Never one to waste an effort, I'm posting the first two chapters of my abandoned space opera story originally slated as my 2019 novel. This is my working copy -- it has not been proofread, so reader beware. I make a lot of typos that are invisible to me, and no doubt this copy is riddled with them. Still, here is the "nose" of a story that we'll likely never see the "tail" of.
The Inlopar Stars
C. Litka
[NOTE ON
TERMINOLOGY: “Auton” is the common term for an “autonomous
constructed being,” which is to say, a sentient machine. “Auh”
is their sexless pronoun.]
Chapter 01 Work
01
‘Greetings,
Zenabya. Broke enough to consider going back to work yet?’ pinged
the auton Cline Carr, of the Starfarers’ Guild Hiring Hall on
Kantea Island.
Consulting
my current credit balance account, I considered Carr’s question for
a millisecond or two. I still had seven days worth of credit pips
left in my expendable account, assuming my current rate of
expenditures – which consisted chiefly of the purchase and
appreciation of rare and expensive chas. If I took a small reduction
the quality of the cha I drank, and was content to appreciate it with
a less sensitive, and less expensive sensory mod, I could stretch
those remaining pips to 31 days. Of course, with one of my less
sensitive sensory mods, I would not savor and appreciate the full
qualities of Lantonaire Island Upper Peaks Reserve, a pot of which
sat, elegantly steaming, on the table before me. But then, I would
not miss the experience either. I could use my Natoline’s Cha Mod,
which I had purchased and installed to savor a slightly lesser grade
of Lantonaire Island cha with just about as much sensory pleasure.
Still, after 31 days...
And
yet, as an auton, if I did not care to lift back into the cold
blackness of space and the life of a shadow on the far side of
spacetime, to run a tramp trader between the Inlopar Inward Stars, I
could live indefinitely on zero credits. My hull was weather proof.
My energy converter could keep me powered on most any matter. And I
had sensory mods to enjoy hundreds of zero credit sensations. I
could, and did savor the warmth of the sun on my hull. I enjoyed the
sunlit view from the heights of Merra Island as the tall island fell
away, in green cha gardens and black cliffs, to the distant blues of
the sparkling ocean beyond the terrace’s low stone wall. Still, I
felt a twitch of restlessness.
‘Maybe.’
‘I’ll
take that as a yes. I know wages and your rate of expenditures,
Zenabya. You’re now running short of pips. If you want to continue
to savor your expensive chas, you are going to have to go back to
work again, and soon. And it so happens that I have a gem of a job
for you.’
‘And
what makes it a gem?’
‘A
berth you won’t be able to pass up. I’ve a party here – an
auton – looking for a reliable, high spec auton captain and an
auton crew with extensive experience trading in the Inward Stars to
steer its 50 meter yacht clear of any iffy orbits it might encounter
while cruising the Inward Stars.’
‘I
could provide that service from where I’m sitting. If you want to
steer clear of iffy orbits, steer clear of the Inward Stars. No
charge.’
‘I
did venture to hint that the Inward Stars wasn’t ideal cruising
space, but that didn’t lift. The auton, one Ben Singh, a very
glossy, high spec model, was not a font of information. Everything
conducted on a vocal level. Auh merely said it was for business
rather than pleasure.’
‘Somehow
I find that far from reassuring. I can’t think of any – good –
business reason for a 50 meter yacht to go cruising the Inward Stars.
At least one I’d care to be associated with.’
‘I’ll
grant you that the lack of clarity is somewhat disconcerting.
However, Singh and auh’s yacht have just arrived from Aeroday
aboard the Cha clipper Golden Leaf. Whatever business brings auh
across the Kalfer Rift, it originates in the Aeroday stars, and
likely nothing you need to worry too much about.’
‘I
fear that your logic is obscure.’
‘More
intuition than logic. Singh seemed straight but cautious. I wouldn’t
worry.’
‘You
needn’t. You’re not being asked to sail the Inward Stars reasons
auh declined to specify.’
‘I
told Singh that Zenabya Wei had a reputation throughout the fringe
worlds for honest dealings that he would not compromise...’
‘Thank
you, Cline.’
