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t back to exhale a whistle。 〃Course; Praxis could do us in long before the Invid or Edwards。〃
〃Pleasant thought;〃 Vince told him。
Rick gave them both an angry look。 〃We're going to get to that module if we have to pole…vault there。〃
Tactical concerns (and personal preference) had kept Vince Grant and Rick somewhat anchored to the GMU (which had been moved inland from its original seaside landing zone); but the rest of the substantially reduced Robotech contingent; along with the XT Sentinels; had opted for Praxis's wooded valleys; the planet's often glorious skies; and rolling hills。 Max and Miriya's Skull Squadron had spent most of the past months reconning remote areas; hoping to e upon some trace of the vanished Sisterhood; but they had only succeeded in further depleting already critical reserves of Protoculture fuel。 Consequently; the Wolff Pack stuck close to base; Hovertanks shut down。 Bela and Gnea and the other Praxians had voluntarily detailed themselves to serve the group's logistical needs; and were assisted in this by the bearlike Karbarrans and vulpine Garudans。 Cabell had all but isolated himself; disappearing for long walks from which he would return with samples of native rock or flora。 Still a bit unfortable with the Humans and not yet fully accepted by the XTs; the Tiresian was often found in the pany of Rem; Baldan; Teal; and the limbless Haydonites; Veidt and Sarna。 Janice; too; had bee an unofficial member of Cabell's eldritch clique; much to Rick and Lisa's puzzlement。
Presently; Cabell and Janice were off together on a long walk; they were on a forested slope about fifteen miles from the mobile base when the tremor that had shaken the GMU struck。 The minor quake did little more than knock them off balance and loosen some gravel and shale from nearby heights; but it was the morning's second shakeup and it brought a severe look to Cabell's face。
Janice had thought to take hold of the old man's arm and utter a short panicked sound as the ground began to tremble。 It was a performance worthy of Minmei's best; although Janice could hardly appreciate it as such…any more than she could fully understand just what had pelled her to seek out Rem and Cabell's pany in the first place。 That this should somehow please Dr。 Lang was a thought as baffling to her as it was disforting。
〃There; there; child;〃 Cabell was saying; patting her hand。 〃It will be over in a moment。〃
They remenced their climb when the tremor passed。 Janice disengaged herself and urged Cabell to go on with what they had been discussing。
〃Ah; yes;〃 he said; running a hand over his bald pate; 〃the trees。〃
Janice listened like a student eager for A's。
〃As you can see; they're nothing like the scrub growth we found on Karbarra…far healthier; much closer to the unmutated form。〃 He motioned with his hand and went up on tiptoes to touch the spherical 〃canopy〃 of a healthy…looking specimen。 The tendrils that encased the solid…looking sphere and rigid near…translucent trunk seemed to pulse with life。 Gingerly; Cabell plucked one of the verdigris…colored applelike fruits; burnished it against his robe; and began to turn it about in his wrinkled hand。
〃Even the fruit they bear is different in color and texture…although still a far cry from the true Opteran species。 Nevertheless; it may tell us something。〃 He took off his rucksack and placed the sample inside。 〃Look for the ripest ones;〃 the instructed Janice; as she added a second fruit to the pack。
Cabell was straightening up when a sudden movement further up the slope caught his eye。 Janice heard him start; and turned to follow his narrowed gaze。
〃What was it?〃
Cabell stroked his beard。 〃I thought I saw someone up ahead。〃
〃A Praxian?〃 Janice asked; craning her neck and sharpening her vision。
〃No;〃 he said; shaking his head。 〃I would swear it was Burak!〃
Later; a stone's throw from the grounded GMU; inside the wooden structure that had been designated both quarters and cell; Tesla wolfed down the fruits Burak had picked from the sinister orchard Zor's Flower of Life seedings had spawned on Praxis。
〃Yes; yes; different; ummm;〃 the Invid was saying in a voice tinged…with rapture。
The young Perytonian tried to avert his eyes; but in the end couldn't help himself from watching Tesla as he ingested fruit after fruit。 Moist sucking noises filled the cell。
〃And you think they may have seen you?〃 Tesla asked him。
〃It is possible…Cabell; in any case。〃
Tesla scoffed; still munching and handling the fruits as if they were wealth itself。 〃Cabell is too old to recognize the nose on his own face。 Besides; they know I can't subsist on what you call food。〃
Burak said nothing。 It was true enough: the Invid's food stock had been destroyed with the Farrago; and the Sentinels had agreed to place Burak in charge of securing alternative nutrient plants。 But Cabell; who was anything but a doddering old man; and perhaps fearing the very transformations Tesla was beginning to undergo; had suggested that the Invid's fruit and Flower intake be regulated…this in spite of the fact that Tesla had to some extent ingratiated himself with the group since their victory on Karbarra。 Each evening; Cabell and Jean Grant would look in on Tesla。 Burak had been asked to furnish them with a daily log of the amounts gathered and ingested; and the devilish…looking Perytonian was plying…inasmuch as he would file a report。 But the report was hardly a reflection of the actual amounts Tesla consumed。 Fortunately; though; the Invid's transformations had been limited to brief periods following his meals; when neither Cabell nor Jean were present。
〃More;〃 Tesla said now; holding out his hands。
Burak regarded the Invid's newly…acquired fifth digit and pulled the basket out of reach。 〃I think you've had enough for today。〃 Burak had heard it said that extraordinary powers could be gained from ingesting the fruits of Haydon's Worlds; but he had never understood that to mean physical transfiguration; and the Invid's recent changes were beginning to fill him with fear。
Tesla's eyes glowed red as he came to his feet; taller by inches than he had stood on Karbarra。 〃You dare to say this to me after all we've been through? You; who sought me out before fate landed us in this despicable situation? And what of your homeworld and the curse you were so feverish to see ended…have you given up hope? Would you renounce your destiny?〃
Burak took a hesitant step toward the door; the basket clasped to him。 〃You're changing!〃 he said; pointing to Tesla's hands。 〃They're going to notice it; and what then? They'll cut back on the amounts; put someone else in charge of you。 Then what bees of your promises…what bees of Peryton?〃
Tesla continued to glare at him a moment more; transmogrifying even as Burak watched。 The Invid's skull rippled and expanded; as though being forced to conform to some novel interior design。 Gradually; however; Tesla reassumed his natural state and collapsed back into his seat; spent; subdued; and apologetic。
〃You're right; Burak。 We must take care to keep our partnership a carefully…guarded secret。〃 His black; ophidian eyes fixed on Burak。 〃And have no fear for your tortured world。 When the time es for me to assume my rightful place in these events; I shall reward you for these efforts。〃
〃That's all that I ask;〃 Burak told him。
The two XTs fell silent as a gentle tremor shook the building。
Tesla stared at the floor。 〃I sense something about this planet;〃 he announced; his sensor organs twitching as his snout came up。 〃And I think I am beginning to see just what the Regis was doing here。〃
CHAPTER TWO
Unfortunately; there are no detailed descriptions of the Genesis Pits; other than Rand's colorful but highly personalized and impressionistic accounts (specious; as some would add); and the notes Colonel Adams hastily scribbled to himself while on Optera。 And despite a plethora of theories and explanations; the sad truth is that the mechanism of the Pits remains a plete mystery…except to say that they were devices utilized by the Regis for purposes of creative evolution。 Praxis apparently played host to the largest of these; and Lang; to name one; has speculated