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Authors: L. K. Rigel

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She couldn’t talk to Mike. He wasn’t one to ponder mysteries. One time they’d all gone out, and after much food and wine the discussion took a philosophical turn. Why are we here, what happens when you die kind of stuff. When Sky asked Mike why he was so quiet, he said it was all boring and pointless.

Char missed Sky. She wanted Jake. But she had Mike. The only person she might ever talk to again, and he’d surely think she was insane.

The only one she ever talked to again—or anything else.

Creepy. Mike had been her sister’s lover, but what would happen if he and Char were stuck here together for the rest of their short lives? She wasn’t going to think about that. If the
 
Space Junque
 
was gone, then they had to find another shuttle capable of returning to the planet.

To Corcovado, according to Asherah.
Holy Corcovado will be spared Samael’s fire.
Holy Corcovado. The gods must have a sense of humor.

The shades locked on another sunflower, this one whole. The ship it decorated was intact and moving. Char peeked over the shades and couldn’t see the craft with her bare eyes. The data report in the shades’ lower corner said the ship was forty-two minutes away. No immediate threat.

She pressed the capture button and tried saving the data in the agronomist’s compad, projecting the information onto its screen. Success. The compad absorbed the text and she touched the save button. It was her compad now. The poor agronomist had gone down to a conference in Redmond. He wouldn’t be returning.

She resumed the search through the debris. After three dead bodies she wanted to stop, but she and Mike needed to know what was out there.

The shades found two ships stuck together like animals copulating in a wildlife documentary. Char’s stomach turned as she focused a clearer picture. One had attacked the other, and looters in spacesuits were transferring booty into their open hold.

That’s why Mike worried about drawing attention to the annex.

She turned her head. The device attempted to grab a few dissipating clouds, then shot all the way through to movement on the planet surface like brown flowing water topped with white foam. But that wasn’t foam on water. The white was tip feathers of birds’ wings.

Raptors.

She tinkered with the slider. A phalanx of gigantic bald eagles raced low along the ground in two-by-two formation approaching a cluster of trees. The pair at the head separated from the column. Each raptor was bigger than the Malibu.

The lead birds dove into the trees, and animals streamed from cover in all directions. The eagles broke formation to scoop up their prey.

Not animals. Human beings. Dangling from talons like rag dolls. Char tore the shades off and rubbed her eyes while her vision readjusted.
 
Shibadeh.
 

Enough for now. She fingered the half heart pendant, glad Sky never had to see this. Char stuck the compad in her pocket and headed out to find Mike. As she expected, he was in the docking bay sitting in the Mikemobile. It struck her that in his note he’d called it the orbit runner. Toning down his ego maybe.

The bubble canopy was closed and she couldn’t hear, but it looked like he was speaking with someone. He ran his hands through his hair in a gesture of frustration and popped the canopy. With athletic grace, he grabbed a handhold and swung himself down to the floor.

He saw Char and started to wave, then gave her a quizzical look. When he got closer, she sensed that something had gone terribly wrong—though what was left to go wrong?

“It’s a crazy time to start taking pharmaceuticals,” he said.

“Yeah, I’d say so.” Cripes, what did that mean? “Who were you talking to?”

“No one.”

He was lying, she was sure of it.

He must have picked up her skepticism. He added, “I was using the subnet. It’s ultra-encrypted.
 
Tesla
 
developed it to communicate outside the hearing of their corporate monitors. Not even Garrick knows about the subnet.” He scoffed. “I might be the only one left who does. And now you.”

He sat down beside her. A worry line she’d never seen before made a groove between his eyebrows. His eyes were red. She was sure he’d been crying.

“I was scanning the chatter on the surface.” He reached for her hand. “Char, the Emperor is dead. The DOGs blew his shuttle out of the air before it even broke atmosphere.”

Did it matter? In a day or two, there might be no empire.

“The entire official family was on board.” His voice cracked, and like a forlorn child he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder.

“Oh, Mike. I’m sorry.” She patted his back, embarrassed by her lack of sympathy. “There must have been people you cared about on that flight.”

Mike seemed to truly care about the Emperor, though Jake detested the guy.

“It’s worse than that, Char. The V has gone down just like the Imperial station.”

Jake.
 
Char’s heart turned to stone.

“It went down over China. I haven’t been able to find Jake or Rani. No signal from the
 
Space Junque
.”

Jake and Rani gone. And the
 
Space Junque.
 
They truly were alone and quite possibly marooned. Mike shuddered in her arms.

“You told me you all grew up together,” she said.

“Their mothers were Imperial concubines in New Melbourne. They lived in the same compound and hired my mother to tutor Jake and Rani. They were my only real family.”

“Was Rani born … like that?”

“No. It happened when she was twelve. Her hair fell out and her eyes changed. We all tried to protect her, tried to keep the Emperor from learning that he’d fathered a mutant. But at court secrets are worth more than pure water. Someone told, hoping to gain favor.”

“Politics.”

“Of course then the rumors flew. Rani’s mother must have slept with another man. She was a traitor. When the assassins came, Jake saved Rani, but…”

“But what?”

“They murdered Rani’s mother. And mine.”

“Oh, Mike. I never knew.” The hint of cold malice in Mike’s voice was so faint, Char wondered if she imagined it. She smoothed the worry line between his eyebrows. “That’s horrible.”

