The Gauntlet (part I) / ÅK¤â®M (²Ä¤@³¡¥÷) by Ennien Ashbrook, ashbrook@spots.ab.ca / ¥Ñ Ennien Ashbrook,ashbrook@spots.ab.ca
She shivered against an imagined chill, pulling her robe around her.
/ ¦o¥´Å¸¹ï§Ü³Q·Q¹³ªº´H§N,¦b¦o©P³ò©Ô¦oªº¼eÃPªø³T¡C Breakfast was a warming meal. A porridge of grains and legumes, eaten plain or spiced; a thin soup of tangy, tart, seasoned broth; breads and fruit, all washed down with cups of fragrant, steaming ti. / ¦À\¬O·Å·x¤@À\¡C ½\²É©M¨§Ãþªºµ°,¦Y¥ì©ÎÃÄ®Æ; ±j¯Pªº¡M»Ä¡M©M¸gÅçÂ×´I¦×´öªº½G´ö; ÄÑ¥]©M¤ôªG, ¥þ³¡¥HªM¤l¬~±¼ªâ»ªº,»]µo ti¡C The newswires told of another unsuccessful attack on Earth, but bragged
about the incompetance of G-Force without its female member. / ·s»D±M½u¥t¥~¤£¦¨¥\ªº§ðÀ»¦a²y§i¶D,
¦ý¬OÃö©ó G ªº incompetance §j¤û-¨S¦³¥¦ªº¤k©Ê¦¨ûªº¤O¶q¡C Chief Anderson had been so emphatic, that she was vital to the team, being the only one truly capable of espionage, the best at computer technology. Why, then, did he train Mark and Jason so rigorously at those arts? Why did he not train her, and the other members, in the arts in which they, Mark and Jason, were specialists? / ¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹¬O¦p¦¹»y½Õ±j, ¦o¬O«nªº¹ï¤p²Õ, ¯u¹ê¦a§@¬°°ß¤@ªº¤@Ó¯à°÷¶¡¿Ò²Õ´,¦b¹q¸£§Þ³Nªº³Ì¦n¡C ¬°¤°»ò,µM«á¡A¥L¦b¨º¨ÇÃÀ³N°V½m°¨§J©M³Ç¥Í¦p¦¹ªºÄY¼F¶Ü? ¥L¬°¤°»ò¨S°V½m¦o¶Ü, ©M¨ä¥L¦¨û, ¦bÃÀ³N¤¤¦b¥LÌ, °¨§J©M³Ç¥Í,¬O¶Ü ? Why, indeed. It was plainly obvious that Mark was Anderson's favorite,
the Golden Boy, the child who could do no wrong. Jason's jealous nature
was all the more inflamed by Anderson, constantly pitting the two against
each other as they were growing up, until they could do it by themselves.
Jason was second banana, in all ways, to / ¬°¤°»ò,ªº½T¡C ¥¦Â²³æ©úÅã¡A°¨§J¬O¦w¼w»¹ªº³ßÅw¨Æª«¡Aª÷ªº¨k«Ä¡A¥i¥H°µªº«Ä¤l¨S¦³¿ù»~ªº¡C
³Ç¥Íªº¶ú§ª¦ÛµM¬O§ó¥[¦w¼w»¹ªº inflamed, ¤£Åܦa¦³¶Ë²ª¨º¤G¤Ï¹ï©¼¦¹·í¥LÌ¥¿¦b¼W¥[¤§®É¦b,¤W±ª½¨ì¥LÌ¥i¥H¿W¦Û°µ¥¦¡C ³Ç¥Í¬O²Ä¤Gªº»¿¼,¥H©Ò¦³ªº¤è¦¡,¨ì She skimmed through the rest of the newswire, savoring the taste of the
fruit. It was a treat soon to be lost to the oncoming winter. / ¦o²¤Åª¹L·s»D±M½uªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤À,«~À|¤ôªGªº«~À|¡C
¥¦«Ü§Ö¬O®bÅW³Q¥¢¥h¨ì±µªñªº¥V¤Ñ¡C It was mostly the same, finalizations of missions, plans for other missions, blueprints for mecha, new developments in weaponry.. then a picture accompanying an article caught her eye. / ¥¦¤j³¡¥÷¬O¬Û¦Pªº,¥ô°Èªº finalizations,¹ï©ó¨ä¥Lªº¥ô°Èp¹º,¬° mecha »s¦¨ÂŹÏ,ªZ¾¹ªº·sµo®i¡C¡C µM«á¤@±i³¦ñ¤@Ӥ峹ªº·Ó¤ù¤Þ°_¦oªºª`·N¡C --it was dark too dark to see clouds covering the sky no moon visible infrascanner's malfunctioning damn the thing ...no-- / --¥¦«Ü¶Â·t¤Ó¶Â·t¦ÓµLªk¨£¨ì¥]§tªº¤ÑªÅ¨S¦³¤ë«G¬Ý±o¨£ªº infrascanner's µo¥Í¬G»Ù¤@ÂI¨Æª«ªº¶³¡C¡C¡C¤£-- She shook her head, dispelling the memories brought up by the face. /
¦o·nÀY,ÅX´²ÂǵÛÁyªø¤jªº°O¾Ð¡C Princess looked up as Zoltar entered. His face was tight, his lips drawn tense and bloodlessly white. She knew what he was going to say. / ¤½¥D¬Ý¦b·í Zoltar ¶i¤J¤W±¡C ¥LªºÁy¬Oºòªº, µe®ÉºAªº¥L®B©MµL¦å¦â¥Õ¦â¡C ¦oª¾¹D¥L¥¿¦b¥hµo¨¥Åvªº¡C They found them. / ¥L̵o²{¥LÌ¡C * * * / *** The line up was this afternoon, when she would face the men who had first violated her... The first from this world, at any rate. She would identify them, denounce them, confirm before their peers their transgression against Spectran law. She was nervous, perhaps scared. / ·í¦o±N·|±¹ï¤w¸gº¥ý¹H¥Ç¦oªº¨k¤H®ÉÔ½u¦V¤W¬O¤µ¤Ñ¤È«á¡C¡C¡C ¨Ó¦Û³o¤@Ó¥@¬Éªº²Ä¤@, µL½×¦p¦ó¡C ¦o±N·|ÃѧO¥LÌ,¤½µM©áÀ»¥LÌ,¦b¥L̪º¦P¾«¤§«e½T©w¹ï§Ü Spectran ªk«ßªº¥L̹H¤Ï¡C ¦o¬Oºò±iªº,¤]³\ÅåÀ~¡C Yes, scared. That was right. She was scared, that they might slip through, that they might escape before sentance, hunt her down. She was scared the sentance, once passed, might not be thorough, might leave one of them alive to escape and hide. / ¬Oªº,ÅåÀ~¡C ¨º¬O¥¿½Tªº¡C ¦o³QÅåÀ~,¥LÌ¥i¯à·Æ˹L,¥LÌ¥i¯à¦b sentance ¤§«e°k²æ, °l®·¦oªºåP¸¨¡C ¦o³QÅåÀ~ sentance, ´¿¸g³q¹L, ¤£¥i¯à§¹¥þ,¥i¯àÅý¥L̪º¨ä¤¤¤§¤@¬¡µÛªº°k²æ¦Ó¥BÂáC She looked at the wallscreen, seeing the flakes of snow drifting down to meet the light layer of white upon the earth. Spectra in autumn, the leaves long off the trees. The morning star was still visible. / ¦o¬Ý wallscreen,¨£¨ìº}¬y¤U¨Ó¦b¦a²y¤§«á¹J¨£¥Õ¦âªº»´¼h³·Á¡¤ù¡C ÀWÃЦb¬î¤Ñ¡A¾ð¸Â÷¶}¾ð´÷±æ¡C ±á¬P¤´µM¬O¬Ý±o¨£ªº¡C Eridani, the cause of Spectra's death, yet itself a victim: Over two
