“He can’t be trusted.”
Bandele regained consciousness just as this declaration was uttered. He resisted the temptation to touch his aching head or open his eyes; he soon discovered he couldn’t do the former because something bound his hands behind his back. He tasted something awful in his mouth and realized he was gagged.
“Why not?” said another voice.
“Because he’s one of them!”
“I’m one of them!”
He realized they spoke Anglic, the common tongue of the Union. He had been speaking Shoresi almost exclusively for the last six years, so to hear his first language was a bit of a shock.
“He’s one of the few on Jala that can help us,” said the second, who used the native Ral name for the planet, rather than ‘Akaisha’.”
“Did you work with him?” said the suspicious one.
“Some. I was just assigned to Gunnarsson Outpost when he got transferred to patrol duty. His service on Jala was some sort of prison sentence.”
Do I know him? His voice does sound a little familiar.
“You mean he’s a criminal? How can we trust a criminal!?”
“You’re a criminal! Anyway, rumor has it the Union hung him out to dry as part of some sort of cover-up, so he has some motive to help. He did decide to stay on Jala after his sentence was finished. That must be worth something?”
“He’s probably a spy.”
“For the love of Fala! He did his work as assigned, and just walked out the front gates when he finished his sentence.”
“He did work with the Imperial Army patrols as a consultant, hunting us down.”
“That’s because he was supposed to. If he didn’t do what he was told they would have thrown him back in prison. Would you just relax? How much harm could he do? He looks eighty years old!”
“Well, wake him up.”
Bandele felt a splash of water over his entire body. Angry, he struggled, and realized they had tied him to a chair. He fell sideways and hit his head on a dirt floor, stars filling his vision.
“Get him up.”
Two figures appeared in Bandele’s blurry vision and he felt himself being pulled upright. One took the gag out of his mouth. The place was dark with a dirt floor, but he saw a faint light filtering in through gaps in the walls. It was a shanty, little better than the shack he called home, and the place was cold.
Bandele coughed and spit for a few moments. “Who the fuck are you?” He looked around as his captors slowly came into focus. One was obviously Human, but wore the common costume of the Ral in this part of the continent, a heavy colorful tunic over shirt and trousers. He had shaved the sides of his head, and a long braid hung over one shoulder. The other was a Ral, one of the native Hominins on Akaisha. He wore similar clothes, but had tattoos all over his face and arms and his shaved head. Even in this light Bandele saw the green tinge of the Hominin’s skin, the long skull and the wide jaw.
“He doesn’t blend in too easily, does he,” said the Ral. “He’s dressed like us, but with that black skin he sticks out like a hair on an ukur’s ass.” The Ral stepped closer. “Why are you in Kularin? You’re a long way from Akintola Spaceport. What are you doing here?”
“I live here, fuckwit. For the last six Earth years. Now, do you and your colleague want to untie me?”
“Why would we do that?”
“So I can ring your fucking neck, that’s why.”
“Just calm down, Bandele,” the Human said, “we’re not going to hurt you. In fact, we need your help.”
“Ah! The good guy bad guy routine. Am I supposed to know you?”
The two men looked at each other for a moment, then the Human spoke. “I’m Gary Tibilov. We served together for a few weeks back at Gunnarsson. Do you remember?”
“Yeah, I remember. You’re the snot-nose moron I trained to do my job. You still Exploration Service?”
“No. I walked away, like you did, and I think for the same reason.”
“And what would that be, Mr. Tibilov?”
“You know what the Union is really doing on Jala.”
There it was, tickling the back of his head: his conscience. Bandele sighed. “Untie me and bring me some water, okay? I promise not to kick both your asses.”
The two men laughed. Tibilov stepped forward and untied Bandele’s hands; he pulled a canteen from a pocket of his tunic and handed it to Bandele.
Bandele drank deep, sighed, and rubbed his wrists. “If you two wanted my help, why didn’t you just ask for it?”
“We don’t know if we can trust you,” the Ral said.
“What’s your name? From your tattoos I see you’re a high ranking member of Jala Resurgent.”
