Wind and Sand

August 4 - Al Raqis

"The Princess of Swords represents the earthy part of Air, the fixation of the volatile. She brings about the materialization of Idea. She represents the influence of Heaven upon Earth...."

"...She is firm and aggressive, with great practical wisdom and subtlety in material things. She shews great cleverness and dexterity in the management of practical affairs, especially where they are of a controversial nature. She is very adroit in the settlement of controversies." - The Book of Thoth

-----

There is a wind that blows from the south. A hot, dry wind that pushes ahead of itself clouds of sand and dust. It presses forward relentlessly, reshaping the desert and slowly fashioning the rocks, before exhausting itself and dissolving in the Great Eastern Desert Basin.

Situated where they are on the edge of this system the settlements of Al Raqis and Splintered Rock are spared the worst of this punishment. The chain of mountains flanking the Wadi Emet are our salvation.

There are days however when the wind will not be denied. On those days, sandstorms descend upon Al Raqis bringing all sensible business to a standstill.

But on gentler days - such as today - it trickles into the settlements. A spray of sand spreading a thin carpet upon the flagstones, catching the prints of one's boots as one crosses the square, only to brush them away with the next breath.

I was making my way across the plaza from the public vaporator and harvester, when I happened upon Consulari Jai Raghilda, representative of the Zenobian government on Al Raqis. The lower part of her face wrapped to protect her from the elements. Recognizable by her height and characteristic crimson cloak.

"Consulari Raghilda," I greeted her pleasantly.



"Major, Greetings." She removed her face covering to talk.

"You are looking well," I added cheerfully.

"Thank you," she replied, "Good thoughts, clean living. LOTS of moisturizer."

"Indeed," I acknowledged, "the air here is remarkably dry."

"Like living mummification," she agreed.

"Did you have time to discuss any security concerns?" I asked.

Her time was short, and the Consulari was concerned that she could be called away at any moment. So we launched into the agenda with deliberate speed.

"Mercedes showed up on the security monitor just now,"  she began. "Well, since yesterday..."

"Really," I asked, "Here in Al Raqis?"

"Yes," she replied, "And she has a ship parked in Eavesdown..."

I considered this information.

"...and she has been seen in Hale," added the Consulari.

"Perhaps Umbrella is again expanding its business..." I suggested. It was a legitimate corporation after all.

"Who knows?" she replied.

"I believe Dr. Qui is still in residence here," I remarked.

"Yes, as is Mirra and Trish," she confirmed, "Mirra Zanzibar from the Bihar Museum, and TrishShar Xaris, an occasional prospector here...."

"I met Ms. Zanzibar just the other day," I interjected.

"...Lynx has his own residence here in the under village."

I smiled, "Oh splendid. I must see him while I am in town."

"Ah, nice. I had tea with Mirra and Trish. They showed me some cards they are trying to track down."

"Cards?" I asked.



"Evidently the first tarot deck."

We were interrupted by a passerby, before I could comment.

"Greetings," he began, "Can you tell me how one might get to highpoint?"

The Consulari replied politely, "Go to the landing bay up the stairs here to your left. There is a shuttle every two minutes."

"Thank you," replied the stranger, "Good day."

I smiled pleasantly until he was on his way, then I asked my question, "Tarot, you say?"

"Yes, 16th century." answered the Consulari, "I don't think that is a local matter."

"The Visconti Sforza deck?"

"That's the one. Two actually," she replied. "Have you see the door they delivered?"

"No, I have not seen the artifact... well, since it arrived." The Bai was working on its restoration the day I visited Bihar.

"It is up in the Keep," explained the Consulari.



"A few things you should know," she continued, "we hired a native girl to service our vaporator..."

"Okay."

"...and someone has been talking with HAL."

"I will have personnel arriving over the next few weeks," I informed her.

"Oh, who?" she asked.

"Security personnel in anticipation of the formal meeting with the Magistrate."

"I see," she replied, "Okay. Should we set up bunks in one of the residences?"

"That would be helpful," I admitted.

"I will talk to Zeno about it," she announced.

I nodded. She was referring to the Zenobian Manager of Estates and Properties, another Trade Association alumni.

"Not too many disturbances lately," observed the Consulari.

"Fortunate."

She continued, "I was concerned about someone talking with HAL. I will talk to Qui about moving him."

She referred to the Artificial Intelligence I spoke with in Alliance Lab 81. A copy was located here in her office on Al Raqis.

"Do we know who?" I asked.

"I don't," she replied, "Qui might. I only know because he dropped me a wave."

"I would like to meet our doctor," I admitted.

"Maybe it is safe to move HAL back to Zenobia," suggested the Consulari.

I nodded. Things had settled down at home. The partisan politics that characterized Zenobian domestic politics was currently at an ebb.

"I will suggest Qui contact the offworld warden, Rose," she added.



"How would you like the security forces represented?" I asked, "We will be committing troops from the Zenobian Division of the UAP as well as Aegis personnel."

"Goodness," she exclaimed, "how many?"

"As many as you believe necessary," I gave her a half smile, "after all you are the politician here...."

Jai Raghilda shook her head, "Still not used to thinking of myself as a politician. Have you contacted Colonel Collins or the Chief Magistrate?

"I hope to be meeting with each of them soon," I replied, "And you and I can meet again soon, at your convenience, to discuss treaty initiatives with the USD."

"I don't know his schedule," she remarked, "You should wave him and find out his schedule. You might want to speak with Manda. She had a long discussion with the Colonel about comparative internal matters."

"Excellent," I said, "I will be here a few weeks."

"OOH," she said suddenly, "almost forgot. I accidentally parachuted into their secured compound."

I was surprised, "You do get around...."

"I am proud to say I am an expert skydiver," she boasted, "I use my EVA safety tether for pinpoint accuracy. If I can get within 96 meters, I can hit the target exactly."

"Were they concerned with having a visitor....er, drop in on them?" I asked.

"Mostly just indignant," she replied.

I nodded. I'll bet.

Blood and Spice

July 30 - Al Raqis

"I sall goe until a hare
Wi sorrow and such mickle care
I sall goe in the devil's name
An while I come home again." - The Fabled Hare

-----

"Hello," I began, "Welcome to Al Raqis."

The stranger smiled innocently enough, "You have a flying machine."

I had been servicing my shuttle craft on the small landing pads close to the Zenobian compound, when the stranger had approached. She was a surprising sight. Very tall with large ears mounted on the top of her head. She had yellow facial fur and a rounded muzzle. Hypnotic eyes. A long bushy tail, and paws rather than feet completed the image.

"Yes I do," I replied, "I have just arrived myself. I have visited here before, of course. My planet has an embassy here."

The stranger inhaled deeply as if catching my scent as she looked me over with reddish pink eyes.

"Is this your first trip to the Mu Draconis system?" I asked, probing in my own way.

"Yes..nice..very nice," she replied. She opened her coat to reveal a number of pouches of raw spice.

