Elanstan, thinking protection even to others, the dark-shield always, the shield to come.
âIâll take as good a care of this one as the last.â
I had to grin, since Liezaâs last passenger to Ell Prime had to have been Rhetoral.
âYou can take better care of this one.â
I grinned at that. Elanstan was somewhat possessive, near the end of the permissible range, since possessive tends to slide into control.
The net interference faded, and once we cleared the upper atmosphere, Lieza dropped the acceleration and switched the screens.
The main screen showed a dark blob that would have been hard to pick out had the shape not been enhanced by a soft yellow screen-highlighting. As the image grew, I had to admit, again, that Ell Prime didnât look impressiveâjust a three-klick chunk of nickel-iron filled with linked fusactors, shielded enough that the Vereal fleetâs EDIs wouldnât show more than a satellite power system in operation.
âJust a chunk of iron. Right, Coordinator?â
âAbsolutely. An observational station of no interest whatsoever.â I tried to keep my tone light, since we certainly hoped the power of those shielded fusactors wouldnât be needed.
The far left screen, a representational screen, showed Ell Prime and the rest of the orbital asteroid stations in luminous blue, and the twelve orbiting adiamante hulls of the Vereal fleet in brighter green.
âThere they are, our friends the cybs.â Liezaâs hands flicked, although she could have used the net, and the Vereal EDI readings appeared on the far right screenâeach ship generating and using more power in hours than a locial used in weeks.
âDo they track you?â
âEvery time.â
That figured. The cybs were doubtless paranoid and then some, but theyâd find little threat in one apparently low-powered asteroid station, or in the apparent navigation beacons on the other asteroid stations. When one sees limited technology in use by a rising power, one assumes greater technology is either reserved for warfare or still being developed, but when one beholds such limited technology in use by a once-great empire, one assumes that greater technology has been lost or abandoned. And thatâs usually the case. Usually, but not always.
The ell station image grew until it filled the screen.
âEll Prime, MagPrime beginning decel and approach.â
âWeâre standing by. Commence approach when ready.â
Then I was pressed into the couch for what seemed a short eternity, followed by near weightlessness as the magshuttle slid into the locking tube without even a shiverâanother advantage of the systemâand we eased to a stop smoothly, but all the metal of the asteroid severed my netlinks. The small shuttle shivered with the hiss of forced warm air entering the landing-lock tube.
âBe just a moment, Coordinator,â said Lieza warmly.
I unfastened my straps and stretched before standing in the enhanced point two gees of the asteroid station and reclaiming my cloak. I just draped it over my arm. Who needed a cloak inside an asteroid station? Getting rid of heat was usually a bigger problem than staying warm.
âAll right,â said Lieza, as she cracked the shuttleâs lock.
The station air was warm, not unpleasantly so, but warmer than the winter air of Parwon, with the hints of ancient ozone and oil and metal heated and reheated for probably all too long. With the air came a resumption of the netlink, repeated by the ell station.
âHow long will you be?â asked Lieza as she followed me out of the shuttle.
âI donât know,â I admitted. âHours. Not more than a day, Iâd guess, but that just depends.â
âThen Iâll seal up the shuttle.â
She linked with the shipâs system, and the hatch slid shut.
As we turned, Elanstan stepped forward out of the main corridor into the light of the