Off-Spring a Battle of the Planets fanfiction by Ennien Ashbrook / ¨«¶}-¸õ Ennien Ashbrook ªº¦æ¬P fanfiction ªº¤@³õ¾Ôª§


Pandemonium reigned. Around him, sirens blared, feet ran and men shouted as yet another Spectra mission went utterly awry. {Serves them right,} thought Jason as he pelted down the hallway along with a small platoon of Spectran soldiers. He was dressed as one of them and was making an escape. He broke away from the group at the nearest opportunity, slipping into a side corridor and checking his bearings. / ¤j²V¶Ã·í¬F¡C ¦b¥L©P³ò, ¤k®ü§¯°ªÁn»ï¥s, ¸}¶]¡A¦Ó¥B¨k¤H¥Ø«e¬°¤î©I³Û¥t¤@­ÓÀWÃÐ¥ô°È§¹¥þ¦a¬n±×¥h¡C {¨Ï¥L­Ì¸o¦³À³±o,}·í¥L³s¦P¤@­Ó Spectran ­x¤Hªº¤p±Æ¤@°_«æ­°¨«´Y¡A·Q³Ç¥Í¡C ¥L³Q¬ïµÛ¦p¥L­Ìªº¨ä¤¤¤§¤@¨Ã¥B¥¿¦b»s³y°k¤`¡C ¥L¦b³Ìªñªº¾÷·|±q¹ÎÅé²æÂ÷ ,¶i¤J¤@­Ó®Çªº¨«´Y¤§¤º·Æ­Ë©MÀˬd¥LªºÁ|¤î¡C
He had started an electrical fire that had shorted out the lights and, more importantly, the communications to this part of the Spectran ship: / ¥L¤w¸g¶}©l¤w¸gµu¥X¥úªº¹q¤õ©M,§ó­«­n¡A¨ì Spectran ªº³o¤@­Ó³¡¥÷ªº·¾³q¸Ë²î¹B°e:
Having heard whom his guards were answering to, he had formulated his hasty plan. Now, he would put it into action. / ¦³Å¥¨ì½Ö¥Lªº¦u½Ã¬O¦^µª ,¥L¤w¸g¨î©w¥Lªº¥^¥^­p¹º¡C ²{¦b¡A¥L±N·|¹ê¬I¥¦¡C
He burst into the room, "Lady Mala, come quickly! It's the prisoner!" / ¥L¶i¤J©Ð¶¡¤§¤ºÃzµõ,"²Q¤k Mala,¨Ó±o«Ü§Ö! ¬O¥}¥Ç!"
She looked up from the monitor she was vainly trying to fix, / ¦o¬Ý¦b±qºÊµø¾¹¦o¥¿¦bªPµMªº¹Á¸Õ¨ì©T©w¤W­±,
"What? He's in this sector? Where?? We must find him immediately!" / "¤°»ò? ¥L¬O¦b³o¤@­Ó³¡ªù¤¤? ¦b­þ¸Ì?? §Ú­Ì¤@©w­n¥ß¨èµo²{¥L!"
She leapt up from the console and darted towards him. He let her pass, let her run out into the dim corridor. Then he raised his hand and let the feather dart fly into her neck. She sagged to the floor with barely a whisper. / ¦o¸õÅD¦b±q±±¨îÂi¤W­±¦Ó¥B¦V¥L§ë®g¡C ¥LÅý¦oªº³~®|,¶i¤J·t²Hªº¨«´Y¤§¤º©ñ¥X¦oªº©b¶]¡C µM«á¥L¶i¤J¦oªº²ä¤l¤§¤ºÁ|°_¤F¥Lªº¤â¦Ó¥BÅý¦Ð¤ò­¸Åß»aÃÇ¡C ¦o¤U««¨ì©M´X¥G¦Õ»yªº¦aªO¡C
Quickly now, he tore off the green suit then scooped the woman up, tossing her over his shoulder. He retraced his route, using his cerebonic-enhanced speed to whisk past the more heavily-trafficked areas, his enhanced memory showing him the route he needed to take to the ship's emergency escape pods. He opened the hatch, stuffed the unconscious Spectran inside, then followed after. / ²{¦b«Ü§Ö¦a¡A¥L¦V¤WµM«á¨³³t¼g¦nºñ¦âªº¶D³^¨V¨ú¤k¤H,¦b¥LªºªÓ¤§¤W§ëÂY¦o¡C ¥L­«´y¤F¥Lªº¸ô®|, ¨Ï¥Î¥Lªº cerebonic ´£°ªªº³t«×·U§ó«Ü­«±½¹L¥h-«Dªk¶R½æ°Ï°ì,¥LªºÅã¥Ü¥L¸ô®|¥Lªº¥i´£°ªªº°O¾Ð»Ý­n³ß·R²îªººò«æ°k¤`²ó ¡C ¥L¥´¶}¤F¿µ¤f,¸Ë¶ñ¤FµL·NÃѪº Spectran ¤º³¡,µM«á¦b¸òÀH¤§«á¡C
Thirty seconds later, he was in planetfall back to Earth. / ¤T¤Q¬í¤§«á¡A¥L¦b planetfall «á­±ªº¹ï¦a²y¡C

{When I find out who is responsible for this, I will hang them up by their ears and *then* castrate them!} Zoltar thought furiously. / { ·í§Úµo²{­t³d³oªº®É­Ô, §Ú±N¦V¤WÂǵۥL­Ìªº¦Õ¦·Äa±¾¥L­Ì©M *µM«á*ìI³Î¥L­Ì!}Zoltar ¨g¼É¦a·Q¡C
It was normal for Spectran missions to SNAFU, but usually it was he who did the SNAFU'ing. This time, some idiot captain, doubtless seeking glory, had taken it into his head to try to capture the Hawk, G-Force's trigger-happy weaponeer. He snapped orders, barked commands, knowing it was futile: Spectran soldiers just generally lacked brains. / Spectran ¥ô°È¨Ï²V¶Ã¬O±`ºA¡A¦ý¬O³q±`¥¦¬O°µ¤F SNAFU'ing ªº¥L¡C ³o¦¸¡A¤@¨Ç¥Õè²îªø¡AµLºÃªº´M¨D¥úºa,¤w¸g®³¥¦¶i¥LªºÀY¤§¤º¸ÕµÛ®·ÀòÆN,G- ¤O¶qªºªO¾÷- §Ö¼ÖªºªZ¾¹³]­pªÌ¡C ¥L«rÂ_©R¥O,§p«ü¥O, ª¾¹D¥¦¬OµL¥Îªº: Spectran ­x¤H³q±`¶È¶È¯Ê¥F¤F¸£¡C
"Sire!" a shout interrupted Zoltar's thoughts and he turned to the green-suited technician who'd spoken. The man was pointing at one of the monitors, crackling with interfereance. / " ¨Ï¥Í "! ¤@Án©I³Û¥´Â_¤F Zoltar's ªº·Qªk¡A¦Ó¥B¥LÂà¦Vºñ¦â¾A¦Xªº§Þ³N¤H­û who'd ¤f»y¡C ¨k¤H¬OºË·ÇºÊµø¾¹¤§¤@,©M interfereance ªº¯Ü¥Ö¡C
"What do you want?" Zoltar demanded with audible irritation. / " §A·Q­n¤°»ò "? Zoltar ¥HÅ¥±o¨£ªº¨ë¿E­n¨D¡C
"Sire," the image of the screen broke up, punctuating the words with static, "..ster, L..dy...ala? She was la....ffice, but now...." / "¨Ï¥Í,"¿Ã¹õªº¼v¹³¥Ë¸Ñ ,¥ÎÀR¹q¥[¼ÐÂI²Å¸¹¦r ",.¡Cster ¡A L¡C¡Cdy¡C¡C¡Cala? ¦o¬O la....ffice, ¦ý¬O²{¦b...."
Zoltar shook his head, trying to make out what the man was saying, "What? Your transmission is breaking up. What about Mala?" "..ports that....isoner...rted the fire. One of th... ound him, without...niform." Zoltar felt the blood draining from his face. / Zoltar ·nÀY, ¹Á¸Õ¤F¸Ñ¨k¤H¥¿¦b»¡,"¤°»ò? §Aªº¶Ç¿é¥Ë¸Ñ¡C Mala «ç»ò¼Ë?" ".¡C´ä¤f¨º....isoner¡C¡C¡Crted ¤õ¡C th ¤§¤@¡C¡C¡C ound ¥L,¨S¦³¡C¡C¡Cniform¡C"Zoltar ·Pı¤F±q¥LªºÁy±Æ¥X·¾¥~ªº¦å¡C
"..think he...and with Lady Mala...and.... ind her anywhere." / ".¡C·Q¥L¡C¡C¡C¦Ó¥B¥Ñ©ó²Q¤k Mala¡C¡C¡C¦Ó¥B.... ind ¦oªº¥ô¦ó¦a¤è¡C"
"Sire!" another technician shouted, "One of our escape pods has just jettisoned." / " ¨Ï¥Í "! ¥t¤@­Ó§Þ³N¤H­û©I³Û," §Ú­Ìªº°k¤`²ó ¤§¤@­è­è¤~§ë±ó " ¡C
"WHAT??" Zoltar spun around, his blood congealing, "No.. The / "¤°»ò??"Zoltar ¦bªþªñ§Ö³t±ÛÂà,¥Lªº¦å¨Ï­áµ² ",¸¹½X¡C ¨º
G-Forcer! Locate my sister at once!" A chorus of "Yes, Sire!"s answered him amid the scrambling sounds of soldiers frantically trying to carry out his orders. Zoltar turned back to the malfunctioning monitors, a knot of worry tightening in his stomach. / G-Forcer! ¥ß¨è³]¸m§Úªº©n©f!" ¤@­Ó¦X°Û "¬Oªº,°¡¤U!"s ¦b­x¤HªºÃk½tÁn­µ¨g¼É¦a¹Á¸Õ¹ê¦æ¥Lªº¦¸§Ç¤§®É¦^µª¤F¥L Zoltar §é¦^¨ìµo¥Í¬G»ÙºÊµø¾¹,¤@­Ó¦b¥Lªº­G¤¤°Çºòªº·Ð´oµ²¡C
He opened his eyes to see a section chief standing before him, looking official, "What should we do, sire? What are your orders?" / ¥L¥´¶}¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¨£¤@¦ì¦b¥L¤§«e¯¸¥ßªº³¡¤À»â³S,¬Ý°_¨Ó©x¤è,"§Ú­ÌÀ³¸Ó°µ¤°»ò,¨Ï¥Í? §Aªº¦¸§Ç¬O¤°»ò?"
Zoltar stared incredulously at the man before bellowing "FIND / Zoltar ÃhºÃ¦a¦b«ã§q¤§«e¨nµÛ¨k¤H¬Ý "µo²{
HER, YOU IDIOT!" / ¦o, §A¥Õè!"
The man stepped back a pace, "B'errrrrrrrruhhhhhh... Where should we start looking? She could be anywhere!" / ¨k¤H¦V«á¦a½ñ¤@­Ó³t«×,"B'errrrrrrrruhhhhhh¡C¡C¡C §Ú­ÌÀ³¸Ó¦b­þ¸Ì¶}©l¬Ý? ¦o¥i¯à¬O¥ô¦ó¦a¤è!"
Zoltar counted to ten in as many languages as he could before replying, in a voice that sounded much calmer than he was. "The pods leave an ion trail in their exhaust. Scan for the ion train and FOLLOW / Zoltar ­pºâ¨ì¤Q¦b©M¥L¤@¼Ë¦hªº»y¨¥¦bµªÂФ§«e, ¦b¤@ºØÅ¥°_¨Ó¤ñ¥L¥­ÀR³\¦hªºÁn­µ¤¤¬O¡C "²ó Â÷¶}¥L­Ìªº±Æ®ð¤@­ÓÂ÷¤lÂܸñ¡C ¬°Â÷¤l¤õ¨®©M°l±qªº±½´y
IT!" The shout echoed off the walls, causing gumbies all around him to wince. / ¥¦!"©I³ÛÂ÷¶}Àð¾ÀÀHÁnªþ©M,¦b¥Lªº©P³ò¥|³B¹ï¬ÈÁY¤Þ°_ gumbies ¡C
{If I had competant help these things would never happen...} he thought wearily. / {¦pªG§Ú¨Ï competant À°§U³o¨Ç¨Æª«±N·|µLªkµo¥Í¡C¡C¡C}¥L¯h­Â¦a·Q¡C

The pod had limited navigational capabilities and Jason had succeeded in getting to a remote island, then dumped it back into the sea. In a short time he'd constructed a lean-to and now, he was kneeling before his prisoner, helping her come around. / ²ó ¤w¸g­­¨î¯è¦æªº¯à¤O¡A¦Ó¥B³Ç¥Í¤w¸g¦¨¥\¦a¨ì¹F¤@­Ó»»»·ªº®q, µM«á¶i¤J®ü¬v¤§¤º§â¥¦¶É¨ø¦^¨Ó¡C ¦bµu®É¶¡¤º¥L¦³ºc³y¤F³æ¶É±×­±ªº¤p«Î©M²{¦b,¥L¥¿¦b¥Lªº¥}¥Ç¤§«e¸÷¡A¨Ï¦o¨Ó¦bªþªñ¡C
"Mala, can you hear me?" he whispered, tapping her cheeks lightly. She groaned, whimpering something in a language he didn't understand. "Can you hear me?" he asked again. / "Mala,§A¯àÅ¥¨ì§Ú¶Ü"? ¥L¦Õ»y,»´»´ªº»´¥´¦oªºÀU¡C ¦o©D§u,¥H¥L¨S¦³¤F¸Ñªº¤@ºØ»y¨¥¶ã«|¬Y¨Æ¡C " §A¯àÅ¥¨ì§Ú¶Ü "? ¥L¦A¤@¦¸°Ý¡C
"Surrainn.." she slurred weakly, wincing and turning her face away. Jason wondered if that was Spectran for "you need a breathmint, boy". / "Surrainn¡C¡C"¦o·L®z¦a¯ó²v¦a¬Ý¹L,¬ÈÁY©M©Úµ´¦oªºÁy¡C ³Ç¥ÍÃhºÃ¡A¦pªG¦]¬° " §A»Ý­n breathmint ¡A¨k«Ä " ¡A¨º¬O Spectran ¡C
"It's alright, you'll be okay," he assured her, helping her hold her head up, "The drug wears off quickly." / " ¦nªº¥¦¬O, §A±N¬O¦n",¥L«Oµý¤F¦o,¦V¤WÀ°§U¦oªº§â´¤¦oªºÀY," ÃĨ«¶}«Ü§Ö¦a¬ïµÛ " ¡C
"Wh'rr'm i..?" / "Wh'rr'm i¡C¡C?"
"Back on Earth, as my 'guest'." / "«ü±æ¦a²y,¦p§Úªº '«È¤H'".
She forced her eyes to focus on him, then mustered a glare, / ¦o±j­¢¤F¦oªº²´·ú§â­«¤ß¶°¤¤¦b¥L,µM«á¥l¶°¤F°{Ä£¥ú,
"We're a little kinder about taking prisoners; we don't scramble their brains first," she snapped. / "§Ú­ÌÃö©ó±a¥}¥Çµy·L«Ü¤ñ¸û¿Ë¤Á; §Ú­Ì¤£­º¥ýÃk½t¥L­Ìªº¸£,"¦o«rÂ_¡C
Jason grinned, "You're not my prisoner. I just want to talk." / ³Ç¥ÍÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º,"§A¤£¬O§Úªº¥}¥Ç¡C §Ú¶È¶È·Q­n»¡¸Ü¡C"
He watched her eyes narrow, a look of determination crossing her exotic features, "Just what do you intend to do with me? We've done our research; we know of your concentration camps, your 'purifications', and the way you treat prisoners.." / ¥L¬Ý¤F¦oªº²´·ú®ü®l¡A¾î¶V¦oªº²§°ê¯S¼xªº¨M¤ß¯«±¡,"¨s³º§A·Q­n©M§Ú°µ¤°»ò? §Ú­Ì¤w¸g°µ§Ú­Ìªº¬ã¨s; §Ú­Ìª¾¹D§Aªº¶°¤¤Àç¡A§Aªº '¬~²b', ©M§A¹ï«Ý¥}¥Çªº¤è¦¡¡C¡C"
"If I wanted you as a prisoner, we wouldn't be *here*," he gestured at the island as a whole, indicating their distance from any population. He looked back and saw her mustering for a fight. / " ¦pªG§Ú·Q­n§A¦p¤@­Ó¥}¥Ç¡A§Ú­Ì¤£±N·|¬O *³o¸Ì*", ¥L¦b®q§@¤â¶Õ¾ãÅé¦Ó¨¥,«ü¥X¨Ó¦Û¥ô¦óªº¤H¤f¥L­Ìªº¶ZÂ÷¡C ¥L¦V«á¦a¬Ý¦Ó¥B¨£¨ì¤F¦o¬°¾Ô°«¥l¶°¡C
"My brother will not look kindly on this." / " §Úªº¥S§Ì¦b³o¤§¤W±N¤£¬Ý°_¨Ó¿Ë¤Á " ¡C
"Good. It's him I want to talk to." / "¦nªº¡C ¬O¥L§Ú·Q­n»¡¸Ü¨ì¡C"

"Sire, we've found the escape pod," a technician called, "It's been destroyed. It's resting under a shelf beneath the ocean." / "¨Ï¥Í,§Ú­Ì¤w¸gµo²{°k¤`²ó ,"¤@­Ó§Þ³N¤H­û¥s°µ ",¥¦³Q¯}Ãa¡C ¥¦¥¿¦b¤j®ü¤§¤U¦b¤@­Ó¬[¤§¤U¥ð®§¡C"
Within instants Zoltar was hovering over the man's shoulder, / ¦b¥ß§Y Zoltar ¸Ì­±¥¿¦b¨k¤HªºªÓ¤§¤W½L±Û,
"What?? Have you scanned it for signs of life?" He turned and barked orders to the general company, "Search the wreckage, bring me any signs of DNA you find! Search the area; they might have escaped! Do not rest until you have found my sister!" / "¤°»ò?? §A¬°¥Í¬¡ªº²Å¸¹±½´y¥¦¤F¶Ü?" ¥LÂà¦V¦Ó¥B§p¹ï¤@¯ëªº¤½¥q©R¥O ",·j´M´Ý¾l, ±aµ¹§Ú¥ô¦ó DNA ñ¸p§Aµo²{! ·j´M°Ï°ì; ¥L­Ì¥i¯à°k²æ! ¤£­n¥ð®§¡Aª½¨ì§A¤w¸gµo²{§Úªº©n©f!"
"No signs of life," the technician reported, "No signs of DNA." / ¨S¦³¥Í¬¡ªº¸ñ¶H,§Þ³N¤H­û³ø§i,¨S¦³ DNA ªº¸ñ¶H.
"If there is no DNA, he must have escaped, and taken my sister with him. Search! He cannot have covered *every* track!" / "¦pªG¨S¦³ DNA,¥L¤@©w´¿¸g©M¥L°k²æ, ¦Ó¥B±a§Úªº©n©f¹L¡C ·j´M! ¥L¤£¯à°÷¤w¸g²[»\ *¨C¤@*­y¹D!"
Another soldier spoke up, "Sire, he could have gone anywhere. / ¥t¤@­Ó­x¤H¤jÁn²M·¡¦a»¡ ,"°¡¤U, ¥L¥i¯à¥h¥ô¦ó¦a¤è¡C
The area is full of small islands." / °Ï°ì¥Rº¡¤p®q¡C"
"Then you know what to do." / " µM«á§Aª¾¹D¸Ó°µ¤°»ò " ¡C
"Yes sire," the man nodded and turned to his console, "We'll nuke them one by one.." / "¬Oªº¨Ï¥Í,"¨k¤HÂIÀY¦Ó¥BÂà¦V¥Lªº±±¨îÂi ",§Ú­Ì±N¤@ÂI¤§«e¥H®ÖªZ¾¹§ðÀ»¥L­Ì¤@¡C¡C"
"WHAT??" Zoltar seized the man by the collar and hauled him out of his chair, amid giggles from the watching crew, "No, you imbecile, / "¤°»ò??"Zoltar Â÷¶}¥Lªº´È¤l§ì¦í¤F¦ç»âªº¨k¤H¦Ó¥B©ì¤F¥L,¦b±q¬Ý²Õ­û¦Y¦Y¦a¯º " ¤§®É¤£, §A§C¯àªº,
SEARCH THEM! Do you think I want my sister atomized?? Idiot! Fool!" / ·j´M¥L­Ì! §A»{¬°§Ú·Q­n§Úªº©n©f³Q¨Ï¤À¬°­ì¤l¶Ü?? ¥Õè! ·M§Ë!"
He flung the man against the bulkhead. The giggles of the watchers cut off, punctuated by a few muffled gasps. / ¥L§ë¤F¹ï§Ü¹j¾Àªº¨k¤H¡C ¨º³Q¤ÁÂ_,³Q¤@¨Ç³Q³ò»qªº³Ý®ð¥[¼ÐÂI²Å¸¹ªº¬Ý¦u¤H¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C

"Where are you taking me?" Mala demanded. She was being dragged by the wrist through alien vegetation, some of it bent on whipping her raw. Jason stopped and pointed. / " §A¥¿¦b­þ¸Ì±a§Ú "? Mala ­n¨D¡C ¦o³Q¸g¹L¥~°êªº´Óª«³Q¤âµÃ©ì©Ô,¥¦¨ä¤¤ªº¤@¨Ç¦bÃ@¥´¦oªº¥Í¦×¤WÅs¦±¡C ³Ç¥Í°±¤î©M¦yªº¡C
"Through there, through those trees. The beach is there. If I know Zoltar, he's already out looking for you." / "¸g¹L¨º¸Ì,¸g¹L¨º¨Ç¾ð¡C ®üÅy¦b¨º¸Ì¡C ¦pªG§Úª¾¹D Zoltar,¥L¤w¸g¥~¥X§ä´M§A¡C"
"You put me through all of this just to let me go??" Mala demanded, incredulous. Jason nodded. Mala's wary gaze shifted from / "§A¥u¬O´À§Ú±µ³q³o¥þ³¡Åý§Ú¥h??"Mala ­n¨D,ÃhºÃªº¡C ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY¡C Mala's ªº¤p¤ßª`µø§ïÅܱq
Jason, to the beach, then back to Jason again. Praying she wasn't being an idiot, she turned and darted through the trees. / ³Ç¥Í,¨ì®üÅy,µM«á¦A¤@¦¸¦^¨ì³Ç¥Í¡C ¬èë¦o¨S¦³¦b¨­¬°¥Õè,¦oÂà¦V¨Ã¥B§ë®g¹L¾ð¡C
It was there, just as he'd said. No G-forcers lurked, no Earth soldiers waited.. the water held no sign of submerged vehicles. She debated lighting a signal fire for her people, but remembered - these were ordinary Spectran legions. They wouldn't know a signal fire if they fell on one and were incinerated. She sat on the sand to wait. / ¥¦¦b¨º¸Ì,¥¿¦p¥L¦³»¡¡C ¨S¦³ G-forcers ¼çÂÃ,¨S¦³¦a²y­x¤Hµ¥­Ô¡C¡C ¤ô¨Sºû«ù¤ô¥­­±¤U¨®½øªº¸ñ¶H¡C ¦o¬°¦oªº¥Á±ÚÅG½×ÂI«H¸¹¤õ, ¦ý¬O°O±o -³o¨Ç¬O¥­±`ªº Spectran ­x¹Î¡C ¦pªG¥L­Ì¶^¸¨¡A¥L­Ì±N¤£ª¾¹D«H¸¹¤õ¦b¤@¤§¤W¦Ó¥B³Q¿N¦¨¦Ç¡C ¦o§¤¦b¨F¤l¤Wµ¥­Ô¡C

"Sire!" Zoltar had come to dread that; nothing of intelligence ever seemed to follow it. / " ¨Ï¥Í "! Zoltar ¤w¸g¨Ó®£Äߨº; ´¼¤Oªº¨S¨Æ´¿¸g¦ü¥G¸òÀH¥¦¡C
"What is it this time?" / " ³o¦¸¥¦¬O¤°»ò "?
"We've found Spectran life signs on that island." / " §Ú­Ì¤w¸gµo²{¦b¨º¤@­Ó®q¤Wªº Spectran ¥Í¬¡²Å¸¹ " ¡C
"Well??" / "´é¥X??"
The man paused in some evident confusion. "We believe it to be your sister," he said finally. Zoltar closed his eyes in pain. "We're sending down a landing party. Should we eliminate the Earthling?" / ¨k¤H¦b¤@¨ÇÅãµÛªº²V¶Ã¤è­±¼È°±¡C " §Ú­Ì¬Û«H¥¦¬O§Aªº©n©f ",¥L³Ì«á»¡¡C Zoltar Ãö³¬¤F¥Lªº²´·úµh­Wªº¡C "§Ú­Ì¥¿¦b°e¤U¨Ó¤@­Óµn³°ÄÒ¡C §Ú­ÌÀ³¸Ó°£¥h¥@¤H¶Ü?"
"Send down a landi.." Zoltar broke off, doing a double-take, / "°e¤U¨Ó landi ¡C¡C"Zoltar ¤¤Â_ ,°µ¤@­Ó¥[­¿-®³,
"No, leave the G-Forcer to me." / "¤£,¹ï§ÚÅý G- Forcer".

The Spectran ship settled in the shallows, its embarking ramp unfurling. Mala watched it, wary of tricks. Hidden in the trees, / Spectran ²î¦b¤ô²Lªº¦a¤è©w©~,¥¦­¼²î¨º¨g¸õ¶Ã¼²®i¶}¡C Mala ¬Ý¤F¥¦, ¤p¤ßªº¸Þ­p¡C Âæb¾ð¤¤,
Jason watched the Spectran leader stalk down the gangway and onto the beach. A phalange of soldiers flowed out around him, guns at the ready, looking to shoot anything that moved. He watched Mala rise unsteadily to her feet, then dart forward and fall shaking into her brother's arms. / ¬Ý Spectran »â³Sªº³Ç¥Í®¨®¨¾aªñ¤U¨Ó³q¹D©M¦b®üÅy¤§¤W¡C ¤@­Ó­x¤Hªº«ü°©¦b¥L©P³ò¬y°Ê¥X,¦b¹w³Æ¦nªºª¬ºA¥Î¬¶®gÀ», ´Á«Ý®gÀ»²¾°Êªº¥ô¦ó¨Æ¡C ¥L³Q¤£¦w©w¦a¬Ý Mala ¼W¥[¨ì¦oªº¸},µM«á­¸Å߶i¤J¦oªº¥S§Ì¤âÁu¤§¤ºÂà±H¦Ó¥B¸¨¤U·n°Ê¡C
{Alright,} Jason thought, watching Zoltar enfold his sister in his cape, {You have your sister back.} He watched the two Spectrans exchange soft words, tears trickling down Mala's cheeks. Two women soldiers, their masks and fur-collared jumpsuits very different from the men's, were summoned to escort Mala into the ship. / {¦nªº,}³Ç¥Í·Q,¬Ý Zoltar ¥]»q¥LªºÌa¥L©n©f,{§A¦³§Aªº©n©f­I­±¡C} ¥L¬Ý¤G Spectrans §â³nªº¦r¡A²\ºw²¾°Ê¥æ´«¤U¨Ó Mala's ªºÀU¡C ¤G­Ó¤k¤H­x¤H , ¥L­Ìªº°²­±¨ã©M¤ò¥Ö- collared ªº jumpsuits «D±`¤£¦Pªº¨k¤H,³Q¥l³êÅ@½Ã Mala ¶i²î¡C
"Is she alright, sire?" the soldier who'd suggested bombing the island asked. Abruptly, the tenderness vanished from Zoltar's face, / " ¦o¬O¦nªº,¨Ï¥Í¶Ü "? ­x¤H who'd «ØijÅF¬µ®q°Ý¡C ¬ðµM¦a¡A¬X³n±q Zoltar's ªºÁy®ø¥¢,
"That is none of your concern! Return to your posts and await my return!" Jason curled his lip; look at all the little gumbies scurry like lemmings up the gangway. Finally, they were all gone. / "¨º¬O¨S¦³§AªºÃö¤ß! ¦^¨ì§AªºÂ¾¦ì¦Ó¥Bµ¥­Ô§Úªº¦^ªð!"³Ç¥Í§Ë±²¤F¥Lªº®B; ¬Ý©Ò¦³ªº¤p gumbies ¹³®È¹«¤@¼Ë¦b³q¹D¤W­±¥^¦£¦a¶]¡C ³Ì«á¡A¥L­Ì¥þ³¡¤£¨£¤F¡C
Zoltar turned and stared directly where Jason had been hiding. / Zoltar ª½±µ¦aÂà¦Ó¥Bª`µø , ³Ç¥Í¤w¸gÂíþ¸Ì¡C
A twig snapped, but the Spectran leader did not flinch. Finally, there was a crashing sound, like that of a heavy body falling to the earth. A green-suited soldier sheepishly picked himself up off the ground and stepped out onto the sand, a coconut in his hand. / ¤@ªK¤pªK«rÂ_¡A¦ý¬O Spectran »â³S¨S¦³¬ÈÁY¡C ³Ì«á,¦³¤@ºØµ´¹ïªºÁn­µ, ¹³¸¨¨ì¦a²yªº­«¨­Å骺¡C ¤@­Óºñ¦â¾A¦Xªº­x¤H²Û©Ä¦a¦b¦a­±¥~¬B°_¥L¦Û¤v¦Ó¥B©ñ¤j¨B¥ï¨«¦b¨F¤l¤§¤W,¥Lªº¤â¤@­Ó·¦¤l¡C
"Idiot! Get back to the ship or I will have you demoted!" / "¥Õè! ¦^¨ì²î¡A©ÎªÌ§Ú±N­°§C§Aªº¦a¦ì!"
Zoltar punctuated his threat with a slap to the retreating man's head. / Zoltar ¥Î¹ïºM°h¨k¤HªºÀYºQ¥[¼ÐÂI²Å¸¹¥Lªº«Â¯Ù¡C
Jason took the opportunity to slip into another stand of trees. A burst of gunfire narrowly missed his space wings. / ³Ç¥Í§Q¥Î¤F¾÷·|¶i¤J¾ðªº¥t¤@­Ó»O¤l¤§¤º·Æ­Ë¡C ºjÀ»ªº¯}µõ¯U¯¶¦a¿ù¹L¤F¥LªºªÅ¶¡¯Í»H¡C
"You fool!" Zoltar hollared, slapping the gun away from the soldier who'd shown up behind him, "Return to your supervisor immediately!" / " §A·M§Ë "! Zoltar hollared, ·¥§Ö¦aºj»·Â÷¦b¥L«á­±³Q¥X²{ªº­x¤H who'd," ¥ß¨è¦^¨ì§AªººÞ²zªÌ "!
"But sire..!" the man protested, pointing. / "°£¤F°¡¤U¤§¥~¡C¡C!"¨k¤H¤Ï¹ï,«ü¥X¡C
"I ordered you to return to the ship and await my return! Have I returned yet??" / "§Ú©R¥O¤F§A¦^¨ì²î¦Ó¥Bµ¥­Ô§Úªº¦^ªð! §ÚÂkÁÙ¤F¶Ü??"
"But sire, something moved.." / " ¦ý¬O°¡¤U,¬Y¨Æ²¾°Ê¡C¡C"
"This is a dangerous planet, sire," another gumby chimed in. / " ³o¬O¦MÀIªº¦æ¬P¡A°¡¤U ", ³Q»ïªº¥t¥~ gumby ¦b¡C
"I am in more danger being hounded by a lot like you than I would be, unarmed, in a conclave of Earth units!" / " §Ú¥¿¦b§ó¦hªº¦MÀI¤è­±³Q±aÂy¤ü¬¼Ây³Q«Ü¦h¹³§A¤ñ¸û§Ú±N·|¬O,¨S±aºjªº,¦b¤@­Ó¦a²y³æ¦ìªº¯µ±K·|ij¤¤"!
"But..!" / "¦ý¬O¡C¡C!"
"Movement, over there!" / "¹B°Ê,¹M¤Î¨º¸Ì"!
"NO, you.." A burst of rapid-fire cut Zoltar off mid-yell. He threw up his hands in disgust: A deer fell out of the trees, dead. / "¤£,§A¡C¡C"¦b¤¤³¡¥~ªº³s¯]¯¥¦ü«d´î Zoltar ªº¯}µõ-¤j¥s¡C ¥LÁ|°_¹½´cªº¥L¤â: ¤@°¦³À¾ðª§§n,¦º¡C
"We got him! We got him!" the goons were cheering, not noticing, "You and you, go and collect him.." / "§Ú­Ì±o¨ì¤F¥L! §Ú­Ì±o¨ì¤F¥L!"§b¤l¥¿¦b¹ª»R, ¤£ª`·N ",§A©M§A,¥h¦Ó¥B¦¬¶°¥L¡C¡C"
"Yes, go collect it, we can roast it for dinner. THAT WAS A DEER, you pathetic fools! I am fortunate that my sister was already on the beach, else you would have shot her, as well!" There was another burst of gunfire, punctuated by screams. Then all was silent. / "¬Oªº, ¥h¦¬¶°¥¦,§Ú­Ì¯à¬°±ßÀ\¯N¥¦¡C ¨º¬O¤@°¦³À, §A´d«sªº·M¤H! §Ú¬O©¯¹Bªº¨º­Ó§Úªº©n©f¤w¸g¦b®üÅy¤W,§_«h§A·|®gÀ»¦o,®£©È³Ì¦n!"¦³ºjÀ»ªº¥t¯}µõ, ³Q¦y¥sÁn¥[¼ÐÂI²Å¸¹¡C µM«á¥þ³¡¨HÀq¡C
"Uh.. was that a deer as well?" / "Uh¡C¡C ¨º®£©È³Ì¦n¬O¤@°¦³À¶Ü?"
Zoltar waved the man into silence. Jason was approaching, dragging two corpses, neither of which was a deer. "Leave me," Zoltar hissed. The remaining men scrambled over each other with indecent haste, retreating back into the ship. / Zoltar ´§»R¨k¤H¶i¨HÀq¤§¤º¡C ³Ç¥Í¥¿¦b±µªñ,©ì©Ô¤G«ÍÅé, ¨âªÌ¬Ò¤£ªº¬O¤@°¦³À¡C " Â÷¶}§Ú ",Zoltar µo¥X¼NÁn¡C ³Ñ¾lªº¨k¤H¦b©¼¦¹¤§¤W¥H¤U¬yªº¥^¦£Ãk½t,ºM°hªð¦^²î¡C
Jason dumped the bodies at Zoltar's feet, glaring into the ice-blue lenses of the mask. A long silence stretched between them. / ³Ç¥Í¦b Zoltar's ªº¸}¶É¨ø¨­Åé, °{Ä£ªº¶i¤J°²­±¨ãªº¦B- ÂŦâ³zÃ褧¤º¡C ¤@°}ªøªº¨HÀq¦b¥L­Ì¤§¶¡¦ù®i¡C
"You let her go. Why?" Zoltar said. / "§AÅý¦o¥h¡C ¬°¤°»ò?"Zoltar »¡¡C
"I got my reasons. Is she alright?" / "§Ú±o¨ì¤F§Úªº²z¥Ñ¡C ¦o¬O¦nªº¶Ü?"
"She will recover." / " ¦o±N«ì´_ " ¡C
"It's a mild drug, wears off quickly. In an Earth human, at least." / "¥¦¬O¤@ºØ·Å©MªºÃÄ,¨«¶}«Ü§Ö¬ïµÛ¡C ¦b¤@­Ó¦a²y¤HÃþ¤¤,¦Ü¤Ö¡C"
Another long silence passed between them. "I leave you to your planet, Earthling," Zoltar said finally, "Farewell." He turned to ascend the gangway. / ¥t¥~ªøªº¨HÀq¦b¥L­Ì¤§¶¡³q¹L¡C "§ÚÅý§A¨ì§Aªº¦æ¬P¡A¥@¤H ," Zoltar ³Ì«á»¡," Ãã§O ". ¥L·Ç³Æµn¤W³q¹D¡C
"Wait." / " µ¥­Ô ".
Zoltar stopped, his back to Jason. "I gave you back your sister," Jason continued, "Now you give me back mine. When will you give back Princess?" / Zoltar °±¤î,¹ï³Ç¥Íªº¥L­I³¡¡C "§Ú§â§Aµ¹¤©¦^¨Ó§Aªº©n©f ," ³Ç¥ÍÄ~Äò,"²{¦b§A§â§Úµ¹¦^¨Ó§Úªº¡C §A±N¦ó®Éµ¹«á­±ªº¤½¥D?"
"When it is her desire to return." / " ·í¥¦¬O¦oªº±ý±æÂkÁÙªº®É­Ô ".
"What??" Jason stared, fury and shock mingling on his face. / "¤°»ò??"³Ç¥Íª`µø,¼««ã©M¦b¥LªºÁy¤W²V¦XªºÅåÀ~¡C
Zoltar turned and faced him again, "We have had several opportunities to return her to you. At risk to herself, she has refused them all." / Zoltar ¦A¤@¦¸Âà¦Ó¥B­±¹ï¤F¥L,"§Ú­Ì¤w¸g¦³¤@¨Ç¾÷·|ÂkÁÙ¦oµ¹§A¡C ¸m©óÀI¹Ò¹ï¦o¦Û¤v¡A¦o¤w¸g¥þ³¡©Úµ´¥L­Ì¡C"
"You're lying.. you've brainwashed her..Princess.. not *want* to come home?" Jason thought of the emailed letters they had received during the months Princess had been a prisoner on Spectra. Though he didn't want to believe it, in his heart, he knew that Zoltar was not lying. The Spectran leader was resuming his path up the gangway. Jason placed his foot upon it. / "§A¥¿¦b»¡ÁÀ¡C¡C §A¤w¸g¬~¸£¦o¡C¡C¤½¥D¡C¡C ¤£ *·Q­n* ¨ì¦^®a?"¥L­Ì¦b¼Æ­Ó¤ë´Á¶¡¤w¸g¦¬¨ì¤½¥Dªº³Q·Q¨ì³Q±Hªº«H³Ç¥Í¤w¸g¬O¦bÀWÃФWªº¥}¥Ç¡C ÁöµM¥L¨S¦³·Q­n¬Û«H¥¦¡A¦ý¬O¦b¥Lªº¤ß¤¤¡A¥Lª¾¹D Zoltar ¤£¬O¾î½ö¡C Spectran »â³S¥¿¦b³q¹D¤W­±­«·s¶}©l¥Lªº¸ô®|¡C ³Ç¥Í¦b¥¦¤§¤W©ñ¸m¤F¥Lªº¸}¡C
"It would not be well for you to follow me, G-Force," the / " ¥¦±N¤£«Ü¦nÅý§A¸òÀH§Ú,G-¤O¶q",¨º
Spectran spoke so softly only Jason could hear, "Spectra is a very dangerous place for your kind." / Spectran »¡¤F¦p¦¹ªº¬X©M°ß¤@ªº³Ç¥Í¥i¥HÅ¥¨ì," ÀWÃЬO§AªºÃþ«¬¤@­Ó«D±`¦MÀIªº¦a¤è " ¡C
"It can't be that bad, if she wants to stay there," Jason retorted, just as softly, stepping further up the gangway. His eyes were drawn to Zoltar's movements, tugging up his tunic to reveal curdled scar tissue. / " ¥¦¤£¥i¯à¬O¨º»òÃaªº, ¦pªG¦o·Q­n¦b¨º¸Ì°±¯d ",³Ç¥Í¤Ï»é,¥¿¦p¬X©M¦a¡A¨B¶i¦b³q¹D¤W­±«P¶i¡C ¥Lªº²´·ú¹ï Zoltar's ªº¹B°Ê³Qµe, ¦b¥Lªºªø³T¤W­±¥Î¤O©ÔÅã¥Ü¨Ï¾®µ²¬Í²ªÁ¡ªº¯½Â´«~¡C
"I took these, on behalf of your 'sister'." / "§Ú±a¤F³o¨Ç,¥Nªí§Aªº '©n©f'".
Jason's eyes flicked back to Zoltar's masked face, "I want to see Princess." / ³Ç¥Íªº²´·ú¦V«á¦a»´¼u¨ì Zoltar's ªºÀ¹°²­±¨ãªºÁy," §Ú·Q­n¨£¤½¥D " ¡C
Zoltar nodded imperceptably. Soldiers flowed around him, their guns trained on Jason's unresisting form. / Zoltar ÂIÀY¤F imperceptably ¡C ­x¤H¦b¥L©P³ò¬y°Ê,¥L­Ìªººj¦b³Ç¥Í¤£©è§Ü§Î¦¡¤W°V½m¡C
"Sire, the Luminous One desires your report." / "¨Ï¥Í,¤@»Ý­n§Aªº³ø§iµo¥ú".
Zoltar cast one last long look at Jason, then turned to address some women soldiers, "Take him to the maximum security section. I shall be in my office. Return to Spectra at once!" / ³Q§ëªº Zoltar ¤@³Ì«á¤[¬Ý³Ç¥Í,µM«á·Ç³Æ¦V¤@¨Ç¤k¤H­x¤Hºt»¡,"±a¥L¨ì³Ì¤jªº¦w¥þ³¡¤À¡C §Ú±N¬O¦b§Úªº¿ì¤½«Ç¤¤¡C ¥ß¨è¦^¨ìÀWÃÐ!"

"SO, ZOLTAR. YOU HAVE BEEN TO EARTH ONCE AGAIN - WHAT HAVE YOU / "¦p¦¹,ZOLTAR¡C §A¦A¤@¦¸´¿¸g¨ì¹L¦a²y - ¤°»ò¦³§A
TO REPORT?" / ³ø§i?"
The crystal showed the dwarfen image of the Luminous One, belittling its impact. An illusion, merely: The Luminous One was quite capable of reaching him "in person", even so far away as Earth. So, too, did the faintly-avian image it chose to show of itself, belie its destructive capability. Zoltar addressed the crystal and prepared to grovel. / ¤ô´¹Åã¥Üµo¥úªº dwarfen ¼v¹³¤@,»´µø¥¦ªº½ÄÀ»¡C ¤@­Ó¤Û¼v,¥u: µo¥ú¤@¬Û·í¯à°÷ " ¦b¤H¤¤ " Ápµ¸¥L, ¬Æ¦Ü¦b¦p¦¹»·³B¦p¦a²y¡C ¦p¦¹¡A¤]¡A°µ¨º·L®z¦a- ³¾Ãþªº¼v¹³¥¦¿ï¾Ü¥¦¥»¨­Åã¥Ü,±»¹¢¥¦ªº·´·À©Êªº¯à¤O¡C Zoltar ¦V¤ô´¹µoªíºt»¡¦Ó¥B·Ç³Æ«m°Ë¡C
"I have splendid news, O Bountiful Spirit! We have captured the / "§Ú¦³¥ú«Gªº·s»D, O ºB´nªººë¯«! §Ú­Ì¤w¸g®·Àò¨º
Hawk, second in command of the G-Force team." / ÆN , ¬í¦b G ªº«ü¥O¤è­±-¤O¶qÁp¦¨¤@²Õ¡C"
"THAT IS GOOD NEWS INDEED, ZOLTAR. AT THIS RATE, I MIGHT EVEN / " ¨º«Ü¦n®ø®§ªº½T,ZOLTAR¡C ¥H³o¤ñ²v¡A§Ú¥i¯à¬Ûµ¥
FORGIVE YOU FOR YOUR PAST INCOMPETANCES. BRING THE EARTHLING TO ME AT / ¬°§Aªº¹L¥h INCOMPETANCES ­ì½Ì§A¡C ±a¥@¤Hµ¹§Ú¦b
ONCE, THE MOMENT YOU ARRIVE ON SPECTRA." / ¤@¦¸, ¤ù¨è§A¨ì¹F¦bÀWÃФW¡C"
"It shall be done, O Luminous One," Zoltar cut the connection after making the required kowtows / "¥¦±N³Q°µ,O µo¥ú¤@",Zoltar ¦b»s³y¥²»Ýªº kowtows ¤§«á´î¤Ö³s±µ

The flight to Spectra was long and tediously boring, but finally / ¹ïÀWÃЪº­¸¦æ«Üªøªº©M¨H´eµL²á, ¦ý¬O³Ì«á
Jason was herded off the transport and into a massive building, being led towards the massive doors leading to the outside. As the doors opened, a blast of bitter wind assailed him, making his skin smart. He glanced up at the clouds racing across the sky, and at the dim red light of the tiny ruby in the sky. The second sun, Spectra's primary, had set, leaving only the farther sun to cast a dusky glow; the Spectran words for this time of near-night all seemed to translate as "dimdawn". / ³Ç¥Í³Q»E¶°¦b¶Ç°e¥~©M¶i¤J¤@´ÉÃe¤jªº«Ø¿vª«¤§¤º,¦V¾É­P¥~­±ªºÃe¤jªù³Q¤Þ¾É¡C ·íªù¥´¶},µh­W­·ªº¯e­·§ðÀ»¤F¥L,¨Ï¥Lªº¥Ö½§Áo©ú¡C ¥L¿h°{¦b¶³¤W­±¾î¹L¤ÑªÅªºÄvÁÉ, ©M¦b¤ÑªÅªº·¥¤p¬õÄ_¥Ûªº·t²H¬õ¿O¡C ²Ä¤G¤Ó¶§¡AÀWÃЪº´£¦W­Ô¿ï¤Hªº¹w¿ï·|,³Q¦³ªº²Õ, Â÷¶}¥u¦³§ó»·ªº¤Ó¶§§ë·L·tªº¨ª¼ö; ¬°³o¦¸ªº Spectran ¦rªñªº-©]±ß¥þ³¡¦ü¥G½Ķ¦p " dimdawn" ¡C
A few of the brighter stars were visible, but no silver orbs hung in the sky. Jason tried to remember whether Spectra had any moons or not. / ¤Ö¼Æªº§ó©ú«Gªº¬P¬O¬Ý±o¨£ªº¡A¦ý¬O¨S¦³»Èªº²y¦b¤ÑªÅ¤¤¦Q¡C ³Ç¥Í¸ÕµÛ°O±oÀWÃЬO§_¦³¥ô¦óªº½Ã¬P¡C
The transport took him to the palace of the Luminous One, following on the heels of Zoltar. The palatial doors of the audience chamber swung silently open and Jason was prodded in, then forced to kneel on the hard marble floor. He heard the scrape of Zoltar's boots as the Leader took his place beside him, then his attention was drawn to the electrical cracklings and pyrotechnics coruscating over the enormous crystal amphitheatre. The Luminous One was materializing. / ¶Ç°e±N¥L±a¨ìµo¥úªº¤ý®c¤@,¦b Zoltar ªº¸}«á¸ò¤W¸òÀH¡C ÀqÀq¦a³Q·nÂ\ªºÅ¥²³·|ij«Çªº§»°¶ªù¥´¶}¡A¦Ó¥B³Ç¥Í³Q¨ë¦b, µM«á±j­¢¦bÃøªº¤j²z¥Û¦aªO¤W¸÷¡C ·í»â³S¦b¥L®ÇÃä¨ú¥N¥Lªº®É­Ô¡A¥LÅ¥¨ì¤F Zoltar's ªºªø¹u¨í±¼,µM«á¥Lªºª`·N³Qµe¨ì¹qªº¯Ü¥Ö©M¦b¥¨¤jªº¤ô´¹¶ê§Î¼@³õ¤§¤W°{Ã{ªº·Ï¤õ¡C ¤@¥¿¦b½á»P¹ê½èªºµo¥ú¡C
"IT PLEASES ME GREATLY TO SEE ANOTHER G-FORCER UNDER OUR POWER. / "¥¦¨Ï§Ú°ª¿³«Ü¤j¦b§Ú­Ìªº¤O¶q¤§¤U¨£¨ì¥t¥~ G- FORCER ¡C
YOU HAVE DONE WELL, MY SERVANT." / §A¤w¸g°µ±o¦n,§Úªº¹²¤H¡C"
Zoltar bowed elegantly, "Thank you, O Luminous One." / Àu¶®¦a³QÅs¸yªº Zoltar,"ÁÂÁ§A,O µo¥úªº".
"THE HAWK IS VICIOUS AND UNTAMED; CAPTURING HIM CANNOT HAVE BEEN / " ÆN¬O¨¸´cªº©M¤£¯à§í¨îªº; ®·Àò¥LµLªk¬O
AN EASY TASK. HAS THIS ONE CAUSED ANY INJURIES TO YOU OR YOUR MEN?" / ¤@¥ó®e©öªº¤u§@¡C ³o¤@­Ó¤Þ°_¥ô¦óªº¶Ë®`§A©Î§Aªº¨k¤H¤F¶Ü?"
"It wounds me to say, O Bountiful Spirit; my own sister was injured in the subdueing of this prisoner. Even now she lies under medical attention, treated for injuries received at his hand." / "¥¦¨ü¶Ë§Ú»¡, O ºB´nªººë¯«; §Ú¦Û¤vªº©n©f¦b³o¤@­Ó¥}¥ÇªºÀ£¨î¤H¤¤¨ü¶Ë¡C ¬Æ¦Ü²{¦b¦o¦bÂå¾Çªºª`·N¤§¤U½öª×,¬°¦b¥Lªº¤â³Q¦¬¨ìªº¨ü¶Ë¹ï«Ý¡C"
"BRING THE HAWK CLOSER TO ME." / " ¹ï§Ú¨ÏÆN§ó¾aªñ " ¡C
Jason glared as he was forced to his feet, then thrown before the scintillating image hovering before him. The vulpine eyes closed briefly, then opened, glowing incandescently with ruby energy. The blast enveloped Jason and flung him back, howling in agony. / ·í¥L³Q±j­¢¨ì¥Lªº¸}®É­Ô¡A³Ç¥Íµo¯t¥ú, µM«á¥á¦b¨ºµo¥X¤õªá´yø¦b¥L¤§«e½L±Û¤§«e¡C ²µu¦a³QÃö³¬ªºª°¯W²´·ú,µM«á¥Î¬õÄ_¥Ûªº¯à·½¥´¶} , ¥Õ¼öªº¥Õ¼ö¦a¡C ¯e­·«H«Ê¤F³Ç¥Í¦Ó¥B§â¥L§ë¦^¨Ó, ©H­ýªº¦b·¥¤jªºµh­W¤¤¡C
"Great Spirit!!" Zoltar's urgent voice penetrated the haze of pain clouding Jason's mind. He saw briefly that the Spectran leader was standing over him, placing himself between Jason and the Luminous One. / "´Îªººë¯«!!"Zoltar's ªººò«æÁn­µ¬ï³z¤F¥H¶³¾B±Í³Ç¥Íªº¤ßµh­WªºÁ¡Ãú¡C ¥L²µu¦a¨£¨ì¡A Spectran »â³S¥¿¦b¥L¤§¤W¯¸¥ß,§â¥L¦Û¤v©ñ³Ç¥Í©Mµo¥ú¤@¤§¶¡¡C
"My medics have not the resources to rescue this Earthling's life nor treat his wounds! We lack blood, plasma, tissues..! Would you so carelessly throw the Hawk away? Think of the use he can be to us!" / " §Úªº­`½¶ÄÝ´Óª«¤£¤w¸g¸ê·½±Ï¥X¥@¤Hªº¥Í¬¡¤]¤£¹ï«Ý¥Lªº³Ð¶Ë! §Ú­Ì¯Ê¥F¦å¡A¦å¼ß¡AÁ¡ªº¯½Â´«~¡C¡C! §A±N·|¦p¦¹ªº¤£ª`·N¥á±óÆN¶Ü? ·Q¨ì¥L¥i¯à¬O¹ï§Ú­Ìªº¨Ï¥Î!"
"WHAT USE, ZOLTAR? THE DOVE HAS NOT PROVEN TO BE AS VALUABLE AS / "¨Ï¥Î,ZOLTAR? ÂF¤l¨S¦³ÃÒ©ú¬O¦p¦³»ù­Èªº·í°µ
YOU CLAIMED. WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THE HAWK WILL PROVE ANY BETTER?" / §A­n¨D¡C ¤°»ò¨Ï§A»{¬°ÆN±N¦n¤@ÂIÃÒ©ú?"
"The Dove has yeilded many secrets of Earth's technology, O / "ÂF¤l¦³ yeilded ³\¦h¦a²y§Þ³Nªº¯µ±K,O
Luminous One," Zoltar began, "The Hawk is G-Force's weapons specialist: / µo¥úªº," Zoltar ¶}©l ",ÆN¬O G- ¤O¶qªºªZ¾¹±M®a:
He could be very useful indeed, in learning what new weapons the / ¥Lªº½T¥i¯à¬O«D±`¦³¥Îªº, ¦b¾Ç°Ý¤¤¤°»ò·sªºªZ¾¹¨º
Earthlings are designing. I have observed the Hawk well, O Shining / ¥@¤H¥¿¦b³]­p¡C §Ú¤w¸g«D±`Æ[¹îÆN,O °{Ã{
Spirit: He is much more temperamental than his female companion, much more easily goaded into rage. Were we to use his companion, he could surely be provoked, and then he would be ours to question." / ºë¯«: ¥L¤ñ¥Lªº¤k©ÊªB¤Í§ó®ð½è«Ü¦h,§ó¥[®e©ö¦a¶i¤J¼««ã¤§¤º¥Î¨ë´ÎÅX»°¡C ¬O§Ú­Ì¨Ï¥Î¥LªºªB¤Í,¥L¥i¥H·íµM³Q¿E«ã,µM«á¥L±N·|¬O§Ú­Ìªº¸ß°Ý¡C"
"AND WHAT IF HE CHOOSES NOT TO COOPERATE? WHAT IF HE CARES / " ¦Ó¥B¤°»ò¦pªG¥L¿ï¾Ü¤£­n¦A¦X§@? ¤°»ò¦pªG¥LÃö¤ß
NOTHING FOR THE DOVE? WHAT THEN, MY SERVANT?" / ¬°ÂF¤lªº¨S¨Æ? ¤°»òµM«á,§Úªº¹²¤H?"
"G-Force was greatly demoralized by the loss of their female member, Magnificent Spirit. It was on a mission to rescue her, that the / "G-¤O¶q«D±`³Q¥L­Ìªº¤k©Ê¦¨­ûªº·l¥¢¨Ï¹D¼wÀZ¼o¤F,¥X¦âªººë¯«¡C ¥¦¦b¤@­Ó¥ô°È¤W±Ï¥X¦o, ¨º¨º
Hawk fell into our hands." / ÆN¶^¤J§Ú­Ìªº¤â¡C"
"THE EARTHLINGS ARE RESOURCEFUL, ZOLTAR. THEY MAY SIMPLY GIVE / " ¥@¤H¬O¨¬´¼¦h¿Ñªº,ZOLTAR¡C ¥L­Ì¥i¯à¥u¬Oµ¹
THESE TWO UP FOR LOST AND REPLACE THEM." / ³o¨Ç¤G¦V¤W¬°¥¢¥h¦Ó¥B´À´«¥L­Ì¡C"
"It is not so, Great Spirit: We have had the Dove for many months, yet G-Force has not yet replaced her in spite of pressures from their own governments. Think how much greater a loss, shall be the loss of their weapons specialist! With the Hawk and the Dove in our power, / " ¥¦¬O¤£¦p¦¹,´Îªººë¯«: §Ú­Ì¤w¸g¦³ÂF¤l¹F³\¦h­Ó¤ë¤§¤[, ¤´µM G-¤O¶qÁÙ¨S¦³´À´«¾¨ºÞ¨Ó¦Û¥L­Ì¦Û¤vªº¬F©²À£¤Oªº¦o¡C ·Q¦p¦ó§ó¥[¤ñ¸û´Î¤@­Ó·l¥¢,±N¬O¥L­ÌªºªZ¾¹±M®aªº·l¥¢! »PÆN©MÂF¤l¦b¤@°_¦b§Ú­Ìªº¤ä°t¤U,
G-Force has but three members. We shall have spread their forces too thin to be effective against us." / G- ¤O¶q¦³¦ý¬O¤T­Ó¦¨­û¡C §Ú­Ì±N¤w¸g¶Ç§G¥L­Ìªº­x¶¤¤ÓÁ¡¦a¤Ï¹ï§Ú­Ì¬O¦³®Äªº¡C"
"VERY WELL, ZOLTAR. I STILL BELIEVE THIS ONE TO BE FAR TOO / "«D±`¦nªº,ZOLTAR¡C §Ú¤´µM¬Û«H³o¤@­Ó»»»·¦a¤]
DANGEROUS. I WANT HIM IMPRISONED IMMEDIATELY." / ¦MÀIªº¡C §Ú·Q­n¥L³Q¥ß¨è¤Uº»¡C"
"It shall be done, O Luminous One," Zoltar bowed deeply, then gestured for the guards to collect the injured Hawk. / "¥¦±N³Q°µ,O µo¥úªº",Zoltar ²`²`¦aÅs¸y, µM«á§@¤â¶ÕÅý¦u½Ã¦¬¶°¨ü¶ËªºÆN¡C
"ONE MORE THING, ZOLTAR.." / "¥t¥~¤@­Ó¨Æª«¡A ZOLTAR¡C¡C"
Zoltar paused, turning back towards the crystal amphitheatre. / Zoltar ¼È°±,¦V¤ô´¹ªº¶ê§Î¼@³õ§é¦^¡C
The bolt of searing energy caught him in the chest and hurled him screaming against the back wall. He slid down it, collapsing into a boneless heap. / ¯NµJ¯à·½ªºªù­¬¦b¯Ý¤¤®·®»¥L¨Ã¥B¥Î¤O§ëÂY¤F¥L¦y¥s¹ï§Ü«á­±ªºÀð¾À¡C ¥L·Æ°Ê¤U¨Ó¥¦, ¦bµL°©ÀYªº°ï­Ë¶ò¡C
"... *NEVER* TELL ME HOW TO DEAL WITH PRISONERS." / ".¡C¡C *±q¤£*§i¶D§Ú¸Ó¦p¦ó³B²z¥}¥Ç¡C"

