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　that　the　so…called　Humans　now　occupying　the　Robotech　Masters'　ravaged　and　forlorn　moon　had　put　on　quite　a　show…with　the　kind　of　pomp　and　circumstance　the　Regent　strived　to　imitate。　He　was　almost　sorry　he　hadn't　gone　there　himself。　What　with　most　of　his　remaining　fleet　anchored　in　Fantomaspace；　was　there　really　anything　to　fear？　he　asked　himself。　Still；　the　fact　remained　that　there　were　too　many　unanswered　questions。　What；　after　all；　did　the　would…be　mander　of　the　Human　forces…this　Major　General　Edwards…want？　He　had　been　so　quick　to　e　to　the　Regent's　aid　in　that　matter　of　the　Sentinels'　ship。。。But　it　bothered　the　Regent　that　the　Human　had　yet　to　ask　for　anything　in　return。　Did　he　simply　wish　to　capitalize　on　the　Sentinels'　defeat　to　move　himself　higher　in　the　chain　of　mand；　or　were　these　machinations　part　of　some　larger　scheme？

In　a　certain　sense　the　answer　was　unimportant；　the　Regent　decided　at　last…providing　he　could　make　use　of　that　factionalism　that　divided　the　Human　forces。

He　regarded　the　image　in　the　munications　sphere；　catching　a　look　in　his　double's　eyes　that　troubled　him。　〃Is　there　news　of　Tesla？〃

〃There　is；〃　the　simulagent　said。　〃It　appears　the　Tesla　was　aboard　the　Farrago　when　our　forces　destroyed　it。〃

Tesla；　dead；　the　Regent　thought。　It　touched　him　in　a　way　he　would　never　have　believed　possible。　But　perhaps　it　was　not　true；　perhaps　there　were　survivors　of　that　battle？　He　had　yet　to　hear　from　the　follow…up　forces　who　had　been　sent　in　to　resecure　the　planet。　〃Who　seems　to　be　in　charge？〃　he　asked　after　a　moment。

〃As　you　surmised；〃　the　simulagent　continued；　〃there　are　signs　of　an　ongoing　power　struggle；　principally　between　Edwards　and　a　certain　Dr。　Lang…a　scientist　who　did　his　best　to　charm　me　during　the　introductory　sessions。〃

〃Is　Lang　the　weaker　one；　then？〃

〃No。。。no；　this　is　not　my　belief。　The　scientist　in　fact　seems　to　have　the　backing　of　the　Humans'　council…an　assembly　that　functions　as　a　kind　of　governing　body。〃

The　Regent　found　the　idea　odd…as　he　had　the　puzzling　gerontocracy　the　Robotech　Masters　had　favored。　He　couldn't　understand　how　twelve　minds　could　agree　on　anything；　when　he　and　his　queen…merely　two　minds…had　quarreled　over　every　decision。

〃Then；　you　must　work　on　Edwards；〃　the　Regent　said。　〃Promise　your　continued　support　in　his　petty　struggle　if　it　es　down　to　that。　Tell　him　we'll　join　forces。　But　just　make　certain　you　learn　the　whereabouts　of　their　homeworld！　and　how　they　came　to　possess　Protoculture。　It　may　be　that　they　know　more　than　we　do　about　Zor's　matrix　or　the　Masters'　destination。〃

〃Am　I　to　make　no　demands　of　Edwards　in　return　for　our　support；　Your　Highness？　It　hardly　seems　a　wise　move。〃

The　Regent　stared　at　the　sphere's　image　in　disbelief。　Was　this　some　evil　mirror　he　was　looking　into　now？　〃Just　what　would　you　have　me　demand？〃　he　asked；　seething　under　the　restraint　he　kept　in　his　voice。

〃The　brain；　to　begin　with。　Along　with　their　promise　to　keep　out　of　the　sectors　we　still　control。〃

The　Regent　made　a　dismissive　motion　toward　the　sphere。　〃These　things　are　obvious；　servant。　What　else　is　on　your　mind？〃

