douglashill.galacticwarlord-第3章

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　It　was　Keill　Randor's　world　…　the　planet　Moros；　in　the　system　of　a　white　star　on　the　outer　reaches　of　the　Inhabited　Galaxy。　A　harsh　world　it　was；　a　harsh　life　it　gave　to　the　space　colonists　who　had　made　it　their　home　so　long　ago；　during　the　centuries　of　the　Scattering　…　the　time　when　the　human　race　had　spread　itself　out　through　the　many　millions　of　planets　in　the　galaxy；　to　seek　those　thousands　that　could　support　human　life。
　Moros　was　one　of　them；　for　at　least　it　had　breathable　air；　with　water　and　thin　vegetation　grudgingly　available　in　its　central　regions。　It　also　had　a　variety　of　its　own　life　forms　…　the　venomous　reptiles　of　many　weird　shapes；　the　deadly　sand　cats；　the　huge；　horned　mammoths　of　the　mountains；　the　tangled　vine　growths　that　fed　on　flesh　…　all　as　dangerous　and　threatening　as　the　desert　itself。
　Yet　they　had　survived；　those　early　spacefarers　…　survived　and　adapted　to　their　new　home。　And　its　rigours　made　them　and　their　offspring　tough；　resourceful；　self…reliant　people；　who　even　so　had　learned　the　need　for　order；　stability　and　discipline　in　their　lives。　There　was　room　for　little　else；　from　the　beginning；　if　humans　were　to　survive　on　Moros。
　Yet　the　discipline　was　not　imposed；　from　above。　It　was　accepted；　as　a　religion　is　accepted；　by　every　human　inhabitant　of　that　world。　It　was　taught　to　the　children　before　they　were　weaned。　It　became　a　basic　reality　of　life。
　In　the　same　way；　as　they　learned　to　order　and　discipline　themselves；　so　the　humans　of　Moros　learned　to　fight　to　protect　themselves。　Fighting；　against　the　alien　beasts；　the　cruel　environment；　was　also　a　reality　of　life；　was　essential　for　life　itself。　The　people　of　Moros　taught　themselves　and　their　children　everything　they　needed　to　know　for　survival；　in　every　kind　of　deadly　circumstance。　And　that　included　a　strict　schooling　in　forms　of　self…defence　and　bat；　unarmed　or　with　a　wide　array　of　weaponry。
　So　the　people　lived；　their　numbers　grew；　even　finding　a　share　of　contentment　and　satisfaction　in　the　relentless　hardships　of　their　rugged；　austere　lives。　But　Moros　was　a　poor　planet；　with　little　to　offer　the　rest　of　the　galaxy　in　trade。　For　centuries　it　remained　mostly　alone；　unvisited。　And　all　that　time　its　people　developed　and　refined　their　special　way　of　life；　being　more　fiercely　independent；　self…sufficient；　at　one　with　themselves。　They　also　became　a　planetful　of　the　most　skilled；　most　effective　fighting　men　and　women　in　the　galaxy。
　Yet　the　people　of　Moros　never　lost　that　earliest　sense　of　total　mitment。　In　their　world；　munality　ruled　…　cooperation；　sharing；　mutual　aid　and　support。　The　people　of　Moros　did　not　fight　among　themselves。　All　petition　was　relegated　to　an　annual　festival；　the　Martial　Games。　In　their　way　of　life；　private　greed；　destructive　ambition；　selfish　indifference　to　the　needs　of　others　…　such　anti…social；　anti…survival　ways　were　almost　unknown。
　Slowly；　other　human…inhabited　planets　in　that　region　of　the　galaxy　became　aware　of　the　uniqueness　of　Moros。　And　others　saw　what　the　people　of　Moros　had　not　realized　…　that　theirs　was　not　truly　a　poor　planet；　for　it　had　a　special　and　valuable　natural　resource。
　It　had　the　martial　skills　of　its　population。
　Gradually；　the　people　of　Moros　were　invited　to　use　that　resource；　to　trade　with　it　as　if　it　were　minerals　or　food　products。　They　took　their　skills　out　into　the　galaxy；　small　groups　of　fighting　men　and　women；　hired　…　at　substantial　sums　…　to　fight　in　small　wars　on　this　planet　or　that。　They　became　what；　in　an　ancient　human　language；　had　once　been　called　mercenaries。　But　they　felt　no　shame　in　doing　so；　nor　was　any　put　upon　them。
　They　learned　just　how　supremely　skilled　they　were；　pared　to　other　soldiers　in　the　Inhabited　Worlds。　And　the　rest　of　the　galaxy　learned　as　well。　Soon　more　offers　were　ing　in　then　could　be　accepted；　and　Moros　began　to　know　a　measure　of　wealth。
