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by neetha Napew


  ‘So you get to bear-lead me, huh, Sally?’ Yana said as she followed Sally to her cabin.

  They passed the ones assigned to Diego and Bunny and heard the spirited discussions within.

  ‘And people wear things like this? I’d freeze…’

  ‘You’re not going to be on Petaybee and it’s a great colour for you, gatita…’

  ‘Well, I dunno about the way it clings…’

  ‘Trust me,’ Diego said, ‘it’s terrific.’

  Yana grinned to Sally as they passed.

  The selection made for Yana quite took her breath away. She’d never had many occasions to dress up and the extent of the apparel displayed for her approval ranged from severely tailored to rich formal attire.

  ‘Whenever would I wear something like this?’ she asked Sally, holding out a gore of the garnet synthi-silk full skirt, even as she was mentally trying it on. Then she noticed the decorations - copying Petaybean designs - on the neck and sleeve bands.

  ‘There will be one or two formal occasions when you’ll need to be extra elegant,’ said Sally, taking another fold and holding it up to Yana’s face. ‘Yes, I thought this would be a good colour for you.’

  ‘I’ve never had anything so… so soft and…’ She couldn’t resist stroking the fine fabric against her cheek.

  ‘Feminine?’ asked Sally. ‘About time, then.’ Then she went to the more tailored semi-uniform garments. ‘You’ll have more use of these and’

  ‘Oh,’ and Yana’s wondering fingers caught at the Petaybean designs discreetly worked into the pocket flaps.

  ‘Marmion was so taken with the Petaybean designs when we first arrived on the planet that we asked Aisling to do us some treatments. Subtle but noticeable and definitely smart. That woman has an excellent clothes sense. Too bad it’s been limited to rabbit skins and handwovens, not that’ - and Sally hastily corrected the impression that she might be disparaging -‘those haven’t been handsome fabrics - just more… ah… practical than you’d need on Station.’

  ‘Which are we going to, by the way? Marmion didn’t say.’

  ‘Oh,’ and Sally tossed out this bombshell as nonchalantly as she could, ‘Gal-Three, of course.’

  Yana gulped and her mind raced from one consideration to another: it was the largest of the Space

  Cities, certainly in this sector of inhabited space, the headquarters of half a dozen of the more massive and prominent diversified enterprises as well as CIS, Gallegal, Gal-naval and other galactic agencies. It was immense and was constantly updating its facilities with state-of-the-art technologies. Bunny would be totally overwhelmed and Yana understood why Marmion was going to such lengths to dress them - clothes can give you confidence just as uniforms can bestow anonymity at times - and why they would need hidden alert devices and ‘assistants’. Yana hoped that Diego knew something about Gal-3 - at least its reputation.

  ‘Baptism into civilization by total immersion?’ she quipped at Sally to cover her uneasy chagrin.

  ‘She’ll be well protected, Yana.’ Sally was deadly serious.

  ‘Then who’ve you got riding herd on her?’

  ‘Riding herd? Oh, yes. Good term.’ Sally grinned. ‘Marmion has roped -‘ Sally grinned to ease Yana’s tension, ‘- a pair of her young relatives… not too young, though, and very knowledgeable… to help out. And a very competent person as the discreet guard. She’ll have fun, too. This is going to be quite a learning experience.’

  ‘Not just for her,’ Yana said with a sigh.

  ‘Well, do you approve?’ Marmion asked, coming in to the cabin with a loaded tray.

  ‘I’ll never be as well dressed again,’ Yana said, on the end of a sigh. ‘Oh, that smells divine…’

  ‘Good natural foods always do. This is earth chook.’

  ‘Chicken?’

  ‘Prepared from a much coveted family recipe known to The famille de Revers as the Colonel’s Southern Fried Chicken,’ said Marmion, snatching off the cover of the main dish with a dramatic gesture. ‘The colonel was my many-greats ancestor who fought in some sort of early war on Earth.’

  ‘Ohhh,’ and Yana, sniffing deeply, made no more concessions to courtesy but sank down on the chair by the table and served herself from the large platter.

  ‘What smells so good?’ Bunny asked, Diego right behind her, sniffing with his not so small proboscis.