thousand years ago a neighboring star had gone supernova, the light of
its passing to be recorded by the Chinese four hundred years after the
death of Christ. Its gaseous remains formed the Crab Nebula, in which
/ Eridani ¡AÀWÃЪº¦º¤`¦]¯À, ¤´µM¥¦¥»¨¤@Ó¨ü®`¤H: ¦b¶W¹L¤G¤d¦~¥H«e¤@Óªþªñªº¬P¤w¸g¥h¶W·s¬P, ¥¦ªº³q¹L¥ú¦b°ò·þªº¦º¤`¤§«á¦b¤¤°êªº¥|¦Ê¦~¤§«e³Q°O¿ý¡C
¥¦ªº®ðÅé´Ý¾lª«§Î¦¨¤F¿ÀÃɬP¶³¦bþ¸Ì Until the Mad Star's shock wave hit it, it had been ten siblings and no asteroid field. That same shock wave jostled the orbits of the remaining eight planets, sending Laicla erratically into space, divesting Triarn of its veil of slush and vapour, and knocking Eridani for a devastating loop towards the elder sun. The sun itself had flared dangerously, setting off the warning systems of the various countries of volatile Spectra, sending them into a nuclear war. They needn't have bothered: The planet was already doomed. As Eridani came closer in its decaying orbit, its gravity field pulled Spectra out of the life belt. Its magnetosphere was just brushing the planet now, causing havok with transmitters and satellites. In another two hundred years, Eridani's radiation belts would begin to touch Spectra and the planet's ability to support its teaming lifeforms will come to an end. / ª½¨ìºÆ¨gªº¬P¥O¤H·P¨ì·N¥~ªºªi®öÀ»¤¤¥¦,¥¦¤w¸g¬O¤QÓ¥S§Ì©M¨S¦³¤p¦æ¬P»â°ì¡C ¨ºÓ¬Û¦Pªº¥O¤H·P¨ì·N¥~ªºªi®ö±ÀÀ½¤F³Ñ¾lªº¤K¦æ¬Pªºy¹D,¶i¤JªÅ¶¡¤§¤º¤£³W«ß¦a°e Laicla,é°£¥¦ªº¼o²G©M¤ô¨Tªº±¯½ Triarn, ¦Ó¥B¬°¤@Ó¹ï©ó¦~ªøªº¤Ó¶§¯}Ãa©ÊªºÀôºV Eridani ¡C ¤Ó¶§¥»¨¤w¸g¦MÀI¦a·n¦², ¦b´§µo©ÊÀWÃЪº¦UºØ¤£¦P°ê®aªºÄµ§i¨t²Î¥~³]©w¡A¬£»º¥L̶i¤@Ó®Ö¾Ô¤§¤º¡C ¥LÌ»Ýn¤£¤w¸g·ÐÂZ: ¦æ¬P¤w¸g³Q©R¤¤ª`©w¡C ·í Eridani ¨Ó¤ñ¸û¾aªñªº¦b¥¦°I°hy¹D¤¤¡A¥¦ªº¦a¤ß¤Þ¤O»â°ì§âÀWÃбq±Ï¥Í±a©Ô¥X¨Ó¡C ¥¦ªººÏ®ð°é¥¿¦b¶È¶È²{¦b²¨¨ê¦æ¬P¡A¥Îµo®g¾¹©M¤H³y½Ã¬P¤Þ°_ havok ¡C ¦b¥t¤G¦Ê¦~¤¤¡A Eridani's ªº©ñ®g½u±a¤l±N·|¶}©l¸I¨ìÀWÃЩM¦æ¬Pªº¯à¤O¤ä«ù¥¦Áp¦¨¤@²Õ³Qµ²§ôªº lifeforms ·N§Ó¡C Could not the Luminous One correct this, knock Eridani away, pull / µLªkµo¥ú¤@§ï¥¿³o,
ºVÀ» Eridani ¤§»·,©Ô She thought about these things as she watched the time: They distracted her from other thoughts; thoughts that nagged at her, worrying at the edges of her consciousness like dogs at a particularly meaty bone. Another thought, then... / ·í¦o¬Ý¤F®É¶¡ªº®ÉÔ¡A¦o·Q³o¨Ç¨Æª«: ¥Ḻq¨ä¥Lªº·Qªk¤À¤ß¤F¦o; ¦b¦o¤£Â_¦a¼G¥o´o¤Hªº·Qªk,¦b¦oªº¹³ª¯¦b¯S§O¦×ªº°©ÀY·NÃѪºÃä½t·Ð´o¡C ¥t¤@Ó·Qªk,µM«á¡C¡C¡C Aishe.. She was still trying to understand the Spectrans' use of / Aishe¡C¡C
¦o¤´µM¥¿¦b¹Á¸Õ¤F¸Ñ Spectrans' ¨Ï¥Î The Gaea Hypothesis came to mind, a hypothesis held by some factions
on Earth, that said that the planet was itself a living being, maintaining
a consistant temperature in the face of incredible odds, its atmosphere
expanding and contracting at regular intervals, its magnetosphere producing
waves that looked, when viewed on a trace, remarkably like a heartbeat.
The Spectrans, those who were underground, who were not loyal to the Spirit
in their hearts -- they treated their planet like a living being, of which
they were a part. / Gaea °²³]¨Ó¤¶·N,¤@Ó³Q¦b¦a²y¤è±ªº¤@¨Ç¬£¨t®³µÛªº°²³],¨º»¡¡A¦æ¬P¬O¥¦¥»¨¬¡ªº¦s¦b,¤£ÅUÃø¥H¸m«H¾÷·|ºû«ù
consistant ·Å«×, ¥¦ªº¤j®ðÂX±i¦Ó¥B¦b©T©wªº¶¡¹j¡A¥¦ªº¬Ý¥Í²£ºÏ®ð°éªºªi®öÁYµu, ·í¦b²ª¸ñ¤W¬Ý,ÅãµÛ¦a¹³¤@Ӥ߸õ¡C Spectrans,
¨º¨Ç¬O¦a¤Uªº¤H¹ï¥L̪º¤ßºë¯«¤£¬O©¾¸Ûªº -- ¥L̹ï«Ý¤F¥L̪º¹³¬¡¦s¦bªº¦æ¬P, ¨ä¤¤¥L̬O¤@Ó³¡¥÷¡C The door chimed. It was time. First the lineup; then, if she had identified
them all, the trial. No waiting, no remands, no appeals. / ªù»ï¡C ¥¦¬O®É¶¡¡C ²Ä¤@°}®e;
µM«á¡A°²¦p¦oÃѧO¥LÌ¥þ³¡,¸ÕÅç¡C ¨S¦³µ¥Ô,¨S¦³°eÁÙ,¨S¦³¶DÄ@¡C Princess opened it. The box contained two capes, one large, one waist-length,
a fluffy scarf, a shawl, a mask, a tam o'shanter (gorgeous pattern), a
fluffy muff, and boots. The winter gear of a / ¤½¥D¥´¶}¤F¥¦¡C ²°¤l¥]§t¤F¤GÓÌa, ¤@¤jªº,¸y³¡ªø¡A¤@Ó¤òµ³µ³ªº³ò¤y¡A¤@±ø©ÜªÓ¡A°²±¨ã¡A
tam o'shanter(µØÄRªº¨å«¬) ¡A¤@Ó¤òµ³µ³ªº·x¤âµ©©Mªø¹u¡C ¥V¤Ñ¤u¨ã¤@ She pulled on the thick winter clothes, foregoing the mask. It was still
early in the season, only -15C, though it would get colder as evening
came on. The masks were useful in the chilly Spectran climate -- they
prevented frostbite on the most vulnerable areas, the bridge of the nose