“I am Jala Resurgent. I am Morka Valans.”
The leader of the planetwide insurgency! But Bandele’s fear quickly gave way to anger. “How many people are you going to kill today? Will it be a stand-up fight? Or are you gonna bomb another market or school?”
Valans just smiled.
Bandele looked at Tibilov. “Have you thrown your lot in with these terrorists? If so, kill me now. I’m not going to help you.”
Valans looked at Tibilov. “I told you. He’s still one of them.”
Bandele spoke in Shoresi. “No. I’m not one of them. I’m me! And I’ve had enough ukurshit to last the rest of my life, short though it may be. Let me go and live in peace; I want no part in your revolution.”
“And you!” Bandele turned to Tibilov and spoke Anglic. “You’re a fool for walking away. The only reason I’m still on Akai-, Jala, is because I’m not permitted to leave. The Exploration Service, the USS, the Union, they all fucked me. They’ll never let me leave because of what I know, and believe me, I really want to get off this shitball of a world. So, unless you can find some way to get me off Jala, I’m not going to help you.”
Tibilov pulled up another wooden chair and sat on it reversed, his arms on the back. “And with all they’ve done to you, you still cower in fear.”
“That’s right! They’ve got all the power; they can lie and manipulate events to their favor with impunity. There is no way to fight them.”
“And so you’ll die on this shitball of a world, alone. Is that what you want?”
“Of course not. I’ll get off this rock on my own.”
“Escape plan, hmmm?” Tibilov smiled. “What if I were to tell you we can fight them. We know what they’re doing here, we just need to reveal that information to the rest of the people on this planet. Once that happens, revolution will be inevitable, but we need proof.”
“And how do you propose we do that?”
“You were stationed at Forward Outpost 39 for a Jala year.”
“You know the layout of the place, the guard deployment, security features, that sort of stuff.”
“What the hell for?”
“We can get in and tap the Imperial network; input a tapeworm virus, gather information, and then get out.”
“Stupid idea. As Valans so eloquently pointed out, I stick out like a turd in a salad. The USS is watching me; I’m sure of it. One dumb move and I’m back in prison getting my ass violated. No way.”
“We can take care of the USS long enough for you to help,” Valans said.
“What about the collaborators? The Akaisha Union Militia? They have informants everywhere.”
“He’s right,” Valans said. “The Imperials stick to the garrison around Akintola, or hole up in the forward outposts, but the militia will spot him easily. It’s better he not come along; he can just give us the information.”
Tibilov sighed and looked at the Ral. “I thought you didn’t trust him?”
“Wait a minute,” Bandele said, rubbing the back of his head, “I told you, I’m not going anywhere. I need to stay here; it’s my only way off Jala.”
“Expecting rescue?” Tibilov smiled. “What would you say if we told the Union Militia or the USS you were already helping us? Or that you were planning escape? What then?”
Bandele felt the anger press against the backside of his eyeballs. “You motherfuckers!”
“We will inform on you if we need to,” Tibilov said, “but we don’t want to do that. We want you to come willingly.” He stood. “Come on, you know what the Ral have gone through and how they’re getting fucked over by the Union, just like you did. Get a little payback, Bandele. It’ll feel great.”
“I don’t want to kill anyone.” Bandele looked at Tibilov. “Do you hear me? No killing!”
“We’ll take care of that,” Valans said, “I guarantee you.”
God-damn it! How do I get mixed up in this shit! It’s true, Bandele did have some sympathy for the Ral. United Earth abandoned the Ral as soon as they liberated the world from a century spent under the claw of the Snirr. Eighty percent of the population had died during the occupation, and the Ral had to begin rebuilding their ecologically destroyed planet alone. Then the Union came and demanded loyalty, and soon were exploiting the Ral for commercial profit.
The Ral had exchanged cruel masters for rapacious ones.
But it was one secret policy that pushed some of the Ral into rebellion, a policy in direct contradiction to the very founding act of the Hominin Union.
