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Overlords (Founders / Editors):
Johne Cook, L. S. King, Paul Christian Glenn 2 Table of Contents
Venerable Staff:
3 Overlords’ Lair
A.M. Stickel - Managing Copyeditor 5 Little White Truths, An Aston West Tale
Shannon McNear - Lord High Advisor, grammar consultant, listening
ear/sanity saver for Overlord Lee
5 by T. M. Hunter
Paul Christian Glenn - PR, sounding board, strong right hand 10 The Wastelander
L. S. King - Lord High Editor, proofreader, beloved nag, muse, by Robert Mancebo
webmistress
Johne Cook - art wrangler, desktop publishing, chief cook and bottle
20 Featured Artist: Martin Bland
washer 24 The Pasadena Rule
by Ben Schumacher
Slushmasters (Submissions Editors): 33 Deuces Wild,
Scott M. Sandridge
John M. Whalen Chapter 17, Strange Bedfellows, Part Four
David Wilhelms
Shari L. Armstrong
by L. S. King
Jack Willard 40 The RGR Time Capsule
Serial Authors: October 15 - October 31, 2007
Sean T. M. Stiennon
John M. Whalen
Ben Schumacher
Lee S. King
Paul Christian Glenn
Johne Cook
Overlords’ Lair
Emma ignored her brother’s question as she smoothing and folding the heated suit and squaring Slap grinned at his brother-in-law as he took the
donned a ballistic helmet and activated its away the breathing equipment. comm from his ear. “Word is, Betts hasn’t stopped
targeting system. She prudently pulled on her old screaming since she found out, and MacCay walked
black jacket instead of the blazing orange parka My eyes kept straying to my hotsuit, hanging in out on her. They’re making bets on whether she
that hung by the exit. the next compartment over. A hotsuit could keep kicks him out before he gets rid of her. They’re
a human being alive and safe on the surface of in chaos, not knowing which way to jump.” Sean
“We’re being attacked. Now be quiet and let Venus for hours on end. Katya’s had managed to laughed with him, then Slap added, “And, get this—
me—there.” She managed to arm her blaster with get her back to the lander after being damaged in there’s been some sort of bank problems. Some
shaking hands and hefted the awkward weapon in the landslide. But it could not take her back out to say a collapse, some say embezzlement, some say
a manner that showed some familiarity. free the fans and bring her home safely. an electronic bank robbery. But it’s frozen the rich,
and they’re scrambling to recover.” And why does
“The comm screens are all still down,” he argued. That was the worst of it. The lander itself, as far that situation have such a familiar ring to it? Slap
“How do you know we’re being attacked?” as we could tell, was serviceable. Katya was hurt would bet Tristan was behind it...
but could probably fly it. We would pass over the
“All the power’s off! What do you think that siren landing site for a rendezvous in a few hours, and “Wow. So, what now?”
echoing through the corridors is?” the Delta ship would be along a half-day later. We
had a lot of things going for us. But the debris With a sigh, Slap shook his head. “I’m not sure. If
“Don’t leave,” he begged when she moved toward blocking the aerofans made it all pointless. I knew what MacCay was really up to, it would be
the door. easy.”
It would be so easy to fix, if only someone were
“Jason, there’s no time for this! I’m going out to around to move some rocks out of the way. Damn it, “You got to know him pretty well, didn’t you? Were
protect the compound; you get down and help a trained chimp could do it, if it were on the scene you friends?”
take care of the children.” and had a hotsuit. I had a hotsuit, but I wasn’t on
the scene, and there wasn’t any way to get there. Only Shallah’s family knew MacCay’s name was
“But there are others who can—” he began, but she really Tristan, although everyone knew he was
cut him off savagely. There was only one landing craft, Virgil, and it lay Slap’s companion from his jaunt in space. “We...
“This isn’t one of your stupid video games! You’re stranded on the surface. No other piloted spacecraft helped each other out of a few scrapes, and yeah,
old enough to know the difference. The Vigron ever built could stand the heat and pressure of the I considered him a friend. But I can’t say where his
wiped out Benton Station and I’m not letting that lower atmosphere of Venus. loyalties are.” I wish I could! Tristan, what’s going
happen here! I have a job to do and so do you, now on?
That left exactly nothing. I couldn’t very well fly
let’s go!” down there, or jump, could I? Whatever you fear, you don’t face it alone. Sometimes,
Ben Schumacher’s continued novella wrestles with the sharing your fear is enough to conquer. And sometimes,
Finally, in L. S. King’s Deuces Wild serial, long-time it can be fun to revel in your fear, just a little.
fear of death—not for yourself, but for a dear loved friends Slap and Tristan face the betrayal of one’s closest
one. friends. What could cause that? What friendship could Just pray it doesn’t get away from you, for that way lies
The Pasadena Rule survive that? real horror.
by Ben Schumacher Deuces Wild, “Strange Bedfellows, Part Four” Johne Cook
The Pasadena Rule says when you’re screwed, you do by L. S. King Overlord, RGR
your job, and then you sign off. Unless, of course, you Breezeway, Wisconsin
Tristan’s new alliance with Slap’s old enemy sets the October 31, 2007
ignore the Rule. former friends at odds.
I wandered into the ready room to take care of “So, what’s going on?” Sean asked.
my high altitude gear. I sat in front of the locker,
“Ten is as low as I’ll go.” I’d already figured stairs and turned to Angelika. warnings about storage and shipping.
out a happy medium where everyone could
make adequate profit. “If you don’t mind, we can inspect the “Impressive.” Her teeth chattered as she
shipment inside my hold.” climbed down and folded her arms across her
She weighed it over. “I have to see the mer- chest.
chandise first.” “I’d rather inspect it out here.”
“Need to examine it some more?”
Angelika uncrossed and crossed her legs for “Sorry, nothing personal but I don’t hold
my benefit, which was a useless move on her much trust for black market dealers.” She shook her head, so I re-latched the
part. I didn’t mix business and pleasure. container and jumped down to the floor. We
“A wise choice, but I hold the same trust for went back out into my much warmer living
“My ship’s in dock.” I stood from the table space pirates.” quarters.
and started for the exit. She left her glass on “Fair enough.” I continued inside without “So, are you interested in a purchase?”
the table and followed me out. another word. Hesitantly, she followed.
The smoke cloud parted as we walked She nodded. “Ready whenever you are.”
My living quarters were a disaster area,
through. Moments later, we stepped out into with clothes, belongings and empty bottles of “Let’s step outside.”
the muggy darkness and made our way down a Vladirian liquor spread all over. I kicked a path
small sidewalk in complete silence. We exited down the entry hatch stairs, back
clear to the aft wall, where an open hatch led
to the cargo hold. out to the dark, dingy space dock. The pungent
A short distance down the path, we crossed air burned inside my nostrils. Pinpoints of light
a long footbridge over a near-dormant stream. We walked down the dimly lit corridor to shone in the distance as buildings towered
I tried to hold my breath to avoid the rancid the second bay on our right. I entered the code against the skyline.
stench, but it polluted my lungs enough to to open the internal hatch into a keypad. It
cause a coughing fit. Angelika waved both arms above her head
creaked its objection and slid aside.
and a pair of headlights flashed on nearby.
My ship was one of only three vessels in I stepped in and rubbed my hands together An internal combustion engine roared to life
the space dock as we stepped off the other end while my breath formed a misty cloud. “To let before a tracked vehicle rolled into view with
of the bridge. It was the smallest of the three, you know, this stuff has to be refrigerated.” its trailer. It made a quick u-turn, then came
where the largest ship looked abandoned and to a stop next to my ship. The windows were
the other had arrived after me. I walked toward “Understood.” tinted so I couldn’t see the driver inside the
my transport off by itself in the dim light.
I didn’t figure she’d last long inside the bay, compact cab.
I lifted the left sleeve of my dark, heavy dressed as she was, so I hurried the process Angelika glared at me. “We’re ready for the
jacket and spoke into the embedded transmit- along. Two sets of levers rotated at the corners transfer whenever you are.”
ter. “Jeanie, I have a guest who wants to inspect of the rectangular container, which allowed
some merchandise.” me to pull down the upper side hatch. The “Nothing personal, but I prefer payment
container almost filled the bay, so we climbed first.”
A female voice, my ship’s computer, up on the wall’s support structure and looked
responded. “Acknowledged.” “You might prefer it, but I demand the
inside at thousands of cylindrical medical
cartridges. Each one had a sticker slapped on goods first.”
The entry hatch opened and folded down
to the ground. I stepped up on the embedded it, which listed the drug name and normal
I mulled over my options in silence. I could its place with a blast rifle pointed at me. in my captain’s chair. “Get us out of here.”
be a stickler for pre-payment and lose the
entire deal. Personally, it surprised me she She smiled. “I’m afraid our transaction is While we lifted off, I reached down into the
hadn’t been more forceful in her negotiation. complete.” side pocket of my chair and pulled out a half-
empty bottle of Vladirian liquor.
I lifted my sleeve. “Jeanie, unload bay two.” I cursed. “Law enforcement?”
I took a drink of the sweet yellow liquid as
“Acknowledged.” She nodded. “They know better than to get Jeanie started in again. “Aston, why did you ask
involved.” me to unload bay two when you showed your
I turned to my guest. “So, do a lot of this guest bay four?”
type of business out here?” “You won’t get away with this.”
“Just a hunch that paid off.” I smiled and
External bay doors on the other side of “You might as well cut your losses and leave, took another drink.
my ship opened and the sound echoed in the before you do something you regret. I’d hate to
emptiness. She looked over at me. “More than shoot you.” “Won’t they be upset when they find out
the other.” you left them with an empty cargo container?”
I stood there a moment and tried to come
“Not a lot of law enforcement in this neck of up with a way to remedy the situation, but “Probably.”
the woods then?” knew I had no options. It wasn’t completely
unexpected. Black market dealers were I chuckled as my aft engines shot us toward
Her face no longer sported the pleasant criminals, and a great number of them couldn’t the upper atmosphere. I was sure I could find
seductive smile she had when I was first be trusted. A good gut feeling came in handy in a mining company willing to make a deal.
approached. “We have some agreements in cases like these. Everyone wanted to be the first to crack open
place with the authorities.” those platinum mines.
“What goes around comes around,
“They take a percentage?” Angelika.” “And are you worried they may try to find
you?”