The blackness lifted and the haze of pain returned. Dim light penetrated Jason's eyelids; a strange scent, like tin and milk, assaulted his nostrils. Amid the distant sounds of people walking, talking and working, he could hear the nearer sound of a woman weeping. / ¶Â¤É°ª©M³QÂkÁÙªºµh­WÁ¡Ãú¡C ·t²Hªº¥ú¬ï³z¤F³Ç¥Íªº²´¥Ö; ¤@ºØ©_©Çªº®ð¨ý,¹³¿ü©M¤û¥¤,ŧÀ»¤F¥Lªº»ó¤Õ¡C ¦b¤H¨B¦æªº»·Án­µ¡AÁ¿¸Ü©M¤u§@¤§¤¤¡A¥L¥i¥HÅ¥¨ì¤k¤H­úª_ªº§óªñÁn­µ¡C
He opened his eyes. / ¥L¥´¶}¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¡C
He was in a Spectran hospital ward. A heavy curtain shrouded his bed, cutting off his view of the rest of the room. An IV dripped steadily into his vein, and several electrodes spaced about his face and chest fed information to the machines beside him. The walls, what he could see of them, were a dull metallic purple. / ¥L¬O¦b Spectran Âå°|¦u½Ã¤¤¡C ­«ªº±b¾B½ª¤F¥Lªº§É,¦b¥Lªº©Ð¶¡¨ä¥¦³¡¤Àªºµø³¥¥~´î§C¡C ¤@ 4 í©w¦a¶i¤J¥LªºÀR¯ß¤§¤ººw¤U,¦Ó¥B¤@¨Ç¹q·¥¹j¶}Ãö©ó¥LªºÁy¨Æ¡A¦Ó¥B¯ÝÁý¤F¹ï¦b¥L®ÇÃ䪺¾÷¾¹¸ê®Æ¡C Àð¾À,¥L¥i¥H¥L­Ì¨£¨ì¤°»ò,¬O¿ð¶wªºª÷Äݵµ¦â¡C
{At least its a change from barf green,} he thought. He startled painfully at a movement beside him: Mala was pressing the call button. / { ¦Ü¤Ö¥¦ªº¤@­Ó§ïÅܱq¹Ã¦Rºñ¦â,}¥L·Q¡C ¥Lµh­W¦a¦b¥L®ÇÃ䪺¤@¦¸¹B°Ê¾_Åå: Mala ¥¿¦bÀ£­¢©I¥s«ö¶s¡C
"Welcome to Spectra," she said wryly, "I've just called for a nurse. You'll be given painkillers." / "Åwªï¨Ó¨ìÀWÃÐ ," ¦o§á¬n¦a»¡,"§Ú¶È¶È¤w¸g¥l¨Ó¤@¦ìÅ@¤h¡C §A±N¦³¤îµhÃÄ¡C"
"Wha..? you.. Why are you here?" Jason asked weakly. {Why are you here instead of Princess..} / "Wha¡C¡C? §A¡C¡C ¬°¤°»ò§A¦b³o¸Ì?"³Ç¥Í·L®z¦a°Ý¡C { ¬°¤°»ò¬O§A³o¸Ì¥N´À¤½¥D¡C¡C}
"Taking turns," Mala sighed. She spoke no further as a nurse pulled aside the curtain and approached Jason's bed. He spoke broken / ½ü¬y,Mala ¼Û®§¡C ¦o»¡¨S¦³§ó¶i¤@¨B·í¤@¦ìÅ@¤h©Ô¦b¤@Ãä±b¨Ã¥B±µªñ¤F³Ç¥Íªº§É¡C ¥L»¡Ãa±¼ªº
English, but with Mala's translations, Jason soon understood how to use the painkiller machine, that would deliver a dose of powerful medication at the press of a button. As the nurse left, Jason caught a glimpse of a similar curtain shrouding the room's other bed. The weeping came from behind it. / ­^°ê¤H,¦ý¬O¥Ñ©ó Mala's ªºÂ½Ä¶¡A³Ç¥Í«Ü§Ö¤F¸Ñ¸Ó¦p¦ó¨Ï¥Î¤îµhÃľ÷¾¹,¨º±N·|¦b¤@­Ó«ö¶sªº·s»D´CÅ黼°e¤@¥÷¦³¤OÃĪ«ªvÀøªº¾¯¶q¡C ·íÅ@¤hÂ÷¶},³Ç¥Í¿h¨£¾B»\©Ð¶¡ªº¨ä¥L§É¬Û¦üªº±b¡C ¨º­úª_¦b¥¦«á­±¨Ó¦Û¡C
Mala followed his glance, but didn't comment. "I'll fetch / Mala ¸òÀH¤F¥Lªº¤@¿h, ¦ý¬O¨S¦³§åµû¡C "§Ú±N±µ¨Ó
Princess for you," she said instead, then got up and left the confines of the curtain. / ¤½¥D¬°§A,"¦o§ï¬°»¡,µM«á°_§É¦Ó¥B¯d¤U¤F±bªºÃ¦¬É¡C
A few moments later, Princess sat beside Jason, tears still wet on her cheeks, "I'm here, Jason." / ¤@¨Ç¤ù¨è¤§«á,¤½¥D¦b³Ç¥Í®ÇÃ䧤,²\ºw¤´µM¦b¦oªºÀU¤WÅÜÀã,"§Ú¦b³o¸Ì,³Ç¥Í".
Jason stared at her fingers, wrapped around his left hand, "I can't feel your fingers.. I can't feel them..!" / ³Ç¥Í¨nµÛ¦oªº¤â«ü¬Ý, ¦b¥Lªº¥ª¤â©P³ò¥]¸Ë,"§Ú¤£¯à·Pı§Aªº¤â«ü¡C¡C §Ú¤£¯à·Pı¥L­Ì¡C¡C!"
"Your left arm suffered some serious nerve damage. It's regenerating, but it will take time." / "§Aªº¥ª¤âÁu¾D¨ü¤F¤@¨ÇÄY­«ªº¯«¸g·l®`¡C ¥¦¥¿¦b¦A²£¥Í¡A¦ý¬O¥¦±Nªá®É¶¡¡C"
He began to grow anxious, panicky, "What do you mean 'nerve damage'?? How long? Will I ever use it again?" / ¥L¶}©lÅܼ~¼{ªº¡M®£·W,"§A·N¿× ' ¯«¸g·l®` ' ¤°»ò?? ¦h¤[? §Ú±N´¿¸g¦A¤@¦¸¨Ï¥Î¥¦¶Ü?"
"Jason, please calm down!" She looked up as a medic rushed in to administer a sedative. "You have considerable nerve damage. It will heal, but it will be some time before you'll have sensation again." She took his other hand, stroking it reassuringly, "It will take time, / " ³Ç¥Í,½Ð§NÀR "! ¦o¬Ý¦b·í¤@­Ó­`½¶ÄÝ´Óª«¶Ê«P¤W­±¦bºÞ²zÂíÀR¾¯¡C "§A¦³¬Û·í¦hªº¯«¸g·l®`¡C ¥¦±Nªv¡¡A¦ý¬O¥¦±N¦b§A±N¦A¤@¦¸¦³·Pı¼Æ®É¶¡¤§«e¡C"¦o®³¤F¥Lªº¨ä¥L¤â,¥O¤H¦w¤ß¦a¦E§À¼Õ¥¦ ",¥¦±Nªá®É¶¡,
Jason." / ³Ç¥Í¡C"
Jason managed to focus his eyes on her, fighting the drugs that were beginning to work on his system, "Don' w'nna sleep.." / ³Ç¥Í³]ªk±N¥Lªº²´·ú¶°¤¤¦b¦o,¹ï§Ü¥¿¦b¶}©l³B²z¥Lªº¨t²ÎÃÄ,"§g'w'nna ºÎı¡C¡C"
"You won't have to," Princess replied softly, "The sedative is to calm your heart, so it won't stop again. We lost you three times during the night; we don't want to lose you a fourth." / " §A¤£±N¥²¶·,"¤½¥D¬X©M¦aµªÂÐ ",ÂíÀR¾¯¬O¥­ÀR§Aªº¤ß¡A¦]¦¹¡A¥¦±N¤£¦A°±¤î¡C §Ú­Ì¦b©]±ß´Á¶¡¥¢¥h¤F§A¤T¦¸; §Ú­Ì¤£·Q­n¥¢¥h§A¥|¤À¤§¤@¡C"
Jason calmed, finally, turning towards her voice. Beside him, the medical alarms switched off. Princess sighed with some relief, letting her hand rest against his cheek. / ³Ç¥Í¥­ÀR,³Ì«á,¦V¦oªºÁn­µÂà¡C ¦b¥L®ÇÃä¡AÂå¾ÇªºÄµ³ø¤ÁÂ_¡C ¤½¥D¥H¤@¨Ç¦w¤ß¼Û®§,Åý¹ï§Ü¥LªºÀU¦o¤â¥ð®§¡C
"H'rts w'rse th'n that time 'n training with Mark," Jason managed weakly. / " H'rts w'rse th'n ¦¸ ' n ©M°¨§J±Ð¨|",³Ç¥Í·L®z¦a³B²z¡C
Princess nodded sympathetically, "I know. The Spirit is not kind." / ¤½¥D¼¦¼§¦aÂIÀY,"§Úª¾¹D¡C ºë¯«¤£¿Ë¤Á¡C"
"Where's Zoltar?" Jason's eyes followed the direction Princess jerked her chin. / " Zoltar ¦b­þ¸Ì "? ³Ç¥Íªº²´·ú¸òÀH¤F³QµjÅ˦oªº¤U¤Ú¤è¦V¤½¥D¡C
"On the other side of the curtain. They're short of space, here." / "¦b±bªº¥t¤@Ãä¤W¡C ¦b³o¸Ì¥L­Ì¯Ê¤ÖªÅ¶¡¡C"
"He got.. thrown into a wall. Is he okay?" / "¥L±o¨ì¡C¡C ¥á¤J¤@­±Àð¾À¡C ¥L¬O¦n¶Ü?"
"No," Princess wrung her hands in distress, "He was more seriously injured than it first appeared. The impact caused a compression fracture and opened an internal hemorrhage. He died while they were regenerating his spine." / "¤£ ," ¤½¥D wrung ­W´oªº¦o¤â," ¥L§óÄY­«¨ü¶Ë³Ó©ó¥¦³Ìªì¥X²{¡C ½ÄÀ»¤Þ°_¤F¤@­ÓÀ£ÁY¯}¸H¦Ó¥B¥´¶}¤F¤@­Ó¤º¦bªº¥X¦å¡C ·í¥L­Ì¥¿¦b¦A²£¥Í¥Lªº¯á´Õ®É­Ô¡A¥L¦º¡C"
"He died??" Jason struggled to sit up. Princess held him down. / "¥L¦º??"³Ç¥Í§V¤O¼õ©]¡C ¤½¥D§â¥L®»¦í¤U¨Ó¡C
"You died three times, Jason..." / "§A¦º¤T¦¸¡A³Ç¥Í¡C¡C¡C"
Jason was growing more and more distressed, "But.. I'm alive.. / ³Ç¥Í¥¿¦b¼W¥[¶V¨Ó¶V¦h­W´o,"¦ý¬O¡C¡C §Ú¬¡µÛ¡C¡C
and he's not? No... no.. damn.. I shouldn't have come here.." / ¦Ó¥B¥L¬O¤£? ¸¹½X¡C¡C ¸¹½X¡C ¶A©G¡C¡C §ÚÀ³¸Ó¤£­n¨Ó³o¸Ìªº¡C¡C"
"Zoltar's EEG trace shows a lot of activity," Princess tried to reassure him, "Mala and I are taking turns watching over him in case he regains consciousness. He's alive: They pulled him through yet again. / "Zoltar's ¸£ªi¹Ï²ª¸ñÅã¥Ü³\¦h¬¡°Ê ," ¤½¥D¸ÕµÛ¨Ï¥L¦w¤ß,"Mala ©M§Ú¥¿¦b½ü¬y¬Ý¦u¥L¡A¥H¨¾¸U¤@¥L¨ú¦^·NÃÑ¡C ¥L¬¡µÛ: ¥L­Ì¦A¤@¦¸¤´µM¬ï¶V©Ô¥L¡C
Somehow, he always comes back." / ¤£ª¾¦ó¬G¡A¥LÁ`¬O¦^¨Ó¡C"
"He'd be alive if I hadn't done what I did," Jason was nearly sobbing by now, "I fucked up again.. I always fuck up.. Always.." / "°²¦p§Ú¤£°µ§Ú°µªº¡A¥L±N·|¬¡µÛ," ³Ç¥Í¥¿¦b´X¥G¨ì¦p¤µµo¥X¶ã«|Án­µ ", §Ú©Ê¥æ¦b¦A¤@¦¸¤W­±¡C¡C §ÚÁ`¬O©Ê¥æ¦b¤W­±¡C¡C Á`¬O¡C¡C"
"You didn't fuck up, Jason. The Luminous One has killed Zoltar more times than anyone can count. It might have done so if he'd come back empty-handed." / " §A¨S¦³©Ê¥æ¦b,¤W­±³Ç¥Í¡C µo¥ú¤@¤w¸g±þ¸û¥ô¦ó¤H¬°¦hªº®É¥N¯à­pºâªº Zoltar ¡C ¥¦¥i¯à³o»ò°µ¦pªG¥L±N·|¨Ó¦V«á¦aªÅ¤â¡C"
Jason stared at her, "Why? Why does it do that?" / ³Ç¥Í¨nµÛ¦o¬Ý,"¬°¤°»ò? ¥¦¬°¤°»ò°µ¨º?"
"To keep Zoltar in line. To set an example for the populace, to remind them of its power." / "«O¦s½uªº Zoltar ¡C ¬°¥­¥Á³]©w¤@­Ó¨Ò¤l,¨Ï¥L­Ì·Q°_¥¦ªº¤O¶q¡C"
Jason sagged back to the bed, "Kinda... like Anderson.." / ³Ç¥Í¦V«á¦a¤U««¨ì§É,"¦³¤@ÂI¡C¡C¡C ³ßÅw¦w¼w»¹¡C¡C"
"Very much like Chief Anderson," Princess agreed sadly. / " «D±`³ßÅw¥D­nªº¦w¼w»¹ ",¤½¥D´d¶Ë¦a¦P·N¡C
Jason was silent for several minutes, "What's going to happen to us, Sis?" / ³Ç¥Í¨HÀq¦n´X¤ÀÄÁ,"±N­nµo¥Í¦b§Ú­Ì¨­¤W,Sis"?
"That depends on you." / " ¨º¥õ¿à§A " ¡C
"Me??" Jason pulled away, "I'm not a traitor. I just want to be left alone." / "§Ú??" ³Ç¥Í¶}¨« ",§Ú¤£¬O¤@­Ó«q°fªÌ¡C §Ú¶È¶È·Q­n³Q¿W¦Û¦a¯d¤U¡C"
Princess got a little nettled, "If that's what you wish." / ¤½¥Dµy·L±o¨ì¥HëC³Â¨ë," ¦pªG¨º¬O§A©ÒÄ@ªº " ¡C
".... What will they do to me?" / ".... ¥L­Ì±N¹ï§Ú°µ¤°»ò?"
"You're in the hands of the 'good guys' right now. If they can keep you and you wish to be left alone, they'll nurse you back to health then arrange for your 'escape'." "I don't want to betray the others," Jason whispered, "But I don't want to face that Luminous One again." / "§A¥ß¨è¬O¦b '¦n³Ã¥ë' ´x´¤¤¤¡C ¨º»ò¹ï©ó§Aªº¦w±Æ '°k¤`' ¡A¦pªG¥L­Ì¯à«O¦s§A¡A¦Ó¥B§A·Q­n¿W¦Û¦a³Q¯d¤U, ¥L­Ì±N§â§A¬ÝÅ@¦^°·±d¡C" " §Ú¤£·Q­n¥X½æ¨ä¾lªÌ ",³Ç¥Í¦Õ»y," ¦ý¬O§Ú¤£¦A·Q­n­±¹ï¨ºµo¥ú¤@ " ¡C
"Is that what you think I am?" Princess spat bitterly, "A traitor?" / " ¨º¬O , §A»{¬°¤°»ò¡A§Ú¬O"? «è«ë¦a³Q¦R¤fªjªº¤½¥D?" ¤@­Ó«q°fªÌ "
"I don't know," Jason stared her in the face, "You tell me." / "§Ú¤£ª¾¹D ," ³Ç¥Í¦bÁy¤¤ª`µø¦o," §A§i¶D§Ú " ¡C
Princess drew herself up defiantly, "I'm a G-Force officer, sworn to protect the innocent and free the oppressed." / ¤½¥D¬DÆ]¦a®¼¯Ý¯¸¥ß,"§Ú¬O a G- ¤O¶qªº©x­û, «OÃÒ«OÅ@µL¶dªÌ¦Ó¥BÄÀ©ñ¨ºÀ£­¢".
"Then why are you still here on Spectra? You should come home." / "µM«á¦bÀWÃФW¬°¤°»ò¬O§A¤´µM? §AÀ³¸Ó¦^®a¡C"
"Nobody said I had to differentiate," Princess stated, then her expression changed, "There's a lot to be learned here, Jason: / "¨S¦³¤H»¡¡A§Ú¥²¶·°Ï§O,"¤½¥D³¯­z,µM«á¦oªºªí¹F§ïÅÜ ", ¨º¸Ì¬O«Ü¦h¦b³o¸Ì³Q¾Ç²ß,³Ç¥Í:
Nothing is at it appears to be. The whole planet's wearing a mask to hide what's really going on." / ²@¤£¬O¦b¥¦¦ü¥G·í¡C ¾ã­Óªº¦æ¬PÀ¹°²­±¨ãÂÃ¥¿¦b¯uªºÄ~ÄòªF¦è¡C"
Jason looked at her skeptically, "Are you sure about that?" / ³Ç¥ÍÃhºÃ¦a¬Ý¦o," §AÃö©ó¨º½T©w"?
"The Luminous One ordered for you and I to be terminated. / " µo¥ú¤@¬°§A©M§Ú©R¥O³Qµ²§ô¡C
Zoltar disputed that order, argued for our lives. That's why you're alive and that's why he's here as well." / Zoltar ª§½×¤F¨º¤@­Ó¦¸§Ç,¬°§Ú­Ìªº¥Í©Rª§½×¡C ¨º¬O , §A¬°¤°»ò¬¡µÛªº¡A¦Ó¥B¨º¬O , ¥L¬°¤°»ò¤]¦b³o¸Ì¡C"
Jason nodded, still confused. His eyes were losing focus, however, "Tired... talk later...?" / ÂIÀYªº³Ç¥Í,¤´µM²V¶Ã¡C ¥Lªº²´·ú¥¿¦b¥¢¥hµJÂI,µM¦Ó,"¯h²Öªº¡C¡C¡C µy«á»¡¸Ü¡C¡C¡C?"
Princess nodded and kissed his cheek gently. / ¤½¥D³vº¥¦aÂIÀY¨Ã¥B§k¥LªºÀU¡C

Jason sighed and stared at the bare purple walls had had housed him for the last several days. He was recovering from his encounter with the Luminous One much faster than he had anticipated and he shared / ¼Û®§¦Ó¥B¨nµÛ¬Ý¨ª»rªºµµ¦âÀð¾Àªº³Ç¥Í¤w¸g¦¬®e¥L³Ì«á¦n´X¤Ñ¡C ¥L¥¿¦b«ì´_¦³µo¥ú¤@ªº¥L¬Û·|¤ñ¥L§Ö³t³\¦h¤w¸g¹w´Á©M¥L¤À¨É
Princess' astonishment at the technology that had saved his arm: He would have full use of it, though it had a long way yet to heal. Now, he sojourned in the same sort of maximum security cell that had housed his 'sister' so many months before. / ¦b¤w¸g¸Ñ±Ï¥Lªº¤âÁu§Þ³Nªº Princess' Å岧: ¥L±N·|¦³¥¦ªº§¹¾ã¨Ï¥Î,ÁöµM¥¦¤´µM¦³¤F¤@­Óªøªº¤èªkªv¡¡C ²{¦b¡A¥L¦b¬Û¦PºØ¦b³o»ò¦h­Ó¤ë¥H«e¤w¸g¦¬®e¥Lªº '©n©f' ªº³Ì¤j¦w¥þ²Ó­M¤¤³r¯d¡C
The indicator light by the door flicked on. Jason listened, tensing warily, "Who's there?" / ªùªº«ü¥Ü¿O»´¼u¦b¤§¤W¡C ³Ç¥ÍÅ¥,¯d¤ß¦a©Ôºò," ½Ö¦³"?
The door slid open, revealing a pair of women guards. "You're wanted," said the one on the left. / ªù·Æ°Ê¶}©ñªº,´¦ÅS¤@¹ï¤k¤H¦u½Ã¡C " §A³Q·Q­n ", ¦b¥ªÃä¤Wªº¨º¤@­Ó»¡¡C
"Happy happy joy joy," Jason muttered but stood up. The guards escorted him down the long corridor to the main doors, where another guard offered him Spectran outer wear for the bitterly cold spring day. / " §Ö¼Öªº§Ö¼ÖÅw³ßÅw³ß ",³Ç¥Í³ä³ä¦Û»y¦ý¬O¯¸°_¨Ó¡C ¦u½Ã§â¥LÅ@½Ã¤U¨Ó¹ï¥D­nªºªùªø¨«´Y,¦b¥t¤@­Ó¦u½Ã¹ï©ó«è«ë´H§Nªº¬K¤Ñ¤é¤l´£¨Ñ¤F¥L Spectran ¥~³¡ªº¬ïµÛ¦a¤è¡C
In silence, Jason pulled it on. / ¦b¨HÀq¤è­±¡A³Ç¥Í©Ô¤F¥¦¦b¤§¤W¡C
The guards led him outside to a small private transport. Jason eyed the two figures waiting there. Princess smiled and waved, pulling her mask aside so he could see her face. The other person wore an enigmatic mask similar to those of the women guards, her knee-length blonde hair whipped up by the wind. / ¦u½Ã¥~­±¤Þ¾É¥L¨ì¤pªº¨p¤H¶Ç°e¡C ³Ç¥Í²´ªº¦b¨º¸Ìµ¥­Ôªº¤G­Ó¼Æ¦r¡C ¤½¥D·L¯º¦Ó¥B´§»R, ¦b¤@Ãä©Ô¦oªº°²­±¨ã¦]¦¹¥L¥i¥H¨£¨ì¦oªºÁy¡C ¥t¤@­Ó¤HÀ¹¤F»P¨º¤k¤H¦u½Ãªº¨º¨ÇÃþ¦üªºÁ¼°²­±¨ã, ¦oªº½¥ªø³Q­·¿E°_ªº¥Õ¦âÀY¾v¡C
"Hi!" Princess held the door open for Jason, "Get in out of the cold before you freeze to death!" / " ¶Ù "! ¤½¥D¬°³Ç¥Í®³µÛªù¤½¶}," µLªk´H§N¦b§A­áµ²¦º¤F¤§«e"!
Jason got into the transport and settled himself in the seat, watching the other woman take the driver's position. She removed her mask, revealing a face identical to Mala's, beautiful and cold, with piercing emerald green eyes. Jason gazed at her. / ³Ç¥Í¦b®y¦ì¤¤¶i¤J¶Ç°e¦Ó¥B¦w¹y¥L¦Û¤v,¬Ý¥t¤@­Ó¤k¤H±a¾r¾p­ûªº¦ì¸m¡C ¦o²¾¨«¤F¦oªº°²­±¨ã,Åã¥Ü¤@­ÓÁy»P Mala's ¬Û¦P,¬üÄRªº©M´H§Nªº,ÂǥѨ방ªº»Aºñ¦â²´·ú¡C ³Ç¥Íª`µø¦o¡C
"This is Zarabeth," Princess introduced her companion with a little grin. / " ³o¬O Zarabeth",¤½¥D¥Î¤pÅS¾¦¯º¤¶²Ð¦oªºªB¤Í¡C
"Good morning," Jason greeted her. / " ¦­¦w " ¡A³Ç¥ÍÅwªï¤F¦o¡C
"Madainn mhath dhut," the other replied in a voice like liquid velvet. Jason felt like swooning. / " Madainn mhath dhut",¥t¤@­Ó¦b¤@ºØ¹³²GÅ骺¤ÑÃZµ³ªºÁn­µ¤¤µªÂСC ³Ç¥Í·Q­n©ü·w¡C
Instead, he turned to Princess. "So where have you been the last couple of days?" he snapped. / ¬Û¤Ïªº¡A¥L¨D§U©ó¤½¥D¡C " ¦p¦¹§A¬O³Ì«á¨â¤Ñ¤F­þ¸Ì "? ¥L«rÂ_¡C
"Working." / " ¤u§@ ".
"So hard that you couldn't spare a moment to at least try to call me?" Zarabeth spared him a speculative glance, a small smile hovering about her full pink lips. She cast a comment back to Princess in her native language, eliciting a mild glare from Jason, and a sigh and return comment from Princess. / " ¦p¦¹ªºÃø¥H­P©ó§AµLªk¼e®¤¹ï¦Ü¤Ö¹Á¸Õªº¤ù¨è¥´¹q¸Üµ¹§Ú"? Zarabeth ¼e®¤¤F¥L«ä¯Á©Êªº¤@¿h,¤@­Ó½L±ÛÃö©ó¦oªº§¹¾ã¯»¬õªº®B¨Æ¤p·L¯º¡C ¦o¥H¦oªº¥À»y§â¤@­Ó·N¨£§ë¦^¤½¥D,¤Þ¥X¨Ó¦Û³Ç¥Íªº·Å©M°{Ä£¥ú,©M¤@Án¼Û®§©M¦^ªð±q¤½¥D§åµû¡C
"A bheil thu cinnteach mu dheidhinn seo?" Jason tried to ignore the Spectran woman's foreign tongue but her voice was so appealing he found himself listening. / " bheil thu cinnteach §Æþ¦r¥À²Ä 12 ¦r dheidhinn seo"? ³Ç¥Í¸ÕµÛ¤£²z¸B Spectran ¤k¤Hªº¥~°ê¦Þ¡A¦ý¬O¦oªºÁn­µ¬O¦p¦¹¤Þ°_¿³½ì¥Lµo²{¥L¦Û¤vÅ¥¡C
"Chan eil, ach..." Princess sighed, "Cho cinnteach riut umamsa." / "Chan eil ¡A ach¡C¡C¡C" ¤½¥D¼Û®§ ",Cho cinnteach riut umamsa¡C"
Zarabeth nodded. Jason wondered if they were talking about him. / Zarabeth ÂIÀY¡C ¬O§_¥L­Ì¥¿¦b½Í½×¥L¡A³Ç¥ÍÃhºÃ¡C
The craft landed at the edge what looked like a sea of bloody light. Jason blinked against the glare, against the blinding intensity of the two suns' reflections. / ­¸¾÷¦b¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¦å¸{¥úªº®ü¬v¤@¼ËªºÃä½tµn³°¡C ³Ç¥Í¯w²´¹ï§Ü°{Ä£¥ú,¤Ï¹ï¤G¤Ó¶§ªº¤Ï¬M¨Ï¤H¯t¥Ø±j¯P¡C
"Llangastram," Princess said, gesturing expansively, "The Plain of Ice Fire. Be glad you're seeing this in spring - it was even more hellish when I saw it." ".. what are we doing here?" Jason asked, mesmerized. / "Llangastram," ¤½¥D»¡,©ö¿±µÈ¦a§@¤â¶Õ,"¦B¤õªº¥­­ì¡C ­n°ª¿³§A¥¿¦b¬K¤Ñ¨£¨ì³o -·í§Ú¨£¨ì¥¦ªº®É­Ô¡A¥¦¬O¬Æ¦Ü§ó¦aº»ªº¡C" ".¡C §Ú­Ì¥¿¦b³o¸Ì°µ¤°»ò?"³Ç¥Í°Ý,¬I¶Ê¯v³N¡C
"Working. Giving you the grand tour." She paused and looked at him, "They gave me the same tour. It explained a lot of things to me." / "¤u§@¡C µ¹§A¤j®È¹C¡C" ¦o¼È°±¦Ó¥B¬Ý¥L ",¥L­Ìµ¹¤©¤F§Ú¬Û¦Pªº®È¹C¡C ¥¦¸ÑÄÀ³\¦h¨Æª«µ¹§Ú¡C"
"It swayed you to the other side, you mean," Jason snapped. / " ¥¦·n°Ê¤F§A¨ì¥t¤@Ãä,§A·N¿× ",³Ç¥Í«rÂ_¡C
Princess wiped the hard look off her face and sighed, "There's nothing you can learn here that would benefit Earth militarily, Jason. / ¤½¥D±q¦oªºÁyÀ¿¤FÃøªº¯«±¡¦Ó¥B¼Û®§," ¦³§A¯à¦b³o¸Ì¤F¸Ñ¨ºªº¨S¨Æ±N·|­x¨Æ¨ü¯q¦a²y,³Ç¥Í¡C
You can't learn anything here that you aren't willing to learn." / §A¤£¯à¾Ç²ß¥ô¦ó¨Æ§A¤£¼Ö·N¾Ç²ßªº³o¸Ì¡C"
"Is that why you brought me here? To try to schmooze me into betraying my world?" / "¨º¬O , §A¬°¤°»ò±a§Ú¨Ó³o¸Ì¶Ü? ¸ÕµÛ¶i¤J¥X½æ§Úªº¥@¬É¤§¤º¶¢½Í§Ú?"
Princess caught Zarabeth's warning glance. Jason stared out over the scarlet plain. Presently, something caught his eye. "Is there.. something wrong with the glass? It looks faulted, but its too regular." He bent down and examined what appeared to be regular cuts in the glass, neatly arranged in rows. / ¤½¥D¤Þ°_¤F Zarabeth's ĵ§i¤@¿h¡C ³Ç¥Í¦bªÎ´´¦âªº¥­­ì¤§¤Wª`µø¥X¡C ¥Ø«e¡A¬Y¨Æ¤Þ°_¥Lªºª`·N¡C "¦b¨º¸Ì¡C¡C ¬Á¼þ¦³¤ò¯f? ¥¦¬Ý¹L¥¢, ¦ý¬O¥¦ªº¤Ó³W«hªº¡C"¥LÅs¤U¨­¦Ó¥B½Õ¬d¤F¦ü¥G¬O¬Á¼þªº¤@¯ë«d´îªºªF¦è ,¾ã¼ä¦a¦b±Æ¤¤¦w±Æ¡C
"They're names," Princess said. Jason paled in the face of her explanation. / " ¥L­Ì¬O¦W¦r ",¤½¥D»¡¡C ³Ç¥Í¤£ÅU¦oªº¸ÑÄÀÅÜ»a¥Õ¡C
They toured many of the same sites that Princess had seen, and many others that she had not originally been shown. Finally, the transport spiralled down near a sheer cliff, riddled with caves. / ¥L­Ì¹CÄý¤j³¡¥÷¬Û¦Pªº¦ì¸m¨º¤@¦ì¤½¥D¤w¸g¨£¨ì, ©M³\¦h¨ä¥¦¦o¨S¦³¥»¨Ó³QÅã¥Ü¡C ³Ì«á¡A¶Ç°e spiralled ¦bµ´¹ïªºÄa±VªþªñåP¸¨,¥H¬}¸ÑÁ¼¡C
"Where are we now?" Jason asked. / " ²{¦b§Ú­Ì¦b­þ¸Ì "? ³Ç¥Í°Ý¡C
"This is Englesmere," Princess replied, "A protected zone where we may speak freely." / "³o¬O Englesmere," ¤½¥DµªÂÐ," §Ú­Ì¥i¯à¦Û¥Ñ¦a»¡ªº¤@­Ó³Q«OÅ@ªº¦a°ì ".
The transport settled down onto a landing padd and was slowly towed to a port. Finally, it came to rest, surrounded by glowing green lamps that lit the murky purple interior. Jason followed Princess and / ¦bµn³° padd ¤§¤W³Q¦w©w¤U¨Ó¨Ã¥BºCºC¦a³Q©ì¨ì¤@­Ó´ä¤fªº¶Ç°e¡C ³Ì«á¡A¥¦¨Ó¥ð®§, ³Qµo«G¤FÂK·tªºµµ¦â¤º³¡ªº¥Õ¼öºñ¦âªº¿O¥]³ò¡C ³Ç¥Í¸òÀH¤F¤½¥D©M
Zarabeth out. The tin-milk smell was mixed with water smells, dank and mildew, and mineral smells. / ¦b¥~ªº Zarabeth¡C ¿ü- ¤û¥¤ªº¨ý¹D³Q©M¤ô¨ý¹D²V¦X, ³z¤ôªº©M¾` , ©MÄqª«¨ý¹D¡C
"Where are we going?" Jason asked as Zarabeth led them deeper into the caves. / " §Ú­Ì¥¿­n¥h­þ¸Ì "? ·í Zarabeth ¶i¤J¬}¤§¤º§ó²`¤J¦a¤Þ¾É¤F¥L­Ìªº®É­Ô¡A³Ç¥Í°Ý¡C
"Somewhere safe to talk," Princess replied. / " ¬Y³B¦w¥þ»¡¸Ü",¤½¥DµªÂСC
"Isn't it safe here?" / " ¥¦¤£¦b³o¸Ì¬O«OÀI½c"?
"Not yet. We're too near the surface." / "¤£¬O¤´µM¡C §Ú­Ì¤]¦bªí­±ªºªþªñ¡C"
"You mean the Luminous One can find us." Princess nodded. "Then why bother coming all the way out here?" / " §A·N¿×µo¥ú¤@¯àµo²{§Ú­Ì " ¡C ¤½¥DÂIÀY¡C " µM«á¬°¤°»ò¦b³o¸Ì·ÐÂZ¨ÓÁ{©Ò¦³ªº¥X¸ô "?
"Because there are places where it *can't* find us." / " ¦]¬°¦³¦a¤è¦b­þ¸Ì¥¦ *¤£¯à*µo²{§Ú­Ì".
Zarabeth led them further into the dimly lit cavern. Jason was nearly overpowered by the mixed alien smells and wondered if it was safe to continue on. Princess, however, showed no signs of difficulty. They stopped before a door, which Zarabeth opened, revealing a room rough-hewn from the surrounding purple rock. / Zarabeth ¶i¤J·L·tµo«Gªº¥¨¥Þ¤§¤º§ó¶i¤@¨B¤Þ¾É¤F¥L­Ì¡C ³Ç¥Í´X¥G³Q²V¦Xªº¥~¹´À»±Ñ¤F¨ý¹D¨Ã¥BÃhºÃ¬O§_Ä~Äò¬O¦w¥þªº¡C ¤½¥D¡AµM¦Ó¡AÅã¥Ü¤F¨S¦³§xÃøªº¸ñ¶H¡C ¥L­Ì¦b¤@®°ªù¤§«e°±¤î,Zarabeth ¥´¶},´¦ÅS©Ð¶¡²ÊÁW-¨Ó¦Û©P³òªºµµ¦â©¥¥Ûªº hewn¡C
Princess ushered Jason inside, then turned to the woman, / ¤½¥D¤Þ¾É¤F³Ç¥Í¤º³¡, µM«á¨D§U©ó¤k¤H,
"Fichead mhionaid? Mu dheidhinn?" Zarabeth nodded and closed the door on her way out, locking it behind her. Princess sighed deeply, "Okay. / "Fichead mhionaid? §Æþ¦r¥À²Ä 12 ¦r dheidhinn?"Zarabeth ¦b¥X¥hªº³~¤¤ÂIÀY¨Ã¥BÃö³¬ªù, Âê©w¦b¦o«á­±ªº¥¦¡C ¤½¥D²`²`¦a¼Û®§,"¦n¡C
Now I can answer your questions." / ²{¦b§Ú¯à¦^µª§Aªº°ÝÃD¡C"
"Great; from one prison to the next... Are you sure you trust these guys?" / "¤j®v; ±q¤@©ÒºÊº»¨ì¤U¤@­Ó¡C¡C¡C §A½T©w§A«H°Uªº³o¨Ç³Ã¥ë¶Ü?"
Princess smiled gently, "This isn't a prison, Jason. This is somewhere we can talk undisturbed. Zarabeth will make sure nobody disturbs us until we call for her. Yes, I trust these guys." / ¤½¥D³vº¥¦a·L¯º,"³o¤£¬O¤@©ÒºÊº»¡A³Ç¥Í¡C ³o¬Y³B§Ú­Ì¯à»¡¸Ü¥¼¨ü¨ì¤zÂZªº¡C Zarabeth ±N½T©w¡A¨S¦³¤HÂZ¶Ã§Ú­Ì¡Aª½¨ì§Ú­Ì¥l¨Ó¦o¡C ¬Oªº¡A§Ú«H¿à³o¨Ç³Ã¥ë¡C"
Jason snorted, "Don't blame me if I don't share your sentiment at the moment, Princess." / ³Ç¥Í¼QµÛ®ð§ËÅT»ó¤l," ¤£³d³Æ§Ú¦pªG§Ú¦¹¨è¤£¤À¨É§Aªº±¡ºü,¤½¥D".
"I know. It took me a while, too." / "§Úª¾¹D¡C ¤]ªá§Ú¤@·|¨à¡C"
"So why don't these people get together and overthrow the / " ¦p¦¹¬°¤°»ò¤£³o¨Ç¤H­Ì»E¦b¤@°_¦Ó¥B¥´­Ë¨º
Luminous One? Surely they realize what's going on..." / µo¥úªº¤@? ·íµM¥L­Ì¤F¸Ñ¥¿¦bÄ~ÄòªºªF¦è¡C¡C¡C"
"They do," Princess nodded, "They're trying to. They've been trying for over four hundred years." / "¥L­Ì°µ,"¤½¥DÂIÀY ", ¥L­Ì¥¿¦b¹Á¸Õ¨ì¡C ¥L­Ì¤w¸g¹Á¸Õ¹F¶W¹L¥|¦Ê¦~¤§¤[¡C"
"So why don't they just drop a few hundred atomic bombs on it?" / " ¦p¦¹¬°¤°»ò¤£¥L­Ì¶È¶È­°§C¦b¥¦¤Wªº¼Æ¦Ê­ì¤l¼u"?
Princess smirked, "Well that'd be the end of Spectra pretty quick. The end of them, too. Jason, do you remember that time we unmasked Zoltar in the Himalayas, and the Luminous One appeared?" Jason nodded. "It projected itself all the way from Spectra, teleported / ¤½¥D¼H¼H°µ¯º," ¦nªº that'd ¬OÀWÃЪºµ²§ô¬Û·í§Ö¡C ¥L­Ìªºµ²§ô,¤]¡C ³Ç¥Í, §A¨º¦¸°O±o§Ú­Ì²æ¥h°²­±¨ã¤F³ß°¨©Ô¶®¤sªº Zoltar, ©Mµo¥ú¤@¥X²{?"³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY¡C "¥¦­pµe¤F¥¦¥»¨­¨Ó¦ÛÀWÃЪº©Ò¦³¤èªk,§Q¥Î¤ßÆF¶Ç°Ê
Zoltar back to Spectra from Earth." "I know. And your point is?" / Zoltar ¦^¨ì¨Ó¦Û¦a²yªºÀWÃСC" "§Úª¾¹D¡C ¦Ó¥B§AªºÆ[ÂI¬O?"
"Its the reason Spectra is dying. That thing can vaporize the planet." / "¥¦ªº²z¥ÑÀWÃЦº¤`¡C ¨º¤@¥ó¨Æª«¯à¨Ï¦æ¬P»]µo¡C"
"So vaporize it first," Jason shrugged, "Shit, how hard could that be?" / "­º¥ý¦p¦¹¨Ï¥¦»]µo,"³Ç¥ÍÁqªÓ,"ÁT,¨º¬O¦h»òªºÃø"?
"Very hard. Its telepathic, Jason. How are you going to vaporize something that can see into your head and know what you're doing?" / "«D±`§V¤O¦a¡C ¥¦ªººë¯«·PÀ³³Nªº,³Ç¥Í¡C §A¦p¦ó±N­n¨Ï¯àÀ˵ø§AªºÀY¦Ó¥Bª¾¹D§A¥¿¦b°µªº¬Y¨Æ»]µo?"
"So wrap the bombs in spiridium." / " ¦p¦¹¥]¸Ë spiridium ªº¬µ¼u " ¡C
"You're getting close," Princess grinned, "The problem is that it feeds off that kind of energy: Dropping a bomb on it is akin to giving it a Twinkie. It's taken the Spectrans four hundred years to learn *how* to kill the Luminous One but they have to wait until its cycle is complete before they can strike. It's taken four hundred years to learn its weakness, a hundred to synthesize the compound and they're still waiting for the right moment when the Luminous One will be weak enough to allow delivery." / "§A¥¿¦b±µªñ,"¤½¥DÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º ",°ÝÃD¬O¥¦Â÷¶}¨ººØ¯à·½Áý: ­°§C¦b¥¦¤Wªº¤@­Ó¬µ¼u©Mµ¹¥¦ Twinkie Ãþ¦ü¡C ¥¦³Qªá Spectrans ¥|¦Ê¦~¾Ç²ß *¦p¦ó* ±þ¤@¦ý¬O¥L­Ì¥²¶·µ¥­Ôªºµo¥úª½¨ì¦b¥L­Ì¯à§ðÀ»¤§«e , ¥¦ªº©P´Á¬O§¹¥þªº¡C ¥¦³Qªá¥|¦Ê¦~¾Ç²ß¥¦ªº®zÂI, ¦Êºî¦X²V¦Xª«©M¥L­Ì¤´µM¥¿¦bµ¥­Ôµo¥ú¤@±N°÷®z¨Ó¤¹³\»¼°eªº¥¿½T¤ù¨è¡C"
"And how have they managed all this without the Luminous One knowing about it?" / " ¦Ó¥B¥L­Ì¦p¦ó³B²z¤F©Ò¦³ªº³o¨S¦³Ãö©ó¥¦ªºµo¥ú¤@ª¾¹D"?
"You're standing in the answer." / " §A¦bµª®×¤¤¯¸¥ß " ¡C
"What, they're gonna load it with spiridium? What's that gonna do, stink it to death?" / "¤°»ò,¥L­Ì±N­n¥Î spiridium ¸Ë¸ü¥¦? ¤°»ò¬O¥h°µ,¹ï¦º¤`µo¯ä¨ý¥¦?"
"They learned that the natural spiridium caves could block the / " ¥L­Ì¤F¸Ñ¤F¦ÛµM spiridium ¬}¥i¥Hªý¶ë¨º
Luminous One. It's like lead blocks Superman, only the Luminous One doesn't seem to realize that its there at all." / µo¥úªº¤@¡C ¥¦¹³½u¯Áªý¶ë¶W¤H, ¥u¦³µo¥ú¤@¦ü¥G¤£¤F¸Ñ¨º¥¦ªº¦b¨º¸Ì¥þµM¡C"
"So they're going to encase it in spiridium and send it hurtling towards the nearest sun." / " ¦]¦¹¥L­Ì¥¿¦b¥h¦b spiridium ¤¤¸Ë¤J¥¦¨Ã¥B°e¥¦¦V³Ìªñªº¤Ó¶§¸I¼² " ¡C
"No. The Spectrans don't want to drive it away, like it was driven away from Earth. They want to destroy it completely so that it can't take over any more systems." / " ¸¹½X Spectrans ¤£·Q­n¾r¾p¥¦Â÷¶},¹³¥¦±q¦a²y³Q¶}¨«¤F¡C ¥L­Ì·Q­n§¹¥þ¦a¯}Ãa¥¦¡A¥H«K¥¦¤£¯à±µºÞ¥ô¦óªº¨t²Î¡C"
"So how are they going to kill it?" / " ¦p¦¹¥L­Ì¦p¦ó±N­n±þ¥¦ "?
Princess' lip twitched, "With a bomb." Jason threw up his hands and Princess laughed, "But its not an ordinary bomb. The Spectrans have worked for centuries in secret to create this substance, with scientists from other worlds that the Luminous One had conquored." / Princess' ®B²r©Ô," ¥Ñ©ó¤@­Ó¬µ¼u ". ³Ç¥ÍÁ|°_¥Lªº¤â¡A¦Ó¥B¤½¥D¯º," ¦ý¬O¥¦ªº¤£¤@­Ó¥­±`ªº¬µ¼u¡C Spectrans ¤w¸g¯µ±K¦a¤u§@ªø¹F¼Æ¥@¬ö¤§¤[³Ð³y³oª«½è, »P¨Ó¦Û¨ä¥Lªº¥@¬É¬ì¾Ç®a¤@¦³¤F conquored ªºµo¥ú¡C"
"Well tug my gear-shift and call me a five-speed. Guess I'll go home now and tell the Chief that the war's taken care of." / "´é¥X¥Î¤O©Ô§Úªº¤u¨ã- ÅܤƦӥB¥´¹q¸Üµ¹§Ú¤@¤­-³t«×¡C ²q´ú§Ú²{¦b±N¦^®a¦Ó¥B§i¶D»â³S³Q·ÓÅUªº¾Ôª§¡C"
Princess rolled her eyes, "First, there's no spiridium on Earth. / ±²¦oªº²´·ú¤½¥D,"²Ä¤@,¨S¦³¦b¦a²y¤Wªº spiridium ¡C
Do that, and you might as well have walked into the audience chamber and announced it with brass bands. Second, its not that easy: The / °µ¨º¡A¦Ó¥B§A³Ì¦n¤w¸g¨«¶i¤JÅ¥²³·|ij«Ç¨Ã¥B¥ÎºÞ¼Ö¶¤«Å§G¥¦¡C ¬í, ¥¦ªº¤£¨º®e©öªº: ¨º
Spectrans have been waiting fifty years for its cycle to wind down. / Spectrans ¤w¸gµ¥­Ô¥¦ªº©P´Á¤­¤Q¦~°±¤î¡C
Though the time is close, its not 'now' and it might not be 'now' for another fifty years." / ÁöµM®É¶¡¬Oµ²§ô,¥¦ªº¤£¬O '²{¦b' ©M¥¦¡C"
"So how are they going to deliver this bomb once it *is* right?" / " ¦p¦¹¥L­Ì¦p¦ó±N­n»¼°e³o¤@­Ó¬µ¼u¤@¥¹¥¦ *¬O*Åv§Q"?
"It has to be delivered into the Luminous One's body. It can't be dropped from the air or anything like that. It has to be personal and that means it has to be somebody the Luminous One allows close." / "¥¦¥²¶·¶i¤J¤@­Óµo¥úªº«ÍÅ餧¤º³Q»¼°e¡C ¥¦¤£¯à³Q±q¹³¨ºªºªÅ®ð©Î¥ô¦ó¨Æ±¼¸¨¡C ¥¦¥²¶·¬O­Ó¤Hªº¡A¦Ó¥B¨º·N¿×¥¦¥²¶··í¬Y¤H¤@¤¹³\µ²§ôªºµo¥ú¡C"
"Farrrr out," Jason drawled, "And I can even find you a volunteer. We'll just drop Mark in on it." Princess glared. "Oh for fuck's sake, Princess, don't tell me you still care about that schmuck!" / "¦b¥~ªº Farrrr,"³Ç¥ÍÃi¬v¬v¦a»¡ ",©M§Ú¯à¬Æ¦Üµo²{§A¤@­Ó§ÓÄ@ªÌ¡C §Ú­Ì±N¶È¶È­°§C°¨§J¦b¥¦¤W¡C"¤½¥Dµo¯t¥ú¡C " ®@¦]¬°©Ê¥æ½t¬G¡A¤½¥D, ¤£§i¶D§Ú§A¤´µMÃö¤ß¨º¤@­Ó²Â¤H"!
"No... not after how he treated me. Not after..." "I know," Jason interrupted, softening suddenly, "You don't have to say it. I remember all too well. It's either him or Tiny.. I'd rather drop Mark though.. and there's no way in hell we could get / "¸¹½X¡C¡C ¤£¦b¥L¦p¦ó¹ï«Ý¤F§Ú¤§«á¡C ¤£¬O¦b¤§«á¡C¡C¡C" "§Úª¾¹D ," ³Ç¥Í¥´Â_, ³n¤Æ³B²z¬ðµM,"§A¤£¤@©w­n»¡¥¦¡C §Ú¥þ³¡¤]°O±o±o¦n¡C ¥¦¬O©Î¥L©Î·¥¤pªº¡C¡C §Ú±N·|¹ç¥iÁöµM­°§C°¨§J¡C¡C ¦Ó¥B¨S¦³§Ú­Ì¥i¥H±o¨ìªº¦aº»¤èªk
Anderson to come to Spectra, let alone drop him on the Luminous One's nest." / ¦w¼w»¹¨ì¹FÀWÃÐ, ¿W¦Û¦aÅý¦b¤@­Óµo¥úªº±_¤W­°§C¥L¡C"
"The Luminous One wouldn't let him or Mark or Tiny or anybody else anywhere near it. The weapon has to be delivered into its 'body' and that's not going to be easy." She sighed and scratched her fingers through her hair, "Tiny's... Tiny's okay. We talked." / " µo¥ú¤@±N¤£Åý¥L©Î°¨§J©Î·¥¤pªº©Î¨ä¥L¥ô¦ó¤H¦b¥¦ªþªñªº¥ô¦ó¦a¤è¡C ªZ¾¹¥²¶·¶i¤J¥¦ªº '¨­Åé' ¤§¤º³Q»¼°e¡A¦Ó¥B¨º¨S¦³¦b¥h¬O®e©öªº¡C" ¦o¸g¹L¦oªºÀY¾v¼Û®§¦Ó¥BÀ¿¦oªº¤â«ü ",·¥¤pªº¡C¡C¡C ·¥¤pªº¦n¡C §Ú­Ì»¡¸Ü¡C"
"Yeah he's alright.. a little pudgey around the middle.." / " ¬Oªº¥L¬O¦nªº¡C¡C ¦b¤¤¥¡ªº©P³ò¤@¨Ç pudgey¡C¡C"
"Jason.... Did it ever occur to you how much we were hurting / "³Ç¥Í.... ´¿¸g°µ¤F¥¦¹ï§Aµo¥Í¦h¤Ö§Ú­Ì¥¿¦b¶Ë®`
Tiny with the fat jokes?" / ·¥¤pªº¥Ñ©ó­D¯º¸Ü?"
Jason felt his cheeks flaming up, "At the time... no.. but yeah, I do now. Why do you think we don't say much other than 'hi how are you'?" he shook his head, "I don't talk to any of them much." He sighed and looked up at the bleak purple walls. / ³Ç¥Í¦V¤W·Pı¥LªºÀU¿U¿Nªº,"¦b¨º®É¡C¡C¡C ¸¹½X¡C ¦ý¬Oªº,§Ú²{¦b°µ¡C §A¬°¤°»ò»{¬°§Ú­Ì¤£»¡¦h¥t¥~¦a¶W¹L ' ¶Ù§A¦n¶Ü'?" ¥L·nÀY ",§Ú¥L­Ì¤£©M¥ô¦ó»¡¸Ü«Ü¦h¡C" ¥L¼Û®§¦Ó¥B¬Ý¦b¿½·æªºµµ¦âÀð¾À¤W­±¡C
"It's pretty gross, isn't it," Princess said, following his gaze, "It took them seventy years to perfect transparent spiridium. The first place they installed it was Zoltar's new home." Jason nodded. / "¥¦¬Oº}«GªºÁ`¼Æ , ¥¦¤£¬O ," ¤½¥D»¡,¸òÀH¥Lªºª`µø,"¥L­Ìªá¤C¤Q¦~¨Ï³z©úªº spiridium §¹¬ü¡C ²Ä¤@­Ó¦a¤è¥L­Ì¦w¸Ë¥¦¬O Zoltar's ªº·s®a¡C"³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY¡C
"They may install it in your... rooms..." / "¥L­Ì¥i¯à¦b§Aªº¦w¸Ë¥¦¡C¡C¡C ©Ð¶¡¡C¡C¡C"
"If I'm here long enough for them to do it," he looked rebellious, then turned to gaze at her earnestly, "Are you sure you won't go back with me?" / " ¦pªG§Ú¤[¨¬°÷¦b³o¸ÌÅý¥L­Ì°µ¥¦",¥L¬Ý°_¨Ó³y¤Ï, ¨º»ò·Ç³Æ»{¯u¦aª`µø¦o," §A½T©w§A±N¤£©M§Ú¦^¥h¶Ü "?
"I'm sure, Jason. I'm appreciated here; people want me and like me. I'm loved here." / "§Ú½T©w,³Ç¥Í¡C §Ú¦b³o¸Ì³Q·P¿E; ¤H­Ì·Q­n§Ú¨Ã¥B³ßÅw§Ú¡C §Ú¦b³o¸Ì³Q·R¡C"
"And what if I came back, dragging Mark and the others, to come and get you?" / " ¦Ó¥B¤°»ò¦pªG§Ú¦^¨Ó,©ì©Ô°¨§J©M¨ä¾lªÌ, ¨Ó¦Ó¥B±o¨ì§A"?
"Then I'd have to fight you." / " µM«á§Ú±N·|¥²¶·¹ï§Ü§A " ¡C
"You wouldn't win, Princess. Mark'd have you shot." / "§A±N¤£Ä¹±o,¤½¥D¡C Mark'd §A®gÀ»¤F¡C"
"Then I'll die here. They need me here, Jason. They need my abilities. I'm useful, even necessary, here." / "µM«á§Ú±N¦b³o¸Ì¦º¡C ¥L­Ì»Ý­n§Ú³o¸Ì³Ç¥Í¡C ¥L­Ì»Ý­n§Úªº¯à¤O¡C §Ú¬O¦³¥Îªº,¥­©Zªº¥²»Ý«~,¦b³o¸Ì¡C"
"And you're not needed on Earth? Have you forgotten about your duties to G-Force?" / "¦Ó¥B§A¤£³Q¦b¦a²y¤W»Ý­n? §A§Ñ°OÃö©ó¹ï G ªº§A³d¥ôªº¨Æ¤F-¤O¶q?"
Princess' voice turned bitter, "Ah yes, my duties.. Duties so vital you've been getting along just fine without me for over a year." / Princess' Án­µÅÜ­Wªº," °Ú¬Oªº,§Ú³d¥ô¡C¡C ³d¥ô¦p¦¹­«­n§A¨S¦³§Ú¤w¸g¬Û³B¥¿ª½ªº»@´Ú¬°¦b¤@¦~¥H¨Ó¡C"
"Or so you'd like to think.." / "¥ª¥k§A·Q­n·Q¡C¡C"
"Earth needs me *here*, stopping the war at its source, fighting to bring down the *real* enemy!" / " ¦a²y»Ý­n§Ú *³o¸Ì*,¦b¥¦ªº¨Ó·½°±¤î¾Ôª§, ¹ï§Ü¥´­Ë¨º *¯u¥¿ªº*¼Ä¤H"!
"Then why don't we bring the whole fucking intergalactic army here? They'd be more than happy to stop the war at its source." / "µM«á¬°¤°»ò§Ú­Ì¤£±a¥þ³¡¦b³o¸Ì©Ê¥æ»Èªe¶¡ªº­x¶¤? ¥L­Ì±N·|«Ü§Ö¼Öªº¦b¥¦¨Ó·½°±¤î¾Ôª§¡C"
"I'd like that! The Spectrans would like that! How likely do you think Chief Anderson would be to buy what I'm telling you? How likely do you think he'd be of believing what's going on?" / "§Ú·Q­n¨º! Spectrans ·Q­n¨º! ¦p¦ó©Î³\§A»{¬°¶Ü¡A¥D­nªº¦w¼w»¹±N·|¬O¶R§Ú¥¿¦b§i¶D§Aªº? ¦p¦ó©Î³\§A»{¬°¥L±N·|¬O¬Û«H¤°»ò¥¿¦bÄ~Äò¶Ü?"
Jason sighed, sagging against the rough stone wall, "Damned little. And he'll believe me even less if I come home empty handed." / ³Ç¥Í¼Û®§,¤U««¹ï§Ü²ÊÁWªº¥ÛÀYÀð¾À,"¤Ö¶A©G¡C ¦Ó¥B¦pªG§Ú¦^®a¡A¥L±N¬Æ¦Ü§ó¤Ö¬Û«H§Ú²MªÅ¶Ç»¼¡C"
"When a move *is* made against the Luminous One, it'll plunge / " ·í¤@¦¸²¾°Ê *¬O*¤£§Q©óµo¥ú¤@,¥¦±N­Ë¤U
Spectra into civil war. A lot of the planet is against it, but there are still a lot of people who are loyal to it." / ¶i¤J¤º¾Ô¤§¤ºªºÀWÃСC ³\¦h¦æ¬P¬O¤Ï¹ï¥¦, ¦ý¬O¤´µM¦³¹ï¥¦¬O©¾¸Ûªº³\¦h¤H¡C"
"On the other hand.... I could save Mark a few bullets if I took you out right now. At least Anderson would think I'd done something right for a change.." Princess stared at him. "Don't look at me like that! Do you think me and Tiny like doing your shit-work? Do you think we like having to listen to Anderson rant on about how I can't do my job because I gotta do yours? I mean.. fuck, I take you out, the best thing that could happen is I get my ass shot to death!" Princess looked away. / " ¥t¤@¤è­±.... ¦pªG§Ú¥ß¨è±a§A¥X¥h¡A§Ú·|¸`¬Ù°¨§J¤@¨Ç¤l¼u¡C ¦Ü¤Ö¦w¼w»¹±N·|»{¬°§Ú¤w¸g¬°¤@­Ó§ïÅÜ°µ¥¿½TªºªF¦è¡C¡C"¤½¥D¨nµÛ¥L¬Ý¡C "¬Ý§Ú°_¨Ó¤£¹³¨º! §A·Q§Ú©M·¥¤pªº¦PÃþ°µ§AªºÁT¶Ü-¤u§@? §A»{¬°§Ú­Ì³ßÅw¥²¶·Å¥¨ì¦w¼w»¹²Ê¨¥¶Ü¦bÃö©ó¤§¤W¦]¬°§Ú¥²¶·°µ¡A©Ò¥H§Ú¦p¦ó¤£¯à°µ§Úªº¤u§@§Aªº? §Ú·N¿×¡C¡C ©Ê¥æ,§Ú±a§A¥X¥h, ¥i¥Hµo¥Íªº³Ì¦n¨Æª«¬O§Ú®³ª`®gµ¹§ÚªºÆj¦º¤F!"¤½¥D¬ÝÂ÷¶}¡C
"Send me home in a body bag," Jason whispered, "I wouldn't have to listen to any of them any more.." / "¦b¤@­Ó¨­Åé³U¤l¤¤¬£»º§Ú¦^®a,"³Ç¥Í¦Õ»y ",§Ú±N·|¨S¦³¦AÅ¥¨ì¥L­Ì¤§¤¤ªº¥ô¦ó¤@­Ó¡C¡C"
"That's the other reason I won't go home." / " ¨º¬O§Ú±N¤£¦^®aªº¥t¤@­Ó²z¥Ñ " ¡C
"Whatsa matta, Princess? Or haven't you been keeping track of your fellow team mates?" / "Whatsa matta?¤½¥D ©Î§AÁÙ¨S´x´¤§Aªº¤H¸ê°T¤p²ÕªB¤Í¶Ü?"
The resentful anger that Princess had been hiding suddenly flared up, "Tell me something Jason - If I'm so damned important and everybody misses me so much, why is it you *snuck* out to try to find me a whole fucking YEAR after I went missing?! Why is it nobody else has so much as tried?! So don't give me this shit about how you hate doing my job when its taken you *this long* even to think about looking for me! I don't want to go 'home' because nobody ever says 'thank you' or 'how are you feeling after that miserable battle' or gives anybody anything but crap for anything they do!" / ¨º¤@¦ì¤½¥D¤w¸gÂìðµM¬ðµM¿U°_ªº¼««ë©Á«ã," §i¶D§Ú¬Y¨Æ³Ç¥Í - ¦pªG§Ú¬O¦p¦¹¸Ó¦º­«­nªº©M¨C­Ó¤H³£·Q©À§Ú³o»ò¦h, ¬°¤°»ò¦b¥~¬O¥¦§A *snuck* ¸ÕµÛµo²{§Ú¥þ³¡¦b§Ú¤£¨£¦~¤§«á©Ê¥æ?! ¬°¤°»ò¬O¥¦¨S¦³¤H§Oªº¦h¦P¼Ë¦a³o»ò¦³¸ÕÅç¹Lªº?! ¦p¦¹¤£µ¹§Ú³oÁTÃö©ó§A¦p¦ó¼¨«ë°µ§Úªº¤u§@·í¥¦ªº±a§A *³o´÷±æ* ¬Æ¦Ü·Q§ä´M§Ú! §Ú¤£·Q­n¥h '¦^®a'¦]¬°¨S¦³¤H´¿¸g¬°¥ô¦ó¨Æ»¡ ' ÁÂÁ§A ' ©ÎªÌ ' §A¦p¦ó·Pı¦b¨º³õ´dºGªº¾Ôª§¤§«á ' ©ÎªÌ¨M¤£µ¹¥ô¦ó¤HÂY¨â­Ó»ë¤l¥X²{ªº¿é¼Æ¥Ø , ¥L­Ì°µ!"
Jason pulled back his sleeve to reveal a badly scarred wrist, "I been doing time, Princess! Chief Anderson had me locked in Psycho for three fucking months after I tried doing myself in. Had me all fucked up on drugs. I couldn't have come looking for you if I'd tried." / ³Ç¥Í¦V«á¦a©Ô¥Lªº³SÅã¥ÜÄY­«¦aµ²¬Íªº¤âµÃ," §Ú°µ®É¶¡¡A¤½¥D! ¥D­nªº¦w¼w»¹¦b§Ú¹Á¸Õ°µ§Ú¦Û¤v¶i¤J¤§«á¡A§Ú¬°¤T­Ó©Ê¥æ¼Æ­Ó¤ë¤HÂê¦bºë¯«¯f±w¤F¡C §Ú¥þ³¡©Ê¥æ¤F¦bÃĤW¤W­±¡C ¦pªG§Ú¦³¹Á¸Õ¡A§ÚµLªk¤w¸g¨Ó§ä´M§A¡C"
Princess yanked on her jersey to reveal a thick slug of scar tissue over her heart, "Been there, done that. You think you're the only one?" / ¤½¥D¦b¦oªº¤ò´¹B°Ê­m¤W±j©ÔÅã¥Ü¦b¦oªº¤ß¤W¤@­Ó¬Í²ªÁ¡ªº¯½Â´«~ªº«pªä¶ô," ¬O¦b¨º¸Ì,°µ¨º¡C §A»{¬°§A¬O°ß¤@ªº¤@­Ó?"
Jason stared, blinking back a sudden shock of tears. "I don't want anyone's thanks, Princess. I just want to be left alone." He started up suddenly, agitated, "I'm sick of all this shit -- sick of listening, sick of acting. I'm burned out: Why do you think I tried suicide? Why do you think I'm so obsessed with death?" He dropped to his knees, sagging against the wall, "..would've succeeded the last time, if Mark hadn't pulled the gun from my head..." Princess closed her eyes, flooded by painful memories. "I'm scared," Jason wept, / ³Ç¥Íª`µø,¦V«á¦a¯w²´¤@­Ó²\ºwªº¬ðµMÅåÀ~¡C "§Ú¤£·Q­n¥ô¦ó¤HÁÂÁ¡A¤½¥D¡C §Ú¶È¶È·Q­n³Q¿W¦Û¦a¯d¤U¡C" ¥L¶}©l¦b¬ðµM¤W­±,¨Ï "·n°Ê, §Ú¹½·Ð©Ò¦³ªº³oÁT -- Å¥,ºtÀ¸ªº¯f¤H¯f¤H¡C §Ú³Q¿NÃa: §A¬°¤°»ò»{¬°§Ú¹Á¸Õ¤F¦Û±þ? §A¬°¤°»ò»{¬°§Ú¬O¦p¦¹µÛ°g©ó¦º¤`?"¥L­°§C¨ì¥Lªº½¥,¤U««¹ï§ÜÀð¾À ",.¡Cwould've ¦¨¥\¤F³Ì«á¤@¦¸,¦pªG°¨§J¤£¦³©Ô¤F¨Ó¦Û§ÚªºÀYºj¡C¡C¡C"¤½¥DÃö³¬¤F¦oªº²´·ú, ³Qµh­W°O¾Ð¥ÆÀÝ¡C " §Ú³QÅåÀ~ ",³Ç¥Í­úª_,
"Scared and tired.. and I don't know what to do any more. I'm just a fucking loser, Princess.. I can't do anything right..." / " ÅåÀ~©M¯h²Öªº¡C¡C ¦Ó¥B§Ú¤£ª¾¹D¸Ó¦A°µ¤°»ò¡C §Ú¥u¬O¤@­Ó©Ê¥æ¥¢±ÑªÌ¡A¤½¥D¡C¡C §Ú¤£¯à°µ¥ô¦ó¨ÆÅv§Q¡C¡C¡C"
"That's Anderson talking," Princess said softly, "I've learned that, now." / "¨º¬O¦w¼w»¹»¡¸Üªº ," ¤½¥D¬X©M¦a»¡,"§Ú¤w¸g¤F¸Ñ¨º,²{¦b".
"No, no, its me talking!" Jason wailed, "And he's so fucking right.. You should have let the Luminous One kill me.." / "¤£,¤£, ¥¦ªº§Ú»¡¸Üªº"! ³Ç¥Í´d¹Ä,"©M¥L¥¿¦b¦p¦¹©Ê¥æÅv§Q¡C¡C §AÀ³¸Ó­nÅý¤@±þ§Úªºµo¥ú¡C¡C"
Princess knelt down and hugged him hard, "He's NOT right! He said the same things about me, because I'm a woman -- he's NOT right!" / ¤½¥D¤U¨Ó¸÷¤U¦Ó¥B§V¤O¦a¾Ö©ê¤F¥L,"¥L¤£¬O¥¿½Tªº! ¦]¬°§Ú¬O¤k¤H¡A©Ò¥H¥L»¡¤FÃö©ó§Úªº¬Û¦P¨Æª« -- ¥L¤£¬O¥¿½Tªº!"
"HE IS!" Jason howled, sobbing hysterically, "I'm a fucking loser! Just a fucking loser..." / " ¥L¬O "! ³Ç¥Í¨g§p,·²´µ©³¨½¦aµo¥X¶ã«|Án­µ,"§Ú¬O©Ê¥æ¥¢±ÑªÌ! ¥u¬O¤@­Ó©Ê¥æ¥¢±ÑªÌ¡C¡C¡C"
Princess cringed, but wound up and slapped him ringingly across the cheek. He stared at her in shock. "I just don't know what to do anymore," he said in a haunted whisper. Princess rocked him. / ¤½¥D¬ÈÁY, ¦ý¬O¶V¹LÀU¥Rº¡¦aµ²§ô¦Ó¥B©çÀ»¤F¥L¡C ¥L¦bÅåÀ~¤¤¨nµÛ¦o¬Ý¡C " §Ú´N¬O¤£ª¾¹D¸Ó¤£¦A°µ¤°»ò ",¥L¦b³Q±`¨ìªº¦Õ»y¤¤»¡¡C ¤½¥D·n°Ê¥L¡C
Several minutes later, Jason was cried out and Princess had made a decision. She tapped on a call-speaker, "A Sharabeid?" / ¤@¨Ç¤ÀÄÁ¤§«á¡A³Ç¥Í³Q¤j¥s¡A¦Ó¥B¤½¥D¤w¸g§@¥X¨M©w¡C ¦o¦b¤@­Ó©I¥s¤W»´¥´-»¡ªÌ , " Sharabeid"?
"Seo," came Zarabeth's deep voice. They conversed for several minutes. Jason was too tired to pay attention to their "Spectran", too worn out to care. / " Seo",¨Ó Zarabeth's ªº²`Án­µ¡C ¥L­Ì¥æ½Í¦n´X¤ÀÄÁ¡C ³Ç¥Í¬O¤Ó¯h²Ö¦ÓµLªkª`·N¥L­Ìªº " Spectran", ¤Ó¿i·lªº¦b¥~Ãö¤ß¡C
"Jason?" He looked up at Princess' voice, "How much do you believe of what you saw today, what I've told you?" / " ³Ç¥Í "? ¥L¬Ý¦b Princess'¤W­±Án­µ,"§A§A¤µ¤Ñ¨£¨ì¬Û«H¦h¤Ö,§Ú¤w¸g§i¶D§A"?
"How much do you want me to believe?" Jason replied in a haunted voice, "If you're still scratching the surface, what am I supposed to know?" He shook his head, "I don't know about 'belief' but I do feel that something's not right here, that our war with Spectra is almost pointless. For that I would fight.. if I could still find the fight left within me.." / " §A·Q­n§Ú¬Û«H¦h¤Ö "? ³Ç¥Í¦b¤@ºØ³Q±`¨ìªºÁn­µ¤¤µªÂÐ," ¦pªG§A¤´µM¥¿¦bÀ¿ªí­±,§ÚÀ³¸Óª¾¹D¤°»ò "? ¥L·nÀY," §Ú¤£ª¾¹D '«H©À' ¡A¦ý¬O§Ú½T¹ê·Pı¬Y¨Æ¤£´N¦b³o¸Ì¡A¨º­Ó¹ï§ÜÀWÃЪº§Ú­Ì¾Ôª§´X¥G¤£¦y¡C ­þ¤@§Ú±N·|¹ï§Ü¡C¡C ¦pªG§Ú¥i¥H¤´µMµo²{¦b§Ú¸Ì­±³Q¯d¤Uªº¾Ô°«¡C¡C"
"Okay then," Princess nodded, "Let's get you home." / " µM«á¦n " ¡A¤½¥DÂIÀY," Åý§Ú­Ì±o¨ì§A¦^®a ".
"Home.... Back to Earth?" / "®a.... ¹ï¦a²yªº­I­±?"
She shook her head, "No. My home. You've been wondering where / ¦o·nÀY," ¸¹½X§Úªº®a¡C §A¤w¸gı±o©_©Ç¦b­þ¸Ì
I've been staying.." / §Ú¤w¸g°±¯d¡C¡C"
Jason nodded. He allowed her to help him up, then watched as she opened the door and signalled Zarabeth. "Will Zoltar be there?" he asked. Zarabeth's lip twitched slightly but Princess nodded. / ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY¡C ¥LÅý¦o¦V¤WÀ°§U¥L, µM«á¬Ý·í¦o¥´¶}¤Fªù¦Ó¥B§iª¾ Zarabeth ¤§®É¡C " ±N Zoltar ¦³"? ¥L°Ý¡C Zarabeth's ªº®B¨Ç·L¦a²r©Ô¡A¦ý¬O¤½¥DÂIÀY¡C
Once again he gazed out the window of the small transport as he was taken to an unknown destination. This time it was a small cottage atop a bluff overlooking the sea. Jason stepped out of the vehicle to see Mala waiting at the cottage door, watching with a wary expression. / ·í¥L³Q±a¨ì¥¼ª¾ªº¥Øªº¦aªº®É­Ô¡A¦A¤@¦¸¥Lª`µø¥X¤pªº¶Ç°eµ¡¤á¡C ³o¦¸¥¦¦b¤@­Ó©¿²¤®ü¬vªºÂ_±V³»¤W¬O¤@¶¡¤pªº¤p«Î¡C ³Ç¥Í½ñ¥X¨®½ø¨£¨ì¦b¤p«Îªùµ¥­Ô¡A¥H¤p¤ßªºªí¹F¬Ýªº Mala ¡C
Jason glanced from her to Zarabeth as that woman drew her sister aside. / ·í¨º¤@­Ó¤k¤H¦b¤@Ãä©Ô¦oªº©n©f®É­Ô¡A³Ç¥Í±q¦o¿h°{¨ì Zarabeth ¡C
Princess ushered Jason into the house. / ¤½¥D¤Þ¾É³Ç¥Í¶i©Ð¤l¡C
"So which floor do I sleep on? The basement? The living room?" / " ¦p¦¹§ÚºÎı­þ¦aªO©O¦b?¤§¤W ¦a¤U«Ç? «ÈÆU?"
Jason looked around at his small surroundings. / ³Ç¥Í¦b¥Lªº¤pÀô¹Ò¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý¡C
Princess grinned, "No, there's a little extra room here," she pointed towards a bedroom, "You can sleep in there. Its small, I know: / ¤½¥DÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º,"¤£,¦³µy·LÃB¥~ªº©Ð¶¡³o¸Ì,"¦o¦V¤@¶¡ª×«Ç«ü ", §A¯àºÎı¦b¨º¸Ì¡C ¥¦ªº¤p,§Úª¾¹D:
The house wasn't designed for many more than Zoltar and his family." / ©Ð¤l¬°³\¦h©ó Zoltar ©M¥Lªº®a®x¨S³Q³]­p¡C"
Jason nodded, not really listening, and brushed brusquely past her. Shutting the bedroom door, he pulled away most of his clothing and tossed it in a heap onto the floor. He yanked back the heavy curtains on the bed and crawled in. He cried himself to sleep. / ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY , ¤£¯uªºÅ¥, ¦Ó¥B­ð¬ð¦a¶V¹L¦o²¨¨ê¡C Ãö¤Wª×«Çªù,¥L¶}¨«¥Lªº¦çªA¤j³¡¤À¨Ã¥B¦b¦aªO¤§¤W¦b°ï¤¤§ëÂY¥¦¡C ¥L¦V«á¦a±j©Ô¦b§É¤Wªº­«±b¦Ó¥Bª¦¦æ¦b¡C ¥L­ú¥L¦Û¤vºÎı¡C

