Finish the Sci-Fi Story III - Murder Mystery

Xol swirled in his cell. He understood it, as he understood everything. He could break free of the cell, but to do so would violate the treaty and he wanted the Council bound to it as much as they wanted him bound.

His thoughts drifted to the recent events. Seeing that no one was watching he let himself ponder. “Why was I afraid when those Humans opened a singularity to Lifespace. Was I afraid? Kel are not afraid. That can’t be it. So, I … was …” and he reflected.

Lifespace was an ancient name the Kel gave to that realm. Most just called it Energyspace. It was the spark that launched each Kel Pair - one in space and one in non-space. It simply supplied a boundless sink and source of energy for all non-entropic actions. And that was the point. Opening a source without a sink was dangerous and stupid. The raw energy spewing forth; the mental echoes of the dead creating chaos. These infantile creatures were playing with forces they did not understand. They needed their butts and minds slapped.

“… mothering them” and Xol felt a shudder of disgust. “Mothering these creatures and teaching them a lesson. Well, if they can evolve enough and survive my plans, maybe they will turn into acceptable pets.”

According to the view from their console, there were about 30 or so Voss milling about outside Robert and M’Artel’s temporary quarters.

”So, what do I do now, Kathy?” Robert asked via his crystal.

”Well,” offered Kathy. ”I’m here now. Just outside your place. But camophlaged. I can jaunt both of you out in a moment if I have to. Ask them what they want.”

“Uh,” Robert’s voice blared from the entryway (they had yet to figure out all of this room’s controls), “What do you guys…, want?”

The group of Voss milled about a bit more. “We want to talk!” one of them said.

“About what?” asked Robert.

“You know. Life, the Universe, everything!” came the reply from a Voss furthest from the door. Two Voss next to him slapped him in the back of the head. A Voss nearer the
door countered, “We have come to warn you that you are in danger. And that we don’t agree.”

“Don’t agree?”” M’Artel asked Robert, confused. “Don’t agree about what?”

Through the intercom, Robert relayed the Question, “Don’t agree with us about what?”

The Voss milled about yet some more. “Ah,” a different Voss spoke up, “It’s not you we don’t agree with. It’s us.” And all the Voss began to nod their heads and bob up and down, murmuring what was apparently agreement.

”Frell, Kathy. This is getting us no where!”

No. Keep going. I’m beginning to sense a rudimentary group mind here. Fascinating…”

Fascinating, thought Robert. Great.

Turning to the comm. again, “You don’t agree with yourselves…?” he asked, mouthing to M’Artel an I don’t know…

“NO!” came the very loud reply. “We don’t agree with our selves! Our brotherhood. Our race. They want you dead. By you, I mean the Xavvian M’Artel. We don’t agree. At least not yet. Are you going to let us in?”

Appealing to M’Artel not to, Robert was about to tell them all to get lost, when M’Artel said, “Let them in. We’re armed, they aren’t. (I scanned them.) And this is just too good to pass up.”

Keying the comm. again, Robert said, “Okay. You can come in. But only for a minute. And I should warn you, we are both armed and this place is probably monitored.” Turning back to M’Artel, he added, “Couldn’t hurt. Right?”

They doorway cycled open and the Voss group milled in. Something Robert had not previously thought possible, to mill about in a particular direction. After they were all in, Robert the door to remain open, allowing Kathy a sight as well as a crystal view.

M’Artel spoke first. “Explain. Who wants me dead? Why? And what is the Holy Mother deal with all of you?”

A different Voss took the lead this time. “The crime against Right that you are thought to have committed in regards to the flying thing carries a death penalty. But we do not want to kill an innocent. Recent events cause some of us to doubt that what was done was your doing.”

“I’m still being investigated for that murder. But any trial seems to be on hold. If one comes at all.”

“Murder? Who cares about a measly murder? We’re talking about the crime against Right. The Desecration. The Calling of Saints by an unbeliever, or least not a Servant.”

Looking at M’Artel next to him, Robert said, “This makes no sense at ALL!”

A different Voss spoke up, “But it does! If M’Artel did indeed Desecrate us by Calling our Saints with the deceased’s organs, than he deserves death. I am not convinced he did it. That is why I came to warn you.”

“Same here,” added another Voss.

“Me, too,” said several others.

“I was just going to eat and Schmee brought me over here. I hope you bite it,” offered the previously sarcastic Voss. Several others slapped him about his head. “OW! Stop HITTING me!”

“Then behave,” counseled yet a different Voss.

While the three non Voss linked together were pondering all of this, a purple furred Simian sauntered in, went right up to M’Artel, and said, “Are you… Joe?”

Xol was getting more and more worried. He knew he was safe in his cell, but the lowly humans who were playing around with something beyond their comprehension were in grave danger.

How can they not see the obvious? he wondered. Still, it might go a long way toward his case with the Council and shoring up the Treaty if he helped out the lowly humans.

But leaving the cell would violate Treaty. And there was no way he could explain in time. These silly humanoids had such undeveloped brains.

Then, he groaned. There was one marginal humanoid who could understand. His mate probably would be able to assist as well, although in a very limited manner.

Xol concentrated. He could only do this once, and only for a brief amount of time. There was a blinding flash of light, and suddenly there were two Xols in the cell.

Leaving his decoy behind, Xol entered non-space. He stretched luxuriantly for an instant, then sent out a clarion call to the Head of the Cat World and his newly whelped mate.

That was all he could do, and it had to be enough. He was weakening rapidly, and had to merge his two selves again or he would die.

One more burst, he thought, sending out another screech through non-space that would resonate with their crystals. Then, thankfully, he collapsed back into himself again.

Xol smiled grimly. They had to come before the Council anyway. Then he fainted.

