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Dramatis Personae

Malaki

“Tyranny, they got everything.” Malaki threw down his pastiscreen in frustration, the report still scrolling past with additional details he’d have to read when he had a clearer head. “Get us off planet, Lavanya, the longer we’re here the further behind we are.”

He started breaking down his etheric disruptor and slotting the pieces back into the case with a little more force than was strictly necessary. A few seconds passed and the deck plates under his boots began to rumble. The Skybreak was preparing to launch. Lavanya must have been waiting on the bridge already, running the preflight. She must have flagged the message when it came in and guessed it would require they get moving sooner rather than later. Malaki tossed the weapon’s stock and reef into the case then slammed it closed.

Lavanya’s voice drifted down from the bridge overhead. “Where are we headed?”

“How many jumps are we from BTL HQ? Six? Seven?”

“Seven. Ashland-at-Rainford is three.”

“Take us to Rainford, then, I’ll give Lin’yi the no-go.”

“Got it. We’re lifting in eight, jumping in fifteen unless Effratha Control denies us the core.”

Malaki tossed the disruptor case into the cabinet beneath his bench and locked it down then started up the ladder to the bridge. “I thought we had enough etheric reserves to make a jump or two.”

“We do. I’d like to hang on to it. Y’know, just in case Essene and company picked up on your poking around the last day or two and realized that the most famous history heretic in the quadrant was asking questions and put us on the list of people causing trouble.”

“I’m already on that list for any college that’s signed the University Pact.”

“Which makes it so much better.”

Malaki reached the bridge as the floor began to gently tilt underfoot. The Skybreak was taking to the air, it’s hoverpads filling the flight cabin with a soft rushing sound. Lavanya sat in her pilot’s chair, goggles pulled down and glowing softly with the light of the ship’s visual data superimposed over the physical controls. Her long, glossy black braid was tucked into a special channel on the back of her chair to keep it out of the way. She was in serious pilot mode.

How adorable.

“It’s okay, Lavvy, your souped up cloudskimmer has got to be faster than anything the Universities could find to throw at us.”

“It’s not a cloudskimmer, it’s a windrider. And no matter how many upgrades I’ve put in it there’s plenty of better ships out there.” She spared him an arch look. “What if we run into someone with a Kashron ship?”

“Not even a University can afford people who buy from Kashron Yards, Lavvy, they make sportcraft for the rich and black ops ships for planetary confederacies.”

The Skybreak’s console chimed and Lavanya turned away from him, although her goggles made that unnecessary. Malaki smirked and sat down at the comms console. A message had just come in from Effratha Control but the computer had forwarded it to the pilot’s station immediately. He wasn’t really interested in the boring minutia of getting off planet anyway. Instead he typed out a coded message to his sponsor, full of prearranged gibberish about nonexistent contacts and meaningless information he’d supposedly gleaned from them, sprinkling in the occasional code phrase that would let Lin’yi know they’d come up empty. He’d composed dozens of such messages in the last year and knew them practically by heart. It was logged in the Effratha comm hub, waiting for a ship to take it to BTL Headquarters, two minutes before the ship was ready for jump.

It was an odd sensation, riding a jumpship as it turned sidereal. Deep in the bowels of the Skybreak a microreef sat in a five hundred gallon tank, the carefully cultivated coral serving as a huge secondary reservoir of etheric energy and a pivot point for the inanimate ship to turn towards the stars. The bulk of the ship cut its inhabitants off from the vertiginous spin as they left the terrestrial. Slipknots activated and drew power from Effratha’s core and the Skybreak’s hull thrummed with the increased potential it housed.

Lavanya threw a switch on her console and the ship tunneled. With the ship’s added reserves and refined sensors they could go much further than any human in a single jump. Even among those with etheric senses few could manage an interplanetary jump on their own. With a jumpship even those with a weak sense could cross the galaxy in a month or two.

When they arrived at their next stop, a small lunar colony around a gas giant in the Vera system, they were forced to wait an hour before Vera Control would let them tap the planetary core to top up their reserves. Given all the unknowns in the situation Malaki chose to wait rather than draw down the reef to jump. Lavanya had a valid point about a full etheric reserve, when you worked in the fringes of academia you never knew when you’d have to make a sudden exit. Best to have the power for it on hand if you did.

“So,” Lavanya said once they were in a stable orbit waiting for the okay to top off their tank, “what went wrong? You didn’t even get on campus this time.”

“No, but someone did. My contact told me that everyone involved in the project died in a freak chemical accident two days ago.”

“Even Dr. Schuyler?”

“Even the late and unlamented bastard Evan Schuyler, who was not in the laboratory when things went wrong.” Malaki rocked back in the chair and drummed his fingers against the communication console, considering possibilities. “It’s an interesting puzzle.”

“How so?” Lavanya locked in the autopilot and pulled her goggles down around her neck so he could see her quizzical look. “Obviously someone in Admin had them killed. My money’s on the Dean of Students or the Director of Research, they have the most to lose if word of that kind of slip up got out.”

“As always, my dear, you think about the what but not the why. If Schuyler was killed because he was a potential embarrassment to the school then it was undoubtedly Dean Gifford whereas if it was to keep the research itself quiet then it was most likely Director Vellar.” Malaki absently twirled the waxed point of his neatly trimmed goatee. “The good Doctor’s hovercar was found wrecked on the side of the street with a shattered windscreen. What do you make of that?”

“Not a terrible way to go,” Lavanya said, throwing a glance to the plastic dome that protected the cockpit from space. “Takes a lot of force to get through a superpolymer. That kind of impact would have killed him almost instantly once it was through the screen. But it’s pretty blatant.”

