Timeweb Trilogy Omnibus (156 page)

On the command bridge of the HibAdu flagship, an Adurian officer touched pressure pads on the weapon-control box to fire the high-energy space cannons. A tremendous volley went out, but from the wrong weapons, at the rear of the ship.

“You idiots!” Coreq shouted. “What are you doing?” He saw HibAdu war-pods behind his vessel explode into orange flowers of light, and other ships taking evasive action.

“Sir, we did everything right,” the officer insisted. He pointed. “Look, the panel is showing that we fired the forward cannons.”

“I accept no excuses,” the High Ruler said. With one powerful hand, he reached out and broke the officer’s neck.

From his hiding place behind the instrument console, Ipsy heard officers chattering nervously, saying they didn’t know what was wrong, and they still had other ships going after the target. The little robot wished he could do more to stop those attacks, and to destroy the rest of the HibAdu fleet. But at least he had made a difference.

Ipsy realized that he could become a casualty of war with this now defenseless ship, or he might be discovered in his place of concealment. It shouldn’t matter to him one way or the other. Based on the commotion he was hearing out on the bridge, he knew he had made a difference.

But he wanted to do something even bigger. Perhaps he could discover a way.…

* * * * *

After looking across space for only a few seconds, Noah had shifted focus to his immediate surroundings, and he watched the unfolding battle, the confusion in the attack force and the ships from the rear coming around to the front to take up the assault.

Moments later, he saw HibAdu energy bursts bounce off the skins of the cocoon-linked podships. The approaching Liberator fleet fired back, hitting three lab-pods and blowing them apart. But other enemy ships continued to advance and fire. Noah felt the cocoon weaken, as podships on one side of the space station envelope were injured by the powerful blasts.

Suddenly everything turned brilliant green around Noah, but he knew it was not from an explosion, or from being sucked into the timehole. He blinked his eyes, and EcoStation—with its Aopoddae cocoon—was somewhere else.

Of his own volition, Noah had split space to take a podway shortcut that still existed, despite the decline of the galactic infrastructure. And almost instantaneously, his cocoon emerged from space inside the serene cosmic mists of the starcloud. All around he felt the telepathic probings of Tulyan citizens, some of whom had stronger telepathic powers than others. They probed, and he felt the psychic power of mindlink mounting, as if to attack and destroy the intruder.

Inside the Aopoddae skin around the space station, Noah heard the voices of Tulyan pilots and Liberator fighters who were in the honeycomb of passages and chambers. He heard Thinker talking to Eshaz as they hurried through a dimly-illuminated passageway on foot, and he determined that Eshaz was responding to the telepathic probes of his people, telling them that the cocoon structure did not threaten them, or the starcloud.

Oddly, Noah felt simple, almost primitive thoughts mixed with his more complex ruminations.
Eshaz is my friend. Let him through. And Thinker, too.

With this thought Noah caused a new passageway to open up near the Tulyan and the cerebral robot, allowing them to leave the membrane and enter the space station. Then Noah sent his own clairvoyant signals to Eshaz, guiding him through the modules to his armored chamber.

Around him Noah sensed that the Tulyan probes had faded and that their mindlink weaponry had subsided. The starcloud defenders would not attack. In their own way, the Tulyans had determined the identity of the unusual intruder in their starcloud, and no longer considered it a threat.

Noah also knew what was occurring over Yaree. He could not predict the outcome, but using Timeweb he watched from afar, frustrated that he could not contribute to the fight.…

* * * * *

At the vanguard of the Liberator ships, Tesh threw
Webdancer
into the battle first. At their weapons ports, Doge Anton’s crew fired space cannons, ion guns, and energy detonators at the HibAdus, as did the other ships in his fleet. In only a few minutes the HibAdus realized they were outgunned and outmaneuvered, and they fell back, trying to save their lab-pods for another day.

But Doge Anton ordered pursuit, and his podships chased and killed hundreds of enemy vessels. Even though they were only going after lab-pods, the Liberator pilots each reported feeling a jolt in the bodies of their own podships when each kill was made. It seemed to be a sympathetic psychic reaction experienced by the Aopoddae. Tesh felt this herself from her connection, but pressed onward. The Liberator podships suffered even in victory, but continued to cooperate with their pilots and crews.…

Hearing Eshaz and Thinker at the door, Noah let them in. “Give me a moment,” Noah said as they entered.