It was midway into a bright and brisk Spectra morning when Jason woke up. He was too depressed to care, unsure whether to show his face. / ¶i¤J¤@­Ó©ú«Gªº©M²n§ÖªºÀWÃгǥͿô¨Óªº¦­±á¤§¤º¥¦¤¤³~¡C ¥L¬O¤Óªq³à¦ÓµLªkÃö¤ß, ¤£ªÖ©wªº¬O§_Åã¥Ü¥LªºÁy¡C
He wondered if, if he lay there long enough, they'd forget he was there... / ¥LÃhºÃ¦pªG,¦pªG¥L©ñ¸m¨º¸Ìªøªº¥R¨¬,¥L­Ì±N·|§Ñ°O¥L¦b¨º¸Ì¡C¡C¡C
if his stomach would stop growling: The intriguing smells of Spectran breakfast sizzled through the air. The younger sun was shining brightly, the elder sun just rising and a strong wind was blowing off the sea. Jason rolled over, burrowing further into the blankets. His damaged arm began to tingle, telling him to roll over onto his other side. He wondered if he should get up. Something hit a frying pan and sizzled, sending up a delicious smell. Voices drifted in, too distant and low to be made out clearly. Jason sat up slowly, rubbing his injured arm, wondering where his clothes were. / ¦pªG¥Lªº­G±N·|°±¤î«ã§p: Spectran ¦­À\ªº§l¤Þ¤H¨ý¹D¼R¼R°µÁn¹LªÅ®ð¡C §ó¦~»´ªº¤Ó¶§¥¿¦b©ú«G¦a°{Ã{, ¦~ªøªº¤Ó¶§¶È¶È¤W¤É©M±j¯Pªº­·¥¿¦b®ü¬v¥~§j¡C ³Ç¥Íµ²§ô±²,¶i¤J¤ò´à¤§¤º§ó¶i¤@¨B±¸¬}¥Þ¡C ¥Lªº³Q·lÃaªº¤âÁu¹ï¿³¾Ä¶}©l, §i¶D¥L¦b¥Lªº¨ä¥LÃ䤧¤Wµ²§ô±²¡C ¬O§_¸U¤@¥L°_§É¡A¥LÃhºÃ¡C ¬Y¨ÆÀ»¤¤¤F¤@­Ó·ÎÁç¦Ó¥B¼R¼R°µÁn,°e¤W¤@ºØ¥i¤fªº¨ý¹D¡C Án­µº}¬y¦b, ¤Ó»·ªº©M§C³Q²M·¡¦a¤F¸Ñ¡C ³Ç¥ÍºCºC¦a¼õ©],À¿¥Lªº¨ü¶Ë¤âÁu, ı±o©_©Ç¥Lªº¦çªA¦b­þ¸Ì¡C
He found the press and wardrobe and rooted through them; clothing had been provided for him, as they were for Princess. He curled his lip then shrugged; these would be considered effeminate on / ¥Lµo²{·s»D´CÅé©M¦çÃo¦Ó¥B´Ó®Ú¹L¥L­Ì; ¦çªA¤w¸g³Q´£¨Ñ¥L, ¦]¬°¥L­Ì¬Oµ¹¤½¥D¡C ¥L§Ë±²¤F¥LªºµM«á³QÁqªÓªº®B; ³o¨Ç±N·|³Q»{¬°¬X®zªº¦b
Earth, though obviously effort had been expended to make them as / ¦a²y, ÁöµM©úÅã¦a§V¤O¤w¸g³Qªá¶O§@¥L­Ì·í°µ
Earth-normal as possible. He dressed himself and stepped out into the hallway. / ¦a²y-¦p¥i¯àªº±`ºA¡C ¥L¶i¤J¨«´Y¤§¤º¬ïµÛ¤F¥L¦Û¤v¦Ó¥B©ñ¤j¨B¥ï¨«¡C
He could hear two voices, one male, the other female. The male voice was all too familiar. Jason shut the bedroom door and inched his way out to the kitchen. The kitchen was spacious, since there was no separate dining room. Two people were seated at the table. / ¥L¥i¥HÅ¥¨ì¤GºØÁn­µ¡A¤@­Ó¨k©Ê¡A¥t¤@­Ó¤k©Ê¡C ¨k©ÊªºÁn­µ¬O¥þ³¡³£¤Ó¼ô±x¤F¡C ³Ç¥ÍÃö¤W¤Fª×«Çªù¦Ó¥BºCºC«e¶i¤F¨ì¼p©Ðªº¥L¥X¸ô¡C ¼p©Ð¬O¼s¤jªº, ¦]¬°¨S¦³³æ¿Wªº¶ºÆU¡C ¤G­Ó¤H¦b®à¤l§¤¡C
"Hi!" Princess greeted him, smiling happily, "Sleep well?" / " ¶Ù "! ¤½¥DÅwªï¤F¥L,§Ö¼Ö¦a·L¯º," ºÎ¯v´é¥X "?
Jason nodded, rubbing his arm again. "We're waiting on breakfast. Help yourself to some ti," she shoved a cup in his direction and kicked one of those weird Spectran chairs out for him. / ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY,¦A¤@¦¸À¿¥Lªº¤âÁu¡C "§Ú­Ì¥¿¦bµ¥­Ô¦­À\¡C ¦Û¦æ¤@¨Ç ti,"¦o¬°¥L±ÀÀ½¤F¥Lªº¤è¦V¤@­ÓªM¤l¦Ó¥B½ð¥X¥h¡C
Jason took it and sat down beside her, casting a glance at the blonde, emerald-eyed beauty opposite him. He had heard Zoltar's voice and wondered where the ruler was. "What.. What's for breakfast?" he stammered, shy. / ³Ç¥Í¦b¦o®ÇÃä±a¤F¥¦¦Ó¥B§¤¤U,¦b¥Õ¦â¤S»B»A- ²´ªº¬ü¤H§ë¤@¿h¬Û¹ï¨Æª«¥L¡C ¥L¤w¸gÅ¥¨ì Zoltar's ªºÁn­µ¦Ó¥BÃhºÃ , ²ÎªvªÌ¦b­þ¸Ì¡C "¤°»ò¡C¡C ¤°»ò¬Oµ¹¦­À\?"¥L¤f¦Y,®`²Û¡C
"The usual," Princess shrugged, "But Zoltar has imported some pea-meal backbacon for us. We're frying that up and pancakes as well." / "¥­±`ªÌ,"¤½¥DÁqªÓ ",¦ý¬O Zoltar ¤w¸g¬°§Ú­Ì¿é¤J¤@¨Ç½Ü¨§- ¤@À\ªº backbacon ¡C §Ú­Ì¥¿¦b¦V¤Wªo¬µ¨º©M¤]Á¡¯N»æ¡C"
"What's 'the usual'?" / "'¥­±`¤H' ¬O§@¤°»òªº "?
Princess got up to stir a pot on the heavy iron stove, / ¤½¥D»°¤W¿E°_¦b­«ªºÅK¤õÄl¤Wªº¤@­Ó³ý,
"Porridge -- I don't know if you'll like it right away. It took me a while to get used to it. Porridge, ti.. fruit, now that its in season." / " µ° -- ¬O§_§A±N¥ß¨è³ßÅw¥¦¡A§Ú¤£ª¾¹D¡C §Úªá¤@·|¨à²ßºD©ó¥¦¡C µ°¡A ti¡C¡C ¤ôªG, ¬JµM¥¦ªº²±²£¡C"
"What are you planning to do after breakfast?" Jason turned to look at Princess, avoiding the other's intrigued stare. / " §A¥¿¦b­p¹º¤°»ò¦b¦­À\¤§«á°µ"? ³Ç¥Í·Ç³Æ¬Ý¤½¥D,ÁקK¥t¤@­Ó±K¿Ñ¤Fª`µø¡C
"Me, crack the books again. I'm helping Mother Aranya with some of the more obscure passages in the Prophecies. Turns out they relate a *lot* to Earth terms and events. It's verrrrrrry interesting, that's for sure." / "§Ú,¦A¤@¦¸§Ë¸H®Ñ¡C §Ú¥¿¦bÀ° Aranya ¥À¿Ë¸Ñ¨M¹w¨¥ªº¤@¨Ç¤ñ¸û·tªº³q¹D¡C ¦b¥~ªº±ÛÂà¥L­Ì¨Ï *¹B®ð* ©M¦a²y´Á­­©M¨Æ¥ó²£¥ÍÃöÁp¡C ¥¦¬O verrrrrrry ¦³½ìªº,¨º¬O½T¹ê¡C"
"Oh," Jason blushed as Zarabeth (it had to be her, she seemed to be the silent one of the three) tilted her head a little, watching him, / " ®@ ",·í Zarabeth( ¥¦¥²¶·¬O¦o, ¦o¦ü¥G¬O¤@­Ó¨HÀqªº¨º¤T) µy·L¶É±×¤F¦oªºÀY®É­Ô¡A³Ç¥ÍÁy¬õ,¬Ý¥L,
"What's to become of me?" / " ¤°»ò¬O§ÚÅܦ¨"?
"You'll stay here with me for the time being," Princess said, flipping some pancakes, "Don't worry, you won't be bored, I promise." / "§A¼È®É©M§Ú±N¦b³o¸Ì°±¯d ," ¤½¥D»¡,¥Î«üÀY¼u¤@¨ÇÁ¡¯N»æ,"¤£·Ð´o,§A±N¤£·P¨ìµL²á,§ÚµªÀ³".
She offered him a spoonful of emerald green syrup, "Here, taste." He did, liking the stuff. "Isn't that wild? Tastes almost exactly like maple syrup." Jason nodded, licking the spoon off with relish. "It's the juice they press out of these flies that feed off a kind of mold," she said with a perfectly straight face. / ¦o´£¨Ñ¤F¥L¤@°Í»Aºñ¦â¿}¼ß," ³o¸Ì,À| " ¡C ¥L°µ, ·R¦n¨Æ±¡¡C " ¨º¤@³B¯î³¥¤£¬O? À|´X¥G§¹¥þ¬Û¦üªº·¬¿}¼ß¡C"³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY, »Q¨«¶}¥H´þ¨ýªº°Í¡C " ¥¦¬O¥L­ÌÀ£Â÷³o¨Ç»aÃǪº¥Ä¦b¤@ºØ¼Ò¤l¥~ªº¹}¾i",¦o¥H¤@­Ó«D±`ª½ªºÁy»¡¡C
The spoon dropped from Jason's hand, "*Flies*???" / °Í±q³Ç¥Íªº¤â±¼¸¨,"*»aÃÇ*???"
The blonde's forehead hit the table, laughing silently. / ª÷¾vºÑ²´ªº¤k¤H«eÃBÀ»¤¤®à¤l,ÀqÀq¦a¯º¡C
Princess cracked up, "I'm teasing, Jason. It's flower nectar - though the Spectrans do think we're pretty gross for eating bee vomit." / ¤½¥D§Ë¸H¦b,¤W­±"§Ú¬O´Û­t,³Ç¥Í¡C ¥¦¬Oªá¯«°s -ÁöµM Spectrans ½T¹ê»{¬°¡A¦]¬°¦Y»e¸Á¦R¥X¡A§Ú­Ì¬Oº}«GªºÁ`¼Æ¡C"
Jason purpled, humiliated, and lashed out at the blonde alien, / ³Ç¥Íµµ¦â,»X²Û, ¦Ó¥B©áÀ»¥Õ¦âªº¥~¹´,
"What are *you* laughing at?!" / " ¤°»ò¬O *§A*¯º?!"
"Oh, her and her fly stories," Zoltar replied. / "®@,¦o©M¦oªº»aÃǬG¨Æ",Zoltar µªÂСC
Princess giggled and bounced a roll off his head, "You started it with the mattress." / ¤½¥D±q¥LªºÀY¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¦Ó¥B¤Ï¼u¤F¤@­Ó±²ª«," §A¥Î©³¹Ô¶}©l¥¦ " ¡C
Jason, meanwhile, had become a pair of eyes vaguely attached to a body, "Zoltar?!" The beautiful blonde ruler merely smiled. Jason glanced at Princess, then back at Zoltar, "I've... never seen you without your mask," he realized he sounded lame, "You look so much like your sister.." "I know. That's why I wear a mask." / ³Ç¥Í,¦P®É,¤w¸g§t½k¦aÅܱo¤@Âù²´·úªþµÛ¦b¤@­Ó¨­Åé,"Zoltar?!"¬üÄRªº¥Õ¦â²ÎªvªÌ¥u·L¯º¡C ³Ç¥Íª`µø¤½¥D, µM«á¦V«á¦a¦b Zoltar,"§Ú¦³¡C¡C¡C ±q¤£¨S¦³§Aªº°²­±¨ã¨£¨ì§A," ¥L¤F¸Ñ¥L³QÅ¥°_¨Ó®t«l ",§A¬Ý³o»ò¦h¬Û¦üªº§A©n©f¡C¡C" "§Úª¾¹D¡C ¨º¬O , §Ú¬°¤°»òÀ¹°²­±¨ã¡C"
He was saved by Princess setting a plate of pancakes and back bacon on the table, "Eat your breakfast, a gho\raich," she said fondly. / ¥L³Q³]©w¦b®à¤l¤Wªº¤@­ÓÁ¡¯N»æªººÐ¤l©M­I­±Ât½Þ¦×ªº¤½¥D¸Ñ±Ï¤F,"¦Y§Aªº¦­À\,gho\raich",¦o·Ä·R¦a»¡¡C
Princess brought out bowls of porridge and a pitcher of the green syrup, then sat back down at the table. Jason dug in, "And from what bugs do you get the ingredients for this?" / ¤½¥D±a¤Fµ°ªº¸J¦Ó¥B±a¤Fºñ¦âªº¿}¼ß¤@­Ó§ë¤â,µM«á¦b®à¤l³S¤â®ÇÆ[¤U¨Ó¡C ³Ç¥Í°Ê¥Î," ©M±q§A¬O¬°³o±o¨ì¦¨¤À¤°»òÂÎ"?
"Maggots." / " ¨g·Q ".
Jason shoved his plate away while Princess howled with laughter. / ³Ç¥Í±ÀÀ½¥LªººÐ¤l¤§»··í¤½¥D¥H¯º¨g§pªº®É­Ô¡C
"Maybe I'll just go back to bed," he mumbled. / " ¤]³\§Ú±N¶È¶È¦^¥h©T©w",¥L³ä³ä¦Ó»y¡C
"He did this to me when I first arrived," Princess confided, grinning, "I didn't know whether the guards were laughing at me or at him. He told me the mattresses were alive, that they were domesticated animals trained to lie still at night. I kept staring at my bed for hours, waiting for it to move!" / "·í§Ú³Ìªì¨ì¹Fªº®É­Ô¡A¥L¹ï§Ú°µ¤F³o,"¤½¥D¦RÅS,ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º ",§Ú¨S¦³ª¾¹D¦u½Ã¬O§_¥¿¦b¯º§Ú©Î¥L¡C ¥L§i¶D¤F§Ú©³¹Ô¬¡µÛ, ¥L­Ì³Q¾i¹¥³Q°V½mªº°Êª«¦b±ß¤W¤´µM½öµÛ¡C §Ú¦b§Úªº§É«O«ù¾®µøªø¹F¼Æ¤p®É¤§¤[, µ¥­Ô¥¦²¾°Ê!"
Jason was feeling humiliated. "Maybe I'll just throw myself off the cliff instead." / ³Ç¥Í¬Oı±o¥áÁy¡C " ¤]³\§Ú±N§ï¬°¶È¶È¦bÄa±V¥~¥á§Ú¦Û¤v " ¡C
"The selkies would complain. They don't like suicides polluting their home." Zoltar stared as Jason abruptly left the table, leaving his un-eaten breakfast, and stormed out of the house. He turned a look of pure bafflement to Princess, who's lips pressed into a thin line as she got up to follow. / "selkies ±N·|©ê«è¡C ¥L­Ì¤£³ßÅw¦Ã¬V¥L­Ìªº®a¦Û±þ¡C" Zoltar ª`µø·í¬ðµM¦a¯d¤U®à¤lªº³Ç¥Í,Â÷¶}¥Lªº¤£¦Y¦­À\, ¦Ó¥B¨g«ã©H­ýÂ÷©Ð¤l¡C ¥L±N¯Âºé¥¢±Ñªº¯«±¡Âà¦V¤½¥D, ·í¦o»°¤Wªº®É­Ô¡A¤½¥D¬O¶i¤J¤@±ø½Gªº½u¤§¤º³QÀ£ªº®B¸òÀH¡C
The suns were shining, the wind blowing, the air was crisp and the sound of seals barking floated up to Jason's ears. "He's just teasing, you know. He's a terrible tease." Jason ignored Princess, staring down the cliff at the dark heads below. They resembled seals, after a fashion. "He's not out to get you," Princess continued, "He did the same thing to me." / ¤Ó¶§¥¿¦b°{Ã{,­·§j»s,ªÅ®ð¬O¯Üªº¡A¦Ó¥B§pªº¦L³¹Án­µª½¨ì³Ç¥Íªº¦Õ¦·ÄƯB¡C "¥L¥¿¦b¶È¶È´Û­t,§Aª¾¹D¡C ¥L¬O¥i©ÈªºÙ^ÙgªÌ¡C"³Ç¥Í©¿²¤¤F¤½¥D,¦b¶Â·tªº¤U­±ÀYª`µø¤U¨ÓÄa±V¡C ¦b¤@ºØ¬y¦æ¤§«á¥L­Ì¬Û¦ü¤F¦L³¹¡C "¥L¤£¥~­±ªº±o¨ì§A ," ¤½¥DÄ~Äò," ¥L¹ï§Ú°µ¤F¬Û¦Pªº¨Æª« " ¡C
"Just what I need," Jason flung a rock out over the waves, "More abuse." / " ¨s³º§Ú»Ý­n",³Ç¥Í¦bªi®ö¡A " §ó¦hªº­h«Ý " ¤§¤W¦b¥~§ë¤@¶ô©¥¥Û¡C
"He's not abusive, Jason; he's just a tease. You'll see: He only teases people he likes." / " ¥L¤£¬O°d½|,³Ç¥Í; ¥L¥u¬OÙ^ÙgªÌ¡C §A±N¨£¨ì: ¥L¥u´Û­t¥L³ßÅwªº¤H¡C"
"I'm not in the mood for jokes, Princess." Princess shut up, making Jason feel immediately contrite, "Look, so he's got a sense of humour - fine. I just don't feel like being teased this morning." / " §Ú§¹¥þ¤£·Q¯º¸Ü¡A¤½¥D " ¡C ¤½¥D³¬¼L, ¨Ï³Ç¥Í·Pı¥ß¨è®¬®©¤F,"¯«±¡, ¦]¦¹¥L¤w¸g±o¨ì¤@­Ó«ÕÀq·P -»@´Ú¡C §Ú´N¬O¨S·Q­n¦b¤µ¤Ñ¦­±á³Q´Û­t¡C"
"I'm sorry." / " ¹ï¤£°_ " ¡C
"It's not your fault." / " ¥¦¤£¬O§Aªº¹L¥¢ " ¡C
"It is: I'm the one who started it." / "¥¦¬O: §Ú¬O¶}©l¤F¥¦ªº¨º¤@­Ó¡C"
Jason blushed, realizing she was right -- Zoltar had merely followed her lead. "So you grossed me out a bit," Jason gruffed, unwilling to admit defeat, "He's the one who mentioned maggots." / ³Ç¥ÍÁy¬õ, ¤F¸Ñ¦o¬O¥¿½Tªº -- Zoltar ¤w¸g¥u¸òÀH¦oªº½u¯Á¡C "¦]¦¹§AÁȶi¤F§Ú¥~­±ªº¤@ÂIÂI ," ³Ç¥Í²Ê³¿ªº, ¤£Ä@·N©Ó»{¥¢±Ñ," ¥L¦³¨º¤@­Ó½Ö´£¨ì¨g·Q".
"They're made from a legume-grain flour, Jason. No maggots. / "¥L­Ì¬O§Q¥Î¨§Ãþ- ½\²ÉªºÄѯ»¡A³Ç¥Í°µ¦¨ªº¡C ¨S¦³¨g·Q¡C
Although," she tilted her head as an afterthought, "They do think honey is disgusting." / ÁöµM," ¦o¶É±×¤F¦p¤@­Ó¨Æ«áªº·Qªk¦oÀY ", ¥L­Ì½T¹ê»{¬°¸Á»e¬O¥O¤H¹½´c¡C"
"Who, the Spectrans or the maggots?" / "½Ö,Spectrans ©Î¨g·Q"?
Princess laughed. Below them, a seal barked. Princess leaned over the edge of the cliff, grinned, and waved. / ¤½¥D¯º¡C ¤U­±¥L­Ì¡A¦L³¹§p¡C ¤½¥D¦bÄa±VªºÃä½t¤§¤W­Ê¾a,ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º, ¦Ó¥B´§»R¡C
"Starting to take after Keyop?" Jason quipped. Princess grinned and barked down the cliff. "Oh god," Jason groaned, "Now you're talking to them..." / " ¦b Keyop ¤§«á¶}©l®³ "? ³Ç¥Í»¡¿Ø¨ëªº¸Ü¡C ¤½¥DÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¦Ó¥B§p¤U¨ÓÄa±V¡C " ®@¯«,"³Ç¥Í©D§u ",²{¦b§A¥¿¦b©M¥L­Ì»¡¸Ü¡C¡C¡C"
The seal answered. Princess barked again and the seal nodded, then ducked beneath the waves. "And they talk back," Princess smiled. / ¦L³¹¦^µª¡C ¤½¥D¦A¤@¦¸§p¡A¦Ó¥BÂIÀYªº¦L³¹,µM«á¦bªi®ö¤§¤U¨S¤J¤ô¤¤¡C " ¦Ó¥B¥L­Ì¦V«á¦a»¡¸Ü ",¤½¥D·L¯º¡C
"Woof woof." / " Woof woof".
Princess turned a serious look to him, "They're people, Jason." / ¤½¥D±NÄY­«ªº¯«±¡Âà¦V¥L," ¥L­Ì¬O¤H¡A³Ç¥Í " ¡C
"They look like seals, to me." / "¥L­Ì¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¦L³¹¤@¼Ë,¹ï§Ú".
"I know. Do you know anything about selkies? On Earth, there are myths about selkies, seal-people. On Spectra, they're real. / "§Úª¾¹D¡C §Aª¾¹DÃö©ó selkies ªº¥ô¦ó¨Æ¶Ü? ¦b¦a²y¤W,¦³Ãö©ó selkies ªº¯«¸Ü,¦L³¹-¤H¡C ¦bÀWÃФW¡A¥L­Ì¬O¯u¥¿ªº¡C
Spectra has three species of sapients." / ÀWÃЦ³¤T­Ó«~ºØ¸ËÁo©ú¼Ëªº¡C"
"Let me guess... mermaids?" / "Åý§Ú²q´ú¡C¡C¡C ¬ü¤H³½?"
"That's the third species. The selkies and merfolk are different species, but in the same genus, and they're in the same family as the humans." / "¨º¬O²Ä¤T­Ó«~ºØ¡C selkies ©M merfolk ¬O¤£¦Pªº«~ºØ, ¦ý¬O¦b¬Û¦PªººØ¤¤¡A©M¥L­Ì¦b¦p¦P¤HÃþ¤@¯ëªº®a®x¤¤¡C"
"So where are they?" / " ¦p¦¹¥L­Ì¦b­þ¸Ì "?
"The ri live in the southern hemisphere; the roin are the northern hemisphere sea-folk. The ri resemble dolphins in the way that the roin resemble seals." / "ri ¦í¦b«n¤èªº¥b²y; roin ¬O¥b²y®ü¬v¥_³¡ -¤H­Ì¡C ri ¬Û¦ü roin ¬Û¦ü¦L³¹ªº¤è¦¡®ü³b¡C"
"And you're going to visit them today?" Jason jerked his chin towards the watching seal people. Princess nodded. "Great.. between that and your other visit, I'm starting to understand how Tiny feels: I get to sit on my butt while you get all the action." / " ¦Ó¥B§A¤µ¤Ñ±N­n°ÑÆ[¥L­Ì "? ³Ç¥ÍµjÅˤF¹ï©ó¬Ý¦L³¹¤Hªº¥L¤U¤Ú¡C ¤½¥DÂIÀY¡C "¤j®v¡C¡C ¦b­þ¤@¤§¶¡©M§Aªº¨ä¥L«ô³X, §Ú¶}©l¤F¸Ñ¦p¦ó·¥¤pªº·Pı: §Ú¶}©l§¤¦b§Úªº·ÏÀY¤W·í§A±o¨ì©Ò¦³ªº¦æ°Ê®É­Ô¡C"
"It won't be so bad, Jason. It shouldn't be long before you're in on it too. That's why you're here." / " ¥¦±N¤£¬O¦p¦¹Ãa,³Ç¥Í¡C ¦b§A¬O¤§«e , ¥¦¤£À³¸Ó«Üªø¦b¥¦¤W¡A¤]¡C ¨º¬O , §A¬°¤°»ò¦b³o¸Ì¡C"
They got up and returned to the house. Princess pulled her own and Jason's breakfast plates out of the warming oven and set them back onto the table. Jason looked around as she poured him a fresh cup of ti. "Was that really Zoltar?" he asked in an undertone. The Spectran leader was nowhere to be seen. / ¥L­Ì°_§É¦Ó¥B¦^¨ì©Ð¤l¡C ¤½¥D©Ô¦o¦Û¤vªº©M³Ç¥Íªº¦­À\¦b®à¤l¤§¤WÁáª÷Â÷·Å·x¯N½c¦Ó¥B§â¥L­Ì³]©w¦^¨Ó¡C ·í¦o­Ë¤F¥L¤@ªM·sÂA ti ªº®É­Ô¡A³Ç¥Í¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý¡C " ¨º¯uªº¬O Zoltar"? ¥L¦b¤@­Ó§C­µ¤¤°Ý¡C Spectran »â³SµL³B³Q¨£¨ì¡C
"Really and truly. This is his house." "I knew that. I just wasn't sure it was him. I've never seen him without his mask before." / "¯uªº¦Ó¥B¯u¹ê¦a¡C ³o¬O¥Lªº©Ð¤l¡C" "§Úª¾¹D¨º¡C §Ú¶È¶È¤£½T©w¥¦¬O¥L¡C §Ú±q¥¼¨£¨ì¥L¥H«e¨S¦³¥Lªº°²­±¨ã¡C"
"Nobody has. Nobody on Earth, I mean, and rather few on / "¨S¦³¤H¦³¡C ¦b¦a²y¤Wªº¤£­«­n¤§¤H,§Úªº·N«ä¬O, ©M¬Û·í«Ü¤Öªº¦b
Spectra." / ÀWÃСC"
"Then why did he let me see?" / " µM«á¥L¬°¤°»òÅý§Ú¨£¨ì "?
Princess was quiet for a while, choosing her words with care, / ¤½¥D¬O¦wÀRªº¤@°}¤l, ¿ï¾Ü¦oªº¸Ü¤p¤ß¦a,
"I'd say, for the same reason he brought you here, instead of leaving you at the complex, but that's not much clearer." / "§Ú±N·|»¡,¦]¬°¬Û¦Pªº²z¥Ñ¥L±a§A¨Ó³o¸Ì,¨ú¦Ó¥N¤§ªº¬O¦b¦X¦¨ª«Â÷¶}§A, ¦ý¬O¤£¬O«D±`²M·¡ªº".
"He could've left me there," Jason agreed, "It didn't sound like the Luminous One wanted to speak to me anymore. So why?" / "¥L could've ¦b¨º¸Ì¯d¤U§Ú ," ³Ç¥Í¦P·N,"¥¦¨S¦³Å¥°_¨Ó¹³¤@·Q­n¤£¦A¸ò§Ú»¡¸Üªºµo¥ú¤@¼Ë¡C ¦p¦¹¬°¤°»ò?"
".....He hopes to make an ally of you, Jason." / ".....¥L§Æ±æ»s³y¤@­Ó§Aªº·ù¤Í¡A³Ç¥Í¡C"
"An ally?" Jason was surprised, "What does he expect me to do for him, spy?" / " ¤@­Ó·ù¤Í "? ³Ç¥Í·P¨ìÅå³Y,"¥L´Á«Ý§Ú¬°¥L°µ¤°»ò,¶¡¿Ò"?
"We have the saying 'seeing is believing'.. so he brought you here so you can see." / "§Ú­Ì¦³±Ô­z ' ²´¨£¬°¹ê' ¡C¡C ¦]¦¹¥L±a§A¨Ó³o¸Ì¡A¦p¦¹§A¯à¨£¨ì¡C"
Jason nods, "Yeah.. I've seen. Like my word would be worth a pound of shit to anyone back home." / ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY,"¬Oªº¡C¡C §Ú¤w¸g¨£¨ì¡C ¹³§Ú©Ò»¡ªº¸Ü±N·|¬O¹ï¥ô¦ó¤H­È±o¤@½SÁT«á­±ªº®a¡C"
"And mine worth even less. You know that." Jason nodded. "And he knows it too." / " ¦Ó¥B¬Æ¦Ü§ó¤Öªº§Ú»ù­È¡C §Aª¾¹D¨º¡C"³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY¡C " ¦Ó¥B¥L¤]ª¾¹D¥¦ " ¡C
Jason gestured sarcastically, "So why don't we just do a live broadcast and send it to Earth?" / ³Ç¥Í¿Ø¨ë¦a§@¤â¶Õ," ¦p¦¹¬°¤°»ò¤£§Ú­Ì¶È¶È°µ¤@­Ó¹êªpÂ༽¦Ó¥B°e¥¦µ¹¦a²y"?
"Because the Luminous One would cauterize the planet. I'd thought of that as well. And addressing the Federation Council and the / "¦]¬°µo¥ú¤@±N·|¿N¨`¦æ¬P¡C §Ú¤]¦³·Q¨ì¨º¡C ¦Ó¥B¦VÁp¨¹·|ijµoªíºt»¡©M¨º
United Nations of Earth and all of that." She sighed and poured herself some more ti, "What did you think of the porridge?" / ¦a²y©M¨º¥þ³¡ªºÁp¦X°ê¡C" ¦o¼Û®§¦Ó¥B­Ë¤F¦o¦Û¤v¦A¦h¤@¨Ç ti",§Aı±oµ°¦p¦ó?"
"It was fine. Tasty." He followed her to the main room and watched as she took up a wad of fluffy fibres and sat down at a spinning wheel. / "¥¦¬O»@´Ú¡C ¦n¦Yªº¡C"·í¦o¦b¤@­Ó¯¼Â´½ü¤lµÛ¤â¶i¦æ¤@­Ó¤òµ³µ³ÅÖºûªº¶ñ®Æ¦Ó¥B§¤¤Uªº®É­Ô¡A¥L¸òÀH¤F¦o¨ì¥D­nªº©Ð¶¡¦Ó¥B¬Ý¡C
"Mother Aranya will be along soon," she said. / " Aranya ¥À¿Ë±N¦V«e«Ü§Ö ",¦o»¡¡C
"Try not to have too much fun." / " ¸Õ¤£­n¦A¦³¤Ó¦h¦³½ìªº".
She grinned up at him, not bothering to watch her hands as they played the fibre out, "Did you know crochet is unknown here?" / ¦oÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¦b¥L¤W­±, ¤£·ÐÂZ·í¥L­Ìª±ÅÖºû¥~­±ªº¡A¬Ý¦oªº¤â," §Aª¾¹D¹_°w½s´¬O¥¼ª¾ªº¦b³o¸Ì¶Ü "?
Jason grinned, "And you're a crochet-fiend. So what're you doing, starting an international craze?" / ³Ç¥ÍÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º,"©M§A¬O¤@­Ó¹_°w½s´-Å]°­¡C ¦p¦¹ what're §A°µ,¶}©l¤@­Ó°ê»Úªº¨g¼ö?"
"Pretty much," she laughed, "I've taught classes of up to thirty people, so far." / "«D±` ," ¦o¯º," §Ú¤w¸g±Ð¯Z¯Å¥Ñ¤T¤Q­Ó¤H¨M©w,¨ì²{¦b¬°¤î".
"They've taught you some things, I see," Jason observed, nodding towards her spinning. / " ¥L­Ì¤w¸g±Ð§A¤@¨Ç¨Æª«,§Ú¨£¨ì",³Ç¥ÍÆ[¹î, ÂIÀYªº¦V¦o¯¼Â´¡C
"Zoltar taught me, and Mother Aranya." She put down the spinning and stood up to leave the room for a moment. She returned with a large shawl. "I spun the yarn for this myself and crocheted it." / "Zoltar ±Ð§Ú, ©M Aranya ¥À¿Ë". ¦o©ñ¤U¯¼Â´¦Ó¥B¸g±o°_Â÷¶}©Ð¶¡¤@·|¨à¡C ¦o¥H¤@±ø¤jªº©ÜªÓÂkÁÙ¡C " §Ú¬°³o§Ö³t±ÛÂà¤F¯½§Ú¦Û¤v©M crocheted ¥¦".
Jason nodded, very impressed. / ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY,«D±`·P°Ê¡C
As she began to spin again, Jason fixed her with a steady gaze, / ·í¦o¦A¤@¦¸¶}©l§Ö³t±ÛÂà,³Ç¥Í¥Îí©wªºª`µø­×²z¦o,
"Princess... Why am I here? In Zoltar's house?" / "¤½¥D¡C¡C¡C ¬°¤°»ò§Ú¦b³o¸Ì? ¦b Zoltar's ªº©Ð¤l¤¤?"
"You need a vacation," she replied quietly, "You need to get away from the abuse so that you can see it clearly. You need to be around people who don't abuse you, so you can feel what it's like." / "§A»Ý­n¤@¦¸°²´Á,"¦o¦wÀR¦aµªÂÐ ",§A»Ý­n»·Â÷­h«Ý¡A¥H«K§A¯à²M·¡¦a¨£¨ì¥¦¡C §A»Ý­n¦b¤£­h«Ý§Aªº¤H©P³ò¡A¦]¦¹¡A§A¯à·Pı¥¦¹³¬Æ»ò¡C"
Jason nodded slowly, suddenly feeling very much alone. He stood up, "I'm going to go for a little walk.. ok?" / ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY±oºCºC,¬ðµM«D±`§ó¥[¿W¦Û¦a·Pı¡C ¥L¯¸°_¨Ó,"§Ú±N­n¥h®³¤@¦¸¤p´²¨B¡C¡C ok?"
"Don't go too far. This area's protected by a large amount of / "¤£­n¤Ó»·¥h¡C ³o­Ó³Q«OÅ@ªº°Ï°ì³Q«Ü¦hªº
Spiridium. And, I'd lose all of the trust I've built up here if you.. / Spiridium¡C ¨Ã¥B, §Ú±N·|¥¢¥h©Ò¦³ªº§Ú¤w¸g«Ø¥ß³o¸Ìªº«H¿à¦pªG§A¡C¡C
escaped." She glanced at him apologetically. Jason nodded and left. / °k²æ¡C"¦oÅG¸Ñ¦aª`µø¥L¡C ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY¦Ó¥BÂ÷¶}¡C
The cottage was on a cliff, surrounded by dense forest. / ¤p«Î¦bÄa±V¤W,³Q±K¶°´ËªL¥]³ò¡C
Spiridium was good fertilizer and where the forest thinned out, that was considered the 'boundary' of Zoltar's territory. Jason cocked his head, listening as a vehicle flew in from the East, but great trees obscured his vision of the landing site. He shook his head and wandered into the forest. / Spiridium ¬O¦nªÎ®Æ¡A¦Ó¥B´ËªLÅÜÁ¡¥X­þ¸Ì,¨º³Q¦Ò¼{ Zoltar's ªº»â¤g 'Ãä¬É' ¡C ³QÁq¥ß¥LªºÀY³Ç¥Í , Å¥¦p¤@½ø¨®½ø­¸¦b±qªF³¡¡A¦ý¬O´Îªº¾ð¨Ï¥Lªºµn³°¦ì¸mªºµø³¥³±·t¤F¡C ¥L¶i¤J´ËªL¤§¤º·nÀY¦Ó¥B¹C¿º¡C
The Spectran forests were mostly human-engineered, Princess had said. He looked up at one enormous, dense-wooded species and marvelled: / Spectran ´ËªL¤j³¡¥÷¤HÃþ-³]­p,¤½¥D¤w¸g»¡¡C ¥L¬Ý¦b¥H¤@­Ó¥¨¤j¤S±K¶°- ¾ð¤ìÁc­Zªº«~ºØ¤W­±¦Ó¥BÅ岧©ó:
Here was the fast-replenishing raw materials for their houses and tougher papers. Dense as an Earth hardwood, but engineered for a greater variety of climates, its wood was slow to ignite and did not burn easily, making it ideal building material. Another tree, this one resembling an evergreen, provided hardy wood for fireplaces and woodstoves. It burned into a charcoal which could be re-burned in barbeques or kilns, finally leaving a calcined ash for which a variety of uses existed. Aromas assailed Jason's nostrils - floral, woodsy, rich or hygenic - as his feet trod various herbs in the undergrowth. / ¥L­Ìªº©Ð¤l©M§ó±jµwªº¤å¥ó¦A¸É¨¬ÂN§Ùªº­ì®Æ¦b³o¸Ì¡C ±K¶°ªº¦p¤@­Ó¦a²yµw¤ì, ¦ý¬O³]­p¬°¤@­Ó®ð­Ôªº§ó´Î¦h¼Ë©Ê¡A¥¦ªº¤ì§÷¬OºCÂI¿U¦Ó¥B¨S¦³®e©ö¦a¿U¿N, ¨Ï¥¦¦¨¬°²z·Qªº«Ø§÷¡C ¥t¤@´Ê¾ð¡A¬Û¦ü¤@´Ê±`ºñ¾ðªº³o¤@­Ó,´£¨ÑÃøªº¤ì§÷µ¹¾ÀÄl©M woodstoves ¡C ¥¦¶i¤J¤@­Ó¥i¯à¦A¦b¯N¦×©ÎªÌ½`¤¤³Q¿U¿Nªº¤ì¬´¤§¤º¿U¿N, ³Ì«áÂ÷¶}¦hºØ¨Ï¥Î¦s¦bªº³Q¿N¦¨¥Û¦Çªº¦Ç¡C ¿@­»§ðÀ»¤F³Ç¥Íªº»ó¤Õ - ªá¦üªº¡M´ËªLªº¡M©M´I¦³ªº©Î hygenic- ¦p¥Lªº¸} trod ¤U¼hÂOªLªº¦UºØ¤£¦PªºÃįó¡C
Pot pourri, seasonings, medicines.. All were to be found here. Zoltar had chosen a region plentiful in everything he would need. / ¸Ë¤J¬Ö¤¤ pourri ¡A°®Àêªk¡AÃÄ¡C¡C ¥þ³¡¬O¦b³o¸Ì³Qµo²{¡C Zoltar ¤w¸g¿ï¾Ü³\¦hªº¦b¥L±N·|»Ý­nªº¨C¥ó¨Æª«¤¤ªº¤@­Ó°Ï°ì¡C
When he returned to the house, Princess was sitting in the main room, talking to an old, old woman. A tall blonde stood on the balcony/porch of the house, watching the clouds gathering along the horizon out to sea. Jason slipped around the perimeter of the main room and out onto the porch. "Storm coming up, Zoltar?" The ruler nodded. / ·í¥L¦^¨ì©Ð¤lªº®É­Ô,¤½¥D¦b¥D­nªº©Ð¶¡¤¤§¤,©M»¡¸Ü,¦Ñ¤k¤H¡C ¤@­Ó°ªªºª÷¾vºÑ²´ªº¤k¤H¦b©Ð¤lªº¶§¥x/ ªù´Y¤W¯¸¥ß, ¦b¥~ªuµÛ¦a¥­½u¬Ý¶³¶°·|¨ì®ü¬v¡C ³Ç¥Í¦bªù´Y¤§¤W¦b¥D­nªº©Ð¶¡©Pªøªº©P³ò©M¦b¥~·Æ­Ë¡C "¨g«ã©H­ýµo¥Í ,Zoltar"? ²ÎªvªÌÂIÀY¡C
"How bad?" / " ¦p¦óÃaªº"?
"If the winds don't change, we may be in for a bit of a blow." / " ¦pªG­·¤£§ïÅÜ, §Ú­Ì¥i¯à¬O¦b¬°¤@ÂI¥´À»".
"Rain? Snow?" It was still fairly early in the Spectran spring, but Jason was still unfamiliar with the weather. To him, it felt like the dead of winter. / "¤U«B? ³·?"¥¦¤´µM¦b Spectran ¬K¤Ñªì´Á¬O«D±`¡A¦ý¬O³Ç¥Í¹ï¤Ñ®ð·P¨ì¤´µM¤£¼ô±x¡C ¹ï¥L¡A¥¦·Pı¹³¥V¤Ñªº¦º¥h¤H¡C
"Not sure. Sleet, possibly. It's still early enough." / "¤£¬O½T«H¡C «B³·,¥i¯à¦a¡C ¥¦¤´µM°÷¦­ªº¡C"
"Got the storm windows installed?" / " ¨Ï¼É­·«Bµ¡¤á¦w¸Ë "?
Zoltar chuckled, "The windows are transparent spiridium. They could withstand quite a lot. It should only be a moderate gale, though; no worse than one of your hurricanes." / Zoltar ¦Y¦Yªº¯º,"µ¡¤á¬O³z©úªº spiridium ¡C ¥L­Ì¥i¥H©è§Ü¬Û·í«Ü¦h¡C ¥¦À³¸Ó¥u¬O¤@°}¾A«×ªº¨g­·,ÁöµM; ¶W¹L§AªºÁü­·¤§¤@ªº¨S¦³§óÃaªº¨Æ¡C"
Jason goggled, "Lovely..." / ³Ç¥Í²´¯]Âà°Ê,"¥i·Rªº¡C¡C¡C"
Zoltar grinned, "My men are constantly amazed at the fragility of your buildings and the mildness of your weather." / Zoltar ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º," §Úªº¨k¤H¤£ÅܦaÅå³Y©ó§Aªº«Ø¿vª«ªº¯Ü®z©M§Aªº¤Ñ®ð·Å©M " ¡C
"What can I say? We build them for looks, not shelter," Jason grinned. Zoltar nodded, returning his gaze to the horizon. Jason glanced quickly back into the house, "Princess's friend is here?" / "§Ú¯à»¡¤°»ò? §Ú­Ì¬°®e»ª«Ø¥ß¥L­Ì, ¦Ó¤£¬O§ÈÅ@,"³Ç¥ÍÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C Zoltar ÂIÀY,ÂkÁÙ¥Lªºª`µøµ¹¦a¥­½u¡C ³Ç¥Í¶i¤J©Ð¤l¤§¤º«Ü§Ö¦a¦V«á¦a¿h°{," ¤½¥DªºªB¤Í¦b³o¸Ì "?
An odd grin twisted Zoltar's mouth, "Yes." / ©_¼ÆªºÅS¾¦¯ºÀ¾¤F Zoltar's ªº¼L¡A " ¬Oªº " ¡C
"Why are you so quirky all of a sudden?" / " ¬ðµM§A¬°¤°»ò¦p¦¹¸Þ¶B "?
Zoltar didn't look at Jason, but retained the odd grin, "She is my mother." / Zoltar ¨S¦³¬Ý³Ç¥Í, ¦ý¬O«O¦³¤F©_¼ÆªºÅS¾¦¯º," ¦o¬O§Úªº¥À¿Ë " ¡C
"....Oh." / "....®@¡C"
"Foster mother, actually. Our mother died. We are orphans." / " ¾i¥À,¹ê»Ú¤W¡C §Ú­Ìªº¥À¿Ë¦º¡C §Ú­Ì¬O©t¨à¡C"
"I'm sorry." / " ¹ï¤£°_ " ¡C
"Why, did you kill her?" / "¬°¤°»ò,§A±þ¦o¶Ü"?
Jason stared. / ³Ç¥Íª`µø¡C
Zoltar grinned, "A joke. I get that statement rather frequently. It is pointless to be sorry over the death of someone I never knew. She died in the bearing of us." / Zoltar ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º,"¤@­Ó¯º¸Ü¡C §Ú¹ç¥i®É±`±o¨ì¨º¤@¥÷³¯­z¡C ¦b§Ú±q¤£ª¾¹Dªº¬Y¤H¦º¤`¤§¤W¬OÃø¹Lªº¬O¤£¦yªº¡C ¦o¦º©ó§Ú­ÌªºÁ|¤î¡C"
"How... How *dare* you say that to me??" / "¦p¦ó¡C¡C¡C ¦p¦ó *¬D¾Ô*§A¹ï§Ú»¡¨º??"
Zoltar turned, aware that something was amiss. Jason looked enraged and he frowned, puzzled, "I say that to everybody. You are far too young to have had anything to do with her death, unless it took place in your previous life. As I said, she died giving birth to us." / Zoltar Âà, ª¾¹Dªº¬Y¨Æ¬O¦³¤ò¯fªº¡C ³Ç¥Í¬Ý¿E«ã¡A¦Ó¥B¥L½K¬ÜÀY,§x´b,"§Ú¹ï¨C­Ó¤H»¡¨º¡C §A¬O¬Û·í¦a¦~»´¤w¸g¦³¥ô¦ó¨Æ¥H¦oªº¦º¤`°µ,°£«D¥¦¦b§Aªº¥ý«e¥Í¬¡¤è­±µo¥Í¡C ·í§Ú»¡,¦o¦º¥Í¤U§Ú­Ì¡C"
He watched as Jason stormed into the house. Princess watched him pass in silence, startling as he slammed the door to his room. / ·í³Ç¥Í¶i¤J©Ð¤l¤§¤º¨g«ã©H­ýªº®É­Ô¡A¥L¬Ý¡C ¤½¥D¬Ý¥LÀò­ã¶i¤J¨HÀq, ¥O¤H¦YÅ媺·í¥L²rµMÃö¤W¤F¨ì¥Lªº©Ð¶¡ªù¤§®É¡C
The old woman called softly out to the patio, "De thuirt thu?" / ¦Ñ¤k¤H¦b¥~¬X©M¦a¥s°µ¨ì®x°|," De thuirt thu"?
Zoltar shrugged, with a baffled expression. Princess got up and went to / Zoltar ÁqªÓ,Âǥѧx´bªºªí¹F¡C ¤½¥D°_§É¦Ó¥B¥h¨ì
Jason's door. / ³Ç¥Íªºªù¡C
"What do you want?" he answered finally, "Haven't you done enough to me today?" / " §A·Q­n¤°»ò "? ¥L³Ì«á¦^µª," §AÁÙ¨S¤µ¤Ñ¹ï§Ú°µ¥R¨¬"?
"It's me," she responded. / " ¬O§Ú ",¦o¦^À³¡C
"I'm gonna fucking kill him!" / " §Ú¥¿¦b¥h¨ì©Ê¥æ±þ¥L"!
Princess opened the door and slipped into the room. Jason lay curled up on the bed, cradling his injured arm. "What happened?" / ¤½¥D¥´¶}¤Fªù¦Ó¥B¨³³t¶i¤J©Ð¶¡¡C ³Ç¥Í¦b§É¤W©ñ¸m»lÁY¦Óª×,©ñ¦b·nÄx¤º¥Lªº¨ü¶Ë¤âÁu¡C " ¤°»òµo¥Í"?
"..said I killed his mother.. as fucking IF! Then he has the nerve to tell me he's joking. I don't find it very fucking funny!" / ".¡C»¡§Ú±þ¤F¥Lªº¥À¿Ë¡C¡C ·í°µ©Ê¥æ¦pªG! µM«á¥L¦³¯«¸g§i¶D§Ú¥L¥¿¦b¶}ª±¯º¡C §Ú¨Sµo²{¥¦«D±`©Ê¥æ¦n¯ºªº!"
Princess grew as baffled as Zoltar, "Huh?" / ¤½¥D¹³ Zoltar ¤@¼Ëªº§x´b¦¨ªø," ­ó!"?
"If I had my gun with me.." / "¦pªG§ÚÀH¨­¦³¤F§Úªººj¡C¡C"
"His mother died in childbirth." / " ¥Lªº¥À¿Ë¦º©ó¤À®Y " ¡C
"Then what the fuck does he come off telling me I killed her?" / " µM«á¤°»ò¨º©Ê¥æ¥L²æ¸¨§i¶D§Ú±þ¤F¦oªº§Ú¶Ü"?
"Oh!!" It clicked. "I think I understand. No, he says that to everybody. He got fed up with people always saying 'Oh, I'm so sorry.' / "®@!!"¥¦«ö¡C "§Ú»{¬°§Ú¤F¸Ñ¡C ¤£¡A¥L¹ï¨C­Ó¤H»¡¨º¡C ¥L±o¨ìÁý¦b©M¤H¤W­±Á`¬O»¡ '®@,§Ú¬O¦p¦¹Ãø¹L¡C'
It was either hit them or come up with a wise crack." "I was only trying to be nice!" / ¥¦¬O©Î¥´À»¥L­Ì©ÎªÌ´£¥X¤@­Ó©ú´¼ªºµõÁ_¡C" " §Ú¥u¥¿¦b¹Á¸Õ¬ü¦n!"
"It's nothing personal, Jason. We're way too young to have had anything to do with it." "I still don't find it funny. The sonofabitch probably ordered my parents' death.." / "¥¦¤£¬O¤°»ò­Ó¤HªºªF¦è,³Ç¥Í¡C §Ú­Ì¬O¤èªk¤Ó¦~»´¦ÓµLªk¤w¸g¦³¥ô¦ó¨Æ¥H¥¦°µ¡C" "§Ú¤´µM¨Sµo²{¥¦¦n¯ºªº¡C sonofabitch ¥i¯à©R¥O¤F§Úªº¤÷¥À¦º¤`¡C¡C"
"Huh???" Princess looked thoroughly lost, "But.. Your parents were killed in a car accident with a cement mixer!" / "­ó!???" ¤½¥D¬Ý°_¨Ó¹ý©³¥¢¥h ",¦ý¬O¡C¡C §Aªº¤÷¥À¦b©M¤@­Ó¤ôªd²V¦X¾¹ªº¤@­Ó¨®º×¤¤³Q±þ!"
Jason raised his head, his eyes dark wells of hate, "They were murdered in a military action by the Spectrans." / ³Q©ï°_¥LªºÀY³Ç¥Í , ¥Lªº²´·ú¶Â·tªº¼¨«ë´é¥X," ¥L­Ì¦b¤@­Ó­x¨Æ¦æ°Ê¤¤³Q Spectrans ¿Ñ±þ " ¡C
Princess' jaw dropped, "But.. Chief Anderson told us they were killed in a car accident!" / Princess' ÃE­°§C,"¦ý¬O¡C¡C ¥D­nªº¦w¼w»¹§i¶D¤F§Ú­Ì¥L­Ì¦b¤@­Ó¨®º×¤¤³Q±þ!"
"He lied." Princess didn't look a bit surprised by *that*. / " ¥L»¡ÁÀ " ¡C ¤½¥D¨S¦³¬Ý·P¨ìÅå³Yªº¤@ÂIÂI³Q *¨º*.
"They were murdered. Killed by Spectran assassins. I was there; I saw it all, but I don't remember why they died." / "¥L­Ì³Q¿Ñ±þ¡C ¥Ñ Spectran ·t±þªÌ±þ¡C §Ú¦b¨º¸Ì; §Ú¨£¨ì¥¦©Ò¦³ªº¡A¦ý¬O§Ú¤£°O±o¥L­Ì¬°¤°»ò¦º¡C"
Princess looked thoughtful, "Hmm.. I'd always wondered if that was why you'd gotten into racing. A Sprint's not much of a car - more of a joke - certainly no match for a cement mixer." / ¤½¥D¬Ý°_¨Ó²`«ä,"Hmm¡C¡C §Ú¦³Á`¬OÃhºÃ¬O§_¨º¬O , §A¬°¤°»ò¤w¸g¶i¤JÄvÁÉ¡C µu¶ZÂ÷Áɶ]ªº¤£³\¦h¨T¨® - ¤@­Ó¯º¸Üªº§ó¦h -¹ï©ó¤@­Ó¤ôªd²V¦X¾¹ªº½T©w¨S¦³¤ñÁÉ¡C"
"So I have a right to be pissed at him! He had no right to say that to me!" / "¦]¦¹§Ú¦³ , ¹ï¥L¬O©Á«ãªºÅv§Q! ¥L¨S¦³Åv§Q¹ï§Ú»¡¨º!"
"He didn't know, Jason, anymore than I did." / "¥L¨S¦³ª¾¹D,³Ç¥Í,¤£¦A¤ñ¸û§Ú°µ".
"How do you know?" Jason shouted, "He might have ordered their deaths, for all *you* know!" / " §A¦p¦óª¾¹D "? ³Ç¥Í©I³Û," ¥L¥i¯à©R¥O¥L­Ìªº¦º¤`, ¬°¥þ³¡ *§A*ª¾¹D"!
Princess had to concede that as a possibility. She sat on the edge of the bed, thinking. "Do you know how long ago it was?" / ¤½¥D¥²¶·©Ó»{¨º¦p¤@ºØ¥i¯à©Ê¡C ¦o§¤¦b§ÉªºÃä½t¤W,·Q¡C " §Aª¾¹D¦h¤[¥H«e¥¦¬O"?
"I was eight when they died. Almost 16 years ago." / " §Ú¬O¤K·í¥L­Ì¦ºªº®É­Ô¡C ´X¥G¦b 16 ¦~¥H«e¡C"
Princess thought hard, "I.. don't think it would have been him. / ¤½¥D§V¤O¦a·Q,"§Ú¡C¡C ¤£­n»{¬°¥¦·|¬O¥L¡C
I could ask, though." She got up and pet his shoulder, then left. / §Ú¥i¥H°Ý,ÁöµM¡C"¦o°_§É¦Ó¥BÃd·R¥LªºªÓ,µM«áÂ÷¶}¡C
Jason sat up, holding his left arm closer to his chest. He tried clenching and unclenching his hand. After a few minutes, Princess returned. "My arm won't quit tingling today and my hand feels stiff," he told her. / ³Ç¥Í¼õ©],´¤¦í±µªñ¥Lªº¯Ý¥L¥ª¤âÁu¡C ¥L¹Á¸Õºò´¤©M§Ë¶}¥Lªº¤â¡C ¦b¼Æ¤ÀÄÁ¤§«á¡A¤½¥DÂkÁÙ¡C " §Úªº¤âÁu±N¤£Â÷¶}¤µ¤Ñ¿³¾Ä¡A¦Ó¥B§Úªº¤âı±o±j¯P ",¥L§i¶D¤F¦o¡C
She checked it over then worked him through a series of manipulations. "The tendons are okay. I think it might be the nerves still regenerating. Do you want me to ask for a medic?" "I don't know. Is there anything they can do?" He tried flexing his hand again. Princess nodded and left again. Jason removed his shirt and lay back down, his mind whirling. / µM«á¸g¹L¤@¨t¦Cªº³B²z¤u§@¥L¡A¦oµ²§ôÀˬd¤F¥¦¡C "¸x¬O¦n¡C §Ú»{¬°¥¦¥i¯à¤´µM¬O¯«¸g¦A²£¥Í¡C §A·Q­n§Ú­n¨D¤@­Ó­`½¶ÄÝ´Óª«¶Ü?" "§Ú¤£ª¾¹D¡C ¦³¥L­Ì¯à°µªº¥ô¦ó¨Æ¶Ü?"¥L¹Á¸Õ¦A¤@¦¸Ås¦±¥Lªº¤â¡C ¤½¥D¦A¤@¦¸ÂIÀY¦Ó¥BÂ÷¶}¡C ³Q§â¥LªºÅ¨­m©Mµ±²¾°Ê¦^¨Ó¤U¨Óªº³Ç¥Í¡A¥Lªº¤ß±ÛÂà¡C
"He's sending for one," Princess reported upon returning. / " ¥L¥¿¦b­qÁʤ@",¤½¥D¤@ÂkÁÙ³ø§i¡C
Jason nodded, "How was your chat?" / ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY," §Aªº²á¤Ñ¦n¶Ü "?
"Do you know any other names that your parents might have gone by?" she asked. / " §Aª¾¹D§Aªº¤÷¥À¥i¯àª¾¹Dªº¥ô¦ó¨ä¥Lªº¦W¦r¿í·Ó¨Ó¹ê¦æ¶Ü "? ¦o°Ý¡C
"Randall, I think." Princess ducked back out, then returned a few moments later. "What are you doing?" / "Äõ¼wº¸,§Ú·Q". ¦b¥~ªº¦V«á¦a³Q¨S¤J¤ô¤¤ªº¤½¥D, µM«áÂkÁÙ¤@¨Ç¤ù¨è¤§«á¡C " §A¥¿¦b°µ¤°»ò "?
"Zoltar is looking through previous orders." / " Zoltar ¥¿¦b¬Ý¹L¥ý«eªº¦¸§Ç " ¡C
"Why bother? It'll only dredge up more memories than I need." / " ¬°¤°»ò·ÐÂZ? ¥¦¥u±N¦b¸û§Ú¬°¦hªº°O¾Ð¤W­±¥Î«õªd¾÷²¨¯C»Ý­n¡C"
"It would answer your questions, wouldn't it?" / "¥¦±N·|¦^µª§Aªº°ÝÃD,¥¦¤£¤£±N·|¶Ü"?
"And only create more." / " ¦Ó¥B¥u³Ð³y§ó¦h".
Princess sighed. "Is your arm very bad? It'll be a while before any vehicles can get through. There's a storm building." "I know, saw it gathering. My hand is stiff, my elbow is starting to stiffen, and it still tingles from shoulder to fingertips. / ¤½¥D¼Û®§¡C "§Aªº¤âÁu«D±`Ãa¶Ü? ¥¦±N¦b¥ô¦óªº¨®½ø¯à³q¹L¤@·|¨à¤§«e¡C ¦³¤@´É¼É­·«B«Ø¿vª«¡C" "§Úª¾¹D,¨£¨ì¥¦¶°·|¡C §Úªº¤â¬O±j¯Pªº, §Úªº¤â¨y¶}©l°íµw¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦¦wÀR±qªÓ¨ì«ü¦yªº¿³¾Ä¡C
I'll survive, I guess." He sat up again. "I guess I'm.. pretty unwelcome here." / §Ú±NÄ~Äò¥Í¦s,§Ú²q´ú¡C"¥L¦A¤@¦¸¼õ©]¡C " §Ú²q´ú§Ú¬O¡C¡C ¬Û·í¤£¨üÅwªïªº¦b³o¸Ì¡C"
"You're not," Princess replied softly, "He feels really awful. / " §A¬O¤£,"¤½¥D¬X©M¦aµªÂÐ ",¥Lı±o¯uªº¥i©È¡C
That's why he's looking." Jason nodded, then was silent for so long / ¨º¬O , ¥L¬°¤°»ò¥¿¦b¬Ý¡C"³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY, µM«á¨HÀq¹ï³o»òªøªº
Princess felt uncertain what to do. Finally, she got up and returned to the main room. Jason sat on the bed for a while longer, then found a fresh shirt and some cloth to make a sling for his arm. When he was presentable, he crept out in search of Princess. / ¤½¥D·Pı¤F¤£½T©wªº¸Ó°µ¤°»ò¡C ³Ì«á¡A¦o°_§É¦Ó¥B¦^¨ì¥D­nªº©Ð¶¡¡C ³Ç¥Í§¤¦b§É¤W¤@°}¤l§ó¤[,µM«áµo²{·sÂAªºÅ¨­m©M¤@¨Ç¥¬®Æ¬°¥Lªº¤âÁu»s³y¤@­Ó§ë¥Û¾¹¡C ·í¥L¬O¥i¨£¤Hªº®É­Ô, ¥L´M§ä¤½¥Dª¦¥X¡C
She sat on a large sofa with yarn in her lap, talking in an upset voice to the old woman. She was crocheting, stabbing so frantically at the yarn that it looked like she was torturing string. / ¦o¥H¦oªº½¥»\¯½§¤¦b¤@±i¤jªº¨Fµo¤W,¹ï¦Ñ¤k¤H¦b¤@ºØ·Ð¶ÃªºÁn­µ¤¤Á¿¸Ü¡C ¦o¥¿¦b¥Î¹_°w½s´, ¨ë¬ïªº¦p¦¹¨g¼É¦a¦b¯½¥H­P©ó¥¦¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¦o¤@¼Ë¥¿¦b«þ°Ý½u¡C
The old woman noticed him and glanced up, her face inscrutable. / ¦Ñ¤k¤Hª`·N¥L¦Ó¥B¿h°{¦b,¤W­±¦oªºÁyÃø¥H¤F¸Ñªº¡C
Princess made room for him on the couch, then made introductions in both languages. Jason grunted a greeting, working his arm and startling at a creak from the basement steps. / ¦bªø´È¤WÅý¥XªÅ¶¡µ¹¥Lªº¤½¥D,µM«á¥H¨âªÌªº»y¨¥§@¤F¤¶²Ð¡C ³Ç¥Í­ó¤F°Ý­Ô, ¤u§@¥Lªº¤âÁu©M¥O¤H¦YÅ媺¦b¨Ó¦Û¦a¤U«Ç¨BÆJªº¤@­ÓÁÓªîÁn¡C
"Nothing," Zoltar reported, "Any other names? Details?" / "¨S¨Æ ," Zoltar ³ø§i,"¥ô¦ó¨ä¥Lªº¦W¦r? ²Ó¸`?"
It took a moment for Jason to realize what the tall Spectran was talking about. "I'm.. not sure. It's hard to remember," he racked his brain, searching for anything, anything at all. "McCray, maybe?" / ¥¦ªá¤@¨Ç®É¶¡Åý³Ç¥Í¤F¸Ñ¤°»ò°ªªº Spectran ¥¿¦b½Í½×¡C "§Ú¬O¡C¡C ¤£¬O½T«H¡C §xÃøªº¬O°O±o,"¥L§é¿i¤F¥Lªº¸£,´M§ä¥ô¦ó¨Æ,¥ô¦ó¨Æ¥þµM¡C "McCray,¤]³\"?
The old woman sat up, "Mac Reidh? Name wanting Mac Reidh?" / ¦Ñ¤k¤H¼õ©],"Mac Reidh? ¨S¦³ Mac Reidh ªº¦W¦r?"
Jason looked at Princess, ".. Do I have to spell it to her or something?" Princess shushed him. / ³Ç¥Í¬Ý¤½¥D,".¡C §Ú¥²¶·¹ï¦o©Î¬Y¨Æ«÷¥¦¶Ü?"¤½¥D¼NÁn¤F¥L¡C
Aranya was babbling syllables at Zoltar, "Lorg airson Mac Reidh, mmm, 's mathaid an t-Samhradh, coig bliadhna deug as-deidh." Zoltar arched an eyebrow wordlessly but obeyed. / Aranya ¬O¦b Zoltar ¶¢§èªº­µ¸`,"Lorg airson Mac Reidh ¡A mmm,' s mathaid t-Samhradh, coig bliadhna deug ·í°µ-deidh". Zoltar ¤}§Îªº¤@¹D¬Ü¤ò¨HÀq¦a¦ý¬OªA±q¡C
"What's going on?" Jason whispered to Princess. / " ¤°»ò¥¿¦bÄ~Äò"? ³Ç¥Í¹ï¤½¥D¦Õ»y¡C
"She's telling him to look to summer, fifteen years ago." / "¦o¥¿¦b§i¶D¥L´ÂµÛ®L¤Ñ,¦b¤Q¤­¦~¥H«e".
"Fifteen? But my parents died sixteen years ago." / "¤Q¤­? ¦ý¬O§Úªº¤÷¥À¦b¤Q¤»¦~¥H«e¦º¡C"
"Sixteen Earth years. Spectra's years are longer." / " ¤Q¤»­Ó¦a²y¼Æ¦~¡C ÀWÃЪº¼Æ¦~¬O¤ñ¸ûªøªº¡C"
"Brampton, New London Moon base?" Zoltar called up. / "Brampton,·sªº­Û´°¤ë«G§@°ò¦"? Zoltar ¥s¿ô¡C
Jason's heart jumped, "That sounds familiar. I'm not sure.. / ³Ç¥Íªº¤ß¸õÅD,"¨ºÅ¥°_¨Ó¼ô±x¡C §Ú¤£½T©w¡C¡C
everything's so fuzzy.." / ¨C¥ó¨Æª«¦p¦¹¼Ò½k¡C¡C"
"Found a reference for a Sine and Uilleam Mac Reidh -- Jeanne and William McCray." / " ¬°¥¿©¶©M Uilleam Mac Reidh µo²{°Ñ¦Ò -- ¬Ã©g©M«Â·G McCray¡C"
"William -- that was my father's name!" Mother Aranya sat back with an air of great satisfaction. Jason turned to Princess, "How does she know of my father?" / " «Â·G -- ¨º¬O§Úªº¤÷¿Ë¦W¦r!"Aranya ¥À¿Ë¥H´Îº¡¨¬ªºªÅ®ð³S¤â®ÇÆ[¡C ³Ç¥Í¨D§U©ó¤½¥D," ¦o¦p¦óª¾¹D§Úªº¤÷¿Ë "?
Instead of answering directly, Aranya told Zoltar to read off the official mission specs. They were pretty simplistic: A pair of minor spies in Intelligence were discovered by their captain to be disloyal to the Luminous One. They were possibly selling secrets to / ¥N´Àª½±µ¦a¦^µª¡A Aranya »¡ Zoltar ¥J²Ó¯d·N©x¤èªº¥ô°È¸Ô²Ó»¡©ú®Ñ¡C ¥L­Ì¬O¬Û·í¹L¤À³æ¯Â¤Æªº: ´¼¤Oªº¤@Âù¸û¤pªº¶¡¿Ò³Q¹ïµo¥ú¬O¤£¹êªº¤@¥L­Ìªº²îªøµo²{¤F¡C ¥L­Ì¥i¯à¦a¥¿¦b½æ¯µ±K¨ì
Earth, since many communications transmission were directed to that planet. They were ordered assassinated. / ¦a²y,¦Û±q³\¦h·¾³q¶Ç¿é¥H«á«ü¦V¨º¦æ¬P¡C ¥L­Ì³Q©R¥O·t±þ¡C
Jason bowed his head. "But.. that can't be!" he said, looking up, "My parents weren't Spectran.. were they?" / ³Ç¥ÍÅs¸y¤F¥LªºÀY¡C "¦ý¬O¡C¡C ¨º¤£¯à¬O!"¥L»¡, ¬Ý¦b "¤W­±,§Úªº¤÷¥À¤£¬O Spectran ¡C¡C ¥L­Ì¬O¶Ü?"
Aranya nodded agreement, "Not of Spectra. Of Earth." / Aranya ÂIÀY¤F¨óij," ¤£¬OÀWÃСC ¦a²y¡C"
Jason paled, jumping to a horrible conclusion, "Then what were they doing working *for* Spectra??" / ³Ç¥ÍÅÜ»a¥Õ,«Ü§Ö´N¤Uµ²½×," µM«á¥L­Ì¥¿¦b°µ¤u§@¤°»ò *¬°*ÀWÃÐ??"
Aranya leaned close, hoping he would understand her meaning, / Aranya ±µªñ¦a­Ê¾a, §Æ±æ¥L±N·|¤F¸Ñ¦oªº·N¸q,
"They not working to Shining One," she said in broken English, "They working to *us*." / "¥L­Ì¤£¤u§@¨ì¥ú«Gªº ," ¦o¥ÎÃa±¼ªº­^°ê»y»¡," ¥L­Ì¤u§@¨ì *§Ú­Ì*".
Jason was unenlightened, "Huh?" / ³Ç¥Í¬OµLª¾ªº," ­ó!"?
Aranya turned to Zoltar and babbled off an explanation. / Aranya Â÷¶}¤@ºØ¸ÑÄÀÂà¦V Zoltar ¦Ó¥B§r§r¾Ç»y¡C
Princess' eyes grew wide with comprehension, "Oh!! That's exactly who they were working for! Jason, your parents were working for the / Princess' ²´·ú¥Ñ©ó²z¸ÑÅܼe,"®@!! ¨º§¹¥þ , ¥L­Ì½Ö¥¿¦b¤u§@! ³Ç¥Í , §Aªº¤÷¥À¥¿¦b¤u§@¬°¨º
Spectran Underground!" / Spectran ¦a¤U!"
"And died for nothing," Jason said in a flat voice. / " ¦Ó¥B¦º§K¶O",³Ç¥Í¦b¤@ºØ¥­©ZªºÁn­µ¤¤»¡¡C
Aranya shook her head vehemently, "No! Not nothing! They giving us hope. We longtime put war on us with Terra. They giving hope, Terra people understanding what Shining One doing to Spectra people, to Spectra Aise." / Aranya ¿E¯P¦a·nÀY,"¤£! ¤£²@¤£! ¥L­Ìµ¹§Ú­Ì§Æ±æ¡C §Ú­Ìªø¤[¥Î¦a©ñ§Ú­Ì¾Ôª§¡C ¥L­Ì´£¨Ñ§Æ±æ¡A¤F¸Ñ¥ú«Gªº¹ïÀWÃФH°µªº¦a¤H,¨ìÀWÃЬü°ê¿ûÅK¤uµ{®v¾Ç·|¡C"
Jason blinked at the old woman, her meaning coming clearly through her fragmented English, "Unfortunately, my people still don't understand what's going on." / ³Ç¥Í¦b¦Ñ¤k¤H¯w²´,¦oªº¬ï¶V²M·¡¦a¨Ó¦oªº·N¸q¸H¤ù¤F­^°ê¤H," ¤£©¯¦a¡A§Úªº¥Á±Ú¤´µM¤£¤F¸Ñ¥¿¦bÄ~ÄòªºªF¦è " ¡C
The woman drew a deep breath, trying to compose her words, "Your parents.. They why I tell him - " she pointed at Zoltar, "'You do friend of Earth woman, giving trust. G-Force is in her; maybe she is helping too." / ¤k¤H¤Þ°_²`ªº©I§l, ¹Á¸Õ²Õ¦¨¦oªº¸Ü,"§Aªº¤÷¥À¡C¡C ¥L­Ì§Ú¬°¤°»ò§i¶D¥L - " ¦oºË·Ç Zoltar",'§A°µ¦a²y¤k¤HªºªB¤Í,´£¨Ñ«H¿à¡C G- ¤O¶q¦b¦o¸Ì­±; ¤]³\¦o¤]¥¿¦bÀ°§U¡C"
Jason smiled, then sobered again, "Then.. why did Anderson lie to me? Why did he wait until I was older to tell me the truth?" / ·L¯ºªº³Ç¥Í,µM«á¦A¤@¦¸¨Ï¨HµÛ,"·í®É¡C¡C ¦w¼w»¹¬°¤°»ò¹ï§Ú»¡ÁÀ? ¥L¬°¤°»òµ¥­Ô¡Aª½¨ì§Ú¬O¤ñ¸û¦~ªø§i¶D§Ú¨Æ¹ê?"
Princess shook her head. Zoltar snorted, very rudely; Aranya gave him a bad look. Jason closed his eyes and leaned back, trying to take it all in. He looked at Zoltar, "Thank you... You... don't know how much that information means to me." / ¤½¥D·nÀY¡C Zoltar ¼QµÛ®ð§ËÅT»ó¤l,«D±`µL§¦a; Aranya µ¹¤©¤F¥LÃaªº¯«±¡¡C ³Ç¥Í¦V«á¦aÃö³¬¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¦Ó¥B­Ê¾a, ¹Á¸Õ±a¥¦¥þ³¡¦b¡C ¥L¬Ý Zoltar,"ÁÂÁ§A¡C¡C¡C §A¡C¡C¡C ¤£­nª¾¹D¦h¤Ö¸ê®Æ¹ï§Ú·N¿×¡C"
"Sorry my 'joke' fell badly," Zoltar smiled, "Princess tells us communication is not encouraged among you." / "Ãø¹Lªº§Ú ' ¯º¸Ü ' ÄY­«¦a¶^¸¨ ," Zoltar ·L¯º," ¤½¥D§i¶D§Ú­Ì·¾³q¦b§A¤§¤¤¨S³Q¹ªÀy " ¡C
Princess snorted, muttering, "Actively discouraged. That's one of the reasons I don't want to go home, Jason. I.. don't want to face the Chief again." / ¤½¥D¼QµÛ®ð§ËÅT»ó¤l,³ä³ä¦Û»y,"¿n·¥®ð¾k¡C ¨º¬O§Ú¤£·Q­n¦^®aªº²z¥Ñ¤§¤@¡A³Ç¥Í¡C §Ú¡C¡C ¤£¦A·Q­n­±¹ï»â³S¡C"

