COLONIZATION: AFTERSHOCKS.

by Harry Turtledove.

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As the jet aircraft descended toward the airport outside the still slightly radioactive ruins of Nuremberg, Pshing asked Atvar, "Exalted Fleetlord, is this visit really necessary?"

"I believe it," the commander of the Race"s conquest fleet told his adjutant. "My briefings state that a Tosevite wise in the political affairs of his kind recommended that a conqueror visit the region he conquered as soon as he could, to make those he had defeated aware of their new masters."



"Technically, the Greater German Reich Reich remains independent," Pshing pointed out. remains independent," Pshing pointed out.

"So it does-technically. But that will remain a technicality, I a.s.sure you." Atvar used an emphatic cough to show how strongly he felt about that. "The Deutsche did us far too much harm in this exchange of explosive-metal weapons to let their madness ever break free again."

"A pity we had to concede them even so limited an independence," Pshing said.

"And that is also a truth," Atvar agreed with a sigh. He swiveled one eye turret toward the window to get another look at the gla.s.sy crater that filled the center of the former capital of the Greater German Reich. Reich. Beyond it lay a slagged wilderness of what remained of homes and factories and public buildings. Conventional bombs had devastated the airport, too, but it was back in service. Beyond it lay a slagged wilderness of what remained of homes and factories and public buildings. Conventional bombs had devastated the airport, too, but it was back in service.

Pshing said, "If only we had some means of detecting their missile-carrying boats that can stay submerged indefinitely. Without those, we could have forced unconditional surrender out of them."

"Truth," Atvar repeated. "With them, though, they could have inflicted a good deal more damage to our colonies here on Tosev 3. They will be surrendering the submarines they have left. We shall not allow them to build more. We shall not allow them to have anything to do with atomic power or explosive-metal weapons henceforward."

"That is excellent. That is as it should be," Pshing said. "If only we could arrange to confiscate the submersible boats of the United States and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics as well, we would truly be on our way toward a definitive conquest of this miserable planet."

"I merely thank the spirits of Emperors past"-Atvar cast both his eye turrets down to the floor of the aircraft that carried him-"that neither of the other powerful not-empires chose to join the Deutsche against us. Together, they could have hurt us much worse than the Reich Reich alone did." alone did."

"And now we also have the Nipponese to worry about," Pshing added. "Who knows what they will do, now that they have learned the art of constructing explosive-metal weapons? They already have submarines, and they already have missiles."

"We never did pay enough attention to islands and their inhabitants," Atvar said fretfully. "Small chunks of land surrounded by sea were never important back on Home, so we have always a.s.sumed the same would hold true here. Unfortunately, it does not seem to be so."

Before Pshing could answer, the aircraft"s landing gear touched down on the runway outside Nuremberg. The Race"s engineering, slowly refined through a hundred thousand years of planetary unity, was very fine, but not fine enough to keep Atvar from feeling some b.u.mps as the aircraft slowed to a stop.

"My apologies, Exalted Fleetlord." The pilot"s voice came back to him on the intercom. "I was given to understand repairs to the landing surface were better than is in fact the case."

Peering out the window, Atvar saw Deutsch males in the cloth wrappings that singled out their military drawn up in neat ranks to greet and honor him. They carried rifles. His security males had flabbled about that, but the Reich Reich remained nominally independent. If some fanatic sought to a.s.sa.s.sinate him, his second-in-command in Cairo would do... well enough. "What was the name of the sly Big Ugly who suggested this course?" he asked Pshing. remained nominally independent. If some fanatic sought to a.s.sa.s.sinate him, his second-in-command in Cairo would do... well enough. "What was the name of the sly Big Ugly who suggested this course?" he asked Pshing.

"Machiavelli." His adjutant p.r.o.nounced the alien name with care, one syllable at a time. "He lived and wrote about nine hundred years ago. Nine hundred of our years, I should say-half as many of Tosev 3"s."

"So he came after our probe, then?" Atvar said, and Pshing made the affirmative gesture. The Race had studied Tosev 3 sixteen hundred years before: again, half that many in Tosevite terms. The fleetlord went on, "Remember the sword-swinging savage mounted on an animal the probe showed us? He was the height of Tosevite military technology in those days."

"A pity he did not remain the height of Tosevite military technology, as we were so confident he would," Pshing said. "When we understand how the Big Uglies are able to change so rapidly, we will be able to prevent them from doing so in the future. That will help bind them to the Empire."

"So it will... if we can do it," Atvar replied. "If not, we will wreck them one not-empire at a time. Or, if necessary, we will destroy this whole world, even our colonies on it. That will cauterize it once for all."

