A/N: A much longer chapter than we've had of late. This is an involved scene and felt it deserved in-depth treatment. So without further ado…
Chapter 23
Warren squirmed in the harness, a despised contraption rarely donned the past several years. His wings argued against the pain of confinement, as they had done on Jandur. With Shozen, the Etagllot, and a telepath-possible-telekinetic on the hunt for them, it would be foolhardy to allow himself to be easily identified. Tider was a knowledge broker. Information a winged man visited would be a valuable commodity all too salable to those interested in buying. It was probably wishful thinking that the broker did not employ body scanners, Warren told himself, but no sense making it easy.
Ettwanae's Sat'reyan disguise was perfection. The quality of her cloak made the image inducer technology the X-men used look primitive. Their device merely fooled the eyes with a hologram. Hers fooled sophisticated scanners, touch, maybe even hearing since he detected no rustling of feathers as she moved. He placed his hand near her back, knowing he was brushing wings, yet felt only an oddness. He could not come up with a word for the sensation of feeling not quite nothing. Yet despite his neutralized sense of touch, Aru knew they were in physical contact and desire woke. He pulled his hand back as if from a hot flame.
Ettwanae shivered and smiled at him. "Amazing technology, isn't it?"
"Astonishing, actually. It works on all species?"
"All I've encountered so far."
Volu was cloaked and hunkered down outside the city in what passed as a ravine on the planet. Tchutchka Centrus was a flat world the likes of which Warren couldn't have imagined. He recalled reading comnet info on the planet back when he was learning about the Empire during his first year with Ztar, but reading of it and seeing it were two different things. Volu's holographic display of the planet during their recon orbit showed a planet nearly devoid of any geological feature taller than a three-story building. With nothing blocking, winds wiped the landscape. If he had to guess, he'd say they gusted to 80 mph plus outside the city that night, and it was a calm period according to Volu. Despite the arduous conditions, the ASurT Volu summoned provided a smooth ride obviously fully equipped to handle the ever-present gales of Tchutchka.
They had traveled in the early morning into the City of Im wanting to visit the shop during the usually quieter time at first opening. As soon as they entered Im, the wind dropped to a gentle breeze under the influence of wind dampening technology. While the natives were equipped to handle their planet's blustery nature, hurricane-force winds weren't good for tourism. The ASurT dropped them off down the street from the shop and Warren and Ettwanae walked to a service alley kitty-corner from the shop to watch for signs of life within. Gatebi and Flint continued on in the vehicle to procure a few supplies.
Ettwanae fished around in the pouch strapped around her waist. "Do you want an Ecanle bar?"
"Thanks," he said taking a bar from her outstretched hand, his fingertips brushing her palm. She smiled sweetly at the small contact. He mentally took a cold shower. They munched silently in morning shadows.
Warren reviewed for the umpteenth time how they would get what they wanted from Tider. They had no imperial credits, but Ettwanae was willing to give up one of the artifacts she'd acquired in her earlier exploits – a pair of U'larr piad purported to be a talisman that helped link bearers with each other through Ura. As fascinating as that sounded, Ettwanae and Volu had no idea how to operate it even if it did as claimed. 'If we gain information on the location of the missing memory nodes, it is well worth the loss,' she had said. With few choices, that was the plan. Warren hoped it was worth more than what his instincts were telling him. If it wouldn't pay for the information they needed, Warren may have to resort to other, riskier methods.
Ettwanae was constantly fiddling her amulet, which she'd pulled out of its hiding spot against her chest. 'Nervous,' Warren concluded. He watched as her fingers moved caressingly over the metalwork almost meditatively. It was a magnificent piece of artistry, even in its incomplete state. Delicate metalwork (he assumed it was metal) surrounded a central gemstone of a color that reminded him of Turzent hair – a deep crimson with lowlights of black. The deeply carved material varied in tone from soft bronze to a rich gold. The round amulet was about three inches across and circumcircled an inverted equilateral triangle that in turn encompassed an incircle. The incircle was the crimson crystal, while each point of the triangle was a memory port. Two empty indentations at the top points of the triangle waited to be filled with the missing nodes and the lower, third point was punctuated with her family's memory crystal. The strengthening sunlight was captured by the central gemstone and flickered in ruby and black flashes as Ettwanae handled it.
"The amulet is quite beautiful."
She looked at him and then down to the amulet. "It is, isn't it?"
"How old? Looks ancient."
"We don't know, but we're guessing anywhere from about my age to a few hundred years. Volu obviously created it when her previous Other died – something Eshaar'ne do automatically as part of preparing for a new joining – but we don't know how long ago that happened."
"She had a previous Other?"
Ettwanae nodded. "So much of Volu's past is lost, but we do know that her original Other died or was killed. As it sometimes happens with Eshaar'ne, Volu apparently became depressed to the point of suicide. All memory of her former Eshaaru and their life together was lost in the attempt. Volu was rescued from ru'zha – suicide – by being placed in stasis, but my mother never said how long ago that happened. Volu remained in stasis until I summoned her with this amulet – mother left it with Bhenra for me. Knowing she had a new Other stopped Volu from completing suicide once she was wakened by my call.
Warren did an 'Aha' – he had an explanation for the memory loss the Eshaar'ne didn't elaborate on earlier. "And purged memories equals lost of the knowledge Volu gained during life with her original Other."
Ettwanae leaned a shoulder against the alley wall, arms crossed. "Sadly, yes. The loss goes all the way back to when she was quite young. Who knows what she and her Other learned that we could have used in our search."
"The term Other refers to the Eshaaru an Eshaar'ne is joined with." Warren repeated what he'd learned from Volu.
"Yes. Like soulbounds, the joining between Eshaaru and Eshaar'ne lasts until the death of one."
"And sometimes the one left behind doesn't survive the death, just like with Eshaaru pairs?" Warren asked with a sadness in his heart that surprised him.
"He or she commits ru'zha. They simply release their Aru back to Ozshi'wanae. It can take many hours, days even." Ettwanae's voice carried sorrow with it as her quiet words floated between them. She looked down, lost suddenly in her own thoughts.
"All that I'm learning about your races speaks of total commitment to one another until death. That is very honorable…and inspiring."
Ettwanae eased off the wall and raised her eyes to meet his. "I have much yet to learn about my people, but it seems that is our way. Pairs are devoted to each other, whatever they face." Her fingers brushed his cheek. "As I am devoted to you." She dropped her hand at the first tingle. "Know that, believe that, despite the failed bond."