Several of the cadets Zora was leading had never been off-world before, except to attend the Academy, and all were quite young, so the “trip” to Forsetti had afforded Zora the opportunity to broaden their education. On the shuttle down to the planet he was still explaining basics of etiquette and behaviour, and passing on bits of spacer’s lore, traditions, and superstitions. Just before leaving their ship he had told them…

“Never wear red on your first visit to a new planet. We just don’t do it.”

“Why not, sir?” asked Cadet Kaval.

“It’s bad luck, supposedly. Not that I’m superstitious or anything, it’s just a tradition.”

“How did this tradition get started?” persisted Kaval.

“Nobody knows. Some other items now. Never stare at the torso of a Tharn, you’ll see a number of them on Forsetti. Do not offer to share a drink with a Moranian female(they’re the blue ones). It’s equivalent to an offer of marriage/mating for life.” Zora went on to list several more cultural bugaboos, end ended with “…and if you purchase something from a Rankian, never hand them payment directly. They will give you your item as a “gift” and you just happen to leave it’s actual value behind. Rankians don’t believe in buying and selling.”

“Weird!” chorused several cadets.

“My sentiments exactly.”

It took a while to find less expensive accomadations for the thirteen cadets and Zora, but many high class hostelries had a level or two of spartan accomadations for servants of their wealthier guests, and Zora finally got the wide eyed young students settled in. The four female cadets shared two rooms, while the nine male cadets and Zora shoehorned into four.

Zora commed for Kark, intending to find out what the current situation was. He was going to have to find some kind of activity for these excited young people too. Maybe there was a ringball court somewhere, that would use up some of their excess energy. Zora still remembered the Tevondale team he’d played with, and was secretly proud he could still fit into the uniform he had worn then as a young recruit.


The Summons had disrupted the plans of all those called. q’Liav’Amhar, the Xavvian Emperor, was elderly, and although still strong he disliked travelling offworld from Xavvis. But disgruntled as he was, he was coming.


But one Summoned didn’t mind travel at all, and that was Victor Channing Jr, Kathy’s husband. VMC Corp.'s new Echo III was just out of R&D, and the first of the line, Finder had completed it’s shakedown cruise. So Victor was able to do two things he liked very much. One was cutting edge spaceflight. And the other was getting closer to Kathy. Her diplomatic and teaching duties kept them apart more often than he would wish, but getting back together was always, ahem, great.

Cowd was not happy with the way he was apprehended, nor with his imprisonment. And he was being very vocal about it.

“I am WRONGED!” he bellowed towards the door one more time, just for emphasis, apparently. “I demand representation, arraignment, and release,” he reiterated for about the 900th time since he was taken into custody two days ago.

This time, though, he seemed to have gotten some sort of result, as the locked door to his shielded cell cycled open. A large Simian, wearing denim clothes, leather chaps, Western boots with spurs, and a 10 gallon cowboy hat came moseying in. (There truly is no other way to describe the Simian’s movement.) The Simian paused in the doorway, then turned and stood next to one of the fernlike plants decorating the cell. He lightly ran his leathery fingers along one of the fronds and quickly turn around to face Cowd.

“Howdy, partner,” intoned the Simian. “I am Billy Shakespeare,” he explained in an ancient Texan drawl, “And I have been appointed as your legal representative.”

Looking over Cowd, Billy noticed that his injuries had already healed to the point of being virtually unnoticeable. Behind him, the plant shivered very slightly. An almost inaudible series of clicks could be heard over the background noise.

“Now,” said Billy, “What do you have to offer Council?”

Haughtily, Cowd puffed out his chest and rose from the plush chair he was in. “I offer nothing! I am being imprisoned unjustly.”

“Oh, really?” countered Billy the Simian. “Let me show you the reason for your being here…” With that, he produced a small holo generator from his satchel and keyed up the relevant file. After letting it play for almost five minutes, he paused it and said, “There are 72 iron clad cases against you, Cowd. And several more are yet being investigated. How many total people did you eat? Never mind, I don’t need to know, really. Any one of these is enough to confiscate your own right to sentient life. However, I know you have some information that Council would be interested in. That is why I am here.”

“If you had a case against me, I would already be processed,” sneered Cowd.

“It’s not, Bucko,” replied the Simian. “It’s Council. Under Confederated law, you are already dead. I have possibly set aside that judgment. But only if you cooperate. What will it be? Maybe death doesn’t scare you. But I also know about your (ahem) discovery. Shall I spill those beans?”

Cowd’s face lost all his blood and he sat back down quickly. “What exactly do you have in mind me telling?”

“It’s not me, Bucko,”

Until the Summoning Kark was at his desk, back in his office, trying to wade through the mountains of work that seemed to have accumulated without his own backside being in the chair and signing off on things.

Just when he thought he was beginning to see the bottom of the pile his comm started pinging.

What?” he growled. “Oh, sorry Jade, I know you have been trying to get hold of me. Yes, I know I was the one who called you here, but things haven’t gone quite the way we expected…Wait a minute, you said you found what?…hoo boy, come on in as soon as you get here. Anyone else you need? No? Alright then, I’ll be here.”

Kark had barely cleared the comm when it started up again. “I’m going to rip it out it it’s one more damn big surprise” he growled, and keyed it to accept. The face of his previous caller’s father stared at him

"Hey, old-timer, " Zora Innison laughed at the expression on Kark’s face. “I was just passing through and thought you might like a chance to wipe out the shame of your defeat at my hands after our last game”

“Defeat nothing, you tricky slimeball. That patch of grass was wet, and if I hadn’t slipped my bat wouldn’t have missed…” Kark stopped as he realized he was playing right into his old comrade’s hands, making excuses for a ringball defeat suffered over twentyfive years ago. “So, what brings the great Admiral Zora Innison to fair Forsetti?”

“I’ve got one of the senior cadet corps groups with me on a training trip. Since Jade let me know you had called her here, I’ve been thinking about my old teammate. Oh, and can you put me in touch with her? I haven’t had a chance yet to look her up.”

“One surprise deserves another” thought Kark, with an evil chuckle. “Come on by” he told Zora, “We’ll dig her up”.