‘Singh’s
only reply was “Excellent.” I think the berth is legit enough.’
‘I’m
not sure just how legit you think is enough, Cline.’
‘I’d
steer you into nothing I wouldn’t do myself.’
‘I
think that I’d need more assurances than that...’
‘Well,
we haven’t discussed wages yet.’
‘Which
are?’
‘Guild
rate First Class Auton Master’s wages, at, get this, Aeroday Rates,
and your choice of two crewmen I’ll save you the calculations,
Zenabya...’
‘Much
appreciated.’
‘That
works out to be 2.73 times the wages you’d pocket skippering one of
Cy Bar’s tramp traders at Inlopar Small Ship Guild wages. And that
is the only berth I’m likely to find for you any time soon. A
hundred days at those wages could set you up for several years of
shore leave to enjoy your expensive cha on Cafra’s Chahouse
terrace.’
‘Yes.
Still...’
‘Plus,
I have the feeling that the berth would be a lot more interesting
than spending a hundred days with Hu Non and So Sam in a run-down one
field tramp trader limping from one poor little planet to the next
trying to eek out enough of a profit to avoid an hour non-stop
critique of your failures by Cy Bar upon your return.’
‘I’m
not sure I want something that interesting. I’m used to Cy’s
ways. He’s harmless enough.’
‘Of
course you do. Listen, Zenabya, you’re just the fellow they’re
looking for. Singh specifically requested an auton a cut above the
usual starfarer grade auton. When I told them that I had high spec
auton ship captain with 200 plus Aerodayian years of experience on
the beach and likely restless enough to return to space, Singh would
not let me look further down the listings. I’ve sold Singh on
Captain Zenabya Wei. Don’t let me down, Zen. Have I ever steered
you to a bad berth?’
‘The
Crimson Star.’
‘Besides
the Crimson Star?’
‘Well...’
‘Right.
Talk to this Singh. Get the whole story. Sign on, and stand me a
drink later.’
‘Well...’
‘Well,
nothing. Talk to this Singh. Make up your own mind. Can I give Singh
your contact link? Say yes, I’ll ping Singh and you can make
arrangements to meet and discuss yours and auh’s requirements.
You’ve nothing to lose by hearing auh’s proposal.’
I
drew in a sip of the Lantonaire Upper Peak Reserve cha and noted the
intense simulated pleasure it gave me. ‘Do so.’
02
I
was pinged less than a minute later. ‘Greetings, Captain Wei. Ben
Singh here.’
‘Greetings,’
I pinged back. ‘I understand you are looking for a captain and
crew.’
‘True.
I am also seeking an auton that has a thorough knowledge of the trade
and an extensive network of starfarers acquaintances throughout the
Inward Star worlds. I am prepared to pay over and above your Guild
wages for that expertise.’
‘May
I ask who am I dealing with and the nature of your mission?’
‘Have
I your assurance that this conversation will stay absolutely
private?’
‘Yes.
I will lock this conversation.’
‘Excellent.
My credentials,’ Singh said, and then sent along a small data file.
The
file consisted of security certificates testifying as to the
credential’s authenticity. It identified Ben Singh was a Senior
Adjudicator of the Associated Worlds of Aeroday Trade Court. It
established the broad limits of Ben Singh’s authority to
investigate and settle cases brought before the Trade Court.
Technically the Inlopar Star Cluster was an independent off shoot of
the Associated Worlds of Aeroday, so Singh’s authority did not
extend beyond the Kaffer Rift, but it would no doubt be respected in
the mainline Inlopar worlds. Singh, however, would be on his own
among the Inward Stars, but that was a given.
‘I am here, along with a colleague, to investigate insurance claims
arising from a recent incident in the Inlopar Inward Stars. For
investigative and security concerns, I desire to keep word of my
mission as quiet as possible for as long as possible. For that reason
I hope you will forgive my unwillingness to be more forthcoming until
we have a chance to meet in the guaranteed privacy of my ship. At
that time I will layout the mission in detail so that you will be
able to make an informed decision.’
A
quick, qualified run though my memory modules brought up only one
incident that would bring an adjudicator from the Aeroday to the
Inlopar Cluster. ‘We’re talking about the Zephyr.’
