The Best And The Brightest Part 17

Reoh gave in to the inevitable and activated the viewscreen. Captain Jord was beaming at him, which was somehow worse than her scowl.

"What makes you think I'll hand these women over to you?" he asked.

"Because it's either that, or we disintegrate the shuttle." Jord bared her teeth. "Behave yourself and you'll be picked up in a few days, your shuttle adrift. Meanwhile I'll be far from here, living the high life on the price I can get for my cargo."

"They're not cargo. They're women-" Reoh protested.

"I'm not going to listen to another speech out of you, Starfleet. You have three seconds to drop shields so I can get a tractor-lock on you, or I'm cutting my losses and getting out of here." She glanced at the chrono. "One, two-"

"Okay! Don't shoot," Reoh protested. Slowly he dropped shields. The shuttle lurched as the tractor took hold.

As the maw of the Belle Star's portal loomed closer, he turned reproachfully to Meesa. "Did you know about this?"

The confusion, guilt, and utter innocence in her eyes rea.s.sured him that she knew something, but not the complexities of her master's game.

"It's all right," he told her, patting her arm through the blanket.

But he knew it was far from all right. He had just smuggled a load of Orion animal women off Beltos Station 14, and delivered them to a Pa'a renegade. This wasn't going to look good on his record. He might even end up in a penal colony- Suddenly a siren alert rang through the open channel. Reoh thought at first that something had gone wrong with the docking, then he saw the Starfleet starship hanging over the Belle Star.

"Drop your shields and stand down your weapons!" boomed through the speakers. Reoh opened visual, and Commander Keethzarn was on screen. "Captain Jord, release the Dilithium Node from your tractor beam."

There was a few moments when nothing happened, and Reoh could imagine Captain Jord rapidly debating her chances of winning in a fight. But the starship looked extremely capable, with a brand new phaser array on the lower saucer section.

His shuttle jolted again as the heavy hand on the tractor released them. Before Reoh could take the helm, they were in the grip of another tractor beam from Keethzarn's ship, being pulled toward the starship.

Reoh went through the air lock first, to face Commander Keethzarn, followed by a seemingly endless line of naked, cringing Orion animal-women.

Keethzarn slapped Reoh on the back and gave him an admiring look. "Bajoran, you don't go half-measures, do you? How many of them are there?"

"Thirteen," Reoh admitted with a gulp. "I think. They don't stop moving... ."

Keethzarn let out a low whistle as the girls untangled their green limbs and continued to climb out of the shuttle. The other officers were starting to get a glazed look in their eyes from so many animal-women in the closed s.p.a.ce.

"You help escort these women to their quarters, Ensign Nev," Keethzarn ordered. "I'll take care of Captain Jord."

Nev Reoh nervously straightened his collar as he waited outside Keethzarn's ready room. Maybe he needed to get a better autotailor. None of his uniforms ever seemed to fit right.

The door slid open, catching him flat-footed, one finger hooked agonizingly in his collar.

"Good work!" Keethzarn sang out, reaching forward to shake Reoh's hand.

"Uh, sir?" Reoh stammered, his entire body shaken by the large man's grip. "What did I do?"

"You gave us the first good crack into the Orion slave trade on Beltos IV, that's all!" Keethzarn was grinning, his slanted brows rising almost to his hairline. "Captain Jord has plea-bargained and agreed to help us catch the Pa'a high command in their next shipment. It was those thirteen counts of slave smuggling that did it. We haven't been able to get any Pa'a to fold under smaller charges."

"You mean I'm not getting a reprimand?" Reoh asked.

"Reprimand! I couldn't have done it without you, kid."

Reoh hesitated, certain that Hammon t.i.tus would advise him to shut up and thank his lucky stars that he wasn't in deep trouble. But Reoh just couldn't rest not knowing. "Commander, I smuggled all those Orion slaves off the station without telling you."

"You sent me a fourteen-page message last night," Keethzarn dryly reminded him. "Full of pa.s.sion and fury over the plight of these women, pleading for the life of one of them... ." The commander keyed through his tricorder. "Meesa, yeah, that one. Requesting to transport her out of the Beltos system despite Starfleet regulations and decades-old trade agreements between the Pa'a and the Federation."

Reoh shifted uneasily. "Yes?"

"Then you left without waiting for my answer." Keethzarn clicked off the tricorder. "Either you gave up on the whole thing, which would mean you're a wacko. Or you smuggled the girl out without permission. Either way, I was forced to investigate." Keethzarn smacked Reoh on the back. "I couldn't have dreamed you'd take so many with you. We saw the Pa'a ship long before we intercepted. All I had to do was wait for Jord to spring her trap and bang- gotcha!"

"You're welcome," Reoh said automatically. He felt a little dizzy.

"Brilliant plan! Gave Starfleet deniability in case it didn't work, yet it couldn't miss!" Reoh flinched as Keethzarn gave him a final whack on the shoulder. "After my report goes in, Ensign, the Enterprise herself will want a fast thinker like you."

Chapter Nine.

"AND IT'S ONLY FOR TWO WEEKS," Jayme finished in a rush. "Just think, you get a trip to Rahm-Izad and you can help out an old friend."

