tz.cobra strike-第21节
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't do hide or meat any good。〃
〃What was all that with the mojos and those other birds？〃 Joshua asked as Moff started to reply。 〃Do mojos hunt like that even when they don't intend to eat？〃
〃To…？ Oh； I see。〃 Moff reached up to stroke his mojo's throat。 〃Tarbines aren't a food animal。 Mojos seek them for reproduction。 Cerenkov；〃 he said； turning away from Joshua； 〃we will need to cut short our visit to the marketplace if we intend to reach the art gallery during the time it will be cleared for us。 If you wish； we can return here another time。〃
〃All right。〃 Cerenkov sent a long look toward the bololin carcasses as Moff steered them down the avenue to the cross street where their car had been moved。 〃Does this sort of thing happen very often？〃
〃Occasionally。 Perhaps more often in the next few days…there is a major migration underway。 But there's no need for concern。 The probability you will be near the affected streets is small； and even if you are the rooftop alarms always give adequate warning。 e now； we must hurry。〃
Conversation ceased。 As they walked； Joshua nudged York and slowed his pace a bit。 York matched his speed； and as Moff and the others pulled a few paces ahead； Joshua reached up to put his thumb over the microphone on his translator pendant。 〃You've lived on a lot of worlds；〃 he murmured to the other。 〃You ever seen a male and female of the same species that look that different？〃
York shrugged minutely； his hand similarly on his translator。 〃I've seen or heard of some that are even more mismatched than that 。。。 but I've never heard
of a mating that looks that much like an out…and…out attack。 Almost like…well； hell； I'll say it： like a rape。〃
Joshua felt a shiver run up his back。 〃It did； didn't it？ The mojos were hitting them like condorines swooping down on rabbits。〃
〃And the tarbines were trying like crazy to get away。 Something really weird's happening here； Joshua。〃
Ahead； Moff glanced back。 Casually； Joshua dropped his arm back to his side and increased his speed； York doing the same beside him。 They'd have to find some private way to clue Cerenkov in on this and get him to start probing； Joshua knew； already trying to figure out a way to do that。 He hoped the other's silver tongue would be up to the challenge 。。。 because if the mojo's mating behavior was evidence of some significant biological principle here； it could be vital to root such information out。
And it wa；s sure as hell that the support team； stuck inside the Dewdrop； wouldn't be able to do anything in that direction。
〃No；〃 Telek shook her head。 〃Absolutely not。 It's
insane。〃
〃It's not insane；〃 Pyre retorted。 〃It's feasible； practical； and there's no other way to get hard data。〃 He glanced at the displayed map of Sollas and the red mass that was the puter's estimate of the bololin herd's position。 〃And we've got maybe fifteen minutes to take advantage of that herd。〃
〃You'll be outside…alone…in unknown and presumably hostile country；〃 Telek growled； ticking off fingers with quick； almost vicious motions。 〃You'll have limited munication with us and none at all with the locals； should you stumble on any。 And you probably wouldn't have a chance of sneaking back in unnoticed…which means that if you got hurt you'd be forcing me to choose between your life and anything further for the mission。〃
〃And if I don't go you may never find out why male mojos rape their females；〃 Pyre said quietly。 〃Not to mention why the tarbines ride bololins。 Or for that matter； why the bololins are so hard to keep out of cities。〃
Telek looked at Christopher and Nnamdi。 〃Well？〃 she demanded。 〃Say something； you two。 Tell him he's crazy。〃
The two scientists exchanged glances and Christopher shrugged unfortably。 〃Governor； we're here to learn everything we can about this place；〃 he said； his eyes not meeting either Telek's or Pyre's。 〃I agree it's dangerous 。。。 but Almo's right about the bololins probably not getting this close again。〃
〃And he is a Cobra；〃 Nnamdi put in。
〃A Cobra。〃 Telek almost spat the word。 〃And so he's invulnerable to accidents and snake bites？〃 She dropped her eyes to the city display。
For a moment there was silence。 〃We have survival packs already made up；〃 Pyre said quietly。 〃One would suffice for a week； I can take two。 There are laser m setups I could use to keep in touch from the woods without the Qasamans catching on。 I've seen biological field analyzers being used； I'm sure I can set one up for you or even run it a little myself if necessary。 And I could take a couple of small freeze boxes if you wanted a whole tarbine to study later。〃
