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Jack L. Chalker - WARRIORS OF THE STORMWARRIORS OF THE STORM

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For Edward Elmer Smith, Ph.D.,

who first took as Out There...

Thanks, Doc!

PROLOGUE: THE PRICE OF SUCCESS

GENERAL WHARFEN HAD JUST COMPLETED HIS MORNING PRAYERS and was in his

prebreakfast meditative state when an aide presumptuously entered the room,

stood, and bowed slightly at attention.

The general sat there in the lotus position, then suddenly raised his head,

and

those large, black eyes opened in slow and dramatic fashion. The aide was

quaking with fear and exuding respect and apology, but he stood his ground.

The general did not immediately speak; he thought first, which was why he was

the general. Clearly the aide knew what intruding would mean, and he was

extremely uncomfortable in doing so. Therefore, he was here because something

terrified him more than the general's wrath. The general was the highest

ranking

officer in the entire System Peacekeeping Forces, Chief of Staff and above

even

the fleet admirals. So, the general did not ask why he had been disturbed.

"Who?" he asked softly.

"A thousand pardons, sir. I would not—"

"Enough! Snivel later on your own time if you have any left! Answer my

question!"

"A Val, sir. With the highest possible code."

The general sighed, untangled himself, and slowly rose. "Very well. Ten

minutes

in my office. I assume I am allowed time to properly dress."

"Y-yes, sir. I will inform it. Permission to leave, sir!"

"Go." He got up and was at his dresser before the aide had managed to back out

and close the door. The general was entitled to a valet, but he never used one

within his personal quarters. Clean, press, and prepare, fine—but there was a

certain level of privacy he would not surrender.

The general was a perfect specimen of humanity. He was, in fact, more than

human, and he knew it. He, and all the forces under his command, had been

genetically engineered and bred to be superior. Even the lowliest soldier,

male

or female, was a fighting machine who could not only accomplish great physical

feats but was also of the highest intellect. They were born, bred, raised, and

trained to be soldiers, absolutely dedicated, absolutely committed, and

absolutely obedient—even he.

But, the fact was, he still didn't like the damned machines and Vals in

particular. They were, for all their massive design and inhuman appearance,

far

too human inside, and yet they were faster, stronger and possibly smarter than

any human could ever be, which was why he disliked them. When one is as

perfect

as humanity could be, one does not like to look at someone, or something, that

is even slightly better.

Still, absolutely none of the Forces would think of disobeying a Val with the

proper codes and clearances, nor any command from Master System. Such a thing

would be tantamount to a Fall from Grace. Not that he or anyone considered the

machines, even Master System, to be gods; they were just machines, created by

ancient human beings.

Humanity's ancestors, back on Earth, had reached a point in their development

where they could destroy all life, and the great minds who helped maintain

their

destructive system went to work building the greatest defense computer in

human

history, a self-aware and self-evaluative creation. With the knowledge that no

one else was aware of their actions, they dared to program their creation to

work out ways, any ways, by which the destruction of humanity could be

prevented—and then to insure that humanity could never destroy itself again.

And

when that time came, and the computer seized control of all the Earth's

weapons

systems and neutralized them, it took command. To save themselves, the

political

and military leaders obeyed it and carried out its orders. To fail to do so

meant political death, at the very least, and replacement by more tractable

leaders.

Inside the vast data bases of what was known only as Master System were vast

knowledge and incredible new discoveries. Humanity already had some

interplanetary capability; to that Master System added the

impossible—interstellar travel by "punching" a hole through space-time,

pushing

a ship across countless light-years under natural laws far different from

those

in our universe, then "punching" back through again. The computer flew the

ships; the computer alone knew the charts and objectives.

In order to fulfill its primary program and still retain absolute control,

Master System constructed great ships to take billions of humans to the stars,

to worlds that had been partially or fully terraformed. The heart of the

interstellar ships was a device known as a transmuter, the result of a failed

theoretical attempt to design a matter transmitter. Tremendous energy was

required to punch through space-time, and using huge ramjets, the transmuter

could convert thousands of tons of rock from the solar systems they visited to

energy and store it in adequate quantity. The trans-muter however, could not

use

this fuel itself. The only fuel a transmuter could use was a complex compound

based upon an ore that formed only under certain geophysical conditions in

certain solar systems—the ore murylium.