Bobbie Ray protested, "I'd stick out like a purple tomshee in the middle of San Francisco. Enor would spot us in a millisecond."

"I don't want to hide from Moll," Jayme reminded the Rex. "We'll sort of ... run into her on the trip. Come on, it's my last chance to spend time with her before she graduates."

"Then go with Enor. What do you need me for?"

Jayme picked up the springball, turning it over in her hands. "She wouldn't agree. She would think it's encouraging me."

Thankfully, Bobbie Ray wasn't the type to question other people's motives. That was the main reason her choice of companions was so limited-all of her other friends would try to talk her out of it. But Bobbie Ray stuck to the point at hand. "I might go to Bracas V for vacation. Why don't you ask Starsa? She likes running around in the heat."

"Starsa would die. Rahm-Izad has two g's heavier gravity, with lighter air pressure."

"How about t.i.tus?" Bobbie Ray suggested.

"t.i.tus?" Jayme threw the springball against the wall and caught it in midbounce. "By the time he stopped laughing, it would be time to come home. Besides, he's too busy getting ready for his field a.s.signment on the Enterprise this summer."

"That's right, that lucky dog. He'll be fighting the Maquis, maybe even going into the Gamma Quadrant. That's what I wish I was doing this summer."

"The Rahm-Izad trip is only for two weeks," Jayme urged. "Come on, Jefferson, we almost died together-remember? I stuck by you in the caves. Can't you help me out now?"

"Rahm-Izad, huh?" he asked, thoughtfully examining the sheath on one claw. "Isn't that where all those ruins are?"

"Some of the oldest in the galaxy," Jayme quickly agreed.

"I hate ruins." He looked at her consideringly. "But I don't suppose I have anything better to do."

"Thanks! You won't regret it. Once we hook up with Moll Enor, you can do whatever you want. Sleep all day, if you'd like!" Jayme bounced the springball off the ceiling on her way out.

"Hey, that's my ball!" Bobbie Ray called after her.

Jayme tossed it back. "Just be ready to go the week after finals," she ordered. "And don't tell anyone!"

Moll Enor knew what Jayme was up to the first moment she saw the young woman accompanied by the Rex, filing off the afternoon airbus after the other tourists. Bobbie Ray looked irritated behind his large sungla.s.ses. He carried a portacooler, and perched on top of his head was a wide-brimmed shade hat. Jayme was busy looking around the courtyard and hostel complex, blinded by the brilliant Rahm-Izad sun.

"Welcome to Rahm-Izad!" a tall Rahm greeted the tourists. The Rahm differed from the Izad only in their dominant att.i.tude and slightly broader noses. "This way to a cool drink and a place to lay your heads. On Rahm-Izad, we are here to serve you."

The other tourists straggled after the Rahm, dazed from the sudden heat after their trip down from the orbital station. Jayme lingered, looking around, but Moll Enor stayed in the shadows.

"You didn't say it would take thirty-two hours to get here," Bobbie Ray complained loud enough that the other tourists turned to look at them.

"Be quiet," Jayme sighed. "I'll get you an Arcturian Fizz somewhere, then maybe you'll stop complaining for two minutes."

Moll knew their meeting was inevitable, so she went to the front of the balcony overlooking the courtyard. "Ah, the happy travelers." The way Jayme's eyes lit up made Moll soften her tone. "You're probably the last two people I would have guessed were interested in the Rahm-Izad ruins."

Bobbie Ray flipped his large, furry hand, his sungla.s.ses sliding down his nose. "Call it a whim."

Jayme tried to ignore him. "I've always been interested in the ancient humanoid cultures. Remember after you found that panspermia fossil? I wrote a history paper on the unity of the cultures on Kurl, Indri VII, and Sothis III."

"I remember," Moll said.

Most of the other tourists had drifted from the courtyard, proceeding to the hostel desk to pick up their room a.s.signments. Jayme started walking sideways, so she could grin up at Moll Enor. "I guess I'll see you later."

Moll shook her head after the incongruous couple. What had possessed Jayme to bring Bobbie Ray? The big orange Rex ambled toward the interior, oblivious to the stares of the alien children with their parents. Moll had already noted the way kids-and nubile young women-were drawn to the fuzzy Rex.

Jayme gave a cheery wave as she went under the portico. Moll sighed again, feeling herself pull back when she really didn't want to. Without a doubt, Jayme was the best friend she'd ever had. Moll just wished she had asked to join her on this trip instead of running after her. But to be fair, she had never given Jayme any reason to suspect that she would have agreed to go on a trip together.

Actually, Moll wished she had thought of it herself. It was about time they confronted this issue between them, and a ramble through the ruins would have been perfect.

Yet now, without a choice in the matter, Moll wanted to get out of the hostel before Jayme cornered her in her room. The chase was on, and as always, Moll Enor was running.

The heavy piers rose into the shadows, with the vaults lit by a few strategic spotlights. Moll Enor wandered among the ruins, consulting her travel padd and craning her neck to see the notable elements of the construction.