Soren helped Danielle out of the core and they sat down to analyze the data and prepare for phase three. “What was all that noise?” repeated Danielle. “I’ll show you,” said Soren as he replayed the lab tapes of the experiment. Danielle watched in awe. Soren was surprised when Danielle asked what was said because he hadn’t realized that Old Norse was being spoken until she pointed it out to him. At the end she simply said, “That must be that Xol character Kathy talked about. If he was ready to kill us…” and Soren finished, “then we must be on to something.” Danielle picked up the comm and said, “Let’s inform Kathy of all this; and why didn’t you tell me you spoke Norse?”

After updating her, Kathy said, “Only the Council could pull Xol away, so maybe you’re safe until after the Council meeting, but I wouldn’t bank on it. Yes, keep up the research and let us know what happens,” speaking her thoughts she added, “But why would a ritual murder interest a Kel? And why would a Kel try to stop research into mind-to-mind communication when we can already do that?” then she continued normally, “Bye, and keep safe.”

“I’ll set the computers to picking out anything useful from the recorded data,” said Soren. Danielle said, “I’ll focus the next experiment to an area with as clear a wave as I can find.” She went back into the cramped cell. “Activating” she said and guided the sensors through non-space twists and turns into the new realm. There she spiraled away looking for a clear wave. Fortunately, for if she had stayed the torent of energy would have overwhlemed the sensors and either burned them and her out, or worse, opened a self-sustaining doorway.

Everyone thought she was unphased being a storm chaser. She found it exhilarating, as well as rewarding knowing she could help find a way to stop these killer storms. Just then a font opened near her. Instead of joining with another font as they usually did, it flew off toward the voidland. She quickly followed.

He was a solid base frequency, jittery with harmonics earned through ages of honest toil. He was a pragmatic beam, straightforward and with a laser-like insight not refracted easily. He had tended his flock alone now these many cycles and knew the voidscape like the vibration at his core. That’s why the approaching font was so jarring. Fonts never travelled alone and certainly not to the voids. Most of the flock was ranging among a good outcropping of matter. He hurried to pulll them in tighter before the storm hit. He could feel the pull from it even now.

Danielle twisted away from the maelstrom and spotted an isolated waveform. She tuned into it.

The storm kept coming for him no matter which way he turned. She came up to the edge of the storm and looked down at the flock. She could see the storm tracking the shepard. Those who said these storms didn’t have a mind of their own were unphased. The storm hit the shepard she turned away in horror as she saw him dissonanced to death.

Danielle saw the waveform clearly for a moment and then it collapsed. She ended the experiement and called Soren, “I think we need to add the waveform generator now. It will keep the sensor noise down and give some modulating medium for anything we detect.” Soren replied, I’ll get our unit up to you in a second."

Danielle started the next test and navigated to the same general area as last time.

She was going to leave and report her findings when another font opened nearby. This font was different. It wasn’t a terrible storm but rather a base tone with a chorus of quiet harmonics. It mesmerized her and glided her way.

Danielle found another wave and locked on.

She was hypnotized in spite of herself. As the font approached she saw a ghostly figure appear within it. As it drew nearer she saw it was - herself. She felt energized in its presence. She began to speak and it echoed her every movement.

Danielle noted the sensor readout detected a brainwave-like waveform and she rejoiced. She recorded it to match it against the city’s records. With luck, there would be a match and they would be that much closer to understanding this phenomenon. Then she made the classic scientist mistake. Recording a note to Soren she said, “You may shoot me for this but things are going too well. I’m going on to the next phase and I’ll modulate my thoughts onto the wave. Love you.” And Danielle setup the test. She let some scans on her complete and checked the result. The waveform seemed to be stable with both her and the other brainwave. She decided to monitor it for awhile.

She broke her hypnotized trance as the ghostly figured floated over her. Now it seemed to be part of her. Unbidden, feelings began to drift into her mind. Feelings and thoughts. She felt an excitement, a worry, a recognition, an isolation, and at its core was a repeating quiet identity, a voice, a name, a Danielle.

In the Pre-Assembly for Council, Open Mind waited his turn patiently. He had had quite a lot of practice at being patient. In terms familiar to Humans (but having no real bearing on aspects of his ‘existence’), Open Mind was on the order of several hundreds of millions of years old.

Truth was, in his eyes, linear time was as confusing as phase variations of reality are to most humanoids. For Time did not work the same way in all the realities Open Mind had access too. Like Kel, his type of being could slip in and out of what ever, where ever, and when ever they wanted to be. He had long ago stopped trying to understand it. “I don’t believe in Realities,” he was fond of saying, “I just believe in me.”

The Moderator, resplendent in his ceremonial skin, was indicating that it was now his turn to Speak. Or to Listen. His choice.

“I choose to Speak,” was his response.

“The Open Mind chooses Speak. All will listen.”

Taking a slightly more concrete form for effect, Open Mind began, “Long have we wondered what would become of the Crystal situation among the inhabitants of this area of Space. Would interest die out? Or would they evolve a form of natural Crystal? Millions of years ago, in this Reality’s scale, the Kel affected a change in two different species, enabling these species to, in effect, transfer energies from the Crystal life forms to certain organs which Xol of Kel designed for them.

“In due course, we of Council learned of his meddling and decided in Treaty form to make those organs vestigial, and to leave the creatures up to their own devices.

“Recently, both the Xavvians and the Humans have begun to find ways of using the Crytal life forms even without those organs. And some have had those organs reactivated through means as yet unknown and are approaching near Kel levels of Confluence Though Realities. In addition, they have even begun to make machines capable of seeing, yes, interacting with different levels of Confluence.

“This is a dangerous situation, as you all can see. But, it does bring certain advantages to us, too. Allow me to Interpret for you a conversation that was recently held in Confluence 7Ytr-Klas…”

Open Mind proceeded to show what Danielle had so recently done.