  ‘Yummy!’

  ‘There’s enough for all and more that can be hotted up if anyone has an appetite,’ Marmion said with understandable pride as the young people pulled chairs up to the table.

  Marmion and Sally exchanged glances at the success of their agenda.

  3

  SpaceBase

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  Sean forced himself back to work after seeing Yana off. He had hoped that they would have had a little time to spend together. He’d arranged his investigations in the south so that they could. Damn CIS. But he had to trust Marmion de Revers Algemeine. She was awake on every count and more than able to handle whatever the ungood Captain Torkel Fiske and ex-chairperson Dr Matthew Luzon could be up to. Sean did not doubt for a moment that they had plans underway to discredit Marmion, Yana, Bunny and Diego, perhaps even to discredit Anaciliact - though he would be the hardest person to compromise of the lot of them that had gone so bravely forth today. Sean just didn’t see either Torkel Fiske or Matthew Luzon forgetting the indignities both had suffered on Petaybee, well deserved though they had been.

  Luzon may have broken legs but with new healing techniques those injuries wouldn’t put him out of action much longer. And nothing had broken his brains any more than they already were or altered the sense of outrage the man had sustained when all his calculations had backfired. Of course, he had lost credibility with Farringer Ball, the secretary general of Intergal, but that would only make him more anxious to retaliate.

  The Company too, was retaliating, apparently intent on drowning the newly appointed interim joint governors of affairs Petaybean, himself and Yana, under a mountain of paperwork.

  At SpaceBase, most of the several tons of paper that was stacked ceiling high in Yana’s little cabin would have been electronically transmitted. So far Kilcoole had no electrical power, nor did it want to acquire any in the near future. The generator which ran Adak’s radio was inadequate for the volume of communication the Company suddenly found necessary to transmit. The battery-powered comunits weren’t up to the job either. So couriers were sent several times a day via two of the hovershuttles that had been sent down to aid in the repair of SpaceBase.

  Three weeks after the planet had destroyed the landing fields and many of the surrounding buildings by extruding massed rock up through the centre of the facility, SpaceBase had been all but evacuated. Meanwhile, troops were busily relocating buildings around the old cleared perimeter and salvaging what they could until small shuttles could ferry enough material to build a new landing pad. Before the first shipment could arrive, however, the planet gave the Company another demonstration of its power.

  Sean and Yana were riding the curlies towards SpaceBase and were just in sight of the standing stones the planet had made of the landing field. Suddenly both curlies shied and whinnied. About the same time, the trees began to shimmy, the river alongside the trail churned as if stirred by millions of giant fish, and the ground shuddered. Both curlies abruptly sat down, Sean and Yana still astride them.

  ‘Earthquake!’ Yana yelled but Sean had found himself grinning back at her and pointing.

  For the standing stones were tumbling. The planet, with a mighty swallow followed by several small sips, was retrieving the stones and earth with which it had made such an impression on Intergal’s principal Petaybean outpost.

  Yana grinned back at him through the cloud of gritty dust and the grinding roar and slam of the planet’s machinations.

  ‘Well, isn’t that something?’ she said when the tremors subsided. The curlies rose to their feet. The soldiers working around the edge of the b
ase crept back to survey the damage done when the structures the planet had hoisted aloft suddenly settled back to ground level again, though not exactly in their former places or conformation. ‘And what, do you suppose, was that all about?’

  ‘Scientifically, I suppose this subsidence probably has something to do with the volcanic and seismic activity happening near the equator - since it’s busy building up layers in the sea there. Maybe it needed this bit elsewhere. What it looks like, however, is in light of the Company’s agreement to be sensible, Petaybee is showing that it’s willing to let bygones be bygones.’

  Now he was wishing his planet was not so forgiving.

  Though repairs and replacements had only brought SpaceBase back to about a fourth of its former capacity, it seemed to have plenty of power to generate the damned paperwork which only Sean and Yana were available or able to handle. Frank Metaxos and Steve Margolies, though literate and willing to be helpful, were still Company employees and as such kept far too busy with their own work to assist in administrative chores.

  ,’ really must get a literacy programme going as soon as possible, he reflected ruefully.

