“I swear. If you let me live, I’ll make sure you get whatever you want.”
The sounds of a fire fight renewing with vigour came from the hall behind him, and as though by reflex, Beaudric pulled the trigger. The first round tore through the ten year old body. Hampon screamed and held his side, curled up on the ground. The pain was obvious, but it subsided quickly. His young clone body had been augmented with framework technology, and it repaired the first wound. “Please!” shouted Hampon, raising his head. The next round caught him full in the face, and Beaudric held down the trigger.
When the defence broke through and put the man down in a hail of rounds, it was too late. Beaudric had rendered himself defenceless, emptying his weapon on Hampon, he never had a chance. When Eve finally arrived in the pulpit chamber, she was filled with loss, regret, and anger. The gore in the room was worse than anywhere else. The Child Prophet and his servant’s bodies were reduced to nothing. The frameworks were similarly devastated. It was how you killed something that could store copies of its thoughts and knowledge across its entire body. How you ensured that the flesh and metal machine wouldn’t regenerate when you turned your back.
“Is there anything left?” Eve asked the weeping, shocked soldiers and medical personnel that had flooded the room. “Anything?” she screamed, snatching a high sensitivity scanner from a medic. It was already tuned to Hampon’s DNA, and, while she found plenty around, she couldn’t find a sign of working framework technology. The electromagnetic rounds had done their job, leaving all that life saving technology inert. She turned away from the sight of the Child Prophet’s corpse, or what was left of it, and caught sight of something just in the upper edge of the scanner’s range.
Eve held it out in front of her and got a full reading. There was another large collection of biological materials with the same DNA. She tried to look at it using her connection to the ship systems and failed. Where those compartments were concerned, she was completely blind. “Here!” she shouted, grabbing the nearest soldier. “You are going to take me right here!”
“That’s a restricted area, I’m sorry.”
“Look around you, you idiot! Your Prophet is dead! My children will be arriving hours from now, who do you think will have the power then?” She screamed in his face. “Who will be telling them to keep you alert while they flay you alive?”
Wordlessly, the soldier led the way to an express car she’d never seen, that travelled along a high speed track she’d never sensed. At the end they came to a white circular substation. It was another control room for the entire Regent Galactic fleet, with five visible floors overlooking the central chamber. Hundreds of technicians, security people and support staff looked at her from the railings that encircled the chamber.
Upon the dais in the centre was a tall seat, the source of the DNA that brought her there. It turned towards her, revealing a sickly, emaciated man. He had lost his leg half way up the femur, and it was capped with a transparent device that circulated blood as though it was a part of him. His hips were obscured by a black case that seemed as irrevocably affixed to the seat. His clothing was also attached to the chair, and after a long moment of staring, she realized that his wasted chest did not rise and fall until he made the seemingly hercurian effort to prepare to speak. “It is good to meet you in person, Nora.” Another machine driven breath forced air into his lungs. “I am the first Lister Hampon.”
Eve dropped the hand scanner and approached slowly, the blood on the hem of her dress marring the flawlessly white floor.
“It’s time you were brought into the fold.” Hampon invited, raising a shaky hand.
Chapter 38
Jake and Ayan parted ways at the bottom of the Clever Dream's debarkation ramp. “Remember, get some sleep tonight.” He whispered over proximity radio.
“Aye, aye, Captain,” she replied. When she came out from under the Clever Dream and looked up she stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of the sky. She'd seen studies on a gravity ladder before, but she never dreamed to see one. The surface of Kambis stretched across the horizon like a great ceiling. The deep, dark canyons that criss crossed the world and the cities that dotted the edges like perching fireflies were only outdone by the cluster of billions of lights that surrounded the largest standing structure she'd ever seen. Like a broad tube of girders that looked as thin as needles it stretched from the surface of the world all the way out of the atmosphere. The roughly ordered ships and small people movers criss crossing overhead seemed almost normal in comparison, even though Ayan had never been anywhere so busy, so alive.
“Impressive, isn't it? A grav ladder that was built to remove mass from the planet millions of tons at a time and to later bring water in just as quickly. They almost finished too,” stated a calm voice from her left.
She glanced at him, a man nearly as short as she was. He looked a little over forty, and weather worn. He smiled mildly at her, an expression that not only lived on his lips, but in his eyes and cheeks. His head was shaved, and from what she could see in the faint silver light his robes were a faded blue. He was escorted by three of their most heavily armed guards who stood quietly behind him with rifles held across their chests. “We've scanned him and only found evidence of a small data comm device,” reported one through secure proximity radio.
“I feel pretty safe, thank you,” Ayan replied quietly. Her comm unit picked up the cue and ordered the trio to start a perimeter patrol.
“Your people are heavily armed and well organized. An uncommon thing for new arrivals,” the gentleman said as he stepped closer and stopped beside her, his gaze returning to the sky. “I'm called Ugo Dallego, and I'm an Axiologist of the Samaritan order.”
“I'm Ayan, of the,” she hesitated a moment, unsure of which registry to attach herself to. “Of the Clever Dream. ” It was the only honest answer she had for him. Her gaze drifted back up to the grav ladder. “I'm sorry, the engineer in me can't stop staring at that thing. I imagine they use some kind of super light alloy and gravity control?”
“Kerisite actually, and yes, atmosphere friendly thrusters and gravity control.”
“Kerisite? You mean that was built before the third fall?”
“Over a century before the Omni virus. This was one of the biggest outer colonies, and if you can believe it, Tamber is where a lot of people settled while they built that structure. If the Confederation knows more than that, they're not sharing, sadly.”
“Too bad, the secret of making Kerisite has been lost for a couple hundred years. It would solve a lot of problems.” A ship was moving into place, getting ready to traverse the passage to the planet surface and large docking facility below. “That's either very close or very large,” she said.
“That's a United Core World Confederation aid vessel. About five kilometres long, three across. Not the first, and probably not the last. The Confederation is leaving, and they’re taking as much raw material, equipment and as many citizens as they can before their time is up”
Ayan soaked in the engineering wonder above her for another moment, watching as the massive aid ship passed the even grander elongated western station ring. Light flashed up one side of the station wing as stabilizing thrusters fired in sequence, righting a misalignment of the gravity ladder that she couldn't hope to perceive. She tore her eyes away and regarded the man beside her. “Again, sorry, I've just never seen anything so outstanding, in an engineering sense.”
“No worries, I've been here so long I forget about it sometimes.”
“So, I hope you don't mind me asking, but why aren’t the Confederation sending more ships to continue fighting for this system? There must be dozens of mining operations, and we read about several colonized worlds.”