"What have you there?" I asked, "Do you harvest spice?"

The stranger looked around to see if anyone was watching and she casually reached into her coat.

I tensed slightly in case she produced a weapon. She was a very large being, clearly out weighing me. A bladed weapon with such a form would cleave me in two. A gun shot at this range would kill me. If she proved to be some sort of assassin, I would have to be quick and drop from the landing pad, taking my chances with the fall and the desert below.

Instead, the stranger produced a small pouch of raw spice and offered it to me.

"May I give you some water for this?" I said in return.

She accepted the payment without a word.

"It is important to keep yourself hydrated here," I advised. I opened my canteen and took a sip of water. Already thirsty from the talk.

After a moment, I passed her my water bottle.

The stranger just grinned, her strangely hypnotic eyes never wandering, "Thank you..but I prefer my drinks a little darker. We can talk about that later though."

"Darker?" I asked, "Ah careful, alcohol will dry you out."

She offered a second pouch of raw spice and I, in turn, gave her more water.

"So," she asked, licking her lips, "tell me about yourself. I was watching from a distance. You seem like an important person."

"Oh, I wouldn't say important," I said dismissively, "I am acting security consultant for one of the Great Houses here. I travel a great deal. And yourself?" I asked in return, "What is your trade?"

"Heh," she replied, "I was on Necronom for a bit. Things didn't go as planned. I ended up here."

"I have been there," I remarked. First, to investigate the source of the obsidian trade and then later to meet Mercedes Celestalis. It was a dangerous environment.

The stranger winced as the setting sun hit her, "The UV is brutal here. Might we go inside?"

"Yes, of course," I answered, "Come this way.

-----

I led the way to the Manor House. It housed meeting rooms and offices of the Consulari and her staff. There was a private hanger on the roof.

"Please make yourself comfortable," I said as I removed my mask and goggles. "Would you like some wine?"

The stranger grinned, "Wine?..mmm, I like the crimson nectar."

Before I could reply, I heard a voice from behind me.

"Namaste."

We were joined by a slender woman wearing a sari. She looked vaguely familiar.

"Ah! Hello," I said.

"Am I interrupting you?" asked the newcomer.

"Not at all... please join us," I invited her, "We were just getting out of the heat."

"Even at night, the heat is oppressive here," commented the newcomer.

"Yes," I agreed. I introduced myself to them both, "I'm Major Siamendes."

"Pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Mirra Zanzibar from the Bihar Museum."

The stranger grinned, looking over Ms. Zanzibar and again inhaling deeply, "Mmm..nice..I see you both have kept yourself from darker influences."

"We've passed each other before," remarked Ms. Zanzibar.

"Oh! I believe we have met," I said with sudden recognition, "Such a long time ago. Yes, in the church in the Northern Provinces of Zenobia. I didn't recognize you at first.... I remember your skin to be blue."

"A ceremonial skin paint," explained Ms. Zanzibar.

I nodded finally understanding.

Ms. Zanzibar elaborated, "It takes a long time for the Kumari dyes to wear out of the skin."

"Well, it is fortuitous to meet you here..." I began.

"I am a guest of the Embassy, museum work," she explained.

"...I need to arrange to have some antiquities authenticated. May I get either of you a drink?" I added.

"Are the antiquities here or Zenobia?" asked Ms. Zanzibar.

"They are in secure holding," I replied.

"I would appreciate some water if there is any spare. Glasse or ordinaire is fine," she said answering my question.

"Certainly. And for you....?" I asked the stranger, "I'm sorry I didn't catch your name."

The stranger stared directly into my eyes, "They call me 'Jup'. Heh..silly name isn't it?"

"Jup," I repeated, "Not silly at all..... I am called Pepper. Would you like a drink Jup?"

Mirra Zanzibar sipped the purified water, "Thank you, Major."

"You are welcome Ms. Zanzibar."

Jup licked the two bumps under her upper lip, "Yes, yes I would...It's been soo long..."

I frowned slightly. "If you are a blood drinker, the hospital is next door."

Ms. Zanzibar blinked.

Jup straighten up. "What..what would give you that idea?..I've just been so..thirsty lately."

I addressed the rabbit.

"Crimson nectar," I repeated, "Drink a little darker?... your strangely hypnotic eyes... I make my living by deduction. I am with the Special Investigations Unit with the Alliance Military."

A heartbeat.

"I can offer you wine," I added.

"Are you at liberty to say what business brings you to Al Raqis?" asked Ms. Zanzibar.

I poured a glass of red wine for Jup and set it on the table near her. "I am indeed," I replied.

"A military woman," remarked Jup, "It must be rough being in such a male oriented field. That can be soo brutal."

"I am acting security consultant for House Zenobia," I explained.

"Intriguing," replied the authenticator.

I addressed Jup's comment, "It's not that bad in our system. There are quite a number of women in our services." I continued, "I am hoping to contact a number of organizations while here."

"I did not know you were attached to the embassy," remarked Ms. Zanzibar, "The Bai would have contacted you about the door we delivered."

"I only just today arrived," I said, "I am also hoping to contact the Navigator's Guild while in the Mu Draconis system."

Easier said than done, as it turned out.

The rabbit sipped her wine, "Mm..lovely. A ..very good year."

"I'm glad you like it Jup," I said with a smile.

She stared into my eyes, "I never was disciplined enough to enlist. More of a night owl. A club goer."

"I went to a club once," added Ms. Zanzibar politely.

"I had an older brother in the military," I explained, "Seemed natural to follow. Ms. Zanzibar, are you staying here at the embassy?"

"Yes," she replied, "in the neighboring compound."

I nodded. The older Zenobian embassy buildings are now guest houses.

"And Jup," I asked, "are you staying on world?"

Jup took another sip of her red wine, "You will see me about. I don't sleep much anymore."

Mirra Zanzibar continued, "The Bai also came by and an eccentric professor is in residence also."

"Professor?" I asked, "Dr. Qui perhaps?"

"Dr. Qui Serendipity," she confirmed, "that was the name."

I smiled, "Ah excellent. I will have to introduce myself."

"The professor...." she said cautiously, "....has a random stream of consciousness."

I raised an eyebrow.

She elaborated, "I had difficulty discerning what subject he was referring to."

Jup turned her gaze toward Ms. Zanzibar, "So..is it true the spice actually extends life?"

"I am no expert on spice, I am afraid," I admitted.

"The desert spice is a universal geriatric, and can extend life at great expense," said Ms. Zanzibar with some authority, "But at any dosage higher than the minimum is a lifetime commitment."

Jup leaned in closer, "Really?..At what cost?"

I suddenly noticed I was feeling rather tired. I hadn't realized the lateness of the hour.

"Oh, you will both have to excuse me," I said and I placed my glass on the low table.

"You just arrived," answered Ms. Zanzibar, "no doubt still feeling the effects of space lag."

"Indeed." I was travel weary. It must have shown.

"I mostly keep the evening and night hours here," added Ms. Zanzibar, "easier to deal with the heat."