“That’s the thing that bothers me. It’s too obvious.” Malaki pulled up the ship’s database and started flipping through entries. “The University Pact limits what weapons people can bring on campus and Effratha is a University world – the whole planet is bound by the rules of the Pact. Anything that could do that kind of damage is illegal there. Lancers, shredders and other flechette weapons, plasma throwers, lasers, you name it you can’t legally own it unless you’re Essene Security Forces. I don’t think ESF carried out the hit themselves.”

Lavanya was reading through the news report Malaki had gotten right before they lifted off half an hour ago. “The Security spokesman said flechettes were used. Sounds like a Shran or Hash’ish job. University security forces tend to favor energy weapons although most of them have a little of everything on hand, right?”

“That’s my experience.”

She folded her arms and cocked her head in thought. “An obvious hit right after a failed research project supposedly kills six people clearly sends the message that the university doesn’t want to be associated with the research. You think it looks so much like a face saving move it must be cover for something else?”

“Agartan resequencing was a technique developed when space travel was in its infancy, before we dreamed up jumpships. No one’s quite sure what it was meant for. The prevailing theory was that before it was lost it allowed people to be stored in suspended animation with greater ease but we don’t know. Only a handful of cold sleep ships were sent out in the early days…” Malaki trailed off, realizing Lavanya was staring at him through narrowed eyes. “What?”

“Malaki, when you say the prevailing theory do you mean the prevailing academic theory or one of your own pet theories based on a few scraps of data and your daydreams?”

He snorted. “Come on, Lavvy, you’ve been been running these jobs with me for almost a year now. Do you really think there’s any difference between academic theory and daydreaming about scraps of data?”

“So you think that Schuyler was trying to recreate this ancient, cold sleep technique and the Director of Research had him killed for it because it has to do with the early interstellar era.” Lavanya tilted her head, thinking. “That’s not a direct violation of the principle of historic neutrality even if it does stretch pretty far back. Unless cold sleep theories contradict the Pact’s Principles of Shared History?”

“Not directly, although the official line is there was no genetic modification done on any of the known sleeper ships that were sent out. It was even more illegal then than it is now. However that is a useful secondary line of obfuscation that could be deployed if needed. What I think is going on is that Acropolis Trading funded the research and these layers of confusion exist to hide that fact.”

Lavanya leaned twelve degrees away from him with an arch look. “Really? Not everything in the galaxy comes back to the University Pact and the Hutchinson family. I don’t see how either one benefits from turning people into oozes. If that’s really possible with gene editing.” She straightened and spun her chair back around to her controls. “Sounds like wishful thinking. Seriously, Malakai, not even your powers of free association can find a serious link between that resequencing technique and Athena Hutchinson.”

“A man can dream, can’t he?”

“That Acropolis Trading is looking to sell gene edits to the general public?”

He had to laugh at the absurdity of that idea. “No, not that particular dream. Even with my skepticism of the accepted historical narratives I believe we outlawed those procedures for good reason. I was dreaming about finally having something about her to give Lin’yi. When I agreed to do this little errand for her I didn’t expect it would take me a year or more.”

“We’re ready for the next jump.” Lavanya’s fingers flew over the controls, topping up their etheric reef before spinning the ship sidereal again. She spared him a glance as she ran through the jump procedure once more. “You know, I thought you were enjoying going back to your old stomping grounds and giving the stuffed shirts on campus a run for their money.”

“I am.” Malaki spun his chair around to his own console, breaking eye contact. There wasn’t any message there from Lin’yi yet but expecting one before Rainford wasn’t realistic. “The ultimate run for their money would be proving my theories. I’m close, you know.”

Their second jump ended and Lavanya started the same exchange with Granger Control as she’d run at Vera. As her eyes flicked over the controls she said, “Lin’yi doesn’t think so. She told me you’re no closer to proving the Homeworld theory than you were before your last expedition.”

“Well when I get back to Andromeda Proxima I can show you-”

Her hands came to a stop, resting lightly on the control console. “I won’t be on your next expedition, Malaki. The Skybreak doesn’t pay for itself and it’s not big enough for the kind of payloads you talk about taking on those trips anyway. Not even Lin’yi can afford to pay my retainer if I’m just along for the ride.”

“I see.” Malaki blanked the comm screen and digested that. “You’re not the least bit curious about it?”

Lavanya cast her gaze up as if asking the galaxy for strength. “I’m not like you, Malaki. I don’t need to invent new ideas just because the old ones bore me.”

“You can’t possibly-”

“Yes, Malaki, I do believe we still occupy our planet of origin and we’ve just forgotten which one it is. Humans started settling the stars twelve thousand years or more before now. We’ve nearly gone extinct twice since then.” She spun to face him once again. “I’m sorry. I think it’s a very interesting thing to think about and listening to you talk about it makes it twice as interesting but proving or disproving it is your obsession. Keeping the Skybreak running is mine. I’m happy to fly with you as long as those things are in alignment but not any longer than that.”

“Of course.” Malaki got to his feet and started towards the ladder.

“Granger Control says we’ll be able to top up in about twenty minutes,” Lavanya called after him. “We’ll jump to Rainford right after, planet fall will take another hour or so. Let your contact know you’re coming.”

Malaki paused at the stop of the ladder. “Earth.”

An awkward pause followed the non sequitur. “What?”

“It’s not called the Homeworld. It’s called Earth.” He started down the stairs to gather what he’d need on Rainford.

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