Master System charted the universe and discovered sufficient quantities of

murylium for its needs. It built automated mines and factories out in space,

supplied by a network of automated interstellar freighters. With bigger and

efficient transmuters Master System partially terraformed all the worlds it

needed, then matched a large group of Earth-humans with each world, and

transmuted them to those forms that could survive there. It established four

hundred and fifty-one "colony" worlds and in the moving process created four

hundred and fifty-one new forms of humanity. Those millions left on Earth were

relegated to museumlike reservations and held at a cultural and technological

level approximating the year 1700. Certain individuals from each culture—the

best, the brightest, the most ambitious and innovative—were given access to

Master System's technology. Working from hidden communities called Centers,

they

were expected to maintain the cultural level of the masses as it was, ignorant

of the existence of a Center, or Master System. Only a few who lived in the

old

ways knew the secret; these served as field agents for the Centers'

administrators. The colonial worlds were also organized in this fashion, as

were

even the few alien worlds under Master System's control. The system worked,

but

it had an uncontrollable side effect. In pooling all the brightest and most

ambitious and skillful in small Centers with access to technology, it was

inevitable that they would also find ways to beat the system. Master System

allowed the Center personnel to think they were putting one over on the system

they still faithfully served but to keep them honest and in touch with their

cultures, all personnel were required to return to their native cultures and

live the primitive life for a period of at least three months each year.

Master System had reduced, changed, and reseeded the human race in just under

two centuries, and during that period a very few clever humans somehow managed

to take control of some automated interstellar spaceships and fly them into

noncolonial regions. Their descendants, the freebooters, provided the only

means

of contact between colonial Centers of different worlds and exchanged murylium

and other exotic materials for access to data and technology that was beyond

their means. The freebooters were useful at times, so Master System made a

convenant with them, promising to let them be if they, on occasion, would aid

Master System with information on illicit human activities of its far-flung

centers. In effect, the freebooters became the four hundred and fifty-second

colony without realizing it.

But Master System did not trust the stability of its creation, and so it

constructed the Vals: massive humanoid robots with incredible mental powers

and

all the built-in tools and weapons needed to enforce Master System's rule.

There

were, however, very few Vals, and they were generally person or mission

specific; when their task was completed, they were erased and reprogrammed.

The supplementary force was the SPF: the System Peacekeeping Forces, human

beings born and bred to be fanatically devoted soldiers and police—roughly a

thousand troops for each race Master System ruled. All forces were under the

command of the Supreme Chiefs of Staff, which now was headed by General

Wharfen

and which outranked any other Center. The SPF had been used many times in

local

situations, but never on a massive scale— until now.

* * *

Vals could sit but they almost never did. They were more than two meters tall,

made of glistening black alloy in vaguely human form, but thick and broad in

all

departments. Except for their blazing crimson eyes, they were featureless, all

their sensitive equipment armored and protected, but they moved with the ease

and fluidity of a human, and they spoke in very human tongues.

The general did not salute or otherwise show deference to the Val; he knew

such

gestures meant nothing to the great machine and he was prideful enough not to

bow to anything not human-born. The Val was a messenger and a tool, nothing

more.

"I first require knowledge about the campaign against the freebooters," the

Val

said in a pleasant baritone.

The general took his seat behind his desk and relaxed. Vals terrified many

people but they were nothing to him. Only enemies of the system needed to be

frightened of these creatures.

"We hit all three ersatz freebooter centers in a coordinated action. We had a

few wounded and some equipment failures but no real casualties. Almost all

humans present were either captured or, when that proved impossible, killed.

have thirty-four prisoners and they have undergone extensive mindprobes. From

the Gulucha and Halinachi staffs we learned next to nothing, but Saarbin

essentially surrendered without a shot and we have much information from them

the location of freebooter routes, camps, enclaves, and their capabilities."

"Why were Gulucha and Halinachi so unprofitable?"

The general shrugged. "Gulucha's entire staff blew itself up when it found its

escape routes blocked and no other alternatives. The only ones left were

mindless creatures—prostitutes, bartenders, that sort of thing. Mindless

transmuter creatures, essentially. Halinachi—well, Fernando Savaphoong and his

immediate aides escaped, and we have been unable to locate or trace them. It

was

inexcusable, although I must say this Savaphoong was very clever and seems to

have been the only one to plan for such an eventuality as the collapse of the

covenant. Colonel Wor Shu Op and his staff have apologized to God in any

event."

