Timeweb Trilogy Omnibus (150 page)

Many of the gray-brown native plants had proved to be either poisonous or impossible to eat, either because of their stringy texture or bitter flavors. But a number of greenish roots were moderately tasty when cooked, and some of the plants could be ground up and dried to create seasonings. They also found an area of soft stones near the pool of water where Lorenzo often sat to read the
Scienscroll
, stones that could be scraped and mashed into fine particles that were the equivalent of salt. Oddly, they found no animal life at all, not even insects or creatures crawling in the soil. It was, to a degree, a sterile environment for everything except plants, which gave them pause and put them constantly on the alert for poisons in their food and drink.

The pool of water contained organic and mineral contaminants, but after digging several test holes into the subterranean rivers, they found water that proved drinkable without boiling or other treatment.

In this environment Lorenzo only proved his inadequacies. Though he didn’t mind getting dirty, he did not display any skills or knowledge to help the group. He was just
there
, and often in the way. Among the soldiers, only Eden Rista and Kenjie Ishop seemed to kowtow to him. Both worked on the food—Rista doing the tests and Ishop the preparation and cooking. The others did as the fussy merchant prince ordered, but Pimyt had heard them grumbling about it privately, when Lorenzo was out of earshot.

Like a broken holorecording, Lorenzo had been complaining about the limited menu, and insisted that the Red Berets bring in something new every day for analysis and testing. Each afternoon, he would await their return from the jungle, and would ask, in an edgy voice, “What did you find for me today? Anything interesting?” And the plant or mineral would go to Rista to look it over and perform tests on it.

Even with the discomforts and annoyances, the group was getting by. Ishop even had a talent for music, and had constructed a stringed instrument that sounded surprisingly good, using plant fibers for strings and a hollowed-out tuber root for the sounding box. Ishop was a nice enough fellow. He’d even learned the words of an old Hibbil ballad from Pimyt, and sang it passably well.

But for Pimyt that had only been to pass the time. Essentially, he had been treading water, waiting for someone to come and rescue them. He wished he knew what was happening on the war front. Whatever it was, his own contribution had disappeared altogether. The HibAdu leaders had probably already forgotten about him, after only a few weeks. Even before that, Pimyt’s sphere of influence had been shrinking, and now amounted to essentially nothing.

Originally he had been brought into the HibAdu conspiracy because of his closeness to the merchant prince leader, Doge Lorenzo. Pimyt had accompanied Lorenzo after his fall from political power, when Lorenzo still had considerable influence as a wealthy merchant prince. But now, neither Pimyt nor Lorenzo had any power at all. They only had this tiny group of fourteen survivors, with no hopes or prospects for the future. There weren’t even any females here. They could only die off in this forgotten place, one by one.

Pimyt grinned ferally as a recurring thought surfaced. He could make things more pleasurable around here anyway. At least for a time. He didn’t think he could face one more meal without meat protein.

The night before, they had all gotten drunk on an alcoholic beverage that one of the soldiers had brewed using roots and brown berries. The liquid had been a sickly color, but had tasted reasonably good, especially after a few drinks of it. His companions were sleeping it off now. After losing a bet to Pimyt about who could drink the most, Lorenzo had stumbled out of the shuttle and announced that he was going to sleep “somewhere else.” No one could talk him out of it, so one of the soldiers, Kenjie Ishop, had helped the former doge construct a makeshift bed at the edge of the jungle. Then Ishop and the others had gone back inside the shuttle, where they all slept on thin mats or on the hard deck.

Reaching the clearing, Pimyt saw the shuttle. The silvery craft sat silently, with no lights on inside or activity visible through the portholes or front windshield. Moisture dripped down the windows and the solar array that the crew had left open.

Perhaps a hundred meters away, the Hibbil found Lorenzo sleeping on the ground, on a makeshift bed of branches and broad leaves, snoring loudly.

The furry little man crept closer, and stared down at the once-powerful merchant prince. ‘Lorenzo the Great’ was nothing now, would never see his former trappings of power and wealth. Like the other Humans, Lorenzo had a scruffy, dirty beard. His clothes were damp, but he was too stupidly drunk to have noticed.