Jason spent a few days mostly secluded, coming out only to collect his meals. The Spectrans respected his need for privacy, though it left Princess feeling a little lonely. At length, he began joining them for meals and slowly came out of his shell. / ³Ç¥Í¤j³¡¥÷«×¹L¤F¼Æ¤Ñ¤ÀÂ÷,¥X¨Ó¤£®Æ³º·|¦¬¶°¥Lªº¤@À\¡C Spectrans ´L·q¤F¹ïÁô¨pªº¥L»Ý­n,ÁöµM¥¦Â÷¶} , ¤½¥Dı±oµy·L©t³æ¡C ³Ì«á¡A¥L¶}©l°Ñ¥[¥L­Ì¬°¤@À\©MºCºC¦a±q¥Lªº¨©´ß¥X¨Ó¡C
A week after the revelations about his parents, Jason was spending a quiet day in the house alone with Princess. The two / ¤@­Ó¬P´Á¦bÃö©ó¥Lªº¤÷¥À´¦ÅS¤§«á¡A³Ç¥Í¥¿¦b¹ï¤½¥D·P¨ì©t¿Wªº©Ð¤l¤¤«×¹L¤@­Ó¦wÀRªº¤é¤l¡C ¨º¤G
Spectrans had gone to their respective jobs and Princess was working on yet another project. They had chatted on and off about superficial subjects. Jason found himself a glass of water, then returned to the livng room to stare at the walls. / Spectrans ¤w¸g¥h¥L­Ìªº¤À§O¤u§@¡A¦Ó¥B¤½¥D¥¿¦b¶i¦æ¤¤µM¦Ó¥t¤@­Ó­pµe¡C ¥L­Ì¤w¸g¶¢½Í¦b©M¤§¤WÂ÷¶}Ãö©óªí­±ªº¥DÃD¨Æ¡C ³Ç¥Íµo²{¥L¦Û¤v¤@ªM¤ô, µM«á¦^¨ì livng ©Ð¶¡¨nµÛÀð¾À¬Ý¡C
"Do you want to go outside?" Princess asked. / " §A·Q­n¥X¥h¶Ü "? ¤½¥D°Ý¡C
"Why not? There's nothing much else to do," Jason sighed, getting up and pulling on his cloak. Princess got her coat and a blanket and led him down to the beach. She spread out the blanket and they sat down. Princess sighed. / " ¬°¤°»ò¤£? §ó¥[§Oªº¨S¦³ªF¦è°µ,"³Ç¥Í¼Û®§,°_§É¦Ó¥B¦b¥Lªº¤æ½´¤W©Ô¡C ¤½¥D±o¨ì¤F¦oªº¥~®M©M¤@±ø¤ò´à¦Ó¥B§â¥L¤Þ¾É¤U¨Ó¨ì®üÅy¡C ¦o¶Ç¶}¤ò´à¡A¦Ó¥B¥L­Ì§¤¤U¡C ¤½¥D¼Û®§¡C
"What's wrong?" / " «ç»ò¦^¨Æ "?
"You.. being here," she replied, "The longer I'm here, the less I want to go home. You being here.. learning what we learned.. It just makes that feeling stronger." / "§A¡C¡C ¦b³o¸Ì," ¦oµªÂÐ ",·U¤ñ¸ûªø§Ú¦b³o¸Ì, ¤ñ¸û¤Ö¶q§Ú·Q­n¦^®a¡C §A¦b³o¸Ì¡C¡C ¾Ç°Ý§Ú­Ì¾Ç²ßªº¡C¡C ¥¦¶È¶È¨Ï¨º·PıÅܦ¨§ó±j§§¡C"
Jason wasn't sure whether to feel hurt by that or not, "Does it bother you? My being here?" / ³Ç¥Í¤£½T©w¬O§_·Pı¶Ë®`³Q¨º,"¥¦·ÐÂZ§A¶Ü? ¦b³o¸Ìªº§Ú¦s¦b?"
"No, not at all." / "¤£,¨M¤£".
"I guess I go home empty-handed, then," he sighed. / " §Ú²q´ú§Ú¦^®aªÅ¤âªº,µM«á",¥L¼Û®§¡C
"What do you mean?" / " §A·N¿×¤°»ò "?
"I was hoping that, when I returned to Earth, you'd go with me." / " §Ú§Æ±æ¨º,·í§Ú¦^¨ì¦a²yªº®É­Ô,§A±N·|©M§Ú¥h " ¡C
Princess gazed up at the elder sun hanging in the sky. The sky around it was blue and the red sunlight turned the clouds to shades of pink and lavender, turned the budding new grass a teal colour. She gazed out over the sea, to where the younger sun was just rising on the horizon, a small pink jewel. The blue sea was turned a murky purple by the suns' scarlet light. She shook her head, "Maybe I'm just a coward after all. The truth is, I'd rather face the Luminous One than Chief / ¤½¥Dª`µø¦b¦b¤ÑªÅ¤¤Äa±¾ªº¦~ªø¤Ó¶§¤W­±¡C ¤ÑªÅ¦b¥¦©P³ò¬OÂŦ⪺¡A¦Ó¥B¬õ¦âªº¤é¥ú±N¶³Âà¦V¯»¬õ¦â©M¼ÚÁ¡²üªº½®²D³B,Âà¤FµÞªÞªº·s¯ó¤@­Ó¤pàíÃC¦â¡C ¦o¹M¤Î®ü¬vª`µø¥X, ¨ì§ó¦~»´ªº¤Ó¶§¥¿¦b¶È¶È¤É°_­þ¸Ì§Y±N ,¤@¨Ç¤pªº¯»¬õ¯]Ä_¡C ÂŦ⪺®ü¬v³Q¤Ó¶§²`¬õ¦â¥úÂàÂK·tµµ¦â¤F¡C ¦o·nÀY,"¤]³\§Ú¥u¬O²¦³º¤@­ÓÀ¶®zªº¤H¡C ¨Æ¹ê¬O,§Ú±N·|¶W¹L»â³S¹ç¥i­±¹ïµo¥ú¤@
Anderson and the team." / ¦w¼w»¹©M¤p²Õ¡C"
Jason took her hand, "Its not you. I just.. don't think I can stay here. I know there's still much to learn, much to see.. but I don't belong here. You do. I can see it in your face, Princess. This is your home." / ³Ç¥Í±a¤F¦oªº¤â," ¥¦ªº¤£§A¡C §Ú¥¿ª½ªº¡C¡C ¤£­n»{¬°§Ú¯à¦b³o¸Ì°±¯d¡C §Úª¾¹D¤´µM¦³«Ü¦hªº¾Ç²ß, «Ü¦h¨£¨ì¡C¡C ¦ý¬O§Ú¦b³o¸Ì¤£ÄÝ©ó¡C §A°µ¡C §Ú¯à¥¿¹ïµÛ¨£¨ì¥¦,¤½¥D¡C ³o¬O§Aªº®a¡C"
She didn't answer. For a long time they sat in silence, watching the younger sun rise and the waves wash onto the beach. Birds cried and various sea creatures sounded. A seal barked. Princess looked up and waved at the dark shape moving towards them. Before too long, a ron cast itself up onto the sand, crawling up the beach to sit beside them. Jason eyed it warily. / ¦o¨S¦³¦^µª¡C ¦³«Üªøªº¤@¬q®É¶¡¥L­Ì¦b¨HÀq¤è­±§¤,¦b®üÅy¤§¤W¬Ý§ó¦~»´ªº¤Ó¶§¼W¥[©Mªi®ö¬~¡C ³¾­ú¡A¦Ó¥B¦UºØ¤£¦Pªº®ü¬v¥Íª«Å¥¡C ¦L³¹§p¡C ¤½¥D¬Ý¦b¦Ó¥B¤W­±¦b¦V¥L­Ì²¾°Êªº¶Â·t§Îª¬´§»R¡C ¥H«e¤Óªøªº,³Q¦b¨F¤l¤§¤W¦V¤W§ë¥¦¥»¨­ªº ron, ¦b®üÅy¤W­±ª¦¦æ¦b¥L­Ì®ÇÃ䧤¡C ³Ç¥Í²´ªº¥¦¯d¤ß¦a¡C
The creature had long, otter-dark hair, a covering of seal-like fur and a slight muzzle. Long whiskers bristled from its humanish upper lip. It had short arms with stubby fingers and a humanoid torso, well-padded and reminding him of Tiny. It's lower body was identical to a seal. Its dark eyes were much like those of a seal, but sparkled with intelligence. Jason knew he was looking at a sapient being. / ¥Íª«¦³¤Fªø¤S¤ôá- ¶Â·tªºÀY¾v¡A¤@­Ó¹³¦L³¹¤@¼Ë¤ò¥ÖªºÂл\©M¤@­Ó·L¤pªº°Êª«¤§»ó¤f¡C ªøªº¸|Ž±q¥¦ªº humanish ¤W¼L®B­è¤ò¡C ¥¦¥ÎÂ_®è¤@¯ëªº¤â«ü©M¤@­Ó¹³¤HªºÂß·F¦³µu¤âÁu,«Ü¦n¦a- ¶ñ¸É¦Ó¥B¨Ï¥L·Q°_·¥¤pªº¡C ¥¦¬O§ó§Cªº¨­Åé©M¦L³¹¬Û¦P¡C ¥¦ªº¶Â·t²´·ú¦h¹³¤@¦L³¹ªº¨º¨Ç, ¦ý¬O¥H´¼¤O°{Ä£¡C ³Ç¥Í»{ÃÑ¥L¥¿¦b¼f¬d¸ËÁo©ú¼Ëªº¦s¦b¡C
"A friend of yours?" he inquired of Princess. / " ¤@¦ì§AªºªB¤Í "? ¥L¦V¤½¥D¥´Å¥¡C
She nodded after greeting the ron, "Yes, this is - " and a flood of strange, bark-like syllables poured from her throat. / ¦o¦bªï±µ ron ¤§«áÂIÀY," ¬Oªº¡A³o¬O - "¦Ó¥B¤@­Ó©_©Ç¤S¹³§pÁn¤@¼Ë­µ¸`ªº¬x¤ô±q¦oªº«|³ï­Ë¡C
Jason blinked, "Run that by me again?" / ³Ç¥Í¯w²´,¦A¤@¦¸³Q§ÚºÞ²z¨º?
"Its kind of hard to pronounce," she blushed, "My pronounciation is terrible and I'm constantly being teased about it." She said the ron's name again, then turned to it and made gestures towards Jason, making introductions and a couple of sounds that sounded vaguely like a barked "Jason." The ron made a head gesture, paused as if remembering something, then extended one stubby, flat, thick-clawed hand. / " ¥¦ªºÃþ«¬§xÃø«Å§i",¦oÁy¬õ," §Úªº pronounciation ¬O¥i©Èªº¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¥¿¦b¤£ÅܦaÃö©ó¥¦³Q´Û­t " ¡C ¦o¦A¤@¦¸»¡¤F ron's ªº¦W¦r, µM«áÂà¦V¥¦¦Ó¥B»s³y¤F¹ï©ó³Ç¥Íªº¤â¶Õ,µo°Ê¤¶²Ð©M¤@¨Ç§t½k¦aÅ¥°_¨Ó¹³³Q§pªº " ³Ç¥Í " ¤@¼ËªºÁn­µ. ron »s³y¤F¤@­ÓÀY¤â¶Õ, ¼È°±¦n¹³°O±o¬Y¨Æ, µM«á©µ¦ù¤@Â_®è¤@¯ëªº¡M¥­©Zªº,«p-¥Î¤ö§ì¤â¡C
"I can think of a few names to give it," Jason grinned at / " §Ú¯à·Q¨ì¤@¨Ç¦W¦rµ¹¥¦ ", ³Ç¥ÍÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¦b
Princess. / ¤½¥D¡C
"Jason! Now are you going to be polite and shake hands or what??" The ron was wondering if it had gotten the wrong custom. / "³Ç¥Í! ²{¦b±N·|¬O§A¬O¦³Â§»ªªº¦Ó¥B´¤¤â©Î¤°»ò??"°²¦p¥¦±o¨ì¿ù»~ªº²ßºD¡A ron ı±o©_©Ç¡C
Jason reached out and shook the proffered hand; cold, slick and wet. He suppressed a shiver. "Now what, Princess?" / ³Ç¥Í¨ì¹F¥X¨Ã¥B·n°Ê³Q´£¨Ñªº¤â; ´H§Nªº¡M¥ú·Æªº©MÀã¡C ¥LÂíÀ£¤@¥´Å¸¡C " ²{¦b¤°»ò,¤½¥D"?
Princess shrugged, "She just came to chat." She turned and spoke to the ron, who nodded, barked a few friendly-sounding words to / ¤½¥DÁqªÓ," ¦o­è­è¨Ó¶¢½Í " ¡C ¦oÂà¦V¨Ã¥BÂIÀYªº ron »¡¸Ü, §p¤@¨Ç¤Íµ½¦a- µoÁnªº¦r¨ì
Jason, then shoved off to crawl back into the waves. / ³Ç¥Í,µM«á¨«¶}±ÀÀ½ª¦¦æªð¦^ªi®ö¡C
"Uhhh... bye?" Jason waved, a little puzzled as the ron kept casting curious glances back at him, "What's she doing? Putting a curse on me?" / "Uhhh¡C¡C¡C ¦A¨£?" ³Ç¥Í´§»R,·í ron ¦b¥LÄ~Äò§â¦n©_ªº¤@¿h§ë¦^¨Ó¡Aµy·L§x´b ",¦o¥¿¦b°µ¤°»ò? §â¶A©G©ñ¦b§Ú?"
"Hardly. She's just curious." / "­è­è¡C ¦o½T¹ê¦n©_¡C"
Jason watched the ron vanish into the sea. "Now what do we do?" / ¬Ý ron ªº³Ç¥Í¶i¤J®ü¬v¤§¤º®ø¥¢¡C " ²{¦b§Ú­Ì°µ¤°»ò "?
he sighed. He glanced over at Princess; she seemed sad, "What's wrong?" / ¥L¼Û®§¡C ¥L¦b¤½¥DÂsÄý; ¦o¦ü¥G«Ü¼~·T," «ç»ò¦^¨Æ "?
"I'd hoped.. maybe here... we could talk, but.." she shivered, pulling her coat snuggly around her, "I never did know what to say." / "§Ú¦³§Æ±æ¡C¡C ¤]³\¦b³o¸Ì¡C¡C¡C §Ú­Ì¥i¥H»¡¸Ü,¦ý¬O¡C¡C"¦o¥´Å¸,¦bªþªñ©Ô¦oªº¥~®M snuggly ¦o ",§Ú±q¤£½T¹êª¾¹D¸Ó»¡¤°»ò¡C"
Jason touched her shoulder, "What's wrong? Did I offend you? / ³Ç¥Í¸IIJ¤F¦oªºªÓ,"«ç»ò¦^¨Æ? §Ú¥Ç¸o§A¶Ü?
If I did, I'm sorry." / ¦pªG§Ú°µ,¹ï¤£°_¡C"
"No.. its not you." / "¸¹½X¡C ¥¦ªº¤£§A¡C"
"Then what is it?" / " µM«á¥¦¬O¤°»ò "?
"It's.. " she shook her head, "Its nothing. The Chief.. did his work too well." / "¥¦¬O¡C¡C " ¦o·nÀY ",¥¦ªº¨S¨Æ¡C »â³S¡C¡C ¤Ó°µ¦n¥Lªº¤u§@¡C"
"It's me, because I want to go home. Isn't it. You think he's brainwashed me or something." / "¦]¬°§Ú·Q­n¦^®a¡A©Ò¥H¬O§Ú¡C ¤£¬O¥¦¡C §A»{¬°¡A¥L¬O¬~¸£¤F§Ú©Î¬Y¨Æ¡C"
Her head snapped up, "How can you say that??" / ¦oªºÀY·m¥ý§Ë¨ì¤â ,"§A¦p¦ó¯à»¡¨º??"
"Then what is it? One moment you'll talk and the next you clam up! I feel like you're hiding something, that it has to do with me!" / "µM«á¥¦¬O¤°»ò? ¤ù¨è§A±N»¡¸Ü©M¤U¤@­Ó§Aµð¦V¤W! §Ú·Pı¹³§A¬OÂìY¨Æ,¥¦¥²¶·©M§Ú°µ!"
Princess just shook her head. Jason sighed, exasperated, "Then what's the matter? Why won't you tell me?" "I just wish.. we could talk. Like real friends." / ¤½¥D­è­è·nÀY¡C ³Ç¥Í¼Û®§,´o«ã,"µM«á«ç»ò¤F? §A¦ó¤£§i¶D§Ú?" "§Ú¶È¶ÈÄ@¡C¡C §Ú­Ì¥i¥H»¡¸Ü¡C ³ßÅw¯u¥¿ªºªB¤Í¡C"
Jason sighed, almost understanding her. "Let's start over." / ³Ç¥Í¼Û®§,´X¥G¤F¸Ñ¦o¡C " Åý§Ú­Ìµ²§ô¶}©l " ¡C
"He lied to us about your parents," Princess began, "I know he's told some nasty things to Keyop and Tiny. It made me wonder what he told you about me. / "¥L¹ï§Ú­Ì»¡ÁÀÃö©ó§Aªº¤÷¥À¨Æ ," ¤½¥D¶}©l," §Ú»{ÃÑ¡A¥L¤w¸g¹ï Keyop »¡¤@¨Ç¦Ã©ªº¨Æª«©M·¥¤pªº¡C ¥¦¨Ï§ÚÃhºÃ¥L§i¶D§AÃö©ó§Úªº¡C
"I never felt so betrayed or so alone as when I went up on trial. And then when the Spectrans raped me as well.. and you guys.. " she started to cry, "I just wanted to die." Jason hugged her tightly as she sobbed, "You guys all thought I deserved it.. but he never made *you* wear a miniskirt! I felt more raped by you guys than by the / " §Ú±q¤£¿W¦Û¦a³o»ò·Pı¥X½æ¥ª¥k·í°µ·í§Ú¦b¸ÕÅç¤W¤Wº¦ªº®É­Ô¡C µM«á·í Spectrans ¤]±°¹Ü¤F§Úªº®É­Ô¡C¡C ¦Ó¥B§A¥Î¤ä¯Á¼µ¦í¡C¡C " ¦o¶}©l­ú ",§Ú­è­è·Q­n¦º¡C" ·í¦oµo¥X¶ã«|Án­µªº®É­Ô¡A³Ç¥Íºòºò¦a¾Ö©ê¤F¦o ",§A¥Î¤ä¯Á¼µ¦í§Ú¸Ó±o¨ì¤F¥¦ªº©Ò¦³·Qªk¡C¡C ¦ý¬O¥L±q¤£»s³y *§A*¬ïµÛ¤@­Ó°g§Aµu¸È! §Úı±o§ó¦h³Q§A±°¹Ü¥Î¤ä¯Á¼µ¦í¶W¹L³Q¨º
Spectrans!" / Spectrans!"
"I'm sorry, Princess," Jason whispered, tears stinging his eyes, / "¹ï¤£°_,¤½¥D",³Ç¥Í¦Õ»y,¬y²\¨ë¤Hªº¥L²´·ú,
"I'm so sorry.." / "§Ú¬O¦p¦¹Ãø¹L¡C¡C"
"You guys laughed at me," she sobbed into his shoulder, "Told me I must have deserved it.. and here.. and here," she swallowed, choking out the words, "He turned the world upside down to find them.. killed them for me.. *Twice* he's killed for me! *He* saved me and you.. and you..." / "§A¥Î¤ä¯Á¼µ¦í¯º§Ú ," ¦o¶i¤J¥LªºªÓ¤§¤ºµo¥X¶ã«|Án­µ,"§Ú§Ú¤@©w´¿¸g¸Ó±o¨ì¥¦¹L§i¶D¡C¡C ¦Ó¥B¦b³o¸Ì¡C¡C ¦Ó¥B³o¸Ì,"¦o§],²¿®§¥X¦r ",¥LÄA­ËÂà¦V¤F¥@¬Éµo²{¥L­Ì¡C¡C ¬°§Ú±þ¤F¥L­Ì¡C¡C *¨â¦¸*¥L³Q¬°§Ú±þ! *¥L*¸Ñ±Ï¤F§Ú©M§A¡C¡C ¦Ó¥B§A¡C¡C¡C"
"Please.. I don't know about the others, but I'm so, so sorry," / "½Ð¡C¡C §Ú¤£ª¾¹D¨ä¾lªÌ¡A¦ý¬O§Ú¬O¦p¦¹,¦p¦¹Ãø¹L,"
Jason gazed at her, tears starting to spill onto his cheeks, "I wish there were some way I could make it up to you." / ³Ç¥Íª`µø¦o¡A¶}©l¦b¥LªºÀU¤§¤W·¸¥Xªº²\ºw," §ÚÄ@¦³§Ú¥i¥H¨Ï¥¦¥Ñ§A¨M©wªº¤@¨Ç¤èªk " ¡C
Princess scrubbed her cheeks, trying to regain control, "He must have told you something. I didn't think Tiny could be that cruel." / ¤½¥D¥Î¤OÀ¿¬~¤F¦oªºÀU, ¹Á¸Õ¨ú¦^±±¨î,"¥L¤@©w´¿¸g§i¶D§A¬Y¨Æ¹L¡C §Ú¨S¦³·Q·¥¤pªº¥i¯à¬O¨º»ò´Ý»Åªº¡C"
Jason closed his eyes in pain, hearing the Chief's words all too clearly. "He said.. you were a slut. That you invited trouble. He said those guys were unjustly accused.. That he thought.. it'd," he swallowed hard, "That it'd put you in your place." Jason turned away, ashamed as Princess burst into fresh tears, "I was stupid even to consider believing him. Oh Princess, I'm so sorry." He held her tightly as she wept. / ³Ç¥ÍÃö³¬¤F¥Lªº²´·úµh­Wªº,¥þ³¡¤Ó²M·¡Å¥»â³Sªº¸Ü¡C "¥L»¡¡C¡C §A¬O¤£ºÝ²øªº¤k¤H¡C ­þ¤@§AÁܽФF³Â·Ð¡C ¥L»¡¤F¨º¨Ç³Ã¥ë¤£¤½¥­¦a³Q±±§i¡C¡C ­þ¤@¥L·Q¡C¡C ¥¦¦³," ¥L§V¤O¦a§] ",¥¦±N·|§â§A©ñ¤J§Aªº¦a¤è¡C"³Ç¥ÍÂà¦VÂ÷¶}, ºF·\ªº·í¤½¥D¶i¤J·sÂAªº²\ºw¤§¤ºÃzµõ¤§®É ", §Ú¬Æ¦Ü¬O·MÄøªº¦Ò¼{¬Û«H¥L¡C ®@¤½¥D,§Ú¬O¦p¦¹Ãø¹L¡C"·í¦o­úª_ªº®É­Ô¡A¥Lºòºò¦a®»¦í¤F¦o¡C
Finally she cried herself out. In a soft, almost broken voice, she whispered, "Maybe one day I'll tell you my side of the story." / ³Ì«á¦o¦b¥~­ú¦o¦Û¤v¡C ¦b¬X³n¡A´X¥GÃa±¼ªºÁn­µ¤¤,¦o¦Õ»y," ¤]³\¤@¤Ñ§Ú±N§i¶D§A§Úªº¬G¨Æ¨­Ãä".
He nodded, "Whenever you're ready, I'll listen." / ¥LÂIÀY," µL½×¦ó®É§A·Ç³Æ¦n ,§Ú±NÅ¥ " ¡C

By the time they returned to the house, the elder sun had set and it was time to play Tell The Twins Apart. Jason did a double take, still mildly unnerved by how closely Zoltar resembled his sister. The / ·í¥L­Ì¦^¨ì©Ð¤lªº®É­Ô, ³Q¦³²Õªº¦~ªø¤Ó¶§©M¥¦¬O¸Óª±ªº®É­Ô¤À¿ëÂù­M­L¡C ³Ç¥Í°µ¤@­Ó¥[­¿®³, ¤´µM¬X©M¦a¨Ï¥¢¥h®ð¤O³Q Zoltar ¬Û¦ü¤F¥Lªº©n©f¦a¦hÄY±K¡C ¨º
Spectran ruler had become very concerned at seeing Princess, who's face still showed signs of her crying. / Spectran ²ÎªvªÌ¤w¸gÅܱo«D±`¦b¨£¨ì¤½¥D±¾¼{,¤½¥D¬OÁy¤´µMÅã¥Ü­úª_ªº¦o²Å¸¹¡C
"We... had a little talk," Jason explained, withering under / "§Ú­Ì¡C¡C¡C ¦³¤F¤p¤pªº½Í¸Ü,"³Ç¥Í¸ÑÄÀ, ¨Ï¦b¤§¤U­äÁÂ
Zoltar's glare. He inched back towards his room as Princess fell into / Zoltar's ªº°{Ä£¥ú¡C ·í¤½¥D¶^¤Jªº®É­Ô¡A¥L¦V¥Lªº©Ð¶¡¦V«á¦aºCºC«e¶i
Zoltar's arms. / Zoltar's ªº¤âÁu¡C
"Not staying for supper?" Mala inquired. / " ¤£¬°±ßÀ\°±¯d"? Mala ¸ß°Ý¡C
"Not much choice," Jason returned softly, "There isn't a / "¤£¬O¦hºë¿ï,"³Ç¥Í¬X©M¦aÂkÁÙ ", ¨S¦³¤@
McDonald's near by." Mala smiled. "I just thought they'd.. well.. like some privacy." "A good idea, actually," Mala nodded, glancing at her over-protective brother. "Come to the kitchen, if you like. You can help me." / ¾aªñªº³Á·í³Ò¤½¥q³Q¡C"Mala ·L¯º¡C "§Ú­è­è»{¬° , ¥L­Ì¦³¡C¡C ´é¥X¡C¡C ³ßÅw¤@¨ÇÁô¨p¡C" "¤@­Ó¦n·Qªk,¹ê»Ú¤W",Mala ÂIÀY,ª`µø¦o¦b- ¤§¤W«OÅ@ªº¥S§Ì¡C "¨ì¹F¼p©Ð,¦pªG§A³ßÅw¡C §A¯àÀ°§U§Ú¡C"
Jason nodded and followed her. "So what's for supper?" He listened with half an ear as she listed off various alien foods, the other ear tuned to the creak of feet on the staircase. / ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY¨Ã¥B¸òÀH¦o¡C " ¦p¦¹¤°»ò¬Oµ¹±ßÀ\"? ·í¦oÂ÷¶}¦UºØ¤£¦Pªº¥~°ê­¹ª«¦C¥Xªº®É­Ô¡A¥L¥H¤@¥bªº¦Õ¦·Å¥, ¥t¤@­Ó¦Õ¦·½Õ¿Óªº¨ì¦b¼Ó±è¤Wªº¸}ÁÓªîÁn¡C
Mala followed his gaze. "Leave them be," she said softly, then her expression turned sarcastic, "Unless you object." / Mala ¸òÀH¤F¥Lªºª`µø¡C "Â÷¶}¥L­Ì¬O ," ¦o¬X©M¦a»¡,µM«á¦oªºªí¹FÅܿب몺," °£«D§A¤Ï¹ï " ¡C
Jason shook his head, "No. He makes her happy. I've... never seen her like this. She looks so relaxed. She used to look so worried all the time, so insecure." He shook his head again, "She looked so much older." / ³Ç¥Í·nÀY," ¸¹½X¥L»s³y¦oªº§Ö¼Ö¡C §Ú¦³¡C¡C¡C ±q¤£¨£¨ì¦oªº¦PÃþ³o¡C ¦o³o»ò¬Ý©ñÃP¡C ¦o¹L¥h¤@ª½©l²×¬Ý°_¨Ó¦p¦¹µJ¼{,¦p¦¹¤£¦w¥þ¡C" ¥L¦A¤@¦¸·nÀY ",¦o¬Ý°_¨Ó¦p¦¹«D±`¦~ªø¡C"
Mala measured out a peach-coloured flour into a bowl, adding other ingredients and various grated vegetables. She beat the mixture powerfully, making her flesh shimmy. Jason watched, getting distracted. / Mala ´ú¶q®ç¤l- ±m¦âªºÄѯ»¶i¤@­Ó¸J¤§¤º,¼W¥[¨ä¥Lªº¦¨¤À©M¦UºØ¤£¦PªºÄl¿{½­µæ¡C ¦o¦³¤O¦a¥´²V¦X,»s³y¦oªº¦×¨®½üÂ\°Ê¡C ³Ç¥Í¬Ý,¤ß·Ð·N¶Ã¡C
"I didn't mean to make her cry," he said, trying to hold onto his train of thought. / " §Ú¤£¬O¬G·N­n»s³y¦oªº­úÁn",¥L»¡, ¹Á¸Õ«O¦í¥Lªº·Qªk¤õ¨®¡C
"If you had, my brother would have two choices open to him," she said, shimmying as she worked, "Punt you off planet, with or without a transuit as his mood suited him, or ship you back to the maximum security cells." She poured oil into a pot and set it to heat on the high burner of the woodstove. / "¦pªG§A¦³,§Úªº¥S§Ì±N·|¹ï¥LÅý¤G¿ï¾Ü¥´¶} ," ¦o»¡, ¨®½üÂ\°Ê·í¦o¤u§@¤§®É," ¥­©³²î§A¦b¦æ¬P¥~, ¥Ñ©ó©ÎªÌ¨S¦³ transuit ·í¥Lªº¤ß±¡¾A¦X¤F¥L, ©Î§â§A¸Ë²î¹B°e¦^³Ì¤jªº¦w¥þ²Ó­M". ¦o­Ëªo¶i¤@­Ó³ý¤§¤º¦Ó¥B³Ð¥¦¦b woodstove ªº°ª¤õÄl¤W¥[¼ö¡C
Jason nodded, brooding. "He must love her very much." / ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY,¨I«ä¡C " ¥L¤@©w­n«D±`·R¦o " ¡C
"Yes he does," Mala's voice was very soft. / " ¬Oªº¥L°µ ", Mala's ªºÁn­µ«D±`³n¡C
"She's very lucky." / " ¦o«D±`©¯¹B " ¡C
"I'm glad we agree." She tested the oil, then dropped spoonfuls of the batter into it, then checked a large souffle-type dish baking in the oven. / " §Ú«Ü°ª¿³§Ú­Ì¦P·N " ¡C ¦o´ú¸Õ¤Fªo,µM«á¶i¤J¥¦¤§¤º­°§C¤F¥´À»¤âªº¤@°Í,µM«áÀˬd¤F¯N½cªº¤@­Ó¤jªº³J¥Õ¤û¥¤¶p- Ãþ«¬ªº½L¤l¯MµH¡C
"I wonder if I'll ever be as fortunate," Jason said distantly. / " §ÚÃhºÃ¡A¦pªG§Ú´¿¸g±N¬O¦p©¯¹Bªº",³Ç¥Í»·¦a»¡¡C
Mala straightened up and looked at him, "You have no one?" / Mala §Ëª½¦b¦Ó¥B¤W­±¬Ý¥L," §A¨S¦³¤@ "?
"No." / " ¸¹½X "
"I am surprised," she said, "An organization like yours, I would have thought you would all have lovers." / "§Ú·P¨ìÅå³Y ," ¦o»¡,"¤@­Ó¹³§Aªº²Õ´,§Ú·|»{¬°§A¥þ³¡±N·|¦³·R¤H".
Jason shook his head, "No, Anderson wouldn't approve. He's made it clear that... well, after Princess, he.. well..." / ³Ç¥Í·nÀY,"¤£¡A¦w¼w»¹±N¤£ÃÙ¦P¡C ¥L¬O¨Ï¥¦²M·¡¨º¡C¡C¡C ¦n§a,¦b¤½¥D¤§«á,¥L¡C¡C ´é¥X¡C¡C¡C"
"Surprising." / " ¥O¤HÅå³Yªº ".
Jason didn't seem to hear. His voice was soft and wooden, staring at memory, "I brought a girl home once. He showed up, walked into my room without even knocking. He called her a slut and threw her out; he degraded both of us. She left, never called me back, never returned my calls. I haven't dated since." / ³Ç¥Í¦ü¥G¤£Å¥¨ì¡C ¥LªºÁn­µ«Ü³nªº©M¤ì»s,¨nµÛ°O¾Ð¬Ý,"§Ú§â¤@­Ó¤k«Ä±a¦^®a¤@¦¸¡C ¥L¥X²{,¨«¶i¤J¨S¦³¥­©ZªºÃz¾_­µªº§Ú©Ð¶¡¡C ¥LºÙ¦o¬°¤£ºÝ²øªº¤k¤H¦Ó¥B§â¦o»°¥X¥h; ¥L³Q­°¯Åªº§Ú­Ì¨â­Ó¡C ¦oÂ÷¶}, ±q¤£»{¬°§Ú«á­±ªº, ±q¤£¦^ÂЧڪº©I¥s¡C §Ú¦Û±q¨S¦³¬ù·|«á¡C"
Mala measured the ingredients for a dipping sauce while a small grill heated. She pulled a tray of marinating meat slices from the refridgerator. "Princess tells us you and the other boys were permitted to have whatever social life you pleased. I am not suggesting you are a liar," she hastened, forestalling Jason's impending tirade, "It is quite plain who the liar is." / ·í¤@­Ó¤pªº¯N¬[¥[¼öªº®É­Ô¡A Mala ¬°®ûÂæ´ú¶q¤F¦¨¤À¡C ¦o©Ô¤F¾M¨Ó¦Û refridgerator ªº¦×Á¡¤Á¤ùªº½L¤l¡C "¤½¥D§i¶D§Ú­Ì§A©M¨ä¥L¨k«Ä³Q¤¹³\¦³§A¨ú®®ªº¥ô¦óªÀ·|ªº¥Í¬¡¡C §Ú¨S¦³¦b«Øij¡A§A¬O»¡ÁÀªÌ,"¦o¶Ê«P,¥ý³Ç¥Íªº¹Gªñªø½g¤j½×¤@¨B ",¥¦¬Û·í²³æ , »¡ÁÀªÌ¬O½Ö¡C"
"Mark can do as he pleases. The rest of us..." / "·í¥L½Ðªº®É­Ô¡A°¨§J¯à°µ¡C §Ú­Ìªº¨ä¾lªÌ¡C¡C¡C"
Mala nodded, setting the small slices of meat on the grill. "I know this is not what you are used to. Meat is a scarce luxury here. / Mala ÂIÀY,³]©w¦b¯N¬[¤Wªº¦×¤pÁ¡ªº¤Á¤ù¡C " §Úª¾¹D³o¤£¬O§A©Ò²ßºD©óªº¡C ¦×¦b³o¸Ì¬OÃø±oªº»¨µØ¡C
But, I hope this will suffice?" Jason nodded, watching her as she bent down to check on the souffle. / ¦ý¬O, §Ú§Æ±æ³o±N¨¬°÷?"³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY, ¬Ý¦o·í¦oÅs¤U¨­Àˬd³J¥Õ¤û¥¤¶p¤§®É¡C
"What about you?" he asked finally, "Is there someone in your life?" / " ¤°»òÃö©ó§A"? ¥L³Ì«á°Ý," ¦b§Aªº¥Í¬¡¤è­±¦b¨º¸Ì¬O¬Y¤H"?
"No one permanent. I've a few wooers and one wannabe boy-toy whom I am considering taking up. But no one special. In that, I envy my brother greatly." / " ¨S¦³¤H¥Ã¤[ªº¡C §Ú¦³¤@¨Ç¨D±BªÌ©M¤@­Ó³¥¤ß«k«kªº¨k«Ä-§Ú¥¿¦b¦Ò¼{µÛ¤â¶i¦æªºª±¨ã¡C ¦ý¬O¨S¦³¤H¯S§Oªº¡C ¦b¨º¡A§Ú¸r¼}§Úªº¥S§Ì«Ü¤j¡C"
Jason sighed, "Must be nice." / ³Q¼Û®§ªº³Ç¥Í," ¤@©w­n«Ü¬ü¦n " ¡C
"Not really. Most of the advances I get are from people looking more at my power and position than at me. They seek to curry favour with my brother." / "¤£¬O¯uªº¡C §Ú±o¨ìªº¤j³¡¥÷ªº¶i¨B¨Ó¦Û¦b§Úªº¤O¶q¬Ý°_¨Ó§ó¦h©M¬Ý¦ì¸mªº¤H¶W¹L¦b§Ú¡C ¥L­Ì´M¨D©M§Úªº¥S§Ì¥Î©@­ù¯»½Õ¨ý¦n·N¡C"
Jason smiled wryly, "At least you're honest about your feelings. / ³Ç¥Í§á¬n¦a·L¯º,"¦Ü¤Ö§A¬O¸Û¹êªºÃö©ó§Aªº·Pı¨Æ¡C
I like that in a woman." / §Ú¦b¤@­Ó¤k¤H¤¤³ßÅw¨º¡C"
Mala gave a half-grin, "We do not have the same.. morals? / Mala µ¹¤©¤F¤@¥b-ÅS¾¦¯º,"§Ú­Ì¨S¦³¤@¼Ëªº¡C¡C ¹D¼w?
inhibitions? ..that most Terrans seem to have. In spite of the Luminous / ¸T¤î? ¡C¡C¤j¦h¼Æªº Terrans ¦ü¥G¦³¡C ¾¨ºÞµo¥ú
One's frequent attempts to instill such in us." / ¤@®É±`¨Ó³X¹Á¸ÕºCºC¦aÄé¿é¦p¦¹ªº¦b§Ú­Ì¡C"
Jason grinned, "Then what do you have?" / ³Ç¥ÍÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º," µM«á§A¦³¤°»ò "?
"A wholly different set of hang-ups," Mala chuckled. She fished out another batch of fritters and set them aside to drain. "Do you like meat rare? Or well done, or somewhere in between?" / " ¬ð°±ªº¾ã­Ó¤£¦P²Õ ", Mala ¦Y¦Yªº¯º¡C ¦o³¨¥X²Ó¤ùªº¥t¤@­Ó¤@©¡¦Ó¥B³]©w¤F¥L­Ì®Ç¥Õ±Æ¥X·¾¥~¡C " §A³ßÅw¦×¶Üµ}¨uªº? ©Î«Ü¦n¦a°µ, ©Î¬Y³B¦b?¤§¶¡"
"Somewhere in between." / " ¬Y³B¦b"¤§¶¡.
She slit the largest portion of meat and showed him the inside, / ¦oÁa¤Á¤F¦×ªº³Ì¤j³¡¤À¦Ó¥Bµ¹¥L¬Ý¤º³¡,
"Is that enough?" / " ¨º¬O¥R¨¬ªº"?
"That's just fine." / " ¨º¬O¥¿ª½ªº»@´Ú " ¡C
Mala glanced at him, not quite sure if the look on his face meant, on an Earthling, what it would mean on a Spectran. She smiled and pulled the meat off the grill, then deliberately bent over to pull the souffle out of the oven. / Mala ª`µø¥L, ¤£¬O¬Û·í½T«H¦pªG¦b¥Lªº³Q·N¿×ªºÁy¤W¯«±¡,¦b¤@­Ó¥@¤H¤W¡A¥¦±N·|¦b Spectran ¤W·N¿×¤°»ò¡C ¦o¦b¯N¬[¥~·L¯º¦Ó¥B©Ô¦×,µM«á¬G·N¦aÅs¸y§â³J¥Õ¤û¥¤¶p±q¯N½c©Ô¥X¨Ó¡C
"Looks.. nice." Sure enough, he was blushing. Mala bit her lip to keep from chuckling. Slicing the meat quickly into bite-sized pieces and setting them in bowls to catch their juices, she arranged the other foods into the bowls and platters that were typical Lower / "®e»ª¡C¡C ¬ü¦nªº¡C"·íµM¨¬°÷¡A¥L¥¿¦bÁy¬õ¡C Mala «r¤F¦oªº®BÁקK¦Y¦Yªº¯º¡C ¶i¤J«r³W¼Ò¶ô¤§¤º«Ü§Ö¦a¤Á¦¨Á¡¤ù¦×¦Ó¥B¦b¸J¤¤³]©w¥L­Ì®·®»¥L­Ìªº¥Ä,¦o¦w±Æ¨ä¥L­¹ª«¶i¸J¤§¤º¡A¦Ó¥B¨å«¬ªº¤j½L¤l­°§C
Feileidh dining ware. / Feileidh ¦Y¶º¯d¤ß¡C
"Sit down and start in," she encouraged him, taking up two platters, "I'll be right back." / " §¤¤U¦Ó¥B¶}©l¦b",¦o¹ªÀy¤F¥L,µÛ¤â¶i¦æ¤G­Ó¤j½L¤l," §Ú±N¬O¥¿½T¦a«á­± " ¡C
Jason watched her carry the trays upstairs. {What the hell am I doing, lusting after Zoltar's sister??} he thought wildly, {If he doesn't kill me for upsetting Princess, he'll have me drawn and quartered for wanting Mala!} He tried to rid himself of the blush that had flushed his face, as Mala returned to the kitchen, chuckling. She sat down, saying nothing, and both started on supper. / ³Ç¥Í¬Ý¦oªº¶i¦ì½L¤l¤G¼Ó¡C {§Ú¥¿¦b°µ¤°»ò,¦b Zoltar's ªº©n©f¤§«á³g¨D??}¥L³¥©Ê¦a·Q,{¦pªG¥L¤£¬°¥O¤H¥Í®ð¤½¥D±þ§Ú,¥L±N¬°¤í¯Ê Mala ¦³§Ú¼¬±|¦Ó¥B¥|µ¥¤À!} ¥L¸ÕµÛ§K°£¥L¦Û¤v¨ºÁy¬õ¨º¤w¸gÁyµo¬õ¥LªºÁy, ·í³Q¦^¨ì¼p©Ð,¦Y¦Yªº¯º Mala¤§®É¡C ¦o§¤¤U,²@¤£»¡,©M¨âªÌ¦b±ßÀ\¤W¶}©l¡C
"This is good," Jason said eventually. / " ³o«Ü¦n ",³Ç¥Í³Ì«á»¡¡C
"I'm glad you like it. Our food must seem very strange to you." / " §Ú«Ü°ª¿³§A¬Û¦üªº¥¦¡C §Ú­Ìªº­¹ª«¤@©w­n¹ï§A¦ü¥G«D±`©_©Ç¡C"
"Somewhat... As long as your brother doesn't make fun of me." / "²¤·L¡C¡C¡C ¥u­n§Aªº¥S§Ì¤£¼J§Ë§Ú¡C"
He told her about the breakfast fiasco, while Mala howled with laughter. / ¥L§i¶D¦oÃö©ó¦­À\ºG±Ñ¦Ó Mala ¥H¯º¨g§p¡C
"I found that poor girl huddled up on the chair in her room, staring at her bunk and waiting for it to move," Mala was saying, "He'd told her that we don't need alarm clocks because the mattresses would wake us when they started moving around looking for breakfast!" / "§Úµo²{¡A³h½aªº¤k«Ä±ÀÀ½¦b¦b¦oªº©Ð¶¡¤¤ªº´È¤l¤W¤W­± , ¹ï²¾°Ê¨nµÛ¦oªº§É¾Q¬Ý¦Ó¥Bµ¥­Ô¥¦ ," Mala ¥¿¦b»¡," ¥L¦³§i¶D¤F¦o¡A§Ú­Ì¤£»Ý­n¾xÄÁ¡A¦]¬°·í¥L­Ì¶}©l¨ì³B²¾°Ê§ä´M¦­À\ªº®É­Ô¡A©³¹Ô±N·|¥s¿ô§Ú­Ì "!
Jason grinned as she laughed, sipping his wine. "It's not like her to pull jokes like that," he said reflectively, "I guess its a sign of how relaxed she has become. I never thought of that." / ·í¦o¯ºªº®É­Ô¡A³Ç¥ÍÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º,°ã¶¼¥Lªº¸²µå°s¡C "¥¦¤£¹³¦o©Ô¹³¨ºªº¯º¸Ü ," ¥L¤Ï®g¦a»¡,"§Ú²q´ú¦o¤w¸gÅܱoªº¦p¦ó©ñÃPªº¥¦¤@­Ó²Å¸¹¡C §Ú±q¤£·Q¨ì¨º¡C"
He grew pensive, sipping wine and toying with his meal. Mala glanced at him speculatively, "What is your thought?" / ¥LÅܨH«ä,°ã¶¼¸²µå°s¦Ó¥B¥H¥Lªº¤@À\ª±§Ë¡C Mala «ä¯Á©Ê¦aª`µø¥L," §Aªº·Qªk¬O¤°»ò "?
Jason realized he was staring at her and blushed deeply. "Guess I was.. a .. little distracted," he stammered sheepishly, "I'm sorry." / ³Q¤F¸Ñ¥L¥¿¦b¨nµÛ¦o¬Ý¨Ã¥B²`²`¦aÁy¬õªº³Ç¥Í¡C " ²q´ú§Ú¬O¡C¡C ¤@¡C¡C §¹¥þ¤£¤À¤ß," ¥L²Û©Ä¦a¤f¦Y ",¹ï¤£°_¡C"
Mala set down her glass, "Why?" / Mala ©ñ¤U¦oªº¬Á¼þ," ¬°¤°»ò "?
Jason blushed even deeper, "You're.. uh.. beautiful." / ³Ç¥Í¬Æ¦Ü§ó²`¤JÁy¬õ,"§A¬O¡C¡C uh¡C¡C ¬üÄRªº¡C"
"I'm flattered." / " §Ú³Q¹L¥÷¸ØÆg " ¡C
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gawked like that." He glanced nervously at her, "Its just.. I don't feel I have to put up any barriers around myself.. You've been so good about me being here.. You've been so kind to me." / "¹ï¤£°_¡C §ÚÀ³¸Ó¤£­nè§bµÛ¬Ý¦PÃþ¨ºªº¡C" ¥Lºò±i¦aª`µø¦o ", ¥¦ªº¥¿ª½¡C¡C §Ú¨S·Pı , §Ú¥²¶·¦b§Ú¦Û¤v©P³ò·f°_¥ô¦óªº»Ùê¡C¡C §A¬O¦p¦¹¦nÃö©ó§Ú¦b³o¸Ì¡C¡C §A¹ï§Ú¤w¸g¬O¦p¦¹¿Ë¤Á¡C"
Mala smiled a quirky half-grin, "My brother keeps telling that I am jealous. Perhaps I am." / Mala ·L¯º¤F¸Þ¶Bªº¤@¥b-ÅS¾¦¯º,"§Úªº¥S§ÌÄ~Äò§i¶D§Ú¬O¶ú§ªªº¡C ¤]³\§Ú¬O¡C"
"Jealous? Jealous of what?" / "¶ú§ªªº? ¶ú§ªªº¤°»ò?"
"His good fortune in having an Earther to warm his bed," she replied frankly. Jason blushed again. She smiled again, more gently, "I find you attractive, and I admit that I am curious, but as I said, I already have a prospective boy-toy to turn to, should I become so lonely. You need not fear me." / " ¥Lªº¦n°]´I¦b¦³¤@­Ó¦a²y·Å·x¥Lªº§É¤è­±",¦o©Z¥Õ¦aµªÂСC ³Ç¥Í¦A¤@¦¸Áy¬õ¡C ¦o¦A¤@¦¸·L¯º,§ó³vº¥,"§Úµo²{§A§l¤Þ¤Hªº¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú©Ó»{¡A§Ú¬O¦n©_ªº,¦ý¬O·í§Ú»¡,§Ú¤w¸g¦³¤@­Ó¹w´Áªº¨k«Ä- ª±¨ãÂà¨ì,¸U¤@§ÚÅܦ¨¦p¦¹©t³æ¡C §A»Ý­n¤£®`©È§Ú¡C"
Jason looked away, "....its not you I fear." "I carry no disease." / ³Ç¥Í¬ÝÂ÷¶},"....¥¦ªº¤£§A§Ú®`©È¡C" " §Ú¨SÄâ±a¯e¯f " ¡C
"No.. Mala.. Its not you. It's just..." he sighed, "Its been so long..." / "¸¹½X¡C Mala¡C¡C ¥¦ªº¤£§A¡C ¯u¬O¥¿ª½¡C¡C¡C" ¥L¼Û®§ ", ¥¦ªº¬O¦p¦¹ªø¡C¡C¡C"
Mala smiled again, "You fear perhaps disappointing me? Well, not to worry: I am more disappointed by an unworthy man." / Mala ¦A¤@¦¸·L¯º," §A¤]³\®`©È¥O¤H¥¢±æªº§Ú? ¦n§a,¤£­n¦A·Ð´o: Âǵۤ@­Ó¤£­È±oªº¨k¤H§Ú¬O§ó¥¢±æªº¡C"
Jason sighed again, "Besides, if your brother doesn't kill me for upsetting Princess, he'll probably have me shot for being with you in the same bed." / ³Ç¥Í¦A¤@¦¸¼Û®§," ¦¹¥~¡A¦pªG§Aªº¥S§Ì¤£¬°¥O¤H¥Í®ð¤½¥D±þ§Ú,¥L±N¥i¯à¬°¦b¬Û¦Pªº§É¤¤¥Ñ©ó§A®gÀ»§Ú " ¡C
Mala frowned, misunderstanding his phrasing, "It would be crowded, certainly, and I am uncertain whether my brother or your sister are interested in group sex..." / Mala ½K¬ÜÀY, »~·|¥Lªº»yªk,"¥¦±N·|³Q¾ÖÀ½,½T©w¦a¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¤£½T©w¬O§_§Úªº¥S§Ì©ÎªÌ§Aªº©n©f¹ï¹ÎÅé©Ê§O·P¿³½ì¡C¡C¡C"
"Huh?? Now just a .. NO!!" Abruptly he was laughing, "No no, I didn't mean being in the same bed with *them*, I meant - " he blushed, "er.. you and me.. just the two of us.." Mala laughed, realizing her mistake. "He gives me the impression that he's really protective of you," Jason continued, "That maybe he doesn't want just *anyone* to be with you." / "­ó!?? ²{¦b¶È¶È¤@¡C¡C ¤£!!" ¬ðµM¦a¥L¥¿¦b¯º ", ¨S¦³¤£, §Ú¨S¦³·N¿×¦b¬Û¦Pªº§É¤¤¥Ñ©ó *¥L­Ì*, §Ú·N¿× - " ¥LÁy¬õ ",er¡C¡C §A©M§Ú¡C¡C ¥u¬O§Ú­Ì¤¤ªº¤G­Ó¡C¡C"Mala ¯º,¤F¸Ñ¦oªº¿ù»~¡C "¥Lµ¹§Ú¥L§A¯uªº¬O«OÅ@ªº¦L¶H ," ³Ç¥ÍÄ~Äò," ¨º¤]³\¥L¤£¶È¶È·Q­n *¥ô¦ó¤H* ©M§A¦b¤@°_".
Mala shook her head, "He does not question my choice of lovers. / Mala ·nÀY,"¥L¤£¸ß°Ý§Úªº·R¤H¿ï¾Ü¡C
He does not dare. He is protective of me, yes, as I am protective of him. No, he would respect my choice; if it proved to be bad, *then* he would start screwing thumbs." / ¥L¤£´±¡C §Ú¥L¬O«OÅ@ªº,¬O¡A·í¥L§Ú¬O«OÅ@ªº¤§®É¡C ¤£¡A¥L±N·|´L·q§Úªº¿ï¾Ü; ¦pªG¥¦ÃÒ©ú«ÜÃa,*¨º»ò*¥L±N·|¶}©l§áºò©æ«ü¡C"
Jason nodded, not reassured. "I still feel.. insecure.. " He put his face in his hands, "Maybe we should quit while we're ahead. / ÂIÀYªº³Ç¥Í,¤£¦w¤ß¡C "§Ú¤´µM·Pı¡C¡C ¤£¦w¥þªº¡C¡C " ¥L§â¥LªºÁy©ñ¤J¥Lªº¤â ",·í§Ú­Ì¶i¦æªº®É­Ô¡A¤]³\§Ú­ÌÀ³¸ÓÂ÷¶}¡C
I'll only disappoint you." / §Ú¥u±N¨Ï§A¥¢±æ¡C"
She laid her hand on his forearm. He peeked through his fingers at her. "You sound so certain," she said softly. / ¦o©ñ¸m¤F¦b¥Lªº«eÁu¤Wªº¦o¤â¡C ¥L°½¬Ý¹L¦b¦oªº¥L¤â«ü¡C " §AÅ¥°_¨Ó¦p¦¹½T©w ",¦o¬X©M¦a»¡¡C
"Its how I feel right now." / " ¥¦ªº§Ú¦p¦ó¥ß¨è·Pı".
"So? It would seem to me that you feel very UNcertain." She smiled, squeezing his arm lightly, "I have no wish to intimidate you. / "¦p¦¹? ¥¦±N·|¦ü¥G§Ú§Aı±o«D±`¤£½T©w¡C"¦o·L¯º,»´»´ªºÀ½À£¥Lªº¤âÁu ", §Ú¨S¦³·Q­n«Â¯Ù§A¡C
Perhaps when you are more relaxed, more certain of how things stand here. In the mean time, have some more wine, if you wish." / ¤]³\·í§A¦h³Q©ñÃPªº®É­Ô, §ó½T©wªº¨Æª«¦p¦ó¦b³o¸Ì¯¸¡C ¦b¥­§¡®É¤¤,¦³¦A¦h¤@¨Ç¸²µå°s,¦pªG§AÄ@¡C"
"It's not you, Mala. It's me." / "¥¦¤£¬O§A,Mala¡C ¬O§Ú¡C"
She pulled him into her arms and hugged him tightly. It startled him, then he relaxed and leaned into her. He found himself thinking of what Princess had said, days ago, about getting outside of their norm, about being with people who broke the cycle. But was she willing to be patient with him? Her full lips closed on his and he knew the answer was yes. / ¦oºòºò¦a©Ô¥L¶i¤J¦oªº¤âÁu¦Ó¥B¾Ö©ê¤F¥L¡C ¥¦¾_Åå¤F¥L,µM«á¥L¶i¤J¦o¤§¤º©ñÃP¦Ó¥B­Ê¾a¡C ¥H«e¨C¤Ñ¥Lµo²{¥L¦Û¤v¤½¥D¤w¸g»¡ªº«ä¦Ò,Ãö©ó¦b¥L­Ìªº°ò·Ç¥~Ãä±o¨ì,Ãö©ó©MÂ_±¼¤F©P´Áªº¤H­Ì¡C ¦ý¬O¦oÄ@·N¹ï¥L·P¨ì§Ô­@¶Ü? ¦oªº§¹¾ã®BÃö³¬¦b¥Lªº¤§¤W©M¥Lª¾¹Dµª®×¬Oªº¡C
He broke the kiss, startled by the sound of the refrigerator door opening, and looked around. Zoltar stood there in a long clingy robe, pulling a bottle of wine from the fridge. "Hi," he said, and left again. Jason's heart thudded. / ¥LÂ_±¼¤F§k, ³Q¹q¦B½cªù¶}©lªºÁn­µ¾_Åå, ¦Ó¥B¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý¡C Zoltar ¦b¤@¥óªøªºÂH¦í¼eÃPªø³T¤¤¯¸¥ß,©Ô¨Ó¦Û¹q¦B½cªº¤@²~¸²µå°s¡C " ¶Ù ",¥L»¡, ¦Ó¥B¦A¤@¦¸Â÷¶}¡C ³Ç¥Íªº¤ß¯y¦a¸¨¤U¡C
"Does he do that often?" he asked in an undertone. / " ¥L®É±`°µ¨º¶Ü "? ¥L¦b¤@­Ó§C­µ¤¤°Ý¡C
"What, get wine?" / "¤°»ò,®³¸²µå°s"?
"Walk in on you in the middle of a kiss. He scared the hell out of me." / "¦b§kªº¤¤¥¡¤¤ªº§A¨­¤W¨«¤J¡C ¥L±q§ÚÅåÀ~¤F¦aº»¡C"
Mala grinned, "Eee, well.. I do not think he knew we were kissing. Otherwise, I feel sure he would have knocked." / Mala ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º,"Eee,´é¥X¡C¡C §Ú¤£»{¬°¥L»{Ãѧڭ̥¿¦b§k¡C §_«h¡A§Ú·íµM·Pı¥L·|ºVÀ»¡C"
Jason swallowed hard and tried not to blush, "Perhaps.. we should go somewhere more private?" / ³Ç¥Í§V¤O¦a§]¦Ó¥B¹Á¸Õ¤£­n¦AÁy¬õ,"¤]³\¡C¡C §Ú­ÌÀ³¸Ó¬Y³B¥h§ó¦hªº¤Gµ¥§L?"
Mala's eyes glittered, "Perhaps we should." / Mala's ªº²´·úÀéÄê," ¤]³\§Ú­ÌÀ³¸Ó".