Even the Val understood what that meant. They were not executed—there was no

reason to waste people that way— and they were not suicides. Rather, they had

surrendered themselves and had been reprogrammed as basic troops. It was the

ultimate humiliation for such as these, and that they had done so voluntarily

because they were ashamed of their failure reassured the system of their

absolute devotion.

"There is no sign of this colonization ship they control?"

"We have signs, but you know how vast space is and how easy it is to hide

virtually anything there. There are probably many whole planets within our

Quarter that we've never found or looked at; what is a ship, then, even of

that

size? They took a hundred tons of murylium and the freighter that contained

it.

I would say that speaks more for their capabilities than merely hiding. They

are

not on the defensive, and that bothers me. If they took it and ran to

somewhere

far away from the Quarter, then there would be little to worry about, but they

are here, somewhere, and we are dependent on them to make a move in order to

catch them. We will catch them, sooner or later, if they remain bold and

aggressive, unless they make a run for it."

"They will not make a run for it. We would not even bother with them if all

they

were doing was attempting to sidestep the system. Master System is patient. We

would eventually find and co-opt their grandchildren. Until now, no one has

been

authorized to know their true objectives, but Master System has decided that

certain of its most loyal commanders must be informed in order to do their

jobs

properly. They are after components—disassembled logic circuits—that when

assembled could cause massive harm to Master System."

The general was fascinated, although he well knew that what he was being told

was so secret that it might eventually cost him his own mind in a Master

System

mindprint. "So? Out here?"

"Yes. The device is quite ancient and was created by the same ones who created

Master System. The circuits are in the form of large, impressive gold-and-

black

jewelry— rings, in fact. Needless to say, the rings are inconsequential in and

of themselves; it is the circuitry and code contained in the settings that is

the danger."

The general shook his head in wonder. "Why would the Makers even build such

things?"

"There are always checks and redundancies in any system, and destruct hardware

in the most reliable machinery. They did not really know or fully comprehend

what they were building, remember, and the potential for abuse made them

nervous."

"But—why weren't these rings or whatever they are gathered up and destroyed

during colonization and pacification ages ago?"

"They are a part of the system. They can not be removed and their assignment

and

availability is also prescribed. The best Master System could do was to

distribute them among the stars and suppress all knowledge of their existence.

In spite of all that, these people found out, and they are after the rings.

That

makes them the most dangerous people Master System has ever faced."

"Then the things will work."

"Yes, if all five are assembled and then inserted into Master System's special

interface."

"You know where they all are?"

"Yes—to an extent. We know on what worlds they are, but not in all cases who

has

them. They have passed through many hands, all ignorant of their purpose, over

the centuries. One is controlled by chief administrator Lazlo Chen on Earth.

believe he knows exactly what its purpose is, but that in itself is useless

without the other four and the interface. Another is in the Cochin Center on

Jani-pur where it is on display and taken out only on ceremonial occasions. We

know the worlds and probably the regions for the others, but not necessarily

the

exact locations or possessor."

"And these rebels know the locations as well?"

"We believe so."

"Then—it's simple. We simply have to locate and take the rings first, leaving

dummy duplicates as bait, sit back, and capture them."

"It is not that simple. The system requires that the rings be in the

possession

of humans with authority. That means administrators and the like. It could

redistribute them at the beginning, for reasons not explained to me, but it

cannot touch them now. It could interfere only to reassign the rings, and

since

the rings tend to be main badges of office rather than personal possessions,

eliminate an administrator would simply confer ownership on his or her

successor. My orders are quite explicit. No one from our own forces must take

the rings from their owners. The best we can do is to use them as bait, as you

said, and deal with whoever comes to steal them. It is an irony that were you

not under the command of Master System, you would be fully qualified to take

and

hold one of the rings, but since you are, as are all our forces, this is

impossible."

The general was appalled, although the information confirmed a suspicion he

had

always had about machines versus humans. "You mean—they are fully allowed to

steal the things, but we are not allowed to requisition them for security

purposes?".