She looked so lost, so needful in that moment. He wanted to take Ettwanae into his arms and hold her tightly, but that would result in longings and urges he found painful enough when they didn't touch. Shifting his attention to their surroundings, he realized activity had greatly picked up. A quick look across the street showed movement within the shop.
"It's almost time."
Once certain the business was open, they crossed the street and entered the small shop. Packed claustrophobically with merchandise, relics and antiquities were crammed into every available nook and cranny. A few pieces here and there were nicely displayed, holding places of honor amongst other items of likely far less value that were jumbled in no apparent order. If you were looking for something in particular, it would be a challenge. Knowing Tider's true profession suggested to Warren that the shop was an ignored front maintained grudgingly for appearance's sake.
After a few seconds, a Tchut emerged from the rear of the store. Warren had seen the species up close only once before at the reception where Ztar announced the new constitution. They were squished flat – body, limbs, face. 'Road kill' was the errant imagery that came immediately to mind. If you inflated them, however, they could be loosely described as humanoid, sans the extra limbs.
On a planet where winds at Category 1 hurricane force where considered light, being flat had its advantages. Their six limbs allowed them to scurry tight to the ground if needed, or they could turn thin side into the maelstrom and navigate with greatly reduced drag. In his readings, he learned Tchuts could also use their body as sails and literally ride the wind to where it carried them. The comnet species database had fascinating visuals on what the mode of transport looked like. While most Tchuts no longer took advantage of that ability with modern transportation, it had become a sport of sorts with the more adventurous of the species.
The Tchut smiled a flat grin as it approached. Warren didn't recall how to tell between male and female, but that was irrelevant to their business.
"Gree'ingz. Wha iz of in'erez to you 'oday?" came the heavily accented imperial Turzent. Following an involved conversation would be a challenge since Warren hadn't thought to turn on his embedded translator.
"You have fine items for sale. Your shop offers many temptations." Warren recalled that the species appreciated compliments greatly. Perhaps if they started well with the Tchut, that would make it easier to get to Tider.
All four hands upturned and the smile widened. "Our colleczon haz broad appeal. Wha do you zeek?"
"Our interest is narrowly focused."
The shop attendant pulled a PI from a pocket. "All i'emz coded. 'ell me your area of in'erz and I will find."
Ettwanae had wandered to one of the overloaded shelves and picked up an ornately carved figurine that caught her eye. "This is particularly nice," she commented, turning it around and over in careful examination. "Zoraspian, I believe. Erga carving – perhaps Third Era."
The Tchut angled toward Ettwanae, its flat frame deftly sliding around obstacles. "Correc'. We have authen'cazion. You collec' Zorazpian?"
"No, but my father was in the antiquities business and he taught me much."
"Hiz shop on Za'rey?"
"Yes. Much like this shop – many items of all eras and worlds. He loved being surrounded by things that had lived awhile." She held out the statute. " 'Ettwanae,' he would say, 'can you imagine what this has seen? The changes it has witnessed?' And then he'd tell me about the history of the people who made the item. I loved those times."
Warren could hear the missing in Ettwanae's voice. Love of her adoptive father was self-evident. The Tchut's demeanor had taken on what Warren interpreted as warmth. Ettwanae had touched on something.
"I feel zame. All thiz," a wave of one arm to encompass the shop filled the pause, "'ell zoriez. Only need to liz'en."
"Just as my father would have said it," Ettwanae gave the Tchut a wistful smile.
"He in biznez zill?"
"He died."
The Tchut made a sound resembling a rumbling purr. "May the windz carry him alof."
"Thank you," she accepted the ancient expression of condolences with a dip of her head.
"The Erga is a wonderful piece, but we come for that which is not displayed. A mutual acquaintance sent us seeking the item called Tider." The Tchut instantly stiffened. "It's okay," Ettwanae said reassuringly. "We know the right words to say. Raijis in Keeping sent us."
The Tchut studied Ettwanae closely, obviously trying to determine whether she would allow them to go further with their inquiry. "Le' me look if we have zuch an objec' in our inven'ory."
As the shop attendant disappeared into the backroom, Warren walked over to Ettwanae. "I put our odds at 50/50," he opinioned. "Good job connecting with him or her on an emotional level. Hopefully, it will tilt the odds just enough in our favor."
"Her."
Warren was impressed. "How could you tell?"
"The tonal vibration – only females can do that. It's a comfort sound."
"Like a cat's purr." Ettwanae gave him a look that said she didn't know what he was talking about. "I'll tell you later. What you did with the shopkeeper… we should see if one of us connects more with Tider – that person should do most of the talking. Tider may have a preference of one gender over the other. Keep alert for those types of clues." Ettwanae nodded, but looked nervous. "If that's you, you'll do fine," he said placing his hand on her arm. He allowed his touch to linger, letting their connection awaken, but only so much before he pulled away. The harness suddenly seemed strangling as his wings ached to be free. Warren believed he heard Ettwanae's wings flutter, but couldn't be certain.
Ettwanae walked over to another display, perhaps to put safe distance between them. Picking up a small bowl-like vessel, she held it up for him to see. "This looks to be Zoraspian as well." Then she looked around more, her eyes coming to rest on several items. "In fact, there are many Zoraspian objects here. Tider or someone has strong interest in that culture."
They wandered the shop casually until the Tchut returned a few minutes later. "I have one zuch objec', bu' in a zafe plaze. Follow me." The Tchut's carriage was all business. Whatever empathy Ettwanae had garnered was nowhere to be found. Tribolu's words of warning about the shop assistant floated through Warren's mind. He wondered if their decision to come unarmed was wise or foolish.
The shopkeeper led them into the back, down a corridor, and into a storage room. Warren kept his senses on high alert to potential danger. Volu had them covered as well, her scanners locked onto the shop and she would telepathically warn Ettwanae if anything seemed amiss. They moved through storage racks and crates to what appeared to be a window with a view to the service alley. The shopkeeper placed a palm on the window's lower corner and the image melted away to reveal an obviously reinforced door. Still holding her hand to the spot, the door slowly slid open. The Tchut stepped back.
Just as Warren was about to proceed, Ettwanae touched his sleeve and caught his eyes. She gave him only the slightest shake of the head. It was their signal that Volu was loosing contact with them or had already. 'Psychic dampeners and shields' was Warren's immediate assumption. Had to be powerful to block Volu's advanced technology. They were own their own.