“Fuck! Okay. I’ll help you fuck those bastards; it seems I really don’t have a choice. But you gotta help me get off this rock when the time comes. Alright?”
Tibilov smiled. “You won’t regret this, Bandele.”
“I already have, believe me.”
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Fifteen years have passed since the incident in the Anuvi system. As the changes unleashed by that event ripple through the culture and society of the Naati, the Hegemony is driven to the brink of civil war. Sensing an opportunity, the Union sends Senator Frances Arrington as ambassador to negotiate with one of the Naati factions on the independent Human world of Borrega, located in the Neutral Zone. McFinn, long exiled to the glaciers and mountains of the planet Turrentine, is selected by a Very Important Person to act as attaché to the Ambassador. Unknown to all, a small religious sect on Borrega, tested by privation and battle, has other plans for the representatives about to arrive on their world. Looming in the background is the Hominin Union, driven by a history of war and death to unite all Human and Hominin worlds into one political entity, no matter what the cost.
With these events in motion, Dr. Hans Beckenbaur, geologist turned adventurer, tracks down Dr. Batista’s research while pursued by the shadowy forces of the General Intelligence Directorate. He believes he has discovered the location to another Harbinger artifact, and he sets out with Dr. Ferrel and the motley crew of the Trieste to discover the truth about the ancient alien race and its relationship to Humans, Hominins, and the Naati.
Or to die trying.
“They’ve grappled us, Commander,” Cavanagh said. “Assault troopers are sliding across the grappling lines toward the main airlock. You’re going to want to see this.”
McFinn tapped a few keys on his pockcomp and the holographic image feed from the main airlock sensor appeared. Three Naati, in their dull gray armor, floated outside the airlock, and more moved along grappling lines toward the Coch. Each Naati had a large oblong object strapped to its chest.
“What the hell are those?” he thought. “Bombs?”
A Naati looked at the sensor and smacked it with a fist. The holographic image disappeared.
“They’re knockin’, Sergeant Cobrado. Get ready.” McFinn donned his helmet.
The next few moments seemed like an eternity. Smoke from damaged systems wafted by, and the emergency lights cast a red light throughout the entire deck. McFinn urinated in fear as he knelt and brought his ion rifle to bear, the warmth spreading onto his legs.
The inner airlock door exploded with sparks and smoke, shrapnel whizzing by McFinn’s head. He heard an eerie keening sound, a high-pitched tone that seemed to warble and click simultaneously. It was so loud his helmet sensors cut the volume. The sound pierced his mind with fear, and if he hadn’t already urinated, he would have hearing that awful noise.
Oblong objects sprang from the smoke surrounding the airlock. Almost a blur, within a second they covered most of the twenty meters between the airlock and the Marines. Each object moved on four legs, leaping across the deck at great speed.
McFinn fired. Blaster fire hit several of the objects, but even more appeared, and bowled through the assembled Marines, knocking many of them over and shattering their defensive formation. One of the Marines stumbled and knocked McFinn against the bulkhead. McFinn rolled back and away. When he opened his eyes he saw the front part of one of the objects split into four long pieces and fold back, revealing the head of a beast: it had a huge mouth of razor sharp teeth, red feral eyes, and a multitude of spines on its head. The beast howled and bit the upper part of a Marine’s arm. With a sharp movement of its head, it pulled the arm free, armor and all. Blood sprayed out over the floor and the other defenders as the Marine screamed in pain.
McFinn rolled backwards and got to his feet. “Retreat!” he cried. “Retreat!” As he ran to the first emergency bulkhead, he looked over his shoulder and saw Marines and security personnel following him.
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Prologue: Dr. Kanas
Pale turquoise close to the surface, the color of the ocean water deepened through darker and darker shades of cobalt and navy. Secure in their hardened pressure suits, teacher and student descended with ease, taking temperature and salinity readings, and panning their cameras back and forth across the steep wall, their powerful lights penetrating the growing gloom. A slight current nudged them along at a few knots as they descended. A profusion of branching structures, of different textures, sizes and colors, covered the wall, and huge fans, some three or four meters in diameter, waved in the current. Thousands of hand-sized diaphanous polyp structures hung suspended in the water; most were mushroom in shape, but some star-shaped or tubular, all trailing thread-like tentacles.
