6th Grade Alien - There's An Alien In My Backpack Part 7

We had been back for only a few moments when the speaker above the kitchen door belched for attention and informed me that I was wanted in the office of the Fatherly One.

"Time to meet the Inspection Team," I said.

"Good luck, champ," said McNally.

Beezle Whompis and Ms. b.u.t.tsman were both waiting outside the Fatherly One's office.

"Don't worry, Pleskit," said Beezle Whompis. "You'll do fine."

At the same time, Ms. b.u.t.tsman was fussing over me, straightening my collar, brus.h.i.+ng dust that only she could see off my sleeve, and generally acting in a way almost guaranteed to make a being worry.

The two of them were like matter and antimatter. Sometimes I wondered if they would explode if they got too close together. Right now I wondered if either of them was the traitor.

When I entered the office of the Fatherly One, I saw that the team consisted of three members.

The Fatherly One stood to introduce me. "Gentlebeings," he said, speaking in Standard Galactic. "I would like you to meet my childling, Pleskit Meenom."

"Ah, the hero of the galaxy," said one of the team, a short, stocky being. I was a little embarra.s.sed when they all began to applaud, each inyeeble's own way-which ranged from slapping hands against knees to a very loud tongue-clucking sound.

The Fatherly One took me to each of them in turn. The first was named Earla Fif!,or Fif!for short. Fif!was tall and had stiff, transparent wings growing from her shoulders. The wings reached nearly to the floor. Their edges looked sharp, and though I couldn't be sure without asking an impolite question, I had a feeling they were probably asuseful .for weapons as they were for flying.

"And this is Sookutan Krimble," said the Fatherly One, guiding me to the next member of the team.Frek Krimble[Frek is the proper term of address for certain important beings fromyeeble's planet) was also tall.Yeeble's orange skin and scales reminded me of Beebo, but the stylish black robe and the dignified wayyeeble carriedyeebleseli could not have been more different from our cute but mischievous visitor. The third member of the team was a short, blue being with enormous eyes and a three-p.r.o.nged nose who was called Paznod 5. "Actually," she said with a musical laugh, "my full name is Paznod [three-tone whistle] Five. But I only use that for very formal occasions. Let me tell you again, Pleskit, how impressed I am with what you and your friends accomplished on Billa Kindikan. We are in your debt." She lowered her eyes,then added, "If it were up to me, we would not bother with this inspection at all. It seems ungracious. But the uproar occasioned by the discovery of a GrandUrpelli in your Fatherly One's territory makes it necessary. "

"I understand," I said, nodding my head and farting respectfully.

The diplomats began talking to the Fatherly One again. They droned on, and though I was trying to be polite and look interested, I was having a hard time staying awake-until I felt the portable communicator I had given to Tim start vibrating in my pocket.

Without intending to, I leaped to my feet.

"Are you all right, Pleskit?" asked the Fatherly One, scowling slightly. "I'm fine," I said quickly, sticking my hand in my pocket to try to cover the device so that no one would see it vibrating. "It's just that Isuddenly remembered something important I need to take care of regarding school."

"I'm sure the boy has better things to do than listen to us talk," said Fif! "Why don't you let him go, Meenom?"

The Fatherly One's face tightened, and he looked a little suspicious. But he bent hissphen-gnut-ksher in acceptance. "We'll see you for dinner, Pleskit," he said. "Formal garb tonight, please."

"I look forward to it with pleasure," I said, relieved that my brain was still working well enough to respond with the diplomatically proper words.

I bid each of thevisitors goodbye, then hurried to my room.

I was very worried. I knew Tim would not be using the comm device unless it was an emergency. I feared he had been attacked byJordan and was calling for help.

When I was finally alone I pulled the device from my pocket and pushed the connect b.u.t.ton.

"Tim. Tim, are you there?"

I was relieved to hear his voice. The relief lastedonly an instant-just long enough for me to hear what he was saying.

"Pleskit, we need help. Beebo is sick."

"How sick?"

"I can't tell. It looks serious." Tim paused,then said, "I think he may be dying!"

CHAPTER 15.

[PLESKIT] The Daylight Ride of Eargon Fooz I felt the dim haziness ofkleptra stealing over me. It would have been pleasant to succ.u.mb to its dark emptiness, to just let go of the world and all its problems. But I could not do that. Beebo's life might be at stake.

But what should I do?

I had to go gethim, that was clear. No Earth doctor would have the slightest idea what to do for him.

Could I do that without alerting the Inspection Team to what was going on?

"Pleskit?" said Tim, sounding worried. "Pleskit, are you still there?"

"Yes, I'm here. I'm just thinking. Where are you?"

"We're in back of the school, at the door farthest from the parking lot, the one near the art room."

"All right, don't move. I'll figure out some way to come and get you."

"What aboutyour Fatherly One?" asked Tim, sounding worried.

"I don't know!" I snapped. "I'll worry about that next. Don't go anywhere."

"Don't worry," said Tim, sounding scared. "We won't."

"Hurry, Pleskit," said another, familiar voice.

"Rafaella?"I asked in surprise. "What are you doing there?"

"Never mind that now," said Tim. "Just get over here!"

"Right.See you soon."

I clicked off the pocket communicator and closed my eyes to think. I decided the best thing to do was go for McNally.