“A little more complicated than that.” “Perhaps.”
“Possible, but unlikely. I don’t plan to come
I looked over at the cargo container held She motioned to my entry hatch with her back to Loehs again.”
firm in my mechanical claw’s grasp. It eased blast rifle. I huffed and climbed the stairs.
down until six large latches on the trailer Criminals were evil, but most were lazy. It
snapped and locked the shipment down. “Jeanie, close the hatch.” would take work to track me down, and that
As it lifted, I turned and watched Angelika would be more effort than Angelika wanted to
Angelika walked around the container and spend.
double-checked the latches were secure. She sprint off into the darkness after the trailer.
opened the far side cab door and made some “Why did you attempt to sell her the cargo
The hatch slammed. “Set a course for the in the
comments in a language I didn’t recognize. first place?”
Rosin system.”
I became antsy. “I’m ready for payment.” “I’m not sure.” I took another drink.
Jeanie responded moments later. “Course
The transport sped off and I yelled my laid in.” I never thought I would one day become an
objection. A moment later, Angelika stood in addict. Boredom set in long ago and there were
I walked up to the bridge and slumped down
T. M. Hunter
T.M. Hunter is a new and upcoming
author with a heavy emphasis on space
opera, mostly based in the Aston West
universe. His first Aston West novella,
Heroes Die Young, is slated for publica-
tion by Champagne Press in 2008.
The Wastelander
by Robert Mancebo
fists upon his hips so that the long fringe of his back. “We’re only going out to see what sort of “I’ve got an engineering certificate. I could get
smoky buckskin jacket dangled flamboyantly. trash the wind blew in.” a good job on any civilized planet. I shouldn’t
have to settle for some egocentric want-to-be
“Seems like,” he looked up at Ben Artha’s “Don’t be rude! Mom and Dad—” she playboy like Ben.”
glowering face, “we all need to have a little began.
talk.” “Yeah,” he dared to reply. “But we’re not
“—won’t know a thing if you don’t tell on a civilized planet. We’re on Uton, two years
# them!” he cut her off. “I’m not a baby, you from any civilized planet. That’s why Mom
know! I can dress my own—damn—self!” and Dad had to travel by ground car for three
It had all begun with the arrival of the hundred miles to get to a hospital to take care
“Fine. Freeze your ears off,” she replied. “I
strange man a few scant hours before. of a simple appendicitis.”
could care less.” She knew better than to argue
with him when he was in a defiant mood. Even “Well, maybe I’ll go into business for myself
“Jason,” Emma had shouted down the her mother and father had trouble dealing with then,” Emma told him as she turned back to
echoing concrete hall. “Beth says there’s a him when he got like that. the exit door. She added, under her breath,
wastelander at the gate!”
“Anything to avoid becoming, ‘Emma Artha.’”
They went down the wide common corridor
“I’m playing Echoes of Abandon!” he called that linked their home with a hundred others The wind was howling when they went
back. She could hear the rumble of synthetic and climbed the steps of the nearest exit. outside. The wind howled a good deal of the
blaster fire with a background of dynamic
music from his bedroom. “Throw it on the time on Uton. The sky was a leaden gray and
“When are they ever going to finish install-
comm screen, and I’ll watch it from here.” occasional bolts of lightning arced across it.
ing the power lift,” Jason huffed as he climbed. Uton was a planet of extremes. The colonists
“These stairs are murder.”
“We’ve been on this rock for six months lived and worked in complexes dredged down
now, dork. You still don’t know all the links “A dozen steps wouldn’t bother you if you below the planetary surface. The newest wave
are scrambled whenever there’s a storm?” she ever got off your lard-butt and went outside,” of colonists did anyway. Decades ago, the first
shouted back. “If you want to see him, you’ll Emma snapped. “You’re fourteen years old wave had been frozen out in the long winters
have to crawl out of your hole!” now. You could do something besides play or broiled away in the scorching summers.
video games all day and night.” There were only a handful of them left now,
“Stupid electrical storms,” she heard him living out in the wilds on their own. Wasteland-
grumble as he paused the game and came “That’s what I need,” he huffed, “advice ers, the newcomers called them. Sometimes
down the hall. He looked like nothing so much from a spinster sister. Why don’t you marry they showed up to offer advice or help. Mostly
as an owl woken in the bright sun of midday, Ben Artha and go live with him.” they kept to themselves. They were a strange,
mussy hair surrounding a round face, big eyes lonely breed, traveling with their big dogs and
blinking at the illuminators. “Because he’s a pig!” She wheeled on him the archaic weapons they made by hand.
at the suggestion. “He doesn’t want to marry
He kicked into a pair of insulated boots and me; he just wants someone to feed him and There were people in the colony who
pulled on a light jacket that hung by the exit clean up after him.” listened to their stories and advice, but most
way. found them to be an oddity. They lived without
Jason cringed from her anger as though he modern technology and wore clothing of
“Thermal parka,” she reminded him. thought she might hit him, which, of course, tanned animal skins so no amount of bathing
was against the law. She backed him against would remove the musky smell that followed
“I don’t need a stupid parka,” he snapped the wall with a threatening finger and said,
them. must feel at the display of firepower. “Not during an electrical storm,” Emma
reminded them. “They could’ve kept a raiding
Emma and Jason leaned into the wind and “Anyone got some water?” the wastelander ship in the shadow of the moon until the
pushed on toward the wide gate in the wall that asked. He was breathing heavily. “I’ve just run sensor array at Prime Station was blinded by
surrounded the many access ways to the living from Benton Station.” the storm.”
complex. From the surface, the underground
city looked like nothing more than a massive “Benton Station,” one of the surround- “But Benton Station had sentinels, just
walled forest with small covered doorways ing colonist’s snorted. “Why that’s ten miles! like we do,” another colonist exclaimed. “No
nestled between the trees. Nobody could—” Vigrons could’ve taken out sentinels!”
A group of citizens was already gathered The fiery glare of the wastelander silenced “No one left,” the wastelander told them.
about the open gate, dressed in insulated his disbelief. Wastelanders were known to be “No sentinels, no colonists.”
parkas, anonymous with their faces lost in the prickly about people accusing them of lying.
big hoods. The visitor was obvious. He was “How would you know?” Emma recognized
Emma bumped Jason’s arm and bobbed the acidic voice of Ben Artha from the bulky
a lean man, a man not raised upon heavily her head back toward the entrance. parka to her left.
processed foods packed full of salt, sugar, fat,
and synthetic flavor enhancers. He wore a “But the stairs—” he whined. “The colonists armed themselves,” the man
wide-brimmed hat to ward off the rain and sun, explained. “They tried to break free and make it
and below his dust goggles, his cheeks were “Get him some water!” she hissed. a running fight. They didn’t make it. The Vigron
darkened by a close-cropped beard that made
Jason made a grouchy noise but went back were still cutting down the last survivors when
his age indeterminate. He could’ve been a year
to get water for the man. I got there.”
or so older than her own twenty, or he could’ve
been as much as thirty; Emma couldn’t tell. His “And you did nothing?” Ben demanded.
“Why would a man run all the way from
dark buckskins with their dangling fringe and Benton Station?” one of the other colonists
smudged knees and elbows looked horribly “I took a good, hard look, then Bennie and I
asked.
out of place surrounded by the bright orange hightailed it over here.” He patted the panting
parkas of the residents. He had a coat of some “Seemed like the thing to do,” the man said. dog. “You’re the closest settlement. I figured
thick furry hide bound up on a pack upon his “Wasn’t anyone there I could help. Thought I you folks needed warning more than the dead
back and a huge, shaggy dog pressed close to might try to warn you folks before the same needed burying.”
his leg. thing happened here.” There was a general grumbling but Don Win,
Emma also noted the two armored “What same thing?” Someone asked. the colony mayor stepped forward and clapped
sentinels standing nearby. They were the most a hand upon the man’s shoulder, saying, “Thank
up-to-date defensive hardware in the galaxy. “Wiped out,” the man reported coolly. you for your warning. We’ll be prepared if they
Each was capable of handling nearly any sort “Vigron raiding party hit last night and killed come this way.” He turned to the crowd and
of military problem from wild animals to a full- everyone. Man, woman, and child.” said, “We’ll keep all four sentinels manned at
scale invasion. all times, issue out personal weapons from the
“We’re at peace with the Vigron,” someone armory, and stand watch twenty-four seven.
It was a lot of hardware for the colonists argued. They won’t catch this station napping!”
to display over the entrance of a single man.
Emma scowled at the awe the wastelander “Our sensors would’ve picked up any Jason trotted up, huffing and sweating,
incoming ships,” another colonist added.
with a pitcher full of water. He offered it to the evacuate to Brighton West or one of the other the complex.”
wastelander hesitantly. There were numerous larger cities, somewhere with more defensive
dark and disturbing stories about the people capabilities.” Emma flushed. Of course he’d sleep
of the first colony, people who lived in the somewhere else! Surely no one thought she’d
untamed wilderness of Uton. To a fourteen- “You obviously don’t know the overwhelm- been offering—
year-old, their barren life would seem romantic. ing firepower of a modern Sentinel,” Ben Artha
said with a sneer. “We’ll sleep outside, if it’s all the same to
To Emma it seemed squalid and pointless. Yet you folks,” the wastelander told them. “Bennie
there was an eerie strength about the man. No “Obviously the Vigron do,” the wasteland- and me don’t like to spend too much time
one in the colony would’ve faced ten miles of er replied. “There were four Sentinels left as underground. Makes us jumpy not to hear the
trackless wilderness without a groundcar or smoking hulks at Benton Station.” sound of the wind.”
skimmer, much less have physically run the
distance. “That’s impossible,” Ben scoffed. “Well there it is then,” Mayor Win waved
a hand in finality. “I’ll have scheduled watches
In history class she had read of men who “Most people believe what they want to,” displayed on the central screen of the rec room.
could brave such hardships, Iron Age and the man replied with a shrug. Personal weapons will be issued out, one per
pioneer era sorts from the ancient times when family, at the armory. Make sure a represen-
humanity lived through animal brawn rather “Well we’re certainly not going to evacuate tative of each household stops by within the
than brains. It was surreal to actually see such the station over a simple Vigron incursion,” hour to pick one up.”
an anachronistic character standing there Mayor Win told him, and the others agreed.
before her. She had to admit he intrigued her. “But Stranger, we owe you a debt of gratitude The people scattered to their homes,
He was almost as alien to her generation of for the warning, Can we offer you food and leaving Emma and Jason alone with the waste-
colonists as the merciless, blue-skinned Vigron shelter?” lander and his dog. The wind was beginning
themselves. to strengthen, and she waved at the man to
“We could do with a meal,” the man follow rather than try and yell over the noise.
