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Spinneret
Timothy Zahn

Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

A Biography of Timothy Zahn

Prologue

H
IS ONLY REGRET, CAPTAIN
Carl Stewart thought as he stood on the bridge of America's first starship, was that there was no bottle of champagne available to smash against the U.S.S.
Aurora's
side.

The ceremony would have been impractical, of course, even if the State Department had cleared it. In the airless cold of space, the bottle would have required special preparation to keep it from either freezing solid or exploding prematurely, and that kind of reinforcement might easily have kept it from breaking properly and on cue. With the launching ceremony being beamed live to the entire planet—and the 2016 elections barely ten months away—no one wanted to risk that kind of fiasco. Still, the sea and its traditions ran four generations deep in Stewart's blood, and it seemed wrong somehow to leave home without a proper christening.

The drone from the TV monitor stopped; Stewart brought his attention back to the screen in time to see President Allerton lay a hand on the switch by his podium. “Stand ready,” he ordered, watching the image. An unnecessary command; the
Aurora's
crew had been ready for hours.

“… and with all of our hopes, prayers, and dreams riding with you, we send you forth to search out the new frontier; to find new worlds, new opportunities, new solutions; to reinvigorate and challenge the human race again to greatness. Godspeed,
Aurora.”
With a final flourish heavenward, Allerton threw the switch—

And five thousand kilometers above him, the spotlights attached to the workframe scaffolding blazed with light, providing the TV cameras with their first clear view of the
Aurora.

Stewart gave the dramatic moment a count of five, and then nodded to his helmsman. “Ease her out, Mr. Bailey,” he ordered. “Mind you don't wing the
Pathfinder
on the way.”

Bailey grinned. “Aye, sir,” he said. Slowly, moving on its cold-nitrogen docking jets, the
Aurora
left the workframe's snug confines. It passed well clear of the
Pathfinder's
work-frame—Stewart noticed peripherally their nearly completed sister ship flashing its running lights in salute—and drifted off toward the barely visible horizon of the dark world rolling beneath them. “Lot of lights showing down there,” Reger, the navigator, commented.

“Lot of people down there to use them,” Stewart grunted. And the scientists with their fancy telescopes and theories had better be right, he added silently to himself; there had better
be
more planets out there for the
Aurora
to find.

“Clear for shift,” Bailey announced, looking over at Stewart. “Course vector less than five-second deviation.”

“Acknowledged,” Stewart nodded, putting his fears for Earth's survival out of his mind. “Make it good for the cameras, Mr. Bailey:
shift!”

And with a flash of sheet-lightning discharge through every viewport and vision sensor, the stars vanished into the absolute black of hyperspace. Next stop, Alpha Centauri.

Mankind was on its way.

“It certainly has every reason to be Earthlike,” astrophysicist Hashimoto commented, his stubby fingers dancing lithely over the readout screen. “Position should give reasonable temperature, size is within a few percent of Earth's, and we're getting a strong oxygen reading even at this distance.”

Stewart nodded, refusing to get his hopes up too high. In the six systems
Aurora
had so far visited, there'd already been one false alarm. “We'll continue on course; that should get us close enough for better readings. If a landing seems warranted—”

“Captain!” Bailey barked, his voice tight and a half octave above normal. “Something on the screen—moving fast!”

Stewart spun around in his chair … and froze. Coming out from behind the crescent of their target planet was a slowly moving star. Seconds later it was joined by a second … and a third.

Spacecraft!

“I'll be damned,” Hashimoto gasped.

Stewart found his tongue.
“Shift,
Bailey. To hell with alignment—we can get back on course later.”

“Wait a second,” Hashimoto said—but with a flash the planet and moving stars vanished. “Captain!”

“As you were,
Mr.
Hashimoto,” Stewart snapped, leaning on the title to remind the scientist of his temporary military position. “My orders are explicit on this point: in case of contact with nonhumans, I am to run if at all possible.”

“But an
alien race.”
Hashimoto was clearly in no mood to back down. “Think of the opportunities, the—”

“The
Aurora
is equipped for neither battle nor negotiation,” Stewart interrupted him. “The diplomats can follow us once we've made our report; I hardly think the aliens will disappear in the next two months. I suggest you start analyzing the data we picked up and see if you can figure out just how Earthlike that planet really was. We'll want to know how interested the aliens are likely to be in
our
real estate before we make contact again.”

