“Who did that? I don’t see any of you wearing bandages,” Torkel said, belligerently glaring around at those who were working in the temporary incident room set up in one of the half-empty warehouses on the perimeter of SpaceBase.
“I told Matthew to get under the table,” Whittaker cheerfully lied, “but he never did pay a blind bit of attention to sensible suggestions. Ask Captain Urambu! over there! He was one of the bunch that rammed into Matthew.”
Torkel’s accusatory stare relaxed slightly when he took in the huge frame of the Omnicron captain and the others in his group. They did, at least, have some noticeable face and hand cuts, and probably some bruises they would ignore. The captain was speaking into a hand held, evidently repeating everything he said, for he wore a resigned look of strained patience.
“At what point in the meeting did the earthquake happen, Dad?” Torkel asked, his manner and tone far less belligerent.
“About the time Matthew was banging the table and insisting the planet couldn’t be sentient.” Marmion said. “Oh, by the way, Whit, Coaxtl was released from durance vile by Frank Metaxos, Diego, and Faber, dressed up in uniforms and looking very officious. The poor vet turned Coaxtl over without a word, and she was last seen by Liam Maloney swiping fish out of the river at dawn.”
“Thank God for that!”
“Coaxtl?” Torkel looked from one to another in puzzlement.
“Yes, of course, Coaxtl was one of the plotters Matthew wished to indict,” Marmion said in the tone one used when speaking to someone of deficient intelligence. “Along with a little bitty skinny pregnant orange kitty cat. Quite subversive for felines, or so Matthew was going to try to prove.”
“Dr. Fiske?” Braddock Makem said with considerably more vibrancy in his voice than he had ever used in addressing his employer. “That earthquake was local, the epicenter the exact center of the landing field. Only those three small aftershocks, and no more expected.”
“Thank you, Makem,” Whittaker said, smiling. “Now, Torkel, where did you find the samples you brought back with you?”
“In one of the passages of the cavern we were all rescued from after your shuttle came down,” he said, and a look of disgust passed over his face. He made a fist. “We were right there, not more than ten meters from one of the biggest veins of pure gold I have ever seen, and these Petaybeans”
“I’ve had enough of that from you, Torkel, to last the rest of our mutual existence,” Whittaker said, abandoning his homespun manner and straightening up so abruptly that Torkel backed off a step in surprise at his father’s sudden authoritative manner. “Company policy has shifted from exploitation of the mineral wealth of this planet to its pharmaceutical”
“And renewable,” Marmion interposed, touching Whittaker’s arm in reminder.
“And renewable pharmaceutical wealth.”
“Its what?”
Torkel glared at his father, who stared him down, and then glanced about the room to spot any Petaybean on whom he could vent his frustrated anger.
“Colonel Yanaba Maddock and Dr. Sean Shongili,” his father began, noticing his discomfort, “will share a joint governorship of the planet Petaybee, under the auspices of Intergal and Nova Bene Drugs to develop a local industry of fine Petaybean pharmaceuticals”
“Ah, just a moment if you please,” said a light baritone voice.
Everyone turned to see the man who had discreetly appeared amidst them in the temporary incident room. He was wearing the distinctive gray and silver-trimmed uniform of a high-ranking official of the Collective Interplanetary Societies.
“I’ve just managed to land here, via the Prometheus, on a matter of gravest urgency,” he began. “Oh,” he added, smiling apologetically, “my name is Phon Tho Anaciliact. I seem to have come at a bad moment. I understand there has been a hearing under way today to determine the findings of an investigative committee. Who is the chairman of that committee?”
“I am.” Marmion creased her brows slightly in surprise.
“Madame, excuse me if I seem to over rule your authority, but I have taken it upon myself to investigate circumstances here. I have been hospitalized at the Intergal Infirmary Station for a virus I contracted on my last assignment in the Fuegan Galaxy. While at the hospital, I could not help but overhear a denizen of this planet, supposedly a witness for this committee, I learned upon inquiry, demand his conjugal rites with someone he referred to as an “ungrateful child.” He claimed that she had been seduced away from him and his family of other wives by some monstrous sentient life-form that apparently lives within this world. As you can imagine, much of what he had to say deeply disturbed me, and so I prevailed upon the captain of the Prometheus, who was bound for orbit here, to transport me, as well. I’m sure Intergal is aware that while they may govern humanoid life in accordance with CIS regulationswhich this witness apparently was not following-on their incorporated worlds, new life-forms are specifically the concern of the CIS. They are, in fact, specifically the concern of my department and myself.”