Booly watched the prophecy come true. No sooner had the incoming feed stopped than Unit Four sent lavender lines to all the rest. It appeared Tyspin was correct. The Hoon had decided to use Jepp, to allow the human to take center stage, white it monitored the proceedings. He gave the tech a pat on the shoulder. “Thanks, Rutaza. Nice job. Get that stuff to Intel. We’ll let the spooks wrestle with it.”
The corn tech waited for the general to clear the compartment before throwing his feet up onto the console. The other rating, a woman named Hoko, grinned. “Suck up.”
Rutaza offered a gesture. “Screw you.”
“Don’t you wish.”
Both of them laughed.
Oblivious to the activities of crew members like Rutaza and Hoko, the senators stood in clumps and waited for the emissary to arrive. Opinion was divided into three schools of thought: those who favored an alliance with the Thraki, those who favored an alliance with the Sheen, and those who favored a policy of nonalignment.
The third contingent, often referred to as the “do-nothings” by the other two, were further split into additional subgroups. One wanted to declare a policy of “constructive neutrality” and spent a great deal of time trying to explain what that meant, while another, led by Senator Alway Omo, wanted to leave the Araballazanies alliance, and the brother-sisterhood of sentients.
Everyone wanted their ideas to be heard, so everyone talked at once, and nothing was accomplished. ChienChu waited toward the front of the chambers and was relieved when the doors swung open. He nodded to the master- of-arms, who addressed a mike. His voice boomed through the chambers. ‘The Sheen emissary has arrived. Please return to your seats.”
It took the better part of five minutes for the senators to return to their seats. President Nankool held the delegation just beyond the doors until the noise level dropped and the assemblage was ready. He signaled Jepp, and the entire party marched the length of the aisle. Maylo saw her uncle, wondered what he was thinking, and thought how strange the moment was. She looked at Veera, knew the Prithian’s thoughts were similar to hers, and smiled. A necklace of feathers shifted by way of response. Jepp, who had pressed some creases into his dark blue ship suit, drew himself up. Was Maylo ChienChu impressed? He hoped so. The entire senate was staring, waiting for him to speak, thinking how important he was. Everything was so clear, so vivid, that the exprospector knew he would never forget. The blur of alien faces, a whiff of exotic perfume, the carpet beneath his shoes. Each would be indelibly etched onto his memory.
Most of the beings in the chamber watched Jepp with a sort of curious diffidence. What was this strange apparition anyway? A well-meaning citizen, co-opted by the machines, or a brutal renegade deserving of their contempt?
At least one mind was made up, however, and it stared at Jepp with unalloyed hatred, knowing what the ex
prospector had done. His name was Harvey S. Holander,
Father to Sissy M. Holander, first officer of the ill-fated container ship Rho Ophiuchi, which had been in the process of refueling when Jepp ordered the attack on space station Halo. Holander, who served as Nankool’s first under secretary of defense, had first learned of the attack on Long Jump while reading a summary of the statement taken from the smuggler currently known as “Willy Williams.”
Not being privy to the Rho Ophiuchi’s itinerary, the administrator had no way to know that he had just read an account of his daughter’s death, not until the better part of a month had passed and the intelligence reports started to filter in. That’s when he learned the truth—and the hatred was born. Now, only feet from the podium, the moment was near. It had been relatively simple to steal the weapon, tape it to the bottom of his seat a few hours before, and pass through security with everyone else. Now, in a matter of minutes, revenge would be his.
Unaware of the danger that lurked nearby, Jepp shook hands with Sergi ChienChu and took note of the relationship between the governor and the beautiful young woman, people who would never associate with him if they had a choice. Life was looking up! He waited while Nankoo! took the podium.
“My fellow sentients ... Now, as we face the possibility of a terrible conflagration, communication becomes even more important. The Sheen rescued Citizen Jepp after his ship was wrecked, allowed him to travel with their fleet, and came to trust him. He, along with those sent to assist him, hopes to establish a two-way dialogue ...”
“What about Long Jump?” a voice yelled. “Let’s talk about that!”
Nankool raised a hand. “What occurred on Long Jump remains under investigation .. . Let’s wait for the facts and reserve final judgements until then.”
Holander seethed, wondered if he could nail Nankool as well, and forced himself to wait. He had very little experience with weapons, which meant that the shorter the range me better. He would kill Jepp... followed by the President.
There was no applause as Jepp made his way to the podium, a rather jarring departure from his most cherished fantasies, and one for which he might force the senate to apologize. Still, the would-be messiah thought to himself, they deserve a second chance—an opportunity to willingly join his flock. After that, well, the fleet would make his will known. He smiled into the lights.