Jason woke the next morning feeling snug, safe and revived. / ³Ç¥Í³ê¿ô¨º¹j¤Ñ¦­±áı±oµÎ¾A, «OÀI½c¦Ó¥B´_µd¡C
Bands of pale scarlet sunlight dappled the ivory face snuggled against his shoulder. He smiled and savoured the memories of the night before. / »a¥ÕªÎ´´¦âªº¤é¥ú¼Ö¹Î´³¯¾ªº¶H¤ú»sªºÁy®Áªñ¹ï§Ü¥LªºªÓ¡C ¥L·L¯º¦Ó¥B«~À|°O¾Ð¦b¨º­Ó©]±ß¥H«e¡C
{All my life I've wanted someone to tell it like it is. Lucy had the same frank way; she was Spectran.} He sighed, brushing strands of gold off Mala's face, {Princess is right. Why did we have to come here to find what we need? Why can't we find it at home?} / { ¤@¥Í§Ú¤w¸g·Q­n¬Y¤H¹³¥¦¤@¼Ë§i¶D¥¦¬O¡C ÅS¦è¦³¤F¤@¼Ëªº©Z¥Õ¤èªk; ¦o¬O Spectran ¡C}¥L¼Û®§,±q Mala's ªºÁy²¨¨ê¶Àª÷ªºÀØ,{¤½¥D¬O¥¿½Tªº¡C §Ú­Ì¬°¤°»ò¥²¶·¨Ó³o¸Ìµo²{§Ú­Ì»Ý­nªº? ¦b®a§Ú­Ì¬°¤°»ò¤£µo²{¥¦?}
He smiled as her eyes opened, kissing her forehead as she stretched and cuddled up to him. "Good morning," he whispered in a teasing voice, "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" / ·í¦oªº²´·ú¥´¶}ªº®É­Ô¡A¥L·L¯º, §k¦oªº«eÃB·í¦o¦ù®i¦Ó¥B¼¾©ê¤§®É¥Ñ¥L¨M©w¡C " ¦­¦w,"¥L¦b¤@ºØ´Û­tÁn­µ¤¤¦Õ»y," ¬O¥¦·í¦n³B¬°§A·í¥¦¬Oµ¹§Ú"?
Mala smiled cozily, "My brother is probably right about / Mala µÎ¾A¦a·L¯º," §Úªº¥S§Ì¬O¥i¯à¥¿½T¦a¤j¬ù
Earthers." / Earthers¡C"
"And what did he say?" / " ¦Ó¥B¥L»¡¤°»ò "?
"Once you've had Earthling, there's no going back." / "¤@¥¹§A¤w¸g¦³¥@¤H, ¨S¦³¬y¦æªº«á­±".
Jason laughed softly, "That good, huh?" / ³Ç¥Í¬X©M¦a¯º,"¨º¤@­Ó¦n³B,­ó!"?
She stretched languidly, "Mmmmm very pleasant." / ¦o¯h­Â¦a¦ù®i," Mmmmm «D±`´r§Öªº".
Jason arched an eyebrow, "Pleasant??" She smiled and nodded. / ³Ç¥Í¤}§Îªº¤@¹D¬Ü¤ò,"´r§Öªº??"¦o·L¯º¦Ó¥BÂIÀY¡C
"I was pleasant??" he asked in mock outrage. She nodded, snuggling against him again. "Hmmmmmmmmm." / "§Ú¬O´r§Öªº??"¥L¦b°²ªº¼É¦æ¤¤°Ý¡C ¦oÂIÀY,¦A¤@¦¸®Áªñ¹ï§Ü¥L¡C " Hmmmmmmmmm".
"I have thirst," she said presently, "Would you like something?" / "§Ú¦³¤f´÷ ," ¦o¥Ø«e»¡," §A·Q­n¬Y¨Æ"?
"Yeah.. come to think of it, I would." / "¬Oªº¡C¡C ¨Ó·Q¨ì¥¦, §Ú±N·|¡C"
"Then I will be right back." She reached for her robe and swung out of the bed. At the same time, there was a sound of feet descending from upstairs. Jason rooted around in a wardrobe and found some cloth, tearing it into strips with a wide grin. There were voices in the kitchen, then uproarous laughter from Mala. More 'Spectran', then laughter from Princess. Jason ignored it, finishing his preparations. / " µM«á§Ú±N¬O¥¿½T¦a«á­± " ¡C ¦o¤Î©ó¦oªº¼eÃPªø³T¦Ó¥B·nÂ\Â÷§É¡C ¦P®É,¦³¤@ºØ±q¤G¼Ó­°ªº¸}Án­µ¡C ³Ç¥Í¦b¤@­Ó¦çÃo¤¤ªºªþªñ´Ó®Ú¨Ã¥Bµo²{¤@¨Ç¥¬®Æ,¥H¼eªºÅS¾¦¯º§èµõ¥¦¶iªø±ø¤§¤º¡C ¦b¼p©Ð¤¤¦³Án­µ, µM«á¨Ó¦Û Mala ªº uproarous ¯º¡C §ó¦hªº 'Spectran', µM«á¨Ó¦Û¤½¥Dªº¯º¡C ³Ç¥Í©¿²¤¤F¥¦,§¹¦¨¥Lªº·Ç³Æ¡C
There was more 'Spectran', lots of giggling, then Zoltar's voice sounding decidedly swaggering. Finished his preparations, Jason tucked the fruits of his efforts beneath his pillow, his ears pricking up at the sound of soft footfalls approaching his room. / ¦³§ó¦h 'Spectran' ¡A³\¦h¦Y¦Y¦a¯º, µM«á Zoltar's Án­µµLºÃ¦aµê±iÁn¶ÕÀ~¤Hªº´úÁè´ú±oªºµ²ªG¡C §¹¦¨¤F¥Lªº·Ç³Æ,³Ç¥Í¦b¥LªºªEÀY¤§¤U¥´¾îÁ·¤F¥Lªº§V¤O¤ôªG, ¥Lªº¦Õ¦·¨ë¦b±µªñ¥Lªº©Ð¶¡³n¸}ÁnªºÁn­µ¤W­±¡C
There was a tap at the door. "Come in," he called, grinning in anticipation. / ¦bªù¦³»´¥´¡C " ¶i¨Ó ",¥L©I¥s,¦b¹w´Á¤¤ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C
It looked like Mala, but was taller, wearing a different robe and had a Cheshire Cat's grin. Jason hastily pulled the blankets up over himself, giving the visitor a dark look. / ¥¦¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³ Mala ¤@¼Ë, ¦ý¬O¤ñ¸û°ªªº, ¬ïµÛ¤@¥ó¤£¦Pªº¼eÃPªø³T¦Ó¥B¦³¤F®ã°p¿ßªºÅS¾¦¯º¡C ³Ç¥Í¥^¦£¦a¦b¥L¦Û¤v¤§¤W§â¤ò´à©Ô°_¨Ó ,µ¹³X«È¶Â·tªº¯«±¡¡C
Zoltar was entirely unconcerned, the grin never wavering, "My sister says that you are strong and have stamina." Jason cocked an eyebrow at him, amid gasps of "oh my god he's really doing it" from / Zoltar §¹¥þ¤£Ãö¤ß, ÅS¾¦¯º±q¤£°Ê·n," §Úªº©n©f»¡§A¬O±jªº¦Ó¥B¦³ºë¤O " ¡C ³Ç¥ÍÁq¥ß¤F¦b¥Lªº¤@¹D¬Ü¤ò, ¦b³Ý®ð¤§¤¤ " ªí¥ÜÅå³Y§Úªº¯«¥L¥¿¦b¯uªº°µ¥¦"±q
Princess out in the kitchen. / ¦b¥~¦b¼p©Ðªº¤½¥D¡C
"So?" Jason's voice was hostile. / " ¦p¦¹ "? ³Ç¥ÍªºÁn­µ¬OÃh¼Ä·Nªº¡C
Zoltar tipped his glass at him with a challenging grin, "Best two out of three." The door closed. Jason lay back on the bed, amazed. / Zoltar ¥Î¬D¾Ô©ÊªºÅS¾¦¯º´£¥Ü¦b¥Lªº¥L¬Á¼þ," ³Ì¦n¤T¤¤¦³¤G". ªùÃö³¬¡C ³Ç¥Í¦b§É¤W¦V«á¦a©ñ¸m,¦YÅå¡C
That was NOT the kind of battle of skills he'd envisioned having against / ¨º¤£¬O§Þ³Nªº¾Ôª§Ãþ«¬¥L¦³·Q¹³¦³¤Ï¹ï
Zoltar. "Good god.." he breathed. / Zoltar¡C "¦n¯«¡C¡C"¥L©I§l¡C
Mala returned with two cups of ti and a case of giggles. "Oh / ¥H¤GªM ti ©M¤@­Ó±¡§ÎÂkÁÙªº Mala ¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C "®@
Aishe.. that was our fault. We dared him to do it." / Aishe¡C¡C ¨º¬O§Ú­Ìªº¹L¥¢¡C §Ú­Ì¨ë¿E¤F¥L°µ¥¦¡C"
Jason accepted a cup, "Why would you do that?" / ³Ç¥Í±µ¨ü¤F¤@­ÓªM¤l," §A¬°¤°»ò±N·|°µ¨º "?
"Oh we were just teasing each other. My brother and I have a special kind of intimacy. We can tell how much 'fun' we're having, as well as how often." / " ®@§Ú­Ì¥¿¦b¶È¶È´Û­t©¼¦¹¡C §Úªº¥S§Ì©M§Ú¦³¯S§OÃþ«¬ªº¿Ë±K¡C §Ú­Ì¯à¬Ý±o¥X , §Ú­Ì¥¿¦b¦³¦h¤Ö '¦³½ìªº', ³s¦P¦h¤[¡C"
"And as loud as we were, that doesn't come as any surprise to me," Jason added blandly. Mala giggled. He pounced on her and showered her face with kisses, reaching under his pillow and pulling out the four cloth ropes he had made. Mala gasped in surprise as he tied her wrists gently to the bed. / " ¦Ó¥B¹³§Ú­Ì¬O,¨º¤£¦p¹ï§Ú¨Ó»¡ªº¥ô¦ó·N¥~¨Ó¤@¼Ëªº°ªÁn¦a",³Ç¥Í·Å©M¦a¼W¥[¡C Mala ¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C ¥L¦b¦o¨­¤WÅ̦í¨Ã¥B¥Î§k²O¯D¦oªºÁy, ¦b¥LªºªEÀY¤§¤U¨ì¹F¦Ó¥B©Ô¥X¥|¥¬®Æ¥H÷±Nô¦í¥L¤w¸g°µ¡C ·í¥L³vº¥¦aô¤F¦oªº¤âµÃ¨ì§Éªº®É­Ô¡A Mala ¦b·N¥~¤¤³Ý®ð¡C
"Now you're not going to hurt me, are you? I am not into pain." / "²{¦b§A¤£±N¶Ë®`§Ú,¬O¶Ü ? §Ú¤£¬O¶i¤Jµh­W¤§¤º¡C"
Jason just grinned and tied her ankles, spreading her legs apart, "Well, you said last night was pleasant..." / ³Ç¥Í­è­èÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¦Ó¥Bô¤F¦oªº¸}½ï,¤À§O¦a¶Ç§G¦oªº»L," ¶â¡A§A¬Q±ß»¡¬O´r§Öªº¡C¡C¡C"
"And it was. What are you trying for?" / "¦Ó¥B¥¦¬O¡C §A¥¿¦b¹Á¸Õ¤°»ò?"
He kissed her nose, grinning, "A different response." He bent over her and began to nuzzle her neck. / ¥L§k¤F¦oªº»ó¤l,ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º," ¤@­Ó¤£¦Pªº¦^À³ ". ¥LÅs¸y¦o¦Ó¥B¶}©l±N»ó´¡¤J¦oªº²ä¤l¡C
Hurting her was the last thing on his mind. He grinned up from between her thighs, watching her strain against the bonds, her round breasts heaving with her cries, shiny with sweat as she twisted in climax. He licked her clean, then knelt over her, gazing at her with longing and delight. / ¶Ë®`¦o¬O¦b¥Lªº¤ß¤W³Ì«á¤@¥ó¨Æª«¡C ¥LÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¦b±q¤W­±¦b¦oªº¤j»L¤§¶¡,¬Ý¹ï§Ü§ô¿£¡A¦oªº¥H¦o­úÁn¥Î¤OÁ|°_ªº¶ê¯Ý³¡ªº¦oºò±i, ¦³¥ú¿Aªº¥Ñ©ó¦½·í¦o¦b°ª¼é¤¤À¾¤§®É¡C ¥L»Q¤F¦o°®²bªº,µM«á¦b¦o¤§¤W¸÷¤U,¦b¦o¥H´÷±æ©M°ª¿³¾®µø¡C
"Eight point zero," called a voice from upstairs. / " ¤KÂI¹s ",©I¥s¤F¨Ó¦Û¤G¼Óªº¤@ºØÁn­µ¡C
"Seven point twelve! You can do better than that, Jason!" / "¤CÂI¤Q¤G! §A¯à°µ¤ñ¨º§ó,³Ç¥Í!"
"Shut up, you two!!" he yelled, laughing. Mala was too out of breath to crack up. "I don't hear *you* screaming!" Jason hollared back, "You were quiet all night!" / "³¬¼L, §A¤G!!"¥L¤j¥s,¯º¡C Mala ¬O¤Ó¤W®ð¤£±µ¤U®ð¦ÓµLªk±Y¼ì¡C " §Ú¨SÅ¥¨ì *§A*¦y¥s"! ³Ç¥Í hollared ¤ä«ù," §A¬O¾ã©]±ßÀR¤î"!
"I can't scream with my mouth full," Princess returned. Jason buried his face in Mala's shoulder and laughed. / " §Ú¥H§Úªº¼L¤£¯à¦y¥s¥þ³¡ ",¤½¥DÂkÁÙ¡C ³Ç¥Í®I¸®¤F Mala's ªºªÓ¥LÁy¦Ó¥B¯º¡C
"I hope I didn't wear you out," he murmured, untying Mala and caressing her. / " §Ú§Æ±æ¡A§Ú¨S¦³À¹¥X§A ",¥L§C»y,¤£¸j Mala ¦Ó¥B·R¼¾¦o¡C
"I'd better not be worn out or my brother will win." They grinned, laughing together. He rolled to his back, swinging her on top of him. She swung her leg over to straddle him, his hands roaming up and down her body. Jason let his head fall back, closing his eyes as she braced her hands on his shoulders and fitted him inside her. / " §Ú¤£³Ì¦n³Q¬ï¥X¡A©ÎªÌ§Úªº¥S§Ì±Nűo " ¡C ¥L­ÌÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º,¤@°_¯º¡C ¥L±²¨ì¥Lªº­I³¡,¦b¥Lªº³»ºÝ¤W·nÂ\¦o¡C ¦oµ²§ô·nÂ\¤F¦oªº»L¸ó¥ß¥L, ¥Lªº¤âº©¹C¤W¤U¦a¦oªº¨­Åé¡C ³Ç¥Í¦V«á¦aÅý¤F¥LªºÀY¬î¤Ñ, Ãö³¬¥Lªº²´·ú·í¦o¤ä¼µ¤F¦b¥LªºªÓ¤W¦o¤â¦Ó¥B¾A¦X¤F¸Ì­±ªº¥L¦o¤§®É¡C
There was a great crack upstairs, a THUNK, then hysterical laughter. Jason opened his eyes, "Quiet up there!! We're tryna fuck down here!!" Mala burst into laughter. / ¦³¤@­Ó´ÎªºµõÁ_¤G¼Ó¡A¤@­Ó½sĶ¦¸µ{¦¡, µM«á·²´µ©³¨½ªº¯º¡C ³Ç¥Í¥´¶}¤F¥Lªº²´·ú,"¦b¨º¸Ì¤W­±ÀR¤î!! §Ú­Ì¬O tryna ¦b³o¸Ì©Ê¥æ¤U¨Ó!!"Mala ¬ðµM¤j¯º¡C
"I think we've been disqualified," Princess called. / " §Ú»{¬°¡A§Ú­Ì¤w¸g³Q³à¥¢¸ê®æ ",¤½¥D©I¥s¡C
"What did you do?" Mala asked the ceiling. / " §A°µ¤°»ò "? Mala °Ý¤F¤ÑªáªO¡C
Zoltar answered, laughing almost too hard to speak, "We broke the bed!" / Zoltar ¦^µª, ´X¥G¯º¤Ó§V¤O¦a»¡," §Ú­ÌÂ_±¼¤F§É "!
Jason and Mala exchanged an incredulous look, then broke up laughing. "In order to win," he chuckled softly, "Shall we finish?" / ¥æ´«ÃhºÃªº¯«±¡³Ç¥Í©M Mala,µM«á¥Ë¸Ñ¯º¡C " ¦b¦¸§Çűo",¥L¬X©M¦a¦Y¦Yªº¯º," §Ú­Ì±N§¹¦¨¶Ü "?
Mala didn't answer, but got down to business. / Mala ¨S¦³¦^µª, ¦ý¬O°µÂI»{¯u¨Æ¡C
"We won," he panted finally. / " §Ú­Ì¾Æ±o ",¥L³Ì«á³Ý®§¡C
"Maybe," she gasped, sagging against him, "Just because they broke the bed doesn't mean they are deterred. He uses those kinds of excuses to the Luminous One." There was a pause, then they both got a fit of the giggles, imagining Zoltar telling the Luminous One that they couldn't keep fucking because the bed broke. / "¤]³\ ," ¦o³Ý®ð,¤U««¹ï§Ü¥L," ¶È¶È¦]¬°¥L­ÌÂ_±¼§É¤£·N¿×¥L­Ì³Q¨î¤î¡C ¥L¨Ï¥Î¹ïµo¥úªº¨º¨ÇºØÂǤf¤@¡C" ¦³¤¤¤î, µM«á¥L­Ì­Ç³£±o¨ì¾A©y¨º¦Y¦Y¦a¯º, ·Q¹³ Zoltar §i¶Dµo¥ú¤@­Ó¦]¬°§ÉÂ_±¼¡A©Ò¥H¥L­ÌµLªkÄ~Äò©Ê¥æ¡C
"C'mon," he nudged her, "Let's get some breakfast." / " C'mon",¥L¥Î¨y»´±À¤F¦o," Åý§Ú­Ì±o¨ì¤@¨Ç¦­À\ ".
They pulled on their robes and shuffled out to the kitchen, where Zoltar had Princess on his lap. They were giggling and feeding each other fruit, nuzzling each other with tender expressions. / ¥L­Ì¦b¥L­Ìªº¼eÃPªø³T¤W©Ô¦Ó¥B¨ì Zoltar ¦³¤F¦b¥Lªº½¥»\¤Wªº¤½¥D¼p©Ð©ì¦²¥X¡C ¥L­Ì¥¿¦b¦Y¦Y¦a¯º©M³vº¥±j¯Pªº©¼¦¹¤ôªG,¥Î·Å©Mªºªí¹F±N»ó´¡¤J©¼¦¹¡C
"You two make me diabetic," Jason grinned, "By the way, Mala and I won." He stuck his tongue out at them. / " §A­Ì¤G­Ó¨Ï§Ú¿}§¿¯f ",³Ç¥ÍÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º," ¶¶«K¤@´£¡A Mala ©M§Ú¾Æ±o " ¡C ¥L¦b¥L­Ì¦b¥~ªþµÛ¥Lªº¦Þ¡C
"*You* didn't break any furniture," Princess retorted, "*You* weren't enthusiastic enough." / "*§A*¨S¦³¥´¯}¥ô¦óªº®a¨ã,"¤½¥D¤Ï»é,"*§A* ¤£¬O°÷¨g¼öªº".
"We still won!" / " §Ú­Ì¤´µM¾Æ±o "!
"There's still tomorrow, Earthling," Zoltar grinned, "I'll have my new bed by then." / "©ú¤Ñ¤´µM¦³,¥@¤H",Zoltar ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º," §Ú±N¨ì®É­Ô¦³§Úªº·s§É " ¡C
"Bigger and better with bouncier springs?" / " §ó¤j©M¦n¥Ñ©ó¤ñ¸û§Ö¬¡ªº¬K¤Ñ"?
Zoltar laughed, "I bet this is not what you expected when you came to Spectra." / Zoltar ¯º," §Ú¥´½ä³o·í§A¨ì¹FÀWÃЪº®É­Ô¤£¬O§A´Á±æªº " ¡C
"No, its not," Jason chuckled and nuzzled Mala's hand, "But I think I can get used to it." She smiled tenderly at him and dished up helpings of porridge and fruit, pouring more tea and arranging it all on a tray to take back to bed. They waved and returned to Jason's room. / "¤£ , ¥¦ªº¤£ ," ³Ç¥Í¦Y¦Yªº¯º¦Ó¥B±N»ó´¡¤J¤F Mala's ªº¤â," ¦ý¬O§Ú»{¬°§Ú¯à²ßºD©ó¥¦ " ¡C ¦o·Å©M¦a¦b¥L©Mµ°©M¤ôªGªº¤¤¥W¦V¤W helpings ·L¯º, ­Ë§ó¦hªº¯ù¦Ó¥B¦b¤@­Ó½L¤l¤W¦w±Æ¥¦¥þ³¡¦¬¦^©T©w¡C ¥L­Ì´§»R¦Ó¥B¦^¨ì³Ç¥Íªº©Ð¶¡¡C
"I *never* thought I'd ever have such a conversation with / " §Ú *±q¤£* ·Qªk§Ú´¿¸g±N·|¦³¤@­Ó¦p¦¹¥æ½Í¥Ñ©ó
Princess," Jason said softly, "Not ever." He turned serious eyes to / ¤½¥D," ³Ç¥Í¬X©M¦a»¡ ",´¿¸g¤£­n¡C" ¥LÂà¦V¤FÄY­«ªº²´·ú¨ì
Mala, "I don't remember ever having a time like this. Thank you." / Mala,"§Ú´¿¸g¤£°O±o¤w¸g¦³¹³³oªº¦¸¡C ÁÂÁ§A¡C"
She set the tray down and kissed him gently. Jason reached behind him to lock the door, then carried her back to the bed. / ¦o³vº¥¦a©ñ¤U½L¤l¦Ó¥B§k¤F¥L¡C ³Ç¥Í¦b¥L«á­±¨ì¹FÂêªù,µM«á±N¦oªº­I³¡Äâ±a¨ì§É¡C
"You have had a life as hard as my brother's and mine," she said softly, "But without the love we had to help you through it. I do not know how you survived it." / "§A¤w¸g¹³§Úªº¥S§Ì¤@¼ËªºÃø¦³¥Í¬¡©M§Úªº ," ¦o¬X©M¦a»¡,"¦ý¬O¨S¦³·R§Ú­Ì¥²¶·¸g¹L¥¦À°§U§A¡C §Ú¤£ª¾¹D§A¦p¦ó¥­¦w´ç¹L¥¦¡C"
Jason's mouth set in a bitter line, "It was difficult. / ³Ç¥Íªº¼L¦b¤@±ø­Wªº½u¤¤³]©w,"¥¦«Ü§xÃø¡C
Sometimes painful. I wonder now how I survived, as well." / ¦³®Éµh­Wªº¡C §Ú²{¦bÃhºÃ , §Ú¦p¦óÄ~Äò¥Í¦s,¤]¡C"
"Princess has told us of her life. Was yours similar?" / "¤½¥D¤w¸g§i¶D§Ú­ÌÃö©ó¦oªº¥Í¬¡¡C ¬O§Aªº¬Û¦ü?"
"In a way," Jason admitted, "She never had to spend time in a psychiatric ward, I don't think. Lucky her." / "¦b¤@©wµ{«×¤W ," ³Ç¥Í©Ó»{,"¦o±q¤£¥²¶·¦bºë¯«ªvÀøªº¦u½Ã¤¤ªá¶O®É¶¡,§Ú¤£·Q¡C ©¯¹Bªº¦o¡C"
Mala frowned, "Why were you in a psychiatric ward? Were you ill? Are Earth psychiatric wards worse than Spectran wards?" "I was. I was very depressed, suicidal. I tried killing myself a few months after Princess was taken here." / Mala ½K¬ÜÀY,"¬°¤°»ò§A¦bºë¯«ªvÀøªº¦u½Ã¤¤? §A¬O¥Í¯fªº¶Ü? ¤ñ¸û Spectran ¦uÅ@¡A¦a²y§óÃa¦a¬Oºë¯«ªvÀøªº¦u½Ã¶Ü?" "§Ú¬O¡C §Ú«D±`ªq³àªº,¦Û±þ¡C §Ú¹Á¸Õ¦b¤½¥D¦b³o¸Ì³Q±a¼Æ­Ó¤ë¤§«á±þ®`§Ú¦Û¤v¡C"
"Why?" She saw him turn away and took his hand, "If I am too personal, please tell me. I will.. 'butt out?'" / " ¬°¤°»ò "? ¦o¨£¨ì¥LÂà¦VÂ÷¶}¦Ó¥B®³¤F¥Lªº¤â,"¦pªG§Ú¤Ó­Ó¤H,½Ð§i¶D§Ú¡C §Ú¨M·N¡C¡C '¹ïÀY¥X?'"
Jason shook his head, not meeting her eyes, "I was tired. Tired of fighting, tired of listening to Anderson and Mark, tired of constantly being put down." / ³Ç¥Í·nÀY , ¤£¹J¨£¦oªº²´·ú,"§Ú«Ü¯h²Ö¡C ¾Ô°«¯h­Â,Å¥¦w¼w»¹©M°¨§Jªº¸Ü¯h­Â,¤£Åܦa³Q©ñ¤U¯h­Â¡C"
He leaned into her and she pulled his head into her arms and stroked his hair. "And your people say that we are the bad guys," she sighed wryly, "When you first kidnapped me away from my brother, I feared you were going to violate me. That would have created an intergalactic incident. My brother would have turned very serious in his attacks on your planet; we have been 'pulling our punches.'" "I know. I'm not like that; I wanted to talk to him about / ¥L¶i¤J¦o©M¦o¤§¤º­Ê¾a©Ô¥LªºÀY¶i¤J¦oªº¤âÁu¦Ó¥B¦E§À¼Õ¤F¥LªºÀY¾v¡C "¦Ó¥B§Aªº¥Á±Ú»¡¡A§Ú­Ì¬OÃa³Ã¥ë,"¦o§á¬n¦a¼Û®§ ",·í§A³Ìªì¸j¬[¤F§Ú»·Â÷§Úªº¥S§Ì®É­Ô,§Ú®`©È§A±N­n¹H¥Ç§Ú¡C ¨º·|³Ð³y¤@­Ó»Èªe¶¡ªº¨Æ¥ó¡C §Úªº¥S§Ì·|¦b¹ï§Aªº¦æ¬P¥L§ðÀ»¤¤ÅÜ«D±`ÄY­«ªº; §Ú­Ì¬O '©Ô§Ú­Ìªº¥´¬}¾¹¡C'" "§Úª¾¹D¡C §Ú¤£¹³¨º; §Ú·Q­n¨ì³B©M¥L»¡¸Ü
Princess and you were the bait." He sighed, letting her rock him. His voice grew very soft. "He sets me and Mark against each other, always. / ¤½¥D©M§A¬O»ç¡C"¥L¼Û®§,Åý¦oªº©¥¥Û¥L¡C ¥LªºÁn­µÅÜ«D±`³n¡C " ¥L³]©w¹ï§Ü©¼¦¹ªº§Ú©M°¨§J,Á`¬O¡C
Always tells Mark that I'm wrong and he's right. It's always been like that, for as long as I can remember." / Á`¬O§i¶D°¨§J¡A§Ú¬O¿ù»~ªº¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¬O¥¿½Tªº¡C ¥¦Á`¬O¬O¹³¨º,¦]¬°¥u­n§Ú¯à°O±o¡C"
"It surprises me that you are as effective a fighting force as you are, given that you have no unity among you." / " ¥¦¨Ï§Ú¦YÅå¡A§A¬O·í°µ¦³®Äªº¤@¤ä¾Ô°«³¡¶¤·í§A¬O,µ¹§A¨S¦³¦b§A¤§¤¤ªº­ÓÅé".
"We fight to stop this war.. and nothing else." / "§Ú­Ì¹ï§Ü°±¤î³o¤@­Ó¾Ôª§¡C¡C ¦Ó¥BµL¨ä¥L¨Æ¡C"
Mala chuckled, "Well, if Mother Aranya, our scopes and the / Mala ¦Y¦Yªº¯º,"¶â, ¦pªG Aranya ¥À¿Ë¡A§Ú­Ìªº»â°ì©M¨º
Prophecies are correct, this war may stop sooner than you think." "I hope so," Jason breathed tiredly, "I have so little fight left.. so little sanity.." / ¹w¨¥¬O¥¿½Tªº,³o¤@­Ó¾Ôª§¥i¯à°±¤î±o¤ñ§A§ó§Ö¡C" "§Ú³o»ò§Æ±æ,"³Ç¥Í¯h²Ö¦a©I§l ", §Ú¦³¦p¦¹ªº¤Ö¦V¥ª¹ï§Ü¡C¡C ¦p¦¹¤p¯«´¼°·¥þ¡C¡C"
"That is why Princess wanted you brought here. She has found her sojourn with us... regenerating." / "¨º¬O , ¤½¥D¬°¤°»ò·Q­n§A¦b³o¸Ì±a¡C ¦o¤w¸g©M§Ú­Ìµo²{¦oªº³r¯d¡C¡C¡C ¦A²£¥Í¡C"
"And if it doesn't help..." / "¦Ó¥B¦pªG¥¦¤£À°§U¡C¡C¡C"
Mala stroked his hair tenderly, "I think it is already helping." / Mala ·Å©M¦a¦E§À¼Õ¤F¥LªºÀY¾v," §Ú»{¬°¥¦¤w¸g¥¿¦bÀ°§U " ¡C
Jason turned and pressed his head up beneath her chin, "It was fun.. last night, this morning.. Kind of scary, at first. I kept expecting Anderson to show up and bawl me out." / Âà¦V¦Ó¥BÀ£¥LªºÀY³Ç¥Í´£°ª¦oªº¤U¤Ú¤§¤U,"¥¦¬O¼Ö½ì¡C¡C ¬Q±ß,¤µ¤Ñ¦­±á¡C¡C Ãþ«¬®e©ö¨üÅ媺,°_¥ý¡C §ÚÄ~Äò´Á«Ý¦w¼w»¹¥X²{¦Ó¥B¤jÁn³d½|§Ú¡C"
Mala laughed delightedly, "I believe your Security Chief / Mala °ª¿³¦a¯º,"§Ú¬Û«H§Aªº¦w¥þ»â³S
Anderson would have quite a difficult time coming to Spectra, moreso trying to breach this house. And, he would have to get past my brother, who has heard quite enough about him." Her voice dropped to a soothing murmur, "We will try to protect you, Jason, and help you however we may." She pet him softly, smiling as he slipped into sleep. Once certain he was asleep, she slipped out of bed, then took up her breakfast tray and went back to the kitchen. / ¦w¼w»¹±N·|¬Û·í¦³§xÃøªº®É¶¡¨ì¹FÀWÃÐ,¹Á¸Õ¬ð¯}³o¤@´É©Ð¤lªº moreso¡C ¨Ã¥B,¥L±N·|¥²¶·¶V¹L§Úªº¥S§Ì±o¨ì,¥S§Ì¤w¸gÃö©ó¥L¬Û·í¨¬°÷Å¥¨ì¡C" ¦oªºÁn­µ¹ï¼¾¼¢ªº§C»y­°§C ", §Ú­Ì±N¸ÕµÛµM¦Ó«OÅ@§A¡A³Ç¥Í©MÀ°¦£§A§Ú­Ì¥i¯à¡C"¦o¬X©M¦aÃd·R¥L, ·L¯º·í¥L¶i¤JºÎ¯v¤§¤º·Æ­Ë¤§®É¡C ¤@¦¸½T©wªº¥LºÎ¼ô¤F,¦o·Æ­ËÂ÷§É,µM«áµÛ¤â¶i¦æ¦oªº¦­À\½L¤l¦Ó¥B¦^¥h¼p©Ð¡C
"Don't you two ever get enough?" she chuckled. / " ¤£§A¤G´¿¸g¥R¨¬"? ¦o¦Y¦Yªº¯º¡C
Zoltar and Princess broke their kiss and giggled, "Nope. Too much to catch up on. Why, do we make you jealous?" / Zoltar ©M¤½¥DÂ_±¼¤F¥L­Ìªº§k¦Ó¥B¦Y¦Y¦a¯º,"¤£¡C ¤Ó¦h»°¤W¡C ¬°¤°»ò,§Ú­Ì¨Ï§A¶ú§ª¶Ü?"
Mala laughed, then blushed, "I think not. You were right about / ¯ºªº Mala,µM«áÁy¬õ,"§Ú·Q¤£¡C §A¬O¥¿½T¦a¤j¬ù
Earthers, brother. Verrrrry imaginative." / Earthers ¡A¥S§Ì¡C Verrrrry ·Q¹³ªº¡C"
"Funny, I was thinking the same thing about Spectrans," Princess blinked innocently. / "¦n¯ºªº,§Ú¥¿¦b·QÃö©ó Spectrans ªº¬Û¦P¨Æª«",¤½¥DµL¸o¦a¯w²´¡C
"I would think my brother would have to be imaginative in order to break the bed!" / " §Ú±N·|»{¬°§Úªº¥S§Ì±N·|¥²¶·¬°¤F­n¥´¯}§É , ¬O·Q¹³ªº "!
Zoltar shrugged, "Well, one does get bored with war machines, after a while.." he grinned. They shared a leisurely brunch, laughing and chatting and enjoying the pleasures of a day off. Eventually Mala stretched and announced her intention to join Jason's nap. She returned to his bed and pulled his head onto her shoulder. He was whimpering in his sleep. / Zoltar ÁqªÓ,"¦b¤@·|¨à¤§«á¶â¡A¤@¥H§@¾Ô¾÷¾¹½T¹êÅܵL½ì¡C¡C"¥LÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C ¥L­Ì¤À¨É¤F±y¶¢ªº¦­¤ÈÀ\,¨«¶}¯º©M¶¢½Í©M¾Ö¦³¤@¤Ñªº§Ö¼Ö¡C ³Ì«á Mala ¦ù®i¦Ó¥B«Å§G¤F¦oªº·N¹Ï°Ñ¥[³Ç¥Íªº¤pºÎ¡C ¦o¦b¦oªºªÓ¤§¤W¦^¨ì¥Lªº§É¦Ó¥B©Ô¤F¥LªºÀY¡C ¥L¥¿¦bºÎ¹Ú¤¤¶ã«|¡C
{Nightmare,} she thought, and cuddled him closer, whispering soothing words in her native tongue. Jason shuddered and struggled, his cries becoming louder. / {¹ÚÆL,} ¦o·Q, ¦Ó¥B¼¾©ê¤F¥L¤ñ¸û¾aªñªº, ¥Î¦oªº¥À»y¦Õ»y¼¾¼¢ªº¦r¡C ³Q¾Ô·X¦Ó¥B§V¤Oªº³Ç¥Í¡A¥LªºÅܱo¤ñ¸û¤jÁnªº­úÁn¡C
"Jason? Jason!" She shook him gently but he fought her. / "³Ç¥Í? ³Ç¥Í!"¦o³vº¥¦a·n°Ê¤F¥L¡A¦ý¬O¥L¥´¥M¤F¦o¡C
Abruptly his eyes snapped open. "Jason?" / ¬ðµM¦a¥Lªº²´·ú«rÂ_¶}©ñªº¡C " ³Ç¥Í "?
"NOOOO!! GET AWAY FROM ME!! LEAVE ME ALONE!" There was the sound of running feet. Jason fell from the bed, still locked in his dream, "Get away!! Leave me alone!!" / "NOOOO!! »·Â÷§Ú!! §OºÞ§Ú!"¦³¬y°Ê¸}ªºÁn­µ¡C ³Ç¥Í±q§É±¼¤U,¤´µMÂê¦b¥Lªº¹Ú,"°kÂ÷!! §OºÞ§Ú!!"
"Night terror. That is bad," Zoltar said from the doorway. / "©]±ß®£©Æ¡C ¨º«ÜÃa,"Zoltar ±qªù¤f»¡¡C
"I had no idea," Princess said. She knelt by Jason, trying to wake him, "Jason! Jason, wake up! It's me, Princess. Wake up!" / "§Ú¤£ª¾¹D ," ¤½¥D»¡¡C ¦o¥Ñ³Ç¥Í¸÷¤U, ¹Á¸Õ¥s¿ô¥L,"³Ç¥Í! ³Ç¥Í,¿ô¨Ó! ¬O§Ú,¤½¥D¡C ¿ô¨Ó!"
"Stop.. no more... no more..." / "°±¤î¡C¡C ¨S¦³§ó¦h¡C¡C¡C ¨S¦³§ó¦h¡C¡C¡C"
"Jason, wake up!" / " ³Ç¥Í,¿ô¨Ó "!
"Sto... hhh... huhhh... ..... Princess?" / "Sto¡C¡C¡C hhh¡C¡C¡C huhhh¡C¡C¡C ..... ¤½¥D?"
"It's alright, Jason. You're safe." She wrapped her arms around his shivering body. / " ¥¦¬O¦nªº,³Ç¥Í¡C §A¬O¦w¥þªº¡C"¦o¦b¥LªºÅ¸§Ý¨­Å骺©P³ò¥]¸Ë¦oªº¤âÁu¡C
"...where..?" / ".¡C¡C¦b­þ¸Ì¡C¡C?"
"Taigh nan Ron. On Spectra." / "Taigh nan Ron¡C ¦bÀWÃФW¡C"
Jason sat up slowly, trying to shake off his dream. "Thought I was back in the psycho ward.." he whispered. Princess blinked. "They were.. dragging me in for treatment... didn't want to go..." / ³Ç¥ÍºCºC¦a¼õ©], ¹Á¸ÕÂ÷¶}¥Lªº¹Ú·n°Ê¡C " ·Q§Ú¦bºë¯«¯f¾Çªº¦u½Ã¤¤¦^¨Ó¡C¡C"¥L¦Õ»y¡C ¤½¥D¯w²´¡C "¥L­Ì¬O¡C¡C ©ì©Ô§Ú¦b¹ï©óªvÀø¡C¡C¡C ¨S¦³·Q­n¥h¡C¡C¡C"
"Treatment?" Zoltar asked, "You have a medical condition we should know about?" / " ªvÀø "? Zoltar °Ý," §A¦³§Ú­ÌÀ³¸Óª¾¹Dªº¤@ºØÂå¾Çªº±¡ªp "?
"Yeah," Jason's voice was numb, "I'm crazy as a loon. Suicidal. / "¬Oªº," ³Ç¥ÍªºÁn­µ¬O³Â¤ìªº ",§Ú¬Oµo¨gªº¦pÃi¤H¡C ¦Û±þªº¡C
Depressed." "I don't understand. Depression is a curable illness." / ªq³àÅå³Y¡C" "§Ú¤£¤F¸Ñ¡C ¤£´º®ð¬O¤@ºØ¥iÂåªvªº¯e¯f¡C"
"Anderson should've locked me up and tossed away the key. / "¦w¼w»¹ should've ¦V¤WÂê¤F§Ú¦Ó¥B§ëÂYÂ÷¶}Æ_°Í¡C
Instead, it was shock treatment and happy pills. Didn't help much." / ¬Û¤Ïªº¡A¥¦¬O¥O¤H·P¨ì·N¥~ªºªvÀø©M§Ö¼ÖªºÃĤY¡C ¨S¦³¦hÀ°§U¡C"
Jason rose shakily to his feet and dropped onto the bed, oblivious to the shocked gasps of the Spectrans. "It didn't help," he continued, "So / ³Ç¥ÍŸ§ÝµÛ¦b§É¤§¤W¤W¤É¨ì¥Lªº¸}¦Ó¥B­°§C, ©ö§Ñªº¹ï Spectrans ªº³Q¾_°Êªº³Ý®ð¡C "¥¦¨S¦³À°§U ," ¥LÄ~Äò,"¦p¦¹
Anderson decided battle would straighten me out." / ¨M©w¾Ôª§ªº¦w¼w»¹±N·|§Ëª½¥X§Ú¡C"
"Of course it didn't help," Zoltar's voice was outraged, "It doesn't treat the cause. It's like treating a gangrenous limb with accupuncture!" / "·íµM¥¦¨S¦³À°§U,"Zoltar's ªºÁn­µ³Q­â°d ",¥¦¤£¹ï«Ý¦]¯À¡C ¥¦¬O¹³¥Î accupuncture ¹ï«ÝÃa¯jªº¥|ªÏ!"
"But is it depression he suffers from, or hopelessness?" Mala interjected. Jason closed his eyes. / " ¦ý¬O¥¦¤£´º®ð¥L»X¨ü, ©ÎµL§Æ±æ"? Mala ´¡¼L¡C ³Ç¥ÍÃö³¬¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¡C
Princess sat beside him, taking his hand, "Jason, were you tested for depression, do you know?" / ¤½¥D¦b¥L®ÇÃ䧤,±a¥Lªº¤â,"³Ç¥Í, ¬O§A³Q¬°¤£´º®ð´ú¸Õ,§Aª¾¹D¶Ü"?
"If you call telling your life story over and over to a bunch of dudes in white coats, telling them how much you wish you were dead.. / " ¦pªG§A¤@¦A¦a©I¥s»¡§Aªº¶Ç°O¨ì¥Õ¦âªº¥~®M¤@§ô¸Ë¼Ò§@¼Ëªº¤H, §i¶D¥L­Ì§A¦h¤ÖÄ@§A¦º¡C¡C
sounds like a depression test to me." / ¹ï§ÚÅ¥°_¨Ó¹³¤@­Ó¤£´º®ð´ú¸Õ¤@¼Ë¡C"
"In other words, no." She sighed, "I don't know if you do have depression. I think Mala is right in that hopelessness plays a large part. But if you do.. Jason, the Spectrans have been curing depression, manic depression and schizophrenia for centuries," she shook her head, / "´«¥y¸Ü»¡,¸¹½X" ¦o¼Û®§,"¬O§_§A½T¹ê¦³¤£´º®ð¡A§Ú¤£ª¾¹D¡C §Ú»{¬°¡A Mala ¬OÅv§Q¦b¨ºµL§Æ±æª±¤@­Ó¤jªº³¡¥÷¡C ¦ý¬O¦pªG§A°µ¡C¡C ³Ç¥Í , Spectrans ¤w¸gªvÀø¤£´º®ð¡AļÆ{¯g©Mºë¯«¤Àµõ¯gªø¹F¼Æ¥@¬ö¤§¤[,"¦o·nÀY,
"It's really a pity the Luminous One chose to war with us; we could have traded for much of Spectra's advanced medical and recycling technology." "I think I have it," Jason countered, "Why do you think I like shining a loaded gun so much?" / "¥¦¯uªº¬O¤@­Ó¿ò¾Ñµo¥ú¤@¿ï¾Ü¨ì¹ï§Ü§Ú­Ìªº¾Ôª§; §Ú­Ì¥i¯à¬°³\¦hªºÀWÃÐ¥ý¶iªºÂå¥Í©M¦^¦¬§Þ³N¥æ©ö¡C" "§Ú»{¬°¡A§Ú¦³¥¦ ," ³Ç¥Í¨î¤î," §A¬°¤°»ò»{¬°§Ú³ßÅw°{Ã{¤@§â¤W½£ªººj³o»ò¦h"?
Princess and Zoltar exchanged a glance, then bared their own suicide scars, "We discovered we share a thing for blades." / ¤½¥D©M Zoltar ¥æ´«¤F¤@¿h, µM«á¨Ï¨ª»r¥L­Ì¦Û¤vªº¦Û±þ¬Í²ª," §Ú­Ìµo²{§Ú­Ì¬°¤M¾W¤À¨É¤@¥ó¨Æª« " ¡C
Jason showed his wrists, "Tried that once. Won me a free ticket to the psycho ward again." / ³Ç¥ÍÅã¥Ü¤F¥Lªº¤âµÃ,"¹Á¸Õ¤F¨º¤@­Ó¤@¦¸¡C ¦A¤@¦¸¾Æ±o¤F§Ú¨ìºë¯«¯f¾Çªº¦u½Ã¤@±i¦Û¥Ñªº²¼¡C"
Princess met his eyes, "If you want to know for sure, they can test you. It's a blood test." / ¤½¥D¹J¨£¤F¥Lªº²´·ú,"¦pªG§A·Q­n½T¹êª¾¹D,¥L­Ì¯à´ú¸Õ§A¡C ¥¦¬O¤@­ÓÅç¦å¡C"
Jason stared at her, then nodded, "When can I have it done?" / ³Q¨nµÛ¦o¬Ýªº³Ç¥Í,µM«áÂIÀY," ¦ó®É¯à§Ú¥¦°µ¤F"?
"I will take you into the city tomorrow," Zoltar replied, "You can have it done then." / " §Ú©ú¤Ñ±N®³§A¶i«°¥«¤§¤º ",Zoltar µªÂÐ," §A·í®É¯à¦³¥¦§¹¦¨¤F " ¡C
"Maybe you should let them do a full physical," Princess added, / " ¤]³\§AÀ³¸ÓÅý¥L­Ì°µ¤@­Ó§¹¾ãªº¨­ÅéÀˬd ",¤½¥D¸É­z,
"They may discover the cause of your dizzy spells and numbness." She glanced inquiringly at Zoltar, who nodded. Jason lay back on the bed, feeling tired and drained. / " ¥L­Ì¥i¯àµo²{§Aªº·w¯t²Å©G©M³Â¤ìªº¦]¯À " ¡C ¦o´M°Ý¦aª`µøÂIÀYªº Zoltar ¡C ³Ç¥Í¦b§É¤W¦V«á¦a©ñ¸m, ı±o¯h²Ö¦Ó¥B±Æ¥X·¾¥~¡C

