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happiness coming here, for something more to do. He left her there, and there was no one to tend her grave and no one who would care. That had seemed such a small thing— go on, she would say, with that characteristic wave of her hand when he hung his thoughts on trivialities. Go on, with that crisp decisiveness in her voice that had sometimes annoyed him and sometimes been so dear: Lord, Jamie, what's a point in all of that?
Something had gone out of him since Jean was gone: the edge that had been important when he was younger, perhaps; or the quickness that crackle in Jean's voice had set into him; or the confidence— that she was there, to back him and to second guess him.
Go on, he could hear her saying, when he pulled out of Cyteen; when he took the assignment; and now— go on, when it came down to permanency here.
Go on— when it came to the most important assignment of his life, and no Jean to tell it to. It all meant very little against that measure. For the smallest evening with her face looking back at him— he would trade anything to have that back. But there were no takers. And more— he knew what lived down there, that it was not Cyteen, however homelike it looked from orbit.
The light over the door flashed, someone seeking entry. He reached across to the console and pushed the button— "Ada," he said curiously as she came in.
"Ah, you've got it," she murmured, indicating the screen. "I wanted to make sure you were awake."
"No chance I'd miss it. I'd guess the lounge has it too."
"You couldn't fit another body in there. I'm going down to 30; the officers are at the screen down there."
"I'll come down when the vid gets more detail."
"Right."
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She went her way. Bob Davies would be down there. Jealousy touched him, slight and shameful. There would be Gallin and Sedgewick and Dean and Chiles; and the rest of the mission….
One horizon, one site for years ahead. Blueskyed. Grounded forever. That was what it came to. And whatever private misgivings anyone had now, it was too late.
Look at that, he could imagine Jean saying. And: Don't take stupid chances, Jamie.
Don't you, he would say.
He looked back at the image, at the bluegreen world that was not home at all. The whole thing was a stupid chance. An ambition which Jean had never shared.
"Col. Conn," the com said, Mary Engles' voice. "Are you there, colonel?"
He acknowledged, a flick of the key. "Captain."
"We've got a fix on the landing site coming up."
A shiver went over his skin. "What do you reckon in schedules?"
"We're going to ride here one more day and do mapping and data confirmation before we let you out down there. You'll want that time to order your sequence of drop. I'll be feeding you the shuttle passenger slots, and you fill them up at your own discretion. The equipment drop is all standard procedure with us, and we've got all that down as routine. You handle your own people according to your own preferences. You will need some of the construction personnel in your initial drop. I'd like to ask you to stay on board until the final load. In case of questions."
"Good enough. I'll wait your printout."
"We have suggestions, based on experience. I'll pass them to you, by your leave."
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"No umbrage, captain. Experience is appreciated."
"A professional attitude, colonel, and appreciated in turn. Printout follows."
He opened the desk cabinet, took out a bottle and a glass and poured himself a drink, soothed his nerves while the printout started spilling onto his desk.
Everything would have to be packed. Mostly there were the microfax books and the study tapes, that were precious. Uniforms— there were no more uniforms where they were going. They became citizens down there.
Colonists. No more amenities either, in spite of the cases of soap. He meant to have a shower morning and evening during the unloading. It was that kind of thing one missed most under the conditions he was going to face. Soap. Hot water. Pure water. And a glass of whiskey in the evenings.
The printout grew. On the screen, the tighter focus came in. It agreed with the photos in the mission documents.
Patterns showed up under tight focus… the same patterns which the probe had abundantly reported, curious mounds near seacoasts and rivers, vast maze designs which interrupted the sparse green with tracings of brown lines, loops and rays stretching over kilometers of riverbank and coastline.
That was where they were going.
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Communication: mission command
…First drop scheduled 1042 hours 25 minutes mission apparent time.
Capt. Ada Beaumont commanding. Selected for first drop: M/Sgt. Ilya V.
Burdette with five seats; M/Sgt. Pavlos D. M. Bilas, with five seats; M/Sgt.
Dinah L. Sigury, two seats; Cpl. Nina N. Ferry, one seat; Sgt. Jan Vandermeer, one seat; Capt. Bethan M. Dean, one seat; Dr. Frelan D.
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seat; Dr. Hayden L. Savin, one seat; workers A 187-6788 through A 208-0985, thirty seats."
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Venture loading bay one
"He's not coming," Ada Beaumont said quietly, rested her hand on her husband's back, kept her eyes front, on the movement of machinery, the loading of cannisters onto the lift, an intermittent clank and crash.
Bob Davies said nothing. Nothing was really called for, and Bob was careful with protocols. Ada stayed still a moment— looked aside where some of the ship's crew were rigging the ropes to channel boarding personnel to the lift— but the bay up on the frame was empty yet, the shuttle on its way up from Venture's belly, close to match-up with the personnel deck. The lift yonder would take them by groups of ten, synch them out of Venture's comfortable rotation, to let them board the null G
shuttle. The azi were to go first, taking the upright berths in the hold and to the rear of the cabin, and then the citizen complements would follow, in very short sequence.