"Wha you zeek iz beyond." A wave of the two hands on the left side of the Tchut's body encouraged them to move along.
Warren stepped through the doorway first and Ettwanae stayed close on his heels. His heart rate escalated slightly. They could just as well be walking into a trap as anything else, but if they didn't proceed, the trip was a waste. He scanned and listened for any signs of hidden attackers. Nothing. Yet. Warren proceeded cautiously down the narrow, brightly lit passageway until they came to another door. Upon their approach, it slid aside to reveal a room that was the complete opposite of the shop. Beautifully decorated with obviously ancient objects in reverend display upon floor to ceiling shelving, each one illuminated with museum-like lighting. At the far end, a large, triangular desk extended several feet in front of its occupant. A single guest chair sat at each of the remaining two sides. No one else was in the room, but Warren didn't believe for a moment that the information broker was unprotected. Warren waited to be acknowledged before proceeding further as a play of respect, hoping to get off on the right foot with the broker.
The alien finally looked up from the screen embedded in the desktop, waving a hand to close whatever file he had been studying. Warren recognized the species, but couldn't recall the name. 'Starts with a P,' was the best he could do. What he could see above the desktop was humanoid, but with strong overtones of bird, surprisingly enough. A narrow ridge of deep turquoise-colored plumage started at the top of the nose, widening as it ran up the forehead and then down the back of the head to end where Warren couldn't see. Eyes, nose, mouth, ears were all in the usual places, but with notable differences. Two large eyes were set wider apart than Human and in the same turquoise as the crest. The pointed nose and smallish mouth protruded prominently and the ears were only round holes on the side of the head with a splayed fan of small feathers surrounding the back of the opening like a half-halo, likely to capture and amplify sound. A thumb and three long fingers made up the hands, with a talon extending from tip of each digit in sufficient length to cause significant damage.
"You are Tider," Warren stated more than asked.
The alien bobbed his head once. "And you come bearing Raijis in Keeping's name. How is my old friend?"
Warren and Ettwanae approached the front of the richly carved desk. "Appearances would say the museum business treats him well. Beyond that…he is more of an acquaintance."
Tider scrutinized Warren before speaking again. "Raijis is very particular in whom he sends my way. What persuaded him to reveal me to mere acquaintances?"
Ettwanae motioned her intent to speak. "I actually have met Raijis more than once. He and I share a fascination with the U'larr culture. I'm researching it as part of my studies. He said you could help us since you also share the interest."
Tider's smile was overtly friendly, but Warren felt just the opposite from the alien. Then the species name came to Warren – Ptakan. The homeworld of the species boasted feathered creatures similar to Earth's. He'd found the world in the comnet database when researching possible sources for feather conditioner after Ztar had dragged him to Sat'rey without that necessity.
"Yes, I do admit a fascination of the U'larr, as do many others. Are your studies at a learning institution I would recognize? Or perhaps it is more of an independent study," he lead, holding Ettwanae's gaze.
Ettwanae was noticeably uncomfortable to Warren – she was not a convincing liar.
"Oh, it's a very small, private academy. I'm sure you've never heard of it."
Warren felt the man was stringing her along and didn't buy her story for a moment. He decided to step in. "Your area of expertise is U'larr, correct?"
Tider leaned back into his chair, which appeared to be a match to the desk with deep and elaborate carving. "Yes. I've spent years studying their culture and collecting artifacts. My collection," he pointed to the shelves filled with relics of all types, "is quite extensive, rivaling many museums. They represent archeological finds from all across the Empire and beyond. My current area of emphasis is Etxan'Ir."
"Many people don't believe it exists," Ettwanae noted.
"They are ignorant. It exists, but hidden. The one that finds it will rediscover the greatest treasure ever lost." Tider's tone was an almost reverent awe.
"Assuming they can access it."
Tider gave Ettwanae an upturned hand of concurrence. "Yes, likely the Library will be heavily protected. Possession is but the first step."
"And there are many searching for Etxan'Ir?"
The Ptaka's expression was one of amusement. "You are either novices or feigning ignorance." He placed a talon to his jaw and studied Ettwanae. "Novices," came the judgment.
"Do you know about the Eshaaru?"
"My data on that species is less extensive, much of it common knowledge, but a few items are far more…exceptional. The Eshaaru is an area of interest to you as well?"
Ettwanae smiled one of her beautiful Sat'reyan grins. Even in her disguise, she was captivating. "Yes, but I'm missing certain key information that prevents my research from moving forward."
"Then perhaps we have a starting point."
Warren decided to reinsert himself into the conversation. "The curator said your knowledge is extensive – that you're an expert in these matters. Perhaps if we described what we're looking for, you can point us in the right direction…understanding, of course, that appropriate compensation for your time is only proper."
The man gestured agreement, taloned fingers spreading wide. "Time is a precious commodity – worth much. What is it you seek?"
"Eshaaru amulet memory nodes."
The turquoise eyes darted from Warren to Ettwanae. "Those are quite rare. Indeed, only six are believed to have been recovered in this trient. There is quite an ongoing debate as to the full purpose of the nodes – anything from being simple data storage devices to being an access key to Etxan'Ir. I have data files on the subject. What do you wish to know?"
Warren wasn't familiar with the term 'trient,' but he let it go in favor of answering the question of the day. "The location of the nodes from Zramynian System." Tider's reaction wasn't one of surprise Warren had expected. How many others had come asking?
"Sadly, my knowledge is limited to the various hypothesis and theories as to the nature and intent of nodes in general. I cannot help with a location of the specific objects you seek." The man looked to be making an effort to appear saddened by his inability to assist.
"I'm confused then, Tider. Tribo'lu believes you have connections and knowledge that is quite…exclusive. In particular, he hoped you might have come upon their possible whereabouts. Rumors, whispers – perhaps more."
"Then he has much more faith in my associations than reality supports. If I had such information, it would place me in jeopardy from those who seek such artifacts with little regard as to their methods of acquisition. It would take significant resources to fend off those seekers."
Warren heard the opening Tider was giving him. "If someone could provide you adequate resources, then perhaps the information could be obtained?"
"All things are possible."
Warren was quickly growing weary of game. "Tider, you are an information broker of the highest ranking. Coyness is unbecoming to someone of your caliber. You likely have information we require. Name your price and let's move this along."
