True Avatari teach detachment and self-empowerment in all things. We do not create dependents just as we are not dependent. Our home is the cosmos and together we seek to shape it to the betterment of all life as it reveals itself and its chosen purpose.
Remember this also, that truth as it self-defines with each sacred breath you take of life is characterized by simplicity. Evil, being its opposite, is characterized by complexity. With this information you can readily identify the true nature of the forces who vie for control of your life.
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Chapter 39 – A Daring Escape Plan Revealed – More Troubles
It has been decided that I can remain ‘here’ for a two day recuperation and rest period. After some discussion I opt for one day. I am eager now to return to the women and assess the results of our decision to find a way for Tieka and Hudu, Zel and Huntu and whomever else would dare it, to escape from Hyrete into the deep desert and eventually beyond the land of the black people, into the far south. In speaking to some of the women I found out there may be lands, or islands of sorts not inhabited where escaped slaves may be able to create some kind of life and perhaps begin the task of building a counter-culture to the misogynist powers ruling Malefactus. I take several deep breaths as YBA4 finishes her scans and proceeds to offer me a full-body massage which I cannot refuse.
She expertly and effortlessly rolls me over facing down and begins. I feel I may fall asleep so I ask her my burning question in a voice muffled by the mattress:
“Yoba Four, what lies beyond the Great Desert, to the south, beyond the land of the black people?”
“Interesting question. You’ve never shown much interest in T’Sing Tarleyn geography or topography. May I ask why you wish to know this?”
“Could you just answer my question without another question, please?”
“Certainly. The Great Desert is where nothing at all grows. It is two great sections that practically circumscribe all equatorial regions. Two hundred kilometres below where we are it thins to a narrower centre providing a (relatively speaking) shorter way across. Beyond lie plains of rolling hills of semi-arid country where only plants living on condensation can grow; where finding water is almost impossible as most of it flows hundreds of meters below the surface. Beyond that along a wide strip are the lands of the black people as they are called because their skin, unlike the citified T’Sing Tarleynans, tans dark under the sun. These are tribal peoples with a strict patriarchal structure and as everywhere else on this world, the women are slaves. They are cannibals and of extreme and violent temperament. It is perilous to venture on foot across those lands.
Without raising my head to reply I mumble in the cover sheet, “Yes, I’ve encountered a black challenger in a fight long ago. He wasn’t a pleasant character. I remember he wanted to eat me, not fight me. Considered being pitted against a female fighter to be a great dishonour.”
“That is their way. Beyond that land lies the southern ocean with thousands of kilometres of flat white sandy shores broken up with oases where pressurized water forced from the lower continents strata surfaces before flowing into the sea. Trees resembling palms and dates grow there, as well as the amazing dollam bushes with their sweet water laden, edible leaves which are about a centimetre thick and average twenty centimetres across. Delicious, juicy and available year round, though not as filled in summer.” She brings her lips together in a sucking sound at the memory of them. “Beyond this polar ocean the basic topography repeats. I am told that ocean is rich in mineral deposits and has countless islands scattered all over the central polar area. Oh, and of interest to the nature of your question, the orbit of the satellite asteroidal moon Albaral does not pass over that area.”
“So you’ve guessed why I asked you this question?”
She flips me over again, now facing her. “Oh no, I did not guess. I used mind touch. You were so willing to share your dream with me, I thought it proper to do so. Why won’t you ask my family and doctor Echinoza to help you in this venture, Antierra?”
“Simple Yoba Four. I’ve already jeopardized your mission here and you have saved my life so many times, plus that of Deirdre, how could I impose upon you again, in all conscience? I was even instrumental in causing the torture death of XBA9!”
“I think you have some serious misunderstanding of this situation. First, you don’t know what our ‘mission’ is here, we’ve never really told you the full story. We saved your life because it suited our purposes and we did mention to you that from that moment you were a part of our mission as you call it, our group of subversives if you will. So, really, we are the ones who used you. And we need you yet.
“We took Deirdre because we needed to discover the secret of her nature in hopes that we could clone others like her. She fascinates us.” I do not fail to detect the use of the present tense in speaking of Deirdre. She continues to explain. “As for the death by torture of XBA9, that was his choice, not yours. He would have thanked you for providing the experience, and may yet some day. We don’t die so easily as you know. Why could we not proceed without the “you owe me, I owe you” human type bargaining? Like friends; like people who must work together towards a common goal? Perhaps we should be entertaining this with the avatar, not the slave woman.”