“She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. A peasant in a knight’s path.”

“Rani went into hiding?”

“In Reynaldo’s household, if you can believe it. His wife was alive then. Years later, when the Emperor was in Corcovado, he saw that Rani hadn’t gone ghost and she was gorgeous. I arranged for him to acknowledge her.”

“Mike, that’s wonderful.”

“It was something I could do. I’m not a brave man, Char, but I’m great with a legal clause. It solved two problems. First, the Emperor is—
was
 
a petty man and afraid of his corporate masters. Especially Garrick. But he wasn’t cruel. He never wanted Rani killed—or anyone.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

“Second, this was a great coup for him as far as mutant relations. For the first time, there was official acknowledgement that not all mutation ends in ghosting.”

Mike looked up at Char with a mock sad expression. “I’m hurt that you don’t remember. Ah, that’s right. You don’t pay attention to politics. You thought I was a low-level clerk in Identifications.”

“Oh, no. Mid-level, at least.”

It felt good to laugh. Mike wasn’t so bad. He was a hero, in his way.

He sat up. As they disentangled from each other, somehow his lips brushed against her cheek. She meant to turn her face the other away, but her lips accidentally touched his lips. They froze in that position for a moment, then he really kissed her.

She didn’t stop him.

He wrapped his arms around her. Char knew his muscles were enhanced, but the massive embrace felt wonderful all the same. “Sky—“

What? “Oh,
 
shib
!” What was she doing? She extracted herself and ran for the corridor.

“Wait! I was going to say Sky would have been happy for us!”

She probably would have been, but that didn’t matter. This was all wrong.

Mike nearly caught up with her when the docking alarm went off. The door between control room and airlock closed and the docking bay door cracked open.

“DOGs!” Char whirled around to face the docking bay. “Get to the blankets.”

It was too late. They should have been watching the control console. The docking bay was already full open, and a shuttle zipped in and landed neatly beside the Mikemobile.

“Mike, stop!” Char burst out laughing and crying at the same time. She pulled Mike away from the controls. “It’s them. It’s the
 
Space Junque.

Surely the orbital runner hadn’t made so much noise. But then the Mikemobile was tiny compared to Jake’s
 
Junque
. At last the all-clear light signaled that there was sufficient air, and the galley lift descended from the cockpit.

Why had she kissed Mike? He stood close behind her. She could feel him watching her watch the
 
Junque
.

At the first glimpse of Jake’s boots, she let out a relieved sigh. This was no apparition. He was alive and human, holding onto the hand of a child. He gave Char an odd look, then smiled and shook his head as if she’d done something strange.

She thought he was going to jump down before the platform landed and come to her, but his eyes dulled and he held back. At the same time, she felt Mike’s hand on her shoulder. Jake hit the knob on the galley lift that released the cargo bay’s loading ramp
.
 
He didn’t see her step away from Mike’s touch.

The girl had blood-red hair with silver blazes at her temples. Char felt queasy. She knew that color. The color of Asherah’s hair. The girl’s eyes lit up. She leapt off the platform. “My sister!” In raptures, she ran and threw her arms around Char’s waist.

Char had always found children obnoxious and demanding or meek and depressing. This attitude was a flaw in her character, and she always felt vaguely guilty in their presence.

This one was irritatingly enthusiastic. “My sister!” she said again.

Rani came down the cargo ramp, a towering Amazon followed by five more young girls. When the girls saw Char, their eyes widened. Rani shared a look with Jake then asked the girl hugging Char, “What is this about, Durga?”

“What?” Char threw up her hands in exasperation, looking to Jake for an explanation.

“Exactly,” Jake said. “What did you do to your hair, Meadowlark?”

“Asherah did it.” The girl stepped back, preternaturally self-confident. “Asherah said I would soon meet my sister.”

Shibadeh.
 
A chill ran down Char’s spine. She pulled a strand of her hair in front of her eyes. It was the bright red color of blood when it first hits the light, before it mixes with air and darkens. The same color as the girl Durga’s. The same as the goddess’s.

Durga hugged Char again. “Asherah told me I would have many sisters, and I would know them by her mark.”

DOGs Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Data Links
 

“DOGs don’t need no stinkin’ data links.” Jake mimicked a classic holofilm. “They’ll breach the hull and salvage what they can. We have to get off the annex.”

No argument against that. Char had already seen it happen. “And go where?”

“Corcovado,” Mike said.

“Not Corcovado.” Rani had murder in her voice.

Char didn’t blame her. Corcovado meant Reynaldo and Geraldo. After the one meeting in the Blue Marble, Char would be happy if she never saw them again. Unfortunately, the goddess had other ideas.

“I can’t stand the ‘aldos myself,” Jake said. “But outside of their presence, I hear the air is breathable in Corcovado.”

Mike dropped the subject and the administrator in him took over. “Char, can you and Rani deal with the crops?” He turned to Durga. “Run and get the others to come help. They can sleep later.”

“Not the matriarch,” Durga said.

“Not the matriarch,” Mike agreed.

Durga ran to the back of the
 
Junque
, barking out orders before she was half way up the loading ramp.

“I should discharge the electric blankets so the DOGs can’t have them,” Mike said. “Jake, the energy drive in the com center pulls from the photovoltaic net. We can use it to recharge the
 
Junque
 
while we’re in orbit.”

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