Jup grinned, "As do I."

Mirra Zanzibar continued, "We will speak again and we can discuss what you need authenticated."

"Yes please," I replied, "And Jup, help yourself to more wine." I stood up. "Good night to you both."

"Namaste," said Ms. Zanzibar.

As I left the Manor House, they resumed their conversation. I could hear them as I passed by the window.

Jup's voice, "So..tell me more of this spice addiction."

"The desert spice has a transformational effect," replied Mirra Zanzibar, "And thus over a certain minimum there is fatal withdrawal, usually rapid aging, but mostly cellular deterioration...."

I would have liked to stay. The topic was timely, bearing relevance to the process Audrey Aurotharius had endured at the hands of her father.

But as I walked in the night air I realized how profoundly tired I felt. And when I did finally lie down on my bed, I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Return to Al Raqis

July 30 - Splintered Rock, Al Raqis

"Well, in our country," said Alice, still panting a little, "you'd generally get to somewhere else -- if you ran very fast for a long time, as we've been doing."

"A slow sort of country!" said the Queen. "Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place."

- Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There

-----

According to the Red Queen hypothesis, first proposed by evolutionary biologist, Leigh Van Valen, in 1973, in order for any given species to survive it must adapt or change at the same rate of its environment and the other species with which it is co-evolving. Basically, a system has to keep forward momentum in order to maintain a stable position. In evolutionary terms: change along with everything else or face extinction.

I maintain that it is also an apt metaphor for my workload. My own little treadmill. Even with regular case closure, I have to keep up with the pace or risk ending up on the floor.

-----

It was well into the afternoon when I arrived on Al Raqis. The landing tube was empty as most people were indoors sensibly keeping out of the heat.

The first thing I did was fill up on water even though my destination was a short walk away. I then equipped myself with breather mask and sand goggles - my hydrosuit was already underneath my uniform - and set off across the market.

The House Zenobia compound, set as it was on the edge of the Al Raqis region in close proximity to the landing tube on Splintered Rock, had been nicknamed "Little Belgium" by some. Any force invading the Al Raqis settlement from the large Splintered Rock spaceport would have to march across the compound to reach the Al Raqi administrative centre, rather than risk the open desert. It put Zenobia on the front lines of any hypothetical invasion of the area.

Each of the Great Houses that are given residency here on Al Raqis have also been granted warehouse space for the promotion of trade.

Before heading indoors to my temporary quarters in the auxiliary, I stopped by the warehouse to review the situation with an eye towards security.

Tucked just inside the door were ten cases of wine. From the look of the label it belonged to the Magistrate. What it was doing here was a mystery.

In a feeble attempt at framing us, there had already been a charge of water theft levelled at our House from one of the minor houses, soon after we opened our embassy. No surprise, I suppose, that wine would follow water. I sent a message to the Consulari's office to inform her. She did well uncovering the source of the original water theft.

In my quarters, I changed out of my Alliance uniform into the clothes of a desert traveller. My robes still held the beguiling scent of desert spice from my days of harvesting the substance, so many months ago now.

-----

A few things had changed since my last trip to Al Raqis.

The central core of the settlement, in the area that Faith Industries had vacated, was now occupied by House Velas. While the warehouse itself was currently vacant, the manor house and surrounding auxiliary buildings breathed wealth and luxury. Close to shops and offices, and across from the smaller Al Raqi spaceport, it was a prime location for any Noble House with cosmopolitan inclinations.

A side street led to a companion Guild house and other smaller structures.

House Kira, with its connections to the Imperial Scouts, was located just past the courthouse. As one might expect from such a powerful House, the warehouse was bursting with product. It was also fitted with a security gate that could be lowered in case of a crisis. We would do well to adopt a similar system.

If our hypothetical invading force decided to press an attack through the landing pads in Al Raqis, in order to circumvent the obstacles of an assault from Splintered Rock, they would have Imperial Scouts with which to contend. In addition, they would have elements of Zenobian house guard waiting at its back.

Beyond the House Kira compound and up a set of narrow stone steps were offices of the United Systems Directorate, the Manor House of House Bondar, and a residence belonging to the Registered Companion Calina Tereshchenko.

Down this narrow passage, and across a very exposed bridge, lay the Keep of the Magistrate of Al Raqis.

I paused on the bridge itself and looked out to the vast desert. What distant settlements lay in this unreachable, impassable wasteland?

-----

I would think that the Red Queen effect, or a mechanism much like it, also applies on a group level, to cultures and other forms of human organization.

Take the example of an indigenous population such as the desert people of Al Raqis. Happily living their lives according to traditional ways until the arrival of the Great Houses and sundry offworld corporations.

With the appearance of a new cultural system bent on exerting itself, whether through imposition or ingratiation, comes the pressure to conform or be marginalized on one's own world. Change or die.

Naturally, they will choose to resist. Cultural assimilation means extinction too.

It is only with the passage of time do people forsake the old ways, abandoning the forms of their ancestors, as notions of normalcy shift like the sands of the desert itself.

And what form will this resistance take?

Armed conflict? Perhaps. If one can make the cost of staying high enough, an occupying force will eventually pack up its bags and go home. I tend to think it is ultimately counterproductive. Attrition cuts both ways after all.

Besides, the real danger comes through contact itself.

And once they start building colonies, it is just a matter of time. Children are born with no other home that this one. These children grow up. They end up defending their home. Who is the native population then?

On earlier visit to the Mu Draconis system, I had seen signs of the desert peoples themselves. Now they are rarely seen in the main settlements. They seem to have withdrawn into the deep, deep desert where no outworlder can travel.

I actually met Lady Reiko Soyinka once. Proud and intelligent. Fearless. She was the only person, I might add, from Al Raqis that admitted she knew of whom I spoke, when I asked about Ardra Aurotharius.

Most others would just look up at the sky and say they knew nothing.

The Confession of Svetlana Pleides (Part Two)

July 24 - Paquin

"I think that about covers things," I said, "I have the weapon you used and the suit you wore. There is a clerk from the Prosecutor's office who can review details of Witness Protection with you."

"Da," acknowledged Svetlana, "but again.. frangibles don't do well with ballistics anyway...and the suit, you wanted the boots."

"I am here," said a new voice. Putting out her cigarette, Cat Massenberg entered the room.

With Svetlana's allocution of the facts surrounding the case completed, we could now move on to the other items on the agenda.

"Thanks for showing up devushka," greeted Svetlana.

Baby Anastasia was also clearly pleased to see Cat, enjoying all the kissy faces she received.

"No worries Miss," replied Cat.

Svetlana handed her the child.

More chairs arrived, followed by an Alliance trooper checking on the building.

It was Macarthur. He nodded towards me.

I returned the nod.

Svetlana tensed up, and Tillery looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

I did not comment. Instead, I returned to Svetlana's earlier remark, "You asked about why we wanted your weapon."

"Da, frangibles are useless for ballistics," she repeated.