In his mind’s eye, Noah saw the waning battle,
experienced
all of it. And even before the fighting was complete and the remaining HibAdu ships had fled into space, he watched Tulyan caretaker ships take positions over the timehole. Perched there, the Tulyans dropped exploding packets into the opening and murmured their ancient incantations.

Gradually the cosmic hole became smaller and smaller, and presently it was no longer there.

Chapter Fifty-Eight

In the case of Noah Watanabe, the known rules of cellular physiology do not apply.

—Excerpt from CorpOne medical report

“You are something even more unusual now, aren’t you?” Eshaz stood over Noah, looking down at him with slitted, pale gray eyes.

“Some realities are not fact or science based,” Thinker said, standing beside the Tulyan. “Master Noah, increasingly, I must place information about you into my alternate data banks.”

Noah clasped one of Eshaz’s oversized hands, then reached over and patted his robotic companion on one of his metal shoulders. “My friends, it is good to see both of you. Very good, indeed. We have won a great victory at Yaree. It is the beginning of the end for the HibAdus.”

The reptilian man and the robot just stood there, looking at him.

“Well of course I’m different now,” Noah said. “Everyone is different from moment to moment. That’s true of each of you as well. Even you, Thinker, with your changing data banks.”

“Your skin is metamorphosing, isn’t it?” Eshaz said. “I sensed something once when I touched your shirt fabric. It was on one of your arms.” He squinted his slitted eyes, thinking back. “Your left arm. Through Tesh’s connection with
Webdancer
and the other podships, I learned from her that she actually felt rough skin under the sleeve on your left arm. Would you like to show it to us?”

“For what purpose?”

“You must trust us,” Eshaz said. “Perhaps we can help you.”

Noah hesitated, trying to maintain some personal space around himself. Then he sighed, and said, “All right, my friends.”

He stripped down to his shorts. All of the skin on his muscular body—with the exception of the neck, head, and hands—had turned gray, with deep veins of black coursing in several directions. “What am I becoming?” Noah asked. “A podship?”

“Accessing alternate data banks,” Thinker said, blinking his metal-lidded eyes. Orange lights flashed around his faceplate.

“How did you fly the space station to the starcloud?” Eshaz asked.

“Mmmm. Basically, I envisioned it, and it happened. Beyond that, I’m not sure.”

“Interesting,” the Tulyan said. Looking around the armored room, he said, “This is your sectoid chamber, then, and from here you control the amalgamated podships?”

Noah grew quiet for a moment, and heard the faint pulse of the cocooned Aopoddae. From this room, he was not in physical contact with their amalgamated flesh, but he was in touch with it in a different manner, and he cared deeply about the creatures. Through the link, he satisfied himself that the injured podships were beginning to heal, benefiting from their connection to their brethren, and from a connection they had with Timeweb.

Finally, Noah answered the question. “This is not a sectoid chamber at all. I just happened to be here when during the battle and the flight.”

“But the podships have cocooned you for a reason,” Eshaz said. “To protect you, obviously.”

“Supposedly I am immortal, and if that’s true I should not need protecting.” Then, remembering another vision he had in which his body tumbled free of the space station into a timehole, he said, “Perhaps you are right after all. They do offer me some protection. A great deal, actually. I think they enhance my mental abilities, as well. I feel more focused here, calmer and more centered. The podships actually trust me now, Eshaz!”

“Processing new data,” the cerebral robot said. “Remarkable information.”

“Knock it off, Thinker,” Noah said, as he put his clothes back on. “You don’t have to announce that you are processing data in order to do it.”

The metal-lidded eyes blinked quickly. “No, but I am feeling great excitement and astonishment at what is occurring around me. Programmed emotions, to be certain, but I want to be part of the discussion, sharing the joy of the moment with you. A great victory over the HibAdus and a new journey for Master Noah. Truly, these are epic times!”