　With　that　ine　…　held　in　mon；　like　most　property　on　the　planet　…　the　people　of　Moros　acquired　new；　up…to…date　equipment　and　weapons。　They　bought　spaceships；　from　one…man　fighters　to　vast　battle　cruisers；　and　created　a　formidable　fleet。　They　visited　other　worlds；　studied　other　advanced　bat　techniques　and　took　them　home　for　their　people　to　master　them。　So　they　organized　themselves　into　an　armed　force　that　could；　if　needed；　include　every　adult　on　the　planet。　It　was　a　force　that　became　legendary　throughout　the　galaxy。
　The　Legions　of　Moros。
　Even　then；　even　though　any　army　needs　carefully　drawn　lines　and　levels　of　mand；　the　munal　spirit　of　Moros　was　not　impaired。　Nor　was　the　order　and　discipline：　discord；　slacking；　disobedience　were　unknown；　and　would　have　been　shocking　notions　to　any　legionary。　In　battle；　some　led　and　others　followed；　but　they　did　so　in　order　that　every　section　and　unit　would　operate　like　a　finely　tuned　machine。
　Otherwise　the　legionaries　shared　their　lives　as　equals　…working　together；　going　into　bat　together；　celebrating　victories　together。
　And；　in　the　end；　dying　together。
　（Keill　Randor's　dream　shifted；　as　it　always　did；　and　the　broken；　fleeting　images　gathered；　held　steady。　From　the　depths　of　his　sleeping　darkness　Keill　moaned；　as　the　dream…memory　rose；　clear　and　terrible　…　of　the　words　he　had　heard　from　his　ship's　municator　that　day　。。。）
　He　had　been　sent；　with　the　other　one…person　ships　of　his　Strike　Group；　on　a　simple　reconnaissance　mission。　But　it　was　more　than　halfway　across　the　galaxy；　and　in　one　of　the　most　densely　populated　sectors；　where　human　worlds　and　their　stars　clustered　like　…　as　the　Morosian　saying　had　it　…　sand　fleas　at　an　oasis。
　Keill　and　his　Group　had　e　out　of　Overlight　and　were　moving　on　ordinary　planetary　drive　towards　their　objective　…a　small　planet　where　a　local　war　looked　like　expanding　into　a　major　conflict；　and　where　the　Legions　had　been　offered　a　huge　sum　to　join　in　on　one　side。
　The　Strike　Group's　mission　was　simply　to　gather　data；　to　study　the　planet　from　orbit；　to　assess　the　war　potential；　to　monitor　broadcasts　and　so　on。　This　data　would　help　the　Central　mand　of　the　Legions　to　decide　whether　to　take　up　the　offer。
　For　the　Legions；　by　then；　could　pick　and　choose　among　contracts。　And　their　ethic；　born　of　their　history；　would　not　allow　them　to　take　the　side　of　aggressors；　or　fanatics；　or　would…be　exploiters。
　Often　they　had　fought；　for　less　payment；　on　the　side　of　those　defending　themselves　against　just　such　enemies。　Often；　indeed；　the　mere　presence　of　the　Legions　on　the　side　of　the　defenders　had　prevented　an　aggressor　from　ever　launching　a　full…scale　attack。
　As　the　planet　grew　larger　in　their　viewscreens；　Keill　and　his　group　were　checking　their　inter…ship　munications　link；　preparing　to　slide　into　an　orbit　suitable　for　scanning　the　surface　of　this　world。　They　were　not　advertising　their　presence；　and　hoped　to　go　unnoticed　…　so　Keill　was　mildly　annoyed　when　he　spotted　a　handful　of　silvery；　tubular　shapes　rising　towards　his　group　through　clouds　beneath　them。　A　subdued　ripple　of　voices　on　the　municator　showed　that　the　rest　of　the　group　had　also　seen　the　other　ships。
　'Maybe　they're　friendly；　maybe　not；'　Keill　said　to　his　group。　'We'll　ease　away　on　a　new　course　and　be　ready　for　evasive　action。'
　His　fingers　moved　over　the　controls；　programming　in　the　new　course　that　his　group　would　pick　up　and　follow。　He　kept　his　eyes　firmly　on　the　approaching　ships；　waiting　for　some　sign　of　their　intention；　some　munication　from　them。
　As　he　watched；　twin　points　of　light　glimmered　from　the　tapering　noses　of　each　of　the　oning　ships。　Keill　clenched　his　teeth　angrily。　It　was　all　the　sign　he　needed：　he　knew　an　ion…energy　beam…gun　when　he　saw　one。
　'They're　firing；'　he　snapped　into　his　municator。　'Amateurs　…　they're　way　out　of　range　still。　Begin　new　course　for　evasive　action。'
　'Do　we　return　fire　？'　The　voice　from　the　municator　was　that　of　young　Oni　Wolda；　Keill's　next…in…mand　and　his　closest　friend　in　the　Strike　Group。　Her　voice　was　calm；　but　with　a　faint　note　of　eagerness　that　made　Keill　smile。
　'No；'　he　said　quickly。　'We're　not　here　to　fight。　Evasive　action　will　take　us　far　enough　out　for　Overlight　…　that'll　lose　them。　Then　we'll　report　back。'　
　Again　he　made　his　course　corrections　on　the　control　panel。　Then　he　added；　'I'll　drop　back　into　rear　position　and　find　out　wh