"In effect, you are turning yourself in to the authorities," I explained, "and in return you are being granted full immunity and witness protection in exchange for your assistance should your testimony become needed against those responsible for the actions on Shadow."

She nodded, "And a new suit! You take my old one. I need replacement. Without boots, space suit is useless. Without suit, I am grounded, ...that is not good."

Anastasia frowned a little, perhaps because she wanted some attention.

"The witness protection program will include a stipend," I added, "to help you and your family start a new life."

"A Dragos. Not one of those cheap Jeppensens, where you need replace the seals every quarter!"

"Certainly," I agreed. It was a small request in the big picture.

"The stipends... will probably not be necessary," she added.

"As you wish. You are entitled to start up money at least."

Svetlana smiled, "Well, if we must take it."

The baby must have liked Mummy's smile because suddenly she seemed happy to try talking. No more quiet!

My investigation was now concluded. "I am sure someone here from the court would be better to discuss the details with you if you would like. I can only say it can be difficult leaving an old life behind."

Svetlana sighed, "Not especially..."

Cat Massenberg smiled at the remark.

Glancing at Tillery, Svetlana continued, "I... I am in some trouble in Botany Bay.. getting out would be a good idea..."

Tillery just sighed heavily.

"Long story short," she said, "I am doing time for fomenting the most inept slave revolt in history, and being public annoyance."

"I had heard about the revolt," I acknowledged.

Anastasia relaxed and settled down quietly.

Svetlana planted her face in her palms, "Was not.. was not much of a revolt.. but the authorities there have no sense of humor nor is the idea of freedom of speech well respected."

Tillery just shook his head.

"A girl got hurt," added Svetlana, "I got upset. I was shooting off my mouth, and the authorities there....Well, is of no matter for now.."

"The papers we will be providing you," I informed them, "for both you and your child, will be genuine and matched to your biometrics."

"And Cat here," reminded Svetlana.

"They will be new identities," I explained, "Not false ones."

"Karesho, karesho..," she replied.

I nodded. "Do either of you have any questions?"

Svetlana sighed heavily, "I have to ask why you did not contact me earlier.. or Kepten Valiant..."

Did she mean as witness to the events on Shadow?

"Faith is still at large," I replied, "although a warrant has been issued for his arrest."

She tensed up, "You have to find him first."

She understood the danger.

"And," I added, "we are interested in those for whom he acted. Crimes such as the bombardment of Shadow are never that act of one man."

"Faith is acting for someone?" she asked, "I thought he was behind it! The destruction of Shadow, I thought Wirefly worked for him. At least three ships..."

"Wirefly was part of it," I allowed, "We are certain."

"That I only find out later," she continued, "I didn't realize Wirefly was connected to Shadow's bombing."

"The truth will come out eventually," I said.

"Da," she smiled mischievously, "after you and I are dead and buried."

I sighed but with a smile, "Then someone else will continue the work."

I was supremely confident of this for I knew that I was part of something larger than myself.

Svetlana nodded, her own smile fading.

The baby appeared to be getting tired once again.

"Anything else we can do for you?" I asked charitably.

"Uh.. nyet.. not that I am knowing..not that I can think of.." Then she asked, "Oh.. by the way, how is Lynx doing?"

"Lynx?" I asked. Her question caught me completely off guard.

"He is fine thank you. Recovering well," I frowned a little and looked at Tillery.

"Karesho, karesho," she replied. "Glad to hear. I know he was pretty banged up."

"Did Tillery tell you about him?" I asked her the question but at the same time looked at Tillery for a response.

"Uh... I, uh... was it you?" asked Svetlana, "or Shepherd Cursa?"

"What about him specifically?" asked Tillery.

"That he was injured," I said, still puzzled.

"In Eavesdown," added Svetlana, "Pretty badly... as I recall."

"Yes," I confirmed, "He was shot in the back."

"Oh yeah.. but it miss his spine, da?"

"Yes, that's right."

Svetlana Pleides just nodded.

I could hear other voices in the hall as court officials began to arrive.

"Well," I concluded, "if there is nothing else."

Svetlana turned to look at Ana in Cat's arms, "I cannot think of anything else."

Cat Massenberg whispered, "Would you like her back Miss?"

"Da.." Svetlana held out her arms. Anastasia was delighted with this new development.

"Good luck to you both," I said, as we all rose from our chairs.

"Too much purple," mumbled Cat as she looked around.

"Hush devushka," said Svetlana, "Be nice."

Cat replied, "Yes Miss."

-----

Trooper Gage Macarthur met me in the lobby. Svetlana and Cat lingered upstairs.

"Major."

"Trooper."

Tillery left the elevator tube and passed us on the way to the exit. He nodded at Macarthur.

"Sir," replied Gage respectfully.

"I'll talk to you later, Pepper," said Tillery.

"Yes Tillery," I replied.

He climbed into his waiting limousine and sped away. I watched him leave.

"How'd the confession go Ma'am?" It was Macarthur asking.

"It went well," I admitted. By the book, in fact. Still...

Macarthur nodded.

"That closes the Wirefly murder," I said finally.

I always feel a little empty after a case has closed. In some ways, there is no substitute for the thrill of the hunt.

To the casual observer, it might look as though Svetlana Pleides got away with murder.

She did not regret her actions. That was irrelevant. That sort of theatre is for the courtroom anyway.

But no, she admitted to her guilt and handed herself over to the authorities. She agreed to cooperate with her case and in the case against Faith. In addition, she answered some key questions about Wirefly.

In return, she has been returned to the protection of the State.

The State is satisfied.

And as for my own concerns, it meant that now Svetlana Pleides, witness to the crimes of Shadow, was back in circulation. Instead of hiding out in a distant location far away from traffic, she was travelling the Verse on a new Alliance passport. Going places no uniform can go.

And that meant another pair of eyes in the hunt for William Faith.

The Confession of Svetlana Pleides (Part One)

July 24 - Paquin

"Man is condemned to be free. Condemned because he did not create himself, yet is nevertheless at liberty, and from the moment he is thrown into this world he is responsible for everything he does." Jean-Paul Sartre

-----

"I have what you requested," began Svetlana Pleides, "although I do not see what use it will be."

We stood outside the courthouse, not far from where I had met Ceasar just one day before.

"Thank you," I said, "There are a few small steps left in the process..."

"So... my office, UAP tower or here at the courthouse?" asked Tillery.

"We can meet here," I replied, although really there were few options. The process had now taken over.

Svetlana brought in some items we requested. She now had to answer some questions about the murder, fill in some details. After that we would be joined by her companion, Cat Massenberg, and the particulars of the witness protection program would be reviewed.

As we entered the building, Svetlana started to look a bit nervous, glancing around and holding her daughter, Anastasia, tightly. The baby began to whine.

"Uh, is there place I can... I can change her?" she asked.

"Certainly," I replied.

"Well, um, not here," said Tillery, "There's no place to change her here."

