Barry Longyear - Enemy Papers

I sorted out the negatives. "You mean possible, maybe, perhaps ?"

"Ae, possiblemaybeperhaps. Dracon fleet Irkmaan ships have. Before war buy; after war capture. Rod possiblemaybeperhaps Dracon is."

"So, if there’s a secret base on the big island, surda it’s a Dracon base?"

"Possiblemaybeperhaps, Davidge."

"Jerry, does that mean you want to try it? The nasesay?"

"Ne."

"Ne? Why, Jerry? If it might be a Drac base—"

"Ne! Ne talk!" The Drac seemed to choke on the words.

"Jerry, we talk, and you better believe we talk! If I’m going to death it on this island, I have a right to know why."

The Drac was quiet for a long time. "Davidge."

"Ess?"

"Nasesay you take. Half ration bars you leave. I stay."

I shook my head to clear it. "You want me to take the capsule alone?"

"What you want is, ne?"

"Ae, but why? You must realize by now there won’t be any pickup."

"Possiblemaybeperhaps."

"Surda, nothing. You know there isn’t going to be a pickup. What is it? You afraid of the water? If that’s it—"

"Davidge, up your mouth shut. Nasesay you have. Me ne you need, gavey?"

I nodded in the dark. The capsule was mine for the taking; what did I need a grumpy Drac along for—especially since our truce could expire at any moment? The answer made me feel a little silly—human. Perhaps it’s the same thing. The Drac was all that stood between me and utter aloneness. Still, there was the small matter of staying alive. "We should go together, Jerry."

"Why?"

I felt myself blush. If humans have this need for companionship, why are they also ashamed to admit it? "We just should. Our chances would be better."

"Alone your chances better are, Davidge. Your enemy I am."

I nodded again and grimaced in the dark. "Jerry, you gavey loneliness ?"

"Ne gavey."

"Lonely. Being alone, by myself."

"Gavey you alone. Take nasesay; I stay."

"That’s it… see, I don’t want to. It’s—"

"You want together go?" interrupted the Drac. A low, dirty chuckle came from the other side of the shack. "You Dracon like? You me death, Irkmaan." Jerry chuckled some more. "Irkmaan poorzhab in head, poorzhab."

"Forget it!" I slid down from the wall, smoothed out the sand, and curled up with my back toward the Drac. The wind seemed to die down a bit and I closed my eyes to try and sleep. In a bit, the snap, crack of the plastic roof blended in with the background of shrieks and whistles and I felt myself drifting off, when my eyes opened wide at the sound of footsteps in the sand. I tensed, ready to spring.

"Davidge?" Jerry’s voice was very quiet.

"Yeah?"

I heard the Drac sit on the sand next to me. "You loneliness, Davidge. About it hard you talk, ne?"

"So what?" The Drac mumbled something that was lost in the wind. "What?" I turned over and saw Jerry looking through a hole in the wall.

"Why I stay. Now, you I tell, ne?"

I shrugged. "Okay; why not?"

Jerry seemed to struggle with the words, then opened its mouth to speak. Its eyes opened wide. "Magasienna."

I sat up. "Ess?"

Jerry pointed at the hole. "Soaker!"

I pushed it out of the way and looked through the hole. Steaming toward our island was an insane mountainous fury of white-capped rollers. It was hard to tell in the dark, but the one in front looked taller than the one that had wet our feet a few days before. The ones following it were bigger. Jerry put a hand on my shoulder and I looked into the Drac’s eyes. We broke and ran for the capsule. We heard the first wave rumbling up the slope as we felt around in the dark for the recessed doorlatch. I just got my finger on it when the wave smashed against the shack, collapsing the roof. In half a second we were underwater, the currents inside the shack agitating us like socks in a washing machine.

The water receded, and as I cleared my eyes, I saw that the windward wall of the shack had caved in. "Jerry!" Through the collapsed wall, I saw the Drac staggering around outside.

