Sentients Of Orion: Transformation Space Part 14

Mira wondered why hed been appointed spokesperson. Was it because they thought she would relate best to him, because of his biozoon experiences? Had they hoped to make her more sympathetic to them?

Dolin moved closer to her and produced a small tube from the pocket of his coat. Detaching a small applicator from the lid, he squeezed some paste out onto it.

Mira took it from him and held it near Novas mouth. The blue-grey eyes stared at her again, and the little lips pursed.

'Come, little Nova. Just this once, so that we can better understand you.

To Miras astonishment, the babys lips parted in compliance. She tilted Nova towards her to hide the extraordinary behaviour, and slipped the applicator in her mouth, sweeping the nanite-infused paste across her gums.

Nova screwed up her face and dribbled, poking her tongue out at the taste.

Almost immediately, the walls came alive with a flood of data, and the observers spread out, examining it.

'This section a.n.a.lyses cell integrity. This one examines organ function. Endocrine. Vascular. Musculoskeletal. Neurological. Dolin pointed to different displays.

Mira watched the interplay of information and felt more comfortable. It was similar to being in the Autonomy function on Insignia. She rocked Nova. The baby settled in her arms, eyes closing, and she relaxed with it, tiredness creeping up.

But an increase in the level of murmuring brought her sharply alert.

'There! said Dolin with excitement, pointing. 'I was right.

Mira concentrated on a single screen that showed a complex diagram she recognised as genome markers. Even from her most basic understanding, they seemed wrong.

'That is not possible. Not for a humanesque, said one of the clinicians.

'There have been instances of humanesques being born with dual s.e.x organs, but your baby has neither.

'It is a neuter?

'Not a neuter exactly, he said. 'Something else...

'Dolin! one of his colleagues cried. 'Look at the EM scan!

Dolins eyes slid to another screen, and Mira followed his gaze.

Mira?

Si, Insignia?

There is important news that impacts our safety.

But Mira was distracted. My baby... they say that sh-she is n-neither male nor female.

Arbitrary and unimportant. Nova is healthy; that is all that matters.

But youre not humanesque. You dont understand what that means.

I do.

How could you? Your own species is different.

I know because Nova has explained it to me.

Mira stiffened. Youve spoken to Nova.

Of course. Our communication began while she was still in your womb, but Novas thoughts were quite unformed then. They become clearer by the moment. And she is in agreement with me that we should leave this planet.

She? But they say she has no gender.

'She is a p.r.o.noun you seem comfortable with, and Im happy to accommodate your need.

Need! Mira didnt know whether that angered or amused her. Why must we leave? She glanced down at Novas face. The babys eyes were open again, and staring steadily at her as if trying to convey a thought.

'... The baby has a p.r.o.nounced electromagnetic field around it, said Dolin finally.

Mira took a moment to react to his statement. Electromagnetic field? She stared at the babys translucent skin, so thin that she almost seemed blue from the glow of her myriad tiny veins. 'Im not- But the wall screens suddenly blanked, causing her to pause. Then a loud chiming claimed everyones attention.

The wall reactivated, showing the head and shoulders of a middle-aged humanesque in some type of ceremonial robe. He spoke without preamble.

'You will all know me as Sophos Kantos. For some time there has been rumour about a Post-Species threat to OLOSS territories. We have been sceptical of such stories, believing them to be the propaganda of extremist groups who are opposed to our philosophies and ideals. Sophos Kantos cleared his throat and blinked several times, as if trying to clear his vision. 'This morning, however, we have farcast evidence that the threats are neither terrorists nor a hoax. In a moment I will broadcast shocking-unbelievable-images from the Mintaka system, captured by a biozoon. I urge you not to panic but to absorb this information. Mintaka is far, far from Scolar, and the Sophos has already dispatched our full politic guard to protect our s.h.i.+ft station.

Cries of surprise broke out in the lab, only to silence again as new images flickered across the screen. At first they were difficult to understand: exterior views of s.p.a.ce interspersed with streaming light signatures, and blurred holo-diagrammatics of the Mintaka system. A commentary started, the biozoons translated version of what was happening.

Mira recognised the Extro Geni-carriers before anyone else did, knew immediately what they meant. But she stayed quiet, listening to the back-and-forth between the scientists as they proffered their theories.

Then the narrator translator began to list details.