"That is correct."

The general sighed. "Well, if we know where they are, we can cover them so

tightly nothing could get through."

"Not necessarily. The colony ship has one hundred and fourteen transmuters

aboard, four of which are large enough to do ship's repair and augmentation,

and

the memory capacity built into its core is more than sufficient to use them in

the most complex ways. These people are dedicated to overthrowing the system

dying in the attempt. They will be fanatic enough to use the transmuters on

themselves and take whatever form they need to get the rings, no matter what

the

personal cost."

Wharfen shook his head. "You believe, then, they are fanatical enough to do

that? And to train and learn how to be something quite alien well enough to

fool

the locals?"

"I do. Security then must be absolute, yet none beyond this room, including

particularly those who now possess the rings, must be told of the rings' true

nature and importance lest we breed a generation of fanatics who one day could

do what these renegades now only dream of doing. Nor should you be confident.

These people do not act alone or in a vacuum. They had help and they were

assembled for this purpose."

"Help? Who?"

"The enemy. Master System fights a stalemate: a war of machine against

machine,

far removed from here. But the enemy's clever. They have infiltrated us as we

have been unable to infiltrate them. This is no mere band of rebels, General.

This is a deep thrust inside our lines, a flanking maneuver that attempts to

score the decisive victory by proxy."

"Who is this enemy?" the general asked. "Where is it being fought?"

"We do not know who it is. Great power, as great as our own. As to where,

Master

System does not tell us. If we need to know or our participation in active

battle is required, then we will be told. Otherwise it is not our concern. We

are, however, now involved, for this is an enemy thrust and we are required to

blunt it. After all this time they have found a weak spot."

"Between a half dozen and a dozen people, many from. primitive holds, in a

fourteen-kilometer-long spaceship can threaten the entire system? I cannot

believe that."

"We don't know their numbers. Discovering Arnold Nagy, the former security

chief

of Melchior, sitting in a bar on Halinachi with an unknown and two fugitives

was

something of a shock. We know they have more than just the one ship and the

captured freighter. We must find them, General. We must make them come to us

and

then take them."

"But there is so much we don't know..."

"We know this—we have the easier task. They must have all five rings and know

how to use them. Thus we need only prevent them from obtaining any one of the

five to win. If we fail, all humanity will suffer."

"If we fail," the general replied, "we probably deserve to."

1. THE PRICE OF SUCCESS

AFTER THEY HAD MADE THEIR DECISION, THE CHOWS had more than a month to think

about it and agonize over it and have not only second, but third and fourth

thoughts about doing it at all.

For the crew of the Thunder the time had not been wasted. Originally, the vast

interior of the ship had been designed for two purposes: to transport large

numbers of uprooted humans from old Earth in a sedated state, and to link them

directly to the transmitters through which they could be changed into the form

Master System had designed to tailor them to the planet. Most of that was gone

now; the enormous interior was almost planetlike, with grass and artificial

sunlight and trees and small personal buildings for the inhabitants. About

eight

kilometers by two were available, but only a bit over four kilometers had been

transformed into living space, first for the small Earth-human crew who'd

stolen

her and then for the crew of the freebooter ships who had joined her. Aft was

work area for the ship's maintenance robots to repair and build whatever was

needed. Only the final row of transport tubes, set against the rear bulkhead,

remained untouched.

While this work was in progress, the great computer pilot whom they called

Star

Eagle worked with China Nightingale, the blind and eternally pregnant genius,

and Doctor Issac Clayben, the greatest human expert on forbidden technology.

With the files from the freebooter freighter Indrus, they pooled their

intellects to learn all they could about the strange people who inhabited the

world called Janipur.

The diverse Hindu culture from which the ancestors of that world had been

plucked fascinated all of them. Its many and complex deities, its theories

about

reincarnation and an expanding and collapsing universe, its art and music and

literature were all new to the crew of the Thunder and quite wondrous.

There was also a dark side to it, in that it used its cosmology to impose a

rigid class structure determined by birth. One began as some insignificant

living thing and then grew over successive lives to become a more complex

organism and ultimately human, with the power to reason and study and make

conscious decisions. But even as a human one had to start at the bottom, the

lowest of the low classes, and serve a life as both a male and a female in

each

class, excelling and learning from that experience and thereby progressing to

new life in the next highest class. The ultimate were the Brahman, the highest

class of the society, beyond which there was a new state, perhaps a godlike

one.