"Irkmaan?" Behind him I could see the second roller gathering speed.

"Kizlode, what’n the hell’re you doing out there? Get in here!"

I turned to the capsule, still lodged firmly between the two rocks, and found the handle. As I opened the door, Jerry stumbled through the missing wall and fell against me. "Davidge… forever soakers go on! Forever!"

"Get in!" I helped the Drac through the door and didn’t wait for it to get out of the way. I piled in on top of Jerry and latched the door just as the second wave hit. I could feel the capsule lift a bit and rattle against the overhang of the one rock.

"Davidge, we float?"

"No. The rocks are holding us. We’ll be all right once the breakers stop."

"Over you move."

"Oh." I got off Jerry’s chest and braced myself against one end of the capsule. After a bit, the capsule came to rest and we waited for the next one. "Jerry?"

"Ae?"

"What was it that you were about to say?"

"Why I stay?"

"Yeah."

"About it hard me talk, gavey?"

"I know, I know."

The next breaker hit and I could feel the capsule rise and rattle against the rock. "Davidge, gavey 'vi nessa?"

"No."

"Vi nessa… little me, gavey?"

The capsule bumped down the rock and came to rest. "What about little you?"

"Little me… little Drac. From me, gavey?"

"Are you telling me you’re pregnant?"

"Possiblemaybeperhaps."

I shook my head. "Hold on, Jerry. I don’t want any misunderstandings. Pregnant… are you going to be a parent?"

"Ae, parent, two-zero-zero in line, very important is, ne?"

"Terrific. What’s this got to do with you not wanting to go to the other island?"

"Before, me vi nessa, gavey? Tean death."

"Your child, it died?"

"Ae!" The Drac’s sob was torn from the lips of the universal mother. "I in fall hurt. Tean death. In sea us bang. Tean hurt, ne?"

"Ae, I gavey."

So Jerry was afraid of losing another child. It was almost certain that the capsule trip would bang us around a lot, but staying on the sandbar didn’t appear to be improving our chances. The capsule had been at rest for quite a while, and I decided to risk a peek outside. The small canopy windows seemed to be covered with sand, and I opened the door. I looked around, and all of the walls had been smashed flat. I looked toward the sea, but could see nothing. "It looks safe, Jerry…"

I looked up, toward the blackish sky, and above me towered the white plume of a descending breaker. "Maga damn sienna!" I slammed the hatch shut.

" Ess , Davidge?"

"Hang on, Jerry!"

The sound of the water hitting the capsule was beyond hearing. We banged once, twice against the rock, then we could feel ourselves twisting, shooting upward. I made a grab to hang on, but missed as the capsule took a sickening lurch downward. I fell into Jerry, then was flung to the opposite wall, where I struck my head. Before I went blank, I heard Jerry cry "Tean! Vi tean!"

The lieutenant pressed his hand control and a figure—tall, humanoid, yellow—appeared on the screen.

"Dracslime!" shouted the auditorium of seated recruits.

The lieutenant faced the recruits. "Correct. This is a Drac. Note that the Drac race is uniform as to color; they are all yellow." The recruits chuckled politely. The officer preened a bit, then with a light wand began pointing out various features. "The three-fingered hands are distinctive, of course, as is the almost noseless face, which gives the Drac a toad-like appearance. On average, eyesight is slightly better than human, hearing about the same, and smell…" The lieutenant paused. "The smell is terrible!" The officer beamed at the uproar from the recruits. When the auditorium quieted down, he pointed his light wand at a fold in the figure’s belly. "This is where the Drac keeps its family jewels—all of them." Another chuckle. "That’s right, Dracs are hermaphrodites, with both male and female reproductive organs contained in the same individual." The lieutenant faced the recruits. "You go tell a Drac to go boff himself, then watch out, because he can!" The laughter died down, and the lieutenant held out a hand toward the screen. "You see one of these things, what do you do?"