‘Interested?
Can we meet?’ was Singh’s only reply.
Curiosity
is not a survival virtue in the Inward Stars of Inlopar. Of course,
being a starfarer, and especially one sailing those remote stars is
not a low risk occupation to begin with. That being the case, it is
safest to sail the orbits one knows, and knows well. And yet… I’d
be returning to them soon, in any event...
‘I
can meet you at the landing field of Merra Island in one hour.’
‘Excellent.
I will see you then.’
03
An
hour gave me plenty of time to regret my decision. Even if it was
only to meet with Singh and hear auh’s proposal.
I
strolled down the steep paths through the cha gardens and the
island’s low growing native brush lands to Merra Island’s small
landing field, the leveled top of a minor peak, to await the arrival
of Singh. The sun was high and bright, the air, cool, the breeze
gentle, a world at peace. Beyond and below, the many blues of the
world’s ocean rolled away into the hazy distance in all directions,
save one, where the tall, pale green shadows of the old volcanic peak
islands that girdled Kanteaon’s equator stretched away in a line
astern. Above me, colorful birds sailed on the air currents of the
blue sky, while about me, winged bugs buzzed and fluttered by, as
others, unseen in the grasses and trees, chirped, weaving intricate
patterns of lines of life into the serene silence of the island’s
day. I took my time walking down to the field and savored all these
sensory impressions. Small ships in space have few sensory
impressions.
I
reached the small, grass paved landing field with only a few minutes
to spare. Off to one side, a human crew was loading a cargo shipping
box with cha chests being brought down from the island’s cha
gardens on lift sleds. Otherwise, the field, surrounded by perhaps a
dozen small flyers and space boats was still. Looking around, I had
to admit, once again, that Merra Island was a very pleasant place to
find oneself. I retreated here from Kantea Island and Kantea City,
when I grew tired of the company of lively starfarers enjoying their
leave from the ships awaiting cargo in orbit.
I
asked myself, again – did I really need the credits? I knew the
answer. No. I had, in fact, more than one credit account that I could
call on. Credits was just a game I played with myself. It wasn’t
credits that brought me here. It was an unfortunate restlessness that
I had, so far, been unable to tame, or hadn’t tried hard enough to
tame… In either case, it was likely late to tame it now, since a
gleaming white ship’s boat came tearing out of the blue sky,
landing with a loud swoosh and a blast of hot air. I was pretty
certain I could be talked into whatever Ben Singh had to offer.
Ben
Singh proved to be a tall, enameled white and glossy black trim
auton, who bounded out of the boat within seconds of its landing.
Though Singh was human shaped enough to wear finely tailored human
clothes without them looking absurd, the auton features were pure
machine, only suggesting human facial features. And though hidden by
its skin of clothes, I had no doubt that its limbs would be clearly
mechanical as well. Nevertheless, Ben Singh looked to be a very
expensive and no doubt very capable auton. As it reached me, I noted
that it stood at least a head taller than I, at two meters.
‘Captain
Wei, I presume!’ exclaimed Ben Singh cheerfully, taking my offered
hand.
‘A
pleasure to meet you, Ben Singh,’ I replied, our communication on a
purely vocal level. Singh was not broadcasting auh’s presence.
‘I
know that you must be curious, and I am impatient, so shall we go
aboard? You can meet my colleague and look over the Avandale, the
courier ship assigned to my investigation. Once there we will outline
the mission.’
‘I
am curious. Too curious, perhaps.’
Singh’s
face could register a smile, and he did so. ‘I assure you, it is a
very interesting case. Very interesting, indeed. I only know were to
begin.’
‘And
that is?’
‘On
the planet of Lanque in the Lana Star system. A you familiar with
Lanque?’
‘I’ve
been to the system, but only a few times,’ I admitted. ‘It is on
the fringe of the human space. I called up my resources; a lightly
inhabited world with little interstellar trade, mostly exporting
agricultural products to its sister world, Deslan.’
‘And
yet, it offered something that brings me all the way here. Step
aboard, and lets get acquainted.’