The man took the pitcher with a nod and a admitted.
‘thank-you, Son,’ and drank about half in a few She walked down the steps in embarrassed
gulps. Then he did a strange thing. He knelt “He can eat with us,” Emma heard herself silence. She wasn’t used to entertaining, and
and grounded the butt stock of his weapon. saying, though she didn’t quite know why. In all she could think about was the mess Jason
Leaning the long barrels against his shoulder, a carefully controlled world, he was a unique had left in no less than three rooms. At least
he doffed his hat and poured the rest of the puzzle. So little actually happened within the the kitchen was clean. He never did anything in
water into it to let his panting dog drink. colony; any news or stories he could pass on there except stuff his face and drop his dishes.
about happenings beyond the protective walls
It surprised her that such a rough-seem- would be welcome.
ing man would pay any attention to a dumb #
beast. “Ah, good,” Mayor Win said loudly to be
heard over the wind and an errant clap of Emma was a good cook; everyone said she
“Something you folks might want to think distant thunder. “Emma Jackson knows her was. Yet, while the man wolfed down the plain,
about,” the man interrupted the grumbling way around kitchen automatons. I trust she warmed vegetables and the simple boiled
discussion about their defensive procedures. will feed you well. potatoes, he took only a single bite of three
“Those people had the same defenses as spicier dishes and wouldn’t touch the four
you do. Was I you, I’d break into groups and “As for sleeping arrangements,” he added. layer, chocolate-chunk cake she’d programmed
“I have quarters available in the west wing of
for dessert. fur affectionately. “He warns me of trouble; “You’re going to be attacked, Miss,” he
that’s his job. After that, I’m on my own.” replied simply. “The next day or so, you’re
He’d made use of the bathtub while she’d going to have that Vigron raiding party here
been working on supper, and had come out “Don’t you want your cake?” Jason asked on a visit. Now my old shotgun is loaded for
scrubbed and with his long hair combed. glancing in wonder at the man’s plate. game hunting, not war. I need to change my
Cleaned-up and without hat and goggles, she loads to something that will pierce Vigron body
could see he was in his mid-twenties. They’d “Never was much on such things,” the man armor.”
run his cloth shirt and underclothing through replied. “Don’t see the reason to cultivate such
the wash unit but he wouldn’t let them touch habits.” “There’s nothing you can make that will
his buckskin outer clothing. He explained that have even a shadow of the force of our plasma
“It’s good,” Jason encouraged. “It’s got
the machines would ruin it. blasters, much less the destructive capability of
chocolate-chunks and fudge frosting!” our Sentinels,” she told him. “But if you explain
She found that it smelled—interesting. It what you want,” she added when he looked like
“Tastes good. Bad for you,” the man
was heavily scented with the smoke of outdoor he was going to argue. “I can program the fab-
replied. “Ain’t a thing a body was meant to eat.
fires and the aroma of crushed leaves, but it rication of your items in the machine shop.”
You stuff enough trash into you, the body falls
was not really unpleasant. apart. Don’t have no med-techs nor hospitals “Thank you, Miss,” he replied simply.
He’d washed his huge dog as well; Emma out in the bush. Can’t afford for a man’s body
shuddered to think what the bathroom would to quit working proper. Meat and vegetables,
that’s what a human runs on.” #
look like.
She was surprised when she chanced a “That’s like an animal,” Jason complained. They left Bennie sleeping in a corner and
glance. The bathroom was clean and neat, Jason to clean up; he hadn’t put up his usual
“Exactly, son.” The man nodded. “We’re argument in front of the wastelander. She
towels in the bin and water mopped off the just an animal with a higher brain mounted suspected he had no plans to do dishes at
floor. atop. Long as we remember that, we do pretty all, but at least he hadn’t argued in front of
The damp hound seemed embarrassed well.” company.
and stayed close to its master’s legs. Ill at ease “Perhaps there’s something else you’d like, Emma took the man to the machine shop
indoors, it stopped just short of tripping him. something more familiar?” Emma asked. and programmed specifications on the CAD
“Can I get scraps for your dog? Mister—?” terminal of the computerized fabrication
“Tempered chromium steel,” he answered
Emma made it a point not to notice the food machine.
without hesitation.
the man had left.
“How do you make this sort of thing on
“Steel?” her brow crinkled.
“Lionel, Miss. Just Lionel. Thank you. Please your own?” she asked as she worked.
don’t, I’m afraid ‘people-food’ would make “Do you have a machine shop and some
Bennie sick. He lives pretty well on rabbits and “Discarded bits from drilling rigs or tool
scrap tool steel?” he continued. “And an auto-
scrabbles he catches out in the bush.” parts,” he said with a shrug. “The spring is
forge or a gas torch for tempering parts?” carnival time. Folks will gather in the Four
“Is he a killer-dog?” Jason asked in awe. “There’s a shop, of course,” she replied. Corners to palaver and trade for such scrap.
“But I don’t understand.”
“Naw, Bennie’s a lover not a fighter,” the “A simple hearth fire draws out the temper.
man said with a laugh as he tousled the dog’s Then a man hammers the stock into billets on
a flat rock. The softened billets are shaped under his belt. table, “but it’ll do at close range.”
in a hand lathe, then tempered in a charcoal
forge.” “I could make you a replacement,” she He packed the hardened steel darts into
offered as she programmed the machine. “A the shells with pieces torn from the shop rags.
The fabrication machine whined and several new knife, I mean. That one’s all— stained.”
dozen copies of the simple item cascaded into “I’d rather have a Mark VI blaster!” Jason
the bin. “I’m obliged, Miss, but you couldn’t.” When said. “Shi-wa!” He pretended to shoot imaginary
she started to correct him he continued, “My enemies. “Shi-wa! They carry a charge for two
Emma thought about the hours it must take uncle made that knife for me when I was eight hundred rounds and auto-target five Vigron
the wastelanders to form a similar part and she years old. She’s been through many a rough simultaneously.”
shook her head. and brutal life-lesson by my side. Cut tinder to
make a thousand warming fires, cleaned game, “Sounds lethal,” the wastelander
“That’ll do,” he told her. helped me build shelters, and done darker commented.
deeds I don’t talk about. No, Miss, you can’t
“We’ll temper them over here.” She led “The best! And someday I’ll get to man a
replace that knife.”
him to an auto-forge and scattered the fistful Sentinel; Ben said he’d teach me.”
of darts onto the conveyor. “We just program The machine spit the tempered rounds
in the type of metal and the Rockwell hardness “Them big, armored machines?” the man
out amid a hissing cloud of vaporized coolant.
desired—?” said with an indulgent smile. “Looks like fun.”
Emma watched the man pick up and test
the parts carefully, as though they might still “Sure, they’re invincible!”
The man shrugged his shoulders but then be hot or something ridiculous like that. He
he reached back and drew a sheath knife from checked each and every piece. She wondered “Well I have seen evidence to the contrary,”
his belt and tapped it on the corner of the if he thought the machine might have made a the man said tolerantly. “But they surely are
machine to make the steel blade ring. “This mistake. Very odd, she thought. impressive.”
hard, or harder.” He handed her the knife.
“They’re all exactly the same,” she assured “Aww, someone wasn’t ready or something.
She fingered the hand-honed blade of the him. “I am a certified engineer.” It was strange At Benton I mean,” Jason told the man. “If
razor-edged knife. It was a well-forged tool, yet that he actually had affection for his inanimate they’d been prepared, the Vigrons wouldn’t
with the slight imperfections of a handmade knife. Some sort of pointless, wastelander have destroyed them. Why each Sentinel has a
item. It made her scalp prickle to think of what bond to the object, she assumed. scrambling system to make it invisible to Vigron
rough-and-ready tales of desperate survival targeting systems and they can register Vigron
that knife had witnessed. The oiled handle was He pulled two shop rags from a dispenser power systems at five thousand yards!”
stained darker toward the blade, doubtless and wrapped the loose steel darts in them for
with the blood of the wild game he’d hunted transport. “Are you prepared?” Lionel turned to Emma
down and hand-processed for food. and asked.
“Rockwell—” she tapped the blade and #
“I’ve been fully trained,” she replied. “I’m
gave a rough estimate of its hardness, “Oh, very good. On simulators, I mean. I’ve never
let’s say sixty.” “This isn’t as good as a rifle,” the man been in real combat before—if that’s what
told Jason who watched over his shoulder as you’re asking. I mean, I can defend my home if
She handed the knife back to him and he he pried open the ends of shotgun shells and it comes to that. We all can. We wouldn’t have
slid it into the high, wrap-around sheath tucked dumped the lead shot into a cup on the kitchen come all this way—I—I’m rambling, aren’t I.”
She could feel that she was blushing. The man the settlement,” he said with a shrug. “I guess to leave the safety of the compound? Why
made her painfully self-conscious. I just don’t have a lot of trust in folks I don’t would we evacuate a solid, defensive position?
know.” Maybe there’s a wastelander ambush waiting
“Nothing to be ashamed of,” he assured her. out there. Maybe he’s in with the Vigron!”
“There’s a first time for everything. The world “Reasonable attitude,” the wastelander
would be a whole simpler place if everyone was commended before Emma could voice an “Ben, that’s enough!”
just trained for combat on a simulator, instead objection. “People are naturally suspicious of
of having war forced upon them by an armed folks they don’t understand.” “Have him answer that if he can!”
enemy. But that isn’t how life is.”
“Think so?” Ben became even more aggra- Jason looked doubtfully at the wasteland-
A chime announced someone at the door vated by the wastelander’s calm manner. er. The man looked at Emma with sad eyes
and Jason rushed to get it. It was the first time “What I can’t understand is why anyone would but didn’t answer Ben’s challenge. Instead he
Emma had seen him move so fast in weeks. float through life with no trade and no more picked up the small, beaded satchel he carried
home than a tumbleweed,” he continued to ammunition in, and slung it over his shoulder
“Ben! It’s Ben!” they could hear him call in glare at the smaller man. as he walked toward the exit.
excitement. “Hey, Ben, what’s up?”