〃Minmei；〃　the　simulagent　said　without　explanation。

The　Regent　made　an　irritated　sound　and　scowled。　〃What's　a　Minmei？〃

〃The　Human　female　that　sang　for　my　benefit。〃

The　Regent　caught　himself　from　staggering　back　from　the　sphere。　He　had　only　the　vaguest　understanding　of　this　thing　called　singing；　but　the　implication　was　clear　enough：　the　simulagent　was　flawed　in　the　same　way　that　the　Regis　was。　She　had　allowed　herself　to　be　seduced　by　Zor；　and　now　this　pathetic　creature　the　Regent　had　sent　to　Tirol　was　falling　victim　to　the　same　perverse　urge！　Was　there　no　end　to　these　injustices！

〃Hear　me；　grub；〃　the　Regent　growled；　hood　puffed　up　like　a　poisonous　sac。　〃My　reach　is　long　enough　to　end　your　life　where　you　stand。　Do　my　bidding；　or　feel　the　power　of　my　wrath。〃

The　simulagent　genuflected　for　the　remote　eye　of　the　sphere。　〃My　lord。〃

〃Now　and　always；〃　the　Regent　said；　shutting　down　the　device。


Rick　had　spent　the　better　part　of　the　Praxian　day　inside　the　GMU；　brainstorming　with　Vince　and　Wolff　about　possible　ways　to　contact　the　orbiting　Spherisian　drive　module。　Onboard　puters　had　calculated　the　period　of　the　module's　eccentric　course；　and　gone　on　to　project　just　how　much　Sekiton　fuel　the　thing　contained；　how　far　the　module　could　be　expected　to　fold；　and　just　when　its　newly…attained　orbit　around　Praxis　might　decay。　But　there　were　still　no　solutions　to　the　big　questions　of　how　to　reach　the　module　or　bring　it　down。

Rick　left　the　base　just　before　sunset；　as　had　bee　his　habit　this　past　month；　and　joined　the　core　group　in　their　makeshift　camp　on　the　outskirts　of　the　Praxian　inland　city。　He　wasn't　fond　of　the　scene；　which　reminded　him　more　of　a　recreational　campground　than　the　billet　it　was　supposed　to　be。　Things　were　not　just　lax；　but　loose；　as　though　everyone　but　him　had　grown　to　accept　the　situation。　There　was　a　logic　to　it；　of　course；　it　made　no　sense　to　walk　around　tied　up　in　knots。　But　just　the　same；　Rick　had　no　patience　with　placency；　and　he　silently　hoped　that　an　idea　would　e　to　them　one　night　while　sitting　around　these　camp…fires　paring　cultural　notes。　So　he　stood　in　line　with　the　rest　of　them　now；　Human　and　XT　alike；　and　helped　himself　to　the　Praxian　gruel　the　mess　staff　was　cooking　up　to　supplement　the　reconstituted　meals　and　nutrient　pills　taken　from　the　base's　dwindling　stores。　Moreover；　these　sessions　were　the　only　waking　hours　he　got　to　spend　with　Lisa…the　new　Lisa；　that　was；　the　liberated　Lisa。

Where　Gnea　and　Bela　were　still　unforgiving　of　Miriya　Sterling's　Zentraedi　past；　they　had　embraced　Lisa　as　though　she　were　a　long…lost　member　of　the　Sisterhood。　At　first　Rick　was　not　entirely　unhappy　about　it；　but　all　at　once　Lisa　seemed　a　different　person　than　the　one　who　had　argued　so　strongly　against　his　joining　the　Sentinels　to　begin　with。　And　while　it　was　true　that　what　was　good　for　Lisa　was　good　for　the　group；　Rick　couldn't　help　but　feel　a　bit；　well；　jealous　of　the　partnership　Gnea　and　Lisa　had　formed。　The　Praxian　seemed　to　draw　this　sort　of　reaction　everywhere　she　stepped。　Rick　knew　that　Karen　was　having　troubles　with　her；　and　he　guessed　that　even　Bela　must　be　harboring　some　ambivalent　feelings　about　her　friend's　sudden　preoccupation　with　Lisa。