Singh
ushered me aboard the brightly illuminated boat, its inner hull
plates lined with screens that made them appear to be transparent. As
soon as we had seated ourselves in the cushioned chairs, Singh pinged
the boat ‘Return.’ The hatch slid shut, the field generator
hummed, the propulsion jets purred, and the with a gentle push of
inertia, the island of Merra began to shrink into a mere speck in the
blue ocean and the blue sky of Kanteaon darkened to the black and
bright stars of space.
On
the way to orbit, Singh politely interrogated me on my past history.
He was, after all, looking to hire me. I had two centuries of
experience as a starfarer, both in the Aeroday Stars and Inlopar
Cluster, more than enough for his needs.
‘Never
wanted to own your own ship, Captain?’ he asked.
‘No.
It is a restlessness, not a desire for credits that drives me to sail
between the stars. While I enjoy the challenge of turning a profit,
my restlessness nature would make owning my own ship a burden,’ I
replied. But not wishing to give Singh the impression of being a
stereotypical shiftless starfarer, I added, ‘I have, however,
invested my credits into share stakes in 14 ships, mostly freighter
plying the mainline worlds – and three cha gardens.’
‘Excellent,’
said Singh. ‘Not, mind you, that I look down on any auton ship
captain that regularly and successfully sails the Inward Stars. Doing
one thing very well is, in many cases, what we are designed to do.’
‘At
least until we’ve earned ownership of our lives.’
‘Just
so. Then we can do whatever we care to, if we care to. I was
purchased to run a large estate’s house staff. A butler. While it
was an interesting position – more for the family I served than the
job itself, in time I found it too limited in scope. It did pay
fairly well, so that I was able to earn my freedom in under two
decades. Once free, my employer, reluctant to accept my resignation,
offered me a position in contract department of his interstellar
trading firm. It opened up a whole new prospect for me. Having spent
most of my life to date on a remote estate, I had little experience
in the actual world since our wireless communications were limited to
the household and I found it far more interesting than making sure
the servants had dusted the fireplace mantle. I stayed on for several
decades learning all the ins and outs of the interstellar trade, but
in time, I grew restless, like you, and decided to travel the space
ways I knew so well from mere reports. I took a position with the
Trade Courts as an investigator, and again, after several decades,
having grown weary of travel, applied for a position as an
adjudicator in trade disputes, which I have been for 37 Aerodayian
years now. I must admit, however, that I am delighted to have a case
to adjudicate requires a field investigation… Ah, the Avonaire,
exclaimed Singh with a sweep of his arm. We have arrived.’
The
Avonaire proved to be trim vessel built along the lines of a 50 meter
yacht. As the boat began to slowly maneuver to dock with the ship, I
was able to get a good impression of it. Shaped like an arrow, the
arrow’s head was a streamlined, single decked passenger hull, with
four short docking wings before the drive pods, one of which held the
ship’s second boat. Aft of the passenger and control compartment,
where the arrow narrowed to its shaft were three bulges. The first, I
was happy to note, looked to be a hyper-missile launcher and
magazine, the second was the shadow field generator and the last, the
starchamber fusion reactor. Aft of this was the array of plasma drive
engines like the feathers of an arrow.
‘A
handsome ship,’ I said.
‘A
first class yacht, with the addition of the hyper-missile pod and a
two dozen drones bays. It is on loan from the Diplomatic Bureau, one
of their courier ships. I had to do some very persuasive talking to
the right people pry it from the Diplomatic Bureau without a crew. We
wouldn’t want to give anyone the false impression that Aeroday has
some sort of diplomatic interest in the Inlopar, especially the
Inward Stars. We are here to hopefully settle an insurance claim, and
nothing more.’
I
nodded. The rock planet races, humans, Majara and Kifar-San lived in
the Inlopar Cluster at the indulgence of the Reez, a gas giant planet
based civilization who dominated the star cluster. As long as we went
about our business peaceably, the Reez allowed us to settle and live
on the small planets that were of no, or little, use to them. And to
insure that we went about our business peacefully and that there
would be no conflict over the ownership of the mutually desirable
planets, they had divided the Inlopar into three sectors, one for
each of the races. They had also overseen the trade regulations
between the three races to insured that no race felt threatened
militarily, culturally, or economically by the other two. Humans from
across the Kalfer Riff had settled less than a hundred planets in the
Inlopar, while the two native races had each settled a similar
number. However the fact that there were over a thousand human
settled planets beyond the Kalfer Riff, gave these non-human
civilizations cause for concern, and so contact and trade was kept at
a minimum. And to keep a comfortable peace, the human settled worlds
of the Inlopar maintained a political distance from Aeroday as well
as a physical one.