Lionel replied quietly, “Consider the lilies “I’m—I’m sorry.” Emma tried to apologize.
“I just stopped to check in with you folks, of the field. They neither toil nor do they spin,
squirt,” Ben’s voice bellowed from the front “Thank you for the meal, Miss,” he called
yet I tell you that never was Solomon, in all his
access way. without ever looking back over his shoulder.
glory, attired as one of these.” He left with his dog following after him.
The captain of the station militia, Ben Artha “Don’t quote the Bible at me, Wastelander,”
was a huge bear of a man. He was good looking “That was rude,” Emma accused.
Ben made the title sound like a filthy word.
in a rakish sort of way and lifted weights to “He’s a liar,” Ben replied. “A bum and a liar.
enhance his build to the romantic expectations “Seemed like someone should,” Lionel He probably made all that up just to get a free
of the local femininity. Not that firing a blaster replied without offense. meal—if not for something worse.”
or manning one of the devastating Sentinels
took any sort of muscle, but the girls liked the Emma stepped in between the men and “Yeah, I knew he wasn’t right in the head
air of power it gave him. Even Emma, who had faced Ben. “Why did you come into my home when he wouldn’t eat dessert,” Jason chimed
no delusions about Ben’s capricious character to pick a fight?” in.
or intentions, had to admit that he certainly “Because I don’t believe him!” Ben snapped.
looked the part of an intrepid pioneer. “Wouldn’t eat dessert?” Ben demanded
“Why would he have run all this way just to with a smug smile. “What a putz.”
Next to him, Lionel looked slim and frail, warn us? We don’t know him. For all we know,
almost waifish. nothing happened at Benton Station. We’ll find “Yeah, a putz!” Jason said with a laugh.
out as soon as the storm clears. He’s no more “Hey, we’ve got some left. You want some?”
“Everything’s all right, I see.” Ben looked than a wild animal! If Benton was attacked,
directly at the wastelander when he said it. who’s to say that he wasn’t a part of it?” “It’s my favorite part of a meal!” Ben replied
with enthusiasm.
“Everything’s fine here,” Emma told him. “That’s a horrible thing to say!” Emma
“Why wouldn’t it be?” snapped. “I think it’s time for you to leave,” Emma
told him.
“A stranger’s taken in by the prettiest girl in “Why else would he be trying to get us
“Why, ‘cause Lionel was a putz?” Jason trained,” he replied. and fury behind it, but Lionel was under the
snorted. blow, rammed the man’s leading leg, and lifted.
How could she explain to a fourteen-year- As Ben stumbled over the crouching man, his
“Because a man came all this way to save old that Ben Artha had been coming-on to her momentum pitched him over his back. Lionel
our lives and you treated him like some sort of for the better part of a year? That this was a had only to lift with his legs to toss his attacker
a criminal!” she ignored her brother to snap at typical pattern for him, to say anything to try in a cruel arc. Ben hit the floor six feet away in
Ben. to make any possible rival look small. a bone-crushing fall and lay there panting in a
daze of shooting pain.
“You’re too trusting,” he said as he leaned “Oh, go to bed,” she finally ordered.
a big shoulder against the wall. “Unless you want to stay up and do the dishes It all happened so fast! Emma had no
you left?” training in hand-to-hand combat, but she got
“If you wanted to call him a liar, you her arms wrapped about the wastelander’s
should’ve done so when he wasn’t a guest in She felt a sinking in her stomach. There slim shoulders and hung on. When he moved,
my home,” she told him. “Now get out!” had been something powerful and elemental she knew she was in trouble. He was all iron
about the wastelander. Something she found
“Out?” he clearly didn’t believe her. muscle and whalebone. With a shrug he broke
deficient in the men of the station. He was the hold and turned, locking her arms behind
a part of the violent world that surrounded
“Out or I’m calling the Station Council and her as though she were a child and forcing her
them.
have you charged with trespassing!” back against the wall.
Jason went to bed. She was almost ready
“All right, I’m going.” He laughed slightingly, For several heartbeats they stood chest-to-
to go to bed herself when there had been an
but he was clearly irritated. chest, with him physically crushing her against
earth-shaking rumble and the lights went out. the wall with his body. It was an odd, over-
“See you later,” Jason called after him. whelming feeling to Emma, the coercion of raw
# physical force. Coming from a non-touching
“Another time, squirt,” the big man replied society, it gave her an odd thrill. Raw, physical
and left with a sarcastic semi-bow to Emma. “Talk, with you?” Ben Artha dropped into combat was an alien experience. Her heart was
a combative crouch as he faced Lionel in the pumping, her senses were heightened, her
“That wastelander was lying, you’ll see,” dim room. “I’ll wring your skinny neck!” He blood was coursing; yet somehow she was not
Jason warned her. dove at the smaller man, but the wastelander afraid. Something inside her knew, in the face
“Why would he lie,” she demanded. “For side-stepped, grabbing the clutching hands of all logic, the man was not there to hurt her.
a meal? The station would feed anyone who and pulling. She had to stuff down her emotions and face
showed up at our gate. Besides, he couldn’t the reality of the attack before she could try
His own moving mass used against him,
even eat most of what I served.” and resist his hold.
Ben staggered across the room to bounce
“Then he’s some sort of traitor, working off a synthe-stone wall. Josh was rushing at For a dazed moment, she was reminded
for the Vigron,” Jason warned her. “Ben knows the wastelander’s back, but Lionel spun and again of ancient people who lived through
about things like that.” gave him a resounding slap across the face animal strength and cunning. There was
that made the young man back up with huge, nothing of modern, gentle civilization in the
“How would Ben know about things like tearing eyes. man.
that?” she demanded.
Ben was back in a moment and looped a big “They track you by your power signature,”
“He’s the captain of the militia. He’s fist at the smaller man. He had all his weight
he told her, his face only inches from her own, She was surprised to realize she was disap- It seemed like hours that they waited in
with no more excitement than if he were dis- pointed. the darkness, hearts thundering, wide eyes
cussing issues over supper. “They’ve turned searching the fire-lit garden. The lightning still
your own technology against you.” “Let’s go!” Lionel moved swiftly for the flashed sporadically overhead. They never saw
door, scooping up his shotgun as he went. anything of what was happening. They only
He looked toward Ben and Jason and “Bennie, stay close,” he ordered his dog. heard the periodic roar of Lionel’s archaic
continued, “Every weapon, every communi- weapon and the slow, dying screams of Vigron
cator, every modern gizmo you people use, The colonists didn’t know what to do except murderers. Evidently the steel darts Emma had
allows them to target your position.” follow him into the darkness of the corridor. made for the wastelander didn’t kill cleanly,
“Sssst,” he hissed in the dark. “Take hold of but they did kill.
“What?” Emma quit trying to wrestle with
him and looked into his softening eyes. each other’s belts or shirts.” The grisly, fear-haunted night eventually
“And how do you know where you’re gave way to a smoky dawn, gray with thun-
“They zeroed your Sentinels with coor-
going?” Ben demanded. derheads and rippling flashes of lightning. Ben
dinated rocket fire. Too high a volume for urged Emma and Jason to leave their hideout
their plasma fields to defend against. All your “Shhhh,” was his only answer. in the bushes. “There’s been no movement for
defenses are gone. Your power signatures an hour. They’re all dead,” he told them. “He’s
make it easy for them to find your defenders.” They climbed the stairs and exited the killed them all.”
He turned to Ben Artha who was trying to access way into a burning hell. There were
get dazedly to his feet and ordered, “Cast off bodies scattered among the trees and gardens “Then where is he?” Emma asked.
anything that uses power: communicator, and the frenzied shouts of Vigron raiders
locator, weapons, anything. And ditch that echoed in the night. Lionel led them to a clump “Dead too maybe.” Ben shrugged as he
helmet; it’s got a targeting system attached!” of brush and waved at them to lie down. looked around.
Ben tossed the helmet away, his eyes “The Vigron weakness is the same as “Or injured,” Emma said. “Help me find
blinking. yours,” he whispered to them. “They’ve been him.”
civilized too long. They rely completely upon
“You blew our main power feed—” Ben They began a methodical search of the
technology. Every once in a while, it’s good to
accused. compound. Everywhere they went were the
teach them that there are still men out in the bodies of people they had known or the eerie,
“It’s more help to them than us,” Lionel universe. stinking corpses of Vigron raiders. Every human
snapped. “Besides, I had to warn all you folks who had taken up arms to defend the station
“You all stay put and keep down. School is
somehow.” was dead at the walls or in the gardens.
about to commence.” He patted his dog and
He released Emma to point at Jason. crept off into the gloom. Ben picked up a Vigron optical scope and
“Games? Phone? Toys? Dump anything that swept the area. He cursed under his breath
A few moments later, there was a flash,
uses power?” Jason sniffed at his bloody nose and said, “He was right. All our powered
and they heard the ugly roar of his firearm rip
and dropped his phone from his pocket. The equipment lights us up like Christmas trees.
through the night. The wild Vigron war cries
wastelander reached his arm around Emma’s We might as well be walking around wearing
faded and pitiful screams echoed. The invaders
waist. For a shocking moment she thought he flashing strobes and sirens!”
knew that something was hunting them in the
was going to kiss her, but he pulled away holding night.
her phone and tossed it onto the ground. Emma choked back tears as she passed by
Featured Artist
Martin Bland
Name: Martin Bland
Age: 34
Hobbies: My son, painting, chianti
Favorite Book / Author: Philip K. Dick, Asimov come to mind. I’m not as
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Favorite Artist: I have many. I tend to have favourite images rather than
artists, though, as it’s not really about the person, it is more about the
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What are your current influences? My son, and wife—I paint for them. I want to leave behind a small legacy for my son to
make money from when I’m no longer around, and I want to repay the favour to my wife, and let her find something that
satisfies her and support her that same way she
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Intuos.
