Shalia's Diary (10 page)

That got Dusa and Esak snorting with suppressed amusement.  Nayun chuckled.  “That must have been an interesting experiment to watch.”

I smacked myself on the forehead.  “Mom!  She’s been in the rec room all this time!”  I’d just been talking about her, yet I’d somehow forgotten I’d left her there.

Nayun shook his head, giving me his long-suffering parental look.  “We brought her back two hours ago.  She’s already asleep.”

I squirmed under his gaze.  Gosh, he does the disappointed father act so well.  “Sorry.  I got so caught up talking that I completely lost track of time.”

“We will wish you a goodnight, Shalia,” Dusa said.  He and Esak bowed.

“Just a moment,” Nayun said.  “Are you and your Nobek scheduled for detail tomorrow, Dramok Dusa?”

“It will be our first full day of relaxation since we got here,” Dusa said.  He and Esak had planned to stop by to play me some lemanthev recordings.  I was already trying to come up with polite comments to say about how unique and interesting I found it.

Nayun’s brow creased.  “I hadn’t realized you hadn’t had full days off yet.  I hate to give you an assignment, but Shalia is being released tomorrow.  She and her mother will need assistance moving to their new quarters.”  He shook his head and waved his hand at them.  “Don’t worry about it.  I’m sure we can spare some orderlies—”

“We’ll be glad to help Shalia and Matara Eve relocate.”  Dusa and Esak exchanged pleased looks.

“That would be most helpful.”  Nayun seemed relieved.  “We had several injured Earthers brought in this evening, and we’re a little shorthanded right now.”

Esak frowned.  “I heard there was a major incident.  Two Earther groups were battling each other for supplies, if my information is correct.”

Nayun nodded.  “And none of those that are conscious are happy to be here.”

Call me self-centered, but I was more interested in the news I was being sprung than hearing about stupid gangs trying to kill each other.  “So I’m all better?”

Nayun smiled.  “You still need to take it easy for a few more days, but yes, you are well on the road to recovery.  I need your bed, so I’m kicking you out.”

I grinned.  “You can’t kick me if I’m running.  Those walls are closing in on me.”

“I know.  As soon as you’re up tomorrow, I’ll tell you where your quarters are located.  Your mother should still keep to the schedule we’ve established for her, however.”

I have no problem with that.  Mom seems pretty happy doing her thing.

Meanwhile, I’ve slept way too late and dawdled over my breakfast far too long as I get all this down.  I need to get dressed and call my boys to get our few belongings moved.  I don’t feel too bad about Dusa and Esak spending their day off helping me out either.  After all, most of our stuff consists of dozens of balls of yarn, and that’s my young Dramok friend’s fault. 

September 12 (later)

Another interesting day with new developments.  I’d better start from the beginning.

First of all came the move.  Mom was doing her usual routine at invalid daycare, which kept her out of the way.  I was so ready to get out of Medical with all the antiseptic smells and my claustrophobic room.  But when Dr. Nayun stopped in to say goodbye, I was suddenly all weepy and stupid.  I’m going to miss seeing the big guy every day, even if he is a bit too much of a nanny.  It really was like losing a dad again.

“Shalia,” he said quietly, his big hand rubbing my back as he comforted me.  “I’ll be checking on you each day for the next week to make sure you’re all right.  You can always stop in for  a visit too.”

“I know,” I blubbered.  “But you saved my life.  I’ll never be able to thank you enough for that.”

He smiled and pressed his warm palm to my cheek.  “Seeing you healthy again is all the thanks I could wish for.  Now don’t forget to get plenty of rest.  Today, let Dusa and Esak do all the lifting and setting up.  Make sure you stay hydrated...”

Etcetera, etcetera.  I hope he has another patient or two to baby like he has me.  The poor man is probably lost without someone to hover over.

Nayun left too soon, incredibly busy again now that they have those two gangs to mend.  There are a bunch of Nobeks in the medical building presently to keep the would-be troublemakers under guard.  I’ve asked what will happen to the gang members, but no one is really saying anything for sure.  Apparently, they’re too violent to be sent to the colonies, but no one wants to put them in a Kalquorian prison either.  The matter is being turned over to the Galactic Council, which is ultimately in charge of the survivors of Earth.

Dusa and Esak showed up to take me and my meager belongings to the new quarters Mom and I will share.  One of the Academy’s scattered dorms is where we’ll be making our temporary home.  There are only a dozen other people in the building I’ll be living in, other Earthers friendly to Kalquorians. 

“We keep friendly Earthers separate from the rest of the population.  That way we can visit without getting any of you ostracized from the greater number,” Dusa told me in the small shuttle that took me from Medical to the dorm.  It’s too far for me to walk in my condition.  I was relieved to hear a shuttle would pick Mom up every morning and drop her off each evening.  That certainly makes things easy.

“It’s too bad so few recognize the good you’re trying to do,” I said. 

“It does make things difficult.  Earthers are more likely to run from us than accept help.”

“That sounds like someone I know.”  I grinned at Dusa.

He laughed.  “I would never wish illness on any of you to get you to come in, even though it does make things easier.”

The dorm isn’t bad.  It’s kind of like a mid-price motel room.  It consists of two double beds, a desk and chair, a small table with chairs that we could eat meals at if we didn’t go to the dining hall, a closet, and a bathroom.  It’s enough for me, Mom, and her yarn.