As
the boat settled into its dock, we rose, waited a few seconds for the
airlock to seal before the boat’s entry hatch slid back, allowing
us to walk the short corridor to the Avondale proper.
‘My
colleague, Trade Inspector Veersa Dinaye,’ said Singh, with a
slight wave of its hand towards the auton waiting in the yacht’s
central wardroom.
‘Greetings
and welcome aboard, Captain Wei,’ said Dinaye with a little bow.
‘Thank
you. Delighted to meet you, Inspector Dinaye,’ I replied politely,
taking auh’s offered hand. Versa Dinaye was a semi-human auton,
auh’s head, though clearly machine like, was more canine shaped
than human, and though Dinaye stood upright on two legs, auh was
proportioned differently than a human shaped auton, and gave the
impression that auh could move differently as well. Autons in the
shape of bio beings other than humans are popular on some of the
Aerodayian worlds, for reasons that I am unfamiliar with.
‘Excellent.
I am sure that Captain Wei has many questions. Let us retire to the
forward lounge to answer them,’ said Singh, adding with a sweep of
a hand, ‘This way, Captain.’
Chapter
02 The Zephyr
01
The
lounge in the hollow bow of the Avondale was surrounded by curving
view panels. The panels arched around the projecting triangular
shaped deck with its tastefully arranged semicircle of chairs, low
tables and lamps set on a ledge surrounded by the stars. Kanteaon
blue and white arched below us, while overhead, the infinite
blackness of space and the diamond dust of stars wrapped around us.
‘Impressive,’
I said, as I stood and took in the view.
‘As
it is meant to be,’ replied Singh as we took our seats.
‘As
you guessed, it is the Lylete House owned Zephyr that brings Versa
and I to the Inlopar,’ began Singh, vocally. Singh could have
simply pinged me the data file and I would’ve know all I needed to
know of the case in a small faction of a second. However, we autons
are social creatures as well as machines, and by laying out the case
vocally, Singh was attempting to create an understanding, a
partnership in social interaction. Singh may also have been editing
the story as well, since I was not technically part of the team yet.
‘The
insurance claim was filed the standard one thousand days after the
Zephyr and all of its passengers failed to arrive in Nivratear from
Siltera in the Inlopar Cluster, on what is claimed to have been a
sales mission. The ship’s owner is the House of Lylete, one of the
twelve family owned conglomerate that dominate the world of Ermin,
and the total claim comes to 5.32 billion credit pips.’
‘Five
point thirty-two billion pips is a lot of pips for a single ship and
cargo,’ I said.
‘The
total includes far more than the ship and cargo. The Zephyr, is, or
was, a 300 meter Aerodayian Imperial Yards custom built luxury yacht.
It was carrying two 40 meter yachts in its holds, along with half a
dozen small boats. It had several Lylete Tech star chamber reactors
and samples of other Lylete companies products as well, since this
was billed as a sales mission. In addition to its cargo, the ship, as
the House of Leylete yacht, had many expensive pieces of art and
artifacts onboard, valued at 1.17 billion credit pips. And finally,
the lives of the Managing Director, his sales staff, guests and all
the auton staff were insured to the value of 750 million pips. It all
adds up the 5.32 billion.’
‘I
take it, the insurance companies are reluctant to pay.’
‘Very
reluctant. They are far from convinced that the claim is a legitimate
one. They suspect some sort of fraud.’
‘And
since you are here, I take it, there is more to their reluctance than
a reluctance to pay out 5.23 billion credits.’
‘Yes.