With　Gnea　it　was　martial　skills　that　mattered　most；　but　beyond　speed　and　strength；　Lisa　had　discovered　something　else：　an　independence　and　self…assertiveness　that　was　taking　some　getting　used　to。

Rick　had　these　thoughts　in　mind　when　she　came　over　to　sit　beside　him　in　the　firelight；　still　flushed　and　exhilarated　from　her　latest　weapons　training　session。　She　talked　about　the　feel　of　the　halberd　in　her　hands；　the　power　of　the　naginata；　she　was　practically　poetic　in　describing　Gnea's　crossbow　and　two…handed　shortsword。　Rick　took　it　all　in；　forcing　a　smile　and　offering　all　he　could　in　the　way　of　appropriate　nods　and　utterances；　but　behind　the　smile　his　mind　was　doing　backflips。　What　next？　he　asked　himself。　Would　he　e　out　here　one　evening　to　find　her　parading　around　in　some　skimpy　fighting　costume；　like　Bela's　bossed　and　D…ringed　body　harness？　Would　she　suddenly　take　to　buccaneer　boots；　some　totem…crested　helm；　long…bladed　dirks　and　throwing　knives？　Rick　shuddered　at　the　thought；　grateful　for　the　fact　that　that　damned　Robosteed；　Halidarre；　was　temporarily　grounded。　Unfortunately；　however；　the　Praxian's　lambent…eyed　malthi；　Hagane；　was　not；　and　the　winged　pest　nearly　parted　Rick's　hair　as　it　came　darting　in　just　now　to　settle　itself　on　Bela's　bulky　forearm　sheath。

Rick　muttered　a　curse　and　looked　over　at　his　wife。　〃Glad　to　hear　how　well　it's　going；〃　he　told　her。　〃And　I'm　sure　all　this'll　e　in　handy　at　the　next　Tirol　decathlon。〃

She　looked　at　him　askance　and　took　a　forkful　of　food　from　his　plate。　〃Something　bothering　you；　Rick？〃

〃No；　no；　I　mean；　it's　good　to　see　you　keeping　busy；　Lisa。〃

〃Is　that　what　you　think　I'm　doing…'keeping　busy'？〃

Rick　inclined　his　head；　eyes　narrowed。　〃It's　what　we're　all　doing；　isn't　it？　What　am　I　supposed　to　do：　spit　in　my　palm　and　pledge　my　fealty　to　someone？　'For　the　Eternal　She　and　the　glory　of　Haydon！'〃　Rick　mimicked。

〃Rick…〃

〃No；　really。　Maybe　we　should　all　be　practicing　swordplay　and　crossbow　technique；　leaps　and　high　jumps。　Then　maybe　one　of　us'll　be　able　to　reach　that　module　instead　of　wasting　away　down　here。〃

Almost　everyone　in　the　circle　caught　an　earful　of　Rick's　words；　and　the　usual　evening's　chatter　abruptly　ceased。　The　fires　crackled；　and　four　Hovercycles　could　be　heard　approaching　the　perimeter。　Lisa　and　Rick　seemed　to　be　locked　in　an　eye…to…eye　contest　when　Jack；　Karen；　Kami；　and　Lron　entered　the　camp。　Jack　took　a　long　look　around；　oblivious　to　the　unfortable　silence　his　swaggering　entrance　had　dispersed；　and　announced　cheerfully：　〃Wait'll　you　hear　what　we　found。〃


〃They've　agreed　to　help　us；〃　Veidt　said　later　on；　hovering　into　the　cavern　where　Rick　and　some　of　the　other　Sentinels　were　puzzling　over　the　hideous　cave　paintings　Karen　had　pointed　out。　〃If　'agreed'　is　the　proper　word。〃

Karen　noted　that　there　were　fewer　globes　than　there　had　been　that　afternoon；　several　had　apparently　found　their　way　out；　as　evidenced　by　the　fact　that　one　or　two　had　been　found　bobbing　against　the　ceiling　close　to　the　mouth　of　the　cave。

