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Anne McCaffrey - Acorna 1 Unicorn Girl

Anne Mccaffrey - Acorna 1 Unicorn Girl

Preface

The space-time coordinate system they used has no relationship to Earth, our sun, the

Milky Way, or any other point of reference we could use to find our way around, and in any

coordinate system we use, they're so far off the edge of the chart that nobody has ever con-

templated going there, even with the proton drive. So let's just say that they were somewhere

between the far side of nowhere and the near side of here when their time and space ran out,

and what started as a pleasure cruise ship turned into a death chamber. They are like us in

many ways besides appearance. They didn't want to die if they could possibly avoid it; if they

couldn't live, then at least they wanted to die with dignity and peace instead of in a Khievii tor-

ture cell; and they would happily have thrown away life, dignity and everything else to save

their youngling, who didn't even know what was about to happen to them. And they had time

to talk; what amounted to several hours by our reckoning, while the Khievii ship closed in on

the little cruiser that had run out of places to flee to.

"We could offer to surrender if they'd spare her," she said, looking at the net where their

youngling curled asleep. It was a mercy that she slept so well; she talked well enough that

they'd have had trouble disguising their meaning from her if she were awake.

"They make no terms," he said. "They never have."

"Why do they hate us so?"

"I don't know that they do hate," he said. "Nobody knows what they feel. They are not like

us, and we can't ascribe our emotions to them. All we know? is what they do."

And they both fell silent for a while, unwilling to speak of what the Khievii did to prisoners

of other races. No one had ever survived capture by the Khievii, but the images of what

happened after capture were broadcast by the Khievii, in full three-D reproduction, with sound

and color. Was it a calculated ploy to terrorize, or simply a display of triumph, as members of

a more humanoid race might display the enemy's flag or captured ships? No one knew, be-

cause the same things had happened to the diplomat-linguists who went under sign of peace

to make a treaty with the Khievii.

"Cruel ..." she breathed after a long while •watching their sleeping child.

"Their only mercy," he said, "is that they have already let us know to expect no mercy. It

won't happen to us, because we won't be alive when they reach here."

Since the third broadcast of Khievii prisoner torture, shortly after the beginning of -what

history might know as the Khievii Invasion, no ship of their people had gone anywhere without

certain necessary supplies. The only prisoners taken were those caught away from a ship or

without time to use those supplies. The others were always far beyond the reach of pain when

the Khievii caught up with their bodies.

"But I don't like to go without striking even one blow," he said, "so I have made certain

modifications to our engines. There are some privileges to being director of Weapons Devel-

opment; this system is so recently designed that even the Fleet has not yet been fitted with it."

His hands were not quite as flexible as ours, but the fingers worked well enough to key in

the commands that would activate those modifications; commands too dangerous to be activ-

ated by the usual voice-control system.

"When anything of a mass equal to or greater than ours approaches within this radius," he

told her, pointing at the glowing sphere that now surrounded their ship in the display field, "the

dimensional space around us both will warp, change, decompose until all the matter within

this sphere is compressed to a single point. They will never know what happened to us or to

their own boarding craft." His lips tightened. "We've learned that they don't fear death; per-

haps a mystery will frighten them somewhat more."

"What happens to the space around us when the compression effect is triggered?"

"No one knows. It's not something you'd want to test planet side or from a close observa-

tion point. All we know is that whatever exists within the sphere is destroyed as if it had never

been."

She said nothing, but looked at the baby. The pupils of her eyes narrowed to vertical slits.

"It won't hurt her," he said gently, seeing and understanding her grief. "We'll take the

abaanye now, and give her some in her bottle. I'll have to wake her to feed her, but she'll go

to sleep afterwards and so will -we. That's all it is, you know: going to sleep."

"I don't mind for us," she said, --which was a lie, but a loving one. "But she is just begin-

ning to live. Isn't there some way "we could give her a chance? If we cast her out in a survival

pod - "

"If we did it now, they'd see and intercept it," he said. "Do you want to think about -what

would happen then?"

"Then do it when the ship explodes!" she cried. "Do it when we're all dying! Can't you rig

those controls to eject the pod just before they reach the radius, so that they won't have a

chance to change course and take her?"

"For what? So that she can spend her last hours alone and scared in a survival pod? Bet-

ter to let her go to sleep here in your arms and never wake up."

"Give her enough to make her sleep, yes," she said. She could almost feel her wits be-

coming sharper in these last moments. "Make her sleep for more hours than the pod has air.

