Skolian Empire - Skyfall Part 1

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Catherine Asaro.

The Saga of the Skolian Empire.

SKYFALL.

Acknowledgments.

I would like to express my grat.i.tude to the readers who gave me input onSkyfall.Their comments greatly helped the book. Any errors that remain are mine alone.



To Aly Parsons, Jeri Smith-Ready, and Trisha Schwaab for their thorough readings; and to Aly's Writing Group for critiquing scenes: Aly Parsons, Simcha Kuritzky, Connie Warner, Al Carroll, Michael La Violette, and J.G. Huckenpoler. A special thanks to my editor, Jim Minz, for his insight and suggestions; to my publisher, Tom Doherty; production manager, Fiorella de Lima; art director, Irene Gallo; publicist, Jodi Roscheff; copy editor, Nancy Wiesenfeld; Natasha Panza; and to all the other fine people at Tor and St. Martin's Press who did such a fine job making this book possible; to my excellent agent, Eleanor Wood, of Spectrum Literary Agency; and to Binnie Braustein, for her enthusiasm and hard work on my behalf.

A most heartfelt thanks to the s.h.i.+ning lights of my life, my husband, John Kendall Cannizzo, and my daughter, Cathy, whose constant love and support make it all worthwhile.

Part One:

Lyshriol

1.

Roca.

Her son was going to start a war.

Rocapaced in the starport lobby, trying to ignore the hail that battered the gla.s.s wall to her left. Outside, a storm raged in the night. She felt like raging herself. She had eluded her bodyguards and escaped their trap, only to be caught on this backwater world by something as absurd as the weather. Most ports could easily operate under such conditions, but this one gave new meaning to the word "dilapidated." All s.h.i.+ps were grounded until the storm cleared. If she could have used normal travel lines, she wouldn't have had to come through here, but the same modernization that made most ports so convenient also made it that much easier for Kurj's guards to catch her.

Kurj.

Her son.

Rocastopped at the window and pressed her palms against the gla.s.s as she stared into the storm. Its driving force reminded her of Kurj. Strangers often a.s.sumed he was her uncle or a much older brother, but in fact he was her firstborn son, her sole child. Although he was only thirty-five, he had already become a modern-day warlord, commander of the J-Force in the military. He had earned his rank by being the smartest, hardest, most versatile pilot in the J-Force.Roca had no doubt he did his job well, but neither the ambition nor the aggression that drove him were moderated by the wisdom of age.

Restless, she paced to a waist-high column with a holo above it that listed departures. No s.h.i.+ps were leaving, not even freighters. The reports scrolling below the display predicted the storm would last for days. She couldn't believe that, in this progressive age, such an ancient problem could stop a port from sending out vessels.

Thunder cracked and a burst of rain pounded the window-wall behind her, as if to mock her thoughts.

Frustrated, she crossed her arms. She had to get off this world. Soon. If her layover lasted much longer, she would miss the upcoming session of the a.s.sembly. Her presence there shouldn't have mattered; Kurj had her proxy to cast her votes.

But it did matter.

In this session, the a.s.sembly would vote on whether or not to invade the Platinum Sectors.Roca 's people claimed that region in s.p.a.ce, which abounded with ore-rich asteroids, but the Eubian Traders had taken control of it and refused to negotiate.

Rocawished now she had stayed on Parthonia, the world where the a.s.sembly met. But it hadn't been unusual when she received an invitation to the inauguration of a premier on the world Irendela. As Foreign Affairs Councilor, she often represented the a.s.sembly at such events. This wasn't the first time she had asked Kurj to cast her votes; he attended almost every session, more than her parents even, and though she and Kurj didn't agree on some issues, she had always trusted him. He was, after all, her son.

She wasn't certain what had made her suspect Kurj arranged the invitation so she would miss the upcoming a.s.sembly session. She had no reason to believe he could have foreseen that the Irendela premier would requestRoca stay longer to help mediate a political dispute. Whatever spurred her intuition, she had delved deeper into the tangle of links between Irendela and Parthonia. Her son had left no hard evidence, but she recognized his methods; he had deliberately manipulated events on Irendela to delay her return. He wanted her to miss the a.s.sembly session because he intended to cast her votesfor instead of against the invasion. To cast them herself, she had to appear in person; Kurj could block any web signal she used. And with the ballot so close, her votes could be the deciding factor.

Now, after all her work to escape Irendela, she was stuck. How could it be that she lived in one of the greatest interstellar civilizations ever known and she couldn't find a single s.h.i.+p out of here? If she didn't reach the a.s.sembly in time, her son would start a war their people could never win.