One other possibility remained, a possibility that had never entered his mind when the conquest fleet first reached Tosev 3: the Big Uglies might conquer the Race. If they did, they would next mount an attack on Home. Atvar was as sure of it as of the fact that he"d hatched from an egg. Wrecking the world would prevent it, as a surgeon sometimes had to prevent death by cutting out a tumor.

With the Reich Reich prostrate, the Big Uglies would have a much harder time of it. Atvar knew that. But the worry never went away. The locals were quicker, more adaptable, than the Race. He knew that, too; close to fifty of his years of experience on Tosev 3 had burned the lesson into him again and again. prostrate, the Big Uglies would have a much harder time of it. Atvar knew that. But the worry never went away. The locals were quicker, more adaptable, than the Race. He knew that, too; close to fifty of his years of experience on Tosev 3 had burned the lesson into him again and again.

Clunks and bangings from up ahead came to his hearing diaphragm: the aircraft"s door opening. He did not go forward at once; his security males would disembark ahead of him to form what was termed a ceremonial guard and amounted to a defensive perimeter. It would not hold against concerted attack; it might keep a single crazed Big Ugly from murdering him. Atvar hoped it would.

One of those security males came back to his seat and bent into the posture of respect. "All is in readiness, Exalted Fleetlord," he reported. "And the radioactivity level is acceptably low."

"I thank you, Diffal," Atvar said. The male had headed Security since midway through the fighting. He wasn"t so good as his predecessor, Drefsab, but Drefsab had fallen victim to Big Uglies with even more nasty talents-or perhaps just more luck-than he"d had. Atvar turned an eye turret toward Pshing. "Come with me."

"It shall be done, Exalted Fleetlord," his adjutant said.

Atvar let out a hiss of disgust at the weather outside, which was chilly and damp. Cairo, whence he"d come, had a reasonably decent climate. Nuremberg didn"t come close. And this was spring, heading toward summer. Winter would have been much worse. Atvar shivered at the very idea.

As he emerged from his aircraft, a Deutsch military band began braying away. The Big Uglies meant it as an honor, not an insult, and so he endured the unmusical-at least to his hearing diaphragms-racket. The security officials parted to let a Big Ugly through: not the Fuhrer Fuhrer of the Deutsche, but a protocol aide. "If you advance to the end of the carpet, Exalted Fleetlord, the of the Deutsche, but a protocol aide. "If you advance to the end of the carpet, Exalted Fleetlord, the Fuhrer Fuhrer will meet you there," he said, using the language of the Race about as well as a Tosevite could. will meet you there," he said, using the language of the Race about as well as a Tosevite could.

Making the gesture of agreement, Atvar advanced to the edge of the strip of red cloth and stopped. His security males kept him covered and kept themselves between him and the ranks of the Deutsche. The Tosevite soldiers looked fierce and barbaric, and had proved themselves formidable in battle. They are beaten now, They are beaten now, Atvar reminded himself. They didn"t seem beaten, though. By their bearing, they were ready to go right back to war. Atvar reminded himself. They didn"t seem beaten, though. By their bearing, they were ready to go right back to war.

Their ranks parted slightly. Out from among them came a relatively short, rather stout Big Ugly in wrappings related to those of the soldiers but fancier. He wore a cap on his head. The hair Atvar could see below it was white, which meant he was not young. When he took off the cap for a moment, he showed that most of his scalp was bare, another sign of an aging male Tosevite.

As the Deutsche had parted, so, rather more reluctantly, did Atvar"s security males. The Big Ugly walked up to Atvar and shot out his arm in salute. Being still formally independent, he did not have to a.s.sume the posture of respect. "I greet you, Exalted Fleetlord," he said. He was less fluent in Atvar"s language than his protocol officer, but he made himself understood. "I am Walter Dornberger, Fuhrer Fuhrer and Chancellor of the Greater German and Chancellor of the Greater German Reich Reich."

"And I greet you, Fuhrer Fuhrer." Atvar knew he made a hash of the Deutsch word, but it didn"t matter. "Your males fought bravely. Now the fighting is over. You shall have to learn that fighting bravely and fighting wisely are not the same."

"Had I led the Reich Reich when this war began, it would not have begun," Dornberger replied. "But my superiors thought differently. Now they are dead, and I have to pick up the pieces they left behind." when this war began, it would not have begun," Dornberger replied. "But my superiors thought differently. Now they are dead, and I have to pick up the pieces they left behind."