"Table... workbench...," pleaded Svetlana.

"Oh Tillery," I said, "we can find a spot...even here on the bench."

I indicated a bench at the rear of one courtroom. The law serves the people after all, and this little person needed changing.

Svetlana sat down, lay her daughter out in her lap, and began unfastening the clothes to access the diaper. Anastasia seemed happier already.

As Svetlana dug into the smaller of her two bags for a fresh diaper, she said, "In the bag...you find my suit... and my gun."

"Thank you," I replied politely.

The baby's tummy began to growl.

Svetlana murmured, "Just attend to one end..."

"Shall we head upstairs where it is more comfortable?" I suggested.

"Would be a good idea," Tillery agreed.

"Da," echoed Svetlana, "Can one of you get this? the duffle?"

"I've got it," offered Tillery.

I moved in and collected the bag. "I have it," I said. It was kind of Tillery to offer but this bag contained the murder weapon.

We made our way to the elevator and from there to the second floor. I carried the duffle bag. Svetlana cradled Ana as she walked.

"Ladies first," said Tillery.

-----

"Please take a seat."

Svetlana plopped herself down into the chair, still holding her sleeping daughter to her breast. I sat opposite her. Tillery sat at right angle to us both.

"The next step in the process is quite straight forward..." I began.

She interrupted, "And I get immunity for everything I say today, right?"

"Yes exactly," I confirmed, "You will not be charged for any and all actions connected to the death of Dr. Wirefly."

She continued, "And if I discuss other matters today.. you cannot prosecute for that either.."

"Other matters?" I asked.

Tillery looked at Svetlana.

She explained, "I don't know what you will ask or what will come up.. I just need to make sure that anything that gets discussed today is past. I don't get in any more trouble."

I clarified, "You have been granted what is called transactional immunity - also known as 'blanket' or 'total' immunity - which completely protects you from future prosecution for crimes related to your testimony."

"Okay, that is for record. I assume the recorders are on."

"Yes," I replied. They were on long before this moment.

Svetlana Pleides nodded.

I started my questioning. "Please begin with how you knew Dr. Wirefly was at Gateway Station."

Svetlana sighed, "Well, I had a business doing small package transport. Ran into him at Trafalgar really.. I think. He did not recognize me. I look right into his eyes and he had no clue who I was."

The baby began to relax and was quiet now. She began to rub her little eyes as her eyelids got heavy.

I listened to Svetlana.

She continued, "I copy his info. He was having something delivered to his office, I am not even knowing what. Sent him a wave. It was picture of my belly, no face.. nothing to tie to me.. with note saying we should talk. I was what ? five months along at the time?"

I nodded.

"uh... what else what else..." she said to herself.

"The note," I prompted, "handwritten?"

"Was wave," she explained, "typed, electronical.. but secure worm.. you know, self erases."

Again I nodded.

"Should be no trace of the message content or picture file," she added, "Well.. except for this..."

She passed me a data crystal.

"And then what happened?" I asked, "how did he respond?"

"He set up late night meeting at his office on Gateway. He send me coordinates."

I plugged the crystal into my wrist pad to view the image.

"Do you recall what he said in his return message?" I asked, "if he said anything."

"Just meet him in his office," he replied, "at such and such a time, he would discuss."

That answered how she knew how to find Wirefly.

"Okay," I said, "So tell me what happened when you arrived at Gateway."

"It was dark, empty. like everyone gone home or to bed. ATC was in auto, so docking was no problem. I set down in hanger deck. I went to his office.
Mebbe looked around for a bit, nobody was there.. but him..."

I listened quietly. That fit the time frame as recorded in the automated airlock time log.

"So..." She looked down at her sleeping daughter, "I go in, he asks me what I want?"

"He still didn't recognize you," I asked.

"Nyet. He hired me to get killed. He was throwing my life and any future I would have.. away... and he just..... He didn't recognize me. So.. I shot him. Three shots, two in chest, one in head. He fall backward, out of wheelchair. Yeah, I shot cripple in wheel chair. He tried to kill me first and use a friend to do it. At least, I do myself to his face!"

Svetlana glared at me. I kept my face passive, maybe even sympathetic. Now was not the time to confront or challenge. Svetlana had agreed to talk and I wanted the information to flow.

She continued, "And I gave him back the bullet Cody put in me...and left."

"In your deposition, you mentioned the caliber and type of shell that you used."

"Da," she replied, "I shoot him with 45 caliber frangibles.. not a whimpy 9 millimeter like he had used on me."

"And did he happen to say anything else? before the end?"

"Uh.... 'Arrgg?' I think. He had a surprised look on his face, but then most people do with bullet in skull."

I ignored the last remark. "What was the order of the shots?" I asked clinically, "chest or head first?"

"Two in chest, one in head..two in chest first. He fall backward.. then I shoot him in head."

"Okay," I said. "After you placed the 9 mm bullet on the desk then what happened?"

"I turn... I get back to hanger deck. I leave station and break speed record for back to Botany Bay, just in time to see Boo Raliegh's ship come in, the Pink Lady."

"Did you happen to notice what Dr. Wirefly was working on at his desk?" I asked. My last question did not relate to her crime but rather the crimes of the man she had killed. She was, after all, the last person to see him alive.

Svetlana thought for a moment, then shook her head, "I was kind of pre-occupied with my own thing..."

-----

Trattoria di Testarossa

July 23 - Spinwheel City

He must be off work by now.

My fingers danced lightly upon the surface of the touch screen. It beeped and flashed in reply, saving my work and logging me off.

I stopped to have a word or two to another officer working at her desk, then made my way to street level.

----

"Pepper!"

I smiled, "Hi Ceasar."

"Still in uniform," he observed.

"Almost always," I replied cheerfully. "I'm in town to wrap up a case," I explained, "Are you on duty?"

"No. I'm off."

"Oh, wonderful." I glanced up at the building, "So this is the Hall of Justice?"

"Well, the local version of it," he replied, "You still on duty?"

"I can take a break. I'd like to see your office."

"Okay," he agreed, "It's off shift so not many people in town."

We entered the courthouse. Located on the city's central square, it was a modern construction. Sturdy marble columns flanked the wide entrance. Flags flapped proudly in the breeze.

"I'm sorry I had to rush out of town the last time," I apologized as we crossed the lobby. It still bothered me and I wanted to say something.

Ceasar grinned, "Don't worry about it."

We made our way to the elevator and descended one level.

"This way to the office. Over here."

He led me passed a row of desks to a good sized office situated behind a glass partition. Computer and file cabinets. A healthy amount of space. It gave the impression of practicality and efficiency. There were no personal decorations to speak of as yet.

"I'm still making it mine," he explained.

I smiled, "It's very nice."

"Gets the job done. You hungry?

"Yes... yes I am." I admitted.

"I know a good place," he assured me, "It's just down the street."

-----

"Trattoria di Testarossa," announced Ceasar as we walked through the door. "Have a seat."

