Earth Star (32 page)

‘Hello, Jarra,’ said Keon. ‘I thought I’d call you. Less effort than searching through the crowd.’

Issette just gave me a hazy smile. I looked at her sternly. ‘Are you powered?’

Keon sighed. ‘Medical students! They mixed up a bowl of their own special drink. I dread to think what they put in it.’

‘It doesn’t seem to have affected you.’

‘I wasn’t stupid enough to drink it.’ He gazed across the hall at the band, which had just started a louder number. ‘I brought Issette here because I thought archaeologists were more respectable than medical students. Perhaps I was wrong.’

‘You see the one going mad on the drums? That’s my lecturer.’

Keon shook his head sadly. ‘Norms.’

‘He’s got great legs,’ said Issette.

There was a moment of pure horror before I realized she wasn’t looking at Playdon but at Rono. I sagged with relief. Rono wouldn’t be embarrassed to get drunken compliments, he’d just laugh and tell Issette he was flattered but extremely happily married. I decided Rono did look a bit like Issette’s favourite singer, Zen Arrath, though Issette was right. Rono had much better legs.

Issette was dancing now, and drifting inexorably towards the crowd watching the band. Keon sighed, took her hands, and they swung into the dance routine that won them first prize in our last year at school.

‘Could we do that?’ asked Fian.

I giggled. ‘I could do that. I don’t think you could.’

‘Oh really? Just let me try!’

He tried. I was right. He couldn’t. We returned to our previous, closely entwined dance style, with Fian murmuring startlingly suggestive remarks in my ear. I swear I actually heard him use not only the butt word, but the breast word as well. Rock and roll music seemed to have a shockingly bad effect on innocent Deltans. I made a mental note to do detailed research on this later when we were somewhere more private.

The band wound up for the big finish, and did an encore before packing away their instruments and sound system. I introduced Keon and Issette to Amalie and Krath, though I doubted whether Issette was in any state to remember names. The six of us got drinks of Fizzup and went over to chat to Playdon and Dalmora.

‘That was amaz!’ said Krath. ‘You can actually play those drums.’

Playdon laughed. ‘There’s no need to sound so surprised, Krath.’

I noticed Dalmora was staring at the floor, looking depressed. Had she been trying to look as beautiful as possible, hoping to win a response from Playdon? I could have told her that would never work. Growing up as a ward of Hospital Earth, I’d learned to recognize the type of adult who’d abuse a position of trust. Playdon definitely wasn’t one of them. I hoped Dalmora would forget about him now, maybe even get interested in one of the class.

I handed a glass of Fizzup to Playdon. ‘Sir, a couple of my friends are here. They’ve brought their bags, and we have several spare rooms, so I wondered if …’

‘I remember Keon and Issette,’ said Playdon. ‘We’ve run into each other a couple of times in hospital waiting rooms. If they’d like to stay, I don’t see any problem.’

‘Thank you,’ said Keon. ‘We’re refugees from a party that started seven hours before portal lockdown and is now totally out of control. Two hundred and seventy University Earth medical students, all going wild trying out the things that were forbidden when they were living in a Next Step. I thought it best to quietly leave.’

Playdon looked at the way he was holding up a sagging Issette, and nodded. ‘Very sensible.’

A lookup chimed, and a wail from Krath attracted the attention of everyone in the area. ‘I don’t believe this!’

‘Something wrong, Krath?’ Playdon sounded amused.

‘It’s my nardle dad. He’s just mailed me with some stupid story about the Military sending us into Ark because Earth is being attacked by aliens. He really is …’

I missed what Krath said after that, because a chorus of other lookups chimed around the hall. The vid feed from Earth Rolling News appeared on the wall, showing a fancy dress party, but someone instantly changed channel. A scrolling banner told me we were now watching Gamma Sector News.

‘So far there is no comment from the Military about the truth of the allegations, or the authenticity of the vid sequences showing the alien craft. Given the academic record of …’

It was a man speaking, but you couldn’t see him. The whole screen was taken up with a familiar vid sequence of an alien sphere approaching Earth.

Everyone in the hall was staring at the picture of the alien sphere. I saw Issette’s face slowly change from confusion to terror, and imagined this scene being duplicated all through Ark. Drunk and powered people at parties, looking at these pictures, laughing at first and then starting to panic. Someone had talked. If it was one of my History team, I would personally murder them.

