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Author:Robert Buettner Buettner, Robert Language: eng Format: epub Published: 2011-03-08T23:00:00+00:00 THIRTY-THREE JUDE WAS RIGHT. Bassin was a phony who had fooled me once.
If he fooled me twice, shame on me. But Bassin had also saved me—and the people I was responsible for—once. And that made me as curious as it made Howard. Curiosity won. I turned to the other three Earthlings, and waved them toward Bassin. “Let’s go sleep with the devil we don’t know.” I patted Rosy good-bye, then the four of us got loaded one-each into chariots, and Bassin’s little caravan bounced downslope toward the river.
The Marini chariots were built of light woven reeds, for speed. Their solid-axle suspensions were for durability, not comfort. I clutched the side rails as we bounded along, and shouted to my driver, “Why do you carry a marksman along in each chariot? He can’t hit anything from a platform this unstable.” The charioteer shouted back, eyeing my unfamiliar armor. “Did you train in a cave? The marksman isn’t there to shoot the enemy. He’s there to shoot the wronk if it turns.
I’d sooner trust a Tassini than a wronk.” Our chariots skirted the Fairground. A few men struggled, loading corpses on wood carts and dragging them to pyres.
They wouldn’t be able to cremate a tenth of the bodies before the scavengers arrived. Too many fairgoers had been asleep in their tents when the Slug attack fired the encampment. The dead had to number in the tens of thousands. My driver shook his helmeted head, and asked nobody, “Why would they do this? The Peace of the Fair has held for three centuries.” At the riverbank, Bassin’s chariots fanned out among the handful of ships that remained afloat, some listing in the shallows, some beached by their masters to save them. My driver reined up in front of a green-lacquered vessel a hundred feet long.
A man with a close-cropped white beard stood alongside it in the shallows, uniform trousers rolled above his knees, hammering wood pegs into a hull patch with a mallet. My driver said, “She looks sound. You did well to beach her.” The white-bearded man straightened, and stretched, hands at the small of his back. “She’ll float the Locks.” He glanced back toward the Fair. “If my crew can scavenge replacement canvas, we’ll be the first to sail away from this graveyard.” The charioteer said, “We need passage to the coast, Ship Master.” “Suddenly everyone does. Who’s we?” “I speak for the Queen’s personal representative.” The Ship Master turned and cocked an eyebrow. “And who might represent Her Majesty this far upriver?” “Bassin the Engineer.” The Ship Master snorted.
Then he threw back his head, laughed and slapped his ship’s hull. Bassin’s dead!” The charioteer said, “No—” “You’re blowin’ up the wrong trouser! I was this close to Bassin”—the Ship Master held his thumb and forefinger apart—“when the slavers offed his leg.” The Ship Master turned back to his patch job.
“An engineer’s faster on one leg than a pirate on two, Wilgan,” said a voice behind me. I jumped, as Bassin limped up alongside me, and I stared at the well-formed prosthetic that had replaced the crude stump below his left knee.
Author:Robert Buettner Buettner, Robert Language: eng Format: epub, mobi Tags: (¯`'.¸//(.) ¸.' ´¯) Publisher: Warner Books Published: 2011-03-08T23:00:00+00:00 TWENTY-TWO. I couldn’t speak, so I grabbed Metzger’s hair, pulled his face to the viewport next to mine, and pointed. One speck crawled down a slope toward us, then another and another. The Slugs must have sent out patrols. They were returning.
We would be very unpopular. I turned from the viewport, squeezed past Howard, and reached into a wall-mounted cargo net.
We had one more pistol. Howard shook his head.
I dug in the cargo net for an ammunition magazine. “I’m not just quitting!” Metzger tuned from the viewport. It’s okay.” I knew from Metzger’s tone, after a lifetime together, that it was okay. Metzger peeled the rubber eye shield from Howard’s binoculars and held them in front of my eyes.
I toggled the focus lever and saw a powder blue rectangle. A UN flag on an EVA suit sleeve. I widened the view field.
A half dozen lunar dune buggies bounced toward us, filled with EVA-suited humans. “What—?” Howard said, “We couldn’t tell you. If you had been captured, you could have talked.” My head spun. “We aren’t going to die?” “Not from being stranded on the moon.” Howard pried the pistol from my fingers and slipped it back in the cargo net.
I pointed at the bouncing buggies. “What are they?” “Gravity-optimized all-terrain vehicles.” Howard turned to Metzger. “What do we need to take with us? Those GOATs will be here in two minutes.” I grabbed Howard’s elbow. “How did they get here?” Metzger stuffed one foot into his EVA suit.
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“Just the Slug and any instrument readouts you picked up.” Howard nodded, then turned to me. “Four days overland. We were afraid it would take even longer. GOATs weren’t designed to travel long distances. That’s why I gambled our only Saturn to get us here earlier. Good gamble, too.
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If we hadn’t gotten here early, those guys”— he pointed out the viewport—“would just be picking up Projectile pieces, like you and I did in Pittsburgh.” My head spun. “I mean—there are other people on the moon?” “Long story. We built a base on the dark side of the moon.” My jaw dropped.
“You’ll see it. That’s where those guys are going to take us.” An hour later I sat strapped into the front passenger’s seat of a GOAT, jerking slowly toward the dark side of the moon. The GOAT’s tires were springy, porous screen, its frame metal tubes as delicate as a racing bike. Its roof was a solar-cell panel. It might have weighed as much as a car on Earth, but here a man could lift it by one corner like a bed frame. I looked at my driver. By the chevrons on his sleeve he was a master sergeant.
I couldn’t ask him much, except during stops when we could touch helmets. This suit also had a bum radio.
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It made me wonder how we ever reached the moon in ancient times until I remembered that this suit was seventy years old. We led the little parade. Howard rode in GOAT two, behind us, with Sluggo strapped across the backseat. The trip gave time to think.
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