Free Ghostworld (Deathstalker Prelude) by Simon R. Green Page B

for use. Diana looked at the guns and scowled. There was always the chance the aliens weren’t involved with whatever had happened at Base Thirteen, and were just innocent bystanders. The Empire’s usual reaction to a new species was to shoot first and ask questions later, if at all, but Diana was determined that wasn’t going to happen here. First contacts could be peaceful, and she was going to do everything in her power to see that this one was. The Empire wasn’t going to add another servant species to its ranks, another people to treat and exploit as second-class citizens. Like the espers.
    She didn’t like the way her thoughts were going, so she concentrated instead on her surroundings. The metallic trees were very beautiful, shining in the mists like frozen fireworks. Now that she was seeing them up close, walking among them, they didn’t seem nearly as imposing. Their warm glow seemed friendly, even inviting … Which was more than she could say about the entities that had attacked her on the way down. The day seemed suddenly colder, and she shuddered briefly. She’d never felt a rage like it, an anger beyond thought or emotion; a force in itself. A force strong enough to break through a pinnace hull built to withstand atomics. She looked at the marines walking with her, and her momentary feeling of security was gone, as though it had never been. Guns and cold steel would be little use against the kind of force she’d sensed.
    She thrust the thought out of her mind. She was on her way to an unknown alien ship and a possible first contact, and nothing was going to spoil that for her. She wouldn’t let anything spoil it. She lengthened her stride, almost skipping along in her enthusiasm. The marines had to hurry to keep up with her. Ripper studied her thoughtfully, and Stasiak gave her a dark look or two, but she ignored both of them. And then the smile left her face and the joy went out of her in a moment, as something moved in the trees, not far away. She stopped dead in her tracks, and the marines stopped with her. They looked at her enquiringly, and she tried hard to stop trembling.
    “Didn’t you hear it?” she said quietly.
    “Hear what?” said Stasiak, trying to look in every direction at once, and almost succeeding.
    “There’s something moving in the mists, not far away. It knows we’re here.” She focused her concentration, trying to touch whatever it was with her esp, but it stayed obstinately just at the edge of her awareness.
    “Can you at least give us a direction?” said Ripper quietly.
    Diana indicated the area off to her right with a quick movement of her chin, and they all strained their eyes against the curling mists. It was cold and quiet, and nothing moved.
    “There’s nothing there,” said Stasiak, lowering his gun. “Not a damned thing. You’re just nervous, esper. Jumping at shadows.”
    “It’s there,” Diana insisted. “I can feel it.”
    “Well, whatever it is, I think we’d be safer on the move,” said Ripper. “Lew, you lead the way. I’ll watch the rear. Esper, you stay between us, and if you see it again, try and let us know without alerting it. Don’t worry, we won’t letanything happen to you. Now let’s move, shall we? Nice and easy …”
    They set off again, and Diana strode jerkily along, looking left and right, her back crawling. Something was watching her, and she could feel its menace like a sharp taste in her mouth. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, and she almost wished she had taken a disrupter for herself after all. The thought shocked her calm again, like a faceful of cold water. She was an esper, not a killer. Whatever it was out there, she should be concentrating on making contact with it. Except there was no other living thing on this planet. The sensors said so. But the sensors hadn’t reacted to what attacked her on the way down, and they’d been real enough. She’d felt them in her mind as they moved inexorably in to