I looked around the restaurant. Bright. Cheerful. Informal. Light pine furniture and a vine leaf pattern on the floor. It was very pleasing. I'll bet this place was the darling of the lunch crowd.

As a matter of habit, we chose a table in the middle of the room. Between us, we had full view of the entire establishment and all possible entry points.

"Can you talk about the case?" asked Ceasar.

"In general terms," I replied, "A simple revenge killing. The suspect has agreed to an offer in exchange for testimony on someone really bad."

"The Faith case?" he ventured.

"The suspect is a survivor of Shadow," I confirmed.

"It's a miracle there's many of those."

"Yes," I agreed, "this person was on the station when it was targeted..."

Ceasar ordered a sake. "Anything for you?"

"Red wine please."

"Gods. They're lucky then."

Our drinks arrived promptly. I have no illusions. The uniform helps.

"It is my hope," I began, "that someday, after we see Faith behind bars... that we can hold truth and reconciliation hearings about what happened on Shadow...."

"Assuming people are interested in either," remarked Ceasar dryly.

"...give people a chance to speak out and start healing."

Our dinner approached, preceded by a vanguard of delicious aromas.

Soft warm bread. A hint of garlic butter.

My pizza was thin and crispy. Baked over a wood fire. Fresh mushrooms, sweet onion, and thin layer of tomato sauce and imported cheeses.

Ceasar's sushi was a pallet of colour. Spring like greens. Snow white rice wrapped in coal black seaweed. Bright orange and pale rose toppings.

Everything we ordered and a few extra side dishes. Little treats from the kitchen.

"Big servings here," I remarked.

"Did any of the crimes take place here?" asked Ceasar.

"Not that I am aware of so far, but there is something that you can help with."

"Sure," he replied.

"Three names were logged on the Colchester computer. A group of men had visited before we did. Can you run them through the police database?" I asked.

"Not a problem."

"Let me write them down." I wrote out the names on a page torn from my notebook and passed it to Ceasar.

He took the paper and looked it over. "I recognize one of them."

"Oh? Perfect." So quick.

"Addison. Gypsy trader," he elaborated, "I know he was on Persephone for a while, but haven't heard much since."

I nodded, "Good." A thin lead, but a lead nevertheless.

"The others look familiar," he continued, "I'll see what's on our database, though you know I only have the planetary base here."

"No idea if they were hired or following a lead of their own on a salvage."

"I think Addison does a lot on his own," he added.

I took another bite of my pizza. "This food is amazing."

It was turning into a nice late afternoon. Good food. Good company. It was as good a time as any...

"I didn't tell you," I began somewhat hesitantly, "I've sort of adopted .... a son." I tilted my head as I spoke. The words sounded so odd. "Not a son as such," I tried to clarify, "but I'm his legal guardian."

Ceasar sat in stunned silence. His face looked torn between total shock and laughing out loud.

I pressed on. "His name is Lynx. He is in his teens." I found myself poking my food a bit as I spoke. "I'm not around much for him...." I added. A flash of guilt.

Ceasar had one word. "Wow."

I smiled weakly, "Yeah...wow."

"How did you get to be his legal guardian?" he asked.

"He was shot in the back while on Persephone.... I had met him months before and we had kept in touch."

"Where is he now?"

"On Al Raqis. He is working for the Government of Zenobia there under the watchful eye of the Consulari. He should be safe there. I will introduce you."

"If I get a chance to get there," he began, "unless you had other ideas."

"I will bring him by," I promised, "He knows Tillery Woodhen as well. Lynx would love to see Tillery again I am sure."

"He knows Woodhen?" asked Ceasar. "For a teenager, he seems to have good connections."

"He has few memories," I said, "We are trying to find his real family. His mannerisms suggest he is from the Core."

"You haven't put out anything formal, have you?"

"No," I answered, "only discrete inquiries.. and nothing has panned out."

"Think he's connected with the whole Faith issue?"

"No. He has met Faith."

"Oh boy," said Ceasar.

"I should take him on a tour of the Core and see if anywhere triggers his memory. How is the sushi?" I asked.

"Pretty good. You worried about the wrong people finding him?"

"A bit," I replied, "That is why I have kept my inquiries low key."

"You... might want to see about moving him from Al Raqis. At least for a while."

"Oh? Why is that?"

"Been a while since you watched the news, hasn't it?" he asked.

"You mean that murder on the wire."

"There was a bomb threat as well," he added, "On a shuttle. Happened today."

I shook my head, "A volatile place..."

"Very." Ceasar put down his sake cup.

"Well, this was delightful," I said as I adjusted my empty plate.

"What are your plans for the rest of the evening?" he asked.

"Back to the office then sleep," I confessed. Not very exciting. "What did you have in mind?"

Ceasar smiled shyly. "Well, did I ever give you a full tour of my place?"

"No, not yet. I suppose the office can wait," I smiled warmly in return.

Ceasar signaled for the check.

The Coroner

July 22 - Alliance Monitoring Station, Turrent's Moon

"Only the Valkyries can choose the slain." - Njal's Saga

-----

A lamp to one side. A glass of Chablis the other side. There was a deep, comfortable chair. Black vinyl. Easy to clean. Just wipe it down.

The occupant, bound and gagged, with her eyes held wide open by a harness, was Captain Manda Soldi Westminster. My forensic examiner, and one of the investigators on my team.

A wide screen loomed overhead, cycling the fruity oaty bar commercial. Large sound speakers poured music into the room, also on a loop. Wagner's "Ritt der Walküren".

Excellent sound reproduction, I must add.

"Hello Captain...." I began, loud enough to be heard.

"Mmmmph." she managed to say. Could have been 'Major'. I do not speak mumble.

"I don't want to stop your... session," I said, "but when you have some time we will need to review your current caseload."

She nodded and pointed her toe to a button on the console.

I continued. "I have forwarded the file on Winterwolf's adopted sister... It had been misfiled." I came across it quite by accident while tracking information on Cody Winterwolf. I sent a copy both up and down the chain.

Captain Westminster nodded.

I followed the pointing toe. "That button?" I asked. Best to confirm before touching anything.

Captain Westminster nodded again.

I pressed the button indicated. The music stopped. The chair released her with a distinct series of clicks.

The Captain rose from her chair and proceeded to unlatch the head harness, releasing her eyelids.

"Would you like a hand removing that?" I asked charitably.

"Pfah, hah." she said as she cleared her mouth of the obstruction and shook her head a bit, "Sorry Major, testing....It's normally on a timer."

"Of course," I replied. There are time limits to legal restraint. Just follow the clock. Release then reapply.

"Time awareness distortion," she explained, "Perfectly legal form of interrogation."

"And you test the methods on yourself," I remarked. "That is admirable."

"Time awareness distortion is an amazing phenom," she elaborated, "Like Ravel's Bolero, by only modulating the pitch it created the illusion of an increase in the tempo... or the Japanese Tea Ceremony, condensing long periods of time. This one is designed to make relatively short periods of time seem unbearably long. You can keep a prisoner here for an hour or two and he will think you kept him awake around the clock."