and the eyes. She had a full-face mask: The Spectrans were better adapted
to their worsening climate than she, being layered with fat deposits and
blessed with.. unusual.. metabolisms. During the depths of winter, when
the temperatures could drop to -70C, / ¦o¦b«pªº¥V¤Ñ¦çªA¤W©Ô, «e±ªº°²±¨ã¡C ¥¦¤´µM¦b©u¸`¤¤ªì´Á,
°ß¤@ªº -15C,ÁöµM·í±ß¤Wµo¥Íªº®ÉÔ¡A¥¦±N·|«Ü¤ñ¸û´H§N¡C °²±¨ã¬O¦³¥Îªº¦b´H§Nªº Spectran ®ðÔ¤¤ -- ¥LÌÁקK¤F¦b³Ì©ö¨ü¶Ë®`ªº°Ï°ì¤Wªºá¶Ë,»ó¤l©M¨º²´·úªº¾ô¡C
¦o¦³¤F¥¿±ªº°²±¨ã: Spectrans §ó³Q¾AÀ³¥L̶W¹L¦o¨Ï®ðÔ§óÃa, »PD¦s´Ú¤@°_¤À¼h°ï¿n©M¨ü¯¬ºÖªº¥Ñ©ó¡C¡C ¤£´M±`ªº¡C¡C ·s³¯¥NÁ¡C
¦b¥V¤Ñªº²`«×®ÉÔ, ·í·Å«×¥i¥H°§Cªº®ÉÔ¨ì -70C, Tonala's vehicle was could be foot-driven, so that she could talk with her hands without compromising control. Privately, Princess admired the woman's virtuosity -- Deafness was no handicap on Spectra. She thought to inquire about Aishe, but could not think of a way to phrase it. She still hadn't mastered the manual language, though she had picked up enough Lower Feileidh to hold adequate conversations, and her Kumburan was coming along nicely. Other languages she listened to, tried to learn, but they were truly alien tongues, not easily mastered. / Tonala's ªº¨®½ø¬O¥i¯à¬O¸}ÅX°Êªº,©Ò¥H¦o¨S¦³§´¨ó³B²z±±¨î¥i¥H©M¦oªº¤â»¡¸Ü¡C ¨p¤U¡A¤½¥DÆg¬ü¤F¤k¤Hªº¬ü³N¿³½ì -- Ť¤£¬O¦bÀWÃФWªº»Ùê¡C ¦o·Q¸ß°Ý Aishe, ¦ý¬OµLªk·Q¨ì¤@Ó¨ì¤ù»yªº¸ô¥¦¡C ¦o¤´µM¨S¦³©ºªA¤H¤uªº»y¨¥,ÁöµM¦o¤w¸g¬B°_¥R¨¬§ó§Cªº Feileidh ºû«ù¾A·íªº¥æ½Í¡A¦Ó¥B¦oªº Kumburan ¥¿¦b¦V«e«Ü¦n¨Ó¡C ¨ä¥Lªº»y¨¥¦oÅ¥¨ì³Q¹Á¸Õ¾Ç²ß¡A¦ý¬O¥L̬O¯u¹ê¥~°êªº¦Þ,¤£®e©ö¦a©ºªA¡C They arrived at the judicial complex. Tonala explained that Zoltar often
sat as judge at the trials, but was sitting out this one as an observer,
citing personal involvment as a detriment to impartiality. / ¥L̹F¦¨¥qªkªº¦X¦¨ª«¡C
Tonala ¸ÑÄÀ¤F Zoltar ®É±`¦b¸ÕÅ秤¦pªk©x, ¦ý¬O§¤¥X¦p¤@¦ìÆ[¹îªÌªº³o¤@Ó,¤Þ¥Î¦p¤@ӹ綠¥¦³ªº¶Ë®`Ó¤Hªº involvment
¡C A frigid blast of wind smacked her face as she got out of the vehicle, blowing her back against it. "Yee, maybe I should have worn the mask," she muttered, then leaned into the wind, the ends of her cloak flapping wildly. Zoltar stood on the steps of the judicial building, his own cloak billowing. / ·í¦oÂ÷¶}¨®½øªº®ÉÔ¡A·ªº´H§N¯e·¦³¨ý¹D¦oªºÁy,§j¹ï§Ü¥¦ªº¦oI³¡¡C "Yee,¤]³\§ÚÀ³¸Ón¬ï°²±¨ãªº",¦o³ä³ä¦Û»y,µM«á¶i¤J·¤§¤ºÊ¾a,¦oªº³¥©Ê¦a©ç¥´ªº¤æ½´µ²§ô¡C Zoltar ¦b¥qªkªº«Ø¿vª«ªº¨BÆJ¤W¯¸¥ß,¥L¦Û¤vªº¤æ½´¬¤´é¡C "Hi," she said as she came up to him,"Can I borrow that for just a sec?" and burrowed her face into the fleece-lined cape while he laughed. / "¶Ù ," ·í¦o¨ì¥Lªº®ÉÔ¡A¦o»¡," §Ú¯à¬°¥u¬O sec ɨº¶Ü "? ¦Ó¥B±¸¬}¥Þ¦oªºÁy¶i¦Ï¤ò±Æ¦¨¤@¦æªºÌa¤§¤º·í¥L¯ºªº®ÉÔ¡C "Thank you," she said, indicating her garments. She wanted to hug him, but was unsure how it would be interpreted. She had learned the hard way not to give out invitations. / " ÁÂÁ§A ",¦o»¡,«ü¥X¦oªº¦çªA¡C ¦o·Qn¾Ö©ê¥L, ¦ý¬O¤£ªÖ©wªº¥¦±N·|¦p¦ó³Q¸ÑÄÀ¡C ¦o¤w¸g¾Ç²ßÃøªº¤èªk¤£n¦A¯ÓºÉÁܽСC Tonala grinned, "He wanted it to be a surprise. He stayed up all last night to finish the hat," she signed. Princess smiled, looking at her feet, then looked up at him, hoping her eyes would convey her gratitude. / Tonala ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º,"¥L·Qn¥¦¬O·N¥~¡C ¥L¬Q±ß¼õ©]©Ò¦³§¹¦¨´U¤l,"¦oñ¸p¡C ¤½¥D·L¯º,¬Ý¦oªº¸}, µM«á¬Ý¦b¥L¡A§Æ±æ¦oªº²´·ú±N·|¶Ç¹F¦oªº·PÁ¤߱¡¤W±¡C Then it was out of the wind and into the fire. / µM«á¥¦¶W¥X·©M¶i¤J¤õ¤§¤º¡C * * * / *** This was not a lineup ever seen on Earth. Identification was crucial
in a case like this, where the suspects had gone unapprehended for some
time. Their being soldiers, who all wore half-masks as part of their uniform,
identification was an even tougher task. However, when he made the law,
Zoltar had taken some facts into account: The face wasn't the only identifiable
element of the body seen by a victim. / ³o´¿¸g¤£¬O¤@Ó°}®e¦b¦a²y¤W¨£¨ì¡C ½T»{¬O¨M©w©Êªº¦b¤@±¡ªp¹³³o,
¶ûºÃ¥Ç¤w¸g¥h¤£²z¸Ñ¹F¼Æ®É¶¡¡C ¥L̨¬°x¤H, ¥þ³¡¤@¥b¦a¬ïµÛ- °²±¨ã·í¥L̪º¨îªA³¡¥÷,½T»{¬O¤@¥ó¬Æ¦Ü¤ñ¸û±jµwªº¤u§@¡C µM¦Ó¡A·í¥L§@¤Fªk«ßªº®ÉÔ,Zoltar
¤w¸g¦Ò¼{¤@¨Ç¨Æ¹ê: Áy¤£¬O³Q¤@Ó¨ü®`¤H¨£¨ìªº¨Åé°ß¤@ªº¥i¥H½T»{¤¸¯À¡C She endured the hateful glowers of the chief and another of the men;
dismissed the terrified visages of the others. Every detail she could
remember she brought into sharp focus, then matched them to their owners.