Fian whispered into my ear. ‘Will they deny it?’

I gave a gesture of ignorance and despair.

The vid sequence ended, and was replaced by an image of a face. I stared at it for a second, before turning to look at Fian.

‘Gaius nuking Devon,’ he muttered. ‘Well, of course …’

A news presenter was speaking. ‘Eminent portal physicist Gaius Devon stated he was forced to break his oath of secrecy due to the criminal negligence of the Military in not destroying the alien sphere. It was, he said, his duty to risk arrest to warn the public. The sphere has completely unknown capabilities, and poses a threat not just to Earth but to sector planets.’

He paused. ‘Professor Gaius Devon holds the Wallam-Crane Portal Physics Chair at University Alcestis, which is still declining to make any comment.’

‘I bet they are,’ said Playdon.

Someone changed the vid channel back to Earth Rolling News. They’d left the party and were back with a presenter at their Ark centre. Her shocked face was a dramatic contrast to her frivolous party dress.

‘… stay with Earth Rolling News for a statement from Colonel Riak Torrek, commanding officer of the Alien Contact programme. Stay with Earth Rolling News for …’

I ignored the repeat of her words, and pulled a face at Fian. The Military had admitted Alien Contact was active, which meant they were going public. Where did that leave us? Should we still hide our Military ranks or …?

Lookups were still chiming around me. I realized I’d left mine on mute after Keon’s call, and checked it. A dozen personal mails had just arrived, probably telling me to watch the newzies, and there was a mail forwarded from my Military lookup. I scanned it rapidly. This was a general bulletin to all Military personnel, warning them the Alien Contact programme was active and they should be prepared to reassure concerned civilians. Colonel Torrek’s statement would be going out not only on Earth Rolling News but as emergency override on every vid channel in every sector.

Krath was glaring at his lookup, cursing fluently. ‘I can’t believe my nuking dad was actually right about the nuking aliens.’

Amalie hit him. ‘Don’t be a nardle. Your dad just saw it on the Gamma sector newzies like everyone else.’

‘Krath,’ said Playdon. ‘You’ve got sixty seconds to stop swearing, or you get warnings under the Gamman moral code.’

‘But it’s nuking aliens!’

Amalie hit him again.

‘Krath, you’ve got fifty-five seconds,’ said Playdon.

The hugely magnified face of Colonel Torrek appeared on the wall, and everyone went abruptly quiet as he began to speak.

‘I’m Colonel Riak Torrek, commanding officer of the Alien Contact programme. I regret that Professor Gaius Devon chose to make a premature, ill-informed, and alarmist announcement on the presence of an automated alien probe in Sol system.’

I spent a second setting my lookup to Earth Rolling News channel, then touched Fian’s arm. We silently slipped away towards our room while Colonel Torrek’s voice continued to speak from the lookup in my hand.

‘The Military are in the process of opening up communications with the alien probe, which has shown no signs of hostility. Earth’s population has been evacuated to the underground caverns of Ark as a purely precautionary measure since the Military do not wish to expose civilians to even the most remote risk of harm. People may, if they wish, remain in Ark after the end of the solar storm. Ark has stockpiles of supplies sufficient for at least ten days, and arrangements are in place for further supplies to be portalled in from Alpha sector.’

My lookup chimed to announce the arrival of an emergency mail. ‘Personal Military call!’

I glanced around to check Fian and I were alone before turning off Earth Rolling News and answering. I was startled to see the face of Commander Mason Leveque.

‘Major Tell Morrath. Captain Eklund. I thought you might not have your Military lookups with you so I tried the civilian link.’

‘We saw the news, sir,’ I said. ‘We were just going to our room to get our Military lookups.’

‘Would you happen to have your uniforms with you as well?’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Excellent forethought on your part.’

I decided not to mention we’d brought the uniforms so Fian could play Arrack San Domex for my personal entertainment. ‘Thank you, sir.’

‘You’ll realize the current situation is highly dangerous,’ Leveque said in a completely untroubled voice. ‘Having failed to pressure us into attacking the sphere, Gaius Devon took advantage of the confusion during the evacuation to Echo base to portal back to Alcestis and give his story to the newzies. He’s inciting panic, and if there’s a sufficiently widespread public demand for us to attack the sphere then the government and the Military may be forced to agree. It would be unfortunate if we had to destroy it at a point where all indications are it isn’t hostile, since we’d lose the opportunity to gain an incalculable amount of knowledge. It would be even more unfortunate if we failed to destroy it and it made a counter attack.’

