Briefing

: MAIN STORY
: The Alembic Plot

Medart went to his suite, preferring to be alone rather than spoil the

Family's evening. It wasn't their fault he didn't consider torture a

valid form of punishment--and never would, though he had to accept that

in many cultures it was exactly that--or that watching it made him feel

he wouldn't be comfortable company for several hours. The best thing

for him in a mood like this was privacy, a long hot soak, and either

something to study or an action-adventure tape that didn't take much

thought.



The suite's 'fresher provided the first, and there was a bookcase in

the suite's sitting room that, while it didn't have either of the other

two, did have enough variety and interest to keep him occupied until a

reasonable time, local, to go to bed and do some thinking until he fell

asleep. If you were alone, he'd found, bed was one of the best places

possible for concentrated thought: dark, quiet, and with no

interruptions.



One thing he'd have to do fairly soon, he decided, was have a serious

discussion with Odeon about religion. It was clear even from the

little he'd seen, never mind Odeon's conviction that God and Devil had

cooperated in healing Cortin, that religion was far more important in

the Systems than it was in the Empire.



After that, though, what? The Brothers of Freedom seemed to be the

Kingdom Systems' biggest problem; it would have to be a big plus if he

and the rest of the visiting Imperials could help wipe out that sort of

threat.



He wasn't prepared for what happened next. He felt a mind-touch, more

powerful than he would have believed possible. *You needn't be

concerned about the Brotherhood, Ranger. They are my concern, and the

Protector's.*



*What the-- Who are you?*



*I have many