If only she -were old enough to ... well, she isn't and that's that. If the air runs out, she'll die

without waking. But some of our people might find her first. They might have heard our last

distress signals. They might be looking. Give her that chance!"

She held the baby and fed her the bitter abaanye mixed with sweetened milk to make it

palatable, and rocked her in her arms, and kissed her face and hands and soft tummy and

little kicking feet until the kicking slowly stopped, and the baby gurgled once and breathed

deeply in and out,

and then lay quite limp and barely breathing in her mother s arms.

"Do you have to put her in the pod now?" she cried when he stooped over them. "Let me

hold her a little longer-just a little longer."

"I won't take the abaanye until I see her safely stowed," he said. "I've programmed the

ship to launch the pod as close to the time of detonation as I dare." Too close, he thought,

really;

the pod -would almost certainly be within the radius when the Khievii approached, to be

destroyed with them in the explosive transformation of local space. But there was no need to

tell her that. He would let her drink the abaanye and go to sleep believing that their baby had

that one chance of living.

She willed her pupils to widen into an expression of calm content while he was closing the

pod and arming it to eject on command.

"Is all complete?" she asked when he finished........

Yes.

She managed a smile, and handed him a tube of sparkling red liquid. "I've mixed a very

special drink for us," she said. "Most of it is the same vintage as the -wine we drank on our

vows-day."

He loved her more in that moment, it seemed to him, than ever he had in the days when

they thought they had long years of life together before them.

"Then let us renew our vows," he said.

At first Gill assumed it was just another bit of space debris, winking as it turned around its

own axis and sending bright flashes of reflected light down where they were placing the cable

around AS-6-4-B1.3. But something about it seemed wrong to him, and he raised the ques-

tion when they were back inside the Khedive.

"It is too bright to have been in space very long," Rafik pointed out. His slender brown fin-

gers danced over the console before him; he read half a dozen screens at once and trans-

lated their glowing, multicolored lines into voice commands to the external sensor system.

"What d'you mean, too bright?" Gill demanded. "Stars are bright, and most of them have

been around a good while."

Rafik's black brows lifted and he nodded at Calum.

"But the sensors tell us this is metal, and too smooth," Calum said. "As usual, you're think-

ing with the Viking-ancestor part of what we laughingly refer to as your brain, Declan Giloglie

the Third. Would it not be pitted from minor collisions if it had been in this asteroid belt more

than a matter of hours? And if it has not been in this part of space for more than a few hours,

where did it come from?"

"Conundrums, is it? I'll leave the solving of them to you," Gill said with good humor. "I am

but a simple metallurgic engineer, a horny-handed son of the soil."

"More like a son of the asteroidal regolith," Rafik suggested. "Not that this particular aster-

oid offers much; we're going to have to break up the surface with the auger before there's any

point in lowering the magnetic rake . . . Ah! Got a fix on it." An oval shape, regularly indented

along one edge, appeared on the central screen. "Now what can the sensors tell us about this

little mystery? "

"It looks like a pea pod," Gill said.

"It does that," Calum agreed. "The question is, what sort of peas, and do we want to har-

vest them, or send them gently on their way? There've not been any recent diplomatic dis-

agreements in this sector, have there?"

"None that would inspire the placing of mines," Gill said, "and that's not like any space

mine I ever saw. Besides, only an idiot would send a space mine floating into an asteroid belt

where there's no telling what might set it off and whose side might be worst injured."

"High intelligence," Rafik murmured, "is not inevitably an attribute of those who pursue dip-

lomacy by other means . . . close reading," he commanded the console. "All bandwidths . . .

well, well. Interesting."

"What?"

"Unless I'm mistaken . . ." Rafik paused. "Names of the Three Prophets! I must be mis-

taken. It's not large enough . . . and there's no scheduled traffic through this sector . . . Calum,

what do you make of these sensor readings?"

Calum leaned over the panel. His sandy lashes blinked several times, rapidly, as he ab-

sorbed and interpreted the changing colors of the display. "You're not mistaken," he said.

"Would you two kindly share the great insight?" Gill demanded.

Calum straightened and looked up at Gill. "Your peas," he said, "are alive. And given the

size of the pod-too small for any recycling lifesupport system-the signal it's broadcasting can

only be a distress call, though it's like no code I've ever heard before."

"Can we capture it?"

"We'll have to, shan't we? Let's hope-ah, good. I don't recognize the alloy, but it's definitely

ferrous. The magnetic attractors should be able to latch on-easy, now," Rafik admonished the

machinery he was setting in action, "we don't want to jostle it, do we? Contents fragile.

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