Chapters (24)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Episode One: The B-Team
- Episode Two: Walk the Plank
- Episode Three: We Only Need the Heads
- Episode Four: A Voice in the Wilderness
- Episode Five: Tales from the Clarke
- Episode Six: The Back Channel
- Episode Seven: The Dog King
- Episode Eight: The Sound of Rebellion
- Episode Nine: The Observers
- Episode Ten: This Must Be the Place
- Episode Eleven: A Problem of Proportion
- Episode Twelve: The Gentle Art of Cracking Heads
- Episode Thirteen: Earth Below, Sky Above
- Extras
- After the Coup
- Hafte Sorvalh Eats a Churro and Speaks to the Youth of Today
- The End of All Things Teaser
- Tor Books by John Scalzi
- About the Author
Liu laughed. “Indeed you are,” he said, in unaccented English. “Your pronunciation is terrible. But I appreciate the effort. Can you do the same trick for my colleagues?”
Wilson could and did, conversing briefly in Brazilian Portuguese, Arabic and German before bringing his attention to Lowen.
“I don’t believe I need to do the translation trick with you,” he said to her.
“Répétez, s’il vous plaît?” Lowen said.
“Uh,” Wilson said, and scrambled to respond in French.
“No, no, I’m just messing with you,” Lowen said, quickly. “I’m from Colorado.”
“We’ve known each other thirty seconds and already I can tell you’re difficult, Ms. Lowen,” Wilson said, testing.
“I prefer to think of it as challenging, Lieutenant Wilson,” Lowen said. “I assumed you’d be able to handle it.”
“I don’t mind,” Wilson assured her.
“You sound midwesterny to me,” Lowen said. “Maybe Ohio?”
“Indiana,” Wilson said.
“Did you hear about the Cubs?” Lowen said.
Wilson smiled. “I heard something about that, yes.”
“They finally won a World Series and the world did not end,” Lowen said. “All those prophecies, shot to hell.”
“Disappointing, really,” Wilson said.
“Not to me,” Lowen said. “The Earth is where I keep all my stuff.”
“You and Lieutenant Wilson seem to get along, Doctor Lowen,” Liu said, watching the exchange between the two.
“We seem to speak each other’s language, yes,” Lowen said.
“Perhaps you wouldn’t mind being our point person with the lieutenant,” Liu said. “It would be easier to route all our requests for him through a single person.”
“If you like, Ambassador Liu,” Lowen said, and turned back to Wilson. “That work for you, Lieutenant?”
“Will you submit all your requests in French?” Wilson asked.
“If you really have a hankering to experience my genuinely atrocious high school French any more than you already have, then, sure,” Lowen said.
“Then we have a deal,” Wilson said.
“Merveilleux,” Lowen said.
Wilson glanced over to Abumwe, whose expression was caught between amusement and annoyance. Well, you wanted me to make friends with the American, Wilson thought.
* * *
The negotiations with the Burfinor did not go well.
“We regret to inform you that our minister in charge of trade has said that the initial conditions for our negotiation are, in her mind, too unfavorable toward us,” said Blblllblblb Doodoodo, whose first name was most accurately pronounced by humans by rapidly moving their finger back and forth on their lips and then crooning the second half.