More theories bounced between the scientists. What was a Geni-carrier doing in Mintaka? Exploration, thought some. No! Barter? No! An Envoy?

Dolin was less optimistic. 'Geni-carriers do only one thing: transport intelligent sentient incendiaries.

Mira wanted to leave the room, to get as far away from the farcast feed as she could, but her feet remained fixed to the spot, and the tightness in her throat wouldnt ease enough for her to speak. She hugged Nova, waiting, forcing herself to watch.

The images cut to show incendiaries spraying from the Geni-carriers and plunging straight into the atmosphere of one of the outer worlds. A wave swept across the planet, as if the rocky surface was suddenly composed of water. The wave buckled, and it erupted across the equator like a horizontal volcano. Dust and smoke spewed from the sides, and an instant later the planet blew apart.

The biozoon narrator listed the losses in clipped tones: '5 billion sentient inhabitants, 3,313 industries, 2,025 service providers, all lost, including an advanced genotyping facility.

'Mount Kent, said Dolin in shocked tones. He closed his eyes, and the colour drained from his face, leaving him almost as pale as Nova. 'Our companion lab. We have a mirror facility. We... had a failsafe...

An 'esque next to him buckled over and fell to his knees, moaning. Some went to give comfort.

But Dolin opened his eyes and looked at Mira. 'My colleagues wife, he said. 'She was on transfer there.

Sophos Kantos reappeared on the screen. 'This is an attack but, as I said at the beginning of the 'cast, we are not in any immediate danger. Our entire s.p.a.ce contingent has been sent to Scolar station as a precautionary measure. It is vital that our 'casts stay operational, so that we may advise the OLOSS forces. He cleared his throat again. 'Many of you will have loved ones, friends and family, on other worlds. I cannot guarantee their safety other than to say that we will be advising their governments. He stopped and took a deep breath. 'There will be regular 'casts from the Sophos over the next few days, to keep you informed.

Mira. You must leave and bring Nova back to me. Ive been in contact with the Pod. They are convinced that Scolar will be the next target for the Post-Species invasion force. The Sophos are deluded, believing themselves immune. Our best option is to leave there soon.

Many others will think the same, Insignia. It will be chaotic.

A good reason to be decisive.

How do I get to you from here? They will try to stop me.

There will be much distraction in the wake of this announcement. Use it to your advantage.

As Insignia finished its thought, 'esques began entering the room. And leaving. Someone helped the stricken scientist to his feet. Dolin then activated a corn-sole and began talking.

Mira slipped across to the back of the room, near Linnea. The galley supervisors lips were pursed, her forehead creased with concern.

'I need to get back to my s.h.i.+p, Mira said.

'You need to rest.

Mira shook her head. 'Terrible things are going to happen to the OLOSS worlds. I might be able to do something to stop it. Please...

Linneas eyes darted around the room. No one was watching them; Dolin was surrounded by anxious colleagues. 'Quick,1 she said. 'My transport is on the roof.

'You have your own? Mira remembered Thales telling her that Scolar restricted owners.h.i.+p of private transport.

'Im considered essential services, she said. 'Nuthin more essential than getting your baked breakfast on time, or a late supper if youve been workin through the night. This way! She jerked her head and walked straight out the door without looking back.

Mira followed her, holding her breath, waiting for Dolin to shout out, or for a hand to close around her arm. But no one noticed, and she joined the stream of traffic hurrying along the corridor. She turned her body against the jostling to protect Nova. Her baby was squirming, eyes bright and alert.

'In here, said Linnea after theyd descended two levels. She pulled Mira into a room where the floor was streaked with grease marks and half-full of crates. 'Utilities and storage, she said. 'Most of our food and disposables sit here before they get unpacked. I park outside here. Much quicker to the kitchens this way. She gave a sly grin. 'Can nip in and out easily, as well.

She led Mira across the storage room and out onto a large square of plascrete. A bulky rectangular object took up one whole side of the slab, while a little AiV perched alone in the opposite corner.

Linnea glanced into the sky, then ran across to her flyer and threw the hatch-wings open. 'Quick, she called. "Fore the next lunkey lands.

Mira climbed in beside her, but more slowly, careful not to fall with Nova in her arms. She strapped herself in as Linnea brought life to the AiV. They lifted straight up and forward, almost clipping the edge of the Mount Clement building.

'Sorry 'bout that, Linnea barked. 'Needed to keep out of the lunkeys way.

