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Only one year. Victor bit his lip. He knew that once the station had gestated its new landers, he and Feroza would have company on the back of the Leviathan, and their honeymoon would be over. But ships from Earth … Continue reading →

Chapter 18 “When beaten, gold shines.” “What was that?” asked Feroza. “I think the saying fits this place pretty well.” Victor spread his arms to indicate the cavernous space where they had slept. The whole thing, alien frescos, gargoyles, and … Continue reading →

“Victor!” Feroza flung up her arms and Rusty, chasing them, climbed, engines screaming. “Copy and rebroadcast these signals.” Frantically, she scrolled down menus in her visor, broadcasting the draconic communication signals she had recorded on the Leviathan’s back. “Help,” she … Continue reading →

More warnings as the juvenile Dragon spread his little wings and engaged his jet engines. Hot streams of exhaust bracketed Feroza’s body, pointing downward at the onrushing protectors of the crater. One large Dragon veered away from those columns of … Continue reading →

Chapter 17 “Fold your arms,” Feroza told Victor, “before Biggles and Rusty have a chance to bite them off.” Following her own advice violated every instinct Feroza had. Falling monkeys splayed their limbs, trying to snag branches and use air … Continue reading →

“She doesn’t want to cross into that crater,” said Feroza. “It’s nothing ‘she’ wants. The tripwire programming rides the Dragon as much as we do.” Victor coded as cleverly and efficiently as he could, setting up macros to run macros … Continue reading →

“Does it matter?” asked Victor. “One rocket or many, we have a way to get our slave mechanoid into orbit.” “I suppose so,” said Feroza. “If anything, the fact that there are so many Rocket-seeds in one place must mean … Continue reading →

“Merciful God but the ancient aliens had terrible taste in architecture,” said Feroza. “Unless you want to take credit for that post-modern monstrosity.” “No,” said Victor. “It must be more tripwire programming. A reaction to an oxygen environment.” “And we … Continue reading →

“Okay, I have an idea. You don’t have to go to jail if we save the solar system.” Victor hugged Feroza as she scanned the jungle below. “Well, I’m glad we got that problem dealt with,” Feroza twisted the projection … Continue reading →

All three mechanoids had all benefited from Victor’s ministrations. The mother and Mr. Biggles positively gleamed, and Rusty was more new material than old. The little Dragon stretched, flaking off the last of his rust, and Feroza hissed in surprise. … Continue reading →