The mask dropped and Tider's face hardened. "Neither do I appreciate excessive coyness, almost as much as I despise amateurish ruse," Tider's eyes grew narrow making Warren suddenly uncomfortable. "Show yourself and perhaps then we can continue without deception between us."
Warren wasn't certain at first what the Ptakan wanted. Then he put it together – Tider had scanned them and his feeble attempt to disguise himself revealed. Had he somehow penetrated Ettwanae's cloak as well? That possibly concerned him. Warren's hesitation obviously irritated Tider.
"You think I would not scrutinize all coming here?" he asked sharply. "You were allowed in my presence only because of the passwords. I will not deal with those who believe me so easily deceived! Now reveal yourself or go."
'Damn!' Warren resigned to himself to having been found out. Too bad Volu didn't have another image inducer. "I will do as you request," he responded quickly with a glance to Ettwanae, hoping his look communicated that she should not disengage her cloak. Sloughing off his trench coat, he was relieved when Ettwanae did not move a hand to her chest. Releasing the harness, he let his wings unfurl and nearly sighed with the instant relief.
Tider rose from his seat, widened eyes roaming Warren's body with in amazement. Then he moved from behind his ornate desk and approached. As was often the case, his wings were something that people seemed to have a need to touch. He stood his ground as the taloned hand reached out and then trailed down his left wing. And as was always the case, an errant shiver ran through Warren at the touch. 'Why is it some people act as if wings are communal property?' he wondered with irritation. Most people asked before stroking the feathers, but there was a surprisingly number of those who did not and simply touched without that courtesy. It was a violation of his person and reminded Warren of what a pregnant friend had once said laughing – 'When your belly grows large, everyone thinks they can rub it without asking, as if being pregnant is an open invitation to be petted.'
"I had been told the Emperor's companion was true Eshaaru, but had my doubts. Now those doubts are in question. You are exactly as Turzent legend describes."
'Damn,' Warren swore slightly. 'Hoping he wouldn't connect me with Ztar. Wishful thinking I guess after the Sat'rey trial.' He turned to face Tider and put the wings out of easy reach. "I only resemble that species. They are apparently extinct. I'm Human."
The smile that crept across the broker's face was a classic even though he was a different species. It said I don't believe that for a moment. "Of course you are," the patronizing tones irritated Warren. "That's what Ztar's communications office tells us and who are we to question their words?" the man asked rhetorically with barely disguised sarcasm.
Tider's question drove home a point. During his time on Sat'rey, Warren rarely gave the comnet news much attention and even less to what Myrundra's communication department dispatched regarding him. Obviously, after the grand reception that was both Ztar's announcement event of the new constitution and Warren's 'coming out' party, something likely had to be said about Warren's heritage given many Turzents still held belief in the legendary Esserru, the Turzent name for Eshaaru. Obviously, Tider didn't believe the official statement.
Slowly circling around, Tider examined Warren as if he were a prized object on the auction block. "You should know there are buyers who would pay vast sums to obtain an Eshaaru."
The man was practically salivating and Warren's ire rose as well as his apprehension. Would Tider attempt to hold them? Maybe visiting Tider was a huge mistake. Enough people were already looking for them. "Then they will need to keep looking. I'm Human. But my genetic lineage isn't what we came to discuss."
"Perhaps not, but if you seek to buy, you will indulge me or leave empty-handed." Then the Ptakan approached Ettwanae much too closely. "And you? What are your secrets? Why is a male Eshaaru and a Sat'reyan female together? What makes you so special?" he asked with intense scrutiny.
The bluntness of the man's questions and the invasion of her personal space unnerved Ettwanae and she stepped backward. "We- I- we are-"
Warren broke in. "We are traveling companions. Beyond that is none of your business."
Tider turned around sharply and circled behind Warren once again. "My business is information, as you yourself pointed out. Asking questions to that end is a requirement. You came to me seeking what I know. Whether or not you leave with what you desire is my choice. Do not anger me." The alien grabbed a handful of feathers and yanked – hard. Warren held himself in check with effort. "You are worth more credits than all the relics in my shop. You have much to learn about the game you've chosen to play. I have yet to see any credits or other valuables to exchange. Or are you offering yourself?" Warren began a slow burn. This Tider was both irritating and arrogant.
"We have yet to see any information. No intel, no credits."
"No credits, no intel. Impasse!" the broker snapped, his crest flaring.
"Do you have information as to the location of the nodes or not?" Warren made no effort to hide his ire.
Tider strode back behind his desk, but did not sit. "I have a possible location."
'At least we're getting somewhere.' But next came the tricky part – they had no money. "What will that information cost us?"
"3,000,000 credits," the man said without hesitation. Warren had no idea how much that was – he never had to worry about money while on Sat'rey and had no clue what the sum meant. A look at Ettwanae revealed her shock. 'Apparently, a lot.'
"But that's enough to purchase a small ship!" Her exclamation rang in the air.
"I am well versed in how much 3,000,000 credits will buy," Tider said smoothly. "That is the price, unless you have something to barter – something of equal or greater worth…"
The piad was pocket change compared to the price Tider was asking – Warren didn't even need to talk to Ettwanae about it. She glanced down at the pouch then up quickly to meet his eyes with a subtle shake of her head. Confirmed. They did not have the means to purchase the information.
For a few moments, Warren considered using the same tactic on Tider as Tribo'lu, but immediately decided against it. This man was used to all sorts of buyers, likely many of them quite dangerous. Plus, they were most certainly under surveillance. One threatening move and he'd put not only himself, but Ettwanae in peril. He would not risk her. "We do not have that kind of money, Tider," he admitted.
Tider's eyes took on the cold wariness of one prepared for foul play. "Then a trade of information is your only viable alternative. Do you have knowledge worth the sum?"
This was not going well. If Ettwanae weren't with him… "Perhaps you and I can speak privately. Discuss more imaginative options." It was a long shot, but worth a try. Ettwanae gave him a worried glance.
Tider sat slowly as if considering the request. "No-o-o," he drew out the word. "My security staff prefers customers to remain together. You understand. Do not be so discouraged by the asking price as to consider rash action. Reflect carefully…perhaps you have knowledge that we should evaluate as to value."
'What's Tider eluding to?' Warren wondered. He wanted something from them or they'd be out on the street already. "And the exact nature of that knowledge?"