But Conn stayed in his quarters. He had rarely come out of them since their arrival in the system. The ship was crowded; departments were busy with their plans: possibly no one noticed. He played cards and drank with the two of them— he had done that, at the end of watches, regularly. But he never came out among the staff.
"I think," Ada Beaumont said more quietly still, when the crew was furthest from them and only Bob could possibly hear. "I think Jim shouldn't have taken this one. I wish he'd take the out he still has and go back to Cyteen. Claim health reasons."
And then, in further silence, Bob venturing no comment: "What he actually said was— 'You handle things. You'll be doing that, mostly. The old man just wants to ride it out easy.' "
"He wasn't that way," Bob said finally.
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"It's leaving Cyteen. It's Jean, I think. He never showed how bad that hurt."
Bob Davies ducked his head. There was noise in the corridor to the left.
Some of the azi were coming up. The clock ran closer and closer to their inevitable departure. He reached and took his wife's hand— himself in the khaki that was the uniform of the day for everyone headed planetward, civ or military. "So maybe that's why he can sit up here; because he can lean on you. Because he knows you'll do it. You can handle it. And there's Pete Gallin. He's all right."
"It's no way to start out."
"Hang, he can't make every launch down here."
" I'd be here," Beaumont said. She shook her head. The azi line entered the bay, brighteyed, in soiled white coveralls; weeks with no bathing, some of them with gall sores from the bunks. There were already difficulties. Some of the details regarding the azi were not at all pretty, not the comfortable view of things
the science people or even the troops had had of the voyage. At least Conn had been down seeing to the azi, she gave him that.
He had been down in the holds during the voyage, maybe too often.
Now Conn handed it to her. She knew the silent language. Had served with Conn before. Knew his limits.
He had been drinking— a lot. That was the truth she did not tell even Bob.
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Venture communications log
"Venture shuttle one: unloading now complete; will lift at ready and return to dock. Weather onworld good and general conditions excellent.
Landing area is now marked with the locator signal…."
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"Venture shuttle two now leaving orbit and heading for landing site…."
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Venture hold, azi section
"Passage 14," the silk-smooth voice intoned, "will be J 429-687 through J
891-5567; passage 15…."
Jin smiled inwardly, not with the face, which was unaccustomed to emotion. Emotion was between himself and the tape, between himself and the voice which caressed, promised, praised, since his childhood. He had no need to show others what he felt, or that he felt, unless someone spoke directly to him and entered the bubble which was his private world.
When the time came, he listened to the voice and gathered himself up along with the rest of them in his aisle, stood patiently as everyone lined up, coming down the ladder to join them. And then the word was given and the file moved, out the door they had not passed since they had entered the ship, and through the corridors of the ship to the cold room which admitted them to the lift chamber. The lift jolted and slid one way and the other, and opened again where there was no gravity at all, so that they drifted— "Hold the lines," a born-man told them, and Jin seized the cord along with the rest, beside a silver clip on the line. "Hold to the clips with one hand and pull yourselves along gently," the born-man said, and he did so, flew easily upward along the line in the company of others, until they had come to the hatch of the ship which would take them to the World.
It was more lines, inside; and they were jammed very tightly into the back of the hold while more and more azi were loaded on after them. "Secure your handgrips," a born-man told them, and they did so, locking in place the padded bars which protected them. "Feet to the deck." They did the best they could.
It took a short time to load. They were patient, and the others moved with dispatch: the hatch closed and a born-man voice said: "Hold tight."
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So they went, a hard kick which sent them on their way and gave them the feeling that they were lying on the floor on top of each other and not standing upright. No one spoke. There was no need. The tape had already told them where they were going and how long it would take to get there, and if they talked, they might miss instruction.
They believed in the new world and in themselves with all their hearts, and Jin was pleased even in the discomfort of the acceleration, because it meant they were going there faster.
They made entry, and the air heated, so that from time to time they wiped sweat from their faces, crowded as they were. But weight was on their feet now, and it was a long, slow flight as the engines changed over to ordinary flight.
"Landing in fifteen minutes," the born-man voice said, and soon, very soon, the motion changed again, and the noise increased, which was the settling of the shuttle downward, gentle as the settling of a leaf to the ground.
They waited, still silent, until the big cargo hatch opened where they had not realized a hatch existed. Daylight flooded in, and the coolth of outside breezes flooded through the double lock.
"File out," the voice told them. "Go down the ramp and straight ahead. A supervisor will give you your packets and your assignments. Goodbye."
They unlocked the restraints line by line in reverse order to that in which they had loaded, and in that order they went down the ramp.
