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***

"Can I do that again, real slow?"

Rael's brain ping ponged between an arch
Can you?
to a demanding
You'd better!
She managed to fumble out a "Yes."

***

The bacon made a good lunch. And with great reluctance, she headed home.
One damn it all. I'm going to have to report all of this . . . maybe if I get really detailed and long winded about Earth, I can skate past the more personal parts.

And then the doctors are going to dissect me.

Chapter Forty-two
Late Summer 1399
Some Earth, Somewhere

 

 

Rior tracked the wizards through the Calgary gate, and then down to a party in Denver. As usual, they were doing their patriotic best to spread their genes across the multiverse. Aided by that wine, some long lasting orgasm spells, plus a compulsion that would have the women strongly inclined to go ahead with an otherwise insane pregnancy.

What was this drive to reproduce? Mind you, the sex was fun. And no doubt the few children he'd partially engendered on the witches were superior, or would be when they were grown. But by the One, there was no need for Rior to display a male ego. He didn't need children.

While the wizards sobered up, he toured museums and studied jewelry stores. They might was well pick up a few salable goods while in town.

Mirk and Fidel had taken the hex potions. Rior had carefully interfered with the multiple hair color spells, but left one each operable, changing the men's hair color. Blond Mirk was now a reddish brown, and blond-gone-gray Fidel was back to blond and much younger looking. The female-to-male spell he'd analyzed carefully. Very interesting. Several other spells seemed determined to make them edgy and paranoid, and he unraveled them as well. And he studied very carefully the three spells that were inserting themselves into their X and Y chromosomes. Two of them slugging it out for the position on the X chromosome, and there was one for the Y. It was disturbing to see. Looking deeply at himself, in a way he never had before, he saw the two X chromosome genes had inserted themselves in place of a gene neither of the men had in about half his cells. The One Gene? He shuddered to think that he might have lost it completely, but it seems to have stopped before the substitution was complete. He let the spells run three weeks in the two nobles then unraveled both spells. The Y chromosome spell had already completed its job and ended itself.

More spells to keep. It was not that different from microelectronics, when you got right down to it. He detoured to the University, and the University Bookstore. Biochemistry and genetic texts, for the advanced classes. If he ever returned to the One World he was going to have a whole new specialty. But he really doubted that he would return. At least, not to work there.

I need to alter those spells to insert the One power gene. Talk about a money making proposition! Seven billion multitude and natives in the Empire. Charge them a hundred rials each to become Of the One . . .

In any case, with a bit more training, the four of them ought to be able to do anything the Wizards could do, and possibly even the witches.

The witches. Now there was an interesting problem. Betelgeuse had spent a lot of the spring in the fast room, and delivered a baby girl with the help of a midwife Smokey had fetched from Comet Fall. Jade's advancement hadn't made much of a difference, still plenty of cat fights. But the witches had started putting their babies in no time bubbles long term, and started using the haploid spell. So perhaps they could hold the line at . . . how many children were there, now? Thirty? More? At least there were a lot less than that 'out' at any given time.

He finished his list of places to rob on the way out of town and checked the sobering progress of his henchmen. Mag was in bed with a woman, and Rior took her away. "Sleep, Mag. Busy night starting in five hours." Mag, all of them, actually, had picked up that damned peasant rapist's spells. They were laid on with greater delicacy, but also greater effect. The dreamy woman rubbed against him in her dazed sexual fantasy, and with a shrug Rior took her back to his room. She embraced him with dreamy enthusiasm and Rior paid her back by practicing with her genes, and the genetics of the baby she was about to conceive. He gave her a bit of that wine and watched the results with fascination. The woman had no magical genes at all. The wine's ribozymes were sorting sperm and chose one of Mag's. It was pulled into the ova, but rather than fertilizing it, most of the woman's chromosomes were destroyed and the sperm's substituted. He watched as the maternal imprinting was copied. And then the new egg was fertilized in the normal way by as different but as powerful a sperm as was available –one of Rior's. Fascinating.
Or should that be horrifying?

"One! Did I just screw Mag at one remove?" The woman didn't answer, of course, she was deep into some fantasy.

Mag's wizard X chromosome, Rior's X with the invasive witch gene. He'd have to check on her baby in fifteen years or so.

Just about time to go. He led her dreamily back to Mag's room to dress and be sent off to wake up in fifteen minutes, find her car, drive home, delighted to be an expectant mother.

Eighteen jewelry stores later they explored the Denver Mint and decided the alloy coins weren't worth carrying away. They picked up what they needed to restock their alcohol supplies at home, ducked into a corridor to Calgary and then through the gate.

"It's a very interesting world, lots of potential. We should put up a corridor to another city. Or perhaps move that end of the one that's there. Keep Mag from going back and getting into more trouble in same place. Honestly, how many women does that man have children by?"

Falchion glowered. Shrugged. "I'll move it next week. Might as well give him a new city to debauch."