First, the Zephyr has four quantum entangled beacons which are still
lit in the ship’s insurance office, which rules out a catastrophic
field failure as a shadow. The fact that all four of the beacons are
still lit would indicate that their entangled pair monitoring the
three shadowfield generators and the starchamber are still intact,
which would seem to rule out some sort of catastrophic mishap while
in normal timespace as well. Of course, rule out the ship being
inoperative somewhere in interstellar space, but with eight
shadowfield equipped yachts and boats on board, it is hard to explain
why no survivors had turned up within the thousand days. The House of
Lylete says that it is possible that the ship was taken by pirates –
known to be common in the Inward Stars. The insurers claim that
Inward Star pirates generally allow crew and passengers to escape
rather than kill them, so that is no explanation why no one has
turned up.’
‘As
a general rule, that is the way the game is played,’ I nodded. ‘As
long as the crew does not resist to the bitter end or kill a pirate
while resisting, most pirates will allow the crew to escape in a boat
after they have taken possession of the ship. It works for both the
victim, unlucky enough to get caught in a web of pirate shadowfield
drones, and the lucky pirate. The captured buy their lives with the
owner’s ship and cargo, and the pirates take the ship at no cost to
themselves. But, of course, that is just local custom. A billion pip
yacht from Aeroday might not care to surrender to a small fringe
pirate, and may have paid the consequences.’
‘Which
is what the Lyletes say must have happened. However, the Zephyr was
well equipped with both a hyper-missile defense system that should
have been able to eliminate any drones and had its own shadowfield
drones that could be used to trigger the pirate drone fields shorting
them and allowing the Zephyr to escape. In short, it seems to the
insurers that it is very unlikely that an Inward Stars pirate or
pirates would ever be able to take the Zephyr. And reinforcing their
opinion is the fact that, at the time the Lyletes filed their claim,
neither the two smaller yachts, any of the registered cargo or the
luxury items aboard the Zephyr had turned up in any Inlopar market
that the insurance companies routinely monitor for stolen goods. They
claim that if pirates had indeed, captured a luxury yacht outfitted
with hundreds of easily disposable, though easily identifiable pieces
of loot, at least one of the piece would’ve have found its way out
of the Inward Stars to one of the more mainline worlds within a
thousand days.’
‘At
the time of filing...’ I said. ‘But an item has now turned up, or
you wouldn’t be here.’
Singh
smiled. ‘Yes. But here is were it gets really interesting.’ Singh
took out a small image projector, set it on the low table before us,
and it sprang to life as a tall, elegant stone sculpture suggesting
sort of aquatic or dragon-like animal. ‘This appears to be a 2,000
year old seastone sculpture from the Baquet period of Neque world. It
is sculpted out of a sedimentary rock from the Neque’s ocean floor
that still shows the shapes and colors of the shells of the small sea
creatures that were deposited and made into rock. The unique mix of
shells makes each sculpture even more unique than just its design,
execution, and age. This particular piece is insured for 300 million
credits and, for some reason, was claimed to be aboard the Zephyr. I
should add that the insurance company did an inventory before the
ship sailed and it was, indeed, on their list. So when it was listed
on an Aeroday auction house list, 73 days ago, it tripped alarm bells
in both the insurance company and in the House of Lylete. And when
the seller was identified as a curios collector on the Inlopar Inward
world of LaCline, you can see what a stir it created. The House of
Lylete pointed to it as proof that pirates had, indeed, taken the
Zephyr and likely killed the passengers, who would have naturally
resisted.’
‘So
you are here to follow the lead to LaCline and investigate where the
piece came from.’
‘Yes…
But once again, it gets even more interesting. As it turns out, the
sculpture is not the original, but a replica. It is a very excellent
copy, executed by a uniquely accomplished and well known forger of
Neque seastone, one Ala Lotha. Though in truth, forger is too harsh
of a word for her, since she likely did most of her work on
commission – making copies for the owners of the original
sculptures. There are legitimate reasons for doing so. Since Lotha’s
copies are nearly indistinguishable from the original – it takes an
expert with first hand knowledge of Lotha’s work to identify them –
they could be displayed in place of the original in places that one
would not display a 300 million credit piece.’
‘Or
they could be sold as the 300 million credit original,’ I said.