“To continue, we must decide if such will be allowed to continue. And what should done to the entities involved either way.

“Plus, there is the small matter of the Xavvian royalty and a conspiracy against Sentience which includes multiple sentient murders and religious heresy. These minor cases all affect the main concern, in one way or another.

“Thus ends my Speaking.”

Kathy turned her consciousness away from Soren and Danielle, and returned her total attention to Robert and M’Artel. She watched as the purple simian asked M’Artel if he were “Joe”.

M’Artel was not amused at this interupption. Keeping an eye on the Voss he told the simian, “Look, I don’t have time for playing games just now, and I don’t know why you walked in here anyway, but…”

“Are you Joe?” the purple one asked again

“No!, I’m not this Joe! Now get out of here!”
*
“Wait a minute, M’Artel”* came the voice of Kathy. “Ask HIM what he wants”

Muttering under his breath M’Artel sighed and did as requested. “I’ll be this Joe if it will get rid of you. Tell me what you want and get out.”

This didn’t seem to faze the simian. “Four down and eight to go” he said

“What’s that supposed to mean?” MArtel almost snarled.

“We garouloids know things Joe. We hear things, corellate, collate, sort, list, analyze…”

“Get to the frelling point!”

“You got four of the Voss, eight more are to come”

“Are you talking about the muggings?”

“Sure Joe. Means you got eight more assasins coming after you. These here” and he gestured at the Voss, “told you true, but not all. So watch your back” and the simian sauntered out again.

“Interesting” came the voice of Kathy again. “I guess some folks just don’t want to be confused with the facts. As if we all didn’t have enough on our plates. I’ll see what I can do but like he said, watch your back.” Here her mental voice seemed to fade away.

M’Artel turned to the Voss. “Thanks for the great warning you guys. Now get out.” The Voss got.

Robert spoke up now. “You’re going to need protection, if what that purple furball said is true. If there are eight out to get you, you won’t be able to open your door without…”

The words “open door” reminded them that the Voss hadn’t closed it behind them, and suddenly two new Voss came hurtling through the open portal, long knives drawn. M’Artel and Robert blocked them, and a gouging, kicking, screaming hand to hand battle erupted. The four rolled out into the corridor, and M’Artel had the fleeting thought that for all their small stature, these Voss could sure hold their own in a fight. One Voss managed to cut M’Artel on his forehead, just above his eyes, and although the wound was not serious, the blood that came out and got in his eyes was. He just had time to register a more painful cut on the back of his leg, when he felt hands tugging him away from the Voss. Blinking, he saw that three young humans had wrestled down the Voss that had attacked him, and five or six others had seperated Robert and his attacker.

“I don’t know about you, fella, but we were trying to sleep. Are you done playing now?” His tone was light but his fingers, along with those of the others, were dug in tightly to M’Artel’ arms.

M’Artel saw the name KAVAL on a small patch on the young man’s tunic.

“Guess so, uh, Kaval.”

“That’s Mr. Kaval, my name is John”

“Look, could you call Security? Ask to be connected with a Capt. Kark Hingman, so we can all get this straightened out. I don’t want to get thrown out of another place already.”

At the name of Kark Mr. Kaval’s face cleared. “Kark Hingman?” he said in surprise. “That’s who Adm. Innison was going to see!”

Danielle tracked her wave and the other modulation. Soon even more modulations came and went. She tracked them until a stable set of modulations seemed to be present. “Soren, I’m going to link my modulated back to my mind and see what I detect. I’ll rig up a kill switch in case of problems and the filters will prevent any overloads. Love you,” and with that she set up the next phase.

She threw the switch and her mind was floaded with a blinding array of lights and smells and sensations. Not overwhelming, but certainly intense.

A quiet storm formed and basked the area in a pale light. A ghostly presense seemed to stand still beside her. They knew it must be the Danielle spirit trying to commune. They bid it fond farewells and encouraged it on its way.

The filters were designed to stop energies in the high and low ends of the spectrum. What came back was well within range and just came at a blinding clip. Danielle’s mind was flash fed a days worth of experiences. She gasped and fainted. Her hand dropped from the kill switch and the experiement ended. Soren called up and when he didn’t get an answer he bounded up the access tube. He pulled the unconscious Danielle out to the laboratory floor and called for medical assistance.

Hours later the doctor came out to the waiting room to talk to Soren. “Ms. Levrosky is going to be fine. Her scans show no damage and match her previous scans. She’s coming up from what I can only describe as exhaustion. Her brain seemed to be working overtime. She’s entering REM sleep and returning to normal. You can wait in her room and she will wake normally in about three hours.”

With only one day left before Council’s Assembly, Xol was getting restless. Though he was not actually improsoned, Xol’s protective confinement was very restrictive. Even with the patience born of mellinia of experience, he wanted out! Especially since this Assembly concerned something of his interest.

Sensing the power of an Assembly nearby, he realised that PreAssembly must have ebgun. This meant he should be freed, for by treaty, Xol was allowed to attend any PreAssembly of Council, whether he was involved or not. The treaty was starngely vague about this provision in the case of his being Summond, but who would ever have thought that a Kel would be Summond?

Going to the small blue circle suspeneded just beyond the energy bars of the cell, Xol demanded, “By treaty of Council, Xol of Kel demands release to attend PreAssembly.” Without hesitation, the thinking machine covering the cell made the descision to do so, letting the fantastic energies dissipate into elsewhere.

Xol immediately jaunted out, but he did not join Council.

When Jade walked into Kark’s office she figured it was somehow fitting to see her father there too. One more surprise among many on this cockeyed planet. Father and daughter hadn’t seen each other in months, but with Council starting tomorrow there wasn’t much time for a “family reunion”. Jade was anxious to let Kark know what she had turned up, as it could very well effect the proceedings.

