Drawing myself up on my dignity, I answered as haughtily as I could, “I was brought here on a special flight, at great expense. At least your superiors recognize the value of a scientist, even if you don’t.”
They looked at each other. It was difficult to read the expression on their feline faces, but to me they seemed uncertain, fully suspecting that I was lying through my teeth but unable to be sure. Then they did what all soldiers in every era do when in doubt: they marched me to their commanding officer.
Thus I was trooped from one giant Skorpis to another, from the pier to the command post at its base, from the command post to the quarters of the officer of the guard. From there to the offices of the chief of security, where a Skorpis wearing a chestful of ribbons on a cinnamon-colored uniform eyed me with enormous suspicion from behind an airport-sized desk. There were no obvious gender characteristics among the Skorpis, at least none that I could detect with their uniforms on, but I knew from my briefing information that this security chief was a female, as all Skorpis officers were.
“You come out of the sea with no clothes, no equipment?”
I must admit that I did feel slightly foolish standing in front of her with nothing but a pair of shorts that were still dripping wet. “I am with the human scientists,” I said with as much dignity as I could command. “I was simply swimming near the base to check the structures that have been built underwater.”
“And you claim that you arrived three days ago.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“There has been no flight into this base since the fleet departed after the battle several weeks ago,” she growled at me.
“Take me to my fellow scientists,” I insisted. “They’ll vouch for me.”
“There has been no flight in here for several weeks,” she repeated.
“There was one. Perhaps you were not informed about it.”
“That is impossible. Who are you and where are you from?”
I kept insisting that she take me to the other human scientists. She studied me the way a cat studies a bird chirping on a limb, just out of reach.
“The only other humans on this planet were the assault team that we wiped out. Perhaps we didn’t exterminate all of you….” There was a heavily gouged square of wood on her desktop. Unconsciously, she scraped the unsheathed claws of one hand along it. Or was it unconsciously? I got the impression she would like to use her claws on me.
I continued my bluff. “If you’ll simply let me see my fellow scientists, I’m certain that all this confusion can be cleared up.”
She shook her head in a very human negative.
“What harm could it do?” I coaxed. “One single human, unarmed, in the midst of a whole baseful of warriors?”
“You could be carrying an explosive device inside you. You could be an android. A walking bomb. The humans are very clever that way.”
I shrugged carelessly. “Examine me, then. Probe me with search beams.”
“You’ve already been probed,” she replied. “While you’ve been standing here.”
“Have you found any explosives? Anything at all but normal human organs inside a normal human skin?”
“You humans are very clever,” she muttered again.
After nearly an hour of stubborn intransigence, she finally decided to march me personally—with a squad of six fully-armed warriors escorting us—to the part of the base where the human scientists were quartered.
“They sleep at night,” she said disdainfully as we walked through the camp. It was bustling with activity, much as a human camp would in early morning. “This will disturb them.”
It seemed to me that she did not mind disturbing the humans. Not in the slightest.
The humans were in a compound separated from the rest of the base by a fence of energy beams. Two Skorpis guards snapped to spine-popping attention as the officer approached. They turned off a section of the fence for us to walk through. The officer ordered our escort to remain at the fence. “Come if I call you,” she commanded them. They saluted as one single organism.