The verdicator under her hand never varied from its blue hue. / ¦o¨k¤H§Ô@¤F»â³Sªº¼¨«ëÀü²´¦Ó¥B§Ô@¥t¥~¤@;
¸Ñ´²¤F¨ä¾lªÌªº¨üÅåÀ~Áy¡C ¦o¥i¥H°O±o¦o¶i¤J¾U§QªºµJÂI¤§¤º³Q±aªº¨C¥ó²Ó¸`,µM«á»P¥L̬۰tµ¹¥L̪º¾Ö¦³ªÌ¡C ¦b¦oªº¤â¤U±ªº verdicator
±q¤£±q¥¦ªºÂŦâ¦â§ïÅÜ¡C There would be a break for ti while the court room was prepared. They adjourned to the courthouse's cafeteria, taking a snack in a private booth. / ·íªk°|©Ð¶¡³Q·Ç³Æªº®ÉÔ¡A¬° ti ±N·|¦³¥ð®§¡C ¥LÌ©µ´Á¨ìªk°|ªº¦Û§UÀ\ÆU,¦b¤@Ó¨p¤Hªº«F¤¤±a¤@Ó¤p¦Y¡C "What happens now?" Princess asked, waiting for her ti to cool. / " ¤°»ò²{¦bµo¥Í"? ¤½¥D°Ý, µ¥Ô¦oªº ti §N«o¡C "Well," said Zoltar around a mouthful of pastry, "Court
will be called and you'll be called upon to testify, under verdication
of course. / "¶â,"Zoltar Äѯ»¿|»æªº¤j¬ù¤f " »¡, ªk°|±N³Q¥s°µ¡A¦Ó¥B§A±N³Q©I¥s¦b¤§¤WÃÒ©ú,
¦b verdication ¤§¤U·íµM¡C "Why?" / " ¬°¤°»ò "? Another spray of pastry, which he hastily tried to cover, "They
aren't supposed to crumble like this," he muttered as flakes flew
off his lips. Princess stifled a giggle. "Anyways, I feel responsible.
/ Äѯ»¿|»æªº¥t¤@Ó¤ôªá, ¥L¥^¦£¦a¸ÕµÛ²[»\," ¥L̨S³Q±À·Q¹³³o±Y¼ì ",·íÁ¡¤ù¸¨«¥Lªº®B®ÉÔ¡A¥L³ä³ä¦Û»y¡C ¤½¥D¤£¯à©I§l¤@¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C
"µL½×¦p¦ó¡A§Úı±o¦³³d¥ô¡C She nodded, thinking that if he acted as sponser, it would allay at least one of her fears. She didn't think she could carry out sentance herself; she just wasn't that kind of person. / ¦oÂIÀY, «ä¦Ò¦pªG¥L¾á¥ô sponser,¥¦±N·|¦Ü¤Ö¦oªº®£Äߤ§¤@ÂíÀR¡C ¦o¨S¦³»{¬°¦o¥i¥H¹ê¦æ sentance ¦o¦Û¤v; ¦o¶È¶È¤£¬O¨ººØ¤H¡C * * * / *** She had been calm and cool during the delivery of her testimony, her eyes closed to the shocked looks as she relayed the tale of being kidnapped from her post, beaten, bound and raped again and again. Her voice had been level, steady, as she tallied the wounds received, the duration of her healing before she could return to active status. She remembered another time, in another court.. but put it out of her mind. That was over, now, and couldn't be helped. / ¦o¤w¸g¬O¥Ã¨Ã¥B¦b¦oªºÃÒ¨¥»¼°e´Á¶¡§N«o, ·í¦o±µ´Àªº®ÉÔ¡A¦oªº²´·úÃö³¬¨ì³Q¾_°Êªº®e»ª±q¦oªºÂ¾¦ì³Q¸j¬[ªº¬G¨Æ,¥´, ½d³ò¦Ó¥B¤@¦¸¤S¤@¦¸±°¹Ü¡C ¦oªºÁnµ¤w¸g¬O¤ô·Ç¡A©wºA, ¦]¬°¦b¦o¥i¥H¦^¨ì¿n·¥ªºª¬ºA¤§«e , ¦opºâ¤F³Q¦¬¨ìªº³Ð¶Ë¡A¦oªº´Á¶¡ªv¡¡C ¦b¥tªk°|¤¤¦o¤U¦¸°O±o¡C¡C ¦ý¬O©ñ¥¦ºÆ¤F¡C ¨ºµ²§ô,²{¦b, ¦Ó¥BµLªk³QÀ°§U¡C Prosecutors questioned her, seeking clarification of details. / À˹î©x¸ß°Ý¤F¦o,´M¨D²Ó¸`ªº¼á²M¡C One by one, the accused were questioned under verdication. Two plead guilty immediately. The chief tried to dodge, but the verdicator caught him out. The other refused to say anything at all. / ¤@¤@ÂI¤§«e¡A³Q§iªÌ¦b verdication ¤§¤U³Q¸ß°Ý¡C ¤GÅGÅ@¦³¸oªº¥ß¨è¡C »â³S¸ÕµÛÁ׶}¡A¦ý¬O verdicator ®·®»¥X¥L¡C ¥t¤@Ó©Úµ´¥þµM»¡¥ô¦ó¨Æ¡C In a textbook, open-and-shut case, the verdict was reached and the sentance
was passed. She refused the offer of right of execution, agreed when it
was offered to her sponsor. She named Zoltar as sponsor, and watched as
the men were led out to await their doom. A baliff came to escort Zoltar
to the execution site, congratulated / ¦b¤@¥»±Ð¬ì®Ñ¡A·¥Â²³æªº±¡§Î¤¤¡A§P¨M³Q¨ì¹F¡A¦Ó¥B sentance
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baliff ¨ÓÅ@½Ã¨ì¹ê¦æ¦ì¸mªº Zoltar,¯¬¶P * * * / *** One by one, the convicted men were led into the courtyard of sentance.
/ ¤@¤@ÂI¤§«e¡A³Q§P©w¨k¤H¦³¸oªº¶i¤J sentance ªº®x°|¤§¤º³Q¤Þ¾É¡C One by one they met their deaths. One by one, the bodies were taken away for disposal. Finally, the Chief, now a Captain -- or had been. / ¤@¤@ÂI¤§«e¥L̹J¨£¤F¥L̪º¦º¤`¡C ¤@¤@ÂI¤§«e¡A¨Åé³Q¬°³B²z¨ú¨«¡C ³Ì«á,»â³S, ²{¦b¤@¦ì²îªø -- ©Î¬O¡C "Why do you do such brutality? She's a woman, not even Spectran!
/ "§A¬°¤°»ò°µ¦p¦¹ªº´Ý§Ô? ¦o¬O¤k¤H¦Ó¤£¬O¥©Zªº Spectran! "Should I not care about the people who will one day be my subjects?" / " §Ú¤£À³¸ÓÃö¤ß¤H , ¤@¤Ñ±N¬O§Úªº¥DÃD "? "Then they should get some preparation for what's in store for them.