〃Then　they　are　life…forms？〃　Rick　said。

〃Oh；　most　assuredly。〃

Rick　heard　Bela　snort　behind　him。　After　Jack　had　told　them　of　the　find；　the　Praxian　women　claimed　to　have　heard　tales　of　these　orb　creatures　from　Arla…Non；　chief　of　the　Sisterhood。　But　the　things　were　believed　to　be　extinct；　just　as　the　beasts　depicted　on　the　cave　wall　were…or　so　Rick　and　the　others　hoped。

They　had　all　tried　to　convince　Rick　that　the　orbs　could　wait　until　the　morning；　but　he　had　insisted　Jack　lead　them　back　to　the　caves　immediately。　Now；　not　quite　four　hours　since　Jack's　return　to　the　base；　Rick　and　half　a　dozen　or　so　of　the　core　group　were　standing　in　the　floodlit　heat　of　the　cave；　listening　to　the　results　of　Veidt's　telepathic　probe。

〃I　register　no　sense　of　how　they　came　to　arrive　here；〃　the　mouthless　Haydonite　was　mind…speaking；　motioning　to　the　cavern。　〃I　only　know　that　their　destiny　lies　somewhere　in　space。　This　condition　of。。。levity　is　but　a　transitional　stage　in　their　life　cycle。　They　are　sentient；　in　what　might　be　termed　a　primitive；　or　instinctual；　fashion。　But　the　important　thing　is　that　they　seem　to　understand　our　need　for　their　assistance…their　support；　if　I　may　be　permitted　to　play　with　your　language　some。　In　fact；　Sarna　and　I　detect　a　certain　desperateness　to　their　own　flight…as　if　they　are　not　merely　obeying　a　behavioral　directive；　but　are；　in　quite　a　real　sense；　escaping。〃

No　one　felt　a　need　to　state　the　obvious：　Praxis　was　a　tectonic　nightmare　from　which　they　all　wished　to　awaken。　The　heat　and　stench　of　the　cave　only　reinforced　that　fact。　And　if　the　cave　was　indeed　a　volcanic　vent　of　some　sort；　it　was　no　wonder　the　globes　were　anxious　to　leave。

Cabell；　his　face　and　glabrous　pate　beaded　with　sweat；　was　watching　one　of　the　smaller　creatures　now；　as　it　bobbed　its　way　toward　the　entrance。　He　couldn't　help　but　be　reminded　of　Tiresia's　antigrav　spheres；　and　he　began　to　question　if　there　wasn't　some　mysterious　connection　here。

Rick　was　watching　the　same　sphere；　but　he　was　wondering　just　how　many　it　might　take　to　lift　an　Alpha　to　the　edge　of　the　Praxian　envelope。　〃Do　they　understand　what　we're　asking　of　them？…the　specifics；　I　mean。〃

Veidt　hovered　over　to　a　position　directly　beneath　a　cluster　of　the　creatures。

〃The　mecha　should　lift　off　on　its　own　power；〃　Sarna　answered　for　him。　〃After　that；　Veidt　and　I　will　be　able　to　herd　the　orbs　into　place。〃

Excited；　Rick　punched　the　palm　of　his　hand。　He　swung　around　to　Jack　and　Karen。　〃Contact　the　GMU。　Tell　Vince　to　round　up　the　Skull　and　the　Wolff　Pack。　We've　got　to　work　fast　and　assemble　a　crew　for　the　module。〃

〃Will　we　be　heading　back　to　base？〃　Karen　thought　to　ask。

Rick　shook　his　head。　〃Give　Vince　our　position。　Tell　him　what　we've　learned。〃　He　glanced　up　at　the　globes；　rivulets　of　sweat　running　down　into　his　eyes。　〃I　want　the　base　to　e　to　us。〃


While　members　of　the　Sentinels　hurried　to　break　down　the　camp　and　ready　the　GMU　for　motion；　Burak　was　breaking　the　news　to　Tesla。　The　Invid　made　him　repeat　it　several　times　until　satisfied　he　had　all　the　details　straight。