As she spoke, a shadow fell across the cabin. A large transporter vehicle descended past them and onto the pad. It hovered, sprouted pads and landed heavily. The shape of it made Mira glance back at the object sitting on the other side of the plascrete. 'Thats a lunkey as well?

Linnea nodded. 'Best food storage containers around. Fly themselves in and out and keep the produce cool and dry. When theyre stationary, they fold down into a big box, more or less. Means you can store them as well. She slipped an audio piece over her ear and listened intently for a moment.

'Wheres your s.h.i.+p? she asked.

'Central landing port, said Mira.

'Theres a h.e.l.luva traffic jam down there. Sounds like a lot of people are panicking. And those that wanta get in cant get a clearance to land. Im gonna have to put down on one of the outer pads. Youll have to walk. She glanced sideways at Nova. 'You up to that?

Mira set her jaw and nodded. Shed have to be.

'Info booths will tell you which way to go, Linnea added.

'My symbiote will help me.

The galley supervisors eyes widened. 'You mean you talk to it? Thought only men could do that.

'Thats what makes me different, said Mira honestly. 'Its why I am still alive, and why I am... pursued.

Linnea pursed her lips and didnt say any more. Mira wondered if the woman thought her crazy-a mother who had not even thought of a name for her child, nor knew how to feed it, and yet had been hunted across worlds.

She set Mira down on a pad that looked to be several mesurs from the main port. Even so, it was crowded and chaotic.

Mira unbuckled her harness and twisted in the seat, ready to step down. Their eyes met and held.

'You want some advice? Service corridors run alongside the main buildings. Use them to get to the central port. Be quicker than fighting the crowds in the public areas.

'Where do I find them? How do I get access?

'Theyre not hard to find. Look for blind corners. Find unmarked doors. Getting in, though... She scratched her head. 'Youll have to use your imagination. Youve been through a lot, so it seems. Youll think of something.

Mira nodded. 'How can I- 'Swestrs dont need thanks. Like the great Villon says, "Unto the universe." Therere plenty of us here that have got no time for the way the Sophos are running the place. Used to be that they were smart and fair, but lately its been different. Sophos dont care for the people any more. Just themselves. Now theyre telling us were safe when were not. I wish Villon was still here. Rumours say they had him killed.

Miras heartbeat quickened. 'You heard that?

Linnea nodded and pushed Mira gently. 'Ill look for you in the stars, Mira Fedor. Do what you can to help us!

Mira leaned across and pressed a kiss onto the womans cheek. They knew nothing of each other, and yet much. Linnea was Pensare, like Faja, like Alba Galiotto, who had helped her escape the carabinere. 'May Villon protect you, Linnea.

Mira half-slid down to the ground and, clutching Nova, hurried quickly away from the AiV towards the entry of the sprawling port.

JO-JO RASTEROVICH.

The next night they went out again. Abandoning Randalls plan of a methodical search pattern, they spent the day using the 'scope to scour the mountain for the smaller villas. Rast identified one on the east side of their building, on a direct line with the studium.

Mira Fedor had spoken of the Araldis studium many times. From overhearing bits of her conversation with Randall and Thales Berniere, Jo-Jo had learned how she had studied geneering and astrography at the same time as her degree in alien genera and literature. Only a determined individual would pursue such a workload. And despite her apparent physical fragility, Mira Fedor was definitely that.

He remembered her frequent stoushes with Randall, and understood her frustration. The mercenary could be so pragmatic and capable, and then with the curl of her lip turn moody and stubborn.

'Shouldnt take too long, there and back, said Randall, craning to get the 'scope around the edge of the door.

'Me too, this time, Capo? asked Catchut.

She shook her head. 'Not till you stop getting the sweats, Cat. Youll dehydrate too quick.

Catchut made a frustrated noise and smacked his palm against the wall. The mere hadnt taken well to being an invalid.

'What if we run into Saqr? asked Jo-Jo, ignoring Catchuts tantrum.

'Been thinkin 'bout that. Need something to even the odds a bit if we do. Normal weapons dont work so well, their exoskel is too tough, said Randall.

'What did you have in mind?

'Need to get into the studium. Fedor said she studied alien genera there. Gotta be info about the Saqr in their data films. Something we can use on them. If the data sys in this place was workin, we could access the studium sys from here. But it aint, so we gotta get up there. She pointed to the impressive expanse of architecture up near the crest of the mountain.