It was my home planet that the sphere would counter attack, which could have its atmosphere ripped away by alien and Military weapons fire and be reduced to glowing cinders, so I felt it would be much more than just unfortunate. ‘Agreed, sir.’

‘It’s vital we convince people that Gaius Devon is a hysterical, attention-seeking, xenophobic, which judging from his statement to the newzies is no exaggeration. The Military need to be seen to be in control of the situation and doing something, so I’m afraid, Major, we’re throwing you to the chimera.’

Chimera? What did the long extinct, nightmare creatures of Thetis have to do with …? No, I realized, this must be some Military phrase. ‘What do you mean, sir?’

‘Your theory is the best we’ve got at the moment, so your excavation is no longer going to be secret but featured on all the news channels.’

‘What? But … You’re surely not leaving me in command of this with the newzies watching? Shouldn’t Colonel Torrek …?’

‘Colonel Torrek has every confidence in you, Major,’ said Leveque, ‘and the original reasons for making you Field Commander still apply. You have extensive knowledge of dig site excavation methods. We don’t.’

‘I know some things, and my lecturer will help, but I don’t have the Military knowledge to …’

‘We’ll make sure you appear fully knowledgeable about all Military matters,’ said Leveque. ‘Now, my information is you two evacuated to Ark with the Eden Dig Site teams. We need your operation up and running without delay, so please ask them for their assistance. Do they have any vid bees with them? We want to announce details on Earth Rolling News as soon as possible, and we’d like to include vid images from your area.’

‘Details? About this?’ I gulped. ‘I’m sure the Eden Dig Site teams will be happy to help, and we have vid bees, but …’

‘Excellent. The fact you were evacuated with the dig teams, combined with proper vid bee images, will give the reassuring impression we’ve been preparing this for some time.’

‘But, sir … What happens if we don’t find anything? If my theory isn’t right, or we’re looking in the wrong place, I’ll have wasted everyone’s time.’

Leveque actually laughed. ‘A delaying action is exactly what we need now, Jarra. Our immediate objective is to prevent widespread panic. Your excavation can’t even start before the portals are back, and will hopefully take at least a full day. If you find a way to contact the sphere, that’s wonderful. If you don’t, we’ve bought time for people to calm down, and for us to think of our next move. You don’t worry about that. You just look confident and demonstrate the Military are actively working on the problem.’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Now, please talk to the Eden Dig Site teams.’ He smiled. ‘Don’t forget to change clothes first. I’m happy to know you tagged Fian, but a Military uniform will look more reassuring on a vid.’

I looked hastily down at my top and blushed. ‘Yes, sir.’

Leveque ended the call, and I looked helplessly at Fian. ‘This is …’

‘I know,’ he said.

We hurried up to our room, dug our uniforms out of our bags, and started hastily taking off our clothes.

‘You’re changing out of the black lace?’ asked Fian.

‘Yes. It’s not exactly Military.’

‘You could keep it on,’ he said. ‘I like the idea of you wearing the formal Military uniform on top, while underneath you’re …’

I giggled. ‘It’s me that has a thing about you wearing a uniform, Fian, not the other way around.’

‘I think I got corrupted.’

‘I think you’re trying to make me laugh to stop me panicking.’

We put on our uniforms, and attached our Military lookups. I thought Fian looked impressively professional. I was less convinced about myself, but I didn’t have time to stand around worrying about it.

On our way down to face the Eden dig teams, I checked Earth Rolling News, and found it alternating between replaying Colonel Torrek’s speech and showing a Military vid. This showed the Military fighters and the Earth Africa solar array guarding the sphere, the combined menacing effect making it look outnumbered and insignificant. I felt people would find it very reassuring, at least until they remembered Earth was in the middle of a solar storm at the moment, so the fighters weren’t actually up there.

I paused just outside the entrance to the main hall. My grandmother, Colonel Jarra Tell Morrath, had commanded several Planet First teams. She’d died before I was born, so I’d never met her, but I imagined her now, picturing her as calm and confident as Colonel Torrek. I was her Honour Child, and I could do this. I had to do this.