/ "µM«á¥LÌÀ³¸Ó±o¨ì¬°¥L̬O¦b°Ó©±¤¤ªº¤@¨Ç·Ç³Æ¡C "I don't call what I saw today 'a little pain'" / " §Ú¤£©I¥s§Ú¤µ¤Ñ¨£¨ìªº '¤@ºØ¤pªºµhW'" "No, I call them pictures myself" and the Chief guffawed, blasting his foul breath into the blustering wind. Zoltar winced; the planet would be well rid of this one..... / "¤£¡A§Ú¥´¹q¸Üµ¹¥LÌ´y¼g§Ú¦Û¤v" ©M³Q¶Ì¯º,ºR´Ý¥Lªº¦Ã©¥Ë»\¤W©I§l¶i¨g§j·¤§¤ºªº»â³S¡C Zoltar ¬ÈÁY; ¦æ¬P±N·|«Ü¦n¦aÁקK³o¤@Ó..... He raised his gun, took aim... / ¥L¤É°_¤F¥Lªººj,±Ä¨ú¤F¥Ø¼Ð¡C¡C¡C The Chief was blown back against the courtyard wall, blood spraying from the ragged hole in his abdomen. Intestines spilled out. Zoltar stepped back in shock as a shrieking streak of white blurred past him, landing with a thud on the chest of the Chief. / »â³S³Q¤Ï¹ï®x°|Àð¾À¦V«á¦a§j,±q¥Lªº¸¡³¡¦çmÄ°Á¹ªº¬}¼QÅxªº¦å¡C ¸z·¸¥X¥X¡C ·í¤@ºØ¥Õ¦âªº¦y¥s±ø²z¶V¹L¥L¼Ò½kªº®ÉÔ¡A Zoltar ¦bÅåÀ~¤¤¦V«á¦a½ñ,¥H¦b»â³Sªº¯Ý¤W¤@Ó¯yÀ»Ánµn³°¡C White gloved fists descended again and again, oblivious to the spreading red stains. The Chief's arms rose, trying to protect his face, to contain himself. Again and again she pounded, her muscles bunched into ropes, their full strength driving into the Chief. She continued flailing long after he had stilled. / ¥Õ¦âªº¤â®M®±ÀY¤@¦¸¤S¤@¦¸°, ©ö§Ñªº¨ì¨º¶Ç§G¬õ¦âªº¦Ã¬V¡C »â³Sªº¤âÁu¤W¤É, ¹Á¸Õ«OÅ@¥LªºÁy, ¥]§t¥L¦Û¤v¡C ¤@¦¸¤S¤@¦¸¦o±j¯P¥´À»,¦oªº¦Ù¦×¶i¤J²Ê÷¤§¤º¦ê,¶i¤J»â³S¤§¤º¾r¾pªº¥Ļ¹¥þªº¤O¶q¡C ¦b¥L¤w¸g¦wÀR¤§«á¡A¦o¤[Ä~Äò¥Î³s{¥´¡C Princess sat, chest heaving, one knee caught in the slippery mess under the excavated ribcage. Covered in gore, she stared down at the ruined face of her tormenter. A faint hum grew, rising in pitch, becoming a full-throated keen of pain bursting from her lips. Then she was caught in a tight embrace, lifted off the steaming wreckage. / ³Q§¤µÛªº¤½¥D¡A¯Ý¥Î¤OÁ|°_ , ¤@Ó½¥¦b³Q«õªº ribcage ¤U±ªº¥ú·ÆÂø¶Ã¤¤®·®»¡C ¦b¬y¥Xªº¦å¤¤²[»\, ¦o¦b¦oªº·´·ÀÁyª`µø¤U¨ÓW´o¡C ¤@Án·L®zªº¶ä¶äÁn¦¨ªø,¦b³»ÂI¤¤¤É°_,Åܦ¨¥þ³¡- «|³ï¾W§Qªº±q¦o®BÃzµõªºµhW¡C µM«á¦o¦b¤@¦¸ºòªº¾Ö©ê¤¤³Q®·®»,¤É°ª¦b»]µo´Ý¾l¥~¡C For a long time she wailed, unable to cry. Then the tears came and with them the wracking sobs. Finally, she was silent. / ¦³«Üªøªº¤@¬q®É¶¡¦o´d¹Ä, ¤£¯àú¡C µM«á²\ºw¨Ó©M¥Ñ©ó¥LÌ·´Ãa°ãª_¡C ³Ì«á¡A¦o¨HÀq¡C Slowly she became aware of a comforting sound, a gentle, rhythmic thumping.
Zoltar's heartbeat. She listened, letting the soft sound absorb her thoughts.
The rasping sound of his breathing penetrated -it too was comforting.
His body was warm, strong; how long had it been since she had been held
like this? Had she ever been held like this at all? She couldn't remember;
probably not. The wind blew, biting into her. She pulled off her helmet
and buried her face into his neck. He laid his cheek upon her. His breath
was warm, sweet. / ºCºC¦a¦oª¾¹D¥O¤HªY¼¢ªºÁnµ¡A·Å©M, ±Û«ßªº¥¨¤j¡C Zoltar's ªº¤ß¸õ¡C ¦oÅ¥,Åý³nªºÁnµ§l¦¬¦oªº·Qªk¡C
¥Lªº³Q¬ï³zªº©I§l¥Î²Ê¾V¤M¾VÁnµ -¥¦¤]¥¿¦b¦w¼¢¡C ¥Lªº¨Åé«Ü·Å·xªº,±j; ¦h¤[¥¦¬O¦Û±q¦o¤w¸g³Q®»¦í¦PÃþ³o¤§«á? ¦o´¿¸g³Q¹³³o¤@¼Ë¨s³º®³µÛ¶Ü?
¦oµLªk°O±o; ¥i¯à¤£¡C ·§j,¶i¤J¦o¤§¤º«r¡C ¦o¶¶§Q§¹¦¨¦oªº¿û²¯¦Ó¥B®I¸®¦oªºÁy¶i¥Lªº²ä¤l¤§¤º¡C ¥L¦b¦o¤§¤W©ñ¸m¤F¥LªºÀU¡C ¥Lªº©I§l«Ü·Å·xªº,²¢¡C She became aware that he was rocking her gently. Barely audible, more felt as a vibration than heard as a sound, he was humming. The sound brought a renewed flush of tears to her eyes. Had anyone ever treated her like this? Had they? Not that she could remember. / ¦oÅܦ¨ª¾¹D¥L¬O·n°Êªº¦o³vº¥¦a¡C ¦p¤@¦¸¾_°Êªº´X¥GÅ¥±o¨£¤S§ó¦hªº¤òÀÖ¶W¹LÅ¥¨ì¦p¤@ºØÁnµ¡A¥L¥¿¦b¶ä¶ä¥s¡C Ánµ±a²\ºwªº³Q§ó·sªº¬y·¸¥h¦oªº²´·ú¡C ¥ô¦ó¤H´¿¸g¹ï«Ý¦oªº¦PÃþ³o¶Ü? ¦³¥LÌ? ¤£¬O¦o¥i¥H°O±o¡C The younger sun had long been down, leaving only the dim glow of the elder, by the time she pulled herself off of Zoltar's bloodstained shoulder. / ¤[³Q¦³ªº§ó¦~»´ªº¤Ó¶§¬O¤U¨Ó, Â÷¶}¥u¦³¦~ªøªÌªº·t²H¨ª¼ö,·í¦o Zoltar's ªº¥Rº¡¦å¸ñªºªÓ¨«¶}©Ô¤F¦o¦Û¤vªº®ÉÔ¡C She sat staring at her knees, plucking at the hem of her G-force uniform. She pulled the string of the yo-yo bomb off her hand. / ¦o§¤µÛ¨nµÛ¦oªº½¥¬Ý¡A¦b¦oªº G- ¤O¶qªº¨îªAÃä½t©Ô¡C ¦o¦b¦oªº¤â¥~©Ô·È·È²yªº½u¬µ¼u¡C "He wasn't just one, was he?" / "¥L¤£¶È¶È¤@, ¬O¥L"? She shook her head, still staring at her knees. / ¦o·nÀY, µM¦Ó¨nµÛ¦oªº½¥¬Ý¡C "Do you need to talk?" / " §A»Ýn»¡¸Ü¶Ü "? She thought about it for a while. Then she nodded. They got