We can save …”
“That’s enough!” Tom snapped.
“… save you from heretics. Lead us to the returning Progenitors. Lead us to the ancient masters. Lead us to the rule-givers. Lead us to them. They expect to return to the Paradise they decreed when they long ago departed. They expect Paradise and would be helpless before such as the Soro or the Tandu or the Thennanin or …”
“Thennanin! That’s what I want to know! Are the Thennanin still fighting? Are they powers in the battle?” Tom swayed with the intensity of his need to know.
“… or the Dark Brothers. They will need protection until they are made to understand what terrible things are being done in their name, orthodoxies broken, heresies abounding. Lead us to them, help us cleanse the universe. Your rewards will be great. Your modifications small. Your indenture short …”
“Stop it!” Tom felt the strain and exhaustion of the last few days rise in a boiling rage. Next to the Soro and Tandu, the Gubru had been among humanity’s worst persecutors. He had had all he was about to take from this one.
“Stop it and answer my questions!” He fired at the floor near the alien’s feet. It hopped in surprise, wide-eyed. Tom fired twice more. The first time the Gubru danced away from a ricochet. The second time it winced as the needler misfired and jammed.
The Galactic peered at him, then squawked joyfully. It spread its feathered arms wide and unsheathed long talons. For the first time it said something direct and intelligible.
“Now you shall talk, impertinent, half-formed, master-less upstart!”
It charged, screaming.
Tom dove to one side as the shrieking avian screeched past him. Slowed by hunger and exhaustion, he couldn’t prevent one razor-sharp claw from passing through his wetsuit and ripping his side along one rib. He gasped and stumbled against a blood-stained wall as the Gubru turned around to renew the attack.
Neither of them even considered the handguns that lay on the floor. Depleted and slippery, the weapons weren’t worth the gamble to stoop and retrieve them.
“Where are the dolphinnnns?” the Gubru squawked as it danced back and forth. “Tell me or I shall teach you respect for your elders the hard way.”
Tom nodded. “Learn to swim, bird-brain, and I’ll take you to them.”
The Gubru’s talons spread again. It shrieked and charged.
Tom summoned his reserves. He leapt into the air and met the creature’s throat with a savage kick. The shriek was cut off abruptly, and he felt its vertebrae snap as it went down, sliding along the damp deck to fetch up at the wall in a heap.
Tom landed stumbling beside it. His eyes swam. Breathing heavily with hands on his knees, he looked down at his enemy.
“I told … told you we were … wolflings,” he muttered.
When he could, he walked unsteadily to the ragged tear in the side of the ship and leaned on the curled and blackened lower edge, staring out at the drifting fog.
All he had left were his mask, his freshwater still, his clothes, and … oh yes, the nearly worthless hand weapons of the Gubru.
And the message-bomb, of course. The weight pressed against his midriff.
I’ve put off a decision long enough, he decided. While the battle lasted he could pretend he was searching for answers. Maybe he had been procrastinating, though.
I wanted to be sure. I wanted to know the trick had a maximum chance of working. For that to happen there had to be Thennanin.
I met that scout. The Gubru mentioned Thennanin. Do I have to see their fleet to guess there are still some in the battle above?
He realized diere was another reason he had been putting the decision off.
Once I set it off, Creideiki and Gillian are gone. There’s no way they’ll be able to stop for me. I was to get back to the ship on my own, if at all.
While fighting on the weeds, he had kept hoping to find a working vessel. Anything that could fly him home. But there were only wrecks.
He sat down heavily with his back to the cool metal and drew out the message-bomb.
Do I set it off?
The Seahorse was his plan. Why was he out here, far from Gillian and home, but to find out if it would work?
Across the blood-smeared deck of the alien cruiser, his gaze fell on the Gubru radio.
You know, he told himself, there is one more thing I can do. Even if it means I’ll be putting myself right in the middle of a