A bit crestfallen, definitely chastened at being found so ‘human’ I reply, “Very well then. No strings attached, I can understand. There is a crime being committed in the compound and the cages at this very moment; a terrible crime. Two women are in love with two men, and they, in turn, love the women. This is possibly the greatest crime men can commit on this world and the consequences if the love affairs are discovered by the wrong people, will mean terrible punishment for all involved, and you may be sure it will not stop at the four principals, but reach deep into the compounds, wherever the Teaching as I call it, has begun its inroads. We are speaking here of the potential death by slow torture of several hundred women, perhaps involving many male trainers and handlers as well.
“I feel it is a foregone conclusion the love affairs will be discovered. The young trainee called Tieka has determined to refuse to fight because it would dishonour her love for the man Hudu. That’s the spark that will set the fuel depot on fire, Yoba Four. To prevent this from happening we need to get these people out of this compound, away from Hyrete, past the dangers you just described and down to the southern sea where they have a chance of surviving. From my viewpoint, never mind the ‘Avatari possible,’ the obstacles are insurmountable. I have no idea how to proceed. All I’ve done so far is speak with the two men and contrived to have their lovers put in the same cage so they can plan something, whatever that be.”
The Cydroid looks sagely at me. “Why don’t we eat now, you need to get your strength back up and I’m finished with the massage. Then we can check on our resources and compare notes on possibilities.”
I don’t know where she got the food prepared. It comes in sealed metal containers, cool to the touch, hot inside yet does not appear to have any insulating properties, just a thin metal wall. The food tastes delicious to me, quite a cut above the sustaining but bland fare of the compound. When I have eaten two full helpings she offers me a half-glass of red wine. Wine! Sadly it’s been such a long time since I’ve tasted anything alcoholic, I do not enjoy the taste but sip on it nevertheless as I listen to her go on about our subject. She realizes the wine is affecting me as would a drug and takes it away, touching my head to remove the slight headache and unease I feel. She hands me a glass of juice, cooled to perfection. I sip and listen.
“As to the love affairs, we’ve been anticipating a re-occurrence of such an event for many years. We considered it inevitable but were beginning to wonder if we’d see it happen. This is a good thing and now we have you in the compound to help us develop an escape with more than a chance of success. We don’t want a repetition of the slaughter that greeted your arrival on this world in 1328. If we involve ourselves in planning an escape we would consider nothing less than a substantial event involving a force capable of establishing a solid and permanent beach-head in the south, preferably on one of the islands. If we had such a place we could establish a base there.
Distance, obstacles and ideally ocean waters, would protect us all from any attack from mainly ground force of the two major powers on this world: Elbre and Estáan. Neither has any significant navy or air force and whether these traditional enemies would even consider a united attack into the deep south is highly unlikely, though possible. The costs would far outweigh the benefits and that alone speaks volumes in Estáan, if less so in Elbre.”
I interrupt. “So if we plan an escape then, you see a massive one, not just the four principals mentioned?”
“Oh yes. We would anticipate a major break-out. If we are to go to the trouble of manufacturing a break-down of the security system and create diversions to confuse security people we want significant results for our effort. Our plan, even before you came on the scene and provided us with new resources, was to bring our entire family here, all fifteen of us, to help in creating the confusion, steal the three to four carriers necessary for the desert crossing, gather the provisions, water, tools and weapons the people will need and get them on their way, each carrier having one of us to operate it.
“Here’s how it plays out. We infiltrate the security people first, and set up trip switches throughout the compound, setting up a com center here to operate gates, doors, lights, sensors, drawbridges – two of them – if needs be should we feel shooting the carriers over the walls too dangerous due to their heavy loads. All these fine points would have to be surreptitiously pre-tested to ascertain we have not forgotten anything – even if unlikely because of how we operate in Cydroid common link. Once our shunts are in place and reliable we would pass word along those chosen for this escape. That’s where you come in as our main access to the female holding cells, Antierra. You know these people better than us and you also have an in to the male trainers, handlers and a few guards because of the money you earned them and the fighting tricks you have given them should they ever need to defend themselves without their guns.
“Part three of the plan is much more chancy. We need a particularly wicked desert wind storm combined with strong electrical discharges and heavy banks of clouds to blind any satellite sensors that may be operating. We think there may be some but we have not found them while passing out of the atmosphere. We do not think this world is under long-range interplanetary watch.”
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