Charles Sheffield - Transcendence

“It’s the seedship ,” Nenda said. “How come it’s arrivin’ here now? Where’s it been all this time?” Before Hans Rebka could do anything to stop him Nenda ran back to the hatch, flipped it open, and within a second was free-falling through the open interlock door toward the smaller vessel.

Rebka followed at a slower pace. He could fill in a line of logic, and it made almost complete sense. He and his party had gone to Genizee on the seedship, but on their return to their landing place it was not there. They had been forced to return on the Indulgence . Darya Lang’s party had gone to Genizee on the Indulgence , but it had gone when they needed it. So they must have managed to locate the missing seedship on Genizee’s surface, and were now returning in it.

Almost complete sense. The mystery component was again J’merlia. He had vanished into a column of incandescent blue plasma on Genizee, and reappeared on the Erebus . But how had he come here, if not on the seedship?

Louis Nenda was already over at the ship, cycling the lock. As soon as it was half-open he was squeezing through. Rebka followed, surprised at his own sense of foreboding.

“Darya?” he said, as he emerged from the lock. If she was not there… But Louis Nenda was turning to him, and one glance at his face said that he did not have the news that Hans Rebka wanted to hear.

“Not Darya,” Nenda said. “Only one person on board. I hope you got an explanation, Captain, because I know I don’t. Take a peek.”

He moved to one side, so that Hans Rebka could see the seedship pilot’s seat. Lolling there, breathing but unconscious, was the angular stick-thin figure of J’merlia.

Hans Rebka could find no trace of a wound on J’merlia’s body. He had watched the Lo’tfian fling himself into that roaring pillar of plasma so hot that it had instantly seared off the pursuing Kallik’s leg. Now that wiry limb was just beginning to grow back, but on J’merlia’s whole body there was no slightest trace of burn marks.

Rebka and Louis Nenda carried J’merlia back to the bridge of the Erebus . There Atvar H’sial was able to perform an untrasonic scan on the unconscious Lo’tfian’s body and confirm that his internal condition was apparently as intact as his exterior appearance. “And the brain seems to be no more damaged than the body,” the Cecropian said to Nenda. “The source of his unconsciousness remains a mystery. One suspects that it arises more from psychological than physical causes. Let me pursue that approach.”

She crouched by J’merlia and began to send powerful arousal stimuli to him in the form of pheromonal emissions. Rebka, to whom Atvar H’sial’s message was nothing but a complicated sequence of odd and pungent odors, looked on for only a minute or two before he lost patience.

“She can do that all she wants to,” he said to Louis Nenda, “but I’m not going to sit and sample the stinks. I’ve got to get down to the surface of Genizee. You come or stay, it’s all one to me.”

Nenda glared at him, but he did not hesitate. When Rebka headed back to the Indulgence , Nenda was hurrying at his side. “I’ll tell you another thing,” he said, as they prepared to soar free of the Erebus for the first phase of descent from orbit. “J’merlia may not want to wake up, but At says he feels better to her than he did the last time she saw him. She says he’s all there now.”

“What does that mean?” Rebka was aiming the scoutship for exactly the same spot on Genizee’s surface from which they had taken off, and only half his attention was on Louis Nenda. It was not just a question of navigation. At any moment he was half-expecting a saffron beam of light to spear out of the sky and carry them willy-nilly to some random place on the surface of Genizee. It had not happened so far, but they had a way to go before touchdown. He was losing height as fast as he dared.

“Beats me.” Nenda could not hide his frustration. “I tried to get her to tell me what she meant, an’ she said you don’t explain things like that. If you don’t feel the difference in J’merlia, she says, you won’t know what she means even if she tells you.” He rubbed his pitted and noduled chest. “She comes up with that, after all I went through gettin’ this augment put in just so I could gab Cecropian!”

The Indulgence was finally at two thousand meters and still descending fast. Already the screens revealed the familiar curve of the shoreline, with the spit of land to the north jutting out into blue water. Inland, the dark scars in a carpet of gray-green moss showed Hans Rebka just where the seedship and Dulcimer’s scoutship had landed. Those scars looked subtly different from when he had left. But how? He could not say. At seven hundred meters he took complete manual control and brought them in to hover over their previous landing site.

“See anything?” His own eyes moved to the cluster of buildings where their party had first been trapped. Nothing had changed there. No sign of disturbance in the calm waters. It was Louis Nenda, scanning the broken masses of rock and scrubby vegetation a couple of hundred yards farther inland, who grunted and pointed.

“There. Zardalu. Can’t see what they’re doin’ from here.”

There were scores of them, clustered in a circular pattern around a dark chasm in the surface. They were in constant motion. Rebka flew the Indulgence across to hover directly overhead, where the downward display screens under high magnification showed upward-turning heads of midnight blue and staring cerulean eyes.

“Full-size adults, most of that lot.” Nenda moved to the Indulgence’s weapons console. “Let’s give ’em somethin’ to think about.”

“Careful!” Rebka warned. “We don’t know who else is down there in the middle of them.”

“No worries. I’ll just tickle ’em a bit.” But Nenda selected a radiation frequency and intensity that would fatally burn a human in ten seconds. He projected it downward, choosing the spread so that it covered the whole group below them. There was an instant reaction. Zardalu jerked and jumped in pain, then fled in flurries of pale-blue tentacles across the shore, heading for the safety of the water.

Nenda followed them with the radiation weapon, pouring it onto the stragglers. “Don’t die easy, do they?” he commented thoughtfully. He was burning them with a higher-intensity beam, yet every Zardalu managed to reach the water and swim strongly before plunging under. “Tough beggars, they eat up hard radiation. They’d be right at home with Dulcimer in the Sun Bar on Bridle Gap. Or maybe not. I guess they can take it, but they sure don’t seem to like it.”

The last Zardalu had vanished underwater. Hans Rebka hesitated. The easy piece was over, but what now? Was it safe to land the Indulgence , even with its sophisticated weapons system? He had learned the hard way an old Phemus Circle lesson: It’s a poor civilization that can’t learn to defend against its own weapons. The trouble starts when you have to defend against somebody else’s .

The last Zardalu Communion had at one time extended over a thousand worlds. They could not have maintained their dominion without something to help them.

He brought the Indulgence to a hover thirty meters up, exactly above the scar in the moss left earlier by its mass. When all continued quiet, he cautiously lowered the ship to the surface. If Darya and any other survivors of her party were trying to escape from the surface of Genizee, there was no more logical place for them to seek. And if there were no survivors…