"I was thinking more of stopping him. Actually, another cover business might not be a bad idea. Let me know when you move it, I'll take a look around."

Chapter Forty-three
29 July 2234 BN
Earth Bogota Nuke

 

 

Unfortunately it appeared that Rivolti had been marooned. The only information they got from him was his use of the name Rior. Xen had wrinkled his nose and said it was a One World style name, but of the female form. Then they let him touch a blood sample and confirmed that the person had two X chromosomes. The four Law Enforcement Officers who had been temporarily marooned had all been debriefed on everything in excruciating detail. Including the goats.

Or perhaps especially the goats. They were tested for drugs, and their eyewitness accounts dismissed as hallucinations. Until Xen demonstrated on lab rats, turning them into extra small purple bunny rabbits.

It still took a day of the various policemen and scientists petting and poking the critters before they slowly edged toward acceptance of . . . weirdness.

"So, one out of twenty-seven isn't Fallen. What a relief." Xen had sighed. "Of course the sex change and all just screams Fallen magic, so no doubt we'll get the blame for him or her as well. I wonder if he's actually the Rior I've encountered?"

Xen and Hanger went over the mansion in careful detail. All Xen found was what he called a 'zero-time bubble', of the same stuff as corridors, apparently they could be used for storage. The Combat group had stored Charles Duchane. He looked pretty good for his reported sixty-nine years of age, cheerfully informing them that marriage was good for a man, and had they seen his wife, Smokey? The Feds took him off for medical tests.

Then Xen sat down and made corridors and storage bubbles for the baffled scientists. Eventually they shifted the gate. Xen was able to knock this end loose and reattached it a hundred miles south in a secure location. The diplomacy started in earnest as the rumors and news leaks turned into press releases and economic opportunities.

Once mining companies—and other countries—grasped the concept of 'Empty Worlds' there was no stopping them. Q, with a collection of her understudies, came through and opened permanent gates to eighteen Empty Worlds in three weeks.

Hanger sent his resume back to Xen with her, and was hired immediately. Albrecht was one of three agents assigned to Disco by the Feds.

Chapter Forty-four
Late Summer 1399
Embassy

 

 

They wandered for days, an idyllic existence, with few anxieties or worries. Mantigo had no idea how many days, it didn't seem the least bit important. But from high vistas, he could see the lights of the small town, down there.

And it was clear that he was going to remain a goat unless he got help.

For better or worse, it was time to face the people down there who had changed them.

He led the way down slowly, as various goats followed along, or lost their nerve and fled again.

What the hell he was going to do . . . How was he going to communicate with those terrifying people?

A man spotted them. Frowned, then turned and walked away.

Mantigo edged cautiously closer to the boundary between wild grasslands and civilized lawn. A man walked toward them, quiet and steady.

"I can change you back."

Mantigo fought his goaty instincts and managed to nod, and not run as the man walked closer, and made a motion with his hand. He nose dived into the ground as his back legs grew, ouch, ouch he swore he could feel the bones crunching and his head hurt, his teeth were aching and he had hands, not goaty hooves. He felt his face. A human face.

"Oh good, that's very very good. Thank you thank you thank you. Wow. I can think again." People were surrounding them now, a foggy barrier beyond them.

"I figured you lot would appreciate a bit of privacy, we'll see about some clothes in a minute." The voice was feminine, and he looked up at The Girl.

"I thought we killed you." He blurted.

"No, but you did try really hard. We're discussing the matter with your government."

An older man walked out of the fog with a pile of clothes. T-shirts and sweatpants.

Mantigo stepped into the pants and pulled a shirt over his head and down. "I sort of missed the aftermath of that stupidity. What, umm, how many . . . ?"

"Your task force managed to kill fifty-three civilians. I think all of you Earthers are alive, but you've been running around on hooves for three months."

"Bet that was interesting to explain to the diplomats. How many of us are still out there being goats?"

The Girl stepped over and handed another pair of pants to a mortified Lieutenant Chang.

Mantigo ran a hand through his hair. Definitely needed a haircut.

"Once you seven are off the roll, there will be about a dozen still missing." She nodded toward a man with a comp in his hands. "Do the name, rank, and serial number thing, please."

"Montigo, Karl. Captain, United Earth Army. 54968573527."

"Gottcha. Welcome back to humanity. Boy, do they want you. I just got pop ups from all over." He raised his eyebrows. "Says here the ambassador and the personnel coordinator are on their way and that we are not allowed to ask you anything."

"Right. Great. The next couple of weeks should be a blast."

"Ah, you're this captain they've been foaming at the mouth about?" The Girl finished handing out clothes and walked back.

"Umm. Yes?"

"Right. Good luck Captain. Here's the ambassador, etc."

The ambassador looked him up and down. "Captain Mantigo?"

"Yes, sir."
I think the time for monosyllabic replies has arrived.

"Right. Well. I'm Jacob Montgomery, Ambassador to Embassy. This is Sam Jenkins, he is coordinating the return of personnel."