  Until now he hadn’t really been aware of the volume of work, since he had been out canvassing the planet, trying to find out which needs the people wanted met, how they perceived the planet’s wishes in their areas, what sort of interaction they desired with the Company. He also assisted Clodagh in finding new areas where the plants for her cures grew and generally tried to obtain a feeling for what was needed beyond Kilcoole. Fortunately, Lonciana Ondelacy, a former Company Corpswoman, was also literate and she was able to do much of the work in the South. Unfortunately, all of the paperwork still had to be processed at SpaceBase before that destined for the South could be sent to Loncie. Portage, the southern continent’s landing base, wasn’t equipped for a large volume of traffic or anything much larger than a shuttle. Whittaker Fiske had been helping transfer relevant documents to Loncie by loaning Petaybee’s new administration the services and copter of his personal pilot, Johnny Greene.

  Now Sean picked up a piece of paper, this one from the Ambassador of someplace called Petra 6. ‘To whom it may concern,’ it began.

  We have recently been apprised of information leading us to believe that relatives of some of our settlers reside on Planet Terraform B. Our people would like to know how to comply with the visa process on your world in order to be reunited with their estranged family members.

  Yrs Truly,

  Alphonsina Torunsdotter, Ambassador.

  Before he could think of a reply, the door to the cabin banged open and a pair of battered men, bound tightly with sinew rope and each wearing a dead animal around his neck, fell into the room. They were closely followed by the fuming form of Sean’s sister, Sinead, who slammed the door shut.

  ‘You won’t believe what I caught these two, these two murderers doing, Sean!’ Sinead said.

  ‘I believe exhibits A and B might already be tied around their necks, Sis,’ Sean said mildly.

  ‘Yes, but they didn’t claim this fox or this wolf from any of the culling places. They went into the woods and using their so-called civilized weapons -‘ she slapped two laser rifles atop a tottering pile of papers, causing an avalanche which all but buried the prisoners ‘- simply slaughtered these perfectly healthy creatures without so much as a by-your-leave or a thank-you!’

  ‘MMMhmmm,’ Sean said, eyeing the prisoners. ‘And what do you have to say for yourselves?’

  ‘Well,’ the bearded one began, ‘we did ask weeks ago how to apply for a hunting licence on Petaybee, after some Corps buddies of ours told us about all the game here, but we never got an answer so we figured, backwater planet, wide open, anything goes.’

  Sinead grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face back so that he could only see her cross-eyed glare. ‘You figured wrong, wormbreath.’

  ‘You should’, Sean told the men, ‘have been patient. How did you get here anyway? SpaceBase is only transporting official personnel these days.’

  ‘We - uh - we caught the shuttle.’

  ‘What shuttle?’

  ‘The PTS shuttle our soldier buddies told us about.’

  ‘Excuse me,’ Sinead said.

  ‘Stands for Petaybean Tourist Service,’ the man whose hair she had hold of said quickly. ‘Looks like it’s brand new - arrived on MoonBase a few hours before we did.’

  The other man said, ‘I demand that you and this -this amazon of yours’

  ‘The lady’, Sean said, ‘is my sister.’

  ‘That you and your sister untie us and inform us of what laws we have broken and notify our Ambassador at once. I am Dr Vincent de Peugh, vice-president in charge of resource utilization for Intergal’s Terra Section Delta and this is my colleague, Dr Raymond Ersol, vice-president in charge of air quality control. We do not intend to spend our vacations being victimized by your government on some trumped-up charges.’

  Sean rose from behind the paperwork, lifted several sheets from the head and shoulders of Dr Ersol and neatly replaced them on the desk, which he then leaned against, ankles and arms crossed.

  ‘Well, gentlemen, I can see that you’ve been misled. You’ve broken no written law, as such, since we have yet to write any. Quite simply, the people who live here know that one hunts only to live on Petaybee and one takes only the game which offers itself. What I would like to see from you is your authorization to be here at all. As far as I know, at this time, only official personnel and designated settlers approved and transported by Intergal are allowed to be here - not off-world employees looking for what you consider recreation. What we, as Sinead has so tactfully explained, consider wanton murder of an allied species. You see, and as a resource manager, Dr Peugh, I’m sure you’ll understand this, we of Petaybee, people, animals, plants and planet, have a system and we all depend on each other. You’ve just gone and upset that system something terrible. Now then, Sinead will be glad to release you after you’ve accompanied her to make due restitution to those you’ve offended.’