Humans are such ugly creatures
, Pimyt thought. Personally, he had always preferred the fat, fleshy meat of Mutatis. Human meat was tougher, chewier, and too sweet. But this time it would have to do.

The little Hibbil moved closer.

Hearing a noise, Lorenzo awakened. He looked around and sat up. “Whah? What am I doing out here?”

“You insisted on sleeping outside,” Pimyt said. He felt the hunger mounting inside, and knew his red eyes must be glowing brightly, like hot little coals in his face. He narrowed the eyelids to slits. Saliva built up in his mouth.

“I did?” The ex-doge shivered, and tried to stand. But his legs buckled under him.

Plopping back down on the leafy bed, he said, “Look what my life has become. At one time I ruled the vast Human universe and dispatched merchant ships to the farthest reaches of my realm. I was wealthy beyond belief. Now I am trapped on the most remote, worthless planet imaginable. It’s all your fault, you know, Pimyt.”

The eye slits widened. “No, it isn’t. Anyway, fault is a meaningless word that doesn’t matter out here. In this place there are no rules, no conditions, no social mores or niceties.”

For the first time, Lorenzo seemed to notice Pimyt’s face. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Fear crept over the Human’s face.

To the Hibbil, it didn’t matter what the fallen man was saying. Pimyt’s eyes had taken on an untamed cast and he no longer thought of being a Royal Attaché, a member of the HibAdu Coalition, or anything like that. He thought only of satisfying his hunger.

With a sudden move, the Hibbil bared his sharp teeth and lunged for Lorenzo’s white, wrinkled throat, taking the Human down and tearing into his flesh. It happened so quickly that the hapless prey hardly had time to emit a squeal.

On all fours, Pimyt fed on the corpse, and felt great. Then his teeth struck something hard and foreign, causing him to examine what it was. Clothing had been no obstacle, he’d just shredded his way through it and swallowed. But not this. Holding the object in one hand, he saw it was a dermex in a small padded case. Inside the case, he saw a vial of red fluid that looked like Human blood. Interesting. He would get to that later. For now, he was enjoying the flesh.

At a noise, he paused and looked toward the shuttle, with blood and tissue dripping from his furry chin.

One of the Red Beret soldiers awakened, then went to the main hatch and looked out. Confused at the sight of a Hibbil in a feeding frenzy, he hesitated for a moment too long. With inhuman speed and strength, Pimyt bolted toward him and attacked, then surged inside and killed the sleeping or awakening soldiers one after the other before they could get their weapons, before they knew what was happening to them. It helped him that they’d been drinking an alcoholic concoction the night before, which made them groggy and slow.

He ripped all of them apart and tasted their meat … one sample after the other. Though not the finest quality of flesh, organs, and bones, it was perhaps the best meal he’d ever had. He had been so hungry!

When he reached his fill, he considered what to do next, and then remembered the vial of red fluid by the body of Lorenzo. Covered in blood, he bounded out of the shuttle and across the clearing.

Examining the dermex and the vial, Pimyt wondered why Lorenzo had been carrying these things with him. Opening the top of the vial, he sniffed. It had definite elements of Human blood, but had a color that was more like wine. He didn’t see any purpose in wondering why Lorenzo had it.

Tossing the dermex aside, Pimyt swallowed the vial’s contents.
Delicious!
It was like a fine aperitif after a big meal.

Then, sitting on the ground beside the corpse, he was pleased to see carrion birds circling overhead. So, there were living creatures on this planet after all, and they’d come out of their places of concealment.

The clever Hibbil started to think about laying traps for them, using pieces of the corpses as bait.

A sudden swoon came over him, as from lightheadedness, and he felt fire coursing through the veins of his body, energizing him.
Fantastic!
His pleasure mounted.

He heard a loud crashing. Without warning, the shuttle tumbled over and vanished. Green light came from a hole in the ground, giving an eerie cast to the foggy air.

Eh?
Intensely curious, Pimyt went over to look down into the hole. With nothing to lose, he didn’t feel any fear. As the blood-soaked Hibbil stood on the edge, he rubbed his full belly and looked down into a chasm so deep that he didn’t think it had a bottom.

