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CHAPTER 3
!iNCON ladder reference, I think I've cleaned this up, and the problem
! about inferred radiation
!jrf suggests saying "Dad" instead of actual name here:
It took five hours for the ground to cool enough for Dad to slide the ladder-ramp to ground. He and Johanna climbed carefully down, hopped across the steaming earth to stand on relatively undamaged turf. It would be a long time before this ground cooled completely; the jet's exhaust was very "clean", scarcely interacting with normal matter -- all of which meant that some very hot rock extended down thousands of meters beneath their boat. ^ V NOTE what this implies about torches in other stories BKG July 17, 1991
Mom sat in the hatchway, watching the land beyond them. She had Dad's old pistol.
"Anything?" Dad shouted to her.
"No. And Jefri doesn't see anything through the windows." !V June 10, 1991 TUF (and there is some):
!PRO write. All through the story, I think you should have recollections
! of her parents. Toward the end, she might recognize that they were less
! painful. (Also the memories can be used to motivate her in ways other
! than hate)
!REN "ultrasound" collision with other ultras
Dad walked around the cargo shell, inspecting the misused docking pylons. Every ten meters they stopped and set up an sound projector. That had been Johanna's idea. Besides Dad's gun, they really had no weapons. The projectors were accidental cargo, stuff from the infirmary. With a little programming, they could put out wild screeching all up and down the audio spectrum. It might be enough to scare off the local animals. Johanna followed her father, her eyes on the landscape, her nervousness giving way to awe. It was so beautiful, so cool. They were standing on a broad field, high in hills. Westward the hills fell toward straits and islands. To the north the ground ended abruptly at the edge of a wide valley; she could see waterfalls on the other side. The ground felt spongy beneath her feet. Their landing field was puckered into thousands of little hillocks, like waves caught in a still picture. Snow lay in timid patches across the higher hills. Johanna squinted north, into the sun. North?
"What time is it, Daddy?"
Olsndot laughed, still looking at the underside of the cargo shell. "Local midnight." !mARK 02Jun89
Johanna had been brought up in the middle latitudes of Straum. Most of her school field trips had been to space, where odd sun geometries were no big deal. Somehow she had never thought of such things happening on the ground.... I mean, seeing the sun right over the top of the world.
The first order of business was to get half the coldsleep boxes out into the open, and rearrange those left aboard. Mom figured that the temperature problems would just about disappear then, even for the boxes left on board: "Having separate power supplies and venting will be an advantage now. The kids will all be safe. Johanna, you check Jefri's work on the ones inside, okay?..." !QU Ask MG about this placement
!INCON? Saying Johanna is one of the older (or oldest) students in the
! school
! implies that the Straumers have highschools away from family most of the
! time.
!IMP: "'Testament' can mean a lot of things."
!rEN: Straumli Realm does not take an article (done in t1 and t2)
!V INCON oops, gotta make it clear that everything was set up for
!V communication before the ambush
The second order of business would be to start a tracking program on the Relay system, and to set up ultralight communication. Johanna was a little afraid of that step. What would they learn? They already knew the High Lab had gone wicked and the disaster Mom predicted had begun. !V
!V usage "the High Lab" instead of "High Lab"
!V Might be easier to do this later when Amdi and Jefri are talking
! about
!V about setting up comm
How much of Straumli Realm was dead now? Everyone at the High Lab had thought they were doing so much good, and now .... Don't think about it. Maybe the Relayers could help. Somewhere there must be people who could use what her folks had taken from the Lab.
They'd be rescued, and the rest of the kids would be revived. She'd been feeling guilty about that. Sure, Mom and Dad needed extra hands right at the end of the flight -- and Johanna was one of the oldest children in the school. But it seemed wrong that she and Jefri were the only kids going into this with their eyes open. Coming down, she had felt her mother's fear. I bet they wanted us together, even if it was only for one last time. The landing had been truly dangerous, however easy Dad made it look. Johanna could see where the backsplash had gouged the hull; if any of that had gotten past the torch and into the exhaust chamber, they'd all be vapor now. !QU iNCON? with the talk of hot turf?
!V CHK BKG INCON birdcall
!V CHKd sp birdcall
Almost half the coldsleep boxes were on the ground now, by the east side of the boat. Mom and Dad were spreading them out so the coolers would have no problem. Jefri was inside, checking if there were any other boxes that needed attention. He was a good kid when he wasn't a brat. She turned into the sunlight, felt the cool breeze flowing across the hill. She heard something that sounded like a birdcall. ! V Oliphaunt RETRO here?
