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TEN YEARS EARLIER...
She ran the tricorder for what seemed like the fiftieth time over the sample she'd taken of the Centauri soil. She was confused by the readings, and yet that confusion didn't generate frustration, but rather excitement. She had not known what to expect when she had first arrived on Centauri Prime to conduct her research----only that the rumors that had reached her ears had been most curious. Most curious indeed.
Anyone watching would have found themselves spellbound by her exotic looks. Her face was somewhat triangular in its general structure, and her eyes were deep set and a piercing blue. She had thick black hair which was pinned up with a pin that bore the symbol known as the IDIC.
She had chosen what seemed to her to be a fairly deserted area, far away from the Capital City. Nonetheless, despite her distance, she could still see the royal palace at the edge of the horizon line. It was dusk, and the purple haze of the Centauri sky provided a colorful contrast to the gleaming ambiance of the palace's spires. One thing could be said for the Centauri ruling class, and that was that they had a thorough command of the word "ostentatious."
There was a fairly steady breeze blowing over the surface of her "dig." A small, all-purpose tent, which collapsed neatly into her pack when not in use, was set up nearby, its sides fluttering on the breeze. She didn't intend to stay overly long on Centauri Prime, for she knew that an extended stay would be exceedingly unwise. For that matter, even an abbreviated stay wasn't the single most bright thing she'd ever done.
She couldn't resist, though. The things she'd heard about Centauri Prime were so intriguing that she just had to snake onto the homeworld of the Centauri Republic and see for herself. She had been most crafty in arriving there. Her one-person craft, equipped with state-of-the-art sensory deflectors, had enabled her to slip onto Centauri Prime undetected. Now all she had to do was finish her work and get off before she was...
The ground was rumbling beneath her feet. Only for a moment did she think it was a quake. Then she realized the true source of the disruption: mounted riders, obviously astride beasts sufficiently heavy to set the ground trembling when they moved. And from the rapidly increasing intensity of the vibrations, it was painfully obvious to her that they were heading her way.
She had been so preoccupied with her studies that she hadn't noticed it earlier. This was disastrously sloppy on her part; with her accelerated hearing, she should have heard intruders long before she felt them. However, mentally chastising herself wasn't going to accomplish anything.
Her pack was usually quite organized, with pouches and containers carefully chosen for every single item she might be carrying with her. And if she'd had the time---any time at all----she would have maintained that organization. But she had no time at all, so she quickly gathered her materials together, stuffing everything into her pack with no heed or care. She could have left it all behind, but she had no desire to abandon the scientific data she had gathered. One had to prioritize, after all.
She slung the pack over her shoulders and bolted for her craft.....
.....and stopped.
The craft was gone!
Her eyes narrowed and then she saw the nose of the craft protruding just above the ground. The whole thing had descended into what seemed to be a sinkhole of some kind----a sinkhole large enough to swallow her entire vessel.
She stared at the sinkhole and said flatly, "That was not there before. If it had been there, I would have not landed my ship on it."
Suddenly she looked up as, just over the crest of the nearby rise, several riders appeared. There were five of them, astride six-legged beasts with gleaming ebony skin. One of the riders, curiously, was a young girl, several years shy of adolescence. She kept near one of the adults, a man who.....
Well, now he was an interesting-looking individual. He held the reins of his mount with one hand, as if imperiously certain that the creature would not dare to throw him. It was hard to get a reading for his height since he was riding; if she'd had to guess, she'd have pegged him at just over six feet. Cultural norms are for the males to fashion the head hair into large crests from one side to the other - rather like a sideways Mohawk, and this man had the typical big crest of the Centauri upper caste. He sported a thin beard that ran the length of his jawline and came to a point that made him look slightly satanic.
In contrast to the huge Peacock-tail crest on the man, the girl to his right had no hair at all on her head; Centauri females were known to mostly or entirely shave their heads.
Neither of them spoke, however. Instead, the lead rider, a massively built Centauri astride a mount who looked as if his back would break, said imperiously, "I am Centauri Regent Oren, and you are my prisoner." He had guards on either side of him who glowered at the woman as if annoyed that she was disrupting their day.
As if he hadn't spoken, the woman pointed at the area where her ship had vanished and said again, "That was not there before. That sinkhole. The topography simply cannot change that way, not so abruptly."
Oren stared at her as if she'd gone mad. "I said you are my prisoner. Submit to my authority."
"I have no time for that," she said brusquely, her immediate difficulty forgotten.
The imperious-looking man at the girl's side half smiled at Regent Oren. "You have her nicely intimidated, Lord Regent. She should be begging for mercy any moment now."
"Worry not, Lord Turhi. She will not retain her insolence."
Oren didn't appear amused by the observation. Angrily he demanded of the defiant female, "What is your name?"
"Seleya Soleta. Now please leave me to my work. This is a scientifically curious situation, and it takes precedence over the famed Centauri inhospitableness." She started to unsling her pack so she could pull out her tricorder.
With annoyance, Regent Oren urged his steed forward and it moved with confidence toward the woman who called herself Seleya Soleta. She glanced with impatience at him and said, "Go away."
"Now you listen here...." he began.
With an impatient blowing of air between her teeth, Soleta reached over and clamped her left hand at the base of the mount's neck. The creature let out a brief shriek of surprise and then collapsed. It rolled over to the right, pinning Regent Oren beneath it.
Surprisingly, Soleta heard a peel of laughter from the girl. It drew her attention just long enough for one of the guards to pull out a weapon and fire it point-blank at Soleta. It knocked her off her feet with such force that she felt as though she'd been slammed with a sledgehammer in the chest. She hit the ground and was busy making mental assessments as to just what precisely the nature of the weapon was when she fell into unconsciousness. And the last thing she heard was the voice of Turhi saying, "You certainly showed her who was in charge, Regent. Perhaps she should replace you at that...."
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