To my despair, when I went to the kitchen to look for him, Shhh-foop told me he had been called in to meet the Inspection Team. Now what? Even if I could have gotten Beebo into the emba.s.sy without alerting anyone to what was going on, there was no way I could get McNallyout of that meeting without causing a scene and creating questions.

And without McNally, how could I get over to the school?

Then it hit me! Eargon Fooz! She was the only adult being in the emba.s.sy not tied up with the fuss created by the arrival of the Inspection Team. And it didn't matter that she couldn't drive-she couldrun to the school, maybe even get there faster than the limo would have, since she wouldn't be stopping for traffic lights and so on. I raced to her living quarters, which were on one of the upper floors, as she preferred to be somewhat solitary. I burped a command to her door. It took my picture and showed it to her inside, indicating that I was requesting admission.

A second later the door slid open.

She had been decorating her room to look like her home on Billa Kindikan. One wall had a three-dimensional jungle mural. Pictures of her five children were mounted on a pole in the center of the room.

She extended her humanlike arms in greeting. "What can I do for you, Pleskit?"

"I have a friend who's in trouble. Can you take me tohim, help me bring him back here?"

I was not surprised when she agreed without even asking any more questions. That's the kind of being she is.

We took the transport tube down to the garage. Without even trying to explain to the astonished Ralph-the-Driver what was going on, we galloped up the ramp and out throughThorncraftPark . Soon we were pounding our way through the streets ofSyracuse , Eargon Fooz's powerful legs beating out a rhythm on the concrete sidewalks as we headed for the school. It was a quiet weekday afternoon, and most people were still at work. A few pedestrians gawked or cried out or cheered as we went rattling by. Some tried to chase us, but they couldn't keep up, of course. Fortunately, no one was near when we came galloping into the school's parking lot-not more than ten minutes after we left the emba.s.sy.

"They're around back," I said to Eargon Fooz, who was barely panting despite her exertions.

We found Tim and Rafaella near the back door of the school. They were kneeling, and Rafaella was cradling something in her arms.

I slid off Eargon Fooz's back.

"What's going on?" I asked, rus.h.i.+ng over to them.

They didn't say anything, just pulled back so I could see what they had between them.

Curled in Rafaella's arms was Beebo. He had his knees clutched to his chest, and his skin had faded from its usual bright orange to a pale yellow. I reached out to touch him.

He felt cold.

At my touch he twitched slightly,then opened his eyes. "Pleskit?" he asked, reaching one tiny hand toward me. He hadn't moved it more than a few inches before he gave a tiny cough. His arm fell limp, and he closed his eyes again.

CHAPTER 16.

[TIM].

Tough Decision I was incredibly relieved when Pleskit showed up with Eargon Fooz. I had been terrified that Beebo was going to die before we could get help for him. I was still terrified when they got there, but it felt better to have someone show up who ought to know more about alien biology than we did.

"How did this happen?" asked Pleskit.

I shook my head. "Idon't know. We heard him cough, and when I opened the backpack we found him like this."

Big tears welled up in Rafaella's eyes. "He's soadorable, it's just heartbreaking to see him like that. Can you tellwhat's the matter with him, Pleskit ?"

Pleskit looked really nervous. "It's hard to say," he muttered."Could be anything from not getting enough air in the backpack to having an allergic reaction to the planet."

Eargon Fooz uttered a weird jumble of sounds.

Pleskit looked distressed as he translated. "She says we have to take him back to the emba.s.sy."

"That could end up costing your Fatherly One the Earth franchise!" I cried.

"And your planet its freedom," he replied grimly. I felt sick. What was the cost of freedom? I knew people fought and died for it. But could you buy it with an innocent life?

I looked down at Beebo.What is one person worth} I wondered. It always seemed like a weird question to me. I hear politicians and ministers and talking heads on TV babbling on about how every human life is priceless. They'll pa.s.s some law and say, "This is going to cost a million dollars, but if it saves just one life, it's worth it." So does that mean a life is worth a million dollars? And if it's worth a million dollars to save just one life, then how come we let people starve to death when it would cost only a few hundred to feed them for an entire year?

So, what is a life worth?

A fortune?

A planet?

Are some lives worth more than others?

If so, who gets to choose?

My head was starting to spin.

Then Beebo coughed again.

This was just one life, but it was here in our hands. If we didn't do something, that life might end. Yet if we did the only thing we could, the consequences might be terrible.

Maybe someone older, smarter, stronger, tougher would have made another choice. But I didn't have the courage to just sit there and watch Beebo die.

"Eargon Fooz is right," I said. "We have to get him to the emba.s.sy."

"Iagree," said Pleskit. "Comeon, help me get him into the backpack. Eargon Fooz and I will take him back." He looked at me. "Did you ride your bike today?"

"Yeah.I'll follow you over."

"Me, too," said Rafaella.

Pleskit hesitated,then nodded. "See you there."

I helped him onto Eargon Fooz's back, then carefully handed up the backpack with Beebo in it.

As they galloped off, Rafaella and I went to get our bikes. We didn't talk much as we pedaled over to the emba.s.sy. I was busy wondering if Pleskit's Fatherly One was going to blame this whole mess on me-and if he did, just exactly what a powerful alien amba.s.sador might do to a puny little Earth kid who had just cost him a chance at the greatest fortune in the history of the galaxy.

I didn't even think about the other part, the part about what might happen if Meenom was removed fromthe mission and the planet was a.s.signed to some other, less friendly Trader.

I couldn't.

CHAPTER 17.