I glanced up at the commercial image still cycling. It was annoying after the first few times. "I can see that happening...."

"This is at the slow setting," she continued, "We change it. Likewise the looped music. It could be used unethically to foil a prisoner's testimony, but we would never do that."

"It would be unethical and counter-productive," I added. "We want our charges to stick."

"Like you said," she concurred, "It is just a means of interrogation. Like coffee and irregular bathroom breaks...and bad lighting. Testing makes me a bit irritable... or so I am told."

"I won't keep you," I promised, "I just wanted to hear about your progress and to book an appointment with you to review your personnel file."

"Long overdue," she agreed.

"How is your case coming?" I asked, "Any more on the body that was claimed to be Winterwolf's?"

"Did you get my report about my confrontation with Deputy Snoodle?" she asked.

"I did not.. the last communication was a copy of your message to her."

"Both she and Sheriff Gallagher obstructed and were defensive regarding a simple request," she said, "I think they should be made subjects of interest in the investigation."

Captain Westminster handed me a sheaf of paper. It was a transcript.

She elaborated, "I communicated with Sheriff Aeon requesting the names and the ID numbers of the troopers who transported prisoner Winterwolf to the Ticonderoga. He said that he did not have time. Likewise Deputy Snoodle purposely obstructed and feigned malfunction."

I did not reply but shook my head slowly as I listened and read.

The Captain continued, "I used typical provoking techniques to see if she would react defensively. The body delivered to me by the Ticonderoga was not Cody Winterwolf."

"I suspected as much," I remarked.

"I thought it was merely mischief on the part of the rogue ship," she added, "but apparently Snoodle and Aeon are involved."

"See where this leads," I instructed, "Do you need manpower? resources?"

"I only need a dog," she replied, "I know where to get one. Winterwolf will be easy to find now that I know who is harboring him."

The charges against Winterwolf were growing.

"With the body they delivered to you," I said, "we might have another charge against him..."

"True."

"...accessory to murder in the very least."

"What do you want me to do with him after I collect him?" she asked.

"Follow the dead body as though a normal murder investigation. The Marshal that Winterwolf shot has a claim too remember."

We would question Winterwolf, then hand him over to the Marshal. He could handle storage while we built our case.

"Do we have priority on him?" she asked, "Murder versus aggravated assault."

"We don't know who murdered this John Doe," I cautioned, "It could have been done on his behalf."

There was always a chance that this occurred without Winterwolf's knowledge.

"See where the facts point," I added, "There is enough to detain him at least."

"Finders keepers?" asked the Captain. She was eager.

I gave the order. "If you can find him, bring him in."

"Yes, Ma'am," she saluted. "Can I have Gage help me?"

"Indeed. He helped search Winterwolf's ship."

"I will requisition a bloodhound," she added.

"Very good. Carry on Captain."

"Thank you Major."

I turned to the door. My enthusiastic officer quickly added, "I have a new flash grenade I am working on. Will work special on Winterwolf. Light and sound sensitive."

"Don't damage the eyes," I reminded her as I left the laboratory.

The Professor

July 20 - Location classified

To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: 'I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all.' - T.S. Eliot

-----

We did not need to defrost Wylder Aurotharius.

Inspection of the cryostasis tube revealed that a timer had started once the machine was removed from the surveyor. We simply had to monitor the process in order to ensure that his health was protected. He would wake up on his own.

It gave us a chance to prepare.

That being said I was surprised when, I received an odd message on my cortex reader, displayed as follows:

This was not a UAP transmission. What was its source? the cryo tube itself?

Was I the only one to receive such a message? I had no way of knowing. Perhaps when we traced back the signal.

-----

Special Projects also informed me of Wylder's awakening. I was forwarded a copy of a surveillance photo. The Professor has begun a period of convalescence at the seaside village.

The picture showed him seated on the dock near the lighthouse. The man in the image hang-gliding overhead would be one of the guards. Residents at the village must remain on the ground at all times.

The Lawyer

July 17

Update: Svetlana Pleides has been in the custody of Botany Bay authorities for almost two weeks. She has made a deposition on the events of Shadow, and her dealings with Dr. Wirefly, and had a copy forwarded to my office.

I contacted her lawyer. His name was Haller. I called him from my ship.

"Hello Mr. Haller. I am Major Siamendes of the Special Investigations Unit of the Union of Allied Planets Military. I believe you are representing Svetlana Pleides."

"What is my client accused of, Major?"

I got straight to the point. "I believe she has made a deposition in the matter of Doctor Wirefly. I am authorized to offer her a deal in exchange for her testimony against William Faith."

"Am I needed now, then?" he asked, "I can hop a transport and be there in a jif."

"There will have to be an allocution of the facts, of course. Is your client available?"

"I'm just a court-appointed lawyer," he explained, "I need to contact my client."

"Of course. Perhaps we can meet for the preliminaries. Where are you located?"

"My office," he replied, "next to the Chillout Theatre."

Botany Bay Colony.

"Very good," I said. "I am on approach."

-----

July 17 - Botany Bay

A warm breeze. The sound of the surf.

As was my usual practice, I landed my shuttle outside of the colony and walked into the settlement.

An Alliance soldier on shore leave had recently gotten himself into trouble here by shooting a deputy. I didn't need any resulting distractions, so I avoided the landing pad altogether.

I located the Chillout Theatre easily enough on one of the main streets. Next door was a small office inside of which stood a man, well dressed, average height, carrying a briefcase and some folders.

"Mr. Haller?" I asked.

"Yes, Major?"

"Pleased to meet you," I said.

"And you."

We shook hands.

"I trust you have been treating my client according to local law?" he began.

Naturally, I ignored the question.

"Shall we review your client's deposition?" I asked instead.

"Please." He rummaged through his folders. "Is there a more comfortable place? This rental office is, um, lacking."

Indeed it was. Sparse and undecorated. Furniture yet to arrive.

"We could meet aboard my ship," I offered graciously. "It is in orbit."

We took my shuttle.

----------

"Welcome aboard the 'Relentless'," I said hospitably.

Mr. Haller looked around quietly. We stood in the aft airlock, cargo bays on each side.

"This way please," I invited.

I guided Mr. Haller to the lounge pod I had attached for short range journeys to locations where I did not plan to spend any length of time on shore. It was ideal for this kind of meeting.

"Please make yourself comfortable."

"Very nice ship you have," he said politely.

"Thank you."

We settled on chairs in opposite corners along the same wall.

"So I understand Ms. Pleides is involved, you think, with a murder?"

We were now passed the point of what I thought. However, it was best if Mr. Haller read Svetlana's words for himself.

"Do you have a copy of her deposition handy?" I asked.

"Not fully. The data transmission is garbled and slow. It is coming through."

His briefcase was fully automated. The latest in clerical tech. A paralegal in a box.