“What is the terminal velocity of a falling parachute jumps. I can manage it.” the impact, and if you’re close enough to walk
human body?” to Virgil, and if you can clear the aerofans, and
“Four or five meters per second, for seventy if the ship can take off, and if it holds togeth-
“I don’t know. Forty, fifty meters per kilometers? How long would it take to fall the er—and if you can manage all of this in time to
second. Depends on your orientation.” whole distance?” make rendezvous with Delta—then you might
have a chance. Give me your best engineer-
“On Earth,” I said. Suddenly Dieter’s eyes I hadn’t thought of that. “Most of the way ing assessment, Jack. On the first try, with no
were open very wide indeed. He’d seen it. “On I’ll be going through thinner air, so I’ll be falling simulations or test runs. What are the chances
Earth,” I repeated, softly. “But what about on faster. Twenty minutes, maybe?” of success? Less than fifty-fifty?”
Venus?”
“More,” Dieter said positively. “Bound to “Maybe,” I admitted.
His mouth hung open and his eyes were be more.”
distant for a quarter of a minute. “Mein Gott,” “So. If you don’t go, we lose one person for
he said at last. “That might work. You crazy “If you don’t know it exactly, you’re in certain. By your own admission, if you do go,
bastard. That just might work.” trouble,” Madeline said. “Our ground speed is we have a better than even chance of losing
three hundred and fifty kilometers per hour. two people. Does that seem like a good bet?”
# Make a five-minute mistake in your drop time,
and you’ll wind up thirty kilometers downrange, “Hell, yes!”
in mountainous terrain. Even if you land okay,
“It’s a question of air density,” I told Madeline your suit will go bad before you can walk to She shook her head. “You’re too close to
in the wardroom. Everyone was there—Max at Virgil.” the problem. Katya is your wife—Jesus, no
the door so that he could keep one eye on the wonder you’re ready to try anything. But we
control pod, but the rest crowded around the “No it won’t,” Bill said. “His forward airspeed have to use our heads.”
table. “If you double the density, you slow the will be nearly zero all the way. Once he gets
terminal velocity by a factor of root two. The air below the jet stream—which won’t take very “Maddie,” I said desperately. “You can’t
density at the surface is more than fifty times long—he will fall almost straight down. We make a calculation like that. This isn’t some
the sea-level density on Earth. So the terminal could probably predict his landing point pretty academic exercise in risk assessment. Yes,
velocity will be seven or eight times slower.” closely.” we are talking about Katya. She is your friend
too, for God’s sake! If I try this, then there is a
“The lower gravity helps, too, a few Max put in, “And we can track him by radar, chance, a reasonable chance, that we can fix
percent,” Dieter said. so that he knows which direction to walk after Virgil and come back home safe. There is no
touchdown.” chance at all if I don’t.” She pressed her lips
“That’s right,” I said. “And there is another
few percent from buoyancy, in air that dense. together and said nothing. I kept on. “Suppose
“I should be able to control my fall,” I said.
With a bit of luck, I might be falling only four or we don’t try this. Then Katya dies. But I will
“Vertical speed for sure, and maybe some
five meters per second when I hit.” know—all of us will know—that there was
lateral control. I might be able to land right on something that we might have tried, something
top of Virgil.”
Madeline blinked. “About like jumping off that might have saved her, and we didn’t do it.
a house,” she said. “You can break a leg doing Madeline looked straight at me. “Okay, Jack. I don’t know about you, Maddie, but I couldn’t
that. Then what would you do?” If you can get the suit ready in time, and if we live with that.”
can figure your flight path, and if you survive
“You hit almost that fast with a regular Madeline fixed her gaze on the table and
all the way down, and if you aren’t injured by
parachute, and I’ve done a good number of shook her head. I realized, with surprise, that
there were tears in her eyes. “Damn you, The earphones in the helmet came to life. I thanked him and took the helmet off.
Jack,” she said quietly. No one spoke for a long Max said, “We have a flight profile for you, We had perhaps four hours before we flew
moment, and then she sighed. She said, “This Jack.” over Virgil’s position. I tried to think of things
is not going to be easy.” we were forgetting. “Dieter,” I said suddenly.
“Let me hear it.” “Remind me to take a nasal decongestant
Everyone began to talk at once. “Wait a before I suit up. I’ll need the strongest one we
second!” she shouted. “We can’t do this alone. “This is still rough. Bill is working on a can find.”
I’m calling Frank in an hour. We need to have better aerodynamic model, but I think these
a lot of answers for him by then. Max, Bill, figures will be good to within ten percent or “OK,” he said, squinting at the reflection
you work out the flight plan, or the fall plan, so. You’re in free fall for only a few seconds of his eye in the mirrored surface of the suit.
or whatever the hell it is. Jack and Dieter start after you jump. By J plus thirty seconds, you’re “Why? Have a cold?”
warming up the suit. We need to know if it will essentially at terminal velocity, and you stay
do the job.” that way clear down to the surface. We figure “No, but we don’t have the special stuff that
that you can control that speed by as much as the lander teams use before they go outside.
“It will.” fifty percent, which might help you fine-tune We’ll have to make do with whatever we have
your trajectory. in the medicine cabinet up here.”
“Find out for sure. I’ll look over all the data
we have on Virgil’s situation, to make sure the “It’s a hell of a long trip, Jack. In fact, it “But what is it for?”
thing really is possible if you do get there. Hold is going to take a good hour and a half to go
on. This is still only an option, fellas. If we hit the whole way. You fall quite fast at first. Your “By the time I get close to the ground, the
a snag that we can’t work out, we’ll have to speed tops out at around Mach 0.6, but then air pressure around me is going to be changing
scrap it. Is that clear? Now get moving.” you slow down a lot further down. Most of pretty fast. I don’t want to pop something
your time will be drifting down that last twenty because my sinuses get plugged.” He looked
# klicks.” horrified as he understood. “I’ll probably be
fine. But in any case,” I added in a lower voice,
“That’s good. That means I won’t hit too “don’t tell Madeline that we aren’t using the
Dieter and I spread the hotsuit over half the fast.” right drugs. She’d just worry about it.”
ready room, giving it as thorough a checkout as
we could manage. Dieter used a magnifier to “Close to what you figured. Also, there “Yeah. Right.”
go over every square centimeter of the suit’s might be ways to slow that down at the last
shiny exterior, checking for damage or flaws in second. It might help to flap your arms, for #
the thermal insulation. I had the outer cover instance.”
off the life-support pack and several lines “The hotsuit is ready to go,” I said to
connected to it, replenishing the liquid gas I could not quite tell whether he was Madeline. “I need to start getting into it soon,
reservoirs, and recharging the energy cells. I kidding. “How far downrange will I go?” though, because that will take a while.”
would have preferred to do a full diagnostic
test sequence, but our maintenance shop did “Only a few kilometers. The high winds She nodded and looked at Max. “We make
not have the equipment. I relied instead on the are only up at altitude, where you won’t be it eighty-six minutes to the surface, depending
suit’s own internal sensors. With the helmet spending much time. The lower wind speeds on body attitude. Headfirst, it could be consid-
on my head I could use the computer display in are almost nil—a few centimeters per second. erably less. He will hit the ground at around
the faceplate. Data on the life-support system And if you can steer, you might be able to com- five meters per second. The visibility should be
flowed before my eyes. pensate.” good, so he can prepare for impact.”
“Tape your ankles and wrists,” Madeline “We think that the plan is feasible, Frank. Something inside me collapsed. Bill and
said. “That could save you a sprain.” We’ve done the analysis. Ask your own engi- Dieter shook their heads. But Max was watching
neering people on the Aphrodite to check our Maddie closely. I looked too, and I saw that she
“Good idea,” I said. Dieter made a note. data.” still had a card to play.
“What about Virgil?”
“This is pretty damn far beyond the param- “Frank,” she said quietly, after a pause. “I
“The main problem there is the possibil- eters of the mission.” don’t quite know how to put this. But when all
ity of damage that we don’t know about, that is said and done—I don’t see what you can do
won’t show up until the fans are cleared and we “So is the situation,” Madeline shot back. to stop us.”
start them up. The bearings might be cracked.
Something might be bent. But that ship is as “And just what chance do you think this has I could have kissed her!
rugged as hell, all systems over-designed by of working?”
about two hundred percent. It might work. It “What I want to know,” she went on, “is
“We estimate a seventy-five percent chance where you stand. We have some decisions
might.” She shook her head. of success,” Madeline said evenly. I looked at to make down here, too, and I want to know
“So?” her with surprise. This was the first I’d heard of whether or not you’re going to back us up.”
odds that good.
“So we call the captain. But I doubt if he’ll Across the table, I saw Dieter’s mouth
like it.” “That is a load of crap,” Captain Bell said. hanging open. “God damn,” muttered Bill. We
“Maddie, we are all very upset about what’s waited for Captain Bell’s reply.
# happened to Katya, and I’m sure that Jack is
worse off than any of the rest of us. But that’s “You’re not serious.”
no reason for him to throw his life away on
Captain Bell had been awakened in the “You know me. Do I sound serious?”
some damn-fool stunt.”
middle of a sleep cycle. “Okay, I’m here,
Maddie,” he said. “What is so urgent that it “If this emergency is not a good enough “Maddie,” Captain Bell said conversation-
can’t wait a couple of hours?” reason to try something crazy, I don’t know ally, after about a ten-second silence, “I’m
what would be.” getting a bit rusty on the mission rules. Do you
“We have an idea about the situation,” she remember the definition of mutiny?”
said. “It requires rather prompt action.” “Damn it, I can’t approve something like
this. I’d have to consult with Command.” “Haven’t given it much thought,” she
“Go on.” replied. “Didn’t think it would ever come up.”
“It’s a ten-minute round-trip for communi-
So she went on, describing the entire “Yeah,” he said. We waited while he
cation with Earth. The back-and-forth will take
plan in cold, technical detail. It took her three digested this. “This will not look good,” he said,
hours. We do not have all day here, Frank. We’ll
minutes to say it all, and Captain Bell did not almost to himself. “Not with Katya’s husband
be over Katya’s position shortly after 16.00,
say a word for the whole three minutes. The making the jump. That makes it seem like an
and it’s almost 12.30 now. You’re the man on
rest of us, listening in, held our breaths. act of desperation. Why does the jumper have
the spot. You have to make a decision.”
to be Jack Ross?”
“Commander Whitten,” he said when she’d “Then you know what my decision is. I will
finished. “What in hell have you been drinking? “Because Jack Ross is the only one with
not endanger another member of the crew.