Lost in thought,Roca just barely noticed the man headed toward her, his gaze downcast, his manner preoccupied. In the same instant she dodged out of his path, he looked up, saw her, and jumped to the side. They ran smack into each other.

Rocastumbled back, her face heating. "My apologies."

The man stared at her, a flush spreading across his face. "I'm terribly sorry."

She managed to smile. "Please don't be."

He cleared his throat. "I'm always clumsy around gorgeous women." Then he winced at his own words.

Rocas.h.i.+fted her weight. "Thank you." She knew she sounded chilly, but she had never been good at moderating her tone when she felt ill-at-ease. Alone here, with no bodyguards, she had lost the sense of emotional insulation she usually experienced.

However, she was also an empath. The fellow's mood was so strong, it came through the mental barriers she raised to protect her thoughts and respect the privacy of others. He felt mortified by his statement, convinced he sounded like an idiot.

"It's all right," she added, trying for more warmth.

He hesitated. "You look familiar. Do you act in holovids?"

Rocaanswered quickly. "I used to be a dancer." She hoped he hadn't realized her actual ident.i.ty.

Although it wasn't a secret, she preferred it kept quiet. Now, on her own, she particularly didn't want to be recognized. But perhaps her a.s.sumed ident.i.ty as a performer would sidetrack him.

"The Parthonia Royal Ballet!" He snapped his fingers. "Of course. I saw you inHarvest of Light.You're Celina Lesson."

It took her a moment to recognize his p.r.o.nunciation of her pseudonym, Cya Liessa. Then relief flowed over her. "Yes, I didHarvest of Lighta few years ago."

"Excellent." He peered at her. "Do you know, I've never seen anything like that metallic gold color of your hair and eyes. In the performance, I thought it was makeup. But it's real."

Rocaflushed. "Yes. It is real."

"Amazing!" He beamed at her. "I'm glad to have met you."

"You are kind, sir." She tried not to sound stiff.

After they parted,Roca breathed more easily. It felt odd to speak with a stranger; her bodyguards usually formed a bulwark separating her from the rest of humanity. Nor did she perform much now. She had to conserve her energy. She still had her youth; top-of-the-line nanomeds in her body delayed her aging, making her look twenty, though she was in her fifties. But the constraints on her life imposed by her duties as an a.s.sembly Councilor left little time or energy for other pursuits.

She wasn't going to be performing any duties, political or otherwise, if she didn't reach Parthonia in time.

More determined than ever, she went to a row of consoles against one wall. She took her ID chip out of a pocket in her jumpsuit and slid the small disk into a console. The holo of a pleasant-looking woman appeared above a horizontal screen, though the grainy quality of the image washed out details.

"Good evening," the fuzzy holo said. "What can I do for you?"

Rocasquinted at it. "I need a flight out of this starport. As soon as possible. Now, in fact."

"I am sorry, Gentlewoman Liessa." The holo simulated regret. "No s.h.i.+ps can leave the port."

"Surely you can manage something."

"I am sorry. No s.h.i.+ps can leave the port."

"I would like to speak to a person."

"I will forward your request."

Rocaknew what that meant; they would file and forget it. Right now, the port authorities probably had hundreds of such requests, as stranded travelers scrambled to make arrangements.

"Run code I4DE," she told the holo. It would find 14DE on her ID chip. Nice code, that. It could crack open the port security and erase the record of her inquiries.

As the holo vanished, a neutral voice said, "Cleanup done."

Rocaretrieved her chip, then glanced around to make sure no one could overhear. Seeing she was alone, she turned back to the console and inserted a new ID chip. The holo reappeared-and bowed. "My honor at your presence, Your Highness."

"My greetings,"Roca said. "I would like to meet with the person who schedules outgoing s.h.i.+ps."

"One moment, please." After a great deal more than one moment, the holo said, "Director Vammond can see you. His a.s.sistant will meet you in the lobby. Look for a tallbot."

"Thank you."

"You are welcome, Your Highness. Can we do anything else for you?"

"No, that's all." Relieved,Roca erased her interaction with the system and pocketed her chip.

A humanoid robot was approaching from across the lobby, its body scuffed and dented. When it reached her, it bowed. "Please come with me." Its voice had no inflection.

They headed into a nearby corridor, the tallbot walking slowly at her side, its joints creaking.Roca sincerely hoped the s.h.i.+ps in Director Vammond's port were in better condition than his a.s.sistants.

Vammond greetedRoca in an office barely big enough for the two of them. Consoles and shelves crammed it. He was standing behind a table covered with light-pens, palmtops, thread-cable, and machine parts. Gray streaked his brown hair, and he carried far more weight around his middle than would someone who could afford the treatments that kept people thin regardless of what they ate.

