"No charge." Jonny got to his feet-wincing with the effort, she noticed-and walked to the door. There he paused and looked back at her. "Lizabet... I"m not going to let the Worlds go to war for your new planets," he told her quietly.
"Not after what we"ve seen of Qasama. A surgical strike against their technological base, perhaps, if feasible; aerial bombings, probably, if it"ll actually do any good. But no land war. Not even for Caelian."
She nodded slightly. "I understand. And I"m as willing to look for middle ground as you are."
"Let"s hope we can find it. Good night."
He left, and Telek found herself staring at the Troft magdisk in her hand.
Suddenly she was very, very tired....
Ejecting the Menssana"s report, she inserted the Trofts" into her comboard, keying to run it through the Academy"s central translator. Then, sighing wearily, she splashed more cahve into her mug and began to read.
Chapter 24.
The Council meeting was postponed two days, to give the members a chance to read both the Qasama Mission debriefing and the Troft data package Jonny had obtained. But when the debate finally began it was quickly and abundantly clear that the cautious approval that had existed for the original mission had flipped solidly in the opposite direction.
And it wasn"t hard to figure out why.
"If the d.a.m.n planet wasn"t a lost human colony no one would be nearly this emotional about the whole thing," Dylan Fairleigh growled afterward as the governors gathered for their own meeting.
"Neither of the Caelian syndics was complaining," Vartanson pointed out quietly.
"We know what the trade-off is here."
"Us or them?" Jonny asked. "Is that it? Come on, now-we don"t even know why the
Trofts are so worried about Qasama."
"Don"t we?" Roi shot back. "A thriving, highly cooperative, highly paranoid human culture? That"s not something to be afraid of?"
"A culture without starflight, without even system s.p.a.ce travel?" Hemner quavered.
"We don"t know they don"t have s.p.a.ceflight capability," Fairleigh reminded him tartly. His eyes flicked to Jonny. "There"s a lot we don"t know about their industrial and technological base. That we should have found out."
Jonny bristled; but Telek got her word in first. "If that"s a slur on my team in general and Justin Moreau in particular, you"re invited to withdraw it," she said coldly.
"I only meant-"
"If you"d like, you can head the next trip to Qasama," she cut him off. "We"ll see then how well you do."
Stiggur chose that moment to make his own belated entrance, his presence stifling the budding argument. "Good afternoon; sorry I"m late," he said with an air of harried distraction as he sat down at his place and pushed a pile of magdisks into the center of the table. "Preliminary biological data a.n.a.lysis-just came in. Summary in the front. Take a quick look and we"ll discuss it."
It was, as Jonny had expected, an a.n.a.lysis of the Dewdrop and Troft data, concentrating on the mojos. He skimmed the summary and was halfway through a more careful study when Vartanson harrumphed. "Nasty. Reminds me of some of the feathered killing machines we have on Caelian."
"Aside from the weird reproductive setup, I presume," Roi said. "The whole arrangement looks pretty fragile to me. Kill off enough of their embryo-hosts-these whatyoucallem, these tarbines-and you could wipe out the species overnight."
"Most ecosystems look that unstable at first glance," Telek put in dryly. "In practice, you"d find you"d need to kill a h.e.l.l of a lot of tarbines to make any real dent. I take it, though, that you feel the mojos to be the major threat to any Cobra forces we put down there?"
"No question," Roi said. "Look at the record. No one except Winward suffered any appreciable damage from the Qasamans" guns, and that single case was a surprise attack. But the mojos got him and York and came close with Pyre and Moreau."
"They really are the first line of defense," Fairleigh agreed. "And the Qasamans know it. h.e.l.l, they design their cities to keep the things happy."
"Makes sense, of course," Stiggur said with a shrug. "Why risk human deaths in a battle when you"ve got animals to take the brunt of the attack?"
"That"s not how the arrangement began," said Telek. "It was originally for defense against predators and evolved into a personal bodyguard system."
"And now shows itself easily adapted to warfare," Stiggur said. "The history doesn"t concern us as much as the current situation does." He turned to Jonny.
"Is there any way you know of to make the Cobra equipment better able to deal with the mojos? Some change in the targeting mechanism, for instance?"
Jonny shrugged. "The targeting procedure is designed to allow fast target acquisition while minimizing accidental lock-ons. Make it any easier and faster and you"ll automatically get more misfires."
"Then how about reprogramming the nanocomputer to identify mojos as hostile?"
Fairleigh suggested. "That way at least the next generation of Cobras could handle them."
Vartanson snorted. "If that could be done, don"t you think we"d already have something like that for the Caelian Cobras? Shape recognition just takes up too much computer memory."
"It"s actually more basic than that," Jonny shook his head. "The minute you put some kind of automatic recognition targeting into the Cobras, you rob them of their versatility and, ultimately, their effectiveness. Once the Qasamans figured it out, they could throw birds by the hundreds at us, and while we"re helplessly shooting down ones who couldn"t even get near us for three minutes, the Qasaman gunners shoot us at their leisure. Automatic single-purpose weapons are fine in their place-and you"re using them quite effectively on Caelian-but don"t try to make them out of Cobras."
There was a moment"s silence. "Sorry," Jonny muttered. "Didn"t mean to lecture."
Stiggur waved the apology aside. "The point was reasonable and well taken. I don"t think anyone wants to have specialized cadres of Cobras. So. Is there some other way to reduce the mojos" effectiveness?"
"Excuse me for changing the subject," Hemner spoke up hesitantly, "but there are still some points about Qasama generally that bother me. History, Brom, you implied wasn"t important, but I"d like to know a little about the colony"s background. Specifically, how and when it came to be."
"I didn"t mean history wasn"t important." Stiggur poked at his comboard. "Only that-oh, never mind. Let"s see. The historians" report indicates the original
Qasamans left the Dominion circa 2160, probably as colonists bound from Reginine for Rajput. The direction vector is about right, and the various historical references and language-not to mention the name Qasama itself-all point to one of Reginine"s basic subcultures."
"The name Qasama?" Vartanson frowned.
"You"ve got this report yourselves," Stiggur said, a bit tartly.
" "Qasama" is an Old Arabic word meaning "to divide." It"s come into Anglic through a couple of different languages and changes to become "kismet," meaning
"fate" or "destiny." "
"Divided by destiny," Roi murmured. "Some linguist aboard the original ship had a strange sense of humor."
"Or sense of manifest destiny," Telek said, half to herself. "I never saw a sc.r.a.p of evidence the Qasamans had any humor whatsoever. They took themselves incredibly seriously."
"Fine," Hemner said. "So Qasama"s been in existence for something under three hundred years, and in that time the mojos and humans have become symbiotically entwined. Correct?"
"Correct," Stiggur nodded. "Though "symbiosis" might be too strong a word."