“I’m beginning to think we should have brought Corianav in on this” said Jade, “since she will be acting in her capacity as an advocate when Council starts. But I guess I can transmit the date from here, if I can use your comm later.” This last was said to Kark.

“Can’t you just bring it to Council yourself?” asked Zora.

“I’m not going” said Jade “I wasn’t one of those Summoned. Which reminds me, have the Xavvian royals arrived yet?”

Kark checked his screen. “Says here the Emperor will be arriving in about five hours. I’m not in on that, praise Allah, it will only be the really high Security VIPs that receive him. I got word from Kathy Channing that her hubby has arrived, so the both of them will meet q’Stant’Lit, the heir. I understand he and Kathy are old friends. Hmm, I can’t see here where or when the former heir, q’Lit’Liav is to arrive. Seems since he’s technically a “private citizen” now he doesn’t necessarily have to deal with us. But why do you ask?”

"Well, the first research I was doing, when I holed up in that cubicle, was into Xavvian history and evolution, with a special eye out to looking for how these related to their religious history. I also wanted to see what were the roots of the Xavvian/Tharn discord, as they seemed to be religious in nature. With the other incidents of unrest. particularly with the Voss, I felt I might be able to find some pattern, in all of this chaos. I read a lot by this Cowd, since his theories on common religious experience amongst widely seperated races brought him so much fame. Have you read Cowd’s works *A Similar Spirit? * or The Seeds of Faith? she asked.

“Jade, honey, you know I only like to read about things that go BOOM!” teased her dad, and both of them laughed, as it was a longstanding joke between them. jade knew here father was no academic, but he was widely read. On long missions in space, sometimes there’s not a lot to do in your spare time. “but no, I haven’t read much religious history.”

“Don’t look at me!” Kark raised his hands in mock horror. “I haven’t either, except when I made my one pilgrimage as a kid. So what have you got?”

“Cowd used what he called “equations”, a series of logic threads and questions designed to relate the vastly differing religious traditions of different races. Brilliant work, really. It’s been the touchstone, the standard, for thirty years, especially with the inclusion of crystals and their influence on humans and Xavvians in particular. It was so clear and basic that all he’s ever had to do since has been minor tinkering, especially with the crystal theory.”

“Jade, we know the guy is a ‘genius’, whatever that means” said Zora. “What are you getting at?”

“After I heard about his alleged, ummm, predilictions, something kept nagging at me, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. So I called up again his career file, that I had downloaded, and finally noted something peculiar. According to the file an associate of Cowd’s died in a freak accident. He was devastated by the loss, and even dedicated *A Similar Spirit? * to this person, when it was published six months later. In part it thanked them ‘for being a source of inspiration to me.’ If what I’ve heard turns out to be true, though, quite a number of women have met unexpected ends around him. I got this hunch, and fed a chapter of his ’ Spirit’ notes into a linguistic analyzer. Guys, it says there is a 95.9% indication that a woman wrote that text!”

“What just a minute now,” said Zora. “Cowd’s not a woman.”

His daughter rolled her eyes. “You noticed, huh Dad? But his associate that died was. I haven’t dug out enough information on her to get a good sample of her writings to analyze , but I think it’s likely that Cowd didn’t write those books, she did, or at least did the seminal research, and he edited later.”

A breath whooshed out of Kark. “In the Name of the Merciful” he breathed. “This could be the ultimate case of academic fraud. A whole frelling career based on a lie.”

“Yes” saide Jade, “and that could go a long way to explaining why all he’s done is tinker. He never wrote all that in the first place, so how could he integrate his own work into that of another? Especially when current crystal developments have been so rapid and complicated? He may not be a genius, but he’s been a great actor!”

Kark’s mind turned to a practical Security matter, blackmail. “If this has been going on for thirty years, I’d lay long odds we aren’t the first to have stumbled on this. So why no big stink?”

“Who would suspect the great Cowd” Zora interjected bitterly.

Kark started to say he would inform Cori of this, and prepared an access code to Security files so she could also view data on the current charges against Cowd.

But even as his hand reachod out to his comm, it pinged on it’s own. Kark was annoyed, and grated out “This had better be good”.

“Sir”, said his comm clerk “There’s a call for you from the Xavvian, M’Artel. Seems two more Voss can be added to our growing collection. He says that some other guests helped save him and Robert Harker, and they wish to speak to your guest, Adm Innison.”

M’Artel, Robert, and the cadets decided to leave by the back of the hotel to avoid anymore surprises. Unfortunately the Bestssial monitoring the lobby saw them leave. He quickly informed his Brothers.

Around the back alley, M’Artel and his group were set upon. This time, with enough Brothers, the Bestssials aim was not to kill but to capture. While six provided defense and took the brunt of the attack, the other two set upon one cadet after another. Sleeper holds were applied and the defenders were whittled down. Soon it was four each for Robert and M’Artel and then all on M’Artel. All fell unconscious and the Bestssials bound and bundled M’Artel away.

M’Artel woke suspended vertically with stone rotunda. He could not move due to his restraints. He was tightly bound by ropes and canvases heavily inscribed with arcane symbols. His bonds were then tied by heavy ropes and chains that pointed off into the darkness. Two tall robed figures stood next to the seated figure. Even without M’Artel’s religious training most people would recognize Ssibest Sarn, the spiritual leader of the Church of Voss. He spoke in low sibilant tones and an attendant spoke in the Xavvian language, “Your faith must be ascertained.”

M’Artel knew he was innocent, but Xol’s manipulation and framing of him might not carry any weight in a religious dogma that required each person be responsible for their own actions. M’Artel began, “Ssibest I want you to know…” The attendant hissed out “Sssilenccce” in a chilling tone and M’Artel fell silent. After Sarn chanted some, a translation was given. “A manifestation of Evil has risen. As the servants of Good we are tasked in this life with combatting Evil. You will submit to Affiliation and All will make their Stand.”

