(C) info... I do not own Bean, Ender, Petra, Nikolai, Carlotta, Graff, etc. and probably never will.
Ender's Return
"We can't avoid the threat! You know that."
"We can't avoid it, but we can ignore it until it grows."
"Are you insane? Ignore it until it grows? Once it grows, it will be too late."
"Ender Wiggins is off planet, do you know how old he'd be by the time we could get him back?"
"Not according Bean."
"Bea...Julian? He's 8 years old!"
"You know as well as I do that the kid's smarter than either of us will ever be."
"What does he propose?"
"Cryogenic freezing."
"We've been attempting that since the twentieth century. It's not going to happen."
"It already has."
"What?"
"Will you not interrupt?"
"I'm listening."
"That wasn't my question."
"Tell me."
***
Bean's "parents" stood at the door in front of Bean and Nikolai.
"You can't do that!"
"I'm sorry ma'am," the tall officer stated, "But the entire crew must come."
"But these are our children! Haven't they been through enough?"
"Ma'am, we need the entire crew. If you don't let us take them, we will have you arrested."
Bean sat emotionless.
Parents?
It was an interesting way to put it, but it wasn't true.
Bean lived with Julian and his wife.
Supposedly he was genetically related, but they weren't his parents.
Nikolai's parents definitely, but not Beans.
They were his legal guardians, but with the bustle in the Earth now that the Formic war was over and the I.F was
crumbling what was legality really?
"Mother," yet again an odd term, but it pleased her, "I need to go."
"What?"
His parents turned and the guard grinned.
"I said, I need to go."
"I don't understand." said his mother.
"The lives of every human in the world are at stake."
He groaned inwardly.
What a dramatic saying.
He cared some.
He didn't want everyone to die, but coming right down to it the moon colonies had humans in better shape.
Still saying, "My life is at stake as well as the 3 or 4 odd people I care about or need for my success" didn't seem
to be as good an argument.
His mother wouldn't hurt a fly; much less let the earth die to keep her sons near her.
"Alright." She sighed.
The guard spoke, "You, Bean, you have five minutes to pack."
"What about Nikolai?" Asked Bean's 'Father'.
"He was not in the crew."
So they weren't talking Dragon Squad, thought Bean.
They were talking the ones in Ender's jeesh. That meant...
"What about Wiggins?"
"He's being brought back to earth immediately."
"How?" Asked his mother.
"That's confidential, I.F information."
"But..."
Bean almost spoke, but he felt no obligation.
Why bother telling them?
It wouldn't matter, they wouldn't believe them and if the information slipped it could make Bean's job even longer.
Of course he didn't particularly want to return here.
Rotterdam had been horrible, but he didn't like this 'family life'.
Still he didn't want to waist time either.
He walked to room and pulled out what he needed, stuffing it into a bag.
He returned to the room.
"I'm ready."
"Julian!"
His mother cried.
Again he cringed.
Bean may not be the best name, but Julian?
It wasn't him.
He hugged her.
Not because he wanted to, but because it was what seemed right, and turned.
"Goodbye."
"How long till we see him again?"
"I don't know ma'am."
Ender's Return
"We can't avoid the threat! You know that."
"We can't avoid it, but we can ignore it until it grows."
"Are you insane? Ignore it until it grows? Once it grows, it will be too late."
"Ender Wiggins is off planet, do you know how old he'd be by the time we could get him back?"
"Not according Bean."
"Bea...Julian? He's 8 years old!"
"You know as well as I do that the kid's smarter than either of us will ever be."
"What does he propose?"
"Cryogenic freezing."
"We've been attempting that since the twentieth century. It's not going to happen."
"It already has."
"What?"
"Will you not interrupt?"
"I'm listening."
"That wasn't my question."
"Tell me."
***
Bean's "parents" stood at the door in front of Bean and Nikolai.
"You can't do that!"
"I'm sorry ma'am," the tall officer stated, "But the entire crew must come."
"But these are our children! Haven't they been through enough?"
"Ma'am, we need the entire crew. If you don't let us take them, we will have you arrested."
Bean sat emotionless.
Parents?
It was an interesting way to put it, but it wasn't true.
Bean lived with Julian and his wife.
Supposedly he was genetically related, but they weren't his parents.
Nikolai's parents definitely, but not Beans.
They were his legal guardians, but with the bustle in the Earth now that the Formic war was over and the I.F was
crumbling what was legality really?
"Mother," yet again an odd term, but it pleased her, "I need to go."
"What?"
His parents turned and the guard grinned.
"I said, I need to go."
"I don't understand." said his mother.
"The lives of every human in the world are at stake."
He groaned inwardly.
What a dramatic saying.
He cared some.
He didn't want everyone to die, but coming right down to it the moon colonies had humans in better shape.
Still saying, "My life is at stake as well as the 3 or 4 odd people I care about or need for my success" didn't seem
to be as good an argument.
His mother wouldn't hurt a fly; much less let the earth die to keep her sons near her.
"Alright." She sighed.
The guard spoke, "You, Bean, you have five minutes to pack."
"What about Nikolai?" Asked Bean's 'Father'.
"He was not in the crew."
So they weren't talking Dragon Squad, thought Bean.
They were talking the ones in Ender's jeesh. That meant...
"What about Wiggins?"
"He's being brought back to earth immediately."
"How?" Asked his mother.
"That's confidential, I.F information."
"But..."
Bean almost spoke, but he felt no obligation.
Why bother telling them?
It wouldn't matter, they wouldn't believe them and if the information slipped it could make Bean's job even longer.
Of course he didn't particularly want to return here.
Rotterdam had been horrible, but he didn't like this 'family life'.
Still he didn't want to waist time either.
He walked to room and pulled out what he needed, stuffing it into a bag.
He returned to the room.
"I'm ready."
"Julian!"
His mother cried.
Again he cringed.
Bean may not be the best name, but Julian?
It wasn't him.
He hugged her.
Not because he wanted to, but because it was what seemed right, and turned.
"Goodbye."
"How long till we see him again?"
"I don't know ma'am."