I nodded. "Of course. Even in these advanced times we are still subject to life's little obstacles."

"The laws of physics can't be changed," he agreed. "Here we go." Mr. Haller studied the readout. "Clearly a case of being in the wrong place, Major," he began.

"Oh?" I asked.

"My client asserts she had no knowledge of the intended plans for her," he stated emphatically.

Reading rapidly, he was likely referring to the first part of the deposition, where Svetlana detailed how she was hired by Wirefly for the phony training mission that resulted in Sentry's arrest.

I skipped ahead to the critical statement. "I am more concerned with ...'I shoot him 3 times with 45 caliber frangibles.. and I left that 9 they pull from my shoulder at MacLaren.'"

Mr. Haller continued reading.

I thumbed through my copy of the transcript counting pages.

"It's self-defense," he declared, "They tried to kill her. Perhaps a bit aggressive on her part, I admit."

I frowned a bit, "Doctor Wirefly was sitting in his wheelchair in his office aboard Gateway station. Your client admits to walking up to him. Shooting him with her 45 and leaving a 9 mm bullet as a calling card."

Mr. Haller received a telecall, "Please hold, Major."

"Of course," I replied, "Take your time."

He talked softly into his hand.

"Would you like coffee brought in?" I offered.

"Please," he replied. "This is hard," he admitted, "being brought in on a case so late. My client insists it is reciprocity. I agree."

I smiled warmly, "Not to worry. It happens to us all."

My own wrist receiver buzzed softly. The ship proximity alert.

"Excuse me a moment," I asked.

"Certainly."

-----

"Welcome Tillery," I began standing at the airlock, "Just in time for coffee. Svetlana's lawyer is already here."

"Hello, Pepper," replied Tillery, "I heard."

"We are reviewing the deposition," I explained and I led him to the lounge. "Please go in. I will join you shortly."

The men greeted each other. I did not join them but remained in the passageway.

The port airlock sealed my guests into the lounge. With the monitors off, they could talk privately. Always negotiate in good faith.

I went to the starboard gallery to prepare coffee. No need to bother the replicant crew.

-----

"Thank you for your patience, Major," said Mr. Haller.

I smiled, "My pleasure."

I carried in the coffee set and placed it on the low table.

"Can we put this on hold until my client is made available?" asked the lawyer, "It's patently unjust to try and continue without her."

"Let's review what we have so far," I insisted, "Coffee?"

"Please," he replied, "I think I had better have it black."

I poured coffee for my guests.

Tillery took a cup, but looked like he was trying to wish it into scotch.

"According to her deposition," I began, "Ms. Pleides admits to killing Dr. Wirefly..."

"Yes," agreed Mr. Haller, "After being quite manipulated, I must point out."

I continued undeterred. "The UAP is interested in her testimony against William Faith...in particular in his actions taken against Shadow."

"She was clearly duped," answered the lawyer, "She has no connection to Faith."

"She survived the assault on Shadow," I countered, "She was witness to the war crimes there."

"So did Mr. Woodhen here," added the lawyer, "It was a rough trap."

"She was in orbit, Pepper," interjected Tillery.

"Just as the space station itself was targeted," I pointed out. A war crime.

I presented our offer. "We are willing to offer Ms. Pleides immunity from prosecution for the killing of Dr. Wirefly ...and witness protection... in exchange for her testimony against Commander Faith. Otherwise we will proceed with charges against her for the murder of Dr. Wirefly based on her confession and supporting forensic evidence."

"She won't be extradited from Botany Bay," warned Tillery.

"Yes," insisted the lawyer, "and it is most unusual for us to proceed, I must reiterate, without my client present. I cannot make agreements for her."

I smiled patiently, "Well, first the delicate matter of extradition: As you may or may not know there has already been an incident of an Alliance soldier shooting an officer of the law on Botany Bay. Further, your own client was involved in a recent 'slave uprising'. How long do you think the administration in Botany Bay will tolerant UAP criminals gathering there before they come to us?"

"They don't consider Svet a criminal," corrected Tillery, "at least not in that way."

I shrugged, "Besides... what I am offering is a second chance for your client. You do see that?"

"I just talked with people there," he continued, "They're looking at the soldiers as the enemy."

Mr. Haller added to the discussion. "Sounds as if we have a possible diplomacy case here."

He was not wrong. This case could still get very messy if the local government was determined to get involved.

"I would hope that you consider my offer and advise your client accordingly. Immunity from prosecution and witness protection. A new identity, a new life.... please discuss it with her."

"I will," answered the lawyer, "And Major, while politics is not what I practice, out in this part of space the law is, I know, rather fluid. I'll see what I can do for you."

"Of course," I replied, "I am only here to discuss this one offer for this one case." I smiled, "Do you have any questions for me?"

"No, Major," replied Mr. Haller, "I think it's clear now. I will act speedily."

"Excellent." I rose from my seat. "Will you be travelling back to the surface of Botany Bay with Tillery?"

I looked at them both.

"Yes," answered the lawyer.

"Splendid," I replied.

"I have a matter to discuss with him," he added and looked hard at Tillery.

"And a reminder that we will need a full allocution from your client on the incident for this offer to be valid. Let me walk you to your shuttle."

"Tillery..." began the lawyer.

"Yes?" he replied.

"...you looked distracted."

-----

Back in the aft airlock, Tillery had more he wanted to say.

"Just argued with the leader of Botany Bay about this," he began.

"Oh?" I replied.

"I think you've made an enemy of that moon with how you first interviewed Svet," he said pointedly.

I brushed the matter aside. "Of course. They see purple and they think we are the problem."

"The soldier who shot a deputy didn't help much," he added.

"And he should be extradited to face court marshal," I emphasized, "But guess what? No treaty!"

Tillery pressed on. "And because of Svet, there won't be one now."

I laughed, "Then they can go on collecting our garbage until they realize in the end the extradition treaty benefits them, not us. No treaty just keeps our prisons empty."

"You still handled the first interview with Svet badly, Pepper. Very unlike you."

"Perhaps..."

Tillery gave me a look.

"And how should I treat murderers Tillery?" I challenged.

"When they have information about genocidal maniacs? Probably a bit carefully. Which was worse, one corrupt judge or a whole world?"

I smiled in reply, "And that is why we are willing to give her immunity." Then, remembering there was a lawyer present, I added quickly, "...under the conditions we have discussed, of course."

Mr. Haller nodded.

Tillery's face remained hard. He was not happy.

"Thank you for your time gentlemen," I concluded.

Tillery wasn't finished. "Just so you know, Pepper. I'm not thrilled with Svet either."

"Thank you Tillery for saying that," I answered sincerely.

Mr. Haller was equitable. "You all have your jobs to do. The times don't make it easier."

"It was a pleasure to meet you Mr. Haller," I said.

"And you, Major Siamendes. I am anxious to have this wrapped up as well."

"Splendid," I replied, "Then you will excuse me," I said to them both, "Have a pleasant flight."