Chapters (108)
- About the Author
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- 1 - Outside Context Problem
- I
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- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- 2 - Not Invented Here
- I
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- III
- 3 - Uninvited Guests
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- 4 - Dependency Principle
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- 5 - Kiss The Blade
- I
- II
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- IV
- V
- VI
- 6 - Pittance
- I
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- IV
- V
- VI
- 7 - Tier
- I
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- IV
- 8 - Killing Time
- I
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- IV
- V
- VI
- VII
- VIII
- 9 - Unacceptable Behaviour
- I
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- VII
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- XIII
- XIV
- 10 - Heavy Messing
- I
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- V
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- VII
- VIII
- IX
- X
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- XII
- XIII
- XIV
- XV
- 11 - Regarding Gravious
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- XIV
- 12 - Faring Well
- I
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- VI
- Epilogue
The waiter was half the size of the big male and childishly unscarred unless you counted the stump of the creature’s rear beak. The juvenile floated closer, trembling even more than politeness dictated, until it was within a tentacle reach. ‘This thing,’ roared Fivetide, flicking a limb-end to indicate Genar-Hofoen, ‘is the alien beast-human you should already have been briefed on if your Chief is to avoid a sound thrashing. It might look like prey but it is in fact an honoured and treasured guest and it needs feeding much as we do; rush to the animals’ and outworlders’ serving table and fetch the sustenance prepared for it. Now!’ Fivetide screamed, his voice producing a small visible shockwave in the mostly nitrogen atmosphere. The juvenile eunuch waiter vented away with suitable alacrity.
Fivetide turned to the human. ‘As a special treat for you,’ he shouted, ‘we have prepared some of the disgusting glop you call food and a container of liquid based on that poisonous water stuff. God-shit, how we spoil you, eh!’ He tentacle-slapped the human in the midriff. The gelfield suit absorbed the blow by stiffening; Genar-Hofoen staggered a little to one side, laughing.
‘Your generosity near bowls me over.’
‘Good! Do you like my new uniform?’ the Affronter officer asked, sucking back a little from the human and pulling himself up to his full height. Genar-Hofoen made a show of looking the other being up and down.
The average fully grown Affronter consisted of a mass the shape of a slightly flattened ball about two metres in girth and one and a half in height, suspended under a veined, frilled gas sac which varied in diameter between one and five metres according to the Affronter’s desired buoyancy and which was topped by a small sensor bump. When an Affronter was in aggressive/defensive mode, the whole sac could be deflated and covered by protective plates on the top of the central body mass. The principal eyes and ears were carried on two stalks above the fore beak covering the creature’s mouth; a rear beak protected the genitals. The anus/gas vent was positioned centrally under the main body.
To the central mass were attached, congenitally, between six and eleven tentacles of varying thicknesses and lengths, at least four of which normally ended in flattened, leaf-shaped paddles. The actual number of limbs possessed by any particular adult male Affronter one encountered entirely depended on how many fights and/or hunts it had taken part in and how successful a part in them it had played; an Affronter with an impressive array of scars and more stumps than limbs was considered either an admirably dedicated sportsman or a brave but stupid and probably dangerous incompetent, depending entirely on the individual’s reputation.