That is the most insane idea I’ve ever heard. Of a suit,” said Madeline. “It’s him or nobody.
That’s final. I’m sorry.”
course I can’t approve it!” Otherwise I’d do it myself.”
“I suppose that’s right,” he said, sighing. out.” She cut the link and pulled off her way. She never shaded the truth, never lied to
“But there is one thing that you haven’t headset, rocking back in her seat and running save my feelings or anyone else’s. The truth
mentioned.” her fingers through her hair. about things was her passion. “You’ll see,” I
said confidently.
“What’s that?” “Thanks, Maddie,” I said.
“Maybe,” Madeline said. “Now go put on
“Has anyone talked to Katya lately?” She looked sharply at me. “Jack, do you that damn suit.”
realize how this will probably end up?”
“Not as far as I know,” Madeline replied.
“Not since Jack spoke with her a few hours “I have to take that chance.”
ago. She’s getting some sleep.” 6.
“Then shut up. If you thank me again, I am
“Sleep, yes.” I could tell from his tone of
voice that the captain had his doubts. “In any
case, I cannot approve taking action to rescue
going to break your nose.”
#
Y ou don’t put on your hotsuit; you mate with
it. This is a more descriptive term than you
might think. An ordinary spacesuit is an intimate
Katya until we hear from her again.” affair, but a hotsuit invades your personal
The Aphrodite signaled Virgil, but there was space in ways that you’ve never imagined. The
Madeline was nodding. “Yes, that makes mating process can take half a day.
no answer. The telemetry link was good, and
sense.” it told us that the landing ship was still intact. The worst part is not the thermal protec-
“I want your promise, Maddie. No go till we Katya was simply not answering the phone. tion, but the hyperbaric life-support system.
make contact with Katya.” To cope with the ninety-atmosphere pressure
“She’s getting some rest,” I said. “She
turned down the comm link alarm. And she on the ground, and to allow pressurization and
“You have my word, Frank. Nobody jumps
may be doped up with something to help her depressurization in hours instead of days or
till she’s on the air. I swear.”
sleep.” weeks, the suit systems link up directly with
“In that case,” the captain said, “I will ten- your body’s systems. Gases must be exchanged
tatively go along with your plan. Send us your “She may have taken more than that,” with your bodily fluids, and the dodges dreamed
data so that we can check it, and start getting Madeline said. up to accomplish this are various and uncom-
ready. We will try to raise Katya on the comm fortable. The bloodstream is directly linked to
I shook my head. “No way. You heard her. the suit’s system at a dozen points over the
link.” She promised to talk to me later.” body. The arrangements for the GI tract, the
“Call Carlos on Delta,” she added. “He inner ear, the spinal fluid, and so forth I will
“I know what she said. Jack, Katya is a good
needs to be brought up to speed.” not describe.
scout. She would do what she thought was
“You just pay attention to your part of this,” right.” And what Madeline believed, clearly, Taking a hotsuit off—de-mating with it—is
Captain Bell replied. “And so help me, Maddie, was that Katya had most likely signed off per- even worse. Katya once suggested that the
if you let that son of a bitch take a dive before manently, promise or no promise. It was the correct technical phrase should be surgical
we hear from Virgil, I will take you all back to Pasadena Rule again. Part of the reason you removal.
Earth in irons. Do you copy?” sign off is to keep other people from making
fools of themselves. Dieter and I worked quickly, skipping
“Understood,” Madeline answered. “I will whatever we thought we could on the checklist.
keep him here if I have to sit on him. Gamma Not Katya, I wanted to say. That wasn’t her Mating with a suit could take two people half
a day, but we were trying to do it in about had worked on the dirigible side of things from checklist, he and Bill began to don their heated
two hours. The inner layer of the hotsuit was the first, and had little acquaintance with the pressure suits. It was hard to concentrate on
the life-support interface, which enveloped hotsuits. the job at hand. Each of us was checking the
my entire body except for hands and head. clock about twice per minute.
After this came a sturdy protective layer, with “Ever skinned a live animal?” I asked.
the silvery thermal insulation garment on the Madeline walked in at 15.45. “Any word?”
Max shook his head, then held up a printout I asked her.
outside over everything. Since there would with some graphs. “The Aphrodite team agrees
be no pressure difference between inside and with our arithmetic. You’ll jump at 16.10.” “Nothing.”
outside, the suit lacked the constant-volume Both of us involuntarily glanced at the clock.
joints you found on vacuum-rated spacesuits. Dieter and Bill exchanged a look. I said,
An hour and a half to go. “Here is the flight
path. That’s the best model RMS tube around “She’s still down there, Maddie.”
This brought up an interesting question,
which didn’t occur to us until I was partway the optimal trajectory. But don’t worry—just “Possibly. But I meant what I told Frank. If
into the inner layer of the suit. The pressure watch your suit’s coordinate display, and we’ll we don’t hear from Katya by jump-time, you
at seventy kilometers altitude was around talk you down.” don’t make the jump. Do you read me, fellas?”
twenty-five millibars—one-fortieth of normal She glared at the other two, who nodded.
“All right.” I hesitated. “Any word from the
atmospheric pressure. Even at the lowest surface?”
setting, breathing pure oxygen, the inside suit “We need to go out and get ready,” I said.
pressure would be four times this value. But Max shook his head. He hung around to
the hotsuit was not designed for any overpres- She studied me. “Okay,” she said. “I want a
watch us attach the next fitting. A little blood
sure at all. Would the fabric rupture when I safety line on you until the moment I give you
squirted out as the connection was made, so
stepped outside? clearance to take it off. Got it?”
Dieter paused to mop it up.
Max did a quick search of the hotsuit “I hear you.”
“That looks like it hurts,” Max said.
technical database and found that it had “Not good enough. I want your promise.”
indeed been tested down to zero pressure “We use a local anesthetic,” I said. “It will Maddie fixed me with a basilisk stare. “No
without damage. The only problem would be itch like hell later on.” I watched on the monitor ambiguity here, Jack. If we have to call this off
a decrease in mobility, because the suit tended as Dieter twisted the valve to make sure it and I tell you to come back inside, then you
to balloon out. I figured that I could cope with was on securely. He drew out any residual air sure as hell had better do it. Understand?”
that until the pressures matched at lower bubbles with a syringe through a side fitting.
altitude. This one finished, he moved to the next. Max, “And if Katya wakes up and calls us an hour
looking a little queasy, left the ready room a from now?”
I was mated with the inner suit up to my minute later.
waist, and Dieter was attaching the next set of “Jack.”
life-support connections on my lower back. I #
stood with my arms on top of my head, trying “Okay, okay,” I said. “We’ll do it your way.”
to follow his progress on a video monitor that In a polished metal panel across the room
After we finished connecting the life-
we’d rigged up. Max walked in from the control I could see myself: a mirror man, bouncing
support system, the second layer went on
pod, stopped still, and stared at what Dieter back distorted reflections of everything from
quickly, and then the mirror-like outer suit.
was doing. my silvered skin, only my head visible through
Dieter locked my helmet down and sealed me the transparent helmet. My face was haggard
“How do you take it off?” he asked. Max up. While I ran through the next steps in the and grim-looking. I remembered what Maddie
had said to Captain Bell just a couple of hours Dieter grabbed my arm to steady me. “Are “I may need to go quick,” I said.
before. I don’t see what you can do to stop you feeling all right?”
me. “Stay on this side. Understood,
“Yes,” I answered, experimentally cracking everybody?”
Maddie read my mind. “Frank had to go an eyelid and squinting out. Even then the
along with this because he’s up in orbit. He sunlight was too much. “Forgot my goggles.” “Affirmative,” Dieter and Bill answered at
can’t do anything about it. But I’m right here, once. I could feel their hands lightly but firmly
and I’m sending Dieter and Bill out with you to “Oh, hell.” gripping my upper arms.
make damn well sure we’ll do it my way.” “It’s okay,” I said. “I won’t want them on The chronometer display in my helmet
the underside of the clouds, and I can’t take flicked over from 15.59 to 16.00. I toggled the
# them off inside the helmet.” suit communicator to monitor the orbit-to-
ground channel.
As expected, the suit ballooned as we Maddie cut into the circuit. “Are you
cycled the airlock, but the outer skin seemed protected from UV in that thing?” Arkady Rudin was the capcom once again.
to hold up fine. To be on the safe side Bill ran “—is Aphrodite calling Virgil. Please come in.
the cycle manually at about a quarter the usual “The suit reflects everything this side of Katya, if you can hear me, please respond at
speed. It took a real effort to keep my arms X-rays,” I said. “Still, this is damn bright. Dieter, once. This is Arkasha. We need a report on your
at my sides, and I was damned awkward as I can you put something over my head?” status right away.” And so on, repeated over
struggled through the outer hatch. The internal and over. I listened for a couple of minutes.
“Sure. Hang on.” A moment later, Dieter
pressure of the suit tried to straighten every- came up with a nylon cover from an air-sam- “Seven minutes to drop,” Max announced.
thing out. It was probably comical to watch, pling module. “This ought to be about right,”
but nobody was laughing. I had to jump within he said, slipping it over my helmet. “Not much time,” Bill said under his
fifteen minutes or not at all, and no one had breath.
heard from Katya. The cool darkness felt good. I opened my
eyes. The sunspots in my eyes slowly faded till “Maddie,” I began. “What if—”
As soon as I stepped out on the experiment I could read the helmet display. “Everything
deck, I realized that I’d forgotten something: “Jack, you know the rules.”
okay,” I said. I held my arms out. (They wanted
sun goggles. The full sun hammered me in the to stick out anyway.) “You’ll have to lead me,
face. I squeezed my eyes shut. In a few more “Katya doesn’t know the rules. How could
though.”
hours Gamma, following the upper atmo- she?”
sphere on its circulation around the planet, Dieter and Bill guided me close to the edge
would cross over into night. The experiment I could almost hear her shake her head. “Not
of the experiment deck and attached a safety
deck was located on the aft end of the gondola another word, Jack, or I’ll order you to abort
line around my waist. They backed me up until
and was no longer in shade. The evening sun now. You can’t jump unless we know there is
my backside was against the rail.
hung in the western sky. someone down there for you to rescue.”