  ‘And our property?’ Ersol nodded to the rifles.

  ‘We’ll return it to you on Earth, if you’d care to leave a forwarding address. Might take a while though. Backwater place like Petaybee, the postal service is atrocious. No doubt that’s why I never received your request, or if I did,’ and he gestured to the piles of paper, ‘I haven’t got around to answering it yet. Sinead, I think maybe you might get Liam to accompany you and maybe Dinah. She’s been driving Liam nuts since Diego left. And you could loosen the hobbles on these gentlemen so you don’t have to carry them outside again.’

  Sinead gave him a mock salute and hauled her prisoners back outside again.

  Sean sighed. It didn’t look like he was going to be bored while Yana was shipside anyway. Now he’d better see if he could enlist Whit Fiske to help him find out about this Petaybean Tourist Service shuttle business.

  Shipside

  Yana, Bunny, Diego and Marmion were all together in the forward viewing lounge as the great sprawling array of interlocking circles that was Gal-3 grew from a glittering spot of light to its real majestic splendour. The circles were stacked five deep ‘horizontally’ and, in places, nine in’vertical’ alignment. There were two more thick, squat circles at nadir and zenith of the complex which housed its defensive equipment. Yana stared in fascination. She’d never had such a view of the facility: both of her trips here had been made in the belly of a troop transport. She rather thought they’d been docked on one of the nadirward circles.

  Diego was explaining the various levels to a goggle-eyed Bunny: the upper level was for executives and company chairpersons, the next level was general for the Gal-3 resident population, housing recreation and mercantile areas, the middle one was probably all accommodation, transients and residents, while the fourth was devoted to repair, environmental controls, and so on, and the fifth storage, while the blobs on top and bottom were restricted to Federation personnel, defence and administrat
ion.

  ‘Wait a min, Diego.’ Bunny finally got her awe under control. ‘People live all their lives on this… thing?’

  ‘Sure. I haven’t lived that long on a planetary surface, you know,’ he replied.

  Her look was clearly ‘you poor deprived kid’ but he didn’t notice it, for he was waxing verbose on the entertainment and catering treats that were in store for her.

  ‘Oh, and I have just the right couple to be sure you don’t miss the right places,’ Marmion said cheerfully. ‘My nephew and niece… or rather, my late husband Henri Algemeine’s nephew and niece but they are such charming youngsters that I know you won’t object to their company.’

  Yana could see Diego wincing and Bunny’s blink of astonishment.

  ‘They really do know their way around,’ Marmion went on firmly to squelch incipient rebellion. ‘Bailey Algemeine’s sixteen’

  ‘Eighteen, Marmion,’ Sally corrected her.

  ‘Remember, he graduated from Aldebaran Tech last month.’

  ‘Aldebaran Tech?’ Diego breathed respectfully.

  ‘Time does fly, doesn’t it. Yes, and I do believe he got both patents on his escape pod projects.’

  ‘Escape pods?’ Diego was impressed.

  ‘But he’s free for a while and waiting for just the right opportunity. So it’s fortunate he’s on Gal-Three right now, isn’t it?’ Marmion’s bright smile for such serendipity was irresistible.

  ‘Your niece?’ Bunny asked with a sideways, and slightly proprietary, glance at Diego.

  ‘Charmion’s finished her course in neural deprivation… she’s a Pultney-Gabbison, you know,’ Marmion bubbled on. ‘So she came with Bailey for a visit. He’s been showing her around Gal-Three, too. She’s nineteen. Almost too athletic for a girl in her social position.’ Marmion sighed and, having delivered her message, turned to watch the docking. Now, smoothly aiming at the second horizontal group of circles, the far from insignificantly sized spacelaunch became a mote as it was received into the small docking area which catered to the vessels of people of rank similar to hers. Yana began to agree with Sally, that proper clothes would lend confidence: not much else would.

 

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