He　had　felt　certain　all　along　that　he　wasn't　fated　to　end　his　days　on　Praxis；　and　now　Burak　had　brought　word　that　Hunter　and　the　others　had　discovered　a　way　to　reach　the　orbiting　drive　module。　With　precious　little　time　to　spare；　Tesla　thought　as　he　and　Burak　packed　away　the　few　belongings　the　Invid　kept　in　his　cell。

Ever　since　his　earlier　ingestion　of　the　mutated　fruits；　his　mind　had　been　reeling；　locked　in　a　kind　of　revelatory　state；　where　answers　came　to　him　full…blown；　like　short…lived　explosions　of　light。　He　had　been　asking　himself　why　the　Regis　had　e　to　Praxis　in　the　first　place；　it　was　a　question　that　had　been　plaguing　him　on　and　off　for　months　now。

It　was　before　the　mutiny　aboard　the　Farrago　that　they　had　encountered　one　another；　when　Tesla　had　landed　on　Praxis　to　choose　specimens　for　the　Regent's　zoo。　The　Regis　had　given　him　a　vague　explanation　then；　and　it　didn't　occur　to　him　until　much　later　on　to　question　her　responses。　With　the　continual　quakes　to　spur　him　on；　however；　and　the　aid　of　the　fruits；　the　answer　became　obvious：　she　had　e　here　to　conduct　further　Genesis　Pit　experiments…part　of　her　grand　scheme　to　transmute　the　Invid　race　into　something　Tesla　himself　could　not　yet　begin　to　imagine。　Optera　had　been　the　site　of　the　first　Pits；　where　Tesla　and　most　of　the　other　evolved　Invid　were　birthed。　But　the　Regis's　experiment　there　had　almost　doomed　the　planet；　it　had；　in　fact；　touched　off　the　initial　search　for　secondary　worlds　she　might　employ。　Abandoning　Optera　and　the　Regent；　she　had　finally　e　to　Praxis　to　hollow　out　new　Pits　deep　in　the　planetary　core。　And　of　course　that　was　why　she　had　left　the　place…because　her　experiment　was　following　the　same　course　it　had　taken　on　Optera。

Left。　But　for　where？　Tesla　asked　himself。。。

He　put　a　hand　on　Burak's　shoulder　as　they　were　about　to　leave　the　room。　〃You　say　they　will　be　choosing　a　crew　to　pilot　the　first　Alpha　up　to　the　module？〃

Burak　felt　the　strength　of　the　Invid's　grip；　and　tried　to　shake　it　off；　but　could　not。　〃Are　we　going　to　die　here；　Tesla？〃　he　asked　in　a　faltering　voice。　〃Peryton；　my　people…〃

〃Quiet；　you　fool！〃　Tesla　stepped　through　the　doorway；　glancing　around　to　assure　himself　that　no　one　was　within　earshot；　then　swinging　back　around　to　Burak。　〃We　won't　die　here…not　if　we're　part　of　that　crew；　we　won't。〃

Burak's　face　contorted。　〃But　how…〃

〃You　leave　that　to　me。　I　just　need　to　know　one　thing。〃　Tesla　sniffed　at　him。　〃Can　you　pilot　that　Spherisian　module？〃

〃I　suppose　so；〃　Burak　said　uncertainly。

Tesla　stretched　out　his　thick　neck。　〃Then　we're　all　set。〃


CHAPTER　THREE

In　Admiral　＇Rick＇　Hunter's　personal　notes　＇recorded　on　Praxis＇；　we　learn　of　several　discussions　that　took　place　between　Cabell　and　Bela　regarding　the　issue　of　child…bearing　among　the　Praxians。　（Hunter　himself　was　nonplussed　to　hear　Bela　refer　to　Arla…Non　as　her　〃mother。〃）　＇Bela＇　even　allowed　Cabell　to　tour　the　whaashi…〃birthing　center；〃　or　creche…although　refused