Max’s voice came in my ears. “Should we
(Or perhaps I should call it the morning I bit my lip. Arkasha’s voice kept on,
have Jack climb to the outside of rail? That
sun. Since Venus rotated from east to west, patient, pleading. The blackness under my
would make it easier to jump.”
down on the surface it was just a few days past hood seemed to press in on me from all
dawn.) “No,” Madeline said instantly. “He stays on around. That awful, sick feeling, the one that
this side of the rail until I give the go-ahead.” had grown so familiar lately, rushed back. This
wasn’t going to happen. The last, desperate Madeline broke in. “This is Maddie. He’s mine.”
hope had been a cheat. Suddenly it occurred giving it to you straight, Katya. That’s the plan.
to me that, standing here at the edge of the It’s the only option we have.” “One minute to go,” said Max.
abyss with a hood over my head and two men
“How can you let him do this?” “Jack,” said Katya, her voice suddenly angry.
gripping my arms, I must look like a man about “This has got to be the most selfish thing you’ve
to be hanged. “Katya,” I answered for her, “she’s right. It’s ever done.”
“Four minutes,” Max said evenly. the only option.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
And then, a miracle! “It’s no option at all. What kind of chance
do you think you have?” “Suicide is selfish. If you die trying this,
“Virgil here,” said a weary voice. “What Jack, I will be the one who has to face the con-
could possibly be so urgent, Arkasha?” I wanted to say, “Pretty good,” but the sequences. Not you. Do you think that losing
words stuck in my throat. She wouldn’t stand you now will make it easier when it’s time
“What is your situation, Katya?” for a false optimism. “It’s a long shot,” I said for me to pull the plug? If you’re still alive up
finally. “But we might pull it off.” there, Jack, then at least I leave behind me
“Unchanged,” she said. something of myself. Now you’re taking that
“My God,” she said, and her voice was more away from me. Damn you, you self-centered
“Max, cut us in,” I said. He had worked out desperate than I had ever heard it. “You can’t fat-head, you bastard, say goodbye and let me
a direct link to Virgil, which was almost directly do this. You mustn’t do this.” die in peace!”
below us.
“Two minutes,” said Max. I couldn’t answer for a moment. “Selfish-
“You got it.” ness cuts both ways,” I said. “If I don’t jump,
“Katya, we’ve gone over everything as best
I saw the indicator blink green. “Katya! This then I have to face the consequences of that,
as we can, and it looks worth a try. Do you think
is Jack. Just sit tight. We’re going to attempt a and for a hell of a lot longer. So sit still and get
I want to sit up here and wait for you to die?”
rescue.” rescued.”
“So instead you’re going to make sure that
“What? Are you mad, Jack? What the hell is “You are an insensitive pig. I forbid it. I will
I die a widow. This is so intelligent.”
going on up there?” not cooperate. Do you hear that? I will not help
“God damn it, wife, I’m trying to rescue you kill yourself.”
“We’re overhead in Gamma. I have my you.”
hotsuit on. In about three minutes, I’m going “Drop window opening,” Max said. “We’re
to jump over the side. I’ll fall, but by the time She fought to control her voice. “I know. I moving fast, so it’s a short one. Jack, you have
I reach the ground the air will have slowed me do understand. It isn’t easy to give up, Jack.” to go now.”
down enough to make a safe landing. I will clear She sighed. “But you cannot throw your own “Jack, you asshole!” Katya sounded almost
out the fans on Virgil, Katya, and then you can life away.” hysterical. “Do you understand me? I refuse to
fly us both back up to rendezvous with Delta.”
“It’s my life.” go along with this!”
“No, no, no,” she said. “Is someone else on
“While I’m still here, it’s half mine, “Well, Jack?” Maddie said, her voice coming
the circuit? Has my husband completely lost
remember?” to me over a private link.
his mind?”
“And while you’re there, yours is half There was silence, and after a second I
#
#
“Must be hard to wonder if you can still help a little. No, he’d better get coffee. He to find a full meal waiting.
trust a friend...” placed the cup in the dispenser and dialed
his preference, sending mental daggers at the He set down the fork and wiped his mouth.
Before Slap could answer, Sean’s younger machine to hurry it along. “Somehow, cooking wasn’t one of the things I
brother Aillil ran in, breathless, and handed imagined you doing.”
Slap a data crystal. “This just arrived for you.” “Oh my,” her voice said from behind him.
“You weren’t kidding. You look like the morning Lacquered fingernails tapped the edge
Slap plugged it into the reader and his after. And without a night before. What a of a cup. She smiled across the table. “Don’t
mouth dropped open. He finished and looked shame.” assume that domesticity is one of the skills I
up with a smile. “Oh, yeah. Yeah—now I know offer in partnership. You looked ready to fall
what to do.” “I’m not in the mood.” The dispenser light over, so I did you a favor.”
came on, and he picked up the cup, taking a
# sip before turning around. She was gorgeous, “Thank you. Equality is best in a partner-
as usual, and looking ready to feast. He sipped ship. I would do the same for you.”
A soft, insistent sound soaked through the again. “What do you need?” “Smooth words.”
fog. And repeated. And again. Tristan forced One eyebrow quirked up. “Hm, loaded
his eyes open, realizing someone was at his “I only say what I mean.”
question. But I’ll take pity. I was informed a little
door. A glance at the chrono told him he’d while ago that Betts is going paranoid about Her eyes held his for a long moment. “I
gotten about an hour’s sleep. He tossed back you. She’s making plans and has no intention believe you. You’re very direct.”
the covers with a sigh. of letting you in on them.” She leaned against
He tugged on pants, then shuffled unevenly the counter and crossed her arms. “And you appreciate that.”
to the door, riffling his fingers through his hair. “I think you’re in big trouble.” “In my business, all a woman hears is sweet
He squinted at the security vid and groaned talk.”
aloud. Tanya. Not now—he didn’t have the “That’s my concern.”
strength to spar or match wits. “Then let’s be frank. What do you want?”
“Not if we’re planning a partnership.” She
He thumbed the comm. “Yes?” eyed him, frowning. “Are we?” Her laugh rang out, a soft, golden tone.
“You do leave yourself open, don’t you?”
“It’s Tanya. May I come in?” Tristan took another swig before saying, “I
think we should discuss what our goals are. We “We can assume that’s a personal want for
“I’ve been up all night. Come back in a few can’t be at cross-purposes.” both of us. Let’s keep it to business for now.”
hours.” By all means.
A slow smile spread and she said, “I tell you
“It’s important. I have to see you now.” what—you sit, and I’ll fix breakfast. Then we “You know my past. I clawed to the top so
“I’m really not up to it.” can talk.” no one could have control over me. But there’s
a higher step to reach for. I want it.”
“Please. I have information you need to #
know.” “Control of the Mordas.”
Tristan was impressed with her culinary “What else?”
I’m going to regret this. He keyed her in, prowess. He’d returned, dressed and shaved,
then slipped into the kitchen. Hot tea would
“So I am a means to an end?” degraded into cheap vulgarity. “What? Why? What’s the matter?” she
whispered.
“You were. At first.” She hesitated, settling To her credit, Tanya didn’t seem affected.
back in the chair. “But you fascinate me. You... She picked up her cup, but before she could “Not the right time,” he muttered, trying to
you don’t look at me as if I were a woman.” take a drink, Betts swatted it from her hand. control his voice—and reactions.
Coffee splashed on Tanya, and the cup crashed
Tristan snorted. “Oh, believe me, I do.” to the floor. “Why?”
She laughed again. “Good to know, since “That’s the only way you know how to deal “This...this isn’t about fleeting pleasure.” It
you hide it so well. But you know what I mean. with everything, isn’t it?” Tanya’s voice was took every bit of will power, but he took her by
Intellectually.” cool, but her eyes glittered. “Blundering in like the shoulders and set her back. “This is about a
the cow you are.” partnership. It should start slow, earning trust.
“I would be a fool to underestimate you.” No short cuts.”
Betts’ face flushed with rage. She raised a
The door chime sounded. Tristan rose, “Partnership? She just cut you out. Your ‘in’
fist, but Tristan grabbed her arm. “You will show
excusing himself, and checked the security vid. to the Mordas is gone.”
no violence to another guest in my home.”
Oh, great. He called into the kitchen, “We have
company.” She whirled, spat in his face, and contested “It makes no difference to my plans.”
his parentage. “You’ve led me on all this time!
“Betts?” She froze, her blue eyes riveted to his.
You’re out—d’you hear? Out!” “How? What is it you’re scheming?”
“Astute.” “So are you.” Tristan twisted her wrist and “Let’s just say, Betts doesn’t hold the cards
“Expected.” led her to the foyer against her will. When the she thinks she does. And mine are better than
door slid open, he shoved her outside. The she could imagine.”
A smile escaped Tristan—he did like this door shut, cutting off her wild raving.
woman. “You ready for this?” “Mm.” Her hands traveled up his arms.
He let out a quick breath, wiped his face, “Sounds...intriguing. Won’t you share any of it
“I’ve been ready since the first time I heard and returned to the kitchen. Tanya was standing with your future partner?”
of you,” came her voice. “It’s going to be fun at the counter, blotting coffee from her blouse
seeing what you’re made of when caught and skirt. She appeared calm until he got close; “As I’ve been trying to tell you, I don’t trust
between two fighting cats.” her hands were shaking ever so slightly. easily. You shouldn’t either. We have to earn it.
That takes time.”
“Who’s direct?” “Are you all right?”
“For a business partnership, yes, I can
More laughter. “The coffee wasn’t hot enough to burn.” see your point. But...” Her hands kneaded his
He keyed Betts in and waited in the foyer. “I know.” He stepped closer, but realized his shoulders and neck. “...in our personal lives?”
mistake when she lifted her head and gazed into
The leader of the Mordas stormed in, He brushed strands of blonde hair from
his eyes. Then she was in his arms, his mouth
glared at him, looked around, and swept past. her face, striving with everything in him to
on hers, and all thoughts fled his mind—
Searching for her competition, no doubt. She hold back. “To me, they’re intertwined. I don’t
stopped in the archway to the kitchen. “You! No! He broke the kiss with a gasp. “No,” he expect you to understand.”
You brassy, street-walking—” Betts’ diatribe repeated aloud.