“The shuttle service that will take you to the dining hall and Medical is on this schedule,” Esak told me, bringing up a list of amenities on the new handheld I’d been provided.  “Emergency contact can be accessed by pressing this button.  As long as you have the handheld on you, you can be tracked by our monitoring system.”

“That’s kind of creepy,” I said.  Electronic stalking.  I felt like a dog on a leash.

“Your whereabouts are only accessed to keep you safe,” Dusa said.  “You’re not a prisoner, Shalia.”

“Yeah, I get it.”  It was still freaky.  That brought a thought to the forefront.  “So I could just walk out of here at any point?  Leave the Academy grounds?”

Esak gave me one of his probing stares.  “There are patrols around the perimeter and vid surveillance.  You can leave, but you’ll have to check out for our records and your own welfare.”

“Where would you go?” Dusa asked.  “There’s nothing but starvation, sickness, and danger out there.  Ultimately, you cannot stay on this planet and live.”

I shrugged.  “I have nowhere to go.  It’s just good knowing I could leave if I really wanted to.  Otherwise, this would feel like a prison.”

Dusa scowled, but Esak nodded with an understanding expression.  “I can only imagine the strain of your position, Matara.  I too would be suspicious, given the circumstances.”

“Many Earthers are suspicious.  They are badly frightened, and we have no idea how to alleviate that.”

Startled by the unfamiliar voice, I gasped and turned to the door that led outside, left open because of the rules that stated no Earth woman could be left alone with a single Kalquorian or his clanmates.  A big man ... a really big Kalquorian ... stood there.

Dusa and Esak bowed.  My young Dramok said, “Greetings, Commander Nang.”

“Good day, Dramok Dusa, Nobek Esak.  May I come in, Matara Shalia?”

I blinked.  I had no idea who this guy was, but apparently my friends did.  So I said, “Sure.”  I wondered how he knew my name.

He entered the little room, having to duck just a bit to get through the doorway.  Given that the standard height of a doorway is over six-and-a-half feet, that meant the guy was around seven feet tall.  I’d never seen anyone so big.

Dusa took care of the introductions.  “Matara Shalia, this is site commander Dramok Nang.  He’s in charge of the rescue operations in this area.”

I almost stuck my hand out to shake from sheer habit, but instinctual fear kept me from doing that.  It’s not that Nang looked mean or anything; it was just that he was so damned large.  He overwhelmed me.

He looked to be in his early 40’s.  His face was lined though his body had that muscular build of the typical Kalquorian.  His was a handsome face, with years of experience etched into it and a scar that went from one corner of his mouth to the bottom of his chin.  His look was a far cry from the open innocence of Dusa.  Even the ever-guarded Esak appeared to be a teenager next to this guy.  Nang looked like he could be a real hardass.

So I didn’t offer a handshake.  I settled for, “A pleasure to meet you, Commander Nang.”

He bowed deeply to me.  “I am happy to make your acquaintance.  May I?”  He motioned to one of the chairs at the dining table.

“Yeah, fine.”  If he was having a seat, that meant he planned to stay for at least a few minutes.  I sat down too, but on the opposite side of the table.  No way I was going to sit right next to him.  His size really intimidated me.

Nang smiled pleasantly, and I relaxed a little.  He had a nice smile.  He wasn’t nearly as frightening with that expression on his face. 

“I’ve been looking for an Earther who can help me with the problems of distrust between your people and mine,” he started.  “I had sent out instructions for anyone on my staff who met such an Earther to bring him or her to my attention.  This morning, Dusa indicated he thought you might have the knowledge and skills for such an assignment.”

I looked over my shoulder at Dusa, who brightly smiled at me as if he’d done something I should praise him for.  It was all I could do to not scowl.

I turned back to Nang.  “I’m not sure I follow you, Commander.  I’m not an ambassador or anyone of particular note to my people.  I just make films.  Made films,” I corrected myself.

He leaned towards me, folding his arms on the table between us.  “Exactly.  You made propaganda vids that helped move your people to follow their government and to accept your leaders’ dictates, no matter how unpalatable.  You know your people’s psychology.  You know how they think.  That is exactly what I need.”

“To do what?”  I could have cared less about how well the aliens had treated me.  I had no intentions of producing vids for this man, citing what good guys the Kalquorians really were or how we should all flock to Kalquor to bear their children.  Some other Earther would find a blaster and kill me in an instant for treason.  If I was lucky.

“I need you to talk to my men.  They have no idea how to approach Earthers without frightening them.  There have been instances in which interactions between our races here on the grounds have resulted in the women feeling they are being approached ... inappropriately.”  Nang reddened.

“You mean, they think they’re being pressured to have sex,” I said.  A mean part of me liked to see such a big man squirm. 

“Exactly.  When I go over the incidents with the accuser and accused, the stories match up.  But what we Kalquorians see as attempts to care for Earther women’s needs, they view as improper.”

“So what do you want me to do?” I asked, trying to get a firm grip on his request.  “Make a vid?  Go around talking to your subordinates?”

Nang smiled wider, his expression hedging into real hope since I wasn’t refusing outright.  “I was thinking a live presentation to as many of my men as possible.  The presentation would allow Kalquorians to ask you questions on the spot if they are confused about a particular issue.  We could also vid record it to make sure everyone assigned here who missed it sees it.”