Johanna was out by one of the sound projectors when the ambush happened. She had her dataset plugged to its control, and was busy giving it new directions. It showed how little they had left, that even her old dataset was important now. But Dad wanted something that would sweep through the broadest possible bandwidth, making plenty of racket all the way, but with big spikes every so often; Pink Olifaunt could certainly manage that. !?CHK it seems to me this must be on the right side if she is southwest of
! the boat
"Johanna!" Mom's cry came simultaneous with the sound of breaking ceramic. The projector's bell came shattering down beside her. Johanna looked up. Something ripped through her chest just inside her shoulder, knocking her down. She stared stupidly at the shaft that stuck out of her. An arrow!
The west edge of their landing area was swarming with ... things. Like wolves or dogs, but with long necks, they moved quickly forward, darting from hummock to hummock. Their pelts were the same gray green of the hillside, except near the haunches where she saw white and black. No, the green was clothing, jackets. Johanna was in shock, the pressure of the bolt through her chest not yet registering as pain. She had been thrown back against uptilted turf and for the moment had a view of the whole attack. She saw more arrows rise up, dark lines floating in the sky. ! What a silly way to
! die. But they passed out of her sight to the right.
!V June 2, 1991 "what a silly way to die" out of place from a
!V thirteen-year-old?
!QU is it okay my mixing "wolves" and "dogs"? I mean the distinction to
! to be mainly in the mind of the observer
She could see the archers now. More dogs! They moved in packs. It took two of them to use a bow -- one to hold it and one to draw. The third and fourth carried quivers of arrows and just seemed to watch.
The archers hung back, staying mostly under cover. Other packs swirled in from the sides, now leaping over the hummocks. Many carried hatchets in their jaws. Metal tines gleamed on their paws. She heard the snickety of Dad's pistol. The wave of attackers staggered as individuals collapsed. The others continued forward, snarling now. These were sounds of madness, not the barking of dogs. She felt the sounds in her teeth, like blasti music punching from a large speaker. Jaws and claws and knives and noise. !V June 2, 1991 "Lost in the madness"? (presaged in preceding paragraph)
She twisted on her side, trying to see back to the boat. Now the pain was real. She screamed, but the sound was lost in the madness. The mob raced around her, heading for Mom and Dad. Her parents were crouched behind a rendezvous pylon. There was a constant flicker from the pistol in Arne Olsndot's hand. His pressure suit had protected him from the arrows. !jrf2 what is a rendezvous pylon? TUF June 10, 1991
!V 10Jun91 10:46:29pm mARK
!V June 2, 1991 Hmm, smart flechettes? How does this compare with the
!V pistol that Pham is using in c37?
The alien bodies were piling high. The pistol, with its smart flechettes, was deadly effective. She saw him hand the pistol to Mom and run out from under the boat, toward her. Johanna stretched her free arm towards him and cried, screamed for him to go back.
Thirty meters. Twenty-five. Mom's covering fire swept around them, driving the wolves back. A flurry of arrows descended on Olsndot as he ran, arms upheld to shield his head. Twenty meters.
A wolf jumped high over Johanna. She had a quick glimpse of its short fur and scarred rear end. It raced straight for Dad. Olsndot weaved, trying to give his wife a clear shot, but the wolf was too quick. It jinked with him, sprinting across the gap. It leaped, metal glittering on its paws. Johanna saw red splash from Daddy's neck, and then the two of them were down. !V IMP PRO write flamethrowers
! Perhaps this could be in the scene with the nest of wolves much later
!V You have already put some flamethrower stuff into the denouement
!CHKd sp: flamethrower
For a moment, Sjana Olsndot stopped shooting. That was enough. The mob parted and a large group ran purposefully toward the boat. They had tanks of some kind on their backs. The lead animal held a hose in its mouth. A dark liquid jetted out ... and vanished in an explosion of fire. The wolf pack played their crude flamethrower across the ground, across the pylon where Sjana Olsndot stood, across the ranks of school children in coldsleep. Johanna saw something moving, twisting in the flames and tarry smoke, saw the light plastic of the coldsleep boxes slump and flow. !PRB QU Is it too unbelievable that she doesn't have use of her legs?
!jrf Yes, a little
!V May 31, 1991 I don't really mean the gross implication of "spicy"
!V smoke. Dropped it June 11, 1991
Johanna turned her face to the earth, then pushed herself up on her good arm and tried to crawl toward the boat, the flames. And then the dark was merciful, and she remembered no more. !was 02.txt, p21