The Ssibest began chanting rythmically. He brought to the table one crystal from each pocket of his cloak. They each were set on the table and their internal flames seemed to flicker in unison and dance toward each other. M’Artel waited helpless, with a sense of nervous tingling moving up and down his spine. Then he realized it wasn’t just nerves. Something was triggering his crystal and his mind. A sense of calm washed over him and he felt at peace. The scene of the Sykoft murder drifted through his mind. Various symbols and texts also floated in and out of his mind. After what seemed like an eternal instant he was aware the Ssibest speaking. The attendant translated the Ssibest’s words, “You are One with Good.”

A statue tore itself from the back wall and said, “And I’m not.” The attendants dropped their robes and the upper of each pair of Bestssial attacked while the lower protected Sarn. Amazingly, the Bestssial’s swords cut through the stone golem. “It’s about time,” the statue said, “Do you know how long I’ve had to wait here?” He advanced straight for Sarn and a melee ensued. M’Artel couldn’t get loose from his bonds, and even so the sense of calm was now simply a paralysis. He heard the statue’s words and meanings even though it was speaking the Vossian language. His link to the crystal was enlightening him even as it was holding him.

The Bestssials moved in a blur, but somehow so did the statue. Each Bestssial was knocked into the wall a few times but returned. Pieces of the statue were cut off at times but nothing slowed him. The statue finally ripped the Besssials apart and stood before Sarn. A large portion of the statues head had been removed, but his grin was still present. He intoned, “I am The Evil One. Bow before me!”

Sarn had been chanting a ritual to Banish Evil. “Fall before the light of Good…” began Sarn. “Oh, what have I got to do get this moving,” the statue said as he turned to the remains of the Bestssials. He began to use their entrails and spell out ancient incantations for calling forth Demons. Sarn looked on in shock and shouted “NO!”. Then Sarn settled down and began the chant to Destroy Evil. The crystals began to form a soft swirling glow between them.

The statue looked up with a grin and paused as if waiting for something. Sarn’s chanting continued. The glow slowed its swirling and stopped with a beam joining the two crystals. A thunderclap broke the quiet and startled Sarn’s concentration. A maelstrom formed around the statue. It morphed into the Unnamed Consort of the Great Mother of Xavvian religion.

“Bet my god can beat up your god,” said Xol and he laughed. “It’s good to stop relying on puppets; but too much of me too soon and I’d break these baubles.” Xol was gesturing slightly in the air and the crystals were changing colors and beginning to emit loops of light. “Thanks for the toys; it takes a lot before you’ll turn these things on! You’re so selfish hoarding them. Anyway, now that they’re activated and stable I’ll put them to good use. Come, my little darlings, we’ve got Kel to make.” And with that Xol and the crystals jaunted away.

M’Artel drooped in his bonds as his link to the crystals and his pent up energy were severed. He looked around at the dismembered Voss. “Oh Mother, I’m gonna be blamed for this too!”

Sarn paused, drew a knife and advanced slowly to the bound M’Artel. M’Artel’s eyes went wide with fear. He struggled to no avail as the old man advanced. The old man brought up the knife … and began cutting M’Artel’s bonds. M’Artel let loose a sigh of relief and almost fainted.

Mere hours later, in the Hall of Rites, Council was gathering. The large open expanse formed by the floating stone ceiling and the invisible but impervious walls of fantastic energy began to fill with motions and emotions, with creatures both familiar and unbelievable, and with an atmosphere of importance and authority.

The 117 permanent members of council were announced and introduced one by one. Each member intoned the ceremonial greeting in their own tongue, some of which involved shapes, colours, or feelings, rather than audible tones.

As was traditional, the 117th seat was empty, and no announcement of introduction was made. A silvery light shone on the seat for a brief moment as all recognized the Right of the Kel to be represented. In all the Assemblies of Council since the Treaty of Kel some several galactic revolutions ago, no Kel had ever actually sat in on Council. But, the Kel were recognized.

After the introductions came the Opening Comments, where in all the Council was to consider was laid out before the members. For this rotation, the privilege fell to Open Mind. It was the 100th time in his career that he had opened. Taking care not to jaunt or bend space/time, he gracefully moved to the center of the great open space of the Hall. Just as he was about to speak the Intonation, a commotion of sound and surprise filled the Hall.

The Kel seat was filled!

Not one to miss the historical impact of this event, Open Mind mimed the Intonation exactly as prescribed, so as not to invalidate anything that may happen in this Assembly. Turning to the Kel seat, Open Mind addressed it, “Welcome to Council, Xol of Kel. To what do we owe this amazing visit?” He pointedly avoided saying anything about the distasteful jaunting that had apparently brought Xol into the Hall.

“The business of Council interests me,” answered Xol. He continued, “I invoke clause nine of treaty.”

The Hall exploded in a torrent of sight, sound, colour, and emotion as the implication was understood clearly. Never had any Kel attended Council. And to invoke the clause of Treaty that made the Assembly open to the public hitherto unheard of.

Open Mind was unfazed. (And unphased.) “Very well. This Assembly of Council is open to all residents and visitors of Forsetti. All may appear, but all will be governed by Council Law while within these walls. We will now recess to allow the news to spread.”

With that, Open Mind phased into a more comfortable shape to wait the allotted amount of time. Xol sat back in his seat and smiled.

A thoroughly disheveled, and very pissed off group of cadets, along with Robert, sat in a Security conference room. Kark and Zora sat at a table with them, as coffee was poured and pain pills ingested(amidst muffled groans and curses). They were embarrassed that so few Voss had been able to take out a group their size, and Robert, who had learned basic hand to hand as a boy, from his father, made a mental vow to get some retraining from the Rangers.

“So you see. sir, we did the best we could” said one cadet, Ms. Grayburn

“We went by the book, watched out for each other” interjected Mr. Andrews.

“Yeah, but we still lost” muttered Mr. Stockdale

It was clear that they all expected a royal reaming out from Adm. Innison. Losing thirteen(well, fourteen with the civilian) to eight hurt their youthful pride and sense of invulernability.