"Mr. Montgomery, Mr. Jenkins, a pleasure."
Dear god, please go away and leave me alone. Eating grass all day was wonderfully peaceful.

"Well, come along. We have a lot of questions for you."

The ambassador glared at The Girl, but turned and walked away with no more commentary.

Mantigo eyed the other man. "What does a personnel coordinator do?"

"In this case, I try to find all the lost soldiers from our ill-conceived and much orphaned attempt to intimidate a bunch of stubborn miners."

"How many are missing?"

"Just eleven now. No doubt my job will be ended soon. That few Missing In Action, Presumed Dead is not too bad, under the circumstances."

"One can only hope they didn't wind up barbequed somewhere." Mantigo remembered a conversation ages ago.

Jenkins shot a glance his way. "That possibility has been considered."

The Earth Embassy was a generic glass tower. He followed the ambassador through the door and was arrested immediately.

"On what charges?"

"War Crimes. Crimes against Humanity. And more specifically, fifty-three counts of murder. Two counts of failure to follow orders. Do you have anything to say?"

"I want a lawyer."

For his lawyer, he made a statement, as exact as he could recall, of everything that had happened before he was turned into a goat.

Apparently everything he said contradicted Captain Ghadir's account of the battle. He listened to the tapes of the radio traffic, and suggested they do some voice analysis to check who was speaking when.

"Your vocal cords have been changed to a goat's, and then back. No one's voice prints are close enough for legal certainty."

"And fifty some troops didn't know who was ordering them to shoot?"

"Captain Ghadir was new to this platoon. Very few could possibly recognize his voice."

"My drivers and gunners know mine. Try them. In fact analyze all the sentences, and see who said what, even if you just have to give them letters until you figure out how who's who."

"I suppose that is possible."

"In fact, do they have the complete raw radio logs? They should be separated by channel. Some Captain Ghadir had access to that I did not. My channel to my ride's crew is the only one of mine that he couldn't access, well, wouldn't access specifically in the ordinary course of things. He'd give me orders and I'd do the track-by-track specifics. In fact . . . I didn't hear the order to open fire on the shooters in the building, nor to shoot down the road. Only Track One, his ride, opened fire. Check the other track crews, see if they received those orders. Then get those voice analyses on all the communications, it ought to be clear who gave what orders."

"But you did give an order to shoot?"

"Specifically, the person—that girl—who was attacking the troops. She was a legitimate military target."

"Hmm. I'll get on this."

The joys of electronics were such that they sped everything enormously. His lawyer produced his dress uniform. The first hearing resulted in the dropping of all except three charges. His lawyer mentioned that Captain Ghadir had been arrested for perjury.

The Court Martial was quite brief. He admitted ordering his gunner to shoot a member of the Dimensional Security forces, specifically Director of Research Quail Quicksilver. As she was at that time engaged in actions against the UE forces, he considered his response reasonable, and that on the charge of attempted murder of a civilian he was innocent. Failing to follow his orders? He had, as ordered, driven through the gate. At that point the situation had changed drastically, rendering the remaining orders . . . impossible. Failing to carry out a direct order from Captain Ghadir? His lawyer pointed out that he had simply delayed to suggest a non-lethal alternative, and that charging him with both shooting and failing to shoot Director Quicksilver was a bit contradictory. The trio of judges conferred. At one point they glanced at the observers from Comet Fall, a grey haired Colonel Wacolm and the middle-aged blonde woman, Captain Parsons. They still returned a not guilty verdict on all charges.

He walked from there straight to the hearings on the actions of his command. That judge looked bilious, and all the evidence had been given already. Mantigo squeezed in beside Chang, who gave his rank tabs a visual check, then grinned.

They were arguing points of law. Blaming a misunderstanding of the ordered non-lethal show of force. Arguing whether there had been a legitimate military need to raze the buildings targeted, and whether the Geneva Conventions applied on a world that had had no indigenous population when the Earth discovered it over a century in the past.
So the government owns the planet entirely, and can erect or remove buildings at will? Yeah, sure, but not while there are people in them. Which, quite apart from the reason—a show of force—was the crime. In my opinion.

Not that anyone asked his opinion. But most of the points were addressed.

 

In the end only a few specific soldiers were indicted. The remainder cleared of all charges.

Down at the podium, the paperwork was completed, and court adjourned. The clerks descended on them with paperwork, so to speak, it was all electronic at this point.

"Right. Now the question is, who do I report to, where'd all my stuff get to since I've been missing for months, and . . . what the hell do I do now?"

"We already worked through all that. What you do is report into your old command, request barracks space and delivery of your stored goods, which are god knows where. But since your lawyer obviously got them out to find your dress uniform, someone will know."

Mantigo nodded. "Right. And just how poisonously did they look at you when you reported?"

Chang grinned. "Very. I've been looking for an apartment but didn't want to commit before the hearing. I suppose I might as well wait and see what my new orders are, right?"

"That sounds like a good plan."

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