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His eyes felt scratchy. Toshio rubbed them, but that didn't seem to help.
He blinked and tried to look at De
He brought his hands to his ears. "De
The others looked up at him. De
Then her eyes opened in wide surprise. Toshio saw a blur of movement at the edges of his field of view. Then there were Kiqui in the forest, charging them through the bushes!
Toshio tried to draw his needler, knowing it was already too late. The aboriginals were already upon them, waving their short arms and screaming in tiny, high-pitched voices. Three plowed into him and two toppled De
Then, in an instant, the Kiqui were gone!
Amidst the grinding roar in his head, Toshio forced himself to turn over and look up.
De
With both shaking hands, he drew his needier. The few Kiqui in sight weren't heading this way, but squealing as they rushed the pool and dove in.
It's not their doing, he realized dimly.
He recognized the "sound" of a thousand fingernails scraping across a blackboard.
A psi attack! We have to hide! Water might cushion the assault. We should dive in, like the abos did!
His head roared as he crawled toward the pool. Then he stopped.
I can't drag De
He reversed direction until he reached a pool-side tree. He sat up, with his back against the bole. He tried to concentrate, in spite of the crashing in his brain.
Remember what Mr. Orley taught you, middie! Think about your mind, and go within. SEE the enemy's illusions… listen lightly to his lies… use the Yin and the Yang… the twin salvations… logic to pierce Mara's veil… and faith to sustain…
De
"De
He saw her turn slightly toward his voice, agony in her eyes as she pressed white bloodless hands over her ears. The shrieking intensified.
"Count your heartbeats, De
She stared at him, trying. He could see her inhaling deeply, mouthing slowly as she counted.
"Yes! Count, De
She locked onto his eyes, as he anchored himself to hers.
Slowly, as the howling within his head reached its crescendo, Toshio saw her nod faintly and give a faint grateful smile.
Sah'ot felt it too. And even as the psychic wave rolled over him, the pool was suddenly afroth with panicky Kiqui. Sah'ot was inundated by a babel of noise from all around and within. It was worse than being blinded by a searchlight.
He wanted to dive away from the cacophony. Biting back panic, he forced himself to lie still.
He tried to separate the noise into parts, the human contribution first. De
The Kiqui were in terror, squawling as they crashed into the pool.
:?: Flee! Flight…
from the sad great things
:?: Somebody Help
the great sad hurt things!
Out of the mouths of babes… When he concentrated on it, the "psi attack" did feel a bit like a call for help. It hurt like the hell of the deeps, but he faced it and tried to pin it down.
He thought he was making progress-certainly he was coping — when still another voice joined in, this one over his neural link! The song from below, that he had spent all night unable to decipher, had awakened. From the bowels of Kithrup it bellowed. Its simplicity commanded understanding.
+ WHO CALLS? -
— WHO DARES BOTHER +
Sah'ot moaned as he tore the robot link free. Three screaming noises, all at different levels of mind, were quite enough. Any more and he would go insane!
Buoult of the The
The shuttle cycled through the lock of his flagship, Quegsfire. The giant doors, comfortingly massive and enduring, swung shut behind them. The shuttle pilot plotted a course to the Tandu flagship.
Tandu.
Buoult flexed his ridge crest as a display of confidence. He would lose heat from the sail of nerves and blood vessels in the frigid atmosphere of the Tandu ship, but it was absolutely necessary to maintain appearances.
It might have been slightly less distasteful to make an alliance with the Soro instead. At least the Soro were more The
Better for them if we had, he thought. For we are kind patrons.
If the leathern Soro were meddlesome and callous, the spindly Tandu were horrifying beings. Their clients were weird creatures that set off twitches at the base of Buoult's tail when he thought of them.
Buoult grimaced in disgust. Politics made for strange gene transfers. The Soro were now strongest among the survivors. The The
Should the Tandu seem about to prevail, there would be another chance to switch sides. It had happened a number of times already, and would happen again.
Buoult steeled himself for the meeting ahead. He was determined not to let show any of his dread of stepping aboard a Tandu ship!
The Tandu didn't seem to care what chances they took with their crazy, poorly understood probability drive. The insane reality manipulations of their Episiarch clients often let them move about more quickly than their opponents. But sometimes the resulting alterations of spacetime swallowed whole groups of ships, impartially snatching the Tandu and their enemies from the universe forever! It was madness!
Just let them not use their perverted drives while I am aboard, Buoult's organs-of-prayer subvocalized. Let us make our battle plans and be done.
The Tandu ships came into sight, crazy, stilt-like structures that disdained armor for wild speed and power.
Of course even these unusual ships were mere variations of ancient Library designs. The Tandu were daring, but they did not add to their crimes the gaucherie of originality
Earthlings were in many ways more unconventional than the Tandu. Their sloppy gimmickry was a vulgar habit that came from a poor upbringing.