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Updated: May 13, 2025
"I'm afraid you have the advantage of me, officer. How about telling me who you are and showing me a warrant or something under which you are performing this deed of interstellar justice." "I am Mikah Samon. I am returning you to Cassylia for trial and sentencing." "Ah, yes," Jason sighed. "I'm not surprised to hear that they are still interested in finding me.
And how could you possibly justify trying me on Cassylia for actions that occurred on this planet that aren't crimes here? That's like taking a cannibal away from his tribe and executing him for anthropophagy." "What would be wrong with that? The eating of human flesh is a crime so loathsome I shudder to think of it. Of course a man who does that must be executed."
"Don't be a hypocrite!" Jason snapped, inwardly pleased at the rewarding flush in the other's neck. "They've taken the cancer-producing agents out of tobacco for centuries now. And even if they hadn't how does that affect this situation. You're taking me to Cassylia to certain death. So why should you concern yourself with the state of my lungs in the future?" "I hadn't considered it that way.
"Evil I say, and you shall not go unpunished." His hand appeared from behind the door jamb and it held a pistol that he had found below. "I am taking command of this ship. You will secure the two women so that they can cause no trouble, then we will proceed to Cassylia for your trial."
Meta had her back turned to Mikah and was sitting in the control chair a good five meters from him with her hands filled with navigational notes. She slowly raised her head and looked at Jason and a smile broke across her face. "You said once you didn't want him killed." "I still don't want him killed, but I also have no intention of going to Cassylia." He echoed her smile and turned away.
"Then we must ask Ch'aka where he obtained them and leave at once. There will be authorities, we will contact them, explain the situation, obtain transportation to Cassylia. I will not place you under arrest again until that time." "How considerate of you," Jason said, lifting one eyebrow. Mikah was absolutely impossible, and Jason probed at his moral armor to see if there were any weak spots.
I will still help you, but only to stay alive so that you may be taken back to Cassylia for trial and execution." "I like that example of fair and impartial justice trial and execution." Jason coughed again and drained the bowl of water. "Didn't you ever hear of presumed innocence until proven guilty? It only happens to be the mainstay of all jurisprudence.
"Not quite," Jason told him cheerily. "But I have killed the jump control so we can't get to another star. However there's nothing wrong with our space drive, so we can make a landing on one of the planets you saw for yourself that there is at least one suitable for habitation." "Where I will fix the jump drive and continue the voyage to Cassylia. You will have gained nothing."
You should be thankful that your revolting record will have a good use in the end. It will be the lever with which we shall topple the grafting government of Cassylia." "I'm beginning to be sorry that I stopped Kerk and Meta from shooting you," Jason said, shaking his head in wonder.
As Mikah dragged himself to his feet, Jason took careful aim and sent the tray and dishes hurtling into the smoking ruin of the jump computer. "There's your fact," he said in cheerful triumph. "Your incontrovertible, gold-plated, uranium-cored fact. "We're not going to Cassylia any more!" "You've killed us both," Mikah said with his face strained and white but his voice under control.
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