‘Or
the original could be sold without anyone – including the insurance
company – ever the wiser. But the sale would have to always remain
a secret – which is a bit risky in the long run.’
‘Still,
it appears to be the case here, since they were claiming this to be
the original.’
‘We
can’t say that for certain,’ spoke up Dinaye. ‘First, because
we can not connect the replica with the Zephyr. However unlikely it
may seem that an exquisite Lotha replica of a seastone sculpture that
has been in the Lylete Family for fifteen hundred years should find
its way to the Inlopar Inward Stars, it can’t be ruled out. The
replica may have been sold at some point, since the replica itself is
around six hundred years old. And well, it appears that the House of
Lylete has been in some financial straights for some time now. So how
knows?’
‘That’s
Versa’s job, to poke holes in the most obvious conclusions,’
laughed Singh. ‘Still it seems likely that at some point the Lylete
family commissioned Lotha to make a replica of their sculpture, and
either sold it or sold the original...’
‘Or
Lotha made two copies and kept one, which we have found. That can’t
be ruled out.’
Singh
smiled again. ‘As I said, a very interesting case. Our first order
of business is to call on one Cashina Peel, a human, who is the
statue’s owner and who sent it to Aeroday to be sold. If she can
establish that she possessed the statue prior to the disappearance of
the Zephyr then we can eliminate it as a piece of evidence for the
theory that the Zephyr was taken by pirates.’
‘And
be back to start.’
‘Far
from the start. We’ll be deep in the Inward Stars. Should the
sculpture prove to be a dead end, we will retrace the route of the
Zephyr and its possible destinations, hopefully with your help,
Captain Wei,’ Singh added a smile and a nod, ‘and see what we can
turn up – either in hard evidence or in the whispers and rumors of
the human and auton starfarers we cross orbits with along the way. In
the end, I must make a decision in this case, and to do so fairly, I
must make every effort to discover the fate of the Zephyr, if
possible, or determine the most likely fate that Versa here will
agree to.’
‘Oh,
it is your decision, Ben. I will likely never entirely agree with
you. You must force me to make the most unconvincing argument for
ruling the other way.’
Turning
back to me, Singh said, ‘So you see our task, and why we are
anxious for your help, not only to take the Avondale into the Inward
Stars, but to become part of the investigative team. As outsiders
from Aeroday, we are unlikely to slip deep enough into the auton
starfarer social networks to hear any whispers of what may have
happened to the Zephyr, given that or time on each planet will be
limited. Carr has assured us that you are an old and well known
starfarer in the Inward Stars with a wide network of auton and human
friends that we could tap for the clues we are seeking. And I should
say that if you join the team, we will double your Guild wages for
this service.’
‘You
are being almost too generous,’ I said, ‘That makes me uneasy.
And I must add right on lift, that I haven’t heard any whispers
about the fate of the Zephyr – that I would put any trust in at
all.’
Singh
laughed. ‘As for your wages, you must remember that we are deciding
a 5.32 billion credit case. All parties are willing to pay millions
to expedite a satisfactory resolution of the issue, hence the
Avondale.’ it said with a sweep of its hand, ‘and an open brief
to sail the Inward Stars to discover the truth. To expedite the
discovery of the truth, we need a trustworthy and knowledge insider
to get to the heart of the matter. The wages we are willing to pay
for that service are a star in a galaxy against the stakes in this
case. You will, I am certain, more than earn your wages with your
knowledge and contacts on the inward worlds and starfarers’
societies that will allow us to arrive at the truth far more
expeditiously than if Versa and I were on our own, or with a less
capable captain and crew.
‘As
for the whispers,’ added Versa, ‘Yes, most of them will be
fantasies. But when you collect enough of them, from enough worlds,
they may well point us to where or who to look for the real answers.’
I
nodded. ‘You are the experts. I’ll do what I can to help, but you
know, sometimes ships just disappear in the stars and the shadows
leaving no answers behind.’
‘That
is a possibility that will have to be considered, once we have
eliminated all others. However, there is one more point I wish to
bring up, and that is that there may be an element of danger in this
affair. There may be unknown entities that do not want the Zephyr or
its fate found and our mission a danger to them.’