“Perhaps I do. But we have to start something big. I don’t know what yet, but she’s Tristan shrugged on his vest and picked
somewhere, don’t we? Can’t you consider this moving fast, giving orders left and right.” up his PBG. “It’s going to get hot. You go
an...earnest on my part.” home—and watch your back.”
“Keep me informed.”
Her lips met his before he could reply. She ran to him, hands on his chest, blue
“Will do.” eyes wide. “Be careful.”
# Tristan left the comm in his ear; he was He kissed her long and hard before racing
going to need it with him. He turned to Tanya, out the door.
Slap’s fingers drummed on the table. “This who was smoothing her blouse.
day is getting stranger and stranger...” First the
spy’s information, then the data crystal, now “Trouble?” #
this...
“Betts is up to something. I daresay she Slap rubbed his hands on the sides of his
“What is it, Son?” Ewan asked. started it before she got here. She probably jeans as he scanned the lot from behind a pile
intended on creating a scene, and your of rusted machinery. The burned-out factory
“I just got a note from Betts. She says she presence gave her the perfect excuse. She’s dominated the center of the property, and the
wants to parlay.” Slap chewed his lip. “I don’t been suspicious of my sincerity.” He stopped blown-up outbuilding littered the far side, but
trust her.” And why no mention of MacCay? at her amused expression. “For some reason.” several outbuildings remained. This was where
Tristan should be in the middle of this. Maybe Tristan had killed Lyssel; it wasn’t a coincidence
he’s pulling her strings... “What are we going to do then?” that Betts chose it for their meeting.
“What are you going to do?” “You are going back home, and see if you His men had fanned out around the
can find out anything through your unique perimeter, looking for hidden Mordas. He only
“I’m going to meet her.” grapevine. I’m going to try other methods of hoped he’d brought enough. And was Tristan
discovering her plans.” here? How did he fit into this?
“Just like that?”
“I’d like to be with you.” A rover approached from the south. Slap
Slap shook his head. “Nope. We have to
prepare for some kinda trap.” squinted upward, a hand covering his eyes
“Wherever I go, things tend to get lethal. against the sun. The vehicle landed, and four
I’d rather have you at a safe distance.”
# Security Guild goons climbed out. He could see
She opened her mouth, but the comm movement inside the opaque dome, but no
chirped in his ear again. He held up a finger one else exited.
“Don’t answer it,” Tanya murmured as the
comm chirped. telling her to wait. “Yes?” “McCarty, come into the open, alone, then
“She’s sent a truce message to McCarty,” I’ll come out,” a woman’s voice said through a
“I have to.” He unwound her arms from his
Leddy hissed, “saying she wants to talk. But it’s speaker.
neck and strode to the security board where
he’d left the ear piece. “Yes?” an ambush.” “As long as you have guards,” Slap called,
“Where and when?” “I’ll keep my men with me.”
“I don’t know what happened inside your
house,” Leddy’s voice whispered, “but she flew No answer came from the rover, but the
Leddy told him then closed the connec-
out, taking her guards with her. She’s planning sound of whining engines grew—reminding
tion.
him of the landing troop shuttles on Eridani. The one to the south exploded while still in of the guards from the Guilder ship didn’t
Their men and weapons couldn’t compete the air. Had to be a rocket launcher. Had to be. move.
with armored aircraft—they didn’t have the But who? Tristan?
training—shoot, Slap didn’t have the training “This war is over,” Tristan’s voice said. “You
to know where to hit to take one down. Slap rose and ran toward the rover, firing. go tell your leader—any move against the
The guards abandoned their positions. The Separatists will have similar results. We repeat,
“A trap,” he called into his ear comm as third craft was hit—a fireball that splattered this is over: put down your weapons.”
he turned and ran. Jake Chandler and Sean along the ground. Slap reached the rover—
flanked him, PBRs up and ready to fire. “It’s a empty. He whirled, looking around in frantic Slap grinned as the rest of the guards
trap. Get out!” dismay. The retreating guards had turned, their complied, and began collecting their guns.
guns trained on him.
Sure enough, three Guard assault vehicles #
were converging on the area. The ground “Drop your weapons,” one guard called, his
spatted with weapons’ fire, and Slap wove as voice amplified through the rover’s speaker. “What’s going on?” Sean asked as the men
he raced toward their waiting rover. Or McCarty dies.” He repeated his command, gathered.
louder.
No—it could be too easily targeted! He was “I don’t know, except that MacCay let them
stuck; this was it. He had to stand and fight, Slowly, the sounds of fighting ceased. In think we were behind their aircraft getting
even though it was useless. Good enough; he’d the ensuing silence, Slap’s heart hammered, blown up and them surrendering. He’s trying
soon be with Shallah and Evan! He spun and shame filling him. He’d failed—failed in every- to get the Mordas to leave us alone. I wish he
whipped out his PBR and fired at the aircraft thing. As a rancher, a husband, a father, a would have stayed and talked.” Slap squinted
hovering not far away. fighter. He didn’t mind dying; it was living that into the distance in the direction the guards
was so hard. But to go knowing the Separatists had gone on foot; it wasn’t far to Zanti City
The vehicle exploded. Slap ducked, not only had lost their homes, their lands, their lives— from here. “I guess he thought we shouldn’t
to protect his eyes, but from the falling debris. that grieved him. be seen together.”
But—what blew up the craft? Not his PBR.
“Stand down,” a familiar voice broadcasted “So what do we do now?” Jake asked.
“Slap, get down,” Jake called. A body tackled from the rover. “McCarty dies, you all die.”
him, taking him to the ground. He rolled away Slap scowled in thought. “I’d say give ‘em
from whichever of his buddies had knocked The guard who had spoken spun, looking room. See if they stop or not. MacCay has to
him out of harm’s way and tried to figure out around. “Who’s there?” be putting pressure on them from the inside.
what was going on. If they come after us again, we pick up where
“We took out your assault vehicles—you’re we left off.”
The sounds of various weapons filled the air next. Put down your weapons.”
as the two remaining craft strafed the ground A holler to his left made Slap turn, his PBR
while jockeying to land. The western-most one “Who—” the guard began, but held his rifle swinging up. But it was a group of Separatists,
landed, and the hatch opened. out at arm’s length in a gesture of truce. and one of them had a young woman with a
“I don’t know,” hissed a guard, “but how’d mop of curly hair by the arm. She twisted and
Slap needed leverage, something to even
they get the rover’s frequency?” fought like a wildcat, but couldn’t get loose.
the ground. If he could get to the rover, get to Ewan held up a rocket launcher. “Look what we
Betts, he’d have a hostage. Another vented an earthy word and tossed discovered. She was the one who destroyed
his rifle down. Some followed suit, but several their aircraft—with this.”
She seemed familiar, and Slap frowned, Now he did grin. “Welcome. So”—he She crossed her arms, her mouth set.
trying to place her. nodded at the launcher his father-in-law had
taken from her—“you’re pretty handy with Slap sighed. “Come on with me. Let’s talk.”
“She’d been using a camo-net, but when that thing.”
she turned it off to move, we found her.” “You can’t make me go anywhere.”
“I’ve learned. I’ll get MacCay with it yet.”
Her defiant face changed to one of recogni- Her defiant chin and eyes made Slap
tion. “You! You let him leave me there! You—” Slap barely kept his mouth from dropping chuckle. “How do you figure that? I’m bigger’n
open. “If you were aiming at him, I’d say your you, and I somehow doubt you know enough
Oh! The stowaway. “Hey, you’re alive, aim is slightly off.” fancy fighting to take me down. I carried you
aren’t you? Glad you found your way home. over my shoulder knocked out—I’ll do it while
And why’d you fire on your own vehicles?” Her hot glare burned all the way from her you’re awake, if that’s the way you want this
soul. “I hate them more than him. So I had to to go.”
“My vehicles? You think I’m Mordas?” make a choice. Besides, I couldn’t find where
he was hiding. He must have had a camo-net Her lower lip stuck out, reminding him
“Aren’t you? I suppose you’re not an all over again of last year. “Tears won’t work
too.”
engineer like you claimed either.” either—grow up. Now, come on.”
“Y’know,” Slap said, taking the rocket
He cut off her scathing reply with a raised Two Separatists took her arms and helped
launcher from Ewan, “there’s better ways of
hand. “Now, that ain’t very ladylike.” He put his her keep pace as they went to their rovers. Slap
dealing with things than trying to blow people
fists on his hips. “So, you’re not Mordas. What wished he had a gag—that gal had a mouth. He
up.”
are you then? Assuming you’ll tell us the truth pulled a little ahead to think.
this time.” She laughed aloud. “This coming from
you?” She reached for the weapon, but Slap “Where are we heading to, Son?” Ewan
“I’m from a Merchant family. We’ve been asked, coming up to walk next to Slap. “Back
held it out of reach—easy considering how
driven into the ground by the Mordas. I was to the valley?”
short she was.
trying to sabotage that cargo ship last year
when you two stole her. It took me all this “Give it back!” Slap shook his head. “No. As much as I’d
time to get back home from that planet you like to, I’d be in a communications blackout
deserted me on.” “Aw, no. I don’t think so. You’ll have to find there.” Besides if I go back, I’ll see Aylish and
another way to blow up MacCay. But you might be reminded of Shallah that much more. “I only
Slap wanted to grin but having experience want to put it off for a while till he’s through need one team with me for now though, I think.
with a mother and a wife, didn’t think it was messing with the Mordas. I’m not sure what The rest of you can go back home. There’s so
safe. He bit his lip. “Well, glad you made it. he’s up to, but I’d bet it ain’t good for them.” much work to do, and it’s nearing harvest.”
Sorry we couldn’t do better, but we were in a
bit of a hurry ourselves.” “He’s working with them.” “The boys and I will stay.”
“Yeah, well...” She shook off the hand of “Naw, he ain’t. No matter what it seems “You’re needed at home, Ewan. So are the
the man who had been holding her. “At least like.” Slap scratched his chin. “Look, I did you boys. I can send word if things heat up again.”
you kept him from spacing me.” She whipped a favor last year, so will you do me one? Leave
a curly lock off her forehead with a grimace. him alone for now. All right? Give him time to His father-in-law’s face clouded with worry.
“Thanks. I guess.” do whatever he’s doing. If you want to kill him “Are you sure, Son?”
afterwards, then, by all means, try.”