The idea of rebirth was appealing in a way, but most of them shared the view

the cigar-smoking Crow security man, Raven. "If you don't remember who you

were

then what's the difference between bein' really dead and bein' reincarnated?

Me,

I think you get one go and that's it. Look at me. Smart-ass fat kid from a

primitive village high in the mountains who became a warrior, then a Center

security man, and now—well, whatever this is. Down there, if you're born a

dirt

fanner you stay a dirt farmer, no matter how smart or skilled you are."

Both the Chows and China had been born and raised in a culture that also

believed in reincarnation and thought it quite logical, but their system was

not

as rigid as the Hindus'. And though they were familiar with a number of

variants

of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism, they would find Janipur to be quite

different. Master System believed in stability; the cultures it created were

carefully edited versions of old Earth cultures, pared of all extraneous

material. The China that had bred the Chows and China Nightingale was not the

culture of their ancestors any more than were the Crow or Hyiakutt societies

that had produced Raven, Hawks, and Cloud Dancer. Hawks, historian, had known

this from the start, but few others could appreciate his thoughts that the

various reservations on Earth were not so much museums as free-form historical

fictions.

Janipur had been the victim of a particularly ironic twist by Master System.

There were no sacred cows in Janipurian society; the people were the cows. At

least, that was how the crew of the Thunder thought of it when looking at the

pair now in the aft transport tubes.

Vulture, the strange creature who was the creation of the distorted genius of

Isaac Clayben, and who could absorb the physical form, personality, and

memories

of any organic being, had done his job well. After infiltrating Cochin Center

Janipur, he had consumed and then become the deputy chief of security, which

gave him great power and access to the vast bulk of Center files. He had

picked

a pair of Janipurians from Awadi Center, on another continent from Cochin;

Brahmans by their gray coloration. As middle-level bureaucrats, part of the

inevitable faceless horde that kept all political organizations working, these

two would have easy access to Cochin Center without being known there.

It was the first time any but the crew of the Indrus had ever seen a real

Janipurian, and the forms made a major impression on them.

They were human sized; the female was noticeably smaller man the male. Lying

their sides in the tubes, they looked very much like hoofed animals. Their

"hind

legs" were mounted on either side of the torso on a swivel joint that allowed

the body to actually stand upright. The lower calf was thicker than one would

expect in a four-footed animal and seemed to end in a broad, thick, rock-hard

hoof. The hoof, however, was actually mounted on the back of the ankle, and

the

major thickness of the lower calf was due in part to a broad, flat, padlike

extension of muscle and bone on another swivel joint that could lock out of

the

way for running on all fours but was otherwise wide enough and powerful enough

to serve as a foot when the creature stood erect.

The torso was broad and thick; the arms were the same length as the legs and

constructed in much the same fashion, although the handlike extensions beyond

the hooves were more specialized, each with four long fingers and an opposable

thumb that folded up when the creature was standing on all fours. The necks

were

long and thick, and constructed to allow the head to face forward in both

four-and two-legged positions.

The faces were expressive and very human-looking, with pushed-in noses and

overly wide jaws that moved from side to side as well as up and down and

contained only broad, flat teeth. These were herbivores. Most of the body

area,

excluding the face, was covered in thick gray fur.

"The musculature and skeletal structure are amazing," Clayben told them,

sounding like a kid with a new toy. "Upright they are as elastic and as able

twist and bend and perform as normal humans are. On all fours, they are far

rigid but can probably run, leap, and kick better than any human. The feet are

better designed for standing than walking upright, but the heads are very well

suited for even the most intricate work."

Sabira, the crewwoman from the Indrus who had volunteered to go along on the

mission because she knew and understood the basic culture of Janipur, said

nervously, "I suppose there are greater differences man would be immediately

apparent to anyone from the outside. Still, I had not thought of them as all

that different in spite of appearances. Such things would affect their whole

culture and way of looking at things, their basic behavior. I had not

considered

that."

"There will be other surprises, I fear," Hawks told her. "But the

transmutation

is essential to our mission. Second thoughts?"