“Is this coral?” the young woman asked over the suit radio.
“The easiest answer is, yes it is.” Dr. Kanas replied. What the hell was her name? “It seems to have evolved the same structures and to fill the same ecological niche.” That’s it! “Kirsten, can you give me a measurement of the angle of the wall?”
“Kirsten bailed out, remember? She got seasick on the boat ride over from Camp Gregory.”
“Sorry.” He could remember the scientific names of thousands of species on hundreds of life-bearing worlds, but found a simple name impossible to recall. “Can you give me an angle?”
He knew the angle measurement, and the fact that it had varied since they began their descent. He wanted to make sure she paid attention.
“Well, eyeballing it, I think it’s about seven degrees off of vertical.”
“Good. How does that compare to the surface?”
“There’s no beaches on this island, that’s for sure, but the angle at the surface is about twelve degrees off vertical.”
“Excellent. Now, remember on the boat ride over from Camp Gregory? Do you remember the shape of the island on the horizon?”
“It looks like the top part of an egg.” She paused. “In fact, most of the islands are shaped like eggs.”
“Excellent, Kirst-, er, Joanna. In fact, all of the islands have almost the exact same shape. They just vary in size.”
“Yeah, that’s weird.”
“Very. But can you tell me why that’s weird?”
“Well, presumably the islands have been here for a while, given the coral on the wall here, and the vegetation on the island at the surface.”
“There’s no sign of erosion!”
“Excellent, Joanna. Remember the storms we witnessed from orbit? Some had sustained winds of 125 klicks, with precipitation reaching one point five meters over twenty-four hours. Surely a force like that would cause some erosion?”
“So, are there big birds in these islands?”
“No, Joanna. I’m sure there aren’t. However, there’s something warm inside them. Did you take infrared measurements from orbit?”
“Yes. The core of each island reaches several hundred degrees centigrade. So, are they volcanic?”
“That’s a decent hypothesis, for sure. Especially given how the islands are grouped in arcs across the face of the planet, but we haven’t found any evidence for plate subduction or sea-floor spreading, have we?”
The islands presented quite a puzzle. This particular island seemed to be in relatively shallow water, and for size, measured about thirty klicks in diameter. The hardened pressure suits would allow them to descend to 800 meters. Once they finished poking around down there, they would dig through the detritus on the surface to see what they could find.
“Dive 1, this is Carp. Acknowledge.”
“Dive 1, Carp.”
“We’ve picked up a tremor, Dive 1, six point five kilometers north-north-west of your position, fifteen hundred meters depth. What is your status?”
“Haven’t felt anything, Carp.”
“Advise you surface, Dive 1.”
Shit! We just got down here!
They suddenly began to descend much faster. Some new current, like a riptide, clutched them and pulled them deeper. The island wall shuddered, a shower of coral descending with them. Joanna screamed and turned toward him. Kanas could see her face behind the helmet visor of the pressure suit; her wide eyes looked at him. Fear and nausea gripped his stomach, and he gasped as he panicked.
“Use your suit impeller!” Kanas cried. He had almost lost sight of her in the avalanche of coral, but he could still hear her breathing and her screams. The rumble around them grew to an almost unbearable volume. He tried to use his own suit impeller, but it couldn’t counter the force of the current.
The coral almost obscured his vision as it filled the water and descended beside him. He became aware of a soft light, and realized the polyps emitted a faint pink and blue glow. Over the next few seconds the light grew much brighter, and he saw them swarming against the wall. Below him, approaching fast, he saw a huge fissure that seemed to grow even wider as he descended toward it. The polyps seemed to swarm into it, their light illuminating the seabed. He glanced at his gauges and saw that he had reached more than 900 meters in depth. He no longer heard Joanna’s breathing or her screams. He grasped and then held a rocky ledge as the current tried to pull him into the fissure.
