Chapters (84)
- Cover
- Also by W. Michael Gear
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Epilogue
Kalico gave the girl a glance from the corner of her eye as she cupped her whiskey. “You’re not alone. Took me a while and a couple of figurative bloody noses to figure out how these crazy libertarians think.”
“Yeah,” Kylee climbed off the stool. “Well, for the moment, I’ve got to pee.”
Talina wiped her lips, and said, “I’ll show you where and how—”
Kylee arched a chastening brow. “I lived at Mundo, Ta Li Na. We had plumbing. I know how to use a stool. Don’t worry, I won’t pee on the floor. Just point out where the toilet’s at.”
“There,” Talina pointed to the back of the room. “It’s behind the stairs. Through the aquajade-wood door. It’s communal. Stalls on the right, urinals on the left.”
Talina saw Kylee’s sudden hesitation as she realized that she’d be crossing forty meters of open floor by herself. Sort of like walking a gauntlet of staring strangers. Talina said, “You sure you don’t want me—”
“Hey, I got this,” Kylee half growled as she set off across the paving stones.
Talina muttered, “Maybe I ought to—”
“You’ll embarrass her,” Shig noted, beneficent gaze following the young woman as she strode purposefully down the aisle, head up, eyes fixed straight ahead.
“Got to give her credit,” Dek said. “She’s doing better than I thought she would.”
“She tried to steal Inga’s fork,” Kalico reminded.
“Trade,” Talina corrected, seeing Kylee reach the door to the toilets. “And we’re going to have to teach her what a handshake means.”
“What do you hear from Turalon?” Dek asked, turning back to his plate and forking a cube of roasted crest.
Kalico took a sip of her whiskey. “They’re about four days out. Tallia O’Hanley’s been getting a steady stream of messages now that the delay is down to a couple of minutes. She records them, sends a reply that the Supervisor will take them under advisement, and piles them in a stack. Anything that’s really important, she sends a query to Two Spot, and he lets me know. Most of the stack is filled with demands and interrogatives that are just plain silly.”
“That’s what we were discussing when you arrived,” Shig said. “Obviously, they’re going to have to make planet here. PA is the only place with housing and amenities. For once, the cargo is moderately useful, things we need to fix some of our broken equipment. Given that most of what they carry is meant for PA, we’ll broker an equitable compensation in siddars that will pay for their lodging and provide spending currency for the crew and transportees.”