She shook her head； eyes still on the screen。 〃You're Cobra team leader。 Do what you like。〃
Which was not exactly enthusiastic support； but Pyre would have to take what he could get。 The bololins were barely minutes away。 〃Michael； Dorjay… two survival packs and laser m to the port cargo hatch； stat；〃 he said into the inter。 The two Cobras acknowledged and Pyre left the lounge at a fast jog； heading for his stateroom for a quick change into more suitable clothing。 There was a boxed bio field analyzer down in the cargo hold； he could grab it on his way out。 The hatch itself； facing away from the city； should let him out into the ship's shadow unseen。 At that point he would just have to hope the botolins were indeed running deliberately along magnetic field lines 。。。 and that the runways were as dusty as they looked。
He was in the cargo hold three minutes later。 A minute after that； laden like a pack cart； he was crouching outside； hugging the Dewdrop's hull as he moved toward the bow。 The rumble of the bololins was audible without his enhancers now； and a quick glance under the Dewdrop's nose showed they were indeed on the projected path； one that would take the herd's flank within fifty meters of the ship。 Behind the first few ranks the dust was already beginning to obscure the city beyond； and it was getting thicker。 Taking a deep breath； Pyre gave the edge of the forest a quick scan and got ready to run。
The leading edge of the herd thundered by。 Pyre let the next few ranks pass as well； and then he was off； running bent over to present as low a profile as possible。 Equipment banging against back and thighs with each step； he traced a curved path that ended with him pacing the snuffling herd barely a meter from its flank。
It was instantly obvious the nearest bololins didn't care for his presence。 One or two veered at him as they ran； horns hooking toward his side； but even without his programmed reflexes he was more ma…neuverable than the massive beasts and evaded them without trouble。 More troublesome…and unexpected… were the two…meter…long whiplash tails no one had noticed。 If the first such blow hadn't landed across his backpack it would undoubtedly have left a painful welt or even torn muscle。 As it was； his nano…puter had to take over servo control briefly to restore his balance。
But it was only a few more seconds to the edge of the forest； and as the herd passed the first few trees Pyre parted pany with them； angling off to the side and ing to a stop only when a glance behind showed nothing but greenery。
For a long moment he just stood there； turning slowly around as his auditory and optical enhancers probed as much of the surroundings as possible。 Gradually the sound of the bololins faded into the distance； to be replaced by the chirps； clicks； and whistles of birds； insects； and God alone knew what else。 Small animals moved in trees and undergrowth； and once he thought he heard something much heavier on the prowl。
It was just barely possible that this hadn't been the smartest idea he'd ever had。
But there was nothing for it now but to go ahead and do the job he'd promised Telek he would。 Setting his equipment at the base of a tree； he made sure his auditory enhancers were on full and got to work。
Chapter 11
〃If ever there was a world designed for colonization；〃 Captain Shepherd said with satisfaction； 〃this is definitely it。〃
Gazing around the gray…brown landscape； Jonny had to agree。 Whatever the mechanism that had scoured this region of space down to nucleic acids； it was clear Kubha had suffered more than most。 Nothing but the most primitive life existed here： one…celled plants and animals； and perhaps a few hundred species of only slightly more plex organisms。 A virtual blank slate； ready to accept whatever ecological pattern any future colony chose to set up on it。
Any pattern； that is； that could stand the heat。
A young biologist trudged up the knoll where Jonny and Shepherd were standing； a full rack of sample tubes held carefully to his chest。 〃Captain； Governor；〃 he nodded； blowing a drop of sweat from the tip of his nose。 〃Thought you might be interested in seeing the preliminary patibility test results before I file them。〃
Jonny hid a smile as he and Shepherd stooped to peer into the tubes at the various mixes of native and Aventinian cells。 At Chata； at Fuson； and now at Kubha； the scientists had never ceased their efforts to persuade Shepherd to grant them more time for
sample taking and general study； and getting him interested in the results was just one of the more subtle approaches。 I