Just a few moments after the current began, it stopped. He hugged the ledge, gasping for breath, and then began pulling himself up the wall. As he climbed the polyps grew even brighter. He then noticed streams of smoke or dust ejected out into the water from the wall. Some streams reached two or three meters in length, as if driven by powerful jets. Most of these plumes were dark in color, but some looked blue or green or even white. The polyps swarmed around the jets, swimming through the clouds.
Then he felt it, a cool sensation, in his boots.
Somehow, his suit had been breached, either due to impact or pressure. At this pressure the breach was probably microscopic, but his suit was filling fast, weighing him down. He used his wrist controls to dial up the impeller to maximum power. He made some progress, but the speed of his ascent soon slowed.
Then the voices began.
Am I mad? Is this some sort of pressure sickness?
At first a babble, the voices soon took on familiar tones. Family members and friends, far away, spoke to him from his memories. Their faces appeared on the glowing polyps in front of his helmet visor. His mind’s eye became overwhelmed with memories of his childhood, adolescence, and early adult-hood, several different vision streams flowing through his awareness. The emotions came on fast and strong, and he wept and laughed and felt frustration and anger all at that same time.
He became aware of a looming presence, like an undefined but huge shape above and beyond the memory streams. Vast and alien, it seemed to scream at him with silence, a void so full of meaning he couldn’t even begin to comprehend it.
Just at the edge of his mind, at the very limit of his awareness, he saw The Answer. It was the solution to All Questions and the One Question. It was so wonderful, terrible, vast, obvious and obscure, that he wept at the possibility of it.
Before he could grasp it the water entered his lungs.
A Hominin is any organism of the taxonomic tribe Hominini. This includes recent Humans together with extinct ancestral species and those species transplanted from Earth to other worlds by now non-existent sophonts. The tribe Hominini branched from tribe Panini during the Miocene Epoch on Earth. During the Pliocene and Pleistocene Epochs more numerous and diverse Hominin species appeared. During the Miocene, Pliocene and Pleistocene Epochs advanced star-faring sophonts harvested and transported samples of these species from Earth to other worlds with suitable environments. Researchers hypothesize there were more than a thousand such transplantations, with evidence of Hominin civilization found on worlds as far as 30,000 LY to spinward of Earth. It is believed most of these transplanted Hominin groups did not survive more than a few thousand years. None of the Hominin species currently existing are capable of procreation with other Hominin species. There has been much speculation on the part of researchers as to how many species of advanced star-faring sophonts carried out Hominin transplants, what their motives were for transplanting Hominin species to other worlds, and why they disappeared. Researchers refer to these extinct sophont species using a variety of terms, the most common being Forerunners, Harbingers, and Precursors.
During the United Earth Era five of these Hominin species were discovered by Humans from Earth (homo sapiens) on worlds within 5,000 LY of Earth. These include the Druan, the Entra, the Linu, the Dovar, and the Yathans. These species were given full representation in the United Earth Parliament and Senate. While conducting the final offensive against the Snirr, the United Earth Expeditionary Fleet discovered six more Hominin species within 30,000 LY spinward of Earth: the Kivik, the Minkasa, the Novan, the Olora, the Pada, and the Ral. During the Imperial Era, the home worlds of the Druan, the Entra, the Linu, the Dovar, and the Yathans all enjoyed Senate World status.
The Reunification and Reconciliation Act of 2436 declared that all Hominin species were, by default, subject to the laws, and recipients of the benefits, of the Hominin Union. The Act was justification for bringing all Hominin worlds within the fold. Given the ferocity of the Snirr Wars and the Antispinward Secession of the 24th century, the ruling Destillières family reasoned that only by uniting into one political, economic, military and cultural entity could Humanity and its cousin Hominin species defend themselves against the hostile alien civilizations in the Milky Way Galaxy.