That was Tosevite idiom; the Race would have spoken of putting an eggsh.e.l.l back together. But Atvar understood. "You shall have fewer pieces with which to work henceforward. We intend to make certain of that. You did too much harm to us to be trusted any longer."

"I understand," Dornberger said. "The terms you have forced me to accept are harsh. But you and the Race have left me no other choice."

"Your predecessors had a choice," Atvar said coldly. "They chose the wrong path. You are obliged to live with their decision, and with what it has left you."

"I also understand that," the Tosevite replied. "But you can hardly deny that you are wringing all possible advantages from your victory."

"Of course we are," Atvar said. "That is what victory is for. Or do you believe it has some other purpose?"

"By no means," Dornberger said. In tones of professional admiration, he added, "You were clever to set France up again as an independent not-empire. I did not expect that of you."

"I thank you." The fleetlord had not imagined he might know a certain amount of sympathy for the Big Ugly who now led the not-empire that had done the Race so much harm. "Little by little, through continual contact with you Tosevites, we do learn how to play your games. You should be thankful we left you any fragments of your independence."

"I am thankful to you for that," Dornberger answered. "I suspect I should also be thankful to the Americans and Russians, who would not have taken it kindly to see the Greater German Reich Reich disappear from the map." disappear from the map."

The Tosevite was indeed professionally competent. Both the USA and the Soviet Union had made it very clear to Atvar that their fear of the Race would increase if the Reich Reich were treated as an outright conquest. After what he had suffered fighting Germany, he did not want the other not-empires excessively afraid; it might make them do something foolish. He hated having to take their fears into account, but they were too strong to let him do anything else. His tailstump quivered in irritation. were treated as an outright conquest. After what he had suffered fighting Germany, he did not want the other not-empires excessively afraid; it might make them do something foolish. He hated having to take their fears into account, but they were too strong to let him do anything else. His tailstump quivered in irritation.

Pointing at Dornberger with his tongue, he said, "We no longer need to worry so much about the opinion of the Reich. Reich. And we shall do everything possible-everything necessary-to make sure we never have to worry about it again. Do you understand?" And we shall do everything possible-everything necessary-to make sure we never have to worry about it again. Do you understand?"

"Of course, Exalted Fleetlord," Dornberger answered, and Atvar wondered how-and how soon-the Deutsche would start trying to cheat him.

Sweat ran down Colonel Johannes Drucker"s face. Everyone knew the Lizards preferred their weather hot as the Sahara. As the German sat, a prisoner of war, in a cubicle aboard one of their starships, he scratched his bare chest. The Lizards were scrupulous. They"d returned to him the coveralls he"d worn aboard the upper stage of the A-45 that had lifted him into Earth orbit. They"d even washed them. But he couldn"t bear the thought of putting them on, not when he felt about ready to have an apple stuck in his mouth even naked.

He sighed, longing for the fogs and chill of Peenemunde, the Reich"s Reich"s rocket base on the Baltic. But Peenemunde was radioactive rubble now. His family lived in Greifswald, not far to the west. He sighed again, on a different, grimmer note. He prayed that they weren"t radioactive dust, but he had no way of knowing. rocket base on the Baltic. But Peenemunde was radioactive rubble now. His family lived in Greifswald, not far to the west. He sighed again, on a different, grimmer note. He prayed that they weren"t radioactive dust, but he had no way of knowing.

The chair on which he sat was too small for him, and shaped for a backside proportioned differently from his. The sleeping mat on the floor was also too small, and too hard to boot. The Lizards fed him canned goods imported from the lands they ruled and from the USA, most of which were not to his taste.

It could have been worse. He"d tried to blow up this starship. Its anti-missiles had knocked out one of the warheads he"d launched from his upper stage, its close-in weapons system the other. The Race had still accepted his surrender afterwards. Few humans would have been so generous.

He got up and used the head. Every so often, Lizard technicians came in and fiddled with the plumbing. It wasn"t made for liquid waste; the Race, like real lizards, excreted only solids. From trying to blow the starship to a cloud of radioactive gas, he"d been reduced to causing problems in its pipes. That was funny, if you looked at it the right way.

Without warning, the door to his cubicle slid open. He was glad he"d finished p.i.s.sing; getting caught in the act would have embarra.s.sed him, even if it wouldn"t have fl.u.s.tered the Lizard who caught him. He"d seen this fellow before: he recognized the body paint. "I greet you, superior sir," he said. Anyone who flew in s.p.a.ce had to know the Lizards" language.

"I greet you, Johannes Drucker," the Lizard named Ttomalss answered. "I am here to inform you that you will soon be released."

