angled boxy shape of a frigate churning a white wake behind her. The next thing he saw was a billowing mass of yellow flame and white smoke, and he was looking straight down the line of a missile.
Becken ducked instinctively despite the Eqbas shielding. Ade did too. Two or three seconds: no explosion. They straightened up and there was nothing out there but choppy sea smearing into a pale gray blur as the Eqbas ship headed north.
âWelcome home,â Becken muttered. âWho shot at who?â
It wasnât a great start. It was Umeh all over again, except this was Earth, and that hurt.
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Fânar, Wessâej: Nevyanâs home, upper terraces.
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Fânar had been Eddie Michallatâs home for twenty-seven years, but he never took the view for granted.
It beat the Leeds skyline for grandeur by a long chalk. At this time of the morning, CeretâCavanaghâs Star to humansâhad risen high enough to cast a peach light over the unbroken layer of nacre that covered the whole city, and gave it the name the colonists sometimes used: City of Pearl.
The gleaming layer was insect shit, deposited by millions of tem flies swarming on every smooth and sun-warmed surface. But it had the luster of extinct Tahitian pearl, and, as shit went, it was breathtakingly lovely.
Eddie stood at the irregularly shaped window and stared out across the caldera. He knew every house excavated in the walls of the caldera itself, every clan of wessâhar who lived there, every territorial call of the matriarchs who ran the place. It was as much home as any place heâd ever known. He liked it here.
âEddie, you know theyâve arrived, donât you?â
âOkay, sweetie.â
âYouâve been waiting a long time for this.â
âOkay.â
He didnât turn around right away. The ITX screen was activeâhe could see the reflection on the glass bowl by the spigot facing himâand he knew he was going to have to psych himself up to see old friends who were now much younger than he was. For cânaatat hosts, age was irrelevant. But time had passed; time, and people, and events. In all those years, heâd been broadcasting into what felt like a silence, waiting for the reply that would come one day from his closest confidants. ITX no longer felt instant.
I miss you. All of you.
âEddie, you knew this would happen one day.â
âI did,â he said, and turned around. âGod knows weâve talked about this enough. Maybe Iâve worked myself up too much.â
Erica was one of the civilian contractors whoâd stayed behind on Wessâej when Actaeon âs crew left, and had this been Earth, theyâd have been celebrating their silver wedding. It was the longest relationship Eddie had ever had, lived out wholly in an alien city, quietly comfortable in the way of couples needing to stick together, and it had produced a son. Barry had seemed like a blessing until Eddie began to worry about what kind of life he had forced on a kid who would have to return to Earth simply to find a girlfriend.
Other than that, he had no complaints.
âYou think Shanâs going to go ballistic at you for staying here, donât you?â Erica said. âLook, sheâs half a bloody galaxy away. Whatâs she going to do about it?â
âYou never met her, did you? And itâs not that far.â
âI saw her a couple of times. But sheâs still a long way away.â
âThatâs the problem. I let her down.â
âEddie, do you really want to be back there? With half the world waiting to start a war with the other? Oh, waitâthatâs just what you miss, isnât it? The good old days of watching someone else get their head blown off.â
âOkay.â Eddie waved vaguely, not sure if he was waving her away or waving her off. âOkay.â
Erica turned up the audio. The sound of studio chatter filled
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