up, and she reversed the transmute, murmuring that she had left her cloak inside. He smiled softly, lent her his, and they went back to collect her cloak. Then they returned to her cell in the complex. / ¦o·Q¥¦¤@°}¤l¡C µM«á¦oÂIÀY¡C ¥LÌ°_§É¡A¦Ó¥B¦oÄA˨º¨Ï,Åܧγä³äÁnµ¦o¤w¸g¯d¤U¸Ì±ªº¦o¤æ½´¡C ¥L¬X©M¦a·L¯º,É¥X¦o¥Lªº, ©M¥L̦^¥h¦¬¶°¦oªº¤æ½´¡C µM«á¥L̦^¨ì¦X¦¨ª«ªº¦o²ÓM¡C * * * / *** A bath, a change of clothes, a hot snack later. She still wasn't sure if she could tell. She had told before and look where it had gotten her? / ¤@¦¸¨N¯D¡A¤@Ó¦çªAªº§ïÅÜ,µy«áªº¤@Ó¼öªº¤p¦Y¡C ¦pªG¦o¥i¥H§i¶D¡A¦o¤´µM¤£½T©w¡C ¦o¤w¸g§i¶D¦b¦Ó¥B¤§«e¬Ý¥¦¤w¸g±o¨ì¦oªº¦a¤è? Where had it gotten her? / ¥¦±o¨ì¦o¤Fþ¸Ì? Humiliated, laughed at on the stand. It had been her word against his and he had bought a good lawyer. She had been questioned about her behaviour, about her conversation, about her underwear for God's sake! / ¨Ï,»X²Û¦b»O¤l¤W¯º¡C ¥¦¤Ï¹ï¥Lªº¤w¸g¬O¦o©Ò»¡ªº¸Ü¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¤w¸g¶R¤@¦ì¦n«ß®v¡C ¦o¤w¸g³Q¸ß°ÝÃö©ó¦oªº¦æ¬°¨Æ,Ãö©ó¦oªº¥æ½Í¨Æ, Ãö©ó¦oªº¤º¦ç¿Çªº¨Æ¬°¤W«Òªº½t¬G! Her underwear?? What did that have to do with anything? / ¦oªº¤º¦ç¿Ç?? ¤°»ò¨º¥²¶·¥H¥ô¦ó¨Æ°µ¶Ü? Oh didn't you know? Women who wear french-cut panties and front-closing bras are asking for it. We're all sluts, you know. / ®@§A¨S¦³ª¾¹D¶Ü? ¬ïµÛ french- «d´îªº¿ÇÄû©Mµ²§ô«e±ªº¯Ý¸n¤k¤H¥¿¦b¦Û°QW¦Y¡C §ÚÌ¥þ³£¬O¤£ºÝ²øªº¤k¤H,§Aª¾¹D¡C That's outrageous!! They didn't let him get away with that, did they?? / ¨º¬O¼Éhªº!! ¥LÌ¥H¨º¨S¦³Åý¥L°kÂ÷,¬O¶Ü?? Of course. It was legal back then. They only changed the law a few years ago. They'd probably change it back again, though.. they'd been doing that for decades. / ·íµM¡C ·í®É¦V«á¦a¥¦¬O¦Xªkªº¡C ¥LÌ¥u¼Æ¦~¥H«e§ïÅܤFªk«ß¡C ¥ḺN·|¥i¯à¦A¤@¦¸§â¥¦§ïÅܦ^¨Ó,ÁöµM¡C¡C ¥L̤w¸g°µ¨ºªø¹F¼Æ¤Q¦~¤§¤[¡C So that one got away.. / ¥H«K¤@°kÂ÷¡C¡C Most got away. These two here were the only ones who didn't get away. / ¤j³¡¤À°kÂ÷¡C ³o¤GÓ³o¸Ì¬O¨S¦³°kÂ÷ªº°ß¤@¤@¨Ç¡C Most........? / ¤j³¡¤À........? She was silent, biting her lip. / ¦o¨HÀq,«r¦oªº®B¡C Princess..how many times have you been raped? / ¤½¥D¡C¡C¦p¦ó³\¦h¦¸§A³Q±°¹Ü¤F¶Ü? She burst into tears. Ten times, counting the repeat assaults by one person or persons as one. Repeat assaults? Yes, she had been molested since she was quite young. Who would molest a child destined for G-force? / ¦o¬ðµM¤jú¡C ¤Q¦¸, pºâ«½ÆÂǵۤ@Ó¤H©Î¤HŧÀ»·í°µ¤@¡C «½ÆŧÀ»? ¬Oªº¡A¦o¦Û±q¦o¬Û·í¦~»´¥H«á¤w¸g³Q§é¿i¡C ½Ö±N·|§é¿i¤@Ó¹w©w G ªº«Ä¤l-¤O¶q? Who else? / ½Ö§Oªº? Security Chief Anderson. / ¦w¥þ¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹¡C There were others, of course, among those who had contact with the /
¨º¸Ì¬O¨ä¥¦, ·íµM, ¦b¨º¨Ç¦³¤Fªº±µÄ²¤H¤§¤¤¨º Finally, in her early teens, she had had enough. She ran away, living
on the streets until a man offered her a job, food, clothing, shelter.
/ ³Ì«á¡A¦b¦oªº¦´Á«C¤Ö¦~¤¤¡A¦o¤w¸g¦³¥R¨¬¡C ¦o°k¨«, ¦bµó¹D¤Wªº¥Í¬¡ª½¨ì¤@Ó¨k¤H´£¨Ñ¤F¦o¤@Ó¤u§@¡A¹ª«¡A¦çªA¡A§ÈÅ@©Ò¡C When she found out, she tried to run, but he had been too fast, too strong and she was confused. He smashed a vase over her head, ravaged her with the broken end. She still carried the scars. / ·í¦oµo²{ªº®ÉÔ,¦o¸ÕµÛ¶]¡A¦ý¬O¥L¤w¸g¤Ó§Ö³tªº, ¤Ó±jªº¡A¦Ó¥B¦o·P¨ì§xÂZ¡C ¥L¯»¸H¤F¦b¦oªºÀY¤W¤@Óªá²~,¥ÎÃa±¼ªºµ²§ô·´Ãa¦o¡C ¦o¤´µMÄâ±a¤F¬Í²ª¡C The security force had found her, brought her home. Anderson didn't heed the words of the doctors who had sewn her up, but screamed at her, railing at her about the shirking of responsibility, her ingratitude after the work and money being spent on training her to be the best. / ¦w¥þ³¡¶¤¤w¸gµo²{¦o,±a¦oªº®a¡C ¦w¼w»¹¨S¦³ª`·N¨ì¤w¸g¦V¤WÁ_¬÷¦o, ¦ý¬O¦b¦o¦y¥sªºÂå¥Í¡AÃö©ó³d¥ôªº°kÁפHªº¦b¦o§ß¤â¡A¦b¤u§@©M³Q¤@±Ð¨|¦o¬O³Ì¦nªá¶Oªº¿ú«á¦o§Ñ®¦ªº¦r¡C Older now, a boy began calling on her, showing interest in her. She talked
to him for a long time before he asked her for a date. / ¸ê²`ªÌ²{¦b¡A¤@Ó¨k«Ä¶}©l«ô³X¦o,¦¨ÁZ¦b¦o¸Ì±·P¿³½ì¡C