Jayme yawned as she trailed after her friend, reconsidering whether this had been such a smart idea. With her eidetic memory, Moll Enor soaked up cultures like water, always wanting to know more. Jayme was ready to return to the beach, where they could have a long, relaxing swim. Yet Moll seemed content to endlessly examine the small sculptures-alien heads and exotic animals, leaves and flowers-that were carved into the huge stone blocks.

Moll went through another one of the narrow slits in the wall, while Jayme sat down to wait in a niche, figuring it was close enough to a bench for all intents and purposes. She sat kicking her heels for a long time, but when Moll still didn't reappear, she decided it wouldn't hurt to prod her friend along a little.

But the slit didn't lead to a side chamber like all the others; it was the entrance to yet another underground maze. Jayme checked down a few turns of the maze, then panicked when she took a wrong pa.s.sageway and got caught in a dead end. The mazes could take hours to traverse, and the tourists had been warned time and again not to go into one without a tricorder. Moll had their padd-guide, and she was long gone.

Slowly, carefully, Jayme retraced her steps and returned to the entrance. When she was no longer afraid of having to spend hours stuck in the maze, waiting for the Izad caretakers to perform the evening sensor sweep, she groaned and leaned her head against the cool stone. She had been so patient! All she wanted was for Moll to see that she had been loyal, that she cared about the things Moll cared about. She would do whatever it took for Moll to give them a chance, just one, to see if they belonged together.

"Arrgh!" Jayme exclaimed, giving the wall a swift kick.

The stone gave under her foot, and there was a soft "phwatt!" as a small chunk of the decorated wall landed in the layers of rock dust on the floor.

Jayme instinctively glanced around, hoping no one had seen it. But the room was empty, as were the next ones. She bent down and picked up the round object, turning it over in her hand. It was a beaked face of some sort, broken off behind the ears. On the wall, there was a ragged spot between two other beak-faces where it used to belong.

She tried to put it back in place but it wouldn't stay. Then voices came from the maze behind her and she stuffed the head into her pouch, backing up as a handful of laughing tourists emerged from the narrow slit.

"You know the way back to the hostel?" a Bolian female asked Jayme.

Jayme couldn't begin to explain, but she could backtrack the path she and Moll had taken. She felt like one of the obliging Izad guides, silently leading a group of chattering tourists through a.s.sembly halls where political theory had been argued tens of thousands of years ago.

When Jayme emerged from the ruins, Bobbie Ray was seated at a courtyard table, sipping from a tall bulb of something icy-pink. His blue-and-yellow-striped sunshade was tied to the back of his chair at a rakish angle, protecting his bulk from the harsh sun.

When he saw Jayme trailing disconsolately back to the hostel, he called her over. "Look what I found!" Bobbie Ray held up a small ceramic figure about thirty centimeters high, painted a ruddy orange. "It's a genuine Kurlan Naiskos. And it only cost two slips of latinum."

It only took one look for Jayme to dismiss the statue. "The Kurls made Naiskos. That's on Kurl-a different planet in another solar system, in case you hadn't noticed."

"Oh." Bobbie Ray glanced at his Naiskos. "My mother will like it anyway."

"Have you done anything but shop and drink with the other tourists?" Jayme demanded. "Haven't you even set foot in the ruins?"

"Not yet," Bobbie Ray said, quite pleased with himself.

"Excuse me?" a small voice inquired.

Jayme turned to see an Izad standing slightly out of arm's reach, hands folded in supplication, as usual. There were far more Izad than Rahm-they were the cleaners, servants, cooks, attending to the needs of the tourists and caring for the ruins.

"Yes?" Jayme asked, surprised to be addressed by one.

"You have something that doesn't belong to you?"

"Oh!" Jayme scrambled with her waist bag. "I was going to give this to someone."

The Izad silently held out its hand and accepted the beaked head. Its fingers caressed the head like it knew every chiseled crevice.

Bobbie Ray raised one brow at Jayme. "Stealing the artifacts, Cadet Miranda?"

"Stealing? No!" Jayme appealed to the solemn-faced Izad. "I was going to give it back. I hope I didn't ruin it. It was an accident... ."

The Izad glanced at the beaked head, then silently turned and walked away.

"I was going to return it," Jayme told Bobbie Ray before he could say another word. "I couldn't just leave it lying on the floor in there. I had to bring it back to give it to someone, didn't I?"

Bobbie Ray made a show of removing his Naiskos from the table and tucking it safely back in his bag. "Sure, Jayme, sure."

The next day, Moll Enor invited Bobbie Ray to come on the tour of the underwater ruins. Jayme almost choked when he blithely agreed.

Wiping her mouth, she said, "It's under water, Bobbie Ray. Water, as in, we're underneath it."

He daintily stuck an enormous piece of meat pie into his mouth. With his mouth full, he said, "I don't care, as long as I'm not in the water."

Moll could tell that Jayme took perverse joy in the change in Bobbie Ray's self-satisfied expression once the tour-bubble began to sink underwater. The forcefield held back the green sea, but you could poke your finger through and feel how warm it was. Bobbie Ray shuddered as Jayme slowly shoved her entire hand through.

"It'll break if you keep doing that," he nervously chided her.

"Stay on dry land if you don't want to get wet," she retorted.