Related entries: Destillières Family; Dovar; Druan; Entra; Forerunner; Harbinger; Humans; Imperial Senate; Kivik; Linu; Minkasa; Novan;Olora; Pada; Precursor; Ral; Reunification and Reconciliation Act (2436); United Earth; United Earth Parliament; Snirr Wars; United Earth Senate.
From The Concise Historical Encyclopedia of the Hominin Union, 3rd edition, 3.1.2802, translated from the Xochilian Prime language by T.Polomarchus.
From The Anuvi Incident
The deck alarm blared again and Captain Cavanagh’s voice filled the hangar. “Secure for tactical operations.”
“All tactical data will be transferred to your battlesuit computers,” Captain Lovelace said. He nodded at the First Sergeant.
“WHO ARE WE!?” the First Sergeant screamed.
“WHAT DO WE SAY!?”
“YOUR DEATH, MY LIFE!”
The Varano, a Victory class assault transport about five hundred meters long, had two spherical hulls fore and aft joined by a long, wide connecting hub. A thousand drop chutes, holes two meters wide at the bottom end of several meters of steel pipe, lined her underside. Magnetic accelerators shat out capsules four meters long, each containing an Imperial Marine in an armored suit. All Marines fought as battlesuited infantry: each wore a Spez-Kriegworks Model K-3A Armored Battlesuit, a 2.5 meter tall suit of steel and aluminum, with musculature and reflex enhancers, leap servos, a flight pack, and the latest in targeting, electronics, and counter-measures. A 64-kilojoule laser mounted on the left arm complemented a grenade launcher and magazine of 20 bombs mounted on the right.
A Squad Sergeant commanded each squad of fourteen Marines, with each squad composed of two teams. Karadjian commanded Putz and his buddies in First Squad. The brass assigned each squad a ready room in the lower decks of the ship, each a circular room ringed by fourteen four meter long capsules, and each capsule contained an armored battlesuit. The Marines stripped off their coveralls and pulled on their compression jump suits, garments of a tight-fitting material covered with interfaces that hooked into ports in the battlesuit. The battlesuit transmitted vital data to the squad sergeant, the company commander, the battalion commander, and up to the control room in the Varano, allowing commanders to monitor the health and status of each Marine.
“Don’t forget to seal your toilet tubes!” Sergeant Karadjian barked. “You won’t get any sympathy from me if you’re swimming in your own shit!”
The Marines of the 356th Imperial Marine Battalion are equipped with the Spez-Kriegworks K-3A Armored Battlesuit. This is a 2.5 meter tall exoskeleton composed of a titanium-aluminum-vanadium alloy, and advanced polymers and ceramics. The systems within the suit enhance the wearer’s strength and reflexes, allowing the wearer to perform incredible feats of strength and speed, including extended low-angle or high-angle leaps, close-range physical combat with vehicles and enemy personnel, and controlled flight or descent using the attached flight pack. Encased in re-entry capsules, personnel wearing the exoskeleton can descend to a planet’s surface through an atmosphere from low-orbit; the capsule provides protection from the friction of re-entry, and the drag ‘chute slows descent enough to allow use of the flight pack to precisely target the desired drop zone.
Advanced sensors provide infrared, low-light, and ultraviolet vision, long range sight, and targeting using optics, radar, and laser. Full environmental protection provides the flexibility to operate in a multitude of environments including hostile environments planet-side, in orbit, or ship-to-ship operations in vacuum. Encrypted radio communication and full tactical display allow full communication with and perception of personnel location at the squad, platoon, and company level. Integrate the communication system with a full WorldNet satellite system or Fleet Information System, and the wearer has unmatched perception of threats from around the target world or within a fleet of any size. Base armament for the suit is a 64-kilojoule laser on the left arm and a grenade launcher and magazine of 20 bombs on the right. A right shoulder interface provides a mounting point for a variety of accessories, including an antimatter missile launcher, a hull piercing explosive harpoon used for boarding spacecraft, a heavy plasma projector, a point defense projectile launcher, or an enhanced electronic warfare pod.
The K-3A Armored Battlesuit provides an unmatched advantage in individual mobility and firepower.