Smiling, Noah said, “I recall making you the official historian of the Guardians, and the trustee of my life story. OK, my metal friend, process away.”

Meeting Eshaz’s gaze, Noah then said, “Everything that occurs here goes beyond this room, doesn’t it?”

“Not necessarily,” Eshaz said.

“With Thinker here, your answer seems easy to comprehend. If I instruct him to do so, he will bury the data somewhere. It could still be subject to detection by an expert investigating his data banks, but if any robot can successfully hide the information it is this one. You are not the same, though, Eshaz. You are linked to all Tulyans and to the Aopoddae.”

The reptilian man straightened. “Nonetheless, there are methods of concealing information from the truthing touch and from every other probe. What do you command of me, Master Noah?”

And what do you command of me, Master Noah?” Thinker said.

“If I wanted either of you to maintain confidentiality about me, I might
request
it, not command it. However, I see no way to keep the secret. It will get out eventually, because the podships cocooning me are linked to other podships, and in turn to their Tulyan pilots. Also to the one Parvii pilot, Tesh. No, it would get out anyway. And maybe it should.”

“We would do anything for you, Master Noah,” Thinker said.

“I know you would, and I appreciate that.” Noah finished dressing, and then said, “Lead the way, Eshaz. We must discuss the situation with the Council of Elders.”

“They asked me to tell you that is not necessary. Earlier, they were linked to you telepathically, and they obtained all the information about you that they needed. For the moment, anyway.”

“Very well. I suppose I can let them know I’m turning into a podman later.”

“With their probative powers they probably already know that,” Eshaz said, “but to make certain, I’ll let them know on your behalf. First Elder Kre’n also asked me to tell you that she actually permitted your cocoon to enter the starcloud in the first place. Our strongest minds—including her—detected your imminent approach, and opened the way for you.”

“Then why did they subject me to such intense scrutiny when I arrived?’

“For extra security purposes.”

“Can’t hurt, I guess.”

Eshaz scratched his side. “The First Elder agrees with you that EcoStation can be an important symbol for the Liberators, and for you as an eco-warrior. It could become a symbol of resistance, inspiring the people of various galactic races.”

These remarks only reminded Noah of his own limitations, and of his need to remain humble and respectful during all exchanges with the powerful Tulyan leaders.

“Please be sure to tell them we have a lot of bodies onboard,” Noah said. “I’d like the authorization to hold a burial ceremony somewhere in the starcloud.”

* * * * *

The Council of Elders gave permission for Noah to conduct services on the smallest of their three planets, in a flower-filled mountain meadow. The morning after Noah’s arrival, they provided transport ships to carry the mourners, along with more than twelve hundred bodies, to the destination.

As Noah boarded one of the ships and it pulled away from the cocoon, he felt a mounting panic, and considered asking the pilot to turn around and take him back. A sensation of dizziness came over him, and he felt weakness in the muscles of his legs, so that he had to hold onto a high railing for support when he stood—even though the flight through the mists was quite smooth.

“Are you all right, Master Noah?” It was Eshaz, reaching out to steady him by the arm. Thinker and Subi Danvar were there, too.

“I’m fine,” Noah said. As he had grown accustomed to doing, Noah wore clothing that completely covered the changes in his skin. This time, it was a green-and-brown Guardian uniform and cap.

Gradually, Noah felt a little better. But he came to suspect that it was only a stabilizing effect, and that he had to get used to feeling weaker away from the cocoon. How far he could journey from the amalgamated pods, he didn’t know. But he sensed a supportive, healing power here in the starcloud that gave him assurance that he could proceed with the burial ceremony.

When Noah disembarked on the high meadow, walking carefully, he said to Subi, “I am told that you are doing a terrific job in your duties with the fleet. While my Guardians have been merged into the Liberator force, I want you to oversee them in my place, whenever necessary. It seems that I am becoming rather occupied with other matters.”

“Yes, Master Noah, I will do that for you, until you are ready to resume your duties. I know how close the Guardians are to your heart.”

“Thank you.”

On the meadow grass, the entire Council of Elders greeted Noah, dressed in elegant black-and-gold robes. “I’m glad we are able to accommodate your desires,” Kre’n said. She shook his hand.