Drawn by a sudden compulsion, he inched closer to the edge, then lost his footing and tumbled into the hole. Through the green light he plunged, into an abyss that gave him a feeling of euphoria. But gradually something seemed to change, and he had the distinct sensation that he was going in the other direction, back the way he had just come. How could that be? Moments later, he realized he was right, as he vaulted out of the hole and over the encampment where he’d slaughtered Lorenzo and the others.

Soon he left all that behind as well, and found himself drifting slowly through a vast, starry universe. Inexplicably, he could breathe out there. The green light had faded entirely, but there was a faint, colorless illumination source in this place. He saw something ahead. Drifting toward it, Pimyt was amazed to see the faces of Princess Meghina and four of her immortal companions, floating in space. Three women and two men.

At first the Hibbil could not make out the bodies of the people, only their huge, out-of-scale faces. As moments passed the visages began to bend, as if they were on banners fluttering in a breeze, and their features became distorted.

Then Pimyt saw their bodies, stygian black and barely discernible—immense, multilegged creatures coming toward him with bizarre Human faces. He tried to scream in terror, but in the void he heard no sound.

Silently, ominously, they closed in on him.…

Chapter Fifty-Two

In conquering almost every Human and Mutati world, the HibAdus used a nasty trick—which we figured out by checking and rechecking all remaining parts that the Hibbils made for us when we thought they were our allies. And there it was: a tiny, ingeniously designed computer chip that functioned perfectly during testing but didn’t hold up to further scrutiny. In the midst of battle, the chip detected the presence of attacking HibAdu warships, which in turn instantly shut down the firing mechanisms of the defenders’ artillery pieces. If undiscovered, we Liberators would have met the same fate in our first big engagement. Now, let the enemy wonder if we have spotted their ruse.

—General Nirella del Velli, speech to her officers

From a military perspective, Doge Anton and General Nirella did not consider the loss of Dij entirely bad. Their feelings had nothing to do with any past enmity toward shapeshifters. Rather, they were pleased that Hari’Adab had managed to locate a large number of Mutati warships, soldiers, and military supplies around the former Mutati Sector, and that he had returned safely with a much more powerful force than he had when he left.

Now Anton and Nirella sat inside a gourd-shaped officers’ yacht as its robot pilot guided them slowly through the moorage basin containing the newly arrived podships. A number of the sentient vessels disgorged conventional Mutati craft, which were going into moorage and defensive positions around the larger ships. In times past, seeing so many of these Mutati vessels would have been cause for alarm. But not now. Humans and Mutatis—along with Tulyans—were in alliance against the most deadly enemy any of them had ever faced.

The yacht took a position on the perimeter of the moorage basin. Then, at a signal from General Nirella, hundreds of podships separated from the others, forming a procession heading out to space. This was the first wave of them.

Within the hour, three hundred podships—a small portion of the force that had been allocated to the Mutati leader—would depart for Siriki on a new assignment—at the request of Emir Hari’Adab. The new operation would be under joint Human and Mutati command, and the shapeshifter Emir was being permitted to accompany them, so that he could personally check on the welfare of his lady friend, Parais d’Olor. A disturbing report from the Sirikan back country suggested that she could be in grave physical danger.

The lead ship accelerated with Hari’Adab aboard, and in a bright burst of green it was the first to vanish into the cosmic web. The others followed, and in tight military precision one split space every three seconds.…

* * * * *

With two passengers aboard, the dark bird beat its wings rhythmically, and lifted slowly into the air. Holding onto the mane of feathers behind Parais’s neck, Dux thought she was slightly smaller now, but not that much. She seemed stronger, but he heard her wheezing as she exerted herself.

In the midday sky, gray clouds sagged above them, as if pregnant with water and about to release their contents. So far, though, Dux felt no moisture in the air, just a warm updraft. It was not a comforting warmth, though, coming as it did from the lava-flooded valley and woodlands below, the remote area where he, Acey, and their grandmother had spent many happy years. Now it was fast disappearing. Here and there some of the homesteads on higher ground held out, but gradually all of them were being inundated. Dux hoped that some people were able to escape, and he felt considerable survivor’s guilt for having gotten away himself.