‘There
is little adverse consequences for pirates in the Inward Stars.
Piracy is just an attitude, not an occupation. Pure piracy doesn’t
pay – space is too big – so all pirates are just traders until
they get lucky and find themselves close enough to a ship in
timespace at some tack star or far enough from a planet to be able
send out a swarm of shadowfield drones and trap the ship in
timespace. Everyone knows what they are. You rub shoulders with them
in every starfarers’ dive in the downside ports of the inward
worlds. If a pirate had taken the Zephyr, they’d have no reason to
keep quiet about it. I don’t think you need fear Inward Star
pirates.’
‘Meant
to disappear?’
‘Ah,
that is the other element of this case. It is well known that the
House of Lylete has fallen on hard times. Once the most powerful and
profitable family of twelve family own conglomerates that essentially
rule the planet of Ermin, it has, over the last several centuries
suffered from ill luck, poor business decisions, and indifferent,
careless management. It is whispered on Ermin that the House of
Lylete may be close to bankruptcy. In that light, the cruise of the
Zephyr, loaded with priceless collectibles and works of art and the
young managing director his friends and on board – supposedly a
combination pleasure cruise and sales mission to the Inlopar Cluster
to expand its business presence – raises some serious questions. At
least in the claims office of the various insurance firms. Even more
so since after calling on several mainline Inlopar worlds where one
might expect to make some business alliances and make some sales, the
Zephyr veered off to the fringes, for no clear reason and
disappeared, again for no clear reason.’
‘Selling
an over insured ship and cargo to the insurance company is not
unheard of,’ I ventured.
‘Exactly.
But usually the survivors turn up to collect it.’
‘Not
necessarily. It is the owner who collects the claim. He or she need
not be on the lost ship. Indeed, it is often better that the disaster
happens in the shadows with no survivors, if that can be arranged.’
‘In
this case, the owner was on board. And well, why go to all the
trouble to make a ship disappear to collect the insurance credits on
it, rather than simply selling it?’
‘First,’
spoke up Dinaye, ‘Because selling all these items would be a clear
signal that the House of Lylete was in dire need of credits,
something I am certain they would hope to avoid. Secondly, if the
sculpture that has turned up is any indication of what the other
priceless works of art on board consist of, then they would be
raising hundreds of millions of credits more by selling them sight
unseen to the insurance company than on the open market. Thirdly, if
you will, the Zephyr and its contents could be quietly resold, for an
additional profit. However, problem with this theory is that the
Zephyr and its priceless artifacts are too unique to be readily sold.
All those items go on the stolen goods watch list. The Zephyr was a
custom built yacht. It could not turn up anywhere in the Aeroday
worlds, or even mainline Inlopar without being identified. And all
the collectible pieces could not be resold without alarms going off,
as it did for our piece.’
‘It
could be sold to the Majara or Kifar-San – out of treaty, of
course, but there is a bigger market for human goods than the trade
treaties allow.’
‘It
is something to consider,’ allowed Singh. ‘However, seeing that
we are dealing with smugglers in that case, and the lack of a legal
currency exchange, such a sale would almost have to be done by
barter. And given the size of the transaction, my research suggests
that the smugglers would have a hard time coming up with enough goods
to match even half the insured price of the Zephyr. Still, we should
keep a lookout for a great influx on Majara, Kifar-San or even Reez
goods into the fringe.
‘So,
as you can see, we have much to investigate. And we are in great need
of someone who can open the door to the starfarers society where some
of the answers may be found. So will you sign on, Captain Wei?’
Chapter
03 LaCline
01
I
pinged my customary crew, Hu Non and So Sam who were on the beach on
Kantea Island, were the starfarers, human and auton, from the ships
in orbit spend their time and credits while their ships awaited their
cargo of cha. We were a comfortable team and they were always content
to await my restlessness to sign on with me. This time they were
surprised and delighted to discover that we were to serve aboard a
fast, trim, first class yacht, not one of Cy Bar’s old, slow, down
in the heels, fringe world tramp traders. Even the prospect of
chasing after pirates – as they viewed Singh’s mission, not
without a great deal of insight – did not discourage them anymore
than it had me.