"That is good news. I thank you, superior sir," Drucker said. But then his mouth twisted. "It would be better news if it did not mean my not-empire had been defeated."

"I understand. I sympathize," Ttomalss said. Perhaps he even did; he showed more knowledge of the way people worked that any other Lizard the German had met. Drucker wondered how he"d acquired it. Ttomalss continued, "But you will have the opportunity to help repair the damage."

I"ll have the opportunity to see the damage, Drucker thought. He could have done without that opportunity. He"d been a panzer driver, not a s.p.a.ceman, when the Drucker thought. He could have done without that opportunity. He"d been a panzer driver, not a s.p.a.ceman, when the Reich Reich detonated an explosive-metal bomb to derail a Lizard attack on Breslau. He"d cheered then. He wouldn"t be cheering now. detonated an explosive-metal bomb to derail a Lizard attack on Breslau. He"d cheered then. He wouldn"t be cheering now.

"Can you drop me near Peenemunde land?" he asked. "That is where my... mate and my hatchlings live-if they live anywhere at all."

But Ttomalss made the Race"s negative hand gesture. "Captives are being exchanged outside Nuremberg, nowhere else."

"Very well," Drucker said, since he couldn"t say anything else. From Bavaria to Pomerania through a war-ravaged landscape? Not a journey to look forward to, but one he would have to make.

"Eventually, a shuttlecraft will take you back to the surface of Tosev 3," the Lizard told him. "In the meantime, now that hostilities have concluded, I have gained permission to inform you that you are not the only Tosevite presently aboard this starship. Are you interested in meeting another member of your species?"

After weeks with n.o.body but Lizards to talk to? What do you think? Aloud, Drucker said, "Yes, superior sir, I would very interested be." He used an emphatic cough, then added, "I thank you." Did the Lizards have a beautiful spy waiting to try to charm secrets out of him? Not likely-not that he"d be much interested anyhow, not when he hadn"t the faintest idea whether Kathe was alive or dead. Had he watched too many bad films and read too many trashy novels? That struck him as very likely indeed. Aloud, Drucker said, "Yes, superior sir, I would very interested be." He used an emphatic cough, then added, "I thank you." Did the Lizards have a beautiful spy waiting to try to charm secrets out of him? Not likely-not that he"d be much interested anyhow, not when he hadn"t the faintest idea whether Kathe was alive or dead. Had he watched too many bad films and read too many trashy novels? That struck him as very likely indeed.

Ttomalss said, "The other male is from the not-empire of the United States. He is here on a... research mission, I suppose you would describe it."

Something in the way he hesitated didn"t quite ring true to Drucker, but the German was hardly in a position to call him on it. And the Lizard had used the masculine p.r.o.noun. So much for beautiful spies. So much for beautiful spies. Drucker laughed at himself. "All right," he said. "No matter who he is or where he is from, I look forward to meeting him." Drucker laughed at himself. "All right," he said. "No matter who he is or where he is from, I look forward to meeting him."

"Wait here," Ttomalss told him, as if he were liable to wait somewhere else. The Lizard left the cubicle. Ttomalss could leave. Drucker couldn"t.

After about forty-five minutes-his captors had let him keep his watch-the door slid open. In came a young man with a shaved head and with body paint on his chest. He nodded to Drucker, ignoring his nakedness (he wore only denim shorts himself), and stuck out his hand. "h.e.l.lo. Do you speak English?" he said in that language.

"Some," Drucker answered in English. Then he shifted: "I must tell you, though, I am better in the language of the Race."

"That suits me fine," the American said, also in the Lizards" tongue. He"s very young, He"s very young, Drucker realized-the shaved head had disguised his age. He went on, "My name is Jonathan Yeager. I greet you." Drucker realized-the shaved head had disguised his age. He went on, "My name is Jonathan Yeager. I greet you."

"And I greet you." Drucker shook the proffered hand and gave his own name. Then he eyed the American. "Yeager? It is a German name. It means "hunter." " The last word was in English.

"Yes, my father"s father"s father came from Germany," Jonathan Yeager said.

In musing tones, Drucker said, "I knew an officer named Jager, Heinrich Jager. He was a landcruiser commander. One of the best officers I ever served under-I named my oldest hatchling for him. I wonder if there is a relationship. From what part of Germany did your ancestor come?"

"I am sorry, but I do not know," the young American answered. "Maybe my father does, but I am not sure of that. Many, when they came to America, tried to forget where they came from so they could become Americans."

