Sarah Zettel - Reclamation

Gov hissed and Ji retracted himself. “Kivere, now is a very bad time to bring up old wars.” He peeled open three eyes. “The Vitae have always been very precise in their dealings with us. If their representatives say that we will have no more dealings with them, we must accept that at face value. Remember, the humans can afford not to care about us, but we must care about them. There are too many of them. They are everywhere.”

“How much of what you say is influenced by your partnership with Yul Gan Perivar?” asked Shim abruptly.

Ere hissed. Shocked, Kiv squeezed her mouth closed. What’s she thinking? Sneering at the Emissary Voice because of a remark about a human…

No, she is sneering at three strangers because of a remark about Perivar. The realization hit Kiv hard. He was not the only one who knew Perivar better than a cousin.

“A fair question,” he said, more to Ere than to the Voice. “I would say a great deal is influenced by it. I thought that was the point of the Voice and the Enclave licensing my partnership, so that I and my children could be influenced by humans.

“It is worth remembering, Emissary Voice, that humans are not all Vitae,” said Kiv. “Many of them do not even like the Vitae.”

“And many of them do not even like us,” Shim reminded him. “The Vitae, unlike the Unifiers, are at least indifferent to our biology.” He raised himself up until he was the tallest in the room.

Before any of the Voice could speak, Kiv extended his neck. Ere laid all her hands on the top of his head and extended herself as well to add weight to what he said. “Yes, sirs, I agree, we must be careful of the Unifiers. But there are more than those two choices for us. As you said, the humans are everywhere…”

“But not everywhere do they agree, or even speak with each other,” finished Ere.

Ji retracted even farther. “I do not clearly hear what you are saying, Kivere.”

“The Vitae are retreating. We see this everywhere. Even if it is only a partial retreat, a temporary retreat, a weakness will be created when they leave. The humans will be scrambling to rebalance themselves.” He felt Ere’s feet shift and knew she was extending herself to her absolute limits.

“Why should the Shessel not be part of the new balance?” Ere whistled triumphantly. “We have resources, we need business. If we become a prop to the humans, they will fear to lose us as they fear to lose the Vitae.”

Shim retracted his snout thoughtfully several times. The others remained ominously still.

“What is the sudden eloquence that has come upon you, Kivere?” asked Gov.

Kiv extended his arms and Ere swarmed down them so that she was presented to the Voice. “I have staked the lives of all my children on the idea that we will be able to find some way to coexist with the humans that does not compromise the Shessels’ future.”

It was totally unfair and he knew it. Only business operators were allowed to hatch their children offworld. Emissaries had to drop their eggs unfertilized or leave them in stasis. It was as unfair as the Vitae bringing their own offspring into the visitor’s chamber.

Gov retracted his secondary arms. “However intriguing this possibility is, it would call for a change in official policy. Therefore, we cannot act on it.”

“We could if the Emissary’s council changed the policy,” suggested Ji, and Kiv wondered how united the Voice really was.

“We must not overreach ourselves,” said Shim reluctantly. “We are emissaries to the Kethran Diet, not the Vitae.”

“We need to know if the Emissary’s Council has been approached by the Vitae and what their decision is before we do anything in this matter,” agreed Ji.

Gov pressed his primary arms against his sides. “The Vitae have already made their policy clear. Even should there be merit in Kivere’s proposed risk, we do not have the time to dither about.”

“The Vitae cannot deny our need to consult with the Emissary’s Council,” said Ji. “They are a highly organized political body, they understand the concept of service and supervisors.”

“Perivar and I can open a channel for you in an hour.” Ere took her old position on Kiv’s shoulders. Frustration squirmed through Kiv. Of course Ere would bring Perivar into this. She didn’t understand that this whole bizarre situation was caused by him.

Gov snorted. “It will take the embassy staff three hours.”

“Perivar and I can open a channel for you in one hour,” said Kiv. I will talk to Ere, but not in front of a Si-Tuk.

Gov swung four eyes toward Kiv and Kiv saw the tremor in the stalks and the way his teeth showed through this slit of his open mouth. Gov did not like the mention of Perivar. He did not like Kiv. He did not forget that Kiv should have been his property and his anger burned to see Kiv acting independently with the support of his free children. Kiv knew it with a searing certainty, and found time to wonder if Ere had known it too.

“You have bought time, Kivere,” said Gov. “What do you intend to do with it?”

Kiv stiffened his spine. “Find out if Perivar is willing to come work in our home,” said Kiv. “We need human contacts. Perhaps it is time we hired some.”

Gov closed his eyes. “We could never give your kind a finger’s length.”

“No,” agreed Kiv quietly.

“Go open the channel then,” said Ji, and there was a hint of approval in his voice. “We will be ready in one hour. The Voice will tell the Vitae that they will have to wait until we have official word from the Emissary’s Council to make this contract with you.”

“Thank you, Emissaries all.” Kiv folded his arms respectfully and turned himself and Ere all the way around to leave the room.

You can give my kind a finger’s length, just be careful which finger’s length it is.

Frustration seethed inside Paral as he climbed back into the transport. Ordeth wasn’t even looking at him, and he was glad, because he knew his face betrayed his mood. She was speaking softly into her torque. Her disk was still in place in her ear, so the signal wasn’t going very far. The children waited in the side seats, doing very good imitations of Ambassadors. Paral didn’t know how she got them off her ship, and he didn’t really want to. All he wanted to know was how he was going to be able to tell Caril something other than that he had failed.

“Thanks for the news,” Ordeth said. She tapped her disk twice and turned to Paral. The transport’s internal lights turned her skin a sickly yellow. “You’re going to have to get online to Basq. The station’s pinpointed Stone in the Wall.”

“Then we should go after her.” Paral reached for the control boards.

Ordeth snatched at his hand. “With the children? It’s bad enough we risked them away from the ship. You’re being too open, Paral.”

He yanked his hand away, amazed and infuriated by the affront. “Too open to whom? Monsters and babies! It’s time to stop hiding ourselves.” He rubbed his wrist where she’d grabbed it. “Isn’t that what the Imperialists are all about?”

“The Imperialists have only made it this far by slipping through the cracks,” she hissed at him. “When we have a stable power base of our own, then you can play petty dictator to your heart’s content!” She stopped and visibly pulled herself back. Whether from her own sense of propriety or from what she saw in his eyes, Paral couldn’t tell. “Let Basq pick the artifacts up. Uary will get a chance to study them and we’ll know what we need.”

“And so will the Assembly.” He stared at the blackened windscreen. “No.”

“And if you don’t report in, you’re going to have the Witness really wondering about you,” she pointed out coolly. “You can’t tell me she doesn’t already have the satellite data.”