Gazing around the gray-brown landscape, Jonny had to agree. Whatever the mechanism that had scoured this region of s.p.a.ce down to nucleic acids, it was clear Kubha had suffered more than most. Nothing but the most primitive life existed here: one-celled plants and animals, and perhaps a few hundred species of only slightly more complex organisms. A virtual blank slate, ready to accept whatever ecological pattern any future colony chose to set up on it.
Any pattern, that is, that could stand the heat.
A young biologist trudged up the knoll where Jonny and Shepherd were standing, a full rack of sample tubes held carefully to his chest. "Captain; Governor," he nodded, blowing a drop of sweat from the tip of his nose. "Thought you might be interested in seeing the preliminary compatibility test results before I file them."
Jonny hid a smile as he and Shepherd stooped to peer into the tubes at the various mixes of native and Aventinian cells. At Chata, at Fuson, and now at
Kubha, the scientists had never ceased their efforts to persuade Shepherd to grant them more time for sample taking and general study, and getting him interested in the results was just one of the more subtle approaches. It wouldn"t work, of course; the Council had made it very clear that this was to be a whirlwind tour, and Shepherd took his orders very seriously.
"Interesting," the captain nodded, straightening up from his brief examination.
"Better get them to the freeze chamber, though, if you want time to gather any more. We"re lifting in about two hours."
A hint of chagrin crossed the biologist"s face before it could be suppressed.
"Yes, sir," he said, and headed toward the Menssana.
"You"re a cold-blooded taskmaster without a drop of scientific curiosity; did you know that?" Jonny asked blandly.
Shepherd"s lip quirked. "So I"ve been told. But the Council said a fast prelim study, and that"s exactly what they"re going to get. Besides, I want to be back when the Dewdrop arrives, just in case-"
"Hi, Chrys," Jonny interrupted, turning as his wife came up to join them. His enhanced hearing had picked up the sound of her footsteps, and the last thing he wanted to remind her of was the Dewdrop sitting on alien soil with two of her sons aboard. "What do you think?" he added, waving a hand at the landscape.
"Too empty for my tastes," she said, shaking her head. "Seems spooky, somehow.
And I"m not crazy about pan-frying my brain out here." She gave Jonny a careful look. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine," he told her, and meant it. "The heat"s not only helping my arthritis, but also seems to be pushing my heart rate and circulation up enough to compensate a bit for my anemia."
"Which means you"re going to trade anemia for a heart attack?" Shepherd grunted.
"Great. Maybe you"d better get back inside until we"re ready to lift, Governor."
"My heart"s in no danger," Jonny protested. "It"ll probably live two years longer than I do."
"Sure it will." Shepherd hooked a thumb in the Menssana"s direction. "Go on,
Governor. Call it an order."
For a moment Jonny was tempted to unilaterally take himself out of the chain of command. He found it refreshing to be out in the open air-especially where there was no danger of anything sticking teeth, claws, mandibles, or stings into him-and very much wanted to enjoy the last hours he"d have here. But there was that promise to Chrys.... "Oh, all right," he grumbled. "But under protest."
Together, he and Chrys trotted down the knoll. "The Council sure named this one right," Chrys remarked as they reached level ground and slowed to a more sedate walk.
"Named what right? Kubha?"
"Uh-huh. You know-the five stars of the Southern Cross constellation of Asgard-"
"I know how the planets were code-named, yes," Jonny interrupted her.
"Well, it happens that Kubha"s the hottest of those stars; and this Kubha"s the hottest of these planets, at least so far. Must be an omen."
Jonny snorted. "Let"s not give either the Council or the universe that much credit."
Chrys smiled. "Hey, cheer up," she said, taking his arm, "Everything"s really going pretty well. The Jonny Moreau luck seems to hold up even when you"re only along for the ride."
"Um. Aside from little things like snakele venom in the nucleic acid a.n.a.lyzer-"
"Fixed," she said. "We got it working again about ten minutes ago. Which was why
I"d been released from my desk and could come out to drag you kicking and screaming back inside."
He shook his head in mock exasperation. "I swear, Chrys, you do a poorer imitation of a loafing pa.s.senger than I do."
"And you"re delighted. Go on, admit it."
"Why? You"re going to send me to my room anyway, aren"t you?" he said, putting a well-remembered five-year-old"s whine into his voice. "You always want me to play outside on nice days."
She poked him in the ribs. "Stop that-I had my fill of tantrums years ago."
He captured her attacking hand and wrapped the arm around his waist, and for a moment they walked like that in silence. "It would be an ideal planet for colonization, wouldn"t it," she said quietly. "And that"s going to make it all the harder to say no."
"No to the Trofts?"
She nodded. "The Council"s going to want this world, and probably the others as well. And to get them they"ll take on the Qasamans... whether that"s the smart thing to do or not."
Jonny grimaced. The same thought had been lurking in the back of his own mind for at least two planets now. "We"ll just have to hope the Dewdrop"s report is solid enough that it relegates ours to footnote status as far as that decision is concerned."
"With Lizabet Telek in charge of writing it?" Chrys snorted. "She wants these worlds so badly she can taste it. She"ll make sure the Qasamans sound like crippled porongs as far as fighting ability is concerned."
"I don"t know if she"s that underhanded," Jonny demurred cautiously. "And with
Almo, Justin, and Joshua aboard she"d have a hard time slanting things too far."
Still, he thought as they pa.s.sed the Cobra guard at the Menssana"s airlock and stepped through to the cool shock of the ship"s climate control, it might not hurt to tone down our report a shade or two. Emphasize Chata"s flatfoot herds, perhaps, and Fuson"s spitting snakeles. Every world"s got its drawbacks-all we have to do is find them and make them visible.
And hope the Council doesn"t take them too seriously. Already the ship"s cooler air was affecting his arthritic joints, reminding him with each twinge that he"d been a bit lax with his medication schedule. He would hate to see a world like
Kubha slip through mankind"s fingers for no real reason.
Whether it was worth a war... well, that decision didn"t yet need to be made.
Chapter 12.
The complete tour of Sollas and its environs took six days; and for Cerenkov the most amazing part was how the Qasamans could keep them so busy while showing them so little.
So little of real importance, anyway. They spent a great many hours touring art galleries, cultural museums, and parks, while evenings were usually filled with dance and musical performances at their guest house and long discussions with