“Huh! That?” He peered near sightedly and then his face took on a sneering look as he recognized the naked weapon. “That’s right. Come among peaceful folk with a stunner. Blast your way through us! Take all we’ve worked for these long decades. I told the others we’d never be allowed to keep Ireta. You lot always keep the prizes for yourselves, don’t you?”
“Sir, we answered a distress signal as we are required to do by space law. We will report your condition to Fleet Headquarters. In the meantime, may we offer you any medical supplies or—”
“Do you think we’d take anything from the likes of you?” The old man was spluttering with indignation. “Nothing is what we want from you! Leave us alone! We’ve survived! That’s more than the others could have done! We’ve survived. This is our world. We’ve earned it. And when—”
The woman beside him covered his mouth with her hand.
“That’s enough, Tanegli. They understand.”
The old man subsided, but as the woman turned to Rianav and Titrivell, he continued to mumble under his breath, throwing angry glances at the two spacers.
“Forgive him, Lieutenant. We bear no malice. And as you see,” her broad gesture took in the well-constructed buildings, the fields, the obviously healthy people behind her, “we do very nicely here. Thank you for coming but there is no distress now.” She took a half-step forward, her body shielding the old man as she added. “He has delusions at his age, about rescuers and about revenge.
He is bitter, but we are not. Thank you for answering the signal.”
“If you didn’t send it, then who did?” Rianav asked.
The woman shrugged. “Tardma, one of the originals, used to say that a message was sent before the stampede. But no one came. She was often contradicted.”
In her own way, the woman was as eager to be rid of them as Aygar had been. But it was also obvious to Rianav that Aygar had said nothing, at least to the woman and the old man, about the earlier encounter.
“Nothing you need from our stores? Medicine? Matrices? Do you have an operative comunit?
We can request a trader to touch down. They’re always looking for new business and a young settlement …” Rianav looked past Tanegli. The woman must be his daughter, for she bore a resemblance to him. The others stood back quietly, but obviously were straining to hear every word. Some of the smaller children were working their way round to get a good look at the sled.
“We’re self-sufficient, Lieutenant,” was the adamant reply.
“No trouble with the indigenous life-forms? We’ve seen some huge—”
“This plateau is safe from the large herbivores and their predators.”
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Anne McCaffrey – Dinosaur Planet II – The Survivors
“I shall make my report accordingly.” Rianav saluted and, with a smart about face, strode back to the sled with Titrivell.
She didn’t like having her back to the group. She could feel the tension in Titrivell but Discipline kept her pace controlled and suppressed her urge to look behind her.
Tension showed in Portegin’s face and he shoved the canopy back hard enough for it to bounce forward again on its track. Rianav and Titrivell wasted no time climbing into the sled and were barely seated when Portegin executed a fast vertical lift and without spoken order, headed directly back over the falls.
“Every single one of those adults was bigger than we are by a third of a meter, Lieutenant,”
Portegin said. His lips were dry.
“As soon as we’re out of sight behind that ridge, take a direct course to our camp, helmsman.”
“They might not have had gravity to contend with,” Titrivell remarked, “but that’s a mighty fit bunch of people.”
“They’d have to be to survive on this planet and keep their aim in mind.”
“Their aim, Lieutenant?”
“Yes, helmsman. They want to own all of this planet, not just that plateau or whatever other rights they’d possess on a shipwreck claim.”
“But they can’t do that! Can they, Lieutenant?” Portegin shifted uneasily in the pilot’s seat, clasping and reclasping the control bar with anxious, quick fingers.
“We’ll know more after we’ve made our report to the proper authorities, helmsman.”