“Well, troops, you’ve learned one valuable lesson today” said Zora. “Sometimes you lose, and you can’t do squat about it. From what you told me, and from what a couple of witnesses said, you never gave up, never surrendered. You fought until the last of you was down. Mr. Kaval, you and Mr. Harker were the last, before this M’Artel was taken, weren’t you?”

Robert just nodded, but John Kaval said “Yes sir”.

“Did you know your teammates were merely unconscious, or did you think they were dead?”

“Sir, I… I’m sure we all didn’t know.”

“So all of you then, in spite of the danger, kept on going?”

Various versions, of “Umm”, “Well, I guess so”

“Cadets! Stand at attention when I am speaking to you!” Zora barked. Chairs were pushed back and the group(Robert included himself), got creakily to their feet. Then Adm. Innison stood too, and looked each cadet in the eye. His hand snapped up in a rigid salute, and he said “Gentlemen and ladies, I am proud of you!”

Stunned, the cadets returned his salute.

As Zora’s arm started to lower, a small comm unit at Kark’s place pinged for attention. He set it for quiet mode, and took the call, from the comm officer in Security Receiving. “Capt. Hingman” said the caller, “I have the Xavvian M’Artel here! Do I send him back to you?”

Kark’ startled exclamation of “M’Artel is here?” was still heard by the others, and, with Robert in the lead, they stormed out to meet him and find out what had happened, leaving Kark and Zora alone

“Kark, old buddy, were we ever that young and rowdy?” chuckled Zora

" I don’t know, but I remember a couple of times after ballgame wins we went pretty crazy." was the reply. Kark reached for the comm again. I’d better notify Cori that her charge has not actually gone on the lam, and let Mrs. Channing know he’s back.

“Victor!” cried Kathy, as she opened her door. The two went into a clinch. “It seems like ages since I’ve seen you!”

“I know it’s been!” was her husband’s reply, as they tried to crack each other’s ribs. He gave another squeeze, and held her at arm’s length. “You look kind of peaked, Kathy. Are you alright?”

She made light of his concern. “I haven’t been sleeping too well, and I’ve been off my feed a little. It’s just the stress.” Seeing his concern, she hurried to tell him “Don’t worry! I’m getting better”(a little anyways). How was the trip?"

Asking Victor Channing about his beloved ships was the perfect distraction. “Oh, Kate, the Echo III has been everything we hoped for! We even seem to have got down cold the new shipboard comms that work through non-space. There’s been some weird interference, expecially, but the R&D wizards kept tinkering. They’re not entirely sure how it’s working, but as long as it does… But enough talk about ships. You still look like you could use some sleep.”

“Are you talking about sleep, or sleep?” she teased, smothering a small yawn in spite of herself.

Close as she was to him, she realized the answer to her question was not in his face.

“I want to see him.” Robert insisted stubbornly. He had been repeating this sentence for the last five minutes. Cori slapped a hand to her skull in frustration.

“You can’t!” she said for the tenth time. “He’s been arrested, and he has legal representation. What good would it do? It won’t bring Grivvy back.”

“I want to see him.”

Cori shook her head, then stood as Kark and Zora entered the hotel lobby. Robert had asked her to meet him for breakfast. If she’d known what the meal would entail, she would have ordered room service.

“Cowd is asking to see Robert,” Kark said. “Let’s go. We don’t have much time before Counsel.”

The door signal for Kathy’s rooms started chiming. Victor opened one eye and growled “whoever that is is lucky that they waited until we were finished with our sleep.”

“Now, Vic, I’m sure there’s a good reason.” Kathy was already up, and now she shrugged into a robe as she walked over to the viewer. “Hmm, no ID given” she noted, and took a look at the display.

“Who is it?” Victor called.

“I don’t know, I can’t see anything in the pickup, but someone has to be out there.”

“Careful, honey, things are kind of dicey around here I understand”

Kathy extended her senses, but could feel no menace, rather, a taste of familiarity. Readying herself, she opened the door without announcement, but nobody stood facing her. But a loud and piercing “Meow!” sounded at her feet. Her startled glance saw a large, slightly overweight looking Terran cat, who gave another “Meow” and launched itself upward. She caught it automatically, as she had so many times before.

“Tobermory!” she cried delightedly “when did you get here?” The cat leaped to the floor and morphed into the Xavvian q’Stant’Lit, heir to the Xavvian emperor.

“Great Mother!” he replied, “it’s been a long time since I’ve done that!” and he leaned over to give Kathy a hug. “Hello, Victor” he added, as Kathy’s husband came out of the other room, “long time no see” The two men, Xavvian and human, merely shook hands, a custom q’Stant’Lit had learned from humans.

“But Kathy, to answer your question, I just got here. I traveled with the Imperial, but he’s got his own arrangements for accomodation. I doubt I’ll see him before Council starts, he needs to calm down, as he hates leaving Xavvis, and with both him and me off planet he almost didn’t come.”

“Oh dear. Is he still annoyed with me for jaunting away from him like that?”

“If he is, there’s been plenty of other things since to upset him. If it wasn’t disrespectul, I’d say q’Liav’Amhar, the Emperor, has a really short fuse these days.”

“He can take his short fuse and stuff it up his…” started Victor, who resented slightly the time Kathy had to take with the old Xavvian.

“Vic!” laughed Kathy “Not in front of Tobe!”

“Oh, don’t worry” said her former pet. “I often feel the same way about the old gentleman myself. Now I don’t mean to rush things, but it’s only hours until Council, and I need you to bring me up to date. I imagine there are some things I need to know about that weren’t safe to comm, even encrypted.”

The three setlled in for mutual briefings, conscious of the time ticking away, and making plans for there own appearances at Council.

