Part 35 (2/2)
”And this?” Weitz took in the circus with a wave of a hand.
”After we lost the base, we had to keep moving. As a cover story to clear immigration on each world, I concocted a circus of aliens. Then I ran out of money, had to do it for real.”
”What if someone had recognized you? Or knew about Angels?”
Trelayne struggled to speak. ”We avoided anywhere with an Ent.i.ty presence, stayed off the main jump routes.” He started to s.h.i.+ver. ”Why do you want Angels if you have a store of Scream?”
”My supply'll run out, and I can't count on stealing more.”
Trelayne stared at Weitz. ”So what's the deal?”
Weitz smiled. ”Why do you think I won't just take them?”
”Against a crew of ex-Rippers pumped on Scream?”
Weitz's smile faded. He studied Trelayne. ”Okay. Let's a.s.sess your position. One: I gave your s.h.i.+p's beacon signature to Long Shot's s.p.a.ce defense. If you run, you'll be caught.”
Trelayne said nothing.
”Two: if you're caught, your ip pals get sent back to their home worlds. And you know what that means.”
Trelayne stayed silent, but his skin went cold.
”Three: you, Mojo and the medic get executed for treason.”
”Like I said, what's the deal?”
Weitz studied Trelayne again, then finally spoke. ”Both Angels for my store of Scream-a lifetime supply for you and your men. I lift the order on your s.h.i.+p and turn my back as you and your band jump. Your life goes on, with Scream but no Angels.”
Life goes on, if you called this life. That much Scream was worth a fortune. But nowhere near the value of a breeding pair.
So there it was. Betray his love or die. What choice did he have? Refuse, and Weitz would turn them over to the Ent.i.ty, and all would die. Run, and be killed or caught by the planetary fleet. Give her up, along with Procne, and at least the others would be free. Besides, she had turned from him, taken one of her own. She had only used him to escape, had always used him. She was an alien and hated him for what he had done to her race.
She had never really loved him.
All that stood against this were the remnants of his love for her, and a phantom memory of the man he once had been.
Outside, Feran waited for the Captain's reply to Weasel Man. He didn't know what the Captain would do but he knew it would be brave and n.o.ble. Feran listened for the sound of the Captain leaping to his feet and striking Weasel Man to the floor. But when a sound came, it was only the Captain's voice, small and hoa.r.s.e. ”All right,” was all he said.
”You'll do it?” That was Weasel Man. Feran did not hear a reply. ”Tomorrow morning.” Weasel Man again. The door opened, and Feran scooted under the pod. Weasel Man stepped out smiling. Feran had seen sand babies smile like that on Fandor just before they spit their venom in your eyes.
As he watched the man walk away, fading into the darkness, something inside Feran faded away as well. He stood staring into the shadows for a long time, then turned and entered the pod. The Captain lay in his sleeping place. He seemed not to notice Feran. The kit put the pouch from the Bird Queen on the table, then left without a word. The Captain did not call after him.
How long Feran wandered the grounds, he did not know. Some time later, he found the Cutter and Mojo sitting in front of a fire burning on an old heat s.h.i.+eld panel from the s.h.i.+p.
”Seen the Captain, Feran?” asked Mojo. Feran just nodded.
”He's had his bottle? All tucked in for the night?” the Cutter asked. Feran nodded again as Mojo scowled at the Cutter.
They sat silently for a while. ”Does it hurt when you lose someone you love?” Feran asked, ashamed of the fear in his voice, the fear that he felt for Philomela.
The Cutter spoke. ”Hurts even more to lose them slowly. Watch'em disappear bit by bit till nothing's left you remember.”
Feran knew the Cutter meant the Captain.
”Shut up, Cutter,” Mojo growled. ”You've never been there. Only a Screamer knows what he lives with.” He patted Feran's head. ”Never mind, kid.”
The Cutter shook his head but spoke no more. Feran rose and walked slowly away to once again wander the Circus grounds. This time, however, something resolved itself inside his young mind so that when he found himself outside the sleep pod of the Angels he interpreted this as a sign that his plan was pure.
The Bird Queen was alone. She spoke little as he told his tale, a question here or there when the words he chose were poor. She thanked him then sat in silence, her strange eyes staring out the small round window of the pod.
Feran left the Angel then, not knowing whether he had done good or evil yet somehow aware that his world was a much different place than it had been an hour before.
> > > > > > Search Results Continued > > > > > > Xen.o.biology File: Lania: Life Forms: 1275 The impending release of a brood of mature nestlings prompts the male Angel to initiate final coupling. This act triggers the female's production of higher concentrations of Scream. Scream is the sole nourishment that tbe young can ingest upon emergence, and also relieves the agony of the male after the brood bursts from him. The female must receive the nestlings within hours of the final coupling or she will die from the higher Scream level in her blood, which the nestlings cleanse from her system.
7he evolutionary advantage of this reproductive approach appears to stem from the increased survival expectations of a brood carried by the stronger male, and the ensured presence of both parents at birth. Although Teplosky drew parallels to the Thendotae on Thendos IV, we feel...
Unable to sleep, Feran rose early the next day. A chill mist hung from a gray sky. For an hour, he wandered outside the big dome, worrying how to tell the Captain what he had done and why. He stopped. Towards him strode the Captain, at his side Mojo. Both wore their old long black cloaks, thrown back to reveal weapons strapped to each leg. The gun metal glinted blue and cold, matching the look in the Captain's eyes.
Feran felt all his fears of the previous might vanish like gra.s.s swimmers into the brush. The Captain was going to fight. He would beat Weasel Man, and all would be well.
The Cutter stepped out of the dome as the Captain and Mojo stopped beside Feran. The Captain reached down to ruffle the fur on Feran's head, then glanced towards the dome. ”Ready?”
The Cutter nodded. ”Just get him inside.”
A cry made them turn. Procne ran towards them, stumbling with the bulging weight of the brood inside him. ”She's gone! She's gone!” he cried. He fell gasping into the Cutter's arms. Feran went cold inside.
The talking box on the Captain's belt beeped. He lifted it to his face. ”It's from Phi. Time delayed delivery from last night.” They waited as he read. When he spoke, his voice was raspy, like when he took too much dust. ”She's given herself to Weitz. She knows that I won't surrender her and Pro, that I'll fight. She doesn't wish me or any of us to die.” He dropped the device in the dirt. ”She knows me better than I know myself, it would seem,” he whispered.
”Our brood-” Procne began.
”She says she would rather her children die than live as slaves, kept only to feed monsters that destroy races.”
”No! Our final coupling was last night. The brood comes!” He placed a thin hand on his pouch. ”The essence they must feed on is rising in her blood. If she is not here when they emerge, they will die. If they die without cleansing her...”
”She will die too,” the Captain finished. ”She knew this.”
Mojo frowned. ”How'd she know about Weitz? You only told me and Cutter, and just this morning.” The Captain shook his head. Cutter shrugged.
Feran felt as if he was outside his body, watching this scene but not part of it, unable to act. Well, he had acted, and this was what had come of it. He heard a voice saying ”I told her.” It seemed to be coming from somewhere else, and only when they all turned to look at him did he realize he had spoken.
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