¦b¥L°Ý¤F¦o¤@Ó¤é´Á¤§«e , ¦o©M¥L»¡¸Ü¦³«Üªøªº¤@¬q®É¶¡¡C It was the wrong decision. She pressed charges, went to trial, was humiliated on the stand, the case thrown out of court. Anderson went ballistic -- she wanted sex? She'd get sex... There.. are you satisfied now? Are you happy now?? / ¥¦¬O¿ù»~ªº¨M©w¡C ¦oÀ£¶i¤F¶O¥Î,¥h¸ÕÅç,¦b»O¤l¤W³Q»X²Û,³Q¥áÂ÷ªk°|ªº±¡§Î¡C ¦w¼w»¹¿E«ã -- ¦o·Qn©Ê§O? ¦o±N·|±o¨ì©Ê§O¡C¡C¡C ¦b¨º¸Ì¡C¡C §A²{¦b¬Oº¡·Nªº¶Ü? §A²{¦b«Ü§Ö¼Ö¶Ü?? To make matters worse, the boy was waiting for her. As she walked home from the grocery store, he jumped her. He payed for his crime. / §óÁVªº¬O¡A¨k«Ä¥¿¦bµ¥Ô¦o¡C ·í¦o±q¹«~Âø³f°Ó©±¨«¦^®a,¥L¸õÅD¤F¦o¡C ¥L¤ä¥I¥Lªº¥Ç¸o¶O¥Î¡C Security managed to get the charge reduced to manslaughter, and commuted
her sentance to community service. Since G-Force was to be / ¦w¥þ³]ªk±o¨ì³QÂର±þ¤Hªº¶O¥Î,
¦Ó¥B±N¦oªº sentance ´î»´¬°ªÀ°ÏªA°È¡C ¦Û±q G ¥H«á- ¤O¶q¬O Older still, she received a grant from her scholastics, used it to fund the opening of her restaurant. She was supervising the final touches on the building, planning for opening day. It was late. The foreman offered to drive her home.. This time Anderson himself found her. / ¸ê²`ªÌ¼@·Ó,¦o³Q±µ¨ü¨Ó¦Û¦oªº·Ðº¾õ¾Ç®aªº±Â»P,¨Ï¥Î¤F¥¦ÃÙ§U¦oªºÀ\ÆU¶}©l¡C ¦o¥¿¦bºÊ·þ¦b«Ø¿vª«¤Wªº³Ì«áIJı,¹ï©ó²Ä¤@¦¸ªº¤é¤lp¹º¡C ¯u¬O¿ð¡C »â¯Zªí¥Ü¾r¾p¦oªº®a¡C¡C ³o¦¸¦w¼w»¹¥L¦Û¤vµo²{¦o¡C Other boyfriends, other disobediences, other violations; by violence or coersion, seduction or force. There had been other abuses. The only time she had ever seen Tiny go ballistic was when one of them had the temerity to slap her in his presence. / ¨ä¥Lªº¨kªB¤Í¡A¨ä¥Lªº¤£ªA±q,¨ä¥Lªº¹H¤Ï; ÂǵۼɤO©Î coersion ¡A¼£±v©Î¤O¶q¡C ¤w¸g¦³¨ä¥Lªºh«Ý¡C ¦o´¿¸g¤w¸g¨£¨ì°_¨Ó·¥¤pªº°ß¤@¤@¦¸¿E«ã¬O¥L̪º¨ä¤¤¤§¤@¦³¤F¾|²õ¦b¥Lªº±«e©çÀ»¦oªº®ÉÔ¡C Coming home from the restaurant one night -- it was classic: The assailant
lurking behind the car, the victim snatched in the night. / ±qÀ\ÆU¤@Ó©]±ß°_¦^®a
-- ¯u¬O²Ä¤@¬y: ¦b¨T¨®«á±¼çÂ꺧ðÀ»ªÌ , ¨ü®`¤H©]±ß¹Ü¨ú¡C They did the D&C just before she was due to be released from the hospital. / ´N¦b¦o¹w©w¤§«e¡A¥LÌ°µ¤F D& C ±qÂå°|³QÄÀ©ñ¡C Anderson continued to deny her dating priviledges, though Mark and /
¦w¼w»¹Ä~Äò§_»{¦o¬ù·| priviledges, ÁöµM°¨§J©M Then, of course, there were the reconn missions. Anderson had no sympathy for those, nor had Mark nor Jason. She was G-force; you had to expect that sort of thing. It's war, you don't treat the enemy like he was your friend. So she had been shot, beaten, finally savaged -- only Tiny had anything like sympathy, and even he took the "you have to expect that" attitude of the others. / µM«á¡A·íµM¡A¨º¸Ì¬O¨º¦A«ü´§¾Þ²ë¥ô°È¡C ¦w¼w»¹¬°¨º¨Ç¨S¦³¦P±¡,°¨§J©M³Ç¥Í¤]¨S¦³¡C ¦o¬O G-¤O¶q; §A¥²¶·´Á«Ý¨ººØ¨Æª«¡C ¥¦¬O¾Ôª§, §A¤£¹ï«Ý¹³¥L¤@¼Ëªº¼Ä¤H¬O§AªºªB¤Í¡C ¦]¦¹¦o¤w¸g³Q®gÀ»,¥´, ³Ì«á²r¯P§ðÀ» -- °ß¤@ªº·¥¤p¹³¦P±¡¦³¤F¥ô¦ó¨Æ, ©M¬Æ¦Ü¥L®³¨º " §A¥²¶·´Á«Ý¨º " ¨ä¾lªÌªººA«×¡C Curiously enough, Spectrans didn't expect it of her, and were downright aghast. They treated their enemy as though she were a guest: As Zoltar said, they were political enemies, not personal. It seemed Earth could learn a few things from Spectra... / ¦n©_¦a¨¬°÷¡A Spectrans ¦o¨S¦³´Á«Ý¥¦, ¦Ó¥B¬O©ú¥Õªº¤j¬°¾_Å媺¡C ¦n¹³¦o¬O«È¤H¡A¥L̹ï«Ý¤F¥L̪º¼Ä¤H: ·í Zoltar »¡,¥L̬O¬Fªvªº¼Ä¤H,¤£¬OÓ¤H¡C ¥¦¦ü¥G¦a²y¥i¥H¾Ç²ß¨Ó¦ÛÀWÃЪº¤@¨Ç¨Æª«¡C¡C¡C Did no one ever know? Was nothing ever done? / ¨S¦³¤H´¿¸gª¾¹D¶Ü? ¨S¨Æ´¿¸g§¹¦¨¤F¶Ü? No one, except maybe Mark, was good enough for Anderson. Jason tried so hard to win Anderson's approval, yet was doomed to failure. He hated Mark for being Anderson's favorite. / ¨S¦³¤H¡A°£¤F¤]³\°¨§J¥H¥~¡A¬°¦w¼w»¹°÷¦nªº¡C ³Ç¥Í¹Á¸Õ¦p¦¹ªº§V¤Oűo¦w¼w»¹ªºÃÙ¦¨, µM¦Ó¹ï¥¢±Ñ³Q©R¤¤ª`©w¡C ¥L¬°§@¬°¦w¼w»¹ªº³ßÅw¨Æª«¼¨«ë°¨§J¡C Was he better? / ¥L¬O¤ñ¸û¦nªº¶Ü? No, that's what bothers Jason the most. He's the best marksman, the best fighter on the team and he knows it. Sometimes he's even better at tactics. But he's never good enough for Anderson. He rarely gets a word of praise out of him. / ¤£¡A¨º¬O·ÐÂZ³Ç¥Í¤j³¡¤ÀªºªF¦è¡C ¥L¬O³Ì¦nªº®g¤â,¦b¤p²Õ¤Wªº³Ì¦n°«¤h©M¥Lª¾¹D¥¦¡C ¦³®É¥L¦b¾Ô³N¡C ¦ý¬O¥L±q¤£¬°¦w¼w»¹°÷¦nªº¡C ¥L«Ü¤Ö¦a¥L»¡¥X¤@ÓÆg¬üªº¦r¡C Tiny? Well, he's fat, so he's lazy and incompetant. Yes, he's the pilot,
the best there is. Better than Mark, especially at piloting such a vessel
as the Phoenix. He's the only one who can do the link-up properly, without
anyone getting hurt. It's tough to match speeds with a motorcycle long
enough to pick it up, without inertia sending the cyclist through the
windscreen. Tiny can do that. But that seems to be almost incidental,
to Anderson. He hasn't got much regard for him... perhaps you've noticed