Having waited the allowed time, Open Mind phased back into his formal Council form. Calling for order, he intoned the rite that introduces the Summoned to the Council. This involved more than just a reading of the names. Each entity was described in such a way as to leave no room for mistaken identity. For some species of Council, this included mind/soul impressions, extrusions into other dimensions, and even what may be called by some time travel.

With each introduction, an image of the Summoned floated in front of Open Mind.

As Open Mind got to the introduction of Xol, Xol leaned forward and asked, “Is that really necessary for me? I think everyone here knows exactly who I am.”

Open Mind could have insisted on protocol. Even though he had a seat on Council, Xol was Summoned. The assembled Council eagerly waited for a ruling, as this would set precedent for countless ages to come.

“Xol of Kel,” Open Mind answered, “You are in the unique position of being both Council and Summoned. Never before in the history of The Planet of Peace has such a situation existed. You and your exploits are also quite well known among this Council. In fact, certain members, myself included, were present at the events that led to your Treaty. That treaty is the only example of Council ever ceding right of dominion over its members to an individual species.

“Still, the very reason for this Assembly is tied up with the Summoning of you, Xol of Kel. The importance of this Council Assembly is like few other previous meetings. The very existence of certain species, even certain realities, is at stake. I would not want any misunderstanding of anything to any member of Council.

“But, each Council member has rights. And the Treaty spells out even more. So. I forgo protocol. Xol of Kel may introduce himself.”

The near chaos which resulted from this ruling was manifested in a number of ways throughout the Hall, some physical, some metaphysical. To those non Council who had been gathering in the Hall to see a public Assembly of Council (some refer to it merely as Council), it looked like a vision of their supposed afterlife. And not the good one. An almost physical storm appeared to be brewing with the Hall itself. Images of fear and hate along with confusion seemed to battle with other images of acceptance, tolerance, and true love of neighbour.

After allowing the storm to rage for a brief while, Open Mind was satisfied that the vital importance of this Council was missed by no one. Phasing partly into his home dimension, he became a pillar of fire and light to onlookers. The light flowed from him like a wind, pushing back the dark and violent storm. Soon, the entire Hall was filled with a brilliance of glowing jasper. The yellow light then shifted to a blue-white, bathing everyone in the Hall from all directions. Every being in the Hall, from smallest to great in power, was totally illuminated. Shafts of slightly brighter luminance emanated from every sentient in attendance. Those not awed and who were paying close attention would have noticed some interesting things about this phenomenon and who (or what) was affected by it.

Seeing that he again had control of the floor, Open Mind ended his spectacle, reverting the Hall back into the simple grandeur of an Assembly of Council.

Again, he spoke, “Xol of Kel, Council and Summoned, please introduce yourself.”

Dr. Uumellmahaye sat against the tall green cube and looked asleep in her chair but was still in her trance. Her left head said, without opening her eyes, “She’s waking up now. Brace for a startled awakening.” Soren gently switched from holding Danielle’s hand to bracing both arms. Danielle suddenly sat up and snapped her eyes open. Soren was surprised and pushed toward her legs but he held her arms well enough to prevent them from flailing about.

“Storms of the minds - too much - I didn’t - I,” she rattled off and Soren loosed his grip as he felt her trying to shield her eyes.

“Danielle it’s Soren. You’re safe. You’re with me. You’re okay,” Soren spoke smoothly. Danielle looked up into his face and collapsed against him. “Oh, Soren, it was amazing. But I - I killed him and I didn’t,” she trailed off into sobs.

The speaker on the tall green cube said, “She has integrated her experience for now.” Dr. Uumellmahaye stretched in her chair and stood. Her right head said, “She is a strong woman and has an adventurous spirit. She has welcomed understanding her experience.” Danielle’s sobbing subsided and she even looked up.

“Do I know you?” she said to Dr. Uumellmahaye. “Yes. You and I and Dr. Hfuhruhurr,” she said, gesturing to the cube, “have been on your journey. Talk to Soren here and rest. We will continue as soon as new memories come to the surface.” Danielle smiled and seemed to just accept it all. Dr. Uumellmahaye spoke to Soren, “She has a vague memory of us as observers on her journey. Dr. Hfuhruhurr has been invaluable in understanding the strange world of energies she visited. And we have helped her gain familiar points of reference to understand the experience.” Dr. Uumellmahaye left head continued, “She’ll relate some of it now and more after each period of rest. We’ll return when the monitors show she is sleeping again and we’ll continue her sensory integration.” And the right ended, “Take care Danielle. We’ll see you later.”

Dr. Uumellmahaye walked toward the door and the green cube followed. A yellow-green jellyfish floated toward the edge, “I’ve enjoyed working with you doctor and I hope to do so again.” Their conversation faded as they left the room.

Soren turned to Danielle and Danielle smiled weakly. “I have so much to tell you.” She gave him a big hug. “That realm is a world full of people. It’s a fantastic place, powered by our crystals and giving power to our crystals, but” and she began to sob again. “Because I was so damn eager I plunged ahead and my storm killed a man.”

Soren gently interrupted, “But you never left the core. How could you have done anything?” Danielle could talk because in the other realm she had already gone through most of the guilt and fear. “My mind somehow traveled there and back. I lived there for weeks, I think. We’re all the storms that both provide power and wreak such chaos in their world. Some even worship us.” A dry dead laugh punctuated that point. “In my eagerness my first storm killed that poor shepard,” and she pulled away, grabbed his shoulders and looked him in the eye, “but, that second time was controlled and orderly. That time it was like a visitation and that’s how it can always be. An ordered mind and a ritual or chant to focus a pattern onto the crystal can use it without creating a killer storm…” Danielle’s eyes seemed to focus through Soren.

Soren knew she was getting caught up in her ideas again, “Okay, hold on, hold on. Start from the beginning. You remember that trip to Risa you tried to tell me about and it sounded at first like you had sex with a giant panda?” She stopped abruptly and laughed, “Are you ever going to let me live that down? You’re right, you’re right,” she sighed. “Where to start…” and she began.