"Eshaaru knowledge. I've data that tells me other winged sentients exist on your homeworld. A planet filled with a kaleidoscope of mutants can hide many things that don't wish to be found. Speculation abounds. Perhaps you could end the debate."
That surprised Warren. Turzent military had declared Earth's mutant population classified information. Who all knew what they should not? "You believe Eshaaru are hiding in plain sight on Earth?"
The Ptakan's eyes narrowed. "Not I. Others say you are not the only winged being on your planet."
"They are like me. Mutated Human DNA," he replied, putting conviction into the explanation. Fear rose as Warren imagined his fellow mutants as targets yet again, but for new reasons. In the grand, but secret search for anything of the U'larr and Eshaaru, would others besides the Etagllot be tempted to kidnap mutants, the few winged ones in particular?
Tider brought his hands together to click his talons in succession. "If you have no information regarding Eshaaru on your planet, then what do you have for me?"
Ettwanae moved slightly forward hesitantly. "You want proof the Eshaaru exist or where they dwell?" she asked in clarification.
Tider's fingers halted. "Yes, a point of distinction. There is much debate amongst the searchers. Do the Eshaaru still live or do they not? You," he waved a hand at Warren, "to some are proof they live among us, yet they have no solid evidence to offer, unless of course you are carefully examined. To others, you represent only a throwback to old Eshaaru DNA long ago seeded on your world or simply as you proclaim – mutated DNA. I have seen no undeniable proof that Eshaaru still roam our galaxy. To have such evidence would be…nearly priceless."
Ettwanae and Warren exchanged quick glances and Warren was immediately concerned. Ettwanae was up to something, but what? 'God, I wish one of us was telepathic!'
"Worth the price of the location of the Eshaaru memory nodes from Jandur?"
"Worth that and perhaps more." Tider was easing forward in his chair. Ettwanae definitely had his full attention.
"May we sit, Tider?" she asked. At his gesture, they perched in the two chairs at the desk. "We may have what you desire, but how do we know we can trust you?"
"How do I know I can trust you?" he threw the question back. "We don't. We simply must proceed as if we do, knowing that betrayal is a dangerous reciprocation. In my business, reputation is everything. People come to me from all corners of the Empire and beyond for what I can provide. If I did not keep my word, I would not be sitting here talking with you."
Warren nodded. Rarely in the underworld market are cheats long tolerated. "We will trust you then when you say you have information on the whereabouts of the Jandur nodes and that information is worth the price. How many times, though, has this information been sold?"
"It is recently acquired and not yet offered for sale. This will be a one-time transaction. A commodity of this nature is unique – no longer available from me once sold."
"And the information we provide you? What will become of that?" Warren's concern was growing as to what exactly Ettwanae was offering as exchange. Was she going to reveal herself?
"If you have proof that Eshaaru are alive, that would be a unique commodity of highest value and offered but once."
"The buyer of that information could be an enemy."
The expression that came next was condescending. "That is how this business works, Human." Tider put a sarcastic emphasis on name. "You sell information to me and I sell it to the next buyer. I do not screen my clients beyond whether or not they have the purchase price. Who buys what you sell is your risk. I am not forcing you into this transaction."
Warren flicked his wings in response to the uncertainty of whether they do business with the Ptakan, yet they currently had no other options. His greatest concern was who Tider's buyer would be. Perhaps a hasty call to Ztar for one of Gtar-Cro's people to be that customer. At least then, the information would be in known hands. He still didn't know with certainty that Ettwanae was going to reveal her heritage, but it was her decision, and it may be the only thing that would gain them what they needed. He had one last question. "And data regarding our visit with you today – beyond our commodity – what is that worth on the open market?"
Tider's face took on a look Warren read as disappointment or disapproval. "Novices don't understand the rules and it is distressing when they take on a game beyond their skill. Perhaps after our primary transaction, funds may remain for a few lessons. If you're interested in continuing to play, that is." Tider cocked his head and his eyes darted from Warren to Ettwanae and back again. "Information about my clients is not for sale. If it were, I'd be dead. Simple. Easy to understand."
It made perfect sense, but Warren had to ask. Too much was at stake for assumptions.
Ettwanae leaned toward Tider and placed her hand on the edge of his desk. "Then we have the start of a transaction. You have information on the whereabouts of the Zramynian nodes and I have proof the Eshaaru still live," Ettwanae said firmly, but Warren detected a slight tremor in her hand.
"As is customary, you will present payment and then receive your goods," the broker explained as anticipation flickered in his turquoise eyes.
Ettwanae reached for her chest, but did not spread her fingers in the formation to disengage the cloak. Instead, she pulled the amulet out from beneath her clothing. "You recognize what this is?" she asked, dangling it from the chain.
Tider's eyes scrutinized the amulet. "An Eshaaru amulet. All the right symbols, all the right portions, but missing two nodes. However, amulets are routinely faked. May I?" he asked, reaching out his hand. "I'd like to scan it."
She hesitated for a moment, then pulled the chain over her head and handed her most precious possession to Tider. He quickly opened a desk drawer and placed the amulet inside. Within moments, the feather crest on his head raised slightly as he turned back to Ettwanae. "You have a genuine Eshaaru amulet." He pulled the necklace out of the scanner and returned it to Ettwanae. "That does not prove the Eshaaru still live."
"I understand. As a student of the ancient races, you know that the amulet can only be activated by an Eshaaru."
"That is true. Your amulet and its node are useless to anyone but an Eshaaru."
She held the amulet out in her upturned palm. "Then tell me what this reveals." Ettwanae focused on the amulet. Suddenly, the single memory node began to twinkle from within and immediately a hologram filled the room. It was a still image of her parents with T'Qilla holding a very young Ettwanae in her arms – a scene Warren was shown shortly after he was taken aboard Volu. "These are Eshaaru."
Tider's face went from surprise, to amazement, to awe in the space of seconds as he took in the scene surrounding them – a three-dimensional moment frozen in time – and the realization of what it meant.
Ettwanae stood, still holding the amulet steady on her palm. She pressed the three fingers of her other hand to her chest and the cloak rippled away. "I am Eshaaru."
Warren thought Tider would pass out. His color drained, his mouth hung open, and Warren believed his breathing had come to a stop. Odd sounds came from somewhere deep in the man's throat, almost like a soft clucking. Then he rose slowly out of his chair and wandered through his office, taking in the holographic details, finally coming to a stop in front of the three Eshaaru. He examined them closely; then looked back at Ettwanae as if to match the child's face to hers.