"I have this heard," Drucker said. "It strikes me as strange." Maybe that made him a reactionary European. Even if it did, though, he was a wild-eyed radical when measured against the Lizards. He asked, "What sort of research are you engaged in here?" The unspoken question behind that one was, Why would the Americans send a puppy instead of a seasoned man? Why would the Americans send a puppy instead of a seasoned man?

To Drucker"s surprise, Jonathan Yeager blushed all the way to the top of his shaved crown. He coughed and spluttered a couple of times before answering, "I guess you could call it a sociological project."

"That sounds interesting," Drucker said, hoping Yeager would go on and tell him more about it.

Instead, the American pointed an accusing finger his way and said, "And I know why you are here."

"I have no doubt that you do," Drucker said. "If my attack had been a little more fortunate, we would not be having this talk now."

"That is a truth." Jonathan Yeager sounded surprisingly calm. Maybe he was too young to take seriously the possibility of his own demise. Or maybe not; he went on, "My father is an officer in the U.S. Army. He would talk that way, too, I think."

"Professionals do." Drucker started to say something else, but checked himself. "Is your father by any chance the male who understands the Race so well? If he is, I have some of his work in translation read. I should have of him thought when I heard the name."

"Yes, that is my father," Jonathan Yeager said with what sounded like pardonable pride.

"He does good work," Drucker said. "He is the only Tosevite who ever made me believe he could think like a male of the Race. Why are you here instead of him?"

"He has been here," the younger Yeager answered. "I first came here with him, as his a.s.sistant-I still wear the body paint of an a.s.sistant psychological researcher. But I am... better suited to the research for this part of the project than he is."

"Can you tell me why?" Drucker asked. Jonathan Yeager shook his head. Seeing that gesture instead of one from a scaly hand made Drucker feel at home, even though the American had told him no.

Yeager said, "I am told you will be able to go home soon."

"Yes, if I have any home left," Drucker answered. "I do not know whether my kin are alive or dead."

"I hope they are well," Jonathan Yeager said. "I look forward to going home myself. I have been up here since the war began. The Race judged it was not safe for me to leave."

"I would say that was likely to be true," Drucker agreed. "We fought hard."

"I know," Yeager said. "But did you really think you could win?"

"Did I think so?" Drucker shook his head. "I did not think we had a chance. But what could I do? When your leaders tell you to go to war, you go to war. They must have thought we could win, or they would not have started fighting."

"They were-" Jonathan Yeager broke off, shaking his head.

He"d been about to say something like, They were pretty stupid if they did. They were pretty stupid if they did. Drucker would have argued with him if he hadn"t felt the same way. The crisis had started while Himmler was Drucker would have argued with him if he hadn"t felt the same way. The crisis had started while Himmler was Fuhrer, Fuhrer, and Kaltenbrunner hadn"t done anything to make it go away. On the contrary-he"d charged right ahead. and Kaltenbrunner hadn"t done anything to make it go away. On the contrary-he"d charged right ahead. Fools rush in, Fools rush in, Drucker thought. He wondered how General Dornberger would shape up as the new leader of the Drucker thought. He wondered how General Dornberger would shape up as the new leader of the Reich. Reich. He also wondered how much trouble the SS would give the new He also wondered how much trouble the SS would give the new Fuhrer. Fuhrer. Dornberger hadn"t come up through the ranks of the blackshirts; he"d been soldiering since the First World War. The secret policemen might not like him very well. Dornberger hadn"t come up through the ranks of the blackshirts; he"d been soldiering since the First World War. The secret policemen might not like him very well.

Drucker had no sympathy for the SS, not after they"d tried to get rid of his wife on the grounds that she had a Jewish grandmother. If all the black-shirts suffered unfortunate accidents, he wouldn"t shed a tear. With SS men in charge of things, his country had suffered an unfortunate accident-except it hadn"t been an accident. Kaltenbrunner had started the war on purpose.

Something else occurred to him: "Is it true what some males of the Race have told me? That France is to be made independent again, I mean?"

"Yes, that is true," Jonathan Yeager told him. "From the news reports I have seen, the French are happy about it, too." He sounded pretty happy himself. He was, after all, an American, and the USA and Germany had been at war when the Lizards came. They still didn"t get along very well, and gloating at a rival"s misfortune was a constant all over the world, and probably among the Race as well.

"I do not care whether they are happy or not," Drucker said. "It will mean a weaker Germany, and a weaker Germany means a stronger Race." He was sure the Lizards were recording every word he said. He didn"t much care. They"d captured him. They"d beaten his country. If they thought he loved them because of it, they were crazy.

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