The next morning there were breakfast smells rising from the kitchen. Jason awoke slowly, hugging his golden-haired teddy bear. Mala whiffled in her sleep. Jason opened his eyes to gaze at her. Her hair was in disarray, her cheek half on his shoulder, the sheet exposing one pink nipple. Jason reached out to stroke it gently, watching it harden under his touch. He leaned over to kiss it good morning, drawing a soft sound from the sleeping woman. He smiled, then kissed her forehead and slipped out of the bed in search of a shower. / ¹j¤Ñ¦­±á¦³±q¼p©Ð¤É°_ªº¦­À\¨ý¹D¡C ³Ç¥Í³ê¿ô±oºCºC, ¾Ö©ê¥Lªºª÷- ÀY¾v¤F¨àµ£ªºª±¨ãºµ¡C ¦bºÎ¹Ú¤¤ªº Mala whiffled¡C ³Ç¥Í¥´¶}¤F¥Lªº²´·úª`µø¦o¡C ¦oªºÀY¾v¬O¦bµL¯´§Ç¤¤, ¦oªºÀU¦b¥LªºªÓ¤W¤@¥b,¼ÉÅS¤@­Ó¯»¬õªº¨ÅÀY±i¡C ³Ç¥Í±µÄ²³vº¥¦a¦E§À¼Õ¥¦,¦b¥LªºÄ²Ä±¤§¤U¬Ý¥¦Åܵw¡C ¥Lµ²§ô­Ê¾a§k¥¦¦­¦w,µe¨Ó¦ÛºÎµÛªº¤k¤H¤@ºØ³nªºÁn­µ¡C ¥L³Q·L¯º, µM«á´M§ä¤@¦¸°}«B§k¦oªº«eÃB¦Ó¥B·Æ­ËÂ÷§É¡C
Out in the kitchen, Princess was putting Zoltar's hair up into the soft French roll that kept it neat under his mask. He wore his uniform, all but the cape and gloves, the mask lying on the table next to his plate. Cleaned and dressed, Jason entered the kitchen and poured himself a cup of ti. / ¦b¼p©Ð¤¤ªº¥~¡A¤½¥D¥¿¦b¶i¤J¦b¥Lªº°²­±¨ã¤§¤U«O«ù¥¦¾ã¼äªº³nªk°ê±²ª«¤§¤º·f°_ Zoltar's ªºÀY¾v¡C ¥L¬ïµÛ¤F¥Lªº¨îªA, ´X¥GÌa©M¤â®M,½ö¦bºò¾F¥LªººÐ¤l®à¤l¤Wªº°²­±¨ã¡C ²M²z¦Ó¥B¬ïµÛ,³Ç¥Í¶i¤J¤F¼p©Ð¦Ó¥B­Ë¤F¥L¦Û¤v¤@ªM ti ¡C
"Good morning, Jason." / " ¦­¦w¡A³Ç¥Í " ¡C
"Good morning, Princess, Zoltar." / "¦­¦w¡A¤½¥D,Zoltar".
"Madainn mhath dhut." / " Madainn mhath dhut".
Jason dropped onto the chair opposite them, "Big day at the office as well, Zoltar?" / ¦b´È¤l¬Û¹ï¨Æª«¤§¤W³Q­°§C¥L­Ìªº³Ç¥Í," ¦b¿ì¤½«Çªº¤j¤é¤l¤],Zoltar"?
"Unfortunately," the Spectran smiled, "The Luminous One wishes to mount another attack on your planet. His new weapon is ready." / "¤£©¯¦a,"Spectran ·L¯º ", µo¥ú¤@·Q­n®i¶}¦b§Aªº¦æ¬P¤Wªº¥t¤@­Ó§ðÀ»¡C ¥Lªº·sªZ¾¹·Ç³Æ¦n¡C"
"And what does it look like this time? A giant chicken?" / "¦Ó¥B¥¦¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³³o¦¸¤@¼Ë¤°»ò? ¤@­Ó¥¨¤HÁx¤p?"
Princess dissolved into giggles and had to re-pin a few sections. / ³Q·»¸Ñªº¤½¥D¶i¤J¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¦Ó¥B¥²¶·¦A¥Î°w§O¦í¤@¨Ç³¡¤À¤§¤º¡C
Zoltar grinned, "Worse, I'm afraid. It reminds me of a slug." / Zoltar ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º,"§óÃa¦a¡A§Ú®`©È¡C ¥¦¨Ï§Ú·Q°_¤@­Óªä¶ô¡C"
"Team's going to be a little short handed this time." / " ¤p²Õ¥hµy·Lµu¨º³o¦¸¶Ç»¼ " ¡C
"I've already sent the specs to our spies," Princess supplied, / " §Ú¤w¸g§â¸Ô²Ó»¡©ú®Ñ°eµ¹§Ú­Ìªº¶¡¿Ò¤F ",¤½¥D¨ÑÀ³,
"They should be alright." / " ¥L­ÌÀ³¸Ó¬O¦nªº " ¡C
"Awww.. You're no fun," Jason grinned. / "Awww¡C¡C §A¬O¨S¦³¼Ö½ì,"³Ç¥ÍÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C
"And if not, I shall aim for Security Chief Anderson's office," / " ¦Ó¥B¦pªG¤£¡A§Ú±N°l¨D¦w¥þ ¥D­nªº¦w¼w»¹ªº¿ì¤½«Ç ",
Zoltar offered, "The mission is not due to launch for another few days." / Zoltar ´£¨Ñ," ¥ô°È¤£¹w©wµo®g¥t´X¤Ñ".
"You're no fun either." / " §A¤]¨S¦³¦³½ìªº " ¡C
Zoltar grinned, "I shall demand Security Chief Anderson as my ransom for sparing the lives of the people of Earth." Amid chuckles, he struck an oratory pose, "People of Earth! Surrender Chief Anderson and I shall show you mercy!" He grinned as Princess howled and Jason snorked his ti. / Zoltar ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º," §Ú±N­n¨D¦w¥þ¦p¼e®¤¦a²yªº¤H¥Í©Rªº§ÚÅ«ª÷ªº¥D­n¦w¼w»¹ " ¡C ¦b¦Y¦Yªº¯ºÁn¤§¤¤¡A¥L¥´¤FºtÁ¿«º¶Õ,"¦a²yªº¤H! §ë­°¥D­nªº¦w¼w»¹¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú±Nµ¹§A¬Ý¤¯·O!" ¥L·í°µ¨g§pªº¤½¥D©M³Ç¥Í snorked ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¥Lªº ti¡C
"Oh man.. If we'd met years before, *I* would have handed him over to you!" Jason laughed. "What a toss-up that would have been! / " ®@¨k¤H¡C¡C ¦pªG§Ú­Ì¥H«e¦³¹J¨£¤F¼Æ¦~,*§Ú* ´N·|¶Ç»¼¥L¤F¦b¹ï§A¤§¤W!"³Ç¥Í¯º¡C " ¤°»ò¤@­ÓÂY¿ú·|¬O!
Zoltar to Anderson or Anderson to Zoltar - oh I can't decide!" They grinned. Zoltar started to pull on his gloves. "Your sister's still asleep. When am I due to go into town for tests?" / ¹ï¦w¼w»¹ªº Zoltar ©Î¹ï Zoltar ªº¦w¼w»¹ - ªí¥ÜÅå³Y§Ú¤£¯à¨M©w!"¥L­ÌÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C Zoltar ¶}©l¦b¥Lªº¤â®M¤W©Ô¡C "¤´µM¼ôºÎªº§A©n©f¡C §Ú¦ó®É¾A·íªº¬°´ú¸Õ¶i¤J«°Âí?"
"As soon as you have finished your breakfast, we shall go," the tall ruler responded, picking up his mask. Jason nodded and shovelled his breakfast. / "¤@¥¹§A¤w¸g§¹¦¨§Aªº¦­À\¡A§Ú­Ì±N¥h",³Q¦^À³,¬B°_¥Lªº°²­±¨ãªº°ª²ÎªvªÌ¡C ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY¨Ã¥BÃê¥Lªº¦­À\¡C
Princess handed him his coat, "You may want a mask today, Jason. / ¤½¥D¶Ç»¼¤F¥L¥Lªº¥~®M,"§A¤µ¤Ñ¥i¯à·Q­n°²­±¨ã,³Ç¥Í¡C
It's pretty bitter." Jason agreed. Princess and Zoltar shared a brief kiss, then he and Jason stepped out into the spring weather. / ¥¦¬Oº}«Gªº­W¨ý¡C"³Ç¥Í¦P·N¡C ¤½¥D©M Zoltar ¤À¨É¤F¤@­Ó²µuªº§k,µM«á¥L©M³Ç¥Í¶i¤J¬K¤Ñ¤Ñ®ð¤§¤º©ñ¤j¨B¥ï¨«¡C
It was a modest trek to Zoltar's vehicle. Jason settled himself in the seat while Zoltar revved the engine, warming it. He backed out of the space, then abruptly the craft lifted into the air. He turned about in the direction of the distant city. / ¥¦¬O¹ï Zoltar's ªº¨®½ø¤@­ÓÁ¾»¹ªº¨¯­Wªø³~®È¦æ¡C ·í Zoltar ¨Ï¥[³t°jÂà¤F¤ÞÀºªº®É­Ô¡A³Ç¥Í¦b®y¦ì¤¤¦w¹y¥L¦Û¤v,·Å·x¥¦¡C ¥L°h¥XªÅ¶¡,µM«á¬ðµM¦a­¸¾÷¶i¤JªÅ®ð¤§¤º¤É°ª¡C ¥LÂà¦VÃö©ó¦b»·ªº«°¥«¤è¦V¤¤¡C
"How long will this take?" Jason asked. / " ³o±N®³¦h¤[ "? ³Ç¥Í°Ý¡C
"Depending on how many tests, about two hours. I have business with the Luminous One, so I shall leave you about half an hour in. I will leave you in the company of my most trusted guards, but I shall return for you." / " ¥õ¿à¦h¤Ö´ú¸Õ,¤j¬ù¤G¤p®É¡C §Ú¦³¦³µo¥úªº¥Í·N¤@¡A¦]¦¹¡A§Ú±N¤j¬ù¥b­Ó¤p®ÉÂ÷¶}§A¦b¡C §Ú±N¦b²Õ§Úªº³Ì«H¿àªº¦u½Ã¤¤Â÷¶}§A¡A¦ý¬O§Ú±N¬°§AÂkÁÙ¡C"
"What kind of tests? / " ¤°»òÃþ«¬ªº´ú¸Õ?
"Blood tests, mostly. There may be others. You will be questioned quite thoroughly. Our medical system is quite advanced; hold back nothing, no matter how inconsequential or irrelevant it may seem. / "¦å´ú¸Õ,¤j³¡¥÷¡C ¥i¯à¦³¨ä¥¦¡C §A±N³Q¬Û·í¹ý©³¸ß°Ý¡C §Ú­ÌªºÂå¾Ç¨t²Î¬Û·í³Q«e¶i; §â´¤­I­±¨S¨Æ, µL½×¦p¦ó¤£¦XÅ޿誺©Î¤£¬Û¤zªº¥¦¥i¯à¦ü¥G¡C
It may help the physicians to reach a diagnosis." Jason nodded, feeling apprehensive. "I will leave word with the medical center to notify me when they are through." / ¥¦¥i¯àÀ°§UÂå®v¹F¦¨¤@ºØ¶EÂ_¡C"³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY,ı±o´m´m¤£¦w¡C " ·í¥L­Ì¬ï¶Vªº®É­Ô¡A§Ú±N¥HÂå¾Çªº¤¤¤ßÂ÷¶}¦r³qª¾§Ú " ¡C
"And can you tear yourself away from the Luminous One long enough to get me and take me back to your house?" / " ¦Ó¥B¯à§A§ÔµhÂ÷¶}µo¥ú¤@¨¬°÷´÷±æ¦³§Ú¦Ó¥B§â§Ú±a¦^§Aªº©Ð¤l"?
"Of course." / " ·íµM ".
Jason nodded again, apprehension a tight knot in his stomach. / ³Ç¥Í¦A¤@¦¸ÂIÀY, ²z¸Ñ¥Lªº­G¤@­Óºòªºµ²¡C
He watched as they circled down over a large white building, then Zoltar started the landing cycle. They touched down on the medical center and pulled into the elite space. Several people in guard and women's-guard uniforms were arrayed there, standing at attention. Zoltar emerged from the vehicle to a chorus of "Hail Zoltar!" "Hail, Spectra!" "Club!" / ·í¥L­Ì¹M¤Î¤@´É¤jªº¥Õ¦â«Ø¿vª«¥]³ò¤U¨Óªº®É­Ô¡A¥L¬Ý,µM«á Zoltar ¶}©l¤Fµn³°©P´Á¡C ¥L­Ì¦bÂå¾Çªº¤¤¤ß¤W±µÄ²¤U¨Ó¨Ã¥B·Æ¶iºë­^ªÅ¶¡¡C ¦u½Ã©M¤k¤H- ¦u½Ãªº¨îªA¤@¨Ç¤H¦b¨º¸Ì³Q§G¸p,¦bª`·N¯¸¥ß¡C Zoltar ±q¨®½ø¨ì¤@­Ó " ¦V Zoltar Åw©I " ªº¦X°Û¯B²{! "¦B¹r,ÀWÃÐ"! " Áp¦X¦æ°Ê "!
Zoltar looked them over, "You are on time, for once." / Zoltar µ²§ô¬Ý¤F¥L­Ì," §A·Ç®É,¶È¦¹¤@¦¸".
"Yes sire," grinned the one who'd said 'Club!', "Although I can't think of any snappy reasons why. I must have overSlept." / " ¬Oªº¨Ï¥Í ", ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¤F³Q»¡ªº who'd'­Ñ¼Ö³¡!'," ÁöµM§Ú¤£¯à·Q¨ì¥ô¦ó¼A©Ô°µÅTªº²z¥Ñ¬°¤°»ò¡C §Ú¤@©w´¿¸gºÎ¹LÀY¹L¡C"
"Are the physicians ready, Adraig?" / " Âå®v¹w³Æ¦nªºª¬ºA¡A Adraig ¬O"?
"Ready and waiting, Sire." / "¹w³Æ¦nªºª¬ºA©Mµ¥­Ô,°¡¤U".
"Excellent," Zoltar turned to where Jason stood waiting, ushering him ahead. He stepped forward and followed them into the building, feeling apprehension. No dull purple sheened the walls, no funny smells hung in the air; he felt even more vulnerable. / " Àu¨}ªº ", Zoltar Âà¨ì³Ç¥Í¦V«e¦a¯¸µÛ¤Fµ¥­Ô¡A ushering ¥L­þ¸Ì¡C ¥L¦V«e¦a½ñ¦Ó¥B¸òÀH¥L­Ì¶i«Ø¿vª«,·Pı²z¸Ñ¡C ¨S¦³¿ð¶wªºµµ¦â¥ú½÷¤FÀð¾À,¨S¦³¦n¯ºªº¨ý¹D¦bªÅ®ð¤¤¦Q; ¥Lı±o¬Æ¦Ü§ó©ö¨ü¶Ë®`¡C
A group of people in medical garb approached and met with / Âå¾Çªº¥´§ê¤@¸s¤H±µªñ¦Ó¥B¹J¨ì
Zoltar's party. "Adraig, did you bring...?" Zoltar broke off as Adraig waved a couple of large books. Dictionaries, Jason saw: Medical terms, / Zoltar's ªºÄÒ¡C "Adraig,§A±a¶Ü¡C¡C¡C?"·í Adraig ´§»R¤F¤Ò°üªº¤j®Ñ®É­Ô¡A Zoltar ¤¤Â_¡C ¦r¨å,³Ç¥Í¨£¨ì: Âå¥ÍºÙ,
English/Gaelic and English/Lower Feidhlidh. / ­^°ê¤H/ »\º¸»y©M­^°ê¤H/ ­°§C Feidhlidh¡C
The doctors introduced themselves in stilted English. Jason bowed to each of them then, feeling embarrassed, tried to do the same in / Âå¥Í¥Î²J¨Fªº­^°ê»y¤¶²Ð¤F¥L­Ì¦Û¤v¡C ³Ç¥ÍµM«áÅs¸y¨ì¥L­Ì¨C¤@­Ó,·Pı§xµ~,¸ÕµÛ°µ¤@¼Ëªº¶i¤J
Lower Feidhlidh and was rewarded with slaps on the back. They were brought to a consultation room, the doctors arraying themselves with notepads and computer consoles. Zoltar, Adraig and a woman soldier, / ­°§C Feidhlidh ¦Ó¥B»P¦b­I­±¤WªººQ¤@°_¼ú½à¡C ¥L­Ì³Q±a¨ì¤@­Ó¿Ô¸ß©Ð¶¡,¥Îµ§°O¥»©M¹q¸£±±¨îÂi§G¸p¥L­Ì¦Û¤vªºÂå¥Í¡C Zoltar ¡A Adraig ©M¤@­Ó¤k¤H­x¤H,
Nalia, sat down. The other woman soldier, Tonala, waited outside with the other guards. / Nalia,§¤¤U¡C ¥t¤@­Ó¤k¤H­x¤H¡A Tonala,©M¨ä¥L¦u½Ã¥~­±µ¥­Ô¡C
The questioning began, starting with diet and exercise. Jason answered, having to define what a "well balanced" meal was on Earth. He managed to detail his exercise programs without revealing any secrets about G-Force training. Then they asked about sleep patterns. / ¨º¸ß°Ý¶}©l,¥H¶¼­¹©M½m²ß¶}©l¡C ³Ç¥Í¦^µª, ¥²¶·©w¸q¤°»ò³Q«Ü¦n¦a¥­¿Åªº¤@À\¦b¦a²y¤W¡C ¥L³]ªk¨S¦³´¦ÅSÃö©ó G- ¤O¶qªº°V½m¥ô¦óªº¯µ±K²Ó»¡¥Lªº½m²ß­pµe¡C µM«á¥L­ÌÃö©óºÎ¯v¨å«¬°Ý¡C
He had normal nights of sleep only rarely. Most nights it took him hours to fall asleep; some he couldn't sleep at all. Then there were the nights where he had nightmares that left him screaming. / ¥L°ß¤@ªº«Ü¤Ö¦a¦³¤F¥¿±`©]±ßªººÎ¯v¡C ¤j¦h¼Æªº©]±ß¥Lªá¼Æ¤p®ÉºÎµÛ; ¤@¨Ç¥L¥i¥H¤@ÂI¤]¤£ºÎı¡C µM«á¦³¥L¦³¤F¯d¤U¤F¥L¦y¥sªº¹ÚÆL©]±ß¡C
Sometimes he couldn't sleep because he felt nauseated or dizzy; other times because he felt depressed. / ¦]¬°¥Lı±o¹½´cªº©Î·w¯t¡A©Ò¥H¦³®É¥LµLªkºÎı; ¨ä¥Lªº®É¥N¦]¬°¥Lı±oªq³à¡C
They asked about the nausea and dizziness, and Zoltar indicated that it was time for him to leave. Jason watched him go, feeling yet more vulnerable as the familiar figure vanished down the hall. He concentrated on the questions: There were days when he felt nauseated for no reason, then dizzy. Sometimes he had numbness in his arms or saw double. More and more frequently it was interfering in his work, impairing him as a warrior. He thought it might be due to his odd sleeping patterns. / ¥LÂ÷¶}ªº®É¶¡¨ì¤F¡A¥L­Ì°ÝÃö©ó¤Ï­G©MÀY©ü²´ªáªº¨Æ¡A¦Ó¥B Zoltar «ü¥X¡C ³Ç¥Í¬Ý¥L¥h, ·Pı¤´µM§ó©ö¨ü¶Ë®`ªº·í¼ô±xªº¼Æ¦r®ø¥¢¤U¨ÓªùÆU¤§®É¡C ¥L±Mª`©ó°ÝÃD: ·í¥L¬°¨S¦³²z¥Ñı±o¹½´cªº®É­Ô¡A¨º¸Ì¨C¤Ñ,µM«á·w¯t¡C ¦³®É¥L¦³¤F¥Lªº¤âÁu©Î¿÷¤l¥[­¿ªº³Â¤ì¡C ¶V¨Ó¶V®É±`¥¦¥¿¦b¤z¯A¥Lªº¤u§@,·l®`¥L¦p¤@­Ó¾Ô¤h¡C ¥L»{¬°¥¦¥i¯à¬O¥Ñ©ó¥Lªº©_¼ÆºÎ¯v¨å«¬¡C
The questioning took well over an hour, all being fed into the / ¨º¸ß°Ý¦b 1 ¤p®É¥H¨Ó®³±o¦n, ©Ò¦³ªº³QÁý¶i¤J¨º¤§¤º
Spectran doctors' computers. A little bloodwork was drawn and basic physical parameters were established, then the doctors set their machines to work. The computers would compile his list of symptoms and match them to every illness in the databases manifesting those symptoms. / Spectran Âå¥Íªº¹q¸£¡C ¤@¨Ç bloodwork ¬O¼¬±|ªº©M°ò¥»ªº¹ê»Ú°Ñ¼Æ³Q«Ø¥ß,µM«áÂå¥Í³]©w¥L­Ìªº¾÷¾¹¤u§@¡C ¹q¸£±N·|½sĶÄpª¬ªº¥L¥Ø¿ý¦Ó¥B»P¥L­Ì¬Û°tµ¹Åã¥Ü¨º¨ÇÄpª¬ªº¸ê®Æ®wªº¨CºØ¯e¯f¡C
They would then present the doctors with a list of possibilities to investigate. Jason wondered what the outcome would be. / µM«á¥L­Ì±N·|¥Î¤@³s¦êªº¥i¯à©Ê§e²{Âå¥Í½Õ¬d¡C ³Ç¥ÍÃhºÃµ²ªG±N·|¬°¦ó¡C
Fifteen minutes later, the list had arrived and he was being escorted to an examination room. Bloodwork vials were prepared, urinalysis was ordered.. Jason paled upon being told that one of the orders was for a spinal tap, to be followed by a CAT scan. / ¤Q¤­¤ÀÄÁ¤§«á¡A¥Ø¿ý¤w¸g¨ì¹F¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¥¿¦b³QÅ@½Ã¨ì¤@­Ó¦Ò¸Õ©Ð¶¡¡C Bloodwork ¬Á¼þ¤p²~³Q·Ç³Æ,§¿¤ÀªR³Q©R¥O¡C¡C ³Ç¥Í¤@³Q§i¶DÅÜ»a¥Õ¡A¦¸§Ç¤§¤@¬Oµ¹¯á¬Wªº»´¥´, ³Q¤@­ÓÂ_¼h±½´y¸òÀH¡C
He tried to stay calm as he lay face down, ready for the tap. / ·í¥L©ñ¤UÁyªº®É­Ô¡A¥L¸ÕµÛ°±¯d¥­ÀR,¬°»´¥´¹w³Æ¡C
The woman, Nalia, held his hand; he held onto it with a death-grip. / ¤k¤H¡A Nalia,®³µÛ¤F¥Lªº¤â; ¥L¥H¤@­Ó¦º¤`«O¦í¥¦-ºò´¤¡C
Sharp stings prickled his shoulders and they went numb; he looked up, surprised to see the orderlies placing accupuncture needles. They apologized, saying they hadn't yet found comfortable ways to draw blood or spinal fluid. Even with the accupuncture, it was going to hurt. / ¾U§Qªº¨ë¨ë¤F¥LªºªÓ¡A¦Ó¥B¥L­ÌÅܳ¤ì; ¥L¬Ý¦b,¤W­±¨Ï¨£¨ì¦³¯´§Çªº±o¦W¦¸ªº¤H accupuncture °w¦YÅå¡C ¥L­Ì¹Dºp,»¡¥L­ÌÁÙ¨S¦³µo²{µÎªAªº¤èªk©â¦å©Î¯á¬Wªº²GÅé¡C ¬Æ¦Ü¥H accupuncture ¡A¥¦¥¿¦b¥h¶Ë®`¡C
He grit his teeth, sweating, while the Spectran doctors murmured reassurances. This was nuts, he should never have done this, never have left himself so vulnerable at the hands of strangers -- not even just strangers, but *alien* strangers! He felt a surge of xenophobia. / ¥LÂÐ¥H¬âÄt¥Lªº¤ú¾¦,¥X¦½,·í Spectran Âå¥Í§C»y¤F¦w¤ßªº®É­Ô¡C ³oµoºÆ,¥LÀ³¸Ó±q¤£¤w¸g°µ³o, ±q¤£¤w¸g¦b­¯¥Í¤Hªº¤â¯d¤U¥L¦Û¤v¦p¦¹©ö¨ü¶Ë®` -- ¤£¬O¬Æ¦Ü¥¿ª½ªº­¯¥Í¤H, ¦ý¬O *¥~¹´*­¯¥Í¤H! ¥L·Pı¤F¤³¥~¤ß²zªº´é²{¡C
"Done!" The tap needle was removed and the area immediately sprayed with a numbing anesthetic. Jason let out a slow breath as it took effect. The needles were adjusted, allowing him mobility while retaining their pain-releasing effect. He opened his eyes. / °µ! »´¥´°w¬OÂ÷¶}ªº¡A¦Ó¥B°Ï°ì¥ß¨è¥H¤@­Ó¨Ï³Â¾K¾¯³Â¤ì¼QÅx¡C ·í¥¦«µ®Äªº®É­Ô¡A³Ç¥Í©ñ¥XºCªº©I§l¡C °w³Q½Õ¾ã, ¤¹³\¥L¦æ°Ê¯à¤O«O¦³¥L­ÌªºÄÀ©ñµh­Wªº®ÄªG®É­Ô¡C ¥L¥´¶}¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¡C
"You did just fine," Adraig was smiling at him, "Are you alright?" Jason nodded. "Good, good.. Here is a snack for you. / "§A¶È¶È»@´Ú,"Adraig ¥¿¦b¥L·L¯º," §A¬O¦nªº"? ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY¡C "¦nªº,¦n¡C¡C §Aªº¤@­Ó¤p¦Y¦b³o¸Ì¡C
They'll send the samples down to the lab and they'll have the results from the first blood samples back in the next five minutes. You'll have a few minutes to relax before they do the scan." / ¥L­Ì±N°e¹ï¹êÅç«Ç¬O¦V¤Uªº¼Ë¥»¡A¦Ó¥B¥L­Ì¦^¨ì¥¼¨Óªº¤­¤ÀÄÁ±N¦³¨Ó¦Û²Ä¤@¦åªºµ²ªG¼Ë¥»¡C ¦b¥L­Ì°µ±½´y¤§«e , §A±N¦³¼Æ¤ÀÄÁ©ñÃP¡C"
"If there's anything wrong, we'll find it," said the first doctor / " ¦pªG¨º¸Ì¿ù»~¬O¥ô¦ó¨Æ,§Ú­Ì±Nµo²{¥¦ ",»¡¤F²Ä¤@¦ìÂå¥Í
(Jason had already forgotten her name!) with Adraig's help, "And if there's not, you can carry that knowledge with you. It may help you even if your supervisor refuses to believe you." She finished removing the accupuncture needles and rubbed his flesh. Jason nodded, finishing the snack and announcing his readiness for the scan. / (³Ç¥Í¤w¸g§Ñ°O¦oªº¦W¦r¤F!) ÂÇ¥Ñ Adraig's ªºÀ°¦£," ¦Ó¥B¦pªG¨º¸Ì¬O¤£¡A§A¯à©M§AÄâ±a¨ºª¾ÃÑ¡C §Y¨Ï§AªººÞ²zªÌ©Úµ´¬Û«H§A¡A¥¦¥i¯àÀ°§U§A¡C"¦o°£¥h accupuncture °w§¹¦Ó¥BÀ¿¤F¥Lªº¦×¡C ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY,§¹¦¨¤p¦Y¦Ó¥B¬°±½´y«Å¥¬¥Lªº¹w³Æ¡C
It was claustrophobic, but much less invasive than the tap. / ¥¦¬O claustrophobic, ¦ý¬O¦h¤ñ¸û¤£«I¤J¶W¹L»´¥´¡C
Jason kept his eyes closed throughout the whole thing. "Scan's negative," he was told as he was pulled out of the machine. He wasn't alone in breathing a huge sigh of relief. / ³Ç¥Í«O«ù¤F¦b¾ã­Óªº¨Æª«¦U³B³QÃö³¬ªº¥L²´·ú¡C " ±½´yªº§_©w ",·í¥L³Q²æÂ÷¾÷¾¹ªº®É­Ô¡A¥L³Q§i¶D¡C ¥L¤£¹ï©I§l¤@Án¦w¤ßªº·¥¤j¼Û®§·P¨ì©t¿Wªº¡C
"Do you want to rest? Take a nap? Have something more to eat?" / "§A·Q­n¥ð®§¶Ü? ¤pºÎ¤@¤U? ¤w¸g§ó¦hªºªF¦è¦Y?"
Adraig translated the doctors' words. / Adraig ½Ķ¤FÂå¥Í©Ò»¡ªº¸Ü¡C
Jason shook his head, "No, thank you. A nap would be alright though." The doctors agreed immediately and he was helped to a room. / ³Ç¥Í·nÀY,"¤£,ÁÂÁ§A¡C ¤pºÎ±N·|¦nªºÁöµM¡C"Âå¥Í¥ß¨è¦P·N¡A¦Ó¥B¥L³QÀ°§U¨ì¤@­Ó©Ð¶¡¡C
He curled up into a fetal position and was asleep within moments. / ¥L¶i¤J¤@­Ó­L¨àªº¦ì¸m¤§¤º»lÁY¦Óª×¦Ó¥B¦b¤ù¨è¤ººÎ¼ô¤F¡C
The dream was the same: Being dragged by huge guards from one exam room to another, Anderson ordering more and more tests. The tests were painful and violating.. no one to listen, to make the tests stop. / ¹Ú¬O¬Û¦Pªº: ³Q¤j§å±q¤@­Ó¦Ò¸Õ©Ð¶¡¨ì¥t¥~¤@ªº¦u½Ã©ì©Ô, ¦w¼w»¹©R¥O¶V¨Ó¶V¦hªº´ú¸Õ¡C ´ú¸Õ¬Oµh­Wªº¦Ó¥B¹H¥Ç¡C¡C ¨S¦³¤HÅ¥, »s³y´ú¸Õ°±¤î¡C
Jason began to thrash and cry out. / ³Ç¥Í¶}©l¥´¼³¦Ó¥B¤j¥s¡C
Outside, the guards heard and called for Adraig and Nalia. They rushed in, trying to comfort him. Jason had backed into a corner, ready to fight his way out. Two interns ran up, hypos in hand, brought up short by a voice yelling in Lower Feidhlidh, "No! No sedation! Let him be!" The second doctor ran into the room, "Back away from him, give him space! Let him breathe!" / ¥~­±¡A¦u½ÃÅ¥¨ì¦Ó¥B­n¨D Adraig ©M Nalia ¡C ¥L­Ì¶Ê«P¦b, ¹Á¸Õ¦w¼¢¥L¡C ³Ç¥Í¤w¸g¶i¤J¤@­Ó¨¤¸¨¤§¤º¤ä«ù,¹w³Æ¹ï§Ü¥Lªº¥X¸ô¡C ¤G­Ó¹ê²ß¥Í¶]¦b,¤W­±¦b¤â¤¤§@¥Ö¤Uª`®g,´£¥X¤@ºØ¦b§ó§Cªº Feidhlidh ¤¤¤j¥sªºÁn­µµu,"¤£! ¨S¦³ÂíÀR! Åý¥L¬O!" ²Ä¤G¦ìÂå¥Í³´¤J©Ð¶¡ ",¸ú¶}¥L,µ¹¥LªÅ¶¡! Åý¥L©I§l!"
"GO AWAY!! DON'T TOUCH ME! NO MORE TESTS! LEAVE ME ALONE!" / "¨«¶}!! ¤£­n¸I§Ú! ¨S¦³§ó¦hªº´ú¸Õ! §OºÞ§Ú!"
Jason's eyes were wild, his heart racing. / ³Ç¥Íªº²´·ú¬O³¥©Êªº,¥L¤ßÄvÁÉ¡C
"It's alright, Jason, you're safe," the second doctor said. / " ¥¦¬O¦nªº,³Ç¥Í, §A¬O¦w¥þªº",²Ä¤G¦ìÂå¥Í»¡¡C
Adraig added his voice and better English, "No one is going to touch you. All of the tests are finished." He turned to Nalia, "Deploy the guards. Array them down the halls. He needs to see that he's not trapped here." The woman nodded and left, leaving three people in the room and a clear view of the open door. Jason, tharn, still gripped by the power of his dream and stripped of any familiar faces, bolted. / Adraig ¼W¥[¥LªºÁn­µ©M§ó¦nªº­^°ê¤H,"¨S¦³¤H±N­n¸I§A¡C ©Ò¦³ªº´ú¸Õ³Q§¹¦¨¡C" ¥LÂà¦V Nalia",³¡¸p¦u½Ã¡C §â¥L­Ì§G¸p¤U¨ÓªùÆU¡C ¥L»Ý­n¨£¨ì¥L¤£³Q¦b³o¸Ì§x¦í¡C"¤k¤HÂIÀY¦Ó¥BÂ÷¶}, Â÷¶}ªù¤á¶}©ñªº©Ð¶¡©M²M·¡µø³¥ªº¤T­Ó¤H¡C ³Ç¥Í¡A tharn,¥ô¦ó¼ô±xªºÁy³Q¥Lªº¹Ú¤O¶q¤´µM§ìºò¦Ó¥B°£¥h,­¬¦í¡C
Adraig was on his feet instantly, "Follow him! Do NOT try to apprehend him, just tail him and make sure he doesn't hurt himself!" / Adraig ¥ß§Y¦a¦b¥Lªº¸}¤W,"¸òÀH¥L! ¤£­n¸ÕµÛ²z¸Ñ¥L,¶È¶Èªþ©ó¨ä«á¥L¦Ó¥B½T©w¥L¤£¶Ë®`¥L¦Û¤v!"
The guards watched Jason sprint past them then, one by one, trickled after him. / ¦u½ÃµM«á¬Ý³Ç¥Íµu¶ZÂ÷Áɶ]°_¨Ó¹L¥hªº¥L­Ì, ¤@¤@ÂI¤§«e,¦b¥L¤§«áºw¬y¡C
Jason was walking rapidly down the hallways, eyes searching, looking for any openings to the outside. He caught an empty elevator just as it started to close. He backed into the corner as it descended. He felt sick and horrible and vulnerable and scared and... / ³Ç¥Í¥¿¦b§Ö³t¦a¨B¦æ¤U¨Ó¨«´Y,ª`·N·j¯Á,§ä´M¹ï¥~­±ªº¥ô¦ó¶}¤f¡C ¥¿¦p¥¦¶}©lÃö¡A¥L®·®»¤F¤@­ÓªÅªº¹q±è¡C ·í¥¦­°ªº®É­Ô¡A¥L¶i¤J¨¤¸¨¤§¤º¤ä«ù¡C ¥Lı±o¤£µÎªA©M¥i©Èªº©M©ö¨ü¶Ë®`¦Ó¥BÅåÀ~©M¡C¡C¡C
The lift stopped, opening onto purple walls. Jason peeked out, then walked quickly down a deserted corridor. / Á|°_°±¤î,¦bµµ¦âªºÀð¾À¤§¤W¥´¶}¡C ³Ç¥Í°½¬Ý¥X,µM«á¨«±o«Ü§Ö¤U¨Ó¤@­Ó¼o±óªº¨«´Y¡C
Footsteps echoed. Jason's pace quickened, searching for an exit that wasn't there. There was nothing, just purple walls, echoing footsteps and the strange, alien smell. His heart began to pound. / ¸}¨BÀHÁnªþ©M¡C ³Ç¥Íªº³t«×¥[§Ö,´M§ä¤@­Ó¤£¦b¨º¸Ìªº¥X¤f¡C ¦³¨S¨Æ¡A¥¿ª½ªºµµ¦âÀð¾À,ÀHÁnªþ©M¸}¨B©M©_©Ç¤S¥~°êªº¨ý¹D¡C ¥Lªº¤ß¶}©l±j¯P¥´À»¡C
A light around the corner drew him near; the shadow moving on the floor caused him to press himself warily against the wall. He backed up... and backed into Zoltar. Jason panicked, scrambling back, his eyes wild. / ¤@­Ó¥ú¬°´Á¤£»·¾aªñ©Ô¥L; Ä~Äò¦aªOªº¼v¹³¾É­P¥L¤Ï¹ïÀð¾À¯d¤ß¦aÀ£¥L¦Û¤v¡C ¥L¤ä«ù¡C¡C¡C ¦Ó¥B¶i¤J Zoltar ¤§¤º¤ä«ù¡C ³Ç¥Í®£·W,¦V«á¦aÃk½t,¥Lªº²´·ú¯î³¥¡C
Zoltar reached up and pulled away his mask. "Jason?" / Zoltar ¨ì¹F¦b¦Ó¥B¤W­±¶}¨«¥Lªº°²­±¨ã¡C " ³Ç¥Í "?
"......zoltar....?" / "......zoltar....?"
"It's alright." / " ¥¦¬O¦nªº " ¡C
Tears dotted Jason's cheeks, "I.. I...." He fell to his knees, shaking. Zoltar knelt beside him and embraced him. Rocking him gently, he began the same soft, almost inaudible hum that had comforted Princess so greatly. It had the same effect on Jason. / ¬y²\¦³ÂIªº³Ç¥ÍÀU,"§Ú¡C¡C §Ú...."¥L¸¨¨ì¥Lªº½¥,·n°Ê¡C Zoltar ¦b¥L®ÇÃä¸÷¤U¦Ó¥B¾Ö©ê¤F¥L¡C ·nÂ\¥L³vº¥¦a¡A¥L¶}©l¤F¬Û¦Pªº¬X³n¡A¤w¸g¦w¼¢¤½¥D¦p¦¹ªº«D±`´X¥GÅ¥¤£¨£ªº¶ä¶äÁn¡C ¥¦¦³¤F¦b³Ç¥Í¤Wªº¬Û¦P®ÄªG¡C
"The results of your tests are in," Zoltar said presently. / " §Aªº´ú¸Õµ²ªG¬O¦b",Zoltar ¥Ø«e»¡¡C
"I'm crazy, aren't I," Jason sobbed. / " §Ú¬Oµo¨gªº, §Ú¤£¬O",³Ç¥Íµo¥X¶ã«|Án­µ¡C
"Not at all. You suffer from a seratonin imbalance. It can, and if you are willing, will be corrected." / "¨M¤£¡C §A»X¨ü¤@­Ó seratonin ¤£¥­¿Å¡C ¥¦¸Ë©óÅøÀY¡A¦Ó¥B¦pªG§A¬O¼Ö·Nªº,±N³Q§ï¥¿¡C"
Jason looked up, "A.. seratonin imbalance?" / ³Ç¥Í¬Ý¦b,¤W­±"¤@¡C¡C seratonin ¤£¥­¿Å?"
Zoltar smiled, "Yes. Your symptoms have turned out to be those of fibromalgia, primarily. There are secondary, related imbalances. / Zoltar ·L¯º,"¬Oªº¡C §AªºÄpª¬¤w¸gÅܦ¨ fibromalgia ªº,¥D­n¦a¡C ¦³²Ä¤G¦¸ªº¡A¬ÛÃöªº¤£¥­¿Å¡C
The CAT scans were because some of your symptoms are also those of brain tumours or other brain damages. We're all very relieved that you do not have that particular condition." / ¦]¬°¤@¨Ç§AªºÄpª¬¤]¬O¸£½Fªº©Î¨ä¥Lªº¸£·l®`¡A©Ò¥HÂ_¼h±½´y¬O¡C §Ú­Ì¥þ³¡«D±`¦pÄÀ­«­t§A¨S¦³¨ººØ¯S§Oªº±¡ªp¡C"
"Am I going to die?" / " §Ú±N­n¦º¶Ü "?
"No. Nor will you have to be electrocuted or undergo any surgeries to correct it." / " ¸¹½X¤]¤£§A±N¥²¶·³Q¥H¹q´È³B¦º©ÎªÌ¾ú¸g¥ô¦óªº¥~¬ì¤â³N§ï¥¿¥¦¶Ü".
Jason leaned against Zoltar's shoulder, letting the thick hair hide his face. "The doctors.. and guards.. they must think I'm half nuts right now. I panicked.. ran out of the room," he drew a shaky breath, "I had the same dream..." / ³Ç¥Í­Ê¾a Zoltar's ªºªÓ,Åý«pªºÀY¾vÂÃ¥LªºÁy¡C "Âå¥Í¡C¡C ¦Ó¥B¦u½Ã¡C¡C ¥L­Ì¤@©w­n»{¬°¡A§Ú¬O¤@¥bªº¥ß¨è°íªG¡C §Ú®£·W¡C¡C ¥ÎºÉ©Ð¶¡," ¥L¤Þ°_°Ê·nªº©I§l ",§Ú¦³¤F¬Û¦Pªº¹Ú¡C¡C¡C"
"It is good that you told them the details of your dreams. / "¥¦¬O¦n§A§i¶D¤F¥L­Ì§Aªº¹Ú²Ó¸`¡C
They understand that you have been abused and are suffering trauma." / ¥L­Ì¤F¸Ñ§A¤w¸g³Q­h«Ý¨Ã¥B¥¿¦b»X¨ü¥~¶Ë¡C"
Jason nodded, feeling relieved. He let Zoltar help him rise, then together they went to an exam room. Jason found a seat and tried to relax. His eyes opened wide when the medics peeled away Zoltar's tunic, revealing fresh burns. "What happened to you??" / ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY,·Pı´î»´¡C ¥LÅý Zoltar À°§U¥L¤W¤É,µM«á¤@°_¥L­Ì¥h¤@­Ó¦Ò¸Õ©Ð¶¡¡C ³Ç¥Íµo²{¤@­Ó®y¦ì¦Ó¥B¸ÕµÛ©ñÃP¡C ·í­`½¶ÄÝ´Óª««d Zoltar's ªºªø³T¥ÖÂ÷¶}ªº®É­Ô¡A¥Lªº²´·ú¼sÁï¦a¥´¶},Åã¥Ü·sÂAªº¿N¶Ë¡C "§Aµo¥Í¤F¤°»ò¨Æ??"
Zoltar's grin was wry, "The Luminous One is not happy with my decision to treat you here on Spectra." / Zoltar's ªºÅS¾¦¯º¬O§á¬nªº," µo¥ú¤@¹ï§Úªº¨M©w·P¨ì¤£º¡·N¹ï«Ý§A¦bÀWÃФWªº³o¸Ì " ¡C
Jason's face fell, "I suppose.. I'm trouble wherever I go." / ³Ç¥ÍªºÁy¶^¸¨,"§Ú±À·Q¡C¡C §ÚµL½×§Ú¦b¦ó³B¬O³Â·Ð¡C"
"No you not," one of the medics grinned, "We know how Zoltar spend tax money; no problem put up Earth people. Luminous One, got bee up butt." Jason laughed out loud. / " ¨S¦³§A¤£,"­`½¶ÄÝ´Óª«¤§¤@ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º ",§Ú­Ìª¾¹D Zoltar ¦p¦óªá¶Oµ|¿ú; ¨S¦³°ÝÃD·f°_¦a²y¤H¡C µo¥úªº¤@,±o¨ì¤F»e¸Á¦V¤Wªº·ÏÀY¡C"³Ç¥Í°ªÁn¦a¯º¥X¡C
While being treated for his burns and bruised ribs, Zoltar explained to Jason how the Spectrans used gene splicing to cure his condition. Jason's cells they already had, from his sample of spinal fluid; a search would be done for a compatible doner from whom they would clone healthy DNA. There would be one more painful spinal injection when the new cells were ready. In the mean time, he would receive supplements of the required chemicals. / ·í¬°¥Lªº¿N¶Ë³Q¹ï«Ý¦Ó¥B¥´¶Ë¦Ø°©ªº®É­Ô,Zoltar ¹ï³Ç¥Í¸ÑÄÀ Spectrans ¦p¦ó¨Ï¥Î¤F±µ¦XªvÀø¥Lªº±¡ªp°ò¦]¡C ¥L­Ì¤w¸g¦³ªº³Ç¥Í²Ó­M,±q¥Lªº¯á¬W²GÅ骺¼Ë¥»; ·j´M±N·|¬O§¹³J¤F¤@¥i¨Ã¥ßªºµÛ¥L­Ì±N·|½Æ»s°·±dªº DNA¡C ·í·sªº²Ó­M·Ç³Æ¦nªº®É­Ô¡A±N·|¦³¥t¥~¤@­Óµh­Wªº¯á¬Wª`®g¡C ¦b¥­§¡®É¤¤¡A¥L±N·|±µ¨ü¥²»Ýªº¤Æ¾ÇÃÄ«~ªº¸É¥Rª«¡C
"How soon do I start on the pills?" Jason asked, digesting this. / " ¦bÃĤY¤W§Ú¦h§Ö¶}©l "? ³Ç¥Í°Ý,®ø¤Æ³o¡C
"Tonight, if you are willing." / " ¤µ±ß¡A¦pªG§A¬O¼Ö·Nªº " ¡C
Jason put his face in his hands, "Anything, to make this insanity stop." / ³Ç¥Í§â¥LªºÁy©ñ¤J¥Lªº¤â,"¥ô¦ó¨Æ, »s³y³o¤@­ÓºÆ¨g°±¤î".
"Can start now, with next meal," the medic put in. Jason nodded vigorously. It was a good thing he was hungry, he thought. The medic told him more about his condition and its treatments; poor Adraig, having been summoned by Zoltar, was going crazy trying to translate all of the terms. Finally, his treatments finished, Zoltar was ready to take Jason home. / "²{¦b¯à¶}©l,ÂǥѤU­Ó¤@À\",­`½¶ÄÝ´Óª«´£¥X¡C ³Ç¥Íºë¤O¥R¨K¦aÂIÀY¡C ¤@¥ó¦n¨Æª«ªº¬O¥L¬OÄȾjªº,¥L·Q¡C ­`½¶ÄÝ´Óª«Ãö©ó¥Lªº±¡ªp©M¥¦ªºªvÀø§i¶D¤F¥L§ó¦h; ³h½aªº Adraig, ¦³³Q Zoltar ¥l³ê,¥¿¦b¥hµo¨gªº¹Á¸Õ½Ķ©Ò¦³ªº´Á­­¡C ³Ì«á¡A¥LªºªvÀø§¹¦¨,Zoltar ·Ç³Æ¦n±a³Ç¥Í¦^®a¡C
After collecting his new medicines and making certain he knew how to take them, Jason made apologies and thanks to the doctors, / ¦b¦¬¶°¥Lªº·sÃĦӥB½T©w¤§«á¥Lª¾¹D¸Ó¦p¦ó±a¥L­Ì,³Ç¥Í¦VÂå¥Í¹Dºp,
Adraig, the guards and everyone else who'd put up with him.. in Lower / Adraig, ¦u½Ã©M¨ä¥L¤H who'd §Ô¨ü¥L¡C¡C ¦b¤ñ¸û§Cªº
Feidhlidh, for which he was much congratulated. Slowly he was learning their language. After assurances that they would send a message when the serum was ready, Zoltar guided him out. / Feidhlidh, ¥L¦h³Q¯¬¶P¡C ºCºC¦a¥L¥¿¦b¾Ç²ß¥L­Ìªº»y¨¥¡C ¦b«Oµý¤§«á·í¦å²M·Ç³Æ¦nªº®É­Ô¡A¥L­Ì±N·|¬£»º¤@­Ó°T®§,Zoltar «ü¾É¥X¥L¡C

"So, I have a seratonin imbalance," Jason was saying to Princess over ti, "I'm taking medicine for it now but they're going to have me come back to the clinic for gene therapy." / "¦p¦¹¡A§Ú¦³¤@­Ó seratonin ¤£¥­¿Å ," ³Ç¥Í¥¿¦b ti ¤§¤W¹ï¤½¥D»¡," §Ú¥¿¦b²{¦b¬°¥¦ªA¥ÎÃÄ¡A¦ý¬O¥L­Ì±N­n¬°°ò¦]ªvÀø¦^¨ì§Ú¶E©Ò " ¡C
"Oh good!!" / " ®@¦n³B!!"
Jason smiled, then turned serious, "I had another terror attack while I was there." / ³Q·L¯ºªº³Ç¥Í,µM«áÅÜÄY­«ªº," ·í§Ú¦b¨º¸Ìªº®É­Ô¡A§Ú¦³¤F¥t¤@­Ó®£©Æ§ðÀ»¦æ°Ê " ¡C
Princess took his hand, "Are you okay?" He nodded. / ¤½¥D±a¤F¥Lªº¤â," §A¬O¦n"? ¥LÂIÀY¡C
"Condsidering the battery of tests he went through, it was not surprising," Zoltar commented, coming into the main room. He and Mala each carried bowls of soup, which they passed around. Jason made room beside the fireplace for Mala, asking her how she had spent her day. / " Condsidering ´ú¸Õªº¹q¦À¥L¥h¹L,¥¦¤£¬O¥O¤HÅå³Yªº",Zoltar §åµû,¶i¤J¥D­nªº©Ð¶¡¡C ¥L©M Mala ¨C­ÓÄâ±a¤F´öªº¸J, ¥L­Ì¦bªþªñ³q¹L¡C ³Ç¥Í¬° Mala »s³y¤F¦b¾ÀÄl®ÇÃ䪺©Ð¶¡, °Ý¦o¦o¦p¦ó¤w¸g«×¹L¦oªº¤é¤l¡C
"The way I spend all of my days," she smiled, "Training soldiers and tracking the power of the Luminous One." / " ¤èªk§Ú«×¹L§Úªº¥þ³¡¼Æ¤Ñ",¦o·L¯º,±Ð¨|­x¤H¦Ó¥B°lÂܵo¥úªº¤O¶q¤@¡C
"Did you know it has a bee up its butt?" Jason asked innocently. / " §Aª¾¹D¥¦¦³¤@°¦»e¸Á´£°ª¥¦ªº·ÏÀY¶Ü "? ³Ç¥ÍµL¸o¦a°Ý¡C
Mala blinked and laughed, "That would surprise me indeed; I do not think it has a butt." / Mala ¯w²´¦Ó¥B¯º,"¨º±N·|ªº½T¨Ï§Ú¦YÅå; §Ú¤£»{¬°¥¦¦³¤@­Ó·ÏÀY¡C"
"Where did you hear that?" Princess laughed. / " §A¦b­þ¸ÌÅ¥¨ì¨º "? ¤½¥D¯º¡C
"One of the medics at the clinic," Jason grinned. He popped a pill, washing it down with a mouthful of soup, "Apparently its not too happy with Zoltar right now." / " ¦b¶E©Òªº­`½¶ÄÝ´Óª«¤§¤@ ",³Ç¥ÍÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C ¥L¨ú¥X¤@²ÉÃĤY,¥H´öªº¤@¤f§â¥¦²M¬~¤U¨Ó," ÅãµM¦a¥¦ªº¤£¬O¤Ó§Ö¼Ö¥ß¨è¥Ñ©ó Zoltar".
"No, it is not," Mala agreed, "But it seldom ever is. It dislikes his drawing upon Spectran tax funds to pay for your upkeep, but in truth, very little of your medical care is being paid for that way. / "¤£¡A¥¦¬O¤£ ," Mala ¦P·N," ´¿¸g°£¤F¥¦¤§¥~«Ü¤Ö¬O¡C ¥¦¦b Spectran µ|°òª÷¤§¤W°Q¹½¥Lªº¹Ïµe¤ä¥I§Aªººû«ù¶O¥Î¡A¦ý¬O¦b¨Æ¹ê¤¤¡A§AªºÂåÀø«O°·ªº³Ì¤@ÂIÂI¥¿¦b¨º¼Ë³Q¤ä¥Iªº¶O¥Î¡C
Zoltar absorbs most of the cost himself. As for what remains, it is detailed in the bi-weekly broadsheets that are distributed among the public population." / Zoltar §l¦¬¤j³¡¥÷ªº¶O¥Î¥L¦Û¤v¡C Ãö©ó¤°»ò´Ý¾lª«,¥¦¦b¤½²³ªº¤H¤f¤§¤¤³Q¤À°tªºÂù¨C¶gªº¶È¦L¤@­±ªº¤j´T¯È±i¤¤³Q¸Ô²Ó»¡©ú¡C"
"So that's what the guy meant when he said they know how the tax money is spent," Jason nodded, "That's an interesting practice." / " ¥H«K·í¥L»¡¥L­Ìª¾¹Dµ|¿ú¦p¦ó³Qªá¶Oªº®É­Ô¬O³Ã¥ë·N¿×ªº",³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY," ¨º¬O¤@­Ó¦³½ìªº½m²ß " ¡C
"There are still many who are convinced that the government spends more than they are aware of.. and indeed they are correct," Mala smiled. / " ¤´µM¦³³\¦h½Ö¬O½T«Hªº¬F©²ªá¶O¶W¹L¥L­Ìª¾¹D¡C¡C ¦Ó¥Bªº½T¥L­Ì¬O¥¿½Tªº,"Mala ·L¯º¡C
"Show me a government that doesn't and I'll show you the Tooth / " µ¹§Ú¬Ý¤@­Ó¬F©²¤£©M§Ú±Nµ¹§A¬Ý¤ú¾¦
Fairy," Jason agreed. He leaned into Mala's shoulder a little more, getting snuggly. "So what are your plans for tomorrow, Zoltar?" / ¥P¤k,"³Ç¥Í¦P·N¡C ¥L¶i¤J Mala's ªÓ¤§¤º­Ê¾a¤p¤pªº§ó¦h,±o¨ì snuggly ¡C " ¦p¦¹Ãö©ó©ú¤Ñªº§A­p¹º¡A Zoltar ¬O¤°»ò "?
"The same thing I do every day, Jason -- Try to take over the / " ¬Û¦Pªº¨Æª«§Ú¨C¤Ñ°µ, ³Ç¥Í -- ¸ÕµÛ±µºÞ¨º
Earth." They laughed. "The Luminous One's latest attack vehicle is ready and he wants me to lead the mission personally," Zoltar said, / ¦a²y¡C"¥L­Ì¯º¡C " ¤@­Óµo¥úªº³Ì·s§ðÀ»¨®½ø·Ç³Æ¦n¡A¦Ó¥B¥L·Q­n§Ú¿Ë¦Û¦a±a»â¥ô°È",Zoltar »¡,
"Which doubtless means that I shall face off with your commander again." / " µLºÃ¦a·N¿×§Ú±N¨«¶}¦A¤@¦¸©M§Aªº«ü´§©x­±¹ï".
Jason made a face, "Wish I could come along. I owe him a shot or two." / ³Ç¥Í»s³y¤F¤@­ÓÁy," §Æ±æ§Ú¥i¥H¶i®i¡C §ÚÁ«¤í¥Lª`®g©Î¤G¡C"
"It also means that I will doubtless come home bruised," Zoltar sighed, "I cannot run as quickly when I am injured." / "¥¦¤]·N¿×¡A§ÚµLºÃ¦a¨M·N¦^®a¥´¶Ë,"Zoltar ¼Û®§," §Ú¤£¯à°÷¶]·í°µ·í§Ú¨ü¶Ëªº®É­Ô«Ü§Ö¦a".
"Sounds like you need a body guard," Jason frowned. / " Å¥°_¨Ó¹³§A¤@¼Ë»Ý­n¤@­Ó¨­Åé¦u½Ã",³Ç¥Í½K¬ÜÀY¡C
Zoltar's grin was wry. "I have several legions of them; they are useless." / Zoltar's ªºÅS¾¦¯º¬O§á¬nªº¡C "§Ú¦³¥L­Ìªº¤@¨Ç­x¹Î; ¥L­Ì¬O¨S¦³¥Îªº¡C"
"Are you volunteering, Jason?" Princess smiled teasingly. / " §A¥¿¦b§ÓÄ@,³Ç¥Í"? ¤½¥D·L¯º¤F teasingly ¡C
"Did I say I was volunteering?" Jason laughed, "Knowing my luck, he'll leave me back on Earth!" / " §Ú»¡§Ú¥¿¦b§ÓÄ@¶Ü "? ³Ç¥Í¯º,"ª¾¹D§Úªº¹B®ð,¥L±N¦b¦a²y¤W§â§ÚÂ÷¶}¦^¨Ó"!
"That would look good, would it not? -- Princess dodging Mark's emails, then Jason as my personal body guard. That would look good indeed," Zoltar chuckled. / " ¨º±N·|¬Ý°_¨Ó«Ü¦n, ¤£¬O¶Ü¤£? -- Á׶}°¨§Jªº¹q¤l¶l¥óªº¤½¥D, µM«á¦p§Úªº­Ó¤H¨­Åé¦u½Ãªº³Ç¥Í¡C ¨º±N·|ªº½T¬Ý¦n³B,"Zoltar ¦Y¦Yªº¯º¡C
"Just as long as Mark didn't unmask me. I'm not going in my / "¥¿¦p¥u­n°¨§J¨S¦³²æ¥h°²­±¨ã§Ú¡C §Ú¨S¦³¦b¶i¤J§Úªº
G-Force uniform." / G-¤O¶q¤@¼Ë¡C"
Mala turned to stare at Jason, "Are you serious?" / Mala ·Ç³Æ¨nµÛ³Ç¥Í¬Ý," §A¬OÄY­«ªº"?
"Do Princess and Zoltar screw like wild rabbits?" The two rabbits in question burst into shrieks of laughter. "After all," Jason continued, "I owe Zoltar a favour or two." / " °µ¤½¥D¡A¦Ó¥B Zoltar §áºò¬Û¦üªº³¥¥Í¨ß¤l "? °ÝÃDªº¤G°¦¨ß¤l¶i¤J¯ºªº¦y¾UÅTÁn¤§¤ºÃzµõ¡C "²¦³º ," ³Ç¥ÍÄ~Äò," §ÚÁ«¤í Zoltar ¤@©Î¤G­Ó¦n·N " ¡C
Zoltar turned thoughtful, "It is something to consider, certainly. I shall think about your offer." / Zoltar Åܲ`«äªº,"¥¦¬O¬Y¨Æ¦Ò¼{,½T©w¦a¡C §Ú±N·Q§Aªº´£Ä³¡C"
Jason nodded and settled back against Mala, poking her to see if she was still alive. She tickled him and he poked her again, getting another tickle in response. An air siren interrupted their game. / ³Ç¥Í¤Ï¹ï Mala ¦V«á¦aÂIÀY¦Ó¥B¦w¹y, ¼·¶}¦o¬Ý¬Ý¬O§_¦o¤´µM¬¡µÛ¡C ¦o¯ÞªÏ¤F¥L¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¦A¤@¦¸¼·¶}¤F¦o,±o¨ì¦^À³ªº¥t¥~¯ÞªÏ¡C ¤@­ÓªÅ®ð¤k®ü§¯¥´Â_¤F¥L­Ìªº¤ñÁÉ¡C
"What's going on?" Jason jumped to his feet. / " ¤°»ò¥¿¦bÄ~Äò"? ³Ç¥Í¸õ¨ì¥Lªº¸}¡C
Zoltar lifted one wheaten eyebrow, "That would be Adraig, I believe." He got up and went to the door, opening it in mid-knock. / Zoltar Á|°_¤F¤@¹D¤p³Áªº¬Ü¤ò," ¨º±N·|¬O Adraig,§Ú¬Û«H " ¡C ¥L°_§É¦Ó¥B¥hªù, ¶}©l¥¦¦b¤¤³¡¤¤-ºVÀ»¡C
"Hellooooooooooo!" / " Hellooooooooooo"!
"Hellooooooooooo!" / " Hellooooooooooo"!
"Hellooooooooooo!" / " Hellooooooooooo"!
"Shut up, Mr. Gumby!" / "³¬¼L,Gumby ¥ý¥Í"!
"My brain hurts!" / " §Úªº¸£¶Ë®` "!
"Shut up!" They dissolved into laughter. Zoltar stepped aside to allow Adraig and his companions entrance. They strugged with a large wooden bed frame. / " ³¬¼L "! ¥L­Ì¶i¤J¯º¤§¤º·»¸Ñ¡C Zoltar ¯¸¶}¤¹³\ Adraig ©M¥LªºªB¤Í¤J¤f¡C ¥L­Ì©M¤@±i¤jªº¤ì»s§É strugged ºc¦¨¡C
Jason rolled his eyes. "How long is that bed going to last you tonight, Zoltar?" / ³Ç¥Í±²¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¡C " ¦h¤[¬O¤µ±ß¥h«ùÄò§Aªº¨º¤@±i§É,Zoltar"?
Zoltar surveyed it critically. "About an hour. Perhaps two." / Zoltar §åµû©Ê¦a¼fµø¤F¥¦¡C "¤j¬ù 1 ¤p®É¡C ¤]³\¤G¡C"
Jason grinned and Adraig's eyes went wide. / ³Ç¥ÍÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡A¦Ó¥B Adraig's ªº²´·ú¼sÁï¦a¥h¡C
"Is *that* how you broke it?!" / " ¬O *¨º*§A¦p¦óÂ_±¼¤F¥¦?!"
"Jealous, Adraig?" Zoltar smirked. / "¶ú§ªªº,Adraig"? Zoltar ¼H¼H°µ¯º¡C
"Oh, insanely, sire." He struggled to tilt the bed on its end, readying a grappling hook to hoist it over the edge of the upstairs loft. "So you're the one who stole pretty Mala from me." / "®@¡A±wºë¯«¯f¦a¡A¨Ï¥Í". ¥L§V¤O¶É±×¦b¥¦ªºµ²§ô¤Wªº§É, ¹w³Æ¤@­Ó§ì¦í¹_¦b¼Ó¤Wªº³»¼ÓÃä½t¤§¤W¤É°_¥¦¡C " ¦]¦¹§A¬O¨º¤@­Ó½Ö°½¤F¨Ó¦Û§Úªºº}«G Mala".
Jason turned, startled, "'Scuse me?" / ³Ç¥ÍÂà¦V,¾_Åå,"' Scuse §Ú"?
Adraig was smiling at him. "You'll have whole legions jealous of you, you know. Some will doubtless try to defect to Earth in the hopes of achieving immigrant status." / Adraig ¥¿¦b¥L·L¯º¡C "§A±N§AÅý¾ã­Óªº­x¹Î¶ú§ª,§Aª¾¹D¡C ¤@¨Ç±NµLºÃ¦a¸ÕµÛ§ë©b¦a²y§Æ±æ¹F¦¨²¾¤Jªºª¬ºA¡C"
Jason looked embarassed, "I didn't mean to. I mean.. er.. I didn't know she was spoken for. She didn't say." / ³Ç¥Í¬Ý¤F embarassed,"§Ú¤£¬O¬G·N­n¡C §Ú·N¿×¡C¡C er¡C¡C §Ú¨S¦³ª¾¹D¦o³QÁ¿¡C ¦o¨S¦³»¡¡C"
Adraig shook his head. "She isn't. I was merely one of many hopeful suitors." / Adraig ·nÀY¡C "¦o¤£¬O¡C §Ú¥u¬O³\¦h¦³§Æ±æªº­ì§i¤§¤@¡C"
"Well... I don't know if I'm exactly hers yet," Jason demurred. / "´é¥X¡C¡C¡C §Ú¤£ª¾¹D¡A¦pªG§Ú§¹¥þ¦oªº¤´µM,"³Ç¥Í´£¥X²§Ä³¡C
"We might share her!" Adraig pounced gleefully, "Mala is difficult to pin down. Sometimes I think she is afraid of getting involved.. unlike her lucky brother," he smiled warmly at Zoltar and / " §Ú­Ì¥i¯à¤À¨É¦o "! Adraig ´r§Ö¦aÅ̦í,"Mala Ãø¥H¥Î°w§O¦í¤U¨Ó¡C ¦³®É§Ú»{¬°¦o°Ñ¥[®`©È¡C¡C ¤£¹³¦oªº©¯¹B¥S§Ì," ¥L¿Ë¤Á¦a¦b Zoltar ·L¯º©M
Princess. / ¤½¥D¡C
Jason got a quirky grin, "She never brought *me* luck. Maybe I should noogie her; that's supposed to bring luck." / ³Ç¥Í±o¨ì¤F¸Þ¶BªºÅS¾¦¯º," ¦o±q¤£±a *§Ú*¹B®ð¡C ¤]³\§ÚÀ³¸Ó noogie ¦oªº; ¨ºÀ³¸Ó±a¹B®ð¡C"
"Don't you dare!" Princess dodged out of the way. / " §A¤£´±¶Ü "! ¤½¥DÁ׶}Â÷¤èªk¡C
"Your teammate has been a welcome influence on our illlustrious / "§Aªº¶¤¤Í¤w¸g¬O¦b§Ú­Ìªº illlustrious ¤Wªº¨üÅwªïªº¼vÅT¤O
Leader," Adraig teased, "He's been a lot less bitchy the last year." / »â³S," Adraig ´Û­t ", ¥L¬O«Ü¦h¤ñ¸û¤Öªº bitchy ¨º¥h¦~¡C"
"Oh I agree. I've only been here a little while and I can tell he's become a real smartass." He caught Princess and noogied her. / " ®@§Ú¦P·N¡C ·í©M§Ú¯à§i¶D¥L¤w¸gÅܱo¯u¥¿ªº smartass ªº®É­Ô¡A§Ú¥u¦³¤w¸g¦b³o¸Ì¤@ÂIÂI¡C" ¥L®·®»¤F¤½¥D©M noogied ¦oªº¡C
"Nope, didn't bring me any luck. Just sore knuckles." / "¤£,¨S¦³±aµ¹§Ú¥ô¦óªº¹B®ð¡C ¥¿ª½ªº¯kµh«ü¸`¡C"
Princess whapped him, "Serves you right! Ow..." / ¤½¥D whapped ¥L,"¨Ï§A¸o¦³À³±o! ªí¥Ü¬ðµM¯kµh©Òµo¥X¤§Án¡C¡C¡C"
Jason's eyes followed Mala as she ascended the stairs to help position the bed. "Hey Zoltar! Be careful with that bed. You don't want to break it just yet," he laughed. / ·í¦oµn¤W¤F¼Ó±èÀ°§U©ñ¸m§Éªº®É­Ô¡A³Ç¥Íªº²´·ú¸òÀH¤F Mala ¡C " ¶Ù Zoltar! ¤p¤ß¨º¤@±i§É¡C §A¤£·Q­n¶È¶È¤´µM¥´¯}¥¦,"¥L¯º¡C
Zoltar leaned over the loft rail, leering down at him, "I was saving that honour for you, my darling Jason." / Zoltar ¦b³»¼ÓÅK¸ô¤§¤W­Ê¾a,¦b¥L°e¬îªi¤U¨Ó,"§Ú¥¿¦b¬°§A¸Ñ±Ï¨º¤@­Ó¥úºa,§Úªº¥i·R³Ç¥Í".
"Promises, promises," Jason returned, amid the laughter. / " ©Ó¿Õ,¤¹¿Õ ",³Ç¥ÍÂkÁÙ,¦b¯º¤§¤¤¡C
Adraig looked him over apraisingly. "You look a lot better. / Adraig ¦b apraisingly ¤§¤W¬Ý¤F¥L¡C "§AÅܱo¤ñ¸û¦n¡C
You're feeling better, I take it?" / §A¥¿¦bı±oµÎªA¦h¤F,§Ú±a¥¦?"
Jason blushed and scratched his head, "Yeah. I'm on medication until my therapy is ready. Look, I'm sorry if I freaked you out earlier. I have terror attacks that leave me a little bonkers. / ³Ç¥ÍÁy¬õ¦Ó¥BÀ¿¤F¥LªºÀY,"¬Oªº¡C §Ú¦bÃĪ«ªvÀø¤W¡Aª½¨ì§ÚªºªvÀø·Ç³Æ¦n¡C ¬Ý,¦pªG§Ú¦­¨Ç®É­Ô¨Ï§AÅܱoµJÀê¡A¹ï¤£°_¡C §Ú¦³Åý§Úµy·LºÆ¨gªº®£©Æ§ðÀ»¦æ°Ê¡C
Hopefully the gene therapy and medicine will stop them." / §Æ±æ°ò¦]ªvÀø©MÃıNªý¤î¥L­Ì¡C"
"Coma leat," Adraig shrugged, "Its fine. Princess has told us lots abot how she saw you and how her life was. We all started wondering how much of what she knew about you was true. No one thinks you're crazy and we're all glad we could help." / "©ü°g leat,"Adraig ÁqªÓ ",¥¦ªº»@´Ú¡C ¤½¥D¤w¸g§i¶D§Ú­Ì¹B®ð abot, ¦o¦p¦ó¨£¨ì§A©M¦oªº¥Í¬¡¬O¦p¦ó¡C §Ú­Ì¥þ³¡¶}©lı±o©_©Ç¦h¤Ö¦oª¾¹Dªº§A¬O¯u¹êªº¡C ¨S¦³¤H»{¬°¡A§A¬Oµo¨gªº¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú­Ì¥þ³¡°ª¿³§Ú­Ì¥i¥HÀ°§U¡C"
Jason nodded, feeling an intense relief. "I must be feeling better. I volunteered to go with him on the next mission, as his bodyguard." He nodded towards the platform upstairs. / ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY,·Pı±j¯Pªº¦w¤ß¡C "§Ú¤@©w­nı±oµÎªA¦h¤F¡C §Ú§ÓÄ@¦b¤U¤@­Ó¥ô°È¤W©M¥L¥h,¦p¥Lªº«OÅß¡C"¥LÂIÀY¦V¤ë¥x¤G¼Ó¡C
Adraig's jaw dropped, "You're kidding?!" / Adraig's ªºÃE­°§C,"§A¦b¶}ª±¯º?!"
"He's considering it." / " ¥L¥¿¦b¦Ò¼{¥¦ " ¡C
"Aishe, I don't know how we'd get *that* past the Luminous One. / "Aishe, §Ú¤£ª¾¹D§Ú­Ì±N·|¦p¦ó±o¨ì *¨º*¶V¹Lµo¥ú¤@¡C
That could be tricky." / ¨º¥i¯à¬O¬¾·âªº¡C"
"Don't tell him," Jason grinned. / " ¤£­n§i¶D¥L ",³Ç¥ÍÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C
"Ah but the Luminous One *does* keep tabs on the whereabouts of our more important prisoners. That's why lovely Princess cannot be left unattended, else we should be punished for our lack of vigilence." / " °Ú¦ý¬Oµo¥ú¤@ *°µ*«O¦s¦b§Ú­Ìªº¤ñ¸û­«­nªº¥}¥Ç¦æÂܤWªº©w¦ìÁä¡C ¨º¬O , ¥i·Rªº¤½¥D¬°¤°»ò¤£¯à°÷³Q¯d¤UµLÀH­ûªº,§_«h§Ú­ÌÀ³¸Ó³Q¬°§Ú­Ìªº¯Ê¥F vigilence ³B»@¡C"
Jason nodded soberly. "This is true." / ³Ç¥Í²M¿ô¦aÂIÀY¡C " ³o¬O¯u¹êªº " ¡C
"There is one other thing. Are you *sure* you want to be caught wearing a Spectran guardsman's uniform?" They broke into laughter. / "¦³¨ä¥L¤@¥ó¨Æª«¡C §A¬O *½T«H*§A·Q­n³Q®·®»¬ïµÛ Spectran ½Ã§Lªº¨îªA?"¥L­Ì¬ðµM¤j¯º¡C
"I couldn't go in my G-Force uniform," Jason chuckled. / " §ÚµLªk¶i¤J§Úªº G- ¤O¶qªº¨îªA ",³Ç¥Í¦Y¦Yªº¯º¡C
"You might end up having to wear something a little more distinguishing, or the ordinary captains and chiefs may mistake you for an ordinary soldier," Adraig grinned then sighed, "It happens to me often enough..." / "§A¥i¯àµ²§ô¥²¶·¬ïµÛµy·L§ó¦³°Ï§OªF¦è,©Î¥­±`ªº²îªø©M»â³S¥i¯à§â§A­Ì»~»{¬°¤@­Ó¥­±`ªº­x¤H,"Adraig µM«áÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¼Û®§ ",¥¦®É±`¨¬°÷µo¥Í¦b§Ú¨­¤W¡C¡C¡C"
Jason nodded. "But that's only if Zoltar allows me to go," he looked towards the loft, "And that's a big if." / ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY¡C " ¦ý¬O¥u¦³·í¦pªG Zoltar Åý§Ú¥h,"¥L¦V³»¼Ó¬Ý," ©M¨º¬O¤j¦pªG".
"You just want to give Mark a taste of his own medicine," / " §A¶È¶È·Q­nµ¹°¨§J¤@­Ó¥L¦Û¤vÃĪº«~À| ",
Princess chided him gently. / ¤½¥D³vº¥¦a¥¸³d¤F¥L¡C
He took her hand and regarded her seriously, "Wouldn't you... if you got the chance?" She looked away. Voices from the living room implored her to demonstrate her crochet again. Jason tilted her chin up, "C'mon, he deserves it. Don't you think you're getting revenge on him now by being with Zoltar? He treats you better than Mark ever did." / ¥LÄY­«¦a±a¤F¦oªº¤â¦Ó¥Bµø¬°¤F¦o," ¤£±N·|§A¡C¡C¡C ¦pªG§A±o¨ì¤F¾÷·|?"¦o¬ÝÂ÷¶}¡C ¨Ó¦Û«ÈÆUªºÁn­µÀµ¨D¤F¦o¦A¤@¦¸¥Ü½d¦oªº¹_°w½s´¡C ³Ç¥Í¦V¤W¶É±×¦oªº¤U¤Ú,"C'mon,¥L¸Ó±o¨ì¥¦¡C §A¨S»{¬°§A¥¿¦b²{¦bÂǥѥѩó Zoltar ±o¨ì¦b¥L¤Wªº³ø¤³¶Ü? ¥L¹ï«Ý§A±o¤ñ°¨§J§ó¡C"
"Sometimes I think being taken prisoner here was the best thing that ever happened to me," Princess said distantly. Jason nodded. / " ¦³®É§Ú·Q³Q±a¥}¥Ç³o¸Ì¬O´¿¸gµo¥Í¦b§Ú¨­¤Wªº³Ì¦n¨Æª«",¤½¥D»·¦a»¡¡C ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY¡C
"Its the circumstances that bothered me," Adraig interjected, / " ¥¦ªº·ÐÂZ¤F§ÚªºÀô¹Ò ",Adraig ´¡¼L,
"Tch. Shall I get your yarn? I saw it upstairs." At Princess' nod, he left them alone. Jason sighed. / "Tch¡C §Ú±N®³§Aªº¯½¶Ü? §Ú¦b¼Ó¤W¨£¨ì¥¦¡C"¦b Princess' ÂIÀY,¥L§OºÞ¥L­Ì¡C ³Ç¥Í¼Û®§¡C
"He does treat me better, and he's honest with me. I like that," Princess said softly. / "¥L§ó½T¹ê¹ï«Ý§Ú¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¹ï§Ú·P¨ì¸Û¹ê¡C §Ú³ßÅw¨º,"¤½¥D¬X©M¦a»¡¡C
"I know, and that makes me happy. They all seem to be that way, so frank and direct. But I want a shot at Mark, if Zoltar lets me. Its not an escape attempt. Zoltar's done more for me in the last little while than Anderson's done in the last twelve years. He makes you happy; you're not the same person anymore. I've seen how Mark beats him up; he's just taken a round off the goon in the tube, he can't take / "§Úª¾¹D¡A¦Ó¥B¨º¨Ï§Ú§Ö¼Ö¡C ¥L­Ì¥þ³¡¦ü¥G¬O¨º¼Ë,¦p¦¹©Z¥Õ©Mª½±µªº¡C ¦ý¬O§Ú·Q­n¦b°¨§Jªºª`®g,¦pªG Zoltar Åý§Ú¡C ¥¦ªº¤£¤@ºØ°k¤`¹Á¸Õ¡C ¶W¹L¦b³Ì«á¤Q¤G¦~¤º³Q°µªº¦w¼w»¹³Q¬°§Ú¦b³Ì«á¤pªº¤@·|¨à¤è­±°µ§ó¦hªº Zoltar's¡C ¥L¨Ï§A§Ö¼Ö; §A¤£¦A¤£¬O¬Û¦Pªº¤H¡C §Ú¤w¸g¨£¨ì , °¨§J¦p¦óµh¥´¥L; ¥L¦bºÞ¤¤ªº§b¤l¥~­è­è¤~±a¤@­Ó¦^¦X,¥L¤£¯à®³
Mark's crap as well." / ¤]ªº°¨§JÂY¨â­Ó»ë¤l¥X²{ªº¿é¼Æ¥Ø¡C"
"You're a psycho and I'm a slut... Keyop's a failure and Tiny's a fat lazy slob, and none of it is true. And Mark is nothing more than a spoiled little boy, at the end of it all." / "§A¬Oºë¯«¯f±w¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¬O¤£ºÝ²øªº¤k¤H¡C¡C¡C Keyop's ªº¤@­Ó¥¢±Ñ©M·¥¤pªº¤@­Ó­DÃi´kªºÃ廽¤H,©M¥¦¨S¦³¤@­Ó¬O¯u¹êªº¡C ¦Ó¥B°¨§J¤£¬O¤°»ò¶W¹LªF¦è¤@¯}Ãa¤p¨k«Ä,¦b¥¦µ²§ôªº®É­Ô¥þ³¡¡C"
"And that's why I want to pay him back." / " ¦Ó¥B¨º¬O , §Ú¬°¤°»ò·Q­n³ø´_¥L " ¡C
"I don't know why Zoltar's doing any of it. I'm just so glad that he is." She leaned her head against Jason's chest, then looked up as more voices clamoured for her. / " §Ú¤£ª¾¹D¬°¤°»ò Zoltar's °µ¥¦¤§¤¤ªº¥ô¦ó¤@­Ó¡C §Ú½T¹ê¦p¦¹ªº°ª¿³¥H­P©ó¥L¬O¡C"¦o­Ê¾a¤F¹ï§Ü³Ç¥Íªº¯Ý¦oÀY, µM«á¬Ý¦b·í§ó¦hªºÁn­µ¬°¦o¤jÁn¦a­n¨D¤§®É¤W­±¡C
"I think your audience awaits," Jason chuckled, "Better not keep them waiting. Its not every girl who gets to start a planet-wide trend, after all." / "§Ú»{¬°¡A§AªºÅ¥²³µ¥­Ô,"³Ç¥Í¦Y¦Yªº¯º ",§ó¤£¨Ï¥L­Ì«O«ù­Ô¸É¡C ¥¦ªº¤£¬O¶}©lªº¨C­Ó¤k«Ä,²¦³º¡C"

As the suns climbed the next morning, Zoltar bowed deeply, bathed in kalaidoscopic light. "Yes, O Luminous One. The weapon is loaded, the vehicle awaits. Everything is prepared." / ·í¤Ó¶§Ãkµn¤F¹j¤Ñ¦­±á,Zoltar ²`²`¦aÅs¸y,¦b kalaidoscopic ¥ú¤¤¨N¯D¡C "¬Oªº, O µo¥úªº¤@¡C ªZ¾¹³Q¸Ë¸ü,¨®½øµ¥­Ô¡C ¨C¥ó¨Æª«³Q·Ç³Æ¡C"
"EXCELLENT, MY SERVANT. YOU HAVE YOUR ORDERS." The holographic eyes narrowed to slits, "NOW GO AND BRING GLORY TO SPECTRA." / "Àu¨}ªº,§Ú¹²¤H¡C §A¦³§Aªº¦¸§Ç¡C" ³QÁY¤p¨ìµõÁ_ªº¥þ³¡¤â¼gªº²´·ú ",²{¦b¥h¦Ó¥B±aµÛ¥úºa¨ìÀWÃСC"
"It shall be done, O Powerful One." Zoltar bowed once more, then turned to place calls to the legions and to his house. / "¥¦±N³Q°µ, O ¦³¤Oªº". ³QÅs¸y¦A¤@¦¸ªº Zoltar, µM«á·Ç³Æ§â©I¥s©ñ¹ï­x¹Î©M¥Lªº©Ð¤l¡C
Mala closed the connection and nudged Jason awake. / Mala Ãö³¬¤F³s±µ¦Ó¥B¥Î¨y»´±À¤F³Ç¥Í¿ôªº¡C
"Mrrph.. hmm?.. w'dya want?" / "Mrrph¡C¡C hmm?¡C¡C w'dya ·Q­n?"
"Time to go to work, my treasure," Mala chuckled. / " ®É¶¡¥h¤u§@,§ÚªºÄ_ª«",Mala ¦Y¦Yªº¯º¡C
Jason opened one bleary eye, "Work....?" He saw her tight-fitting uniform of moody purples and sat up quickly, "He said yes?" / ³Ç¥Í¥´¶}¤F¤@­Ó²´·ú¼Ò½kªº²´·ú,"¤u§@....?" ¥L«Ü§Ö¦a¨£¨ì¦o¤ß±¡¤£Ã­µµ¦âªººò- ¾A©y¨îªA¦Ó¥B¼õ©] ",¥L»¡¬Oªº?"
"The Luminous One himself approved your offer." / " µo¥ú¤@¥L¦Û¤vÃÙ¦P¤F§Aªº´£Ä³ " ¡C
Jason goggled, "He *told* the Luminous One???" / ³Ç¥Í²´¯]Âà°Ê," ¥L *§i¶D* µo¥ú¤@???"
"And astonishingly enough, it has apologized for using my brother so harshly, since his generosity has so obviously paid off." / "¦Ó¥B¥iÅ岧¦a¨¬°÷¡A¥¦¦³¬°¨Ï¥Î§Úªº¥S§Ì¦p¦¹ªºÄY¼F¹Dºp,¦Û¥LªººB´n¦p¦¹ªº©úÅã¤w¸g¨£®Ä¥H«á".
Jason shook his head, "Just what did he tell it?" / ³Ç¥Í·nÀY," ¨s³º¥L§i¶D¥¦¤°»ò "?
Mala struggled to keep a straight face, "That you had offered your G-Force skills as a body guard to Zoltar in his time of injury, in gratitude to Spectra for granting you relief from your plaguing illness. My brother is a master at distorting the truth." "I see that!" / Mala §V¤O¤£¯º," §A¦b¥Lªº¨ü¶Ë®É­Ô¤º¤w¸g´£¨Ñ¦p¹ï Zoltar ¨Ó»¡ªº¤@­Ó¨­Åé¦u½Ãªº§A G- ¤O¶qªº§Þ³N, ¦b¹ïÀWÃЪº·PÁ¤¤¬°¤¹³\§A¨Ó¦Û§A§é¿i¯e¯fªº¦w¤ß¡C §Úªº¥S§Ì¦b§á¦±¨Æ¹ê¬O¥D¤H¡C" " §Ú¨£¨ì¨º "!
"Though Princess picked up the art quite quickly." / " ÁöµM¤½¥D¬Û·í§Ö¦a¬B°_ÃÀ³N " ¡C
Jason grinned and got out of bed, "Did your brother leave me a uniform and a way to get out to wherever he is?" / ³Ç¥ÍÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¦Ó¥BÂ÷¶}§É," §Aªº¥S§ÌÂ÷¶}§Ú¤@®M¨îªA©M¤@­Ó¤èªk°k¶]¶Ü¨ìµL½×¥L¦b¦ó³B"?
"Why I am to bring you there myself. There is a uniform for you, but it is at the legion barracks. Dress yourself as you will until we get there." / "§Ú¬°¤°»ò­n¦b¨º¸Ì±a§A§Ú¦Û¤v¡C ¬°§A¦³¤@®M¨îªA¡A¦ý¬O¥¦¦b­x¹Î§LªÙ¡C ¬ïµÛ§A¦Û¤v·í§A±Nª½¨ì§Ú­Ì¨ì¨ºùØ¡C"
"Ready when you are," Jason said, flinging clothes out of the press and onto his person. / " ·í§A¬Oªº®É­Ô¡A¹w³Æ ",³Ç¥Í»¡,±q·s»D´CÅé©M¦b¥Lªº¤H¤§¤W§ë¦çªA¡C
Mala chuckled, "Come out to the kitchen for a bite of breakfast. / Mala ¦Y¦Yªº¯º,"¬°¦­À\ªº«r¥X¨Ó¨ì¼p©Ð¡C
Then we shall go." / µM«á§Ú­Ì±N¥h¡C"
In the kitchen, Jason found Mother Aranya at the table with / ¦b¼p©Ð¤¤¡A³Ç¥Í¦b®à¤lµo²{ Aranya ¥À¿Ë¥Ñ©ó
Princess, going over charts and graphs. "Good morning!" he greeted them cheerily. / ¤½¥D,¸Ô²Ó¹î¬Ý¹Ï¸Ñ©M¦±½u¹Ï¡C " ¦­¦w "! ¥L´r§Ö¦aÅwªï¤F¥L­Ì¡C
"You're going! I take it you've heard!" / "§A¥¿¦b¥h! §Ú±a§A¤w¸gÅ¥¨ìªº¥¦!"
Jason nodded, inhaling ti and shovelling porridge into his mouth, "My payment for Spectra footing my medical bills." / ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY,§l¤J ti ©M shovelling µ°¶i¥Lªº¼L¤§¤º," ÀWÃЪº§Ú¥I´Úµ²ºâ§ÚªºÂå¾Ç±b³æ".
"The Luminous One swallows some interesting lines," Princess agreed, "Its convinced I've defected totally." / "µo¥ú¤@§]¤@¨Ç¦³½ìªº½u ," ¤½¥D¦P·N," ¥¦ªº½T«H§Ú¤w¸g§¹¥þ¦a­I«q".
Jason quickly finished eating and smiled. "Well, time to go. / ³Ç¥Í«Ü§Ö¦a¦Y§¹¦Ó¥B·L¯º¡C "¶â, ®É¶¡¥h¡C
Are you sure there isn't anything you want me to send to Mark from you, / ¬O§A½T«H¨º¸Ì¤£¬O¥ô¦ó¨Æ§A·Q­n§Ú¹ï¨Ó¦Û§Aªº°¨§J°e,
Princess? A punch? Swift kick in the butt?" / ¤½¥D? ¤@­Ó¥´¬}¾¹? ·ÏÀYªº¨³³t½ð?"
"Postcard? 'Wish you were here'?" Mala grinned. / "©ú«H¤ù? ' Ä@§A¦b³o¸Ì'?"Mala ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C
"Invitation to wedding?" Mother Aranya suggested. Princess laughed. / " ±B§ªºÁܽР"? Aranya ¥À¿Ë«Øij¡C ¤½¥D¯º¡C
"Lets go, Mala." Jason hugged Princess, then clasped Aranya's hand warmly. / " Åý¥h,Mala". ¾Ö©ê¤½¥Dªº³Ç¥Í,µM«á¿Ë¤Á¦a¦©ºò¤F Aranya's ªº¤â¡C
"Good luck, Jason. Be careful." / "¦n¹B®ð¡A³Ç¥Í¡C ­n¤p¤ß¡C"
"Use mind technique, in case helmet have 'gaps'. Luminous One all place, all time." / " ¨Ï¥Î¤ß§Þ³N,¦b±¡§Î¿û²¯¤¤¦³ 'Á_»Ø' ¡C µo¥úªº¤@­Ó©Ò¦³ªº¦a¤è,¥þ³¡©w®É¡C"
Jason nodded, "I will, Mother Aranya. Thank you." / ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY,"§Ú¨M·N,Aranya ¥À¿Ë¡C ÁÂÁ§A¡C"
"You see Anderson-chief, you take prisoner! I wanting give him piece of mind!" / "§A¨£¨ì¦w¼w»¹-»â³S,§A±a¥}¥Ç! ·Q­nªº§Úµ¹¥L¤ßªº¶ô!"
"Its a deal," Jason grinned. "Shall we, Mala?" / " ¥¦ªº¥æ©ö ",³Ç¥ÍÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C " ±N§Ú­Ì,Mala"?
"Yes, lets go." / "¬Oªº, Åý¥h".