"You are the child?" he asked in the hushed tone one would use in church.
Ettwanae nodded, "I am."
"Your parents?"
"Yes."
"It's all true – some said you still lived. I wanted to believe, but-" Tider shuddered visibly. "You are Eshaaru?" he asked again as if he couldn't quite let himself believe.
Ettwanae smiled. "Yes. We are not extinct."
"And you live among us? How many? Where? How have you remained hidden?" The questions tumbled out in growing excitement. Then another realization dawned on his face. "Your cloak! My scanners- the best money can buy, yet… Your DNA says Sat'reyan – how?"
Warren hoped Ettwanae wouldn't get carried away with the moment; not share anything further. He caught her eyes, narrowed his own with a slight shake of his head.
"Tider, we all have our secrets." The hologram faded and Ettwanae lowered her hand. "Our agreement was to give you proof we still exist. I have given you that." She slid the chain over her head, settled the amulet back in its resting spot, and engaged the embedded cloak.
The switch back to Sat'reyan brought Tider out of his awestruck state. "I have many questions," he said moving back to behind his desk, but didn't sit. "Perhaps there are more transactions we can initiate? I am of great resources, both credits and information. If you are in need of funds..." he let the rest of the offer hang.
"As tempting as that is," Warren spoke before Ettwanae could, "we must decline. Our need at the moment is for the location of the Zramynian nodes."
The Ptakan sat in slow motion. Warren could almost hear the wheels of contemplation turning in the alien's mind. No one spoke for many seconds. Then Tider's face relaxed and his body language changed to something Warren didn't know how to interpret. It set him on edge.
Tider looked to Warren. "You still claim to be Human?"
"I am Human. The resemblance is coincidence."
Tider produced an odd sounding half-laugh, half-cackle. "That's some coincidence! But, if you insist. Though why you think anyone would believe…" The unfinished thought was punctuated with a hand gesture that apparently meant bewilderment. "You have given me what I can only describe as undeniable proof and your side of the transaction is fulfilled. The Eshaaru memory nodes from the Zramynian mining operation are believed to be on Neu."
A frown crossed Ettwanae's face. "Neu? I haven't heard of that. Is it a planet?"
"Yes. Pre-FLT. On the Empire's non-contact list."
"Who has them?"
Tider shook his head. "You asked for the location, nothing more. My part of the transaction is fulfilled."
"A planet is rather vague, Tider. Certainly what we've revealed is worth more than the name of a planet?"
Tider's crest flicked slightly and he spread his taloned fingers wide. "Perhaps you are Human after all! An Eshaaru would need nothing more than that. The amulet will lead to the exact location. A pity really. An Eshaaru pairing would be of incalculable good fortune." Tider shook his head. "But I feel generous today – the nodes are believed to be within a citadel on Neu." He then looked to Ettwanae. "You travel with this man knowing he is a mere illusion? Is your existence that lonely?"
"Who has the nodes?" She asked, ignoring Tider's question.
The broker tapped his talons on the desktop, in turn ignoring Ettwanae's question. He turned back to Warren. "You are right on one point – the information you sold is worth more than the name of a planet. A few lessons can be purchased with the remaining funds. Lesson One – ask the right questions. Do not waste opportunity."
Warren set aside Tider's putdown. "Ettwanae's question first."
Tider sighed. "It is believed The Dark Ones have the nodes you seek."
"You are certain? It wasn't Seekers perhaps?"
"I just said rumors say Dark Ones. Do not waste questions!" he retorted in irritation and Ettwanae stiffened at the tone. Warren took over.
"Tell us about the game – the big picture."
Tider leaned back and gave Warren an appreciative look. "Good. You are learning. You may yet make adequate searchers. Perhaps if this goes well, you will reconsider selling me additional information, but for now, you still have unspent funds."
The broker reached for a slender, graceful sculpture that sat on his desk. About a foot tall, it looked to be of a filigreed metal and clear glass, narrowing in its middle with the lower half partially filled with what looked like iridescent sand. 'Like a stylized hourglass,' Warren felt. Sure enough. Tider turned the piece upside down and settled it on the desk, but no sand trickled through the narrow throat of the sculpture.
"I do not have all the answers, but I know a great deal. You have one turn to ask any questions you wish. When the azu grains run out, our transaction is complete. Ask your first question." Tider said with a hand hovering by the sculpture.
"What is the game we've entered?" Warren asked. Tider immediately tapped the side of timer and grains began to fall.
"A game that is at least a thousand standard years old. They seek Etxan'Ir – the Library of all Knowledge. It is the greatest of archeological hunts and one of the best-kept secrets in the known galaxy. All very unofficial. Why searchers seek the library depends on the player. For many, knowledge is power and they desire Etxan'Ir for that reason. Others for the fame such a legendary find would bring. For some, more altruistic and intellectual purposes drive them. For a smaller number still, the motives remain a mystery, but tend toward the ominous."
"Who are the key players?"
"Seekers, Etagllot, The Dark Ones, and individual searchers such as you."
"The Etagllot – why do they want Etxan'Ir?"
"Uncertain. There are rumors of an old and mysterious project called Omnipotent, but the Etagllot always have projects. That group is…puzzling."
"Who are the Seekers? We already know they are a loose coalition of searchers." Warren wasn't hearing anything new and the sands continued to drain.
"That group is anyone from experienced, individual searchers to some of the most prominent archeological researchers in the known realms. They tend to share information through certain channels." The expression on Tider's face told Warren what he only needed to confirm.
"You are a channel." The man's fingers spread in affirmation. "The Dark Ones?"
Tider leaned back, resting elbows on the chair arms to bring his fingers together in a steeple – a very Human-like pose, Warren thought. "Enigmas. A serious lot with seemingly vast resources. Their motives are unknown and methods often malevolent. They take what they want and if you stand in their way, you are eliminated from the game. Permanently."
"But who are they?"
Tider's fixed his gaze on Ettwanae. "I was hoping you might answer that at some point. Many believe the Eshaaru would have detailed knowledge of The Dark Ones. They are the great unknowns."
Ettwanae shook her head. "I have no knowledge of them."
"Then the mystery remains." Tider glanced at the hourglass; the sands were quickly running out. "Your time is short."
