Listen, Father, Im not aiming to be mayor of this group, Ill leave that to some hulking macho male, thank you. And I cant see myself being applauded for standing up in front of that manager woman and saying we should stay behind to stop her friends from stealing our gear. Would you have done that, you with your goodwill to all men?
Not publicly, no, Horst said. But there are ways.
Well, start thinking of them, because those precious containers of ours are going to be left piled up in a warehouse in town for the next couple of days before we set sail. And were going to need whats inside them, and I really do mean need ; because anyone who thinks that all it takes to survive out there is determination and honest toil is in for the shock of their pampered lives.
Do you always have to be right about absolutely everything?
Listen, youre here to look after our souls, Father. Youll be good at that, I can see, youre the caring type. Deep down, anyway. But keeping my soul connected to my body, thats all down to me. And I intend to do the best job I can.
All right, he said. It might be a good idea for me to speak with some of our group this evening. Perhaps we could organize some kind of watch at the warehouse.
Wouldnt be a bad idea to see if we can acquire replacements for anything thats gone walkabout, as well. Theres bound to be other groups gear stored with ours, it shouldnt be too difficult.
Alternatively, we could go to the Sheriffs office, and ask them to find anything thats been stolen from us, Horst said forcibly.
Ruth laughed out loud.
They walked on in silence for several minutes.
Ruth? he asked eventually. Why have you come here?
She exchanged a mournful glance with Jay, the two of them suddenly vulnerable. Im running away, she said. Arent you?
Durringham had been founded in 2582, a couple of (Earth) years after the Confederation inspection team had confirmed the results of the land venture companys ecological analysis crew, agreeing that Lalonde had no biota exceptionally hazardous to humansa certificate which was vital for any planet seeking to attract colonists. The hiatus was due to the venture company (which had bought the settlement rights from the scoutship which discovered the planet) attracting partners, and turning itself into the Lalonde Development Company. With enough financial backing to establish a working spaceport and provide a minimal level of civil administration, as well as securing an agreement with the Edenists to germinate a bitek habitat above Murora, the systems largest gas giant, the task of attracting colonists began in earnest.
After reviewing the predominantly South-East Asian catchment profiles and intended culture-base of other stage one colony planets in the same sector as Lalonde, the LDC board decided to concentrate on EuroChristian-ethnic stock to give themselves an adequate immigrant pool. They wrote a broadly democratic constitution which would come into effect over a century, with the LDC turning over local civil administration functions to elected councils, and ultimately the governorship to a congress and president at the end of the first hundred years. Theory had it that when the process was complete Lalonde would have developed a burgeoning industrial/technological society, with the LDC as the largest across-the-board shareholder in the planets commercial enterprises. That was when the real profits would start to roll in.
At the start of the preliminary stage, cargo starships delivered thirty-five dumpers into low orbit: squat, conical, atmospheric-entry craft, packed full of heavy machinery, supplies, fuel, ground vehicles, and the prefabricated sections of runway. The dumpers were aerobraked below orbital velocity, and one by one began their long fiery descent curve towards the jungle below. They rode the beacon signals down to land beside the Juliffes southern bank, spread out in a line fifteen kilometres long.
Each dumper was thirty metres high, fifteen metres across its base, weighing three hundred and fifty tonnes fully loaded. Small fins around the base steered them with reasonable accuracy through the atmosphere until they were seven hundred metres above the ground, by which time they had slowed to subsonic speed. A cluster of eight giant parachutes lowered them for the final few hundred metres, bringing them to a landing which resembled a controlled crash to the small flight-control team watching from a safe distance. They were designed for a one-way trip; where they landed, they stayed.
Construction crews followed them down in small VTOL spaceplanes, and began unloading. When the dumpers had been emptied they formed environment-proof accommodation for the crews families and offices for the governors civil administration staff.
The jungle surrounding the dumpers was levelled first, a chop and burn policy producing a wide swath of desolated foliage and charred animals; the spaceport clearing followed. After the runway grids were assembled, a second wave of workers arrived in the McBoeings, along with more equipment. This time they had to build their own accommodation, using the profusion of logs the earlier crews had left scattered across the ground. Rings of crude wooden cabins sprang up around all of the dumpers, looking as if they were rafts floating on a sea of mud. Stripped of its scrub cover, subject to continual heavy plant traffic and Lalondes daily rains, the rich black loam was reduced to a fetid-smelling sludge which was over half a metre thick in places. The rock crushers worked continuously throughout the planets twenty-six-hour day, but they could never supply enough chippings to stabilize the expanding citys quagmire roads.
The view from the scuffed and algae-splattered window of Ralph Hiltchs office, on the third floor of the dumper which housed the Kulu Embassy, showed him the sun-soaked timber-plank roofs of Durringham spread out across the gently undulating land next to the river. The conglomeration was devoid of any methodical street pattern. Durringham hadnt been laid down with logical forethought, it had erupted like a tumour. He was sure even Earths eighteenth-century cities had more charm than this. Lalonde was his fourth offworld assignment, and he had never seen anything more primitive. The weather-stained hulls of the dumpers rose above the shanty-town precincts like arcane temples, linked to the ramshackle buildings with a monstrous spider web of sable-black power cables slung between tall poles. The dumpers integral fusion generators provided ninety per cent of the planets electrical power, and Durringham was completely dependent on their output.
By virtue of the Royal Kulu Bank taking a two per cent stake in the LDC, Kulus Foreign Office had acquired the dumper for its staff as soon as the start-up phase of colonization was over, ousting the Governors Aboriginal Fruit Classification Division in the process. Ralph Hiltch was grateful for the political arm-twisting manoeuvre of twenty years ago; it allowed him to claim an air-conditioned office, and a tiny two-room apartment next door. As the Commercial Attach he was entitled to a bigger apartment in the embassys residential block outside, but his actual position as Head of Station for the Kulu External Security Agency operation on Lalonde meant he needed the kind of secure quarters which the old dumper with its carbotanium structure could provide. Besides, like everything else in Durringham, the residential block was made of wood, and leaked something rotten.
He watched the near-solid cliff of silver-grey rain sweeping in from the ocean, obscuring the narrow verdant line peeping above the rooftops to the south which marked the boundary of the jungle. It was the third downpour of the day. One of the five screens on the wall opposite his desk showed a real-time weather-satellite image of Amarisk and the ocean to the west, both covered by spiral arms of cloud. To his wearily experienced eye the rain would last for a good hour and a half.