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Updated: June 19, 2025
The old girl really hit the Onzarians. They hadn't heard any news at all in all the days of radio silence. Then their sets came on and there she was telling them that all their gold gimmicks were no good any more. That death was approaching for all of Onzar. That Candar had ... well, you can hear the recording of it. She meant every word and they acted as if they believed every word.
With two tracers, separated on a baseline of a few million kilometers, we can plot position closely. Three tracers will pin-point them, and for a trip across the center of the Galaxy, we will know when and where they'll have to surface." "That fits all right," Thane said, "but why tie in Onzar? Why not let the Allied Systems have the tracer?" Pyuf shrugged impatiently.
And always there was recurrent alarm for her father. She broke off her talk of the University and gripped his arm. "Roger, we must stop them. If they take my father to Onzar, he'll be killed. And the movement. What will happen to that?" "The movement?" Roger Thane asked, puzzled. "Why of course," she said, surprised. "Don't you know about it?"
"Onzar the whole five systems is probably more of an armed camp than any other political entity in the Galaxy. But that isn't the real reason for their overwhelming importance." Pyuf jumped down off the desk and flipped a switch on the far wall. The galactic map appeared, with the warp-lines superimposed in red. Pyuf pointed with his cigarette. "Take a look at those warps.
Right on the main road, right in the middle of the next war." He stared in silence at Thane for a moment. "That's one reason I've called you in on this." For most of the rest of the trip to Liaison, Garth continued to explain the strange orphan system of Onzar. In the religion, as Garth described it, the whole priesthood was female, and gold had magical value.
"Well, there actually were treason charges against him for a time. But I will say that things have changed." Thane looked from one to another and then overhead. What he could see of the room looked vaguely familiar, but.... "Where are we?" "At the space station," Astrid said. "Dad and Garth are working over a treaty between Onzar and the Allied Systems." "Dad? Then Dr. Reine was rescued? But how?"
Thane flipped through a systems manual to the geographical data for Onzar IV. He readily agreed that they wouldn't have stayed if it had been possible for them to get away. Onzar IV was cold, bitterly cold. Hurricane winds were common. The mountains went up to forty and fifty kilometers, and the land between them was largely barren desert.
It was only a question of time before the detector would pick up the clear beam on the Onzar fleet, even in the midst of battle. At last it came through. Across space, the automatic code responder finally could be heard. Thane gave his own code and said, "A direct to Garth. Top urgent." "That code has been changed," the mechanical voice replied at once. "Give current code."
Of course, our version of their history is largely guesswork because the Onzarians have never allowed any research. But it's clear that the immigration crew, or their first-generation descendants, put on a very effective little war between themselves. By the time they were finished Onzar IV was back in the age of ox-carts, without the ox." The intercom sounded again. "Five seconds to warp-line."
Then: "I always greet the emissaries from the Allied Systems personally. They always have so much of interest to tell us in one way or another sooner or later." Thane stared back and said, "You are right. I have information that will save Onzar if I give it to you. Perhaps, using your methods, you could get it eventually. Perhaps not. But eventually is too late, Candar."
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