"If the nodes are not on Neu, any other suspected locations?"
"No. I have learned only that they may be on Neu, no other information has come to me."
"Has the location of Etxan'Ir been narrowed down?" Warren quickly asked, switching gears.
"It is thought to be within either the Empire or Commonwealth space, but there is no proof, of course."
Ettwanae's expression was almost desperate. "Do you know of any other Eshaaru? Have you heard of any others of my kind?" The grains were very close to gone. Surprisingly, Tider reached over to the timer and stopped the flow.
"What-" Tider raised his hand in a sharp 'halt' gesture to silence Warren.
"This next answer is my homage to you as Eshaaru," he explained, his turquoise eyes locked onto Ettwanae's black Sat'reyan orbs. "I have lived to see you in your glory, a blessing few have been granted in recorded time. I will ask no questions of you out of respect, but I gather you have somehow been separated from your people." Tider moved forward in his chair and leaned toward Ettwanae. "This I know. Only three Eshaaru are reported to have been seen in more than 500 standard years. The Etagllot supposedly had an Eshaaru male in their possession some 20 standard years ago whom they could not save."
Warren jerked internally – the man the Fjai scientist had shown him? A quick glance to Ettwanae revealed widened eyes, no doubt the timing of the Eshaaru's capture particularly grabbed her. T'Azrued – her father? The revelation relieved him of telling her, something he realized with guilt he should have done earlier.
"Decades before that, it is believed a female Eshaaru was captured by an unidentified group, but subsequently died or was killed. There is a possibility, and I emphasis possibility, that another Eshaaru is being held somewhere at this time. That rumor could be mere wishful thinking or perhaps a convolution of your existence." Tider eased away from his desk and seemed to ponder whether to share anything further. Warren and Ettwanae remained silent. Their patience paid off.
"Beware, Eshaaru. You are hunted. The predators are powerful and have eyes and ears in many places." Tider fixed his look on Ettwanae. "I am going to connect the evidence and say that you are joined. Reports I've acquired speak of a mysterious cloaked ship – likely you and your Eshaar'ne. You have made yourself known. Your actions…they leave a confusing and sometimes dishonorable trail; a trail that has piqued the interest of even those outside the search. Very unEshaaru-like behavior." The man's tone was almost scolding.
Warren gave a sideways glance at Ettwanae. Her return look transmitted confusion.
"My actions? My worst crime is stealing supplies," she said actually blushing at the confession. "A crime, yes, but of necessity. I don't understand…."
Tider visibly started in his chair. "Then perhaps I was right. I insisted the reports were too contradicting, almost portraying two disparate personalities," he said excitedly. "The evidence suggested to me that two Eshaar'ne roam our Empire." Ettwanae's head snapped toward Warren. Tider read the move. "You have encountered the other one? I was correct! Two Eshaar'ne," he smiled in satisfaction. "Then the question becomes who is that Eshaar'ne joined with? I also suggested it is not Eshaaru, but perhaps a Dark One. Just my theory, you understand, based on the nefarious actions. There are people outside the search seeking that ship. That makes your situation even more perilous."
Warren could literally feel the anxiety radiating off Ettwanae. None of what Tider was revealing was comforting. "Who else is looking?"
Tider shook his head. "Wait," he ordered Warren, then turn once again to Ettwanae. "I am sorry that my information is not more encouraging, but you need to understand the danger you are in. For your own sake, you should leave this part of the galaxy and find safe haven. If you are a pairing…go, have children, repopulate your race where those who seek you for their own purposes cannot reach you." The man's voice was almost pleading; quite a change in demeanor from a short while ago. Nothing in his voice or body language put his sincerity to doubt. Warren believed he actually was hoping to help Ettwanae.
"But my people…"
"Your people are perhaps near extinction – in this sector of the galaxy, at least. But then again, given the power of your cloak…" Then Tider's expression changed and he slid back into the depths of his chair. "I have done what I can. My conscious is without guilt. What you choose to do with the warning is your decision." He reached over and touched the timer. "Now, ask your last question. Ask well."
Warren's mind raced. One thought jumped to mind. "How do we get past the Dark One's defenses?" Tider did not answer; only watched the grains run through the hourglass. 'What's he thinking?' Warren wondered. 'Will he answer? Can he answer?'
As the last of the grains fell, Tider waved his hand across his desk and the embedded computer came to life. Deft fingers operated the interface swiftly until he found the file he was obviously seeking and then sighed. When Tider looked up, Warren believed he saw worry in the eyes.
"Little is known about The Dark Ones, and even less about their weaknesses. As to their citadel defenses on Neu, I have no information. However, a personal log from long ago references a possible weakness of their kind. Light. It says, 'The being cringed in the light of my luminary and its inky blackness backed away. When I increased the intensity, it howled with a screech that pierced my soul. It was then I chose to run.' Perhaps there is truth in the report…perhaps light is their vulnerability. That is all I can offer."
"Our transaction is concluded then?" Ettwanae asked.
"Yes. We are both whole. You have your commodity and I have mine." Then the Ptakan gave Ettwanae an almost humbled gaze. "And I have paid homage to you. May your goddess watch over you and protect her favored ones."
Ettwanae gave him one of her beautiful Sat'reyan smiles. "And may she watch over you, Tider."
The Ptakan bowed his head for a full two seconds and then rose. "Now you must leave – in disguise," Tider prompted with a nod in Warren's direction.
Warren quickly worked himself into the harness and slipped on his coat. Tider waited for them at the exit of his large office. When he activated the door, the Tchut shopkeeper was standing on the other side. "Kynkz will lead you out."
In less than a minute, they were back on the street that by then was alive with activity and filled with people of all sorts going about daily life and tourist adventures. Ettwanae and Warren darted across the street between null-grav vehicles and back into the alley to wait for Gatebi and Flint to show up in a "borrowed" transport. While Warren and Ettwanae were busy with Tider, Gatebi and Flint were responsible for acquiring a few necessities – various galley items, toiletries, a few items of clothing, and the like. They visited a self-service general store where once again Volu could work her magic from afar with the shop's AI. While not a full resupply stop, it would tide them over. More stealing, more shame.
/ Volu? / Ettwanae reached out.
/ I am relieved to hear you, Poda. You are ready to come home? /
/ Yes. And with much information! / She couldn't help but be both excited and anxious over what they'd learned. It was far more than she had expected. Yet the price was steep. Revealing her existence was extremely risky. Now that knowledge would be available to the highest bidder.