She gave a slight smile and shrugged. "Some... many. It is to be expected. But

am needed; I am the only one with experience who is willing to go."

And that, of course, was the crux of the matter.

"One thing does puzzle me," Clayben added. "On their heads, here, seem to be

nubs representing incipient horns. I'd be curious to know whether they have a

function or are merely ornamental."

Sabira nodded. "The horns are functional only on the female. The way in which

the child must be carried in the womb to be fully protected and insulated is

with the mother in the four-footed position. As term progresses, the mother

finds it increasingly difficult to stand until it becomes impossible about the

fifth month. The pivot joints in the hands and feet lock into position so they

cannot be lowered, the breasts enlarge, and the mother grows a long and nasty

pair of horns with sharp points. Without her usual speed, it is the only

protection she has during the remaining time. A few weeks after birth the

horns

fall off, and she can return to normalcy. The horns are saved and usually

fashioned into carvings that are given to the child upon gaining maturity.

They

are considered a part of the child. The children are breast-fed for only a

couple of weeks; after that their digestive systems are fully formed and they

can eat basically what the adults eat. Do not think of the women as helpless

this time, however. They are extremely aggressive and quite dangerous."

Clayben nodded. "Fascinating. And the children are born fully formed and able

get about? Not like our helpless lumps?"

"Their hands and feet are rudimentary, but their legs are strong and firm.

They

are quite imitative and learn the basics of survival early on. They are

self-sufficient as animals, although mostly defenseless, by the first month.

But

they are well advanced in many ways and because of their mobility and

independence learn at a far faster rate than our own children at that age. The

hands and feet, however, take years to fully develop, and their use must be

learned and practiced. They are intellectually humans but physically animals

until about the age of seven or so. They mature sexually at about age twelve

thirteen."

Clayben nodded again. Clearly the old scientist, after long inactivity, was

coming alive again. Hawks wondered how alive he would be if it became his turn

to be transmuted into something else. He suspected it was far easier to do

things to others in the name of research than to undergo the process yourself

someone else's hands.

"Have the Chows seen these yet?" Sabira asked.

Hawks shook his head negatively. "Not yet. Today, perhaps. Now that we have

our

two prototypes, the clock is running, as it were, to get things going. This

pair

is officially on leave and a cover story has been developed for them. However,

their leave is one hundred days and already five are gone. You all must study

their bodies and learn whatever else you can in order to pass as Janipurians.

Part of that study time must be here, until you have learned the basics, and

then we will send you all down to live for a period with the natives and

polish

up. If you cannot fool the natives, then you will not fool Cochin Center and

you

certainly will not fool the troops infiltrated down there. Thanks to Vulture,

you will then be reassigned to Cochin Center. By then you will have passed the

hard tests and be ready to attempt the impossible."

"It is a lot to ask, to get that far in ninety-five days," she responded

worriedly. "There will be so much to learn."

"More than just your lives will depend on your learning well that quickly.

Without this ring, the rest are meaningless. If you are caught, then it will

a thousand times more difficult for those who follow to try again."

There was usually very little need for Chow Mai and Chow Dai to talk to one

another. As identical twins, they had been virtually inseparable for good and

ill. Each knew the thoughts of the other—or so it seemed, even to them —which

made their conversation after they saw the Janipurians all the more

remarkable.

"I do not want to do this thing," Chow Mai, usually the quiet one of the pair

said. "You saw them. You thought what I thought."

Chow Dai nodded. "More like cows than people, I think, and their ways are very

strange, as well. I look at us and know that we are not things of beauty, yet

are still human."

"And yet there is honor and obligation. Our lives belong to these people who

saved us for this purpose. My nightmares have never gone away, nor have I felt

normal since..."

Chow Dai nodded once more, understanding completely. They had been caught in

common burglary by China Center security, mindprinted, and determined to be

neither spies nor traitors but simply childish and immature thieves with a

remarkable talent for getting past the most sophisticated locks. Neither

understood flush toilets, let alone computers, yet they had been given a gift,

or a curse, by their ancestors and by their illusionist uncle long ago.

After their capture, they had been taken down to the biotech labs where they

had

been examined and, still virgins, had been rendered forever incapable of

bearing

children. Then they had been lightly drugged and taken to the place where the

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