he's hardly ever with us? / ·¥¤pªº? ¦n§a¡A¥L«ÜD¡A¦]¦¹¡A¥L«ÜÃi´k©M incompetant¡C ¬Oªº¡A¥L¬O¸¦æû,³Ì¦nªº¨º¸Ì¬O¡C
¤ñ°¨§J¦nªº, ¤×¨ä¦b»â¯è¦p»ñ°Ä«°ªº¤@¿´²î¡C ¥L¬O°ß¤@ªº¯à°µ³sµ²-¦V¤W¾A·í¦a,¨S¦³¥ô¦ó¤H±o¨ì¶Ë®`¡C ¨S¦³¸g¹L¨¾·ª«°eÃM¸}½ñ¨®ªººD©Ê,¨Ï³t«×»P°÷ªø¬B°_¥¦ªº¤@½ø¼¯¦«¨®¬Û°t¬O±jµwªº¡C
·¥¤pªº¯à°µ¨º¡C ¦ý¬O¦ü¥G´X¥Gªþ±a,¨ì¦w¼w»¹¡C ¥L¨S¦³¬°¥L±o¨ì«Ü¦hªºÃö¤ß¡C¡C¡C ¤]³\§A¤w¸gª`·N¥L´¿¸gèè©M§Ú̦b¤@°_? Yes, its possible that the boys had been molested too. Never really thought of that before.... / ¬Oªº, ¥¦ªº¥i¯à¨ºÓ¨k«Ä¤]¤w¸g³Q§é¿i¡C ±q¤£¯uªº¥H«e·Q¨ì¨º.... * * * / *** They sat silent a long time. / ¥Ļ¤µÛ¨HÀqªºªø®É¶¡¡C "How do you feel?" he asked, finally. / " §A·Pı¦p¦ó "? ¥L°Ý,³Ì«á¡C She thought about that. She shrugged, "The others I can't do anything about. The other rapes, I mean. The two here.." she sighed, "I feel better, strangely enough. They won't be out in four years, won't be getting early parole.. they won't be hurting me or any one else ever again." / ¦o·Q¨º¡C ¦oÁqªÓ," ¨ä¾lªÌ§Ú¤£¯à±Ä¨ú¦æ°Ê¡C ¨ä¥L·m¹Ü,§Ú·N¿×¡C ¨º¤G¦b³o¸Ì¡C¡C" ¦o¼Û®§ ",§Úı±oµÎªA¦h¤F,©_§®¥R¨¬¡C ¥L̦b¥|¦~¤¤±N¤£¥~¥X,±N¤£Åܱo¦ªº»}¨¥¡C¡C §_«h¦A¤@¦¸´¿¸g¡A¥ḺN¤£¶Ë®`§Ú©Î¥ô¦óªº¡C" "I guess our justice system is barbaric to you" / " §Ú²q´ú§Ú̪º¥¿¸q¨t²Î¹ï§A¬O³¥ÆZªº" "We have systems like it on Earth, still functioning, sometimes
better than our own country's. I guess its barbaric but these are barbaric
times, for you. Frankly," she sighed again, knowing her feelings,"I
feel more satisfied, like justice was done, over this trial, than I did
at the other one, the one on Earth. There was no justice in that, and
I felt like I was the one who was on trial. Here, I was the wronged victim,
against whom a crime had been commited. Hell, I not only had the court's
support I had the whole damned world's support." / "§Ú̦³¹³¥¦¦b¦a²y¤Wªº¨t²Î,¤´µM¹B§@,
¦³®É¤ñ¸û¶W¹L§Ú̦ۤvªº°ê®a¡C §Ú²q´ú¥¦ªº³¥ÆZ¦ý¬O³o¨Ç¬O³¥ÆZªº®É¥N,¬°§A¡C ©Z¥Õ¦a,"¦o¦A¤@¦¸¼Û®§,ª¾¹D¦oªº·Pı", §Úı±o§óº¡·N,¹³¥¿¸q³Q¦ù±i,
¦b³o¸ÕÅ礧¤W¡A¤ñ¸û§Ú¦b¥t¤@Ó°µ,¦b¦a²y¤Wªº¨º¤@Ó¡C ¨S¦³¨º¸Ìªº¥¿¸q¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú·Pı¹³§Ú¬O¦b¸ÕÅç¤Wªº¨º¤@Ó¡C ¦b³o¸Ì,§Ú¬O³Q¿ù»~ªº¨ü®`¤H, ¤Ï¹ï½Ö¥Ç¸o¤w¸g¬O
commited ¡C ¦aº»,§Ú¤£¥u¦³¤F§Ú¦³¤F¥þ³¡¸Ó¦ºªº¥@¬É¤ä«ùªºªk°|¤ä«ù¡C" "That's why I made it that way," he said softly,"They
hardly ever change, and we haven't got the time or the resources, or frankly,
the approval, to try to correct their behaviour. I don't want it happening,
I don't want repeat offenders, and I don't want the victims to feel powerless,
at the mercy of the courts. So I put the power in the victims' hands,
be they young or old, male or female, military or civilian. You do things
like that, I don't want you on my planet. / "¨º¬O , §Ú¬°¤°»ò¨º¼Ë»s³y¤F¥¦ ,"
¥L¬X©M¦a»¡,"¥LÌ´¿¸gèè§ïÅÜ¡A¦Ó¥B§Ų́S¦³±o¨ì®É¶¡©ÎªÌ¸ê·½, ©Î©Z¥Õ¦a,ÃÙ¦¨, ¸ÕµÛ§ï¥¿¥L̪º¦æ¬°¡C §Ú¤£·Qn¥¦µo¥Í,¥ô¥Ñªk°|Â\§G§Ú¤£·Qn²Ö¥Ç¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¤£·Qn¨ü®`¤Hı±oµL¤O¡C
¦]¦¹§Ú§â¤O¶q©ñ¤J¨ü®`¤Hªº¤â,¬O¥L̦~»´ªº©ÎÂÂ, ¨k©Êªº©Î¤k©Ê¡Ax¶¤©Î¥¥Á¡C §A°µ¨Æª«¦PÃþ,§Ú¦b§Úªº¦æ¬P¤W¤£·Qn§A¡C "Why's that?" / " ¬°¤°»ò¨º"? "It's gory and involves the unforgiving slaughter of disobedient malcontents," he said with a cheerful grin. She had to laugh. / " ¥¦¬O¦å²O²Oªº¨Ã¥B¥]¬A¤£ªA±q¤£º¡²{ª¬ªº¤H¤£¼e®¤´Ý±þ ",¥L¥H§Ö¬¡ªºÅS¾¦¯º»¡¡C ¦o¥²¶·¯º¡C "Are you going to be okay for the night?" he asked finally. / " §A¥¿¦b¥h¬O¦n¹L©]"? ¥L³Ì«á°Ý¡C She nodded. He turned to leave. / ¦oÂIÀY¡C ¥L·Ç³ÆÂ÷¶}¡C "Zoltar?" / " Zoltar"? "Hm?" / " Hm"? She twisted her shirt in her hands, "You won't take this the wrong way, will you?" Worry creased her forehead, and her insecurity was palpable. He cocked his head at her. / ¦oÀ¾¤F¦oªº¤â¦oŨm," §A±N¤£±a³oÓ¿ù»~ªº¤èªk,§A¤£±N¶Ü "? ·Ð´oºP²ª¤F¦oªº«eÃB¡A¦Ó¥B¦oªº¤£¦w¥þ¬O¥iIJª¾ªº¡C ¥LÁq¥ß¤F¦b¦oªº¥LÀY¡C "Can I.... can I have a kiss?" She blushed and looked down, wondering what he would do. / "±N§Ú¸Ë©óÅøÀY.... §Ú¯à¦³¤@Ó§k¶Ü?"¦oÁy¬õ¦Ó¥B¬Ý¤U¨Ó, ı±o©_©Ç¥L±N·|°µ¤°»ò¡C "Of course you can have a kiss." / " ·íµM§A¯à¦³¤@Ó§k " ¡C His arms were around her, his lips soft upon hers. Lightly. Gently. /
¥Lªº¤âÁu¬O¦b¦o©P³ò, ¥Lªº®B¦b¦oªº¤§¤W¬X³n¡C »´»´ªº¡C ³vº¥¦a¡C She stayed for a while, in his arms, listening to his heart beat. / ¦b¥Lªº¤âÁu¤¤¦o°±¯d¤@°}¤l,¹ï¥Lªº¤ß¥´Å¥¡C It was over. / ¥¦µ²§ô¡C
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