Hashimoto's glare slipped into a thoughtful grimace; nodding, he left the bridge.

Stewart turned back to the gentle light of the displays, silently mouthing a word he'd once heard a Marine drill sergeant use. So life
did
exist out here … and if it existed so close to Sol, it must be pretty common, to boot. Perhaps a whole interstellar federation was sitting virtually on mankind's doorstep—a cosmic club whose members could finally give humanity the answers it so desperately needed.

It wasn't until much later that the other possible consequence of the “cosmic club” occurred to him.

The hiss of the landing jets died into a ringing silence in Captain Lawrence Radford's ears. Popping the release on his harness, he carefully rose to his feet, feeling awkward after three weeks of the
Pathfinder's
zero-gee. “Start prelaunch check,” he ordered the shuttle's pilot. “And get the atmosphere tester going, too.”

“Yes, sir.”

Stepping around his chair, Radford made his way to the airlock door, where the rest of the landing party was assembling. “Looks beautiful, Captain,” Lieutenant Sherman smiled, reaching up to fasten Radford's helmet to his suit neck. “With all that green out there, it
has
to be running on chlorophyll.”

“We'll find out soon enough.” Carefully, refusing to rush, Radford completed his pre-EVA suit check. Then, giving the rest of the team a thumbs-up gesture, he stepped into the airlock. A ninety-second eternity later, the outer door snicked open … and Captain Radford of the U.S.S.
Pathfinder
stepped out onto mankind's first colony world.

He'd thought a lot about this moment, and he was ready. “In the name of—” He stopped short, the words dying in his throat.

“Captain?” Sherman's voice asked tentatively.

“All outside cameras on,” Radford ordered quietly, wondering if the words would be audible over the thunder of his heart. The alien who had risen from the waist-high grass fifteen meters away was holding an oddly shaped metal device … and if it wasn't pointed directly at Radford, it wasn't off by very much.

“Uh-oh,” someone muttered. “Captain—we're surrounded.”

“Acknowledged,” Radford said. “Kyle, are you getting all this?”

“Perfectly,” the clipped voice of the
Pathfinder's
first officer said. “We're on full alert; no sign of spacecraft up here.”

“Yet,” Radford said tensely. The aliens—he could see four more, now, in backup array behind the first one—were definitely wearing clothing of some sort, and the devices they held were identical enough to have been mass produced. No primitives, these—and the fact that the
Pathfinder
had spotted no traces of widespread civilization from orbit strongly suggested the aliens were themselves visitors here. “All right. I'm going to try backing into the airlock. We'll lift as soon as I'm aboard. Kyle, get the ship ready to shift.”

“We'll be ready by the time you're back.”

“Make sure you're ready before that,” Radford said, “because if any alien spacecraft appear, you're to take off immediately. We're expendable; the information you've got isn't.”

“Yes, sir.” Kyle didn't sound very happy with the situation.

Radford wasn't especially thrilled with it either; but as it happened, the necessity for heroic self-sacrifice never arose. The aliens watched impassively as Radford eased back through the door; the shuttle regained orbit without anything like fighter aircraft appearing; and all screens were still clear as the
Pathfinder
shifted into hyperspace.

“Damn rotten luck,” Kyle growled as they reviewed the films of the aliens later, “The place was absolutely perfect.”

“We don't know that for sure,” Radford reminded him. “Anyway, finding out man isn't alone in the universe is at least as important as finding new planets to colonize.”

“If
they're friendly, you mean.”

“If they're not, at least they don't know where we came from.” Radford touched the rewind control. “Cheer up, Kyle—chances are good we'll find something else before we head home. And even if we don't, either the
Aurora
or the
Celeritas
is almost certain to.”

“Maybe.”

“Beautiful.” Mario Civardi smiled at the planet centered in the telescope display. “Simply beautiful.”

Captain Curt Korczak suppressed his own smile at the Italian's exuberance, which echoed his own, more private feelings. The European Space Agency had taken a lot of knocks for the delays that had enabled the Americans to launch their two ships first; but the
Celeritas
had just paid back the skeptics, with interest. A brand-new world, where mankind could start over again with a clean slate. No pollution, no acid rain, no. overpopulation, no nationalistic posturing. It was almost like getting into Eden again.

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