/ Then I will signal Gatebi and Flint. They are not far. /
Ettwanae turned her attention to Warren. "They'll be here soon." He seemed somewhat distracted, his eyes darting around, and only nodded acknowledgement. "The Eshaaru Tider spoke of from 20-some years ago...that may have been my father." Her heart was torn between sadness and relief at perhaps having closure of her father's disappearance. But likely confirmation of his death had struck deep. A shudder ran through her as the full impact hit.
"But didn't you say it was the Shozen that were after your parents? Tider said the Etagllot."
Warren was right – that part was puzzling. "I know. It doesn't make sense. Maybe my parents just thought it was the Shozen."
"Or perhaps the Shozen and the Etagllot are connected." Warren seemed on edge and he scanned their surroundings a second time. "Hope the others get here soon."
"Something wrong?"
"Not sure. Feel uneasy, like someone's watching us."
Ettwanae immediately searched with her equally keen eyesight, but saw nothing suspicious. "Maybe we should leave. Volu will track us wherever we go."
He nodded and she turned to head toward the alley entrance, slightly in front of Warren. Then something hit her with staggering force. Pain! Blinding yet numbing pain. The world started to go black. She fought to hold onto consciousness as her body collapsed beneath her. Somehow, she managed to catch herself on hands and knees, vaguely aware that Warren was moving, his cry to her sounding muffled and surreal.
Then strong hands grabbed her up, the sensation barely registering through the insentience. She thought she heard Warren swear in Turzent as he jerked abruptly. "Trapped!" came through her mushy consciousness quite clearly on the other hand.
/ Ettwanae, what is happening? I detected weapons fire! Your bio-signs- /
/ Hold, / was the best her stunned brain could manage.
/ No, Ettwanae! You are injured. /
"Stay where you are!" a strange voice commanded them. Ettwanae struggled to open her eyes against the pain and partial paralysis.
/ Stay where you are. / Ettwanae likewise ordered her Eshaar'ne. She would not risk exposing Volu if she and Warren could handle the situation themselves. Warren was a trained fighter, her clearing mind recalled.
"Who are you? What do you want?" She felt Warren's words reverberate in his chest as he yelled, despite her sensory limitations. Then the familiar whizzing sensation pulsed through her as Eshaaru accelerated healing went into full swing.
"On your knees!" the order came.
/ But my Poda… / The mind-voice was frantic.
"What do you want? Credits? What?"
/ That's a command, my Other. /
Warren was stalling; she knew it without a doubt. He was helpless with her in his arms. 'Just need a little more time,' she told herself as she managed to raise her eyelids. Through blurry vision, she was able to make out three forms blocking their path to the street.
"Either get on your knees or we fire. Choose!"
Vision suddenly sharpened, the pain was easing by the heartbeat, but the odd numbness was still with her.
"Now!" the man yelled as she watched the three weapons leveled unwaveringly in their direction. She felt Warren begin to kneel when a choking sound began echoing off the alley walls. Her heart leapt when she thought it was Warren. Looking quickly up into his face, it was obviously not coming from him, though he was squinting against the sunlight in his face. 'What?' Turning back to the three figures, they were dropping their weapons, hands to throats. The strangled sounds grew more intense. She saw their eyes start to budge as they pawed at their necks. Then one went to his knees, followed by another, and quickly by the third. Like dominos, they fell in succession face first onto the alley pavement. Their bodies twitching until all movement ceased.
"What the fuck?" Warren exclaimed just as a lone figure entered the front of the alley, his face shrouded by a hooded cloak.
/ Ettwanae, what has happened? My sensor readings do not make sense. /
"Put me down," Ettwanae whispered, never taking her eyes off the newest threat. Warren gave her a quick 'are you able to stand?' look and she nodded. As her feet touched the ground, she grabbed onto him to steady herself against the world that spun and tilted.
/ Wait, Volu. /
"We have you to thank for that?" Warren's voice was strong as he gestured toward the three unmoving bodies. His calmness impressed her.
"You were careless. We had hoped you were more savvy than this. To be caught in a dead-end alley is an amateur's mistake. And to come here unarmed was foolhardy."
The voice was emotionally cold and it sent chills through Ettwanae. The "we" piqued her interest, but she'd let Warren handle the conversation, not confident in her own voice.
"You are right. Sloppy," Warren agreed. "To whom can we express our appreciation?"
"Don't thank me yet. You do not know whether I'm friend or foe."
"Which are you then?"
The laugh that followed was patronizing. "Both. Neither. Remember that friend and foe are often one in the same, just as the hunter and the hunted can be both."
The alley had ceased its vertigo dance as Ettwanae tested her vocal cords. "Who are you? Who do you work for?"
A quieter chuckle made its way to them quickly. "If I answered that, it would ruin the mystery. Zaiyoth, be on guard. You are prey for more than one hunter." The figure began moving on.
"Zaiyoth?" Ettwanae asked puzzled. The word was new to her.
"Who hunts us?" Warren called out as their mysterious savior slipped from sight. "Damn!" he swore quietly and ran up to the head of the alley past the fallen bodies, looked around, then turned back to Ettwanae with a shrug. "We'd best go," he said jogging back to her. One person was already looking into the alley at the three bodies. "Can you carry me?" he asked hastily with a glance over his shoulder. The passerby was motioning for another to come look at the scene.
Ettwanae nodded. Warren would be easy to carry. Grabbing his hands, they leapt into the air together amidst swirling dust and debris from the downbeat of her powerful wings as the onlookers gaped. They would not see the wings – all they saw were two figures rise out of the alley, one dangling from the hands of the other.
/ Volu, our rendezvous location is changing. Track me. /
/ You are out of danger? / Relief was evident in Volu's telepathic voice.
/ Apparently. I want everyone back to you quickly. /
/ Understood. /
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A/N: Comments? Observations? Reactions? What grabbed you and what didn't? How do you feel about Tider? Would love any feedback you're willing to send my way. In my mind, Tider and Den-neer are cut from the same cloth, as the saying goes, with Den-neer being a more ruthless version.
Preview: The aftermath of the visit with Tider. It's on to Neu, but stores are running low and something needs to be done. Warren comms the Emperor. We get another peek at Tider and Den-neer. And what of the three bodies in that alley?