Light hit Jin's eyes, the sight of a broad gray river— blue sky, and green forest of saplings beyond a hazy shore— the scars of a camp on this one, where earthmovers were already at work tearing up the black earth. Clean air filled his lungs, and the sun touched the stubble on his head and his face. His heart was beating hard.
He knew what he had to do now. The tapes had told him before and during the voyage. He had reached the real beginning of his life and nothing but this had ever had meaning.
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LANDING
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Military Personnel:
Col. James A. Conn, governor general
Capt. Ada P. Beaumont, It. governor
Maj. Peter T. Gallin, personnel
M/Sgt. Ilya V. Burdette, Corps of Engineers
Cpl. Antonia M. Cole
Spec. Martin H. Andresson
Spec. Emilie Kontrin
Spec. Danton X. Norris
M/Sgt. Danielle L. Emberton, tactical op.
Spec. Lewiston W. Rogers
Spec. Hamil N. Masu
Spec. Grigori R. Tamlin
M/Sgt. Pavlos D. M. Bilas, maintenance
Spec. Dorothy T. Kyle Spec. Egan I. Innis
Spec. Lucas M. White
Spec. Eron 678-4578 Miles
Spec. Upton R. Patrick
Spec. Gene T. Troyes
Spec. Tyler W. Hammett
Spec. Kelley N. Matsuo
Spec. Belle M. Rider
Spec. Vela K. James
Spec. Matthew R. Mayes
Spec. Adrian C. Potts
Spec. Vasily C. Orlov
Spec. Rinata W. Quarry
Spec. Kito A. M. Kabir
Spec. Sita Chandrus
M/Sgt. Dinah L. Sigury, communications
Spec. Yung Kim
Spec. Lee P. de Witt
M/Sgt. Thomas W. Oliver, quartermaster
Cpl. Nina N. Ferry
Pfc. Hayes Brandon
Lt. Romy T. Jones, special forces
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Sgt. Jan Vandermeer
Spec. Kathryn S. Flanahan
Spec. Charles M. Ogden
M/Sgt. Zell T. Parham, security
Cpl. Quintan R. Witten
Capt. Jessica N. Sedgewick, Confessor-advocate Capt. Bethan M. Dean, surgeon
Capt. Robert T. Hamil, surgeon
Lt. Regan T. Chiles, computer services
Civilian Personnel:
Secretarial personnel: 12
Medical/surgical: 1
Medical/paramedic: 7
Mechanical maintenance: 20
Distribution and warehousing: 20
Robert H. Davies
Security: 12
Computer service: 4
Computer maintenance: 2
Librarian: 1
Agricultural specialists: 10
Harold B. Hill
Geologists: 5
Meterologist: 1
Biologists: 6
Marco X. Gutierrez
Eva K. Jenks
Education: 5
Cartographer: 1
Management supervisors: 4
Biocycle engineers: 4
Construction personnel: 150
Food preparation specialists: 6
Industrial specialists: 15
Mining engineers: 2
Energy systems supervisors: 8
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TOTAL MILITARY 45
TOTAL CITIZEN STAFF 341; TOTAL NONASSIGNED
DEPENDENTS: 111; TOTAL ALL CITIZENS: 452
ADDITIONAL NONCITIZEN PERSONNEL:
"A" class: 2890
Jin 458-9998
Pia 86-687
"B" clas
s: 12389
"M" class:4566
"P" class: 20788
"V" class: 1278
TOTAL ALL NONCITIZENS: 41911
TOTAL ALL MISSION: 42363
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Day 03, Colony Reckoning
Newport Base, Gehenna System
The hatch opened, the ramp went down, and Conn looked about him… at stripped earth, at endless blocks of two-man tents, at the shining power tower and the solar array that caught the morning sun. Beyond them was the river and on their left, the sea. From the origin of the river, mountains rose; and forest skirted them; and plains running down to this site, with forest spilling onto it from another low surge of hills behind the shuttle landing. He knew the map in his sleep, what was here now and what would come. He inhaled the warm air, which was laden with a combination of strange scents; felt the gravity which was different from the standard G of ships and a little different than that of Cyteen. He felt a slight sense of panic and refused to betray it.
The staff waited, solemn, at the foot of the ramp. He walked down— he wore civilian clothes now, no uniform; and took the hand of Ada Beaumont and of Bob Davies and of Peter Gallin… in shock at the change in them, at shaved heads and shaved faces, when the rest of the mission was now at least well-stubbled.
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"I didn't authorize this," he said to Ada Beaumont. Temper surged up in him; outrage. He remembered they had witnesses and smothered the oath.
"What's going on?"
"It seemed," Beaumont said firmly, "efficient. It's dirty down here."
He swept a glance about him, at the sameness; at military officers converted to azi-like conformity. Beaumont's democracy. Beaumont's style. He scowled. "Trouble?"