He bowed toRoca as the tallbot held the door open for her. "You honor my humble port with your presence, Lady."

"Thank you, Director Vammond."Roca heard the coolness in her voice. It wasn't what she intended, but she felt too tense to add more warmth.

He waved ruefully at the clutter. "I would offer you a chair, but I'm afraid I have no place to put one."

"Please don't worry." She waited until the tallbot closed the door, leaving her and Vammond in private.

"Director, I would rather my ident.i.ty remain confidential."

"Certainly." He hesitated. "I wouldn't have expected you to be traveling alone."

Rocafelt the tickling in her throat that came when she was afraid. Sheshouldn'tbe traveling alone. She tried to project a lack of concern. "It isn't unusual, given how closely my staff monitors my itinerary." In fact, no one had any idea where she had gone. It was the only way to prevent Kurj from tracking her.

His intelligence network spread across the Skolian Imperialate. She dreaded what he would do when he found out she had escaped his guards, but she was d.a.m.ned if he was going to manipulate her into letting him start a war.

Vammond didn't press the matter. He beckoned her to his console, moving aside so she could read the screen. "I think we can do something for you."

Rocaran to the freighter through torrential rain. The s.h.i.+p was in a remote location with no covered walkways or robot sleeves to take her to its hatch. Rusted equipment had blocked the magcar that brought her here. She didn't care. It mattered only that she had a way off this planet.

The freighter had no stairs for boarding. She hurried up a pitted ramp, but it ended a meter below the hatchway. Someone reached out of the hatch. Unable to see clearly in the rain,Roca grabbed the offered hand, and its owner hauled her into the s.h.i.+p. She stumbled forward, rain cascading off her jumpsuit. She didn't even have a jacket. Her hair had tumbled out of its roll and fell in heavy, soaking lengths to below her hips, plastered against her body.

"You're getting my deck wet," an irritated voice said.

Wiping rain out of her eyes,Roca peered at the person who had pulled her up, the captain apparently, since this freighter had no other crew or pa.s.sengers. From the voice, she had expected a man, but it was a woman-a brawny, weathered, annoyed woman. Half a head larger thanRoca , she stood over six feet tall. She wore her blond hair in a spiky cut, and her faded coveralls looked even older than her beat-up s.h.i.+p.

Rocapushed back her streaming hair. "My greetings. And my apologies for the mess."

The captain didn't crack a smile. "Right." She grabbedRoca 's arm and hauled her into the bridge, though that seemed a generous description. The pilot's and copilot's chairs were crammed in the front, facing screens that had seen better days. Equipment covered the walls, obviously scavenged from other s.h.i.+ps and cobbled together.

The captain shoved her toward the copilot's seat. "Strap in. We're leaving."

"Welcome to you, too," Roca muttered.

"Listen, honey." The captain looked her over as if Roca were an overpriced piece of equipment. "I don't know who you are, and I don't care who you f.u.c.ked to get this favor. I'm taking you for one reason and one reason only; it gets me out of this h.e.l.lhole. Don't expect special treatment here."

Roca stared at her, water dripping off her body. "I didn't have s.e.x with anyone." She took a breath, reminding herself she needed this person's goodwill to reach the next port. "And I appreciate your willingness to take me."

The captain jerked her hand at the copilot's chair. "We won't be going anywhere if you don't strap in."

Roca bit back her tart response and squeezed into the seat. It took her several embarra.s.sing moments to figure out what to do; this seat had none of the aides or automatic functions she took for granted on her yacht. She had to pull the safety webbing around her body and fasten it herself.

The captain wedged into her own chair and began her preflight checks. She seemed intent on her controls, but she spoke as if she had seen Roca's every move. "Haven't you ever strapped in before?"

Roca flushed. "Of course."

The other woman snorted. "You ready to go?"

"Yes." In truth, Roca didn't want to go anywhere in this s.h.i.+p. It was a wonder it continued to operate.

But the captain had been willing to take off even knowing the weather blinded the port's outdated and poorly maintained safety systems. The freighter could take her to Skyfall, a backwater world in the hinterlands of settled s.p.a.ce. Two days later, a supply shuttle was scheduled to put in to Skyfall. That s.h.i.+p would take her to Metropoli, one of the most heavily populated worlds of the Imperialate. From there, she could catch a flight to Parthonia, where the a.s.sembly met.

Skyfall. Roca had never heard of it. Neither, it seemed, had anyone else. She and Vammond had been unable to dig up much about the planet except a schedule for the supply shuttle.

Unexpectedly, the captain grinned. It made her look like a predator. "We're off."

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