The day was cold and rainy to Jason. To the Spectrans, it was a brisk and refreshing spring morning. Rain spattered against the windshield of Mala's vehicle. The air had a clammy, dank feel. / ¹ï³Ç¥Í¨º¤Ñ«Ü´H§Nªº©M¤U«B¡C ¨ì Spectrans ¡A¥¦¬O¤@­Ó²n§Öªº©M²M²nªº¬K¤Ñ¦­±á¡C «B²kÂqª«¹ï§Ü Mala's ªº¨®½ø¾×­·¬Á¼þ¡C ªÅ®ð¦³¤F·ÃÂH, ³z¤ôªº·Pı¡C
Jason peered out the windows at the city below, then at the large, heavily-populated building looming ahead. It was very busy. / ³Ç¥Í¦b¤U­±ªº«°¥«¾®µø¥Xµ¡¤á, µM«á¦b¤jªÌ,«Ü­«¦a-¦V«e¦aÁô¬ù¥i¨£ªº¤H¤f¸Y±Kªº«Ø¿vª«¡C ¯u¬O«D±`¦£¸L¡C
"Where do we go from here?" / " §Ú­Ì¥h­þ¸Ì±q¦b³o¸Ì"?
"We'll make a stop at the men's legions to find Adraig and pick up your uniform," Mala answered, "Then I will take you to my brother. / "§Ú­Ì±N»s³y¦b¨k¤Hªº­x¹Î¤@­Ó°±¤îµo²{ Adraig ¦Ó¥B¬B°_§Aªº¨îªA ," Mala ¦^µª,"µM«á§Ú±N®³§Aµ¹§Úªº¥S§Ì¡C
Then, I must go to my own squadron." / µM«á,§Ú¤@©w­n§ä§Ú¦Û¤vªºÃM§LÀç¡C"
Jason nodded, "Is Adraig going along?" / ³QÂIÀYªº³Ç¥Í," ¬O Adraig ¦V«e¥h "?
"Yes, though you will not see much of him. His assignment is to another area." / "¬Oªº¡AÁöµM§A±N¤£±`±`¨£¨ì¥L¡C ¥Lªº¥ô°È¬O¨ì¥t¤@­Ó°Ï°ì¡C"
Jason nodded again. Mala flashed her ticket and parked her vehicle, then guided him through the packed corridors towards an ident office. Jason was photographed, scanned and voiceprinted, then issued an ident card similar to Mala's. Squadrons marched passed them in formation and, conscious that he was in an unprotected area, Jason allowed himself to fill with a sense of pride at being able to join their ranks. / ³Ç¥Í¦A¤@¦¸ÂIÀY¡C Mala °{²{¤F¦oªº²¼¦Ó¥B°±¨®¤F¦oªº¨®½ø,µM«á¸g¹L¹ï©ó¤@­Ó ident ¿ì¤½«Çªº³Q¥]¸Ëªº¨«´Y«ü¾É¥L¡C ³Ç¥Í³Q·Ó¬Û, ±½´y©M voiceprinted, µM«áµo¦æ ident ³Æ¸m¥d¤ù¬Û¦üªº¨ì Mala's¡C ³Q¹C¦æªºÃM§LÀç¦b§Î¦¨¤è­±³q¹L¤F¥L­Ì©M, ¦³·NÃѪº¥L¬O¦b¤@­ÓµL«OÅ@ªº°Ï°ì¤¤,³Ç¥Í¤¹³\¤F¥L¦Û¤v¦b¯à°÷¸Ëº¡¤@­Ó¦Û¶Æ·P°Ñ¥[¥L­Ìªº±Æ¦W¡C
"I think I see Adraig," he said. / " §Ú»{¬°¡A§Ú¨£¨ì Adraig",¥L»¡¡C
"Where?" / " ¦b­þ¸Ì "?
"There.. no, there.. wait.. Never mind. They all look alike," he grinned. Nonetheless, he pointed to a green-suited figure waving. / "¦b¨º¸Ì¡C¡C ¤£,¦b¨º¸Ì¡C¡C µ¥­Ô¡C¡C ¤£¥²¤¶·N¡C ¥L­Ì¥þ³¡¬Ý°_¨Ó¬Û¦ü,"¥LÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C µM¦Ó¡A¥L«ü¦Vºñ¦â- ¾A¦Xºtºâ´§»R¡C
Adraig, his face hidden by his uniform's mask, stood with an armful of black cloth beside another man. "Good, good, you're right on time," Adraig said, "Here is your uniform; try not to laugh too hard. / Adraig ¡A¥Lªº³Q¥L¨îªAªº°²­±¨ãÂêºÁy,¥H¦b¥t¤@­Ó¨k¤H®ÇÃ䪺¤@­Ó¶Â¦â¥¬®Æªº¤@©ê¤§¶q¯¸¥ß¡C "¦nªº¡M¦n , §A·Ç®É¬O¥¿½T¦a ," Adraig »¡,"³o¸Ì¬O§Aªº¨îªA; ¸Õ¤£­n¦A¤Ó§V¤O¯º¡C
This is Baltec, he's heading up security on this flight. Hopefully our / ³o¬O Baltec,¥L¥¿¦b¦b³o¤@¦¸­¸¦æ¤è­±ªº¦w¥þ¤W­±´Â¦V¡C §Æ±æ§Ú­Ìªº
Indominatable Leader will come out reasonably unscathed this time. / Indominatable »â³S±N¥X¨Ó¾A«×¨S¦³¨ü¶Ë³o¦¸¡C
You'll answer to two people and two people *only* -- Baltec and Zoltar." / §A±N¦^µª¤G­Ó¤H©M¤G­Ó¤H *°ß¤@ªº*-- Baltec ©M Zoltar¡C"
"Not even me?" Mala pouted coquettishly. / " ¤£¨Ï§Ú¬Ûµ¥ "? Mala ®R¦h«º¦aäþ¼L¡C
"Not even you, my lady," Adraig grinned. / " ¤£¬Æ¦Ü§A,§Úªº²Q¤k",Adraig ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C
Jason nodded after shaking Baltec's hand, "Where do I change?" / ³Ç¥Í¦b´¤ Baltec's ¤â¤§«áÂIÀY," §Ú¦b­þ¸Ì§ïÅÜ "?
Baltec pointed, "Right over there. Your locker is here; press your thumb here, its fingerprint coded." Jason nodded again and went to change into his uniform. It wasn't far different from his G-Force uniform, having black wings and a rather odd mask. He'd seen them before and recognised it as the uniform of one of Spectra's elite special forces. / «ü¥Xªº Baltec," ¥¿½T¦a¦b¨º¸Ì¡C §AªºÂêÂd¦b³o¸Ì; À£§Aªº©æ«ü³o¸Ì,¥¦ªº«ü¯¾½s½X¡C"³Ç¥Í¦A¤@¦¸ÂIÀY¦Ó¥B¥h´«¦¨¥Lªº¨îªA¡C ¥¦¤£¬O»·ªº¤£¦P¥L G- ¤O¶qªº¨îªA,¦³¶Â¦âªº¯Í»H©M¬Û·í©_¼Æªº°²­±¨ã¡C ¥L¤w¸g¨£¨ì¥L­Ì¦b¦Ó¥B¤§«e¿ë»{¥X¥¦¦pÀWÃЪººë­^¯SºØ³¡¶¤¤§¤@ªº¨îªA¡C
Dressed, he emerged, carrying the mask under his arm. "How do I look?" he asked. / ¬ïµÛ,¥L¯B²{,Äâ±a¦b¥Lªº¤âÁu¤U­±ªº°²­±¨ã¡C " §Ú¬Ý°_¨Ó¦p¦ó "? ¥L°Ý¡C
His companions regarded him. "You need longer hair," they chorussed. / ¥LªºªB¤Íµø¬°¤F¥L¡C " §A»Ý­n§óªøªºÀY¾v ", ¥L­Ì chorussed¡C
"Piss off, I like my hair short," Jason chuckled. He put on the mask, "Alright, I'm ready." / " ¨«¶}¤p«K, §Ú³ßÅw§ÚªºÀY¾vµu",³Ç¥Í¦Y¦Yªº¯º¡C ¥L¬ï¤W°²­±¨ã," ¦nªº¡A§Ú·Ç³Æ¦n " ¡C
"We'll go join the rest of the force and await boarding," Baltec instructed. Jason nodded and turned to Mala. / " §Ú­Ì±N¥h±µ¦X³B¤O¶qªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤À¨Ã¥Bµ¥­Ôµn¾÷ ",Baltec ±Ð¡C ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY¦Ó¥BÂà¦V Mala ¡C
"And I must be off. I have a squadron to organize." "I as well," Adraig added, "Engineering needs some last minute butt-kicking." He shook hands with Jason, who gave Mala a last squeeze before they both took off for their missions. Jason sighed, then followed Baltec to the ship. It was docked in water, with a large gantry running to it. Squadrons were assembling on the dock, awaiting the signal to board. / "¦Ó¥B§Ú¤@©w­nÂ÷¶}¡C §Ú¦³¤@­ÓÃM§LÀç²Õ´¡C" "§Ú¤] ," Adraig ¼W¥[," ¤uµ{¾Ç»Ý­n , ¤@¨Ç«ùÄò·L¤pªº½ð·ÏÀYªº". ¥L©M³Ç¥Í´¤¤â,¦b¥L­Ì­Ç³£¬°¥L­Ìªº¥ô°È°_­¸¤§«e , ³Ç¥Íµ¹¤©¤F Mala ¤@³Ì«áÀ½À£¡C ¼Û®§ªº³Ç¥Í,µM«á¸òÀH¤F¨ì²îªº Baltec ¡C ¥¦¦b¤ô¤¤³Q°±ªy,ÂǥѤ@­Ó¶]¦V¥¦ªº¤j°_­«¥x¬[¡C ÃM§LÀ祿¦b½XÀY¤W¶°¦X¡Aµ¥­Ô¹ï¸³¨Æ·|ªº«H¸¹¡C
"Where will I be stationed, Baltec?" / "¦b­þ¸Ì§Ú±N³Q¦w¸m,Baltec"?
"Up on the bridge with me. We'll get to see most of the action," Baltec responded. / " ¦V¤W¦b¾ô¤W©M§Ú¡C §Ú­Ì±N¶}©l¨£¨ì¤j³¡¥÷ªº¦æ°Ê,"Baltec ¦^À³¡C
"How soon do we board?" / " §Ú­Ì¦h§Ö·f­¼ "?
"We'll be called together and given our usual pep-talk. Try not to laugh; most of the soldiers don't know any different." / "§Ú­Ì±N³Q¤@°_¥s°µ¦Ó¥Bµ¹§Ú­Ìªº¥­±`¬¡¤O-½Í¸Ü¡C ¸Õ¤£­n¦A¯º; ¤j³¡¥÷ªº­x¤H¤£ª¾¹D¥ô¦óªº¤£¦P¡C"
Jason winced as klaxons began to blare, announcing preliminary formations. "Anything I should know once I get on board?" / ·í®ð¹Ô³â¥z¶}©l°ªÁn»ï¥sªº®É­Ô¡A³Ç¥Í¬ÈÁY,«Å¥¬ªì¨Bªº§Î¦¨¡C " ¥ô¦ó¨Æ¤@¥¹§Ú¨ì¹F¦b¾÷¤W§ÚÀ³¸Óª¾¹D"?
Baltec nodded, "He's addressed as 'sire'; always bow; keep your mind on your work and try not to get too chummy with the foot soldiers. / Baltec ÂIÀY," ¥L¤w¸gºt»¡·í°µ '°¡¤U'; Á`¬OÁù°`; «O¦s¦b§Aªº¤u§@¤Wªº§A¤ß¨Ã¥B¸Õ¤£­n¦A©M¨B§LÅܤӿ˱K¡C
Stay within fifteen feet of him at all times, but be ready: He can move *damned* fast. Never obstruct him." / Á`¬O°±¯d¦b¸Ì­±¤Q¤­§`ªº¥L, ¦ý¬O·Ç³Æ¦n : ¥L¯à²¾°Ê *¶A©G*§Ö³t¦a¡C ¤£­nªý¹j¥L¡C"
Jason nodded. He knew personally how fast Zoltar could move when he wanted to: He could outrun their cerebonically-enhanced speeds with relative ease. / ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY¡C ¥L¿Ë¦Û¦aª¾¹D·í¥L·Q­nªº®É­Ô , ÂN§Ù Zoltar ¥i¥H¦p¦ó²¾°Ê: ¥L¥i¥H¥Î¬ÛÃöªº¦w¶h¶]±o§ó§Ö¥L­Ìªº cerebonically ´£°ªªº³t«×¡C
"The most important code to memorize is 119," Baltec continued, / " °O¦íªº³Ì­«­nªº±K½X¬O 119",Baltec Ä~Äò,
"You hear that, that means he's unmasked." / "§AÅ¥¨ì¨º, ¥L³Q²æ¥h°²­±¨ãªº¤èªk".
"What should I do if he's unmasked? Should I go to him?" / "¦pªG¥L³Q²æ¥h°²­±¨ã¡A§ÚÀ³¸Ó°µ¤°»ò? §ÚÀ³¸Ó§ä¥L¶Ü?"
"Yes. Get him out of sight as quickly as possible; *nobody* can see Zoltar unmasked. Not our own people; not the Earthlings. Say nothing about what you know." "I take it its safe to knock a foot soldier upside the head if he's trying to be too mule-y?" / "¬Oªº¡C ¾¨§Ö¦a§â¥L»°¥Xµø¤O; *¤£­«­n¤§¤H* ¯à¨£¨ì³Q²æ¥h°²­±¨ãªº Zoltar ¡C ¤£¬O§Ú­Ì¦Û¤vªº¤H; ¤£¬O¥@¤H¡C Ãö©ó§Aª¾¹Dªº²@¤£»¡¡C" "¦pªG¥L¥¿¦b¹Á¸Õ¤]¬OÅ[¡A§Ú±a¥¦¥¦ªº«OÀI½cºVÀ»¨B§L¤W°¼ÀY-y"?
"Its safe, but you'd be best not to draw attention to yourself. / "¥¦ªº«OÀI½c, ¦ý¬O§A±N·|³Ì¦n¦a¤£­n¦A¹ï§A¦Û¤v¤Þ°_ª`·N¡C
Let someone else do it." / Åý¨ä¥L¤H°µ¥¦¡C"
"What about the other soldiers? Do they know that an Earther is in their midst, fighting with them today?" / "¨ä¥L­x¤H«ç»ò¼Ë? ¥L­Ì¤µ¤Ñ¥Ñ©ó¥L­Ìª¾¹D¤@­Ó¦a²y¦b¥L­Ìªº¤¤¶¡¤è­±¡A¾Ô°«¶Ü?"
"No. Don't let that on, either. You have Zoltar's favour and protection, but even that can only go so far. Stay away from the women's legions unless its *absolutely* necessary: Legions are strictly segregated and that rule is enforced." "I won't let on, but I was curious, just in case someone were to address me. I don't know that there are many Spectrans named Jason." / " ¸¹½X¤£Åý¨º¦b,¤§¤W¤]¡C §A¦³ Zoltar's ªº¦n·N©M«OÅ@¡A¦ý¬O¬Æ¦Ü¨º¨ì²{¦b¬°¤î¤~¯à¥h¡C ±q¤k¤Hªº­x¹ÎÂ÷¶}°£«D¥¦ªº *§¹¥þ¦a*¥²»Ýªº: ­x¹ÎÄY®æ¦a³Q¤ÀÂ÷¡A¦Ó¥B¨º¤@±ø³W«h³Q°õ¦æ¡C" " §Ú±N¤£Åý¦b,¤§¤W¦ý¬O§Ú¬O¦n©_ªº,¶È¶È¥H¨¾¸U¤@¬Y¤H­n¦V§Úºt»¡¡C §Ú¤£ª¾¹D¦³¥s°µ³Ç¥Íªº³\¦h Spectrans ¡C"
Baltec watched as the male legions formed up, rank upon rank, to await boarding. "You will be called Seasan. When someone addresses you, you'll most likely hear A Sheasain." / ·í¨k©Êªº­x¹Î§Î¦¨ªº®É­Ô¡A Baltec ¬Ý¦b,¤W­±¦b±Æ¦W¤§«á±Æ¦C, µ¥­Ôµn¾÷¡C "§A±N³QºÙ¬° Seasan ¡C ·í¬Y¤H¦V§Aºt»¡ªº®É­Ô,§A±N«Ü¦³¥i¯àÅ¥¨ì Sheasain ¡C"
"Works for me." Jason kept his eyes forward as the small arrowhead of women soldiers formed up, headed by their captain. He let his eyes skim briefly over Mala's tight bodysuit and flowing ponytail, admiring both her beauty and her tight-fisted efficiency. The women under her command were as lithe as cats, in their fur-collared uniforms and vicious-looking masks, weapons slung over their shoulders. He turned his face in an attitude of attention when Zoltar emerged onto the platform. He struggled to keep a straight face throughout the high-oratory address, and joined the legions in saluting their leader. / " ¬°§Ú¤u§@ " ¡C ³Ç¥Í·í°µ§Î¦¨ªº¤k¤H­x¤Hªº¤p½bÀY«O«ù¥Lªº²´·ú¦V«e¦b,¤W­±³Q¥L­Ìªº²îªø±a»â¡C ¥L¦b Mala's ªººòºò¨­¦ç¿Ç©M¬y°Êªº°¨§À¤Ú¤§¤WÅý¥Lªº²´·ú²µu¦a²¤Åª, Æg½àªº¦o¨â¬ü¤H©M¦oºòªº-®±ÀY¤F®Ä²v¡C ¦b¦oªº«ü¥O¤§¤Uªº¤k¤H¬O¹³¿ß¤@¼Ëªº¬X³n,¦b¥L­Ìªº¤ò¥Ö¤¤- collared ¨îªA©M¬Ý¦ü¨¸´cªº°²­±¨ã,ªZ¾¹¦b¥L­ÌªºªÓ¤§¤W§ëÂY¡C ·í Zoltar ¦b¤ë¥x¤§¤W¯B²{ªº®É­Ô¡A¥LÂà¦V¤Fª`·NªººA«×¥LÁy¡C ¥L¦b°ª- ºtÁ¿¦í§}¦U³B§V¤O¤£¯º, ¦Ó¥B©M­x¹Î¤@°_¦æ§¥L­Ìªº»â³S¡C
Klaxons sounded and feet pounded as the legions boarded the ship. / ¨T¨®ÅT²ÃÅ¥¡A¦Ó¥B·í­x¹Îµn¤W¤F²îªº®É­Ô¡A¸}±j¯P¥´À»¡C
Baltec and his security force distributed themselves around the bridge, scanning it and preparing it for Zoltar's arrival. Jason noted with military interest that the Spectran ruler boarded last and alone, well after the ranks were already aboard. Jason snapped to attention as the doors opened into the devil's-head insignia of Spectra, and he joined the rest of the bridge crew in their shouts of "Hail Zoltar! / Baltec ©M¥Lªº¦w¥þ³¡¶¤¦b¾ôªº©P³ò¤À°t¥L­Ì¦Û¤v,±½´y¥¦¦Ó¥B¬° Zoltar's ªº©è¹F·Ç³Æ¥¦¡C ³Ç¥Í¥H Spectran ²ÎªvªÌ³Ì«á·f­¼ªº­x¨Æ¿³½ì©M¿W¦Û¦aª`·N, «Ü¦n¦a¦b±Æ¦W¤w¸g¦b­¸¾÷¤W¤§«á¡C ·íªù¶i¤JÀWÃЪºÅ]°­- ÀY¾±³¹¤§¤º¥´¶}¡A¦Ó¥B¥L°Ñ¥[¦b¥L­Ìªº©I³Û¤¤Ä¥¾ô²Õ­ûªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤Àªº®É­Ô¡A³Ç¥Í¹ïª`·N«rÂ_ "¦V Zoltar Åw©I!
Hail Spectra!" / ¦VÀWÃÐÅw©I!"
If Zoltar knew who Jason was under his unusual mask, he gave no sign of it. Instead he sat upon the command chair and surveyed the bridge, "Is everything in readiness?" / ¦pªG Zoltar ª¾¹D½Ö³Ç¥Í¬O¦b¥Lªº¤£´M±`ªº°²­±¨ã¤§¤U,¥L¨Sµ¹¤©¥¦ªº¸ñ¶H¡C ¬Û¤Ïªº¥L¦b«ü¥O¤§«á§¤´È¤l¦Ó¥B¼fµø¤F¾ô¡A " ¬O¹w³Æªº¨C¥ó¨Æª« "?
"Yes, sire!" an engineer replied, "We are ready for lift-off." / "¬Oªº,°¡¤U"! ¤@­Ó¤uµ{®vµªÂÐ," §Ú­Ì¬°Â÷¦aª@ªÅ°µ¦n·Ç³Æ " ¡C
"Excellent. Falbh!" / "Àu¨}ªº¡C Falbh!"
More klaxons sounded as the gantry was disengaged and the attack vehicle pulled away from the dock to slide beneath the waves. Slowly it maneuvered out into the Spectran ocean, passing submersibles, underwater structures and military personnel of both marine species. As the vehicle pulled away from the city space, it angled up, preparing to break the surface. / ·í°_­«¥x¬[¬O¦Û¥Ñªº®É­Ô¡A§ó¦hªº®ð¹Ô³â¥zÅ¥¡A¦Ó¥B§ðÀ»¨®½ø±q½XÀY¶}¨«¦bªi®ö¤§¤U·Æ°Ê¡C ºCºC¦a¥¦¶i¤J Spectran ¤j®ü¡A¸g¹Lªº¯à¨H¤J¤ô¤¤¤S¦b¤ô¤¤ªºµ²ºc©M¨âªÌ¯è®üªº«~ºØ­x¨Æ¤H­û¤§¤ºªº¦b¥~ maneuvered¡C ·í¨®½ø±q«°¥«ªÅ¶¡¶}¨«, ¥¦«ö¬Y¤@¨¤«×Âà°Ê¦b,¤W­±·Ç³Æ¥´¯}ªí­±¡C
Water broke and ruddy sunlight flooded the cabin. Beneath / ¤ôÂ_±¼¡A¦Ó¥B¬õªº¤é¥ú¥ÆÀݤF¤p«Î¡C ¦b
Jason's feet, engines thrummed, their steady rumble becoming a roar as the ship built up velocity. The lilac sky deepened to lavender as the ship rose higher through the planet's atmosphere. / ³Ç¥Íªº¸},¤ÞÀº«ü¼u,·í²î«Ø¥ß³t«×ªº®É­Ô¡A¥L­Ìªº©wºAµo¶©¶©ÁnÅܦ¨¤@Án§q¡C ·í²î³z¹L¦æ¬Pªº¤j®ð§ó°ª¦a¤W¤Éªº®É­Ô¡A²Hµµ¦âªº¤ÑªÅ¥[²`¨ì¼ÚÁ¡²ü¡C
"Approaching planetary shield. Shield aperture in T-120 seconds." Jason listened to the navigator's count-down as the attack vehicle approached the invisible force-shield that protected Spectra's atmosphere from outside radiation. It was a new innovation, in place just eighty years, and would keep their planet alive a little longer. / "±µªñ¦æ¬Pªº¨¾¿mª«¡C ¦b T-120 ¬í¤¤¾B½ª¤Õ¡C"³Ç¥ÍÅ¥¨ì¯è®ü®aªº­p¼Æ-·í§ðÀ»¨®½ø±µªñ¤F¬Ý¤£¨£ªº¤O¶q¡AåP¸¨-«OÅ@ÀWÃЪº¤j®ð§K©ó¥~­±ªº©ñ®g½uªº¨¾¿mª«¡C ¥¦¬O¤@ºØ·sªº§ï­²¡A¾A·í¥u¦³¤K¤Q¦~, ¦Ó¥B±N·|µy·L¨Ï¥L­Ìªº¦æ¬P«O«ù¦³¬¡¤Oªº¤ñ¸ûªøªº¡C
He listened as the navigator received coordinates and relayed them to the pilots, allowing them to aim for the spot where the shield would be opened to permit them to pass. Once through, the ship blasted off and left Spectra's orbit. / ·í¯è®ü®a¹ï­¸¦æ­û¦¬¨ì¤F§¤¼Ð¦Ó¥B±µ´À¤F¥L­Ìªº®É­Ô¡A¥LÅ¥,Åý¥L­Ì°l¨D¨¾¿mª«±N·|³Q¥´¶}¤¹³\¥L­Ì³q¹Lªº¦aÂI ¡C ¤@¥¹¬ï¶V¡A²îºR´ÝÂ÷¶}¦Ó¥B¯d¤U¤FÀWÃЪº­y¹D¡C
Jason gazed out of the port. Two red suns, one near and older, the other a far, brilliant point, that held the solar system in their grip. Beneath him, Spectra retreated to a tiny ball, an ice-locked world that Princess called home. They'd taken him prisoner, but made him welcome... and now he was going back "home" to fight his "family." / ³Ç¥Íª`µøÂ÷´ä¤f¡C ¤G¬õ¦âªº¤Ó¶§, ¤@ªñªº©M¸ê²`ªÌ , ¥t¤@­Ó»·¤SÀéÄꪺÂI,¨º®³µÛ¤F¥L­Ìªººò´¤¤Ó¶§¨t¡C ¦b¥L¤§¤U¡AÀWÃкM°h¨ì¤@­Ó·¥¤pªº²y,¤@¦ì¦BÂꪺ¥@¬É¨º¤@¦ì¤½¥D¥s°µ¤F®a¡C ¥L­Ì¤w¸g±a¥L¥}¥Ç, ¦ý¬O¨Ï¥L¨üÅwªï¡C¡C¡C ¦Ó¥B²{¦b¥L¥¿¦b¦^¥h " ®a " ¹ï§Ü¥Lªº " ®a®x " ¡C
Engines thrummed as the ship coasted into a gravity well: / ¤ÞÀº«ü¼u·í°µ¶i¤J¦a¤ß¤Þ¤O¤§¤º³Qªu®ü©¤¦Ó¦æ±o¦nªº²î:
Eridani, the next planet out, far too close for comfort. Its magnetosphere was already brushing Spectra. That, coupled with the erratic solar winds that were the supernova's legacy to the suns, made the force-shield vital. Without it, Spectra might have already died. / Eridani,¦b¥~ªº¤U¦æ¬P,»»»·¦a¤]¬°¦w¼¢Ãö¡C ¥¦ªººÏ®ð°é¤w¸g¥¿¦b²¨¨êÀWÃСC ­þ¤@,¥H¹ï¤Ó¶§ªº¶W·s¬Pªº¿òÃت«ªº¤£Ã­©wªº¤Ó¶§­·¥[­¿,§@¤F¤O¶q- ¨¾¿mª«­«­nªº¡C ¨S¦³¥¦¡AÀWÃÐ¥i¯à¤w¸g¦º¤F¡C
But it would die anyways. Eridani and Spectra would collide in less than two hundred years. There was no way to stop that. They were doomed and they knew it. That's why they wanted Earth: For resources, for a new home... / ¦ý¬O¥¦±N·|µL½×¦p¦ó¦º¡C Eridani ©MÀWÃЦb¤Ö©ó¤G¦Ê¦~¤¤±N·|¸I¼²¡C ¨S¦³¤èªk°±¤î¨º¡C ¥L­Ì³Q©R¤¤ª`©w¡A¦Ó¥B¥L­Ìª¾¹D¥¦¡C ¨º¬O , ¥L­Ì¬°¤°»ò·Q­n¦a²y: ¹ï©ó¸ê·½,¹ï©ó¤@­Ó·sªº®a¡C¡C¡C
...Or so the Luminous One told them. The Luminous One just wanted to conquor as many planets as it could, including Earth. Jason wondered just what the Underground did have planned, regarding a new home. With everything else they'd been doing, he didn't think they would have overlooked that. No doubt Zoltar had ideas. / ¡C¡C¡C¥ª¥kµo¥ú¤@§i¶D¤F¥L­Ì¡C µo¥ú¤@­è­è·Q­n¨ì conquor ©M¥¦¤@¼Ë¦hªº¦æ¬P,¥]¬A¦a²y¡C ³Ç¥Í¨s³ºÃhºÃ¦a¤U°µªº¤w¸g­pµe,Ãö©ó¤@­Ó·sªº®a¡C ÂǥѨä¥L¨C¥ó¨Æª«¥L­Ì¤w¸g°µ,¥L¨S¦³»{¬°¥L­Ì·|©¿²¤¨º¡C µLºÃ¦a Zoltar ¦³¤F·Qªk¡C
The hyperdrive engaged, shooting the Spectran ship through the galaxy towards Sol. The stars became streaks. Jason turned away from the port and went for a cup of ti to pass the time. / hyperdrive ¬ù©w,¸g¹L¹ï©ó¤j­µ¶¥ªº²Ä¤­­µªº»Èªe®gÀ» Spectran ²î¡C ¬PÅܦ¨±ø²z¡C ³Ç¥ÍÂà¦V»·Â÷´ä¤f¦Ó¥B¥h®³¤@ªM ti ³q¹L®É¶¡¡C
He was back at his post when the hyperdrive disengaged, dropping them back into normal space outside Sol's Oort cloud. The ship did a fast coast past Pluto, sliding towards Neptune. Jason gazed at the tiny, pitiful yellow dwarf slowly gaining in size. It seemed so long since he'd left. / ¥L¦b¥LªºÂ¾¦ì¦^¨Ó·í hyperdrive ¦Û¥Ñªº,¦b¤j­µ¶¥ªº²Ä¤­­µªº Oort ¶³¤§¥~¶i¤J¥¿±`ªºªÅ¶¡¤§¤º§â¥L­Ì­°§C¦^¨Ó¡C ²î¶V¹L­ß¤ý¬P°µ¤F¤@­Ó§Ö³tªº®ü©¤,¦V®ü¤ý¬P·Æ¡C ³Ç¥Íª`µø·¥¤pªÌ , ·O´dªº¶À¦â¸G¤lºCºC¦a¦b¤j¤p¤è­±±o¨ì¡C ¦Û±q¥L¦³Â÷¶}¥H«á¡A¥¦¦ü¥G¦p¦¹ªø¡C

Mark's bracelet began to chime, waking him out of his doze. / °¨§Jªº¤âÅN¶}©l»ï, ¥s¿ô¥X¥L¥Lªº¥´½OºÎ¡C
Hastily he sat up, accidently kicking over his Coke. "Mark here. Go ahead, Chief." / ¥^¦£¦a¥L¼õ©],·N¥~¨Æ¥ó¦b¥Lªº¥i¼Ö¤§¤W½ð¡C "¦b³o¸Ìªº°¨§J¡C «e¶i ,»â³S¡C"
The communicator blinked with the Chief's voice, "Pluto Early / ³q°T¾¹¥H»â³SªºÁn­µ¯w²´," ­ß¤ý¬P¦­ªº
Warning has picked up a Spectran craft heading towards Earth. It appears to be heading towards the mountains. Most likely, their target is the geo-thermal plant to the west of NORAD." / ĵ§i¤w¸g¬B°_ Spectran ­¸¾÷¹ï©ó¦a²yªº¼ÐÃD¡C ¥¦¦ü¥G«e©¹¤s¡C «Ü¦³¥i¯à¡A¥L­Ìªº¥Ø¼Ð¬O geo-¨ì NORAD ªº¦è³¡¼ö´Óª«¡C"
"The geo-thermal plant? The one that made the break-through in kinetodynamics last month? Weren't you saying that, if they completed their research, Earth could be looking at a renewable, non-polluting energy source?" / "geo-¤W¤É·Å·x®ð¬yºØ´Ó? »s³y¤F¥ð®§ªº¨º¤@­Ó-¤W­Ó¤ë¦b kinetodynamics ¤¤¬ï¶V? §A¨S¦³¦b»¡,¦pªG¥L­Ì§¹¦¨¤F¥L­Ìªº¬ã¨s,¦a²y¥i¯à¬O¬Ý¥i­«·s¶}©l,«D¦Ã¬V¯à·½¨Ó·½¶Ü?"
"That's right, Mark, and the Spectrans are probably itching to have our secrets. I want you and the rest of G-Force to intercept and neutralize the Spectran ship. If Zoltar is aboard, I want him captured. / " ¨º¬O¥¿½Tªº,°¨§J,©M Spectrans ¥¿¦b¥i¯à·kÄo¦³§Ú­Ìªº¯µ±K¡C §Ú·Q­n§A©M G ªº¨ä¾lªÌ- ¤O¶qÄdºI¨Ã¥B¨Ï¤¤¥ß Spectran ²î¡C ¦pªG Zoltar ¦b­¸¾÷¤W,§Ú·Q­n¥L³Q®·Àò¡C
We can use him to get our missing members back." / §Ú­Ì¯à¨Ï¥Î¥L±o¨ì§Ú­Ìªº¤£¨£¦¨­û­I­±¡C"
"Ten-four, Chief." Mark signed off and raced out to his plane. / "¤Q¥|,»â³S". °¨§Jñ¦r©ñ±ó¦Ó¥B¤ñÁÉ¥X¨ì¥Lªº­¸¾÷¡C
The engine roared to life and soon Mark was airborne. As soon as he'd reached his minimum cruising altitude, he brought his arm up in an arc. / ¹ï¥Í¬¡³Q§qªº¤ÞÀº©M«Ü§Ö°¨§J¬OªÅ¹Bªº¡C ¤@¥¹¥L¤w¸g¨ì¹F¥Lªº¨µ¯è°ª«×ªº³Ì¤p¶q¡A¥L¦b¤@­Ó©·¤¤´£¥X¥Lªº¤âÁu¡C
"Traaaaans-MUTE!" / "Traaaaans-°×¤l"!
Mark circled in his supersonic jet, waiting for the Phoenix to arrive. "Tiny, c'mon! Get it in gear!" / °¨§J¦b¥Lªº¶W­µªiªº¼Q®g¾÷¤¤¥]³ò, µ¥­Ô»ñ°Ä«°¨ì¹F¡C "·¥¤pªº,c'mon! ¦b¤u¨ã¤¤±o¨ì¥¦!"
"I'm here, I'm here. Don't get your shorts inna knot." The / "§Ú¦b³o¸Ì,§Ú¦b³o¸Ì¡C ¤£­n±o¨ì§Aªºµu¿Ç inna µ²¡C"¨º
Phoenix rose above the clouds, in line with Mark's plane. "You're clear, Commander. Bring her on in." "b.. bb.. Bitchy, today," Keyop commented from his seat. / »ñ°Ä«°ª´ºÀ¦âªº¦b¶³¤W­±,©M°¨§Jªº­¸¾÷¤@­P¡C " §A¬O²M·¡ªº,«ü´§©x¡C ¾É­P¦o¦b¡C" "b¡C¡C bb¡C¡C Bitchy,¤µ¤Ñ,"Keyop ±q¥Lªº®y¦ì§åµû¡C
"That's enough, Keyop. We don't want to make things worse." / "¨º¬O¥R¨¬¡A Keyop ¡C §Ú­Ì¤£·Q­n¨Ï¨Æª«Åܦ¨§óÁV¡C"
They both turned apprehensively as the door opened and Mark stepped through into the cabin. "Alright, team, it's another of Zoltar's attacks and we're short-handed, so we can't afford any screw-ups." / ·íªù¥´¶}ªº®É­Ô¡A¥L­Ì­Ç³£´m´m¤£¦w¦aÂà¦V¡A¦Ó¥B°¨§J¶i¤J¤p«Î¤§¤º½ñ¹L¡C "¦nªº,¤p²Õ, ¥¦¹ï Zoltar's ªº§ðÀ»¬O¥t¥~¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú­Ì«Üµu-¶Ç»¼,¦]¦¹§Ú­Ì¤£¯à­t¾á¥ô¦óªºÁ³µ·°v-´£°ª".
Tiny rolled his eyes - he said that every single mission, ever since Jason disappeared. "Where to, Commander?" / ·¥¤pªº±²¤F¥Lªº²´·ú - ¥L»¡¨C¤@³æ¤@¥ô°È,¥Ñ³Ç¥Í®ø¥¢¦Ü¤µ¡C " ¦b­þ¸Ì¨ì,«ü´§©x"?
"Rocky Mountains, Tiny. To that geothermal research center." / " ¬¥ÁF¤s¯ß,·¥¤pªº¡C ¨ì¨º¦a¼ö¬ã¨s¶°¤¤¡C"
"Big ten, Mark." / " ¤jªº¤Q,°¨§J".

"Idiot! Fool! I ordered you to *evacuate* the building, not *eviscerate* it! Now we shall have to search the rubble for those plans! AND YOU CAN START!" / "¥Õè! ·M§Ë! §Ú©R¥O¤F§A¨ì *²¨´²*«Ø¿vª«, ¤£ *¨ú¥X¤ºÅ¦*¥¦! ²{¦b§Ú­Ì±N¥²¶·¬°¨º¨Ç­p¹º·j´M²Ê¥Û! ¦Ó¥B§A¯à¶}©l!"
{Pencil-dick,} Jason thought snidely. He'd been biting back a grin throughout the entire tirade: Zoltar was bawling out the mission's captain, a man whose costume resembled a squid. / {¹]µ§-ĵ¹î,}³Ç¥Í°²¦a·Q¡C ¥L¦b¾ã­Óªºªø½g¤j½×¦U³B¦V«á¦a¤w¸g«rÅS¾¦¯º: Zoltar ¥¿¦b¤j¥s¥X¥ô°Èªº²îªø,¤@­Ó¬Û¦ü¤F¤@­Ó¯Q¸éªº¨k¤H¡C
"But but but, Sire!" stammered the squid. / " ¦ý¬O¦ý¬O¦ý¬O,°¡¤U"! ¤f¦Y¤F¯Q¸é¡C
Zoltar ripped off an exasperated curse and pointed to some flunkies, "You and you -- Begin searching what remains of that building! / Zoltar °½³Q¶A©G´o«ãªº¦Ó¥B«ü¦V¤@¨Ç flunkies," §A©M§A -- ¶}©l¨º¤@´É«Ø¿vª««O«ùªº´M§ä!
You others, search the second building." / §A¨ä¥¦,·j´M²Ä¤G´É«Ø¿vª«¡C"
The ship doors opened and soldiers flowed out. While the male legions searched for the machines themselves, Mala's women assaulted the high-security areas, searching for the blueprints. Jason watched with the eye of a professional, intrigued by this opportunity to witness a / ²îªù¥´¶}¡A¦Ó¥B­x¤H¬y°Ê¥X¡C ¨k©Êªº­x¹Î´M§ä¾÷¾¹¥L­Ì¦Û¤v¡A¤£¹L Mala's ªº¤k¤HŧÀ»¤F°ª- ¦w¥þ°Ï°ì,´M§äÂŹϡC ³Ç¥Í¥H±M·~¤H¤hªº²´·ú¬Ý, ³Q³o¤@­Ó¾÷·|±K¿Ñ¥ØÀ»¤@
Spectran attack from the inside. {If this is pulling their punches, I'd hate to see a serious attack,} he thought ruefully. / Spectran ±q¤º³¡§ðÀ»¡C {¦pªG³o¥¿¦b©Ô¥L­Ìªº¥´¬}¾¹,§Ú±N·|¼¨«ë¨£¨ì¤@­ÓÄY­«ªº§ðÀ»,}¥L´d¶Ë¦a·Q¡C
"Sire! An unknown ship approaches!" / "¨Ï¥Í! ¤@¿´¥¼ª¾ªº²î±µªñ!"
Jason watched the monitor, filling with the familiar red and blue ship. He snuck a glance at the disgruntled-looking Zoltar. "It's not unknown to me," the ruler snapped. / ³Ç¥Í¬Ý¤FºÊµø¾¹,¸Ëº¡¼ô±xªº¬õ¦â©MÂŦ⪺²î¡C ¥L snuck ¤@¿h¦b¨º¨Ï¤£°ª¿³-¬Ý Zoltar¡C " ¹ï§Ú¥¦¤£¬O¥¼ª¾ ",²ÎªvªÌ«rÂ_¡C
On the Phoenix, the monitors showed a phalange of foot soldiers maneuvering a large piece of machinery into position for the Spectran ship to grapple it up. "Mark, they're trying to load some of the equipment," Tiny called. / ¦b»ñ°Ä«°¤W¡AºÊµø¾¹Åã¥Ü¤F¤@­Ó¬° Spectran ½Õ»º¤@­Ó¤j¾÷¾¹¶i¦ì¸m²î¦V¤W§ì¦í¥¦ªº¨B§L«ü°©¡C "°¨§J,¥L­Ì¥¿¦b¹Á¸Õ¸Ë¸ü¤@¨Ç»ö¾¹", ·¥¤pªº¥s°µ¡C
"After them, Tiny. Don't let them get away with it!" He braced himself against the backs of their chairs. The Phoenix dove at the ship, weaving in and out as the Spectran vehicle took evasive maneuvers. / " ¦b¥L­Ì¤§«á,·¥¤pªº¡C ¥Ñ©ó¥¦¤£­nÅý¥L­Ì°kÂ÷!"¥L¤Ï¹ï¥L­Ìªº´È¤l­I­±¤ä¼µ¤F¥L¦Û¤v¡C ¦b²îªº»ñ°Ä«°ÂF¤l, ´°Ê¦b¦Ó¥B¦b¥~¦p Spectran ¨®½ø±a¤F°kÁתººt²ß¡C
"We should be able to get a clear shot at them in thirty seconds," Tiny reported. / " §Ú­ÌÀ³¸Ó¯à°÷¦b¤T¤Q¬í¤¤¦³¦b¥L­Ìªº²M·¡ª`®g ", ·¥¤pªº³ø§i¡C
"Get under it, then. I'm going to try to snap the cables with my sonic boomerang." / "·í®É¦b¥¦¤§¤U±o¨ì¡C §Ú±N­n¸ÕµÛ¥Î§Úªº­µªi¦^­¸´Î«rÂ_¹qÆl¡C"
"Big ten, Mark." / " ¤jªº¤Q,°¨§J".
"Look!" Keyop cried urgently, "W...ww... women!" / " ¬Ý "! Keyop ºò«æ¦a­ú,"W¡C¡C¡Cww¡C¡C¡C ¤k¤H!"
Mark's eyes snapped up. The women soldiers snaked out of the target building, flowing into a formation around Mala. Mark barked an order and the Phoenix changed course. / °¨§Jªº²´·ú·m¥ý§Ë¨ì¤â¡C ¤k¤H­x¤H¦±§é¦Ó¦æÂ÷¥Ø¼Ð«Ø¿vª«,¦b Mala ªº©P³ò¶i¤J§Î¦¨¤§¤º¬y°Ê¡C °¨§J§p¤@­Ó¦¸§Ç¡A¦Ó¥B»ñ°Ä«°§ïÅܤF½Òµ{¡C
"Sire! The Elsa squadron reports success -- They've found the blueprints!" / "¨Ï¥Í! ®Jº¸²ïÃM§LÀç³ø§i¦¨¥\ -- ¥L­Ì¤w¸gµo²{ÂŹÏ!"
{Fuck! Mark's got the Phoenix right on top of us!} "Sire!" / {©Ê¥æ! ³Q±o¨ì»ñ°Ä«°¦b§Ú­Ìªº³»ºÝ¤WªºÅv§Q°¨§J!}" ¨Ï¥Í "!
Jason interrupted, "The Phoenix is edging closer. Their commander may be up to something." He turned back to his scopes as Zoltar barked orders at the navigators. / ³Ç¥Í¥´Â_," »ñ°Ä«°¥¿¦b¾U§Q¤ñ¸û¾aªñªº¡C ¥L­Ìªº«ü´§©x¥i¯à¯à°÷°µ¬Y¨Æ¡C"·í Zoltar §p¦b¯è®ü®aªº©R¥O®É­Ô¡A¥L§é¦^¨ì¥Lªº»â°ì¡C
A massive impact knocked everybody out of their seats. Zoltar's orders changed to curses. The squid-headed captain looked panicked, / ¤@ºØÃe¤jªº½ÄÀ»Â÷¶}¥L­Ìªº®y¦ìºVÀ»¤F¨C­Ó¤H¡C Zoltar's ªº¦¸§Ç´«¦¨¶A©G¡C ¯Q¸é- ¦L¦³©ïÀYªº²îªø¬Ý®£·W,
"They're on top of us! Quick, evasive maneuvers!" / "¥L­Ì¦b§Ú­Ìªº³»ºÝ¤W! §Ö¤S°kÁתººt²ß!"
Jason shook his head, reading his scopes. "Too late, they've locked on. There's no shaking them off, now." / ³Ç¥Í·nÀY,Ū¥Lªº»â°ì¡C "¤Ó±ß¡A¥L­Ì¤w¸gÂê©w¡C ²{¦b¨«¶}¤£­ã·n°Ê¥L­Ì¡C"
"Moron!" Zoltar punctuated the curse with a blow to the squid's face, "I said to *avoid* the Phoenix! You let them board us!" / " §C¯à "! Zoltar ·íµÛ¯Q¸éªº­±¥Î¥´À»¥[¼ÐÂI²Å¸¹¶A©G," §Ú»¡ *ÁקK*»ñ°Ä«°! §AÅý¥L­Ì·f­¼§Ú­Ì!"
"It's alright, sire. If they want us, they'll have to fight to get to us." He turned to the intercomm and opened a channel, "All units to C-Deck. Intercept and apprehend G-Force!" He turned back to Zoltar, / " ¥¦¬O¦nªº,°¡¤U¡C ¦pªG¥L­Ì·Q­n§Ú­Ì,¥L­Ì±N¥²¶·¹ï§Ü¨ì¹F§Ú­Ì¡C" ¥LÂà¦V intercomm ¦Ó¥B¥´¶}¤F¤@­ÓÀW¹D ",C ªº©Ò¦³³æ¦ì-¥ÒªO¡C ÄdºI¨Ã¥B²z¸Ñ G-¤O¶q!"¥L§é¦^¨ì Zoltar,
"There are nearly five hundred of us, sire, and only three of them." / " ¨º¸Ì´X¥G§Ú­Ì¡A°¡¤Uªº¤­¦Ê , ©M¥u¦³¥L­Ì¤¤ªº¤T­Ó " ¡C
"Oh good, then we'll be evenly matched. FOOL!" / " ®@¦nªº,µM«á§Ú­Ì±N¥­§¡¦a³Q¬Û°t¡C ·M§Ë!"
All eyes turned to the crackling intercomm monitor. Static skewed the image of the green-suited soldier, bleeding badly from beneath his mask. "They're on top of us, sire! It's a slaught--*" The soldier's voice and life were ripped from his throat by a flash of silver and blue. The screen crackled once then turned to static. / ©Ò¦³ªº²´·úÂà¦V¯Ü¥Ö intercomm ºÊµø¾¹¡C ÀR¹q¬n±×¤Fºñ¦â¾A¦Xªº­x¤H¼v¹³, ÄY­«¦a¥X¦å±q¦b¥Lªº°²­±¨ã¤§¤U¡C " ¥L­Ì¦b§Ú­Ìªº³»ºÝ¤W,°¡¤U! ¥¦¬O slaught--*"­x¤HªºÁn­µ©M¥Í¬¡±q¥Lªº«|³ï³Q»È©MÂŦ⪺°{¥ú¼¹¶}¡C ¿Ã¹õµM«áµo¥X°ÔÁn´¿¸gÂà¦VÀR¹q¡C
The squid was dumbfounded. "How can they be slaughtering us? / ¯Q¸é³QÀ~¡C "¥L­Ì¦p¦ó¯à´Ý±þ§Ú­Ì?
We outnumber them!" Zoltar's head thumped against his chair and rolled towards Jason and Baltec, giving them what was unquestionably a Look. / §Ú­Ì¼Æ¥Ø¶W¹L¥L­Ì!"Zoltar's ªºÀY¦V³Ç¥Í©M Baltec ­«À»¥Lªº´È¤l¦Ó¥B±², µ¹¥L­Ì¤°»òµLºÃ¦a¬O¯«±¡¡C
The two security officers looked at each other, then shrugged in unison. / ¬Ý©¼¦¹ªº¤G­Ó¦w¥þ©x­û,µM«á¦b½Õ©M¤¤ÁqªÓ¡C

The sonic boomerang screamed through the air and returned to / ­µªiªº¦^­¸´Î¦y¥s¹LªÅ®ð¦Ó¥B¦^¨ì
Mark's hand. He shook the blood off of it, then sent it on another deadly spree. More soldiers poured onto the deck. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Tiny, waving wildly to catch his attention. "Mark, look! / °¨§Jªº¤â¡C ¥L¨«¶}¥¦·n°Ê¤F¦å,µM«á¦b¥t¥~­P©Rªº©ñÁa¤W°e¥¦¡C §ó¦hªº­x¤H¸Á´é¦Ó¦Ü¥ÒªO¡C ±q¥Lªº²´·ú¨¤¸¨¥L¨£¨ì°_¨Ó·¥¤pªº, ³¥©Ê¦a´§»R¤Þ°_¥Lªºª`·N¡C "°¨§J,¬Ý!
It's her!" / ¬O¦o!"
Mark whirled in time to see a tall blonde woman in a body-tight purple jumpsuit racing towards the lifts. Her female guards, in wicked masks and fur collars, formed a phalange around her, back to back and guns at the ready. "Mala! She must be trying to get those secret plans to her brother. You two hold the fort here, I'm after her!" / °¨§J¤Î®É±ÛÂਣ¦VÁ|°_Áɶ]ªº¨­Åé- ºòºòµµ¦âªº jumpsuit ªº¤@­Ó°ªªº¥Õ¦â¤k¤H¡C ¦oªº¤k©Ê¦u½Ã,¦bÃaªº°²­±¨ã©M¤ò¥Ö¤¤¦ç»â,¦bªþªñ§Î¦¨¤@­Ó«ü°©¦o, ­I¹ï­I¦a©M¦b¹w³Æ¦nªºª¬ºAºj¡C "Mala! ¦o¤@©w­n¹Á¸Õ§â¨º¨Ç¯µ±K­p¹ºµ¹¦oªº¥S§Ì¡C §A¤G§â´¤³ùÂS³o¸Ì,§Ú¦b¦o¤§«á!"
"Big ten, Mark," Tiny called. He sighed in frustration and kicked another guard. "Damn.. He gets all the fun." In the next instant he regretted those thoughts: The women guards opened fire, spraying the corridor with bullets. "Keyop! Down!! MARK!" / " ¤jªº¤Q,°¨§J", ·¥¤pªº¥s°µ¡C ¥L¦b®À§é¤¤¼Û®§¨Ã¥B½ð¤F¥t¤@­Ó¦u½Ã¡C "¶A©G¡C¡C ¥L±o¨ì©Ò¦³ªº¼Ö½ì¡C"¦b¤U­Ó¥ß§Y¤¤¥L¬°¨º¨Ç·Qªk·P¨ì¿ò¾Ñ¤F: ¤k¤H¦u½Ã¶}¤F¤õ,¥Î¤l¼u¼QÅx¨«´Y¡C "Keyop! åP¸¨!! °¨§J!"
"On it!" Mark leaped high, soaring over the bullets' plane, and flung his boomerang. The air filled with the shriek of the boomerang, and the screams and blood of the women. Mala faltered, clutching her head and clawing out the sound. She reached the lift with seconds to spare. Mark pounded the door in frustration. / " ¦b¥¦¤W "! °¨§J°ª«×¦a¸õÅD, ¤W¤Éªº´N¤l¼uªº­¸¾÷, ¦Ó¥B§ë¤F¥Lªº¦^­¸´Î¡C ªÅ®ð¸Ëº¡¦^­¸´Îªº¦y¾UÅTÁn , ©M¦y¥sÁn©M¤k¤Hªº¦å¡C Mala ¤ä§^¦a»¡,§ì¨c¦oªºÀY¦Ó¥B¥Î¤ö§ì¥XÁn­µ¡C ¦o¥Î¬í¹F¦¨Á|°_¼e®¤¡C °¨§J±j¯P¥´À»¤F®À§éªºªù¡C
His communicator chimed with Keyop's urgent voice. / ¥Lªº³q°T¾¹¥H Keyop's ªººò«æÁn­µ»ï¡C

"Damn the G-Forcers! The grappling engine's been destroyed, sire. We've lost the equipment." / "¶A©G G-Forcers! ³Q¯}Ãaªº§ì¦í¤ÞÀº,°¡¤U¡C §Ú­Ì¤w¸g¥¢¥h»ö¾¹¡C"
"We would have lost it anyways," Zoltar told the squid calmly, / " §Ú­Ì·|µL½×¦p¦ó¥¢¥h¥¦ ",Zoltar ¥­ÀR¦a§i¶D¤F¯Q¸é,
"They shot out over half of the cables." Behind him, the sound of a lift door opening was barely audible over the cacaphony on the bridge. / " ¥L­Ì®gÀ»¥X¤W­±¤@¥bªº¹qÆl". ¦b¥L«á­±¡AÁ|°_ªù¥´¶}ªºÁn­µ¦b¾ô¤Wªº cacaphony ¤§¤W´X¥G¬OÅ¥±o¨£ªº¡C
Running feet echoed in the corridor. / ¬y°Êªº¸}¦b¨«´Y¤¤ÀHÁnªþ©M¡C
Another soldier pointed urgently to a blinking red light, / ¥t¤@­Ó­x¤Hºò«æ¦a«ü¦V¤@­Ó¯w²´¬õ¿O,
"Sire! The grappling engine is overloading! The ship will explode!" / "¨Ï¥Í! §ì¦í¤ÞÀº¥¿¦b¹L¸ü! ²î±NÃz¬µ!"
"What?!" Zoltar was over the man's shoulder in an instant, reading the rapid flow of information. "Evacuate this ship! Everybody to the escape vehicles!" / "¤°»ò?!"¦b¨k¤HªºªÓ¤§¤W°¨¤W Zoltar ¬O,Ū¸ê®Æªº¨³³t¬yµ{¡C "²¨´²³o¤@¿´²î! ¨C­Ó¤H¨ì°k¤`¨®½ø!"
Soldiers began to pour out of the bridge, racing for the escape pods, nearly stampeding the blonde woman fighting against the tide. / ­x¤H¶}©l±q¾ô·¸¥X ,¬°°k¤`²ó Áɶ]¡A´X¥G°k«¹ï§Ü¼éªº¥Õ¦â¤k¤H¾Ô°«¡C
Another lift opened. / ¥t¤@­ÓÁ|°_¥´¶}¡C
"G-FORCE!! Sire, G-Force is here! He's.." / "G-¤O¶q!! °¡¤U,G-¤O¶q¦b³o¸Ì! ¥L¬O¡C¡C"
Jason rubbed his knuckles in anticipation. Baltec and the other security officers took their positions around Zoltar. Jason stationed himself near the Leader's right. He looked up as Mala fought her way through onto the bridge. / ³Ç¥ÍÀ¿¤F¹w´Áªº¥L«ü¸`¡C Baltec ©M¨ä¥L¦w¥þ©x­û±a¥L­Ìªº¦ì¸m¦b Zoltar ©P³ò³}¡C ³Ç¥Í¦b»â³SªºÅv§Qªþªñ¦w¸m¥L¦Û¤v¡C ¥L¬Ý¦b·í Mala ¦b¾ô¤§¤W¬ï¶V¥´¥M¦oªº¤èªk¤W­±¡C
...and collapsed under the impact of a sonic boomerang, blood staining her golden hair. Mark snatched the plans out of her limp hand. / ¡C¡C¡C¦Ó¥B¦b­µªiªº¦^­¸´Îªº½ÄÀ»¤§¤U­Ë¶ò,ªg¬V¦oªºª÷ÀY¾vªº¦å¡C °¨§J±q¦oªº¬X³n¤â¹Ü¨ú¤F­p¹º¡C
Zoltar and Jason barely had time to register this. An explosion rocked the ship, throwing everybody off their feet. Zoltar went tumbling right into Mark, knocking him against a bulkhead. / Zoltar ©M³Ç¥Í´X¥G¦³¤F®É¶¡µn°O³o¡C ¤@­ÓÃz¬µ·n°Ê²î,¦b¥L­Ìªº¸}¥~¥á¨C­Ó¤H¡C Zoltar ¥h¶^¸¨Åv§Q¶i°¨§J¤§¤º¡A¥Î¥LºVÀ»¤@­Ó¹j¾À¡C
Mark recovered quickly, throwing off the dizziness. He grabbed / °¨§J§ä¦^±o«Ü§Ö,¦bÀY©ü²´ªá¥~¥á¡C ¥L§ì¨ú
Zoltar's arm and twisted it behind his back, wrenching it painfully. / Zoltar's ªº¤âÁu¦Ó¥BÀ¾¦b¥Lªº­I³¡«á­±ªº¥¦,µh­W¦a²r§á¥¦¡C
"Not this time, Zoltar," he hissed, "You're not getting away this time." / " ¤£¬O³o¦¸,Zoltar",¥Lµo¥X¼NÁn," §A¨S¦³¦b³o¦¸°kÂ÷ " ¡C
"Guess again!" said another voice. / " ¦A¤@¦¸²q´ú "! ¥t¤@ºØÁn­µ»¡¡C
Mark looked up. Stars exploded in his vision and pain exploded in his jaw. He was thrown back, managing to get a hard knee into / °¨§J¬Ý¦b¤W­±¡C ¬P¦b¥LªºÃE¤¤³QÃz¬µªº¥Lµø³¥©Mµh­W¤¤Ãz¬µ¡C ¥L³QÀ»°h , ³]ªk±o¨ì¤@­ÓÃøªº½¥¶i¤J
Zoltar's wounded side before he was forced away, then the soldier in the strange black uniform punched him again. Tiny and Keyop were running up; Mark hissed a curse and started exchanging punches with the black-suited Spectran. / ¦b¥L«eªº Zoltar's ªº¨ü¶ËÃä³Q±j­¢Â÷¶},µM«á©_©Çªº¶Â¦â¨îªAªº­x¤H¦A¤@¦¸¥H®±­«À»¤F¥L¡C ·¥¤pªº©M Keyop ¥¿¦b¶]¦b;¤W­± °¨§Jµo¥X¼NÁn¤F¶A©G¦Ó¥B¶}©l¥Î¶Â¦â¾A¦Xªº Spectran ¥æ´«¥´¬}¾¹¡C
Keyop threw his bolo, entangling Zoltar's legs as the Leader tried to reach his fallen sister. Jason's wince was visible beneath his mask. "I hate to do this to you, kid," he said, and drew his stun gun. / Keyop ¥á¥Lªº¤j¤M,¨Ï¦p³Q¹Á¸ÕÁpµ¸¥Lªº¼Z¸¨©n©fªº»â³S Zoltar's ªº»LªÈÄñ¡C ¦b¥Lªº°²­±¨ã¤§¤U³Ç¥Íªº¬ÈÁY¬O¬Ý±o¨£ªº¡C "§Ú¼¨«ë°µ³oµ¹§A,«¡ÄF",¥L»¡, ¦Ó¥B©Ô , ¥Lªº¨Ï·w­Ëºj¡C
"Keyop!" Tiny shouted. The ray hit the boy between the shoulder blades and he slumped to the floor. "Why you.." His massive fist connected with the Spectran soldier's belly. The soldier landed flat on his ass, but wasn't there for long. He snarled and came off the floor at the bulky pilot. / " Keyop"! ·¥¤pªº©I³Û¡C ¥ú½u¥´À»¦bªÓ¤§¶¡ªº¨k«Äµ¹©M¥L²rµM±¼¸¨¨ì¦aªO¸Ë¤M¤ù¡C " ¬°¤°»ò§A¡C¡C"¥LªºÃe¤j®±ÀY¥H Spectran ­x¤Hªº¸¡³s±µ¡C ­x¤H¦b¥LªºÆj¨­¤W¥­ª½¦aµn³°, ¦ý¬O¤£¦b¨º¸Ì¬°¤[¡C ¥L§q¥s¦Ó¥B²æ¸¨¦bÃe¤jªº­¸¦æ­ûªº¦aªO¡C
"Tiny, no!" Mark spat blood and cleared his mouth, "You're letting Zoltar get away!" / "·¥¤pªº,¤£"! ³Q¦R¤fªj¦å¦Ó¥B²M°£ªº¥L¼L°¨§J," §A¥¿¦bÅý Zoltar °kÂ÷"!
Jason landed a hard kick to Tiny's solar plexus, firing his fist up into Mark's jaw. "And I'm making sure he gets away, you bastard." / ³Ç¥Íµn³°¤F¹ï·¥¤pªº¤Ó¶§ plexus ªºÃø½ð,¶i¤J°¨§JªºÃE¤§¤º¦V¤W¶}¤õ¥Lªº®±ÀY¡C "¦Ó¥B§Ú¥¿¦b½T©w¥L°kÂ÷, §A¨p¥Í¤l".
He kicked Mark's knee out from under him and landed an upper cut. "Had enough?" he panted. / ¥L½ð¥X¥h±q¦b¥L¤§¤U¦Ó¥Bµn³°¤F¤W­±ªº«d´î¡C " ¦³¤F¥R¨¬ "? ¥L³Ý®§¡C
Tiny paused in helping Keyop awake. "Why do I know this guy's voice?" / ·¥¤pªº¦bÀ°§U Keyop ¿ô¤è­±¼È°±¡C " §Ú¬°¤°»òª¾¹D³oºØ³Ã¥ëªºÁn­µ "?
"You Spectran terrorist!" Mark spat, "Raiding our cities isn't enough for you?" / " §A Spectran ®£©Æ¥÷¤l"! ³Q¦R¤fªjªº°¨§J," ¬ðŧ§Ú­Ìªº«°¥«¹ï§A¬O¤£¥R¨¬ªº"?
"Of course not," Jason returned, leering menacingly, "Beating you up, on the other hand..." He launched himself at Mark once again. / " ·íµM¤£,"³Ç¥ÍÂkÁÙ,«Â¯Ù¦a°e¬îªi ",µh¥´§A, ¥t¤@¤è­±¡C¡C¡C"¥L¦A¤@¦¸¦b°¨§Jµo®g¤F¥L¦Û¤v¡C
Tiny strode in and landed a punch that sent the soldier flying... and knocked off his mask. The man shook it off and stood. / ·¥¤pªºÁÚ¤j¨B¨«¦b¦Ó¥Bµn³°¤F¤@­Ó¬£»º­x¤H­¸ªº¥´¬}¾¹¡C¡C¡C ¦Ó¥BÂ÷¶}¥Lªº°²­±¨ãºVÀ»¡C ¨k¤H¨«¶}·n°Ê¤F¥¦¦Ó¥B¯¸µÛ¡C
Keyop gasped. "Jason!" / Keyop ³Ý®ð¡C " ³Ç¥Í "!
Jason grinned his trademark feral grin, tucking one of his feather weapons into his mouth. Baltec and another security man arrived behind him. Tiny, Mark and Keyop stared. / ³Ç¥ÍÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¤F¥Lªº°Ó¼Ð³¥¥ÍªºÅS¾¦¯º,¥´¾îÁ·¥Lªº¦Ð¤òªZ¾¹¤§¤@¶i¥Lªº¼L¤§¤º¡C Baltec ©M¥t¤@­Ó¦w¥þ¨k¤H¨ì¹F¦b¥L«á­±¡C ·¥¤pªº,°¨§J©M Keyop ª`µø¡C
Mark was the first to recover. "TRAITOR!" he screamed and leaped at Jason's throat. / °¨§J¬O«ì´_ªº²Ä¤@¡C " «q°fªÌ "! ¥L¦b³Ç¥Íªº«|³ï¦y¥s¦Ó¥B¸õÅD¡C
"What's the matter, Mark?" Jason neatly flipped Mark over his shoulders, "C'mon, you sunnovabitch. I've waited too long for this." / "«ç»ò¤F,°¨§J"? ³Ç¥Í¾ã¼ä¦a¦b¥LªºªÓ¤§¤W¥Î«üÀY¼u¤F°¨§J,"C'mon, §A sunnovabitch¡C §Ú¤w¸g¤Ó¤[¬°³oµ¥­Ô¡C"
Tiny caught Mark's arms as he rolled. "Mark, wait!" Mark shook him off and threw himself at Jason again, getting a knee in his stomach for his trouble, and reeling back. / ·¥¤pªº®·®»°¨§Jªº¤âÁu·í°µ¥L±²¡C " °¨§J,µ¥­Ô "! °¨§J¨«¶}·n°Ê¤F¥L¦Ó¥B¦A¤@¦¸¦b³Ç¥Í¥á¥L¦Û¤v,¬°¥Lªº³Â·Ð¦b¥Lªº­G¤¤±o¨ì¤@­Ó½¥, ¦Ó¥B±²¦V«á¦a©ó¶b¤W¡C
"What's the matter, Mark? You're getting awfully slow," Jason sneered, "I telegraphed that from a mile away." / "«ç»ò¤F? °¨§J §A¥¿¦b¥i©ÈºC," ³Ç¥Í¼J¯º ", §Ú¥´¹q³ø¨Ó¦Û¤@­ùªº¨º¤§»·¡C"
"They must've brainwashed him or sumthin'," Tiny tried again, / " ¥L­Ì must've ¬~¸£¤F¥L©ÎªÌ sumthin'", ·¥¤pªº¦A¤@¦¸¹Á¸Õ,
"He's not well; you know what the Chief said. He's susceptable." / "¥L¤£¦n; §Aª¾¹D»â³S»¡ªº¡C ¥L¬O susceptable ¡C"
Mark panted and wiped blood and sweat from his face. "Tiny, help me subdue him. You're right." He panted and gasped, "Jason, you're sick. They've done something to you." He looked into Jason's hard eyes, "They've brainwashed you... turned you into one of them. You were a good guy, Jason. Why do this?" / °¨§J±q¥LªºÁy³Ý®§¦Ó¥BÀ¿¤F¦å¦Ó¥B¥X¦½¡C "·¥¤pªº,À°§U§ÚÀ£¨î¥L¡C §A¬O¥¿½Tªº¡C" ¥L³Ý®§¦Ó¥B³Ý®ð ",³Ç¥Í,§A¥Í¯f¤F¡C ¥L­Ì¤w¸g¹ï§A°µ¬Y¨Æ¡C" ¥L½Õ¬d³Ç¥ÍªºÃø²´·ú ",¥L­Ì¤w¸g¬~¸£§A¡C¡C¡C ±N§AÅܦ¨¥L­Ìªº¨ä¤¤¤§¤@¡C §A¬O¦n³Ã¥ë¡A³Ç¥Í¡C ¬°¤°»ò°µ³o?"
Jason laughed hollowly, "A good guy? And just what is your definition of that, Mark? Nagging at me cuz I'm not like you? Harping on Tiny cuz he's fat or Keyop cuz he stutters and he's short? Watching as Anderson had the psych boys strap me on a table for electroshock? / ³Ç¥Í¥W³´¦a¯º,"¤@­Ó¦n³Ã¥ë? ¦Ó¥B¨s³º¨º§Aªº©w¸q¬O¤°»ò,°¨§J? ¦b§Úªº¼G¥o cuz §Ú¤£¹³§A? ¦b·¥¤pªº cuz ¤W¼u«µ½Ýµ^¥L«Ü­D©ÎªÌ Keyop cuz ¥L¤f¦Y¡A¦Ó¥B¥L«Üµu? ¬Ý¦p¦w¼w»¹¹ï©ó¹qÀ»Àøªk¦b¤@±i®à¤l¤WÅý¤ß²zª¬ºA¨k«Ä®¹¸j§Ú?
That's real good, Mark." / ¨º¬O¯u¥¿ªº¦n,°¨§J¡C"
"Jason, they were trying to help you. You're sick. You need help. First they kidnapped Princess; now they've brainwashed you." / "³Ç¥Í,¥L­Ì¥¿¦b¹Á¸ÕÀ°§U§A¡C §A¥Í¯f¤F¡C §A»Ý­nÀ°¦£¡C ­º¥ý¥L­Ì¸j¬[¤F¤½¥D; ²{¦b¥L­Ì¤w¸g¬~¸£§A¡C"
Jason sneered, "I *was* sick: The Spectrans found the problem. / ³Ç¥Í¼J¯º," §Ú *¬O*¯f¤H: Spectrans µo²{°ÝÃD¡C
If I *was* brainwashed, you'd be dead right now. I'd've slit your throat without a second thought." / ¦pªG§Ú *¬O*¬~¸£,§A±N·|¥ß¨è¦º¡C I'd've Áa¤Á¨S¦³¤@­Ó²Ä¤G­Ó·Qªkªº§A«|³ï¡C"
"What's stopping you now? Can't get up the guts? Not strong enough?" Mark sneered, "Maybe you're starting to take after Tiny." / " ¤°»ò¥¿¦b²{¦bªý¤î§A? ¤£¯àÄw³Æ«i®ð? ¤£¬O±jªº¥R¨¬?" °¨§J¼J¯º ", ¤]³\§A¶}©l®³¦b·¥¤pªº¤§«á¡C"
Mark didn't notice Tiny's hurt expression; Jason did. "That does it," his switchblade snicked open, "C'mere, golden boy..." Another explosion rocked the ship. It started to list badly. / °¨§J¨S¦³ª`·N·¥¤pªº¶Ë®`ªí¹F; ³Ç¥Í°µ¡C "¨º°µ¥¦,"¥Lªº switchblade snicked ¥´¶} ",C'mere,ª÷ªº¨k«Ä¡C¡C¡C"¥t¤@­ÓÃz¬µ·n°Ê²î¡C ¥¦¶}©lÄY­«¦a¦C¥X¡C
"Uh, Mark? This ship *is* gonna blow, you know," Tiny said. / "Uh?°¨§J ³o¤@¿´²î *¬O*¥h¥´À»,§Aª¾¹D," ·¥¤pªº»¡¡C
"You think you're tough, Mark. But without me, or Princess, or / "§A»{¬°§A¬O±jµwªº¡A°¨§J¡C ¦ý¬O¨S¦³§Ú, ©Î¤½¥D,©Î
Tiny, or Keyop... you're nothing." Another explosion. Smoke billowed into the bridge and the floor turned sharply to a steep angle. The two security officers were beckoning urgently to Jason but were ignored. / ·¥¤pªº, ©Î Keyop¡C¡C¡C §A¤°»ò¤]¤£¬O¡C"¥t¤@­ÓÃz¬µ¡C ·Ï¶i¤J¾ô©M¦aªO¤§¤º¬¤´é¾U§Q¦aÂà¦V¤@­ÓÀI®mªº¨¤«×¡C ¤G­Ó¦w¥þ©x­û¥¿¦b¹ï³Ç¥Íºò«æ¦a©Û¤â¦ý¬O³Q©¿²¤¡C
"What's it gonna be, Mark? Are we gonna finish this or are you gonna go home and cry to Anderson?" / " ¤°»ò±N·|¬O¥¦¬O,°¨§J? ±N­n§Ú­Ì§¹¦¨³o©ÎªÌ¬O§A¥h¦^®a¦Ó¥B­ú¨ì¦w¼w»¹?"
Mark's feet skidded, trying to stay on the rapidly steepening floor. Flames licked around the bridge. "Go back to your new home, traitor," he hissed. "You hear me?? TRAITOR! You and Princess both!" he screamed, "You're both traitors!" / °¨§Jªº¸}«b¨®, ¹Á¸Õ°±¯d¦b¨º§Ö³t¦a¨Ï¦aªO°~®k¤W¡C ¤õµK¦b¾ôªº©P³ò»Q¡C "¦^¥h§Aªº·s®a,«q°fªÌ",¥Lµo¥X¼NÁn¡C "§AÅ¥¨ì§Ú?? «q°fªÌ! §A©M¤½¥D¨âªÌªº!" ¥L¦y¥s ",§A¨â­Ó¬O«q°fªÌ!"
Jason's parting shot was to fling his knife. He snorted with satisfaction as it hit Mark in the leg, imbedding deeply. He'd be a while recovering from that, he thought. As smoke hid the G-Force team from view, Jason turned and raced with Baltec and the other officer for the last escape pods. / ³Ç¥ÍªºÂ÷§Oª`®g¬O§ë¥Lªº¤M¡C ·í¥¦¥´À»»Lªº°¨§J®É­Ô¡A¥L¥Hº¡¨¬¼QµÛ®ð§ËÅT»ó¤l,²`²`¦a¨Ï´¡¤J¡C ¥L±N·|¬O¤@·í«ì´_¨ºªº®É­Ô,¥L·Q¡C ·í·ÏÂäF G- ¤O¶q¬°¨º³Ì«á°k¤`²ó ©M Baltec ©M¥t¤@­Ó©x­ûÂà¦V¦Ó¥B¤ñÁɪº¨Ó¦Ûµø³¥ªº¤p²Õ , ³Ç¥Í¡C

"Soraidh leibh 's oidhche mhath leibh / " Soraidh leibh's oidhche mhath leibh
Oidhche mhath leibh, beannachd leibh..." The male voices echoed down the dull purple corridors of the medical center. Interns and medics parted, grinning as they passed. "Guidheam slainte ghnath bhi mar ribh; Oidhche mhath leibh, beannachd leibhhhhh." A door opened and Zoltar slowly poked his head out to scowl at them. "What in the Spirit's name are you boys *on*?" / Oidhche mhath leibh ¡A beannachd leibh¡C¡C¡C"¨k©ÊªºÁn­µÀHÁnªþ©M¤U¨ÓÂå¾Çªº¤¤¤ß¿ð¶wµµ¦â¨«´Y¡C ¹ê²ß¥Í©M­`½¶ÄÝ´Óª«¤À¶}, ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º·í¥L­Ì³q¹L¤§®É¡C "Guidheam slainte ghnath bhi ·l·´ ribh; Oidhche mhath leibh ¡A beannachd leibhhhhh¡C" ¤@®°ªù¥´¶}¡A¦Ó¥B Zoltar ºCºC¦a¦b¥~¼·¶}¥LªºÀY¦b¥L­Ì½K¬ÜÀY¡C " ¦bºë¯«¤¤¬O¦W¦rªº¬O§A¨k«Ä *¦b*¤§¤W"?
"Codeine!" Jason sang happily. / " Codeine"! ³Ç¥Í§Ö¼Ö¦a°Û¡C
"The nearest Spectran equivalent," Baltec clarified. "Here he is, sire, a little banged up but no worse for it." / " ³Ìªñªº Spectran ¦Pµ¥ª« ",Baltec ¼á²M¡C " ¥L³o¸Ì, °¡¤U, µy·L­«À»¦b¦ý¬O¤W­±¨S¦³§óÃaªº¨Æ¬°¥¦".
"Hi, sire!" Jason beamed. / " ¶Ù¡A°¡¤U "! ³Ç¥Í¦³¼Ùªº¡C
Baltec shook his head, amused, "He's on a few pain-killers. I wouldn't let him drive, if I were you. Got a hairline fracture in the maxilla; they've already given him a regen treatment and they don't figure he'll need another." "I got called a traitor! And was told I was brainwashed!" / Baltec ·nÀY,´r§Öªº,"¥L¦b¤@¨ÇÂíµh¾¯¤W¡C §Ú±N¤£Åý¥L¾r¾p, ¦pªG§Ú¬O§A¡C ¦³¤F¤@­Ó¾v»ÚÃE°©ªº¯}¸H; ¥L­Ì¤w¸gµ¹¥L¦A¤@¯ë§G§iªvÀø¤F¡A¦Ó¥B¥L­Ì¤£ºtºâ , ¥L±N»Ý­n¥t¥~ªº¡C" "§Úª§¨ú¥s°µ¤@­Ó«q°fªÌ! ¦Ó¥B³Q§i¶D§Ú³Q¬~¸£!"
"You did well," Zoltar acknowledged. / " §A°µ±o¦n ",Zoltar ©Ó»{¡C
"Got unmasked!" / " ±o¨ì²æ¥h°²­±¨ã"!
"I noticed that." He shook his head, "Baltec, my commendations. / " §Úª`·N¨º " ¡C ¥L·nÀY,"Baltec,§ÚªºÆg½à¡C
It seems I was not mistaken in my decision to promote you." / ¥¦¦ü¥G§Ú¨S³Q¦b§Úªº¨M©w¤è­±»~»{«P¶i§A¡C"
Baltec bowed and saluted, "Thank you, sire." He pushed Jason into the room, "Hope the druggie won't be too much trouble for you, sire. These Terries seem to react a little oddly to our medications." / Baltec Ås¸y¦Ó¥B¦æ§,"ÁÂÁ§A,°¡¤U". ¥L±À°Ê³Ç¥Í¶i©Ð¶¡,"§Æ±æ druggie ±N¤£¬O§Aªº¤Ó¦h³Â·Ð¡A°¡¤U¡C ³o¨Ç®õ·ç¦ü¥Gµy·L©_§®¦a¤ÏÀ³¨ì§Ú­ÌªºÃĪ«ªvÀø¡C"
He saluted again into Zoltar's smile, then turned about and left. / ¥L¦A¤@¦¸¶i¤J Zoltar's ªº·L¯º¤§¤º¦æ§, µM«áÂàÃö©ó©M¥ªÃä¡C
Zoltar closed the door. / Zoltar Ãö³¬¤Fªù¡C
"Happy, are we?" / "§Ö¼Öªº, ¬O§Ú­Ì"?
"I kicked Mark's butt!" / " §Ú½ð¤F°¨§Jªº·ÏÀY "!
"Its not drugs you are on, its adrenalin. You did well." / " ¥¦ªº¤£¤UÃÄ , §A¬O¶}ªº,¥¦°ÆµÇ¯À¡C §A°µ±o¦n¡C"
"Did my best," Jason sighed. He dropped out of his happy mode, / "ºÉ¥þ¤O",³Ç¥Í¼Û®§¡C ¥L²æÂ÷¥Lªº§Ö¼Ö¼ÒºA,
"Didn't stop you from getting hurt though. How are you? And.. Mala?" / "¨S¦³ªý¤î§AÁöµM±o¨ì¶Ë®`¡C §A¦n¶Ü? ¦Ó¥B¡C¡C Mala?"
Zoltar shook his head, "I'll hold. Would shake this off, were it not for the Luminous One. Mala..." his voice broke slightly, "She has taken a strike to the foramen magnum. They're waiting for the scan results now, to see if there is a fracture." / Zoltar ·nÀY,"§Ú±N¤ä¼µ¡C ±N·|¨«¶}·n°Ê³o, ¦pªG¤£¬Oµo¥ú¤@¡C Mala¡C¡C¡C" ¥LªºÁn­µ¨Ç·L¦aÂ_±¼ ",¦o¤w¸g±Ä¨ú¹ï¤Õ¤j°s²~ªº½}¤u¡C ¥L­Ì¥¿¦bµ¥­Ô±½´y²{¦b²£¥Í, ¬Ý¬Ý¬O§_¦³¤@­Ó¯}¸H¡C"
Jason's eyes were stricken, "Will she be paralysed?" / ³Ç¥Íªº²´·ú³Q¥´," ¦o±N³Q³Â·ô¶Ü "?
"I don't know," Zoltar whispered. Jason put his hand on the / " §Ú¤£ª¾¹D ",Zoltar ¦Õ»y¡C ³Ç¥Í©ñ¥Lªº¤â¦b¨º¤§¤W
Leader's shoulder. Zoltar covered it with his own. / »â³SªºªÓ¡C Zoltar ²[»\¥¦¥L¦Û¤vªº¡C
"Guess me and Princess will be spending more quality time on / " ²q´ú§Ú¡A¦Ó¥B¤½¥D±Nªá¶O§ó¦hªº«~½è®É¶¡¦b
Spectra," Jason said softly. / ÀWÃÐ,"³Ç¥Í¬X©M¦a»¡¡C
"You will be returned home one day. We cannot hold you here forever." / "§A±N³Qªð¦^®a¤@¤Ñ¡C §Ú­Ì¥Ã»·¦a¤£¯à°÷®»¦í§A³o¸Ì¡C"
Jason looked at the floor, staring at something that wasn't there, "I have a feeling I don't have a home anymore." / ³Ç¥Í¬Ý¦aªO,¨nµÛ¤£¦b¨º¸Ìªº¬Y¨Æ¬Ý," §Ú¦³§Ú¤£¦A¨S¦³¤@­Ó®aªº·Pı " ¡C
There was a soft rustle and he looked up to meet Zoltar's emerald green eyes. "You will always have a home," Zoltar said. / ¦³³nªº¨F¨FÁn¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¬Ý¦b¤W­±¹J¨£ Zoltar's ªº»Aºñ¦â²´·ú¡C " §A±NÁ`¬O¦³¤@­Ó®a ",Zoltar »¡¡C
A team of medics burst in and shooed both men back out of the way. They watched in silence for a while, then turned and left the room. Side by side they walked down a short hallway towards a tchekna machine. Zoltar keyed for a cup and gave Jason a Look when he made a comment about machine urine. / ¤@¶¤­`½¶ÄÝ´Óª«Ãzµõ¦b¦Ó¥B§â¨âªÌªº¨k¤Hµo¥X¼NÁn»°¨«¦^¨ÓÂ÷¤èªk¡C ¥L­Ì¦b¨HÀq¤è­±¬Ý¤@°}¤l,µM«áÂà¦Ó¥BÂ÷¶}¤F©Ð¶¡¡C ¨Ã±Æ¥L­Ì¨«¤U¨Ó¹ï©ó¤@³¡ tchekna ¾÷¾¹ªº¤@­Óµu¨«´Y¡C ·í¥L§@¤FÃö©ó¾÷¾¹¤p«Kªº¤@­Ó·N¨£ªº®É­Ô¡A Zoltar ¹ï©ó¤@­ÓªM¤lÁä¤J¨Ã¥Bµ¹¤©¤F³Ç¥Í¯«±¡¡C
"Mmmm... Princess is gonna get a kick out of this shiner," Jason grinned at his reflection in the tchekna machine. Zoltar smirked. / "Mmmm¡C¡C¡C ¤½¥D±N­n§â½ð»°¥X³o¤@­Ó¥~×H,"³Ç¥Í¦b tchekna ¾÷¾¹ªº¥L¤Ï¬MÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C Zoltar ¼H¼H°µ¯º¡C
"She'll get a bigger kick when she hears what I did to Mark." / " ·í¦oÅ¥¨ì§Ú¹ï°¨§J°µªº®É­Ô¡A¦o±N±o¨ì§ó¤jªº½ð " ¡C
"What did you do to him?" / " §A¹ï¥L°µ¤°»ò "?
"Beat the crap outta him. Its funny... I feel so much better now." Another wry smirk. "Must be adrenalin." / "¥´ÂY¨â­Ó»ë¤l¥X²{ªº¿é¼Æ¥Ø outta ¥L¡C ¥¦ªº¦n¯º¡C¡C¡C §Ú²{¦bı±o¦p¦¹§ó¦n¡C"¥t¥~§á¬nªº¼H¼H¯º¡C " ¤@©w¬O°ÆµÇ¯À " ¡C
"Must be." / " ¤@©w­n¬O " ¡C
Jason straightened up and stretched. He cast a worried look down the hall. "So what happens next? Another visit to the Flaming / ³Ç¥Í§Ëª½¦b¦Ó¥B¤W­±¦ù®i¡C ¥L§âµJ¼{ªº¯«±¡§ë¤U¨ÓªùÆU¡C " ¦p¦¹¤°»òµM«áµo¥Í? ¥t¤@¦¸«ô³X¹ï¿U¿N¤H
Wonder?" / ©_ÂÝ?"
The ghost of a grin twisted Zoltar's lip. "For me, yes," he said tiredly. / ÅS¾¦¯ºªº°­À¾¤F Zoltar's ªº®B¡C "´N§Ú¦Ó¨¥,¬Oªº",¥L¯h²Ö¦a»¡¡C
"Would you like me to accompany you?" / " §A·Q­n§Ú³­¦ñ§A"?
"No. I do not wish you to be in any more danger. I have not forgotten what happened to you the last time, nor do I wish you to endure what Princess had to." / " §Ú¤£Ä@§A¦b¥ô¦óªº¦MÀI¤è­±ªº¸¹½X¡C §Ú¨S¦³§Ñ°O , §Aµo¥Í¤F¤°»ò¨Æ³Ì«á¤@¦¸, ¤]¤£§ÚÄ@§A§Ô­@¤½¥D¦³ªº¶Ü¨ì¡C"
"Thought I was supposed to be your guard," Jason grinned. / " ·Q§ÚÀ³¸Ó·í§Aªº¦u½Ã",³Ç¥ÍÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C
"Not even you can protect me from the Luminous One." / " ¤£¬Æ¦Ü§A¯à«OÅ@§Ú§K©óµo¥ú¤@ " ¡C
"Couldn't hurt. B'sides," Jason turned pensive, "G-Force thinks / "µLªk¶Ë®`¡C B'sides," ³Ç¥ÍÅܨH«äªº ",G-¤O¶q·Q
I've defected, that Princess and I are traitors." "I am sorry." / §Ú¤w¸g­I«q,¨º¤@¦ì¤½¥D©M§Ú¬O«q°fªÌ¡C" " ¹ï¤£°_ " ¡C
Jason shrugged. "It was bound to happen sometime. Besides, I'm surprised it took them that long. They should still know what my voice sounds like. Wonder if I should send Mark another Clue game." They grinned briefly. "So you would rather I stayed with Mala." / ³Ç¥ÍÁqªÓ¡C " ¥¦±o¬Y¤@­Ó®É¶¡µo¥Í¡C ¦¹¥~¡A§Ú·P¨ìÅå³Y¤[±a¤F¥L­Ì¨º¡C ¥L­ÌÀ³¸Ó¤´µMª¾¹D§ÚªºÁn­µÅ¥°_¨Ó¹³¤°»ò¡C ÃhºÃ¬O§_¸U¤@§Ú§â¥t¤@³õ½u¯Á¤ñÁɬ£»ºµ¹°¨§J¡C"¥L­Ì²µu¦aÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C " ¦]¦¹§A¹çÄ@§Ú¥H Mala °±¯d".
"Yes I would," Zoltar replied, "Princess will be very worried about you, as well." Jason nodded. "I will return for you, or else send Adraig or Tonala to take you back to Taigh nan Ron." / " ¬Oªº§Ú±N·|,"Zoltar µªÂÐ,"¤½¥D±N«D±`¬°§A¾á¼~,®£©È³Ì¦n". ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY¡C " §Ú±N¬°§AÂkÁÙ, ©Î§Oªº°e Adraig ©ÎªÌ Tonala §â§A±a¦^ Taigh nan Ron" ¡C
Jason nodded again, "I can call Princess from here. B'sides, then I can bug the doctors more about this gene therapy." Zoltar smiled briefly. "And if Bic-Boy --" he grinned as Zoltar snorked his tchekna, "- decides to detain you for a while, I'll mooch a ride back to your place off Adraig or Tonala, myself." / ³Ç¥Í¦A¤@¦¸ÂIÀY," §Ú¯à¥´¹q¸Üµ¹¤½¥D±q¦b³o¸Ì¡C B'sides,µM«á§Ú¯à·ÐÂZÃö©ó³o¤@ºØ°ò¦]ªvÀøªºÂå¥Í§ó¦h¡C"Zoltar ²µu¦a·L¯º¡C " ¦Ó¥B¦pªG Bic- ¨k«Ä --"¥LÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¦p Zoltar snorked ¥Lªº tchekna",- ¨M©w¦©¯d§A¤@°}¤l,§Ú±N¦b Adraig ©Î Tonala ¥~·K´aªð¦^§Aªº¦a¤è¤@¦¸­¼§¤,§Ú¦Û¤v¡C"

"YOUR REPORT, ZOLTAR." / "§Aªº³ø§i,ZOLTAR".
Beneath his mask, Zoltar bit his lip hard -- Jason's "Bic-Boy" epithet echoed in his head and he had to fight to keep from laughing. / ¦b¥Lªº°²­±¨ã¤§¤U¡A Zoltar §V¤O¦a«r¤F¥Lªº®B -- ³Ç¥Íªº "Bic-¨k«Ä"´ý¦W¦b¥LªºÀY¤¤ÀHÁnªþ©M¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¥²¶·¹ï§ÜÁקK¯º¡C
Instead he bowed elegantly, keeping his eyes on the floor as he straightened up. "G-Force thinks they have defeated us, O Luminous / ¬Û¤Ïªº¥LÀu¶®¦aÅs¸y, ·í°µ¥L«O¦s¦b¦aªO¤Wªº¥L²´·ú§Ëª½¦b¤W­±¡C "G- ¤O¶q»{¬°¥L­Ì¤w¸gÀ»±Ñ§Ú­Ì¡A O µo¥úªº
One," he stated. / ¤@,"¥L³¯­z¡C
The vulpine eyes narrowed suspiciously, "THAT IS A LOFTY CLAIM, / ª°¯Wªº²´·ú¥iºÃ¦aÁY¤p,"¨º¬O¤@­Ó°ªªº­n¨D,
ZOLTAR. DO YOU HAVE PROOF OF THIS?" "I have, O Majestic Spirit." In his mind's ear, he could hear / ZOLTAR¡C §A³o¦³ÃÒ©ú¶Ü?" "§Ú¦³, O §»°¶ªººë¯«". ¦b¥Lªº¤ß¦Õ¦·¤¤¡A¥L¥i¥HÅ¥¨ì
Jason's 'Flaming Wonder.' He swallowed and held up several flic-disks. "Behold -- Copies of the plans and data of Earth's geothermal experiments." / ³Ç¥Í '¿U¿Nªº©_ÂÝ¡C'¥L§]¦Ó¥B¤ä¼µ¤@¨Ç flic-ºÏºÐ¤ù¡C " ¬Ý¨ì -- ¦a²y¦a¼ö¹êÅ窺­p¹º°Æ¥»©M¸ê®Æ¡C"
"SPLENDID! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE CAPTURED EQUIPMENT AS / "¥ú«Gªº! §AÀ³¸Ó¤w¸g®·Àò»ö¾¹·í°µ
WELL; WHERE IS THAT?" / ´é¥X; ¨º¦b­þ¸Ì?"
Zoltar bowed again, "The equipment we were unable to acquire. / ¦b¦A¤@¦¸³QÅs¸yªº Zoltar," »ö¾¹§Ú­Ì¤£¯à°÷Àò±o¡C
However, the plans include enough information about it that we shall be able to manufacture our own." / µM¦Ó¡A­p¹º¥]¬AÃö©ó¥¦ªº¥R¨¬¸ê°T§Ú­Ì±N¯à°÷»s³y§Ú­Ì¦Û¤vªº¡C"
"AND WHY WERE YOU UNABLE TO ACQUIRE THE EQUIPMENT? DO YOU NOT / " ¦Ó¥B§A¬°¤°»ò¤£¯àÀò±o»ö¾¹? °µ§A¤£
REALIZE THE TIME WE MUST WASTE IN ORDER TO GATHER THE MATERIALS TO BUILD / ·í§Ú­Ì¤@©w­n¬°¤F­n¦¬¶°§÷®Æ«Ø¥ß , ®ö¶Oªº®É­Ô¡A¤F¸Ñ
THEM FROM SCRATCH? THIS IS A WASTE OF OUR PRECIOUS RESOURCES, ZOLTAR." / ¥L­Ì±qÀY? ³o¬O§Ú­ÌªºÄ_¶Q¸ê·½¡A ZOLTAR ªº¤@­Ó¼oª«¡C"
"Not so, O Bountiful Spirit" 'O Undousable One,' chimed Zoltar's mental Jason. This time he was unable to repress a smile, but could cover it, "The raw materials for the alloy are plentiful, even for / " ¤£¬O¦p¦¹, O ºB´nªººë¯«"'O Undousable ¤@ ,' »ï¤F Zoltar's ªº¤ß´¼³Ç¥Í¡C ³o¦¸¥L¤£¯à°÷§í¨î¤@­Ó·L¯º, ¦ý¬O¥i¥H²[»\¥¦," ¦Xª÷ªº­ì®Æ¬O³\¦hªº, ¬Æ¦Ü¬°
Spectra. We have mines in the asteroid belts. The energy we reap from this project will be well worth the time invested in it." / ÀWÃСC §Ú­Ì¦³¦b¬Pª¬ªº±a¤l¤¤«õ±¸¡C ¯à·½§Ú­Ì±q³o¤@­Ó­pµe¦¬Àò±N«Ü¦n­È±o³Q§ë¸ê¦b¥¦ªº®É¶¡¡C"
"EVEN SO, THAT IS TIME WE CANNOT SQUANDER. YOU SHOULD HAVE / "¬Æ¦Ü¦p¦¹¡A¨º¬O§Ú­ÌµLªk®ö¶Oªº®É¶¡¡C §AÀ³¸Ó¦³
TRIED HARDER TO RETRIEVE THAT EQUIPMENT. G-FORCE IS ONLY THREE MEMBERS / §ó§V¤O¦a¹Á¸Õ¨ú¦^¨º¤@­Ó»ö¾¹¡C G-¤O¶q¬O¥u¦³¤T­Ó¦¨­û
NOW; THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN MUCH EASIER TO ELIMINATE." / ²{¦b; ¥L­ÌÀ³¸Ó¤w¸g¬O«D±`®e©öªº°£¥h¡C"
"They were, O Luminous One. My navigator, fool that he is, allowed them to approach our vessel, against my explicit orders. He has been punished most severely for his mistake." / "¥L­Ì¬O, O µo¥úªº¤@¡C §Úªº¯è®ü®a, ·M§Ë¡A¥L¬O,Åý¥L­Ì±µªñ§Ú­Ìªº²î,¤Ï¹ï§Úªº©ú¥Õ¦¸§Ç¡C ¥L¤w¸g³Q¬°¥Lªº¿ù»~³ÌÄY­«¦a³B»@¡C"
"AND WHAT OF YOUR 'BODYGUARD'? WAS HE NOT ABLE TO TAKE THEM OUT / " ¦Ó¥B¤°»ò§Aªº '«OÅß'? ¥L¤£Áo©úªº±a¥L­Ì¥X¥h
HIMSELF? WHERE WAS HIS G-FORCE TRAINING?" / ¥L¦Û¤v? ¥Lªº G ¦b­þ¸Ì-¤O¶q±Ð¨|?"
"Ah, it was due to him that we have these plans, O Mighty / "°Ú,¥¦¬O¥Ñ©ó¥L§Ú­Ì«Ü¦³³o¨Ç­p¹º¡A O
Spirit," Zoltar tapped the disks smugly, "He held off G-Force long enough for Mala to complete her task: Copy the information and allow / »¤©ä," Zoltar ¦Û¥H¬°¬O¦a»´¥´¤FºÏºÐ¤ù ",¥L¾×¦í G- ¤O¶qªøªº¥R¨¬¬° Mala §¹¦¨¦oªº¤u§@: ½Æ¦L¸ê®Æ¦Ó¥B¤¹³\
G-Force to take them back, thinking they had foiled us! G-Force is demoralized, now they realize how superior our way of life is. We have claimed the loyalty of the Dove and now the Hawk; both serve us with willing minds and joyful hearts. Soon we shall crush G-Force, for they will have no more will to resist us! / G- ¤O¶q§â¥L­Ì®³¦^¨Ó,¥L­Ì¤w¸gªý¤î§Ú­Ìªº«ä¦Ò! G-¤O¶q³Q¨Ï¹D¼wÀZ¼o,²{¦b¥L­Ì¤F¸ÑÀu¶Vªº§Ú­Ì¤è¦¡¥Í¬¡¬O¦p¦ó¡C §Ú­Ì¤w¸g­n¨DÂF¤lªº©¾¸Û©M²{¦bÆN; ¨âªÌ³£¥H¼Ö·Nªº¤ß©MÅw³ßªº¤ß¨Ñµ¹§Ú­Ì¡C «Ü§Ö§Ú­Ì±N¯»¸H G-¤O¶q,¦]¬°¥L­Ì±N¨S¦³§ó¦h·N§Ó©è§Ü§Ú­Ì!
"I have received word: Our physicians have located a donor and even now they effect a cure for the Hawk. He will be most grateful to / "§Ú¤w¸g¦¬¨ì¦r: §Ú­ÌªºÂå®v¤w¸g³]¸m¤@¦ì®½ÃؤH¡A¦Ó¥B¬Æ¦Ü²{¦b¥L­Ì¬°ÆN²£¥ÍªvÀø¡C ¥L±N¬O·PÁªº¤j³¡¤À
Spectra. The Hawk has suffered terrible abuses under the care of his homeworld - they even admitted it in front of witnesses! He is most eager to serve the world that has offered him a cure, most grateful for our generosity and kindness. Our enemies are his enemies; he shall desire vengeance." / ÀWÃСC ÆN¤w¸g¦b¥Lªº homeworld ªº·Ó®Æ¤§¤U¾D¨ü¥i©Èªº­h«Ý -¥L­Ì¬Æ¦Ü¦b¥ØÀ»ªÌ¤§«e©Ó»{¥¦! ¥L¬O³Ì¼ö¤ßªA¨Í¤w¸g´£¨Ñ¥LªvÀøªº¥@¬É¡A¤j³¡¤À·PÁªº¬°§Ú­ÌªººB´n©M¤¯·O¡C §Ú­Ìªº¼Ä¤H¬O¥Lªº¼Ä¤H; ¥L±N»Ý­n´_¤³¡C"
"SPLENDID! SPLENDID! THIS IS EXCELLENT NEWS, INDEED. PERHAPS / "¥ú«Gªº! ¥ú«Gªº! ³o¬OÀu¨}ªº·s»D,ªº½T¡C ¤]³\
YOU HAVE DONE SOMETHING RIGHT AFTER ALL. I SHALL STUDY THESE PLANS / §A¤w¸g¥¿½T¦a²¦³º°µ¬Y¨Æ¡C §Ú±N¾Ç²ß³o¨Ç­p¹º
NOW. YOU ARE DISMISSED." / ²{¦b¡C §A³Q¸Ñ´²¡C"
"Thank you, O Luminous One." Zoltar bowed once more, then turned about and left the great chamber of light, unhurt for a change. / "ÁÂÁ§A,O µo¥ú¤@". ¦A¤@¦¸³QÅs¸yªº Zoltar, µM«áÂàÃö©ó¦Ó¥B¯d¤U¥úªº´Î·|ij«Ç, ²@¾vµL¶Ë¦a¹ï©ó¤@­Ó§ïÅÜ¡C

"So how did it go?" Princess asked. Her image on the monitor screen flickered briefly before reforming: There was a storm over Taigh nan Ron. / " ¦p¦¹¥¦¦p¦ó¥h "? ¤½¥D°Ý¡C ¦bºÊµø¾¹¿Ã¹õ¤Wªº¦o¼v¹³Â²µu¦a¦b§ï­²¤§«e°{°Ê: ¦³¦b Taigh nan Ron ¤Wªº¤@°}¼É­·«B¡C
"Oh fine," Jason smiled, "Got the plans, punched Mark a few times, got unmasked, got called a traitor - you got called a traitor too, by the way - stabbed Mark in the leg, came back, and now I'm at the hospital keeping an eye on Mala. How was your day?" he finished brightly. / " ®@»@´Ú,"³Ç¥Í·L¯º ",±o¨ì¤F­p¹º, ¥H®±­«À»¤F°¨§J¼Æ®É¥N,±o¨ì²æ¥h°²­±¨ã, ±o¨ì¥s°µ¤@­Ó«q°fªÌ -§A¤]±o¨ì¥s°µ¤@­Ó«q°fªÌ¡AÂǵۻLªº¤è¦¡¨ëªº°¨§J¡A¦^¨Ó,©M²{¦b§Ú¦bª`·N Mala ªºÂå°|¡C §Aªº¤é¤l¦n¶Ü?"¥L©ú«G¦a§¹¦¨¡C
Princess sighed unhappily, "I don't think Mark would ever understand.. would he." / ¤½¥D¤£©¯¦a¼Û®§,"§Ú¤£»{¬°°¨§J´¿¸g±N·|¤F¸Ñ¡C¡C ±N·|¥L¡C"
"Probably not. I bet Anderson will understand it less." / "¥i¯à¤£¡C §Ú¥´½ä¦w¼w»¹±N§ó¤Ö¤F¸Ñ¥¦¡C"
"It must have been a terrible shock to Tiny and Keyop, if you got unmasked." / " ¥¦¤@©w­n¤w¸g¬O¤@­Ó¥i©ÈªºÅåÀ~¨ì·¥¤pªº©M Keyop, ¦pªG§A±o¨ì²æ¥h°²­±¨ã".
"Tiny was the one who unmasked me." / " ·¥¤pªº¬O¨º¤@­Ó½Ö²æ¥h°²­±¨ã¤F§Ú".
"Oh no!" / " ®@¤£"!
"Yeah. He was a little bummed," Jason said mildly, "Mark thought I was brainwashed." / "¬Oªº¡C ¥Lµy·L³Q¹L´å¥Á¥Í¬¡," ³Ç¥Í¬X©M¦a»¡ ",°¨§J»{¬°§Ú³Q¬~¸£¡C"
"He would think that. He always bought the idea that you were crazy. I think he liked it." / "¥L±N·|·Q¨º¡C ¥LÁ`¬O¶R¤F§A¬Oµo¨gªº·Qªk¡C §Ú»{¬°¥L³ßÅw¥¦¡C"
Jason scratched his head, "Yeah, well... I was always a believer of that, myself, until a few days ago." / ³Ç¥ÍÀ¿¤F¥LªºÀY,"¬Oªº,¦n¡C¡C¡C §ÚÁ`¬O¨ºªº¤@¬Û«Hªº¤H,§Ú¦Û¤v, ª½¨ì¤Ñ¥H«e¡C"
"How are you doing? Have you noticed any effects from the medications yet?" / "§A¦n¶Ü¡H §Aª`·N¨Ó¦ÛÃĪ«ªvÀøªº¥ô¦ó®ÄªG¤F¶Ü?"
Jason nodded, "Yeah, I think its working. I've been sleeping better, don't feel quite so depressed. I think I'll feel better once this gene therapy takes place, but I'm starting to feel good now." / ³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY,"¬Oªº,§Ú·Q¥¦ªº¤u§@¡C §Ú§ó¤w¸gºÎı,¤£Ä±±o¬Û·í¦p¦¹ªq³à¡C §Ú»{¬°¡A¤@¥¹³o¤@ºØ°ò¦]ªvÀøµo¥Í§Ú±Nı±oµÎªA¦h¤F,¦ý¬O§Ú²{¦b¶}©lı±oµÎªA¡C"
Princess nodded, "I think there might be a difference, but I'm not certain if its the drugs or because you beat up Mark." They laughed, static crackling through the signal. "I hope it works." / ¤½¥DÂIÀY," §Ú»{¬°¥i¯à¦³¤@ºØ¤£¦P, ¦ý¬O§Ú¤£¬O½T©wªº¦pªG¥¦ªºÃĩΪ̦]¬°§A¦b°¨§J¤W­±¥´". ¥L­Ì¯º,³z¹L«H¸¹ªºÀRºA¯Ü¥Ö¡C " §Ú§Æ±æ¥¦¤u§@ " ¡C
"So do I. They've located a compatable donor. They couldn't find one among the land-bound humans; that's what took the time." / "§Ú¤]¬O¡C ¥L­Ì¤w¸g³]¸m¤@¦ì compatable ®½ÃؤH¡C ¥L­ÌµLªkµo²{¦b¤g¦a- ½d³òªº¤HÃþ¤§¤¤ªº¤@; ¨º¬Oªá®É¶¡ªºªF¦è¡C"
"They couldn't?" Princess frowned; Jason was grinning widely. / " ¥L­ÌµLªk"? ¤½¥D½K¬ÜÀY; ³Ç¥Í¥¿¦b¼sªx¦aÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C
"Who'd they find?" / " Who'd ¥L­Ìµo²{"?
"Ready for this?" She nodded. "A ron. I'm gonna be part selkie!" Jason chortled. "They're cloning the cells now. The serum will be ready in a little while. Then its back for another injection." "I hope it works," Princess said again, then changed the topic, / " ¬°³o¹w³Æ "? ¦oÂIÀY¡C "ron¡C §Ú±N­n¬O³¡¥÷ selkie!"³Ç¥Í«£«£¯º¡C "¥L­Ì²{¦b¬O½Æ»s²Ó­M¡C ¦å²M¦b¤p¤pªº¤@·|¨à¤¤±N·Ç³Æ¦n¡C µM«á¹ï©ó¥t¤@­Óª`®gªº¥¦­I³¡¡C" " §Ú§Æ±æ¡A¥¦¤u§@ ",¤½¥D¦A¤@¦¸»¡,µM«á§ïÅܤF¥DÃD,
"What happened to Mala? How is she?" / "Mala µo¥Í¤F¤°»ò¨Æ? ¦o¦n¶Ü?"
Jason turned to look at the sleeping form behind him. "She'll be alright. Mark beaned her with his boomerang. There's no fracturing, but because of where she got hit, they're going to keep her overnight for observation. She's not too happy about it, but since she upchucked her dinner, she's resigned." / ³Ç¥Í·Ç³Æ¦b¥L«á­±¼f¬dºÎµÛªº§Î¦¡¡C "¦o±N¬O¦nªº¡C °¨§J¥Î¥Lªº¦^­¸´Î¨§¤l¦o¡C ¤£­ã¯}¸H, ¦ý¬O¦]¬°¦o±o¨ì¤F¸I¼²­þ¸Ì, ¥L­Ì±N­n«O¦s¦oªº¹ï©óÆ[¹î¬O©]¶¡ªº¡C ¦o¤£¦³¤Ó§Ö¼ÖªºÃö©ó¥¦¡A¦ý¬O¦]¬°¦o¹Ã¦R¤F¦oªº±ßÀ\,¦o³QÃ㾡C"
Princess giggled then sighed, "Him and his boomerang..." / ¤½¥DµM«á¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¼Û®§,"¥L©M¥Lªº¦^­¸´Î¡C¡C¡C"
Jason chuckled. "One of these days, I'm gonna shove it up his ass!" he grinned. / ³Ç¥Í¦Y¦Yªº¯º¡C "³o¨Ç¼Æ¤Ñ¤§¤@,§Ú±N­n±ÀÀ½ , ¥¦´£°ª¥LªºÆj"! ¥LÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C
"How is Zoltar?" / " Zoltar ¦n¶Ü "?
"Tired but okay. He's off talking to the Almighty Butane." He grinned as Princess laughed. "He took a few shots from Mark but I got him the hell away. He's alright." / " ¯h²Öªº¦ý¬O¦n¡C ¥L¬OÂ÷¶}©M¸U¯àªº¤BÖJ»¡¸Ü¡C"·í¤½¥D¯ºªº®É­Ô¡A¥LÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C "¥L±a¤F¨Ó¦Û°¨§Jªº¤@¨Çª`®g¡A¦ý¬O§Úµ¹¥L¦aº»Â÷¶}¡C ¥L¬O¦nªº¡C"
"Good. Thank you, Jason." / "¦nªº¡C ÁÂÁ§A,³Ç¥Í¡C"
"Awww shucks, lil' lady," he drawled, "Tweren't nuthin." She giggled. "As soon as Zoltar arrives, we'll be home. I'd like to stay with Mala, but you know the Chicken Kebab of Glory would have something to say about that." He looked up at the sound of guards snapping to attention outside the room. "Aha! The sound of guards snapping to attention outside the room! Sounds like the main man is here; I'll talk to you in a bit, okay?" He waved and cut the connection as Zoltar entered the room. / " Awww ªí¥Ü¤£º¡©Îºp·N®É©Òµoªº¦r²´,lil'²Q¤k,"¥LÃi¬v¬v¦a»¡," Twere ¤£ nuthin". ¦o¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C "¤@¥¹ Zoltar ¨ì¹F¡A§Ú­Ì±N¦^®a¡C §Ú·Q­n¥H Mala °±¯d¡A¦ý¬O§Aª¾¹D¥úºaªº¤pÂû¯N¦×¦ê±N·|¦³¬Y¨ÆÃö©ó¨º»¡¡C" ¥L¬Ý¦b¦b©Ð¶¡ªº¥~­±¹ïª`·N«rÂ_ªº¦u½ÃÁn­µ¤W­±¡C "°Ú«¢! ¦u½ÃªºÁn­µ¦b©Ð¶¡ªº¥~­±¹ïª`·N«rÂ_! Å¥°_¨Ó¹³¥D­nªº¨k¤H¤@¼Ë¦b³o¸Ì; §Ú±N¦b¤@ÂIÂI©M§A»¡¸Ü,¦n?"·í Zoltar ¶i¤J¤F©Ð¶¡ªº®É­Ô¡A¥L´§»R¦Ó¥B´î¤Ö¤F³s±µ¡C
Zoltar checked his sister and read over her chart, then looked critically at Jason's face. "Hmm, worse than I feared, that bruise. / Àˬd¦b¦oªº¹Ï¸Ñ¤Wªº¥L©n©f©M¾\Ūªº Zoltar,µM«á§åµû©Ê¦a¦b³Ç¥ÍªºÁy¬Ý¡C "Hmm, §óÃaªº¨Æ¶W¹L§Ú®`©È,¨º·ï¶Ë¡C
Its colouring quite a lot." / ¬Û·í«Ü¦hªº¥¦¦â±m¡C"
"My shiner? Yeah, Princess flipped when she saw it. Mark did hit me pretty hard." / "§Úªº¥~×H? ¬Oªº,·í¦o¨£¨ì¥¦ªº®É­Ô¡A¤½¥D¥Î«üÀY¼u¡C °¨§J¬Û·í§V¤O½T¹ê¥´À»§Ú¡C"
"You had it checked, however." / "§AÀˬd¥¦,µM¦Ó".
"Hairline fracture, very small. Already had a regen." / "¾v»Ú¯}¸H,«D±`¤pªº¡C ¤w¸g¦³¤F¤@­Ó¦A¤@¯ë§G§i¡C"
"Good. Will you be required to stay here?" / "¦nªº¡C §A±N­n¦b³o¸Ì°±¯d¶Ü?"
Jason gazed wistfully at Mala and stroked her fingers gently. / ³Ç¥Í´÷±æ¦a¦b Mala ª`µø¦Ó¥B³vº¥¦a¦E§À¼Õ¤F¦oªº¤â«ü¡C
"I wish, but no. They say as long as I don't get too active and I sleep with a special cushion, it shouldn't be necessary. They want me back in three days' time, though." / "§ÚÄ@, ¦ý¬O¸¹½X¥L­Ì»¡¡A¥u­n§Ú¤£¤Ó¿n·¥¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¥H¤@­Ó¯S§Oªº¹Ô¤lºÎı, ¥¦¤£À³¸Ó¬O¥²»Ýªº¡C ¥L­Ì¦^¨ì¤T¤Ñ·Q­n§Ú®É¶¡,ÁöµM¡C"
Zoltar nodded, "Then I suppose we should return, before the storm grows unnavigable." He gazed sadly at his sleeping sister, then pressed a kiss to her forehead. Jason kissed her lips softly, grabbed his cloak, and followed the Leader out. / Zoltar ÂIÀY," µM«á§Ú±À·Q§Ú­ÌÀ³¸ÓÂkÁÙ,¦b¼É­·«BÅܵLªk¯è¦æ¤§«e " ¡C ¥L´d¶Ë¦a¦b¥LªººÎµÛ©n©fª`µø,µM«áÀ£¶i¤@­Ó§k¹ï¦oªº«eÃB¡C ³Ç¥Í¬X©M¦a§k¤F¦oªº®B,§ì¨ú¤F¥Lªº¤æ½´, ¦Ó¥B³e¹ý»â³S¡C

The wailing storm buffetted the craft and made landing difficult. Rain pounded down. Jason pulled on his day mask, pulled his cloak up around his ears and ran after Zoltar into the forest. It was still too cold for lightning, but even the dense foliage offered little protection from the rain. They arrived at Taigh nan Ron wet through and freezing. Princess waved at them from the porch. / ´d¹Ä¼É­·«BÀ»¤F­¸¾÷¦Ó¥B¨Ïµn³°§xÃø¡C «B±j¯P¥´À»¤U¨Ó¡C ³Ç¥Í¦b¥Lªº¤é¤l°²­±¨ã¤W©Ô,¦b¥Lªº¦Õ¦·©P³ò§â¥Lªº¤æ½´©Ô°_¨Ó¨Ã¥B°l»° Zoltar ¶i´ËªL¤§¤º¡C ¥¦¤´µM¹ï°{¹q¬O¤Ó´H§Nªº¡A¦ý¬O¬Æ¦Ü±K¶°ªº¾ð¸­´£¨Ñ¤F¨Ó¦Û«Bªº¤p«OÅ@¡C ¥L­Ì¹F¦¨ Taigh nan Ron Àã®ð¸g¹L©M¦B­áªº¡C ¤½¥D±qªù´Y¦b¥L­Ì´§»R¡C
She opened the door, waving them inside, where it was snug and warm and smelled delicious. They pulled off wet cloaks and masks and huddled gratefully into the thick blankets she offered. / ¦o¥´¶}¤Fªù,´§»R¸Ì­±ªº¥L­Ì,¦b¥¦¬OµÎ¾Aªº©M·Å·xªº¨Ã¥B»D°_¨Ó«Ü¥i¤fªº¦a¤è¡C ¥L­Ì¶¶§Q§¹¦¨Àã®ð¤æ½´©M°²­±¨ã¨Ã¥B·P¿E¦a¶i¤J¦o´£¨Ñªº«p¤ò´à¤§¤º±ÀÀ½¡C
"This is the life," Jason sighed. He and Zoltar were well snugged in blankets, curled on big cushions in front of the fireplace. / " ³o¬O¥Í¬¡ ",³Ç¥Í¼Û®§¡C ¥L©M Zoltar «Ü¦n¦a¦b¤ò´à¤¤³Q¨Ï¾ã¼ä°®²b,¦b¾ÀÄl¤§«e¦b¤jªº¹Ô¤l¤W§Ë±²¡C
Princess gave them huge bowls of rich stew, thick with vegetables, legumes and dumplings -- she hadn't yet managed to screw up the heating of previously-frozen meals. "I gotta quit living in a trailer and go build myself a cabin in the woods." / ¤½¥Dµ¹¤©¤F¥L­Ì´I¦³¿L´öªº·¥¤j¸J, «p¦a¥H½­µæ¡A¨§Ãþ©MÄÑÄ{¥¬¤B -- ¦oÁÙ¨S¦³³]ªk§áºò·x®ð¥ý«e-§N­á¤@À\¡C " §Ú¥²¶·Â÷¶}¤@­Ó°lÂܪ̪º¥Í¬¡¦Ó¥B¥h«Ø¥ß§Ú¦Û¤v´ËªLªº¤@¶¡¤p«Î".
"You have to ice that bruise," Princess scolded. She handed him a cold-pack wrapped in a towel, then snuggled up with Zoltar. / " §A¥²¶·¦B­á¨º·ï¶Ë ",¤½¥D³d½|¡C ¦o¶Ç»¼¤F¥L¤@¦b¤@±ø¤â¤y¤¤¼Å¥Î§NÀ㥬¥]¸Ë, µM«á®Áªñ¦b¥Ñ©ó Zoltar¤W­±¡C
"Awwww you don't like my shiner?" Jason grinned, "Its less than what Mark got. And no fair, my teddy's stuck in the hospital." They laughed and awwww'd, calling him a poor baby. Jason grinned and inhaled another bowl of stew. A cup of ti warmed his hands, nose and heart and he noticed Princess gazing at him speculatively. "What?" / " Awwww §A¤£³ßÅw§Úªº¥~×H"? ³Ç¥ÍÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º ," ¥¦ªº¤Ö©ó°¨§J±o¨ìªº¡C ¦Ó¥B¨S¦³®iÄý·|,§Úªº¦bÂå°|³Q´ÛÄFªº¤k¥Î³s­mŨ¿Ç¡C" ¥L­Ì¯º©M awwww'd,ºÙ¥L¬°³h½aªºÀ¦¨à¡C ³Ç¥ÍÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¦Ó¥B§l¤J¤F¿L´öªº¥t¤@­Ó¸J¡C ¤@ªM ti ·Å·x¤F¥Lªº¤â¡A»ó¤l©M¤ß¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lª`·N¤½¥D¥¿¦b¥L«ä¯Á©Ê¦a¾®µø¡C " ¤°»ò "?
"You seem happy. I don't think I've ever seen you like this," she said, after a moment's pause. / "§A¦ü¥G«Ü§Ö¼Ö¡C §Ú¤£»{¬°¡A§Ú´¿¸g¤w¸g¹³³o¨£¨ì§A,"¦b¤ù¨èªº¤¤¤î¤§«á¦o»¡¡C
Jason sipped the ti, reflecting. "You were right," he said finally. "Mark compared me to Tiny in a way that hurt Tiny more than seeing me in a Spectran uniform did. I used to do it, too. I never really realized it until I was outside of it, looking in. We used to call him soft, like that was wrong, and fat, like his strength didn't matter." He sipped again, "And I could have killed Mark for it. I was too late to stop myself from throwing the knife, but I could change where I was aiming. I realized then that you were right." He shook his head and looked up at Zoltar, "Does Mother Aranya know any good counsellors? Spectran medics helped me more than the docs at home... / ³Ç¥Í°ã¶¼¤F ti,¤Ï¬M¡C " §A¬O¥¿½Tªº ",¥L³Ì«á»¡¡C " °¨§J¤ñ¸û§Ú©M·¥¤pªº¦b¤@­Ó¶Ë®`·¥¤p©ó¦b¤@®M Spectran ¨îªA¤¤¨£¨ì§Úªº¤èªk¤¤°µ¡C §Ú¹L¥h¤@ª½¤]°µ¥¦¡C §Ú±q¤£¯uªº¤F¸Ñ¥¦¡Aª½¨ì§Ú¬O¦b¥¦ªº¥~Ãä,¶¶«K±´³X¡C §Ú­Ì¹L¥h¤@ª½»{¬°¥L³nªº,¿ù»~ªº¦PÃþ , ©M¯×ªÕ,¹³¥Lªº¤O¶q¨S¦³¦³­«¤jÃö«Y¡C" ¥L¦A¤@¦¸°ã¶¼ ", ©M§Ú¥i¯à¬°¥¦±þ°¨§J¡C §Ú¬O¤Ó±ß¦ÓµLªkªý¤î§Ú¦Û¤v¥á¤M, ¦ý¬O§Ú¥i¥H§Ú¥¿¦b¹ï·Ç¥Ø¼Ðªº§ïÅÜ¡C §ÚµM«á¤F¸Ñ§A¬O¥¿½Tªº¡C" ¥L·nÀY¦Ó¥B¬Ý¦b Zoltar¤W­± ",Aranya ¥À¿Ë»{ÃÑ¥ô¦óªº¦nÅU°Ý¶Ü? Spectran ­`½¶ÄÝ´Óª«¦b®aÀ°§U§Ú¶W¹L¤å¥ó¡C¡C¡C
maybe Spectran shrinks'll help me get my head on straight." / ¤]³\ Spectran shrinks'll À°§U§Ú±o¨ì¦bª½½u¤Wªº§ÚÀY¡C"
"She does," Princess nodded, then smiled, "If she doesn't take the job herself. That's one of the reasons I talk to her so much." / "¦o°µ,"¤½¥DÂIÀY,µM«á·L¯º ",¦pªG¦o¤£°µ¤u§@¦o¦Û¤v¡C ¨º¬O§Ú©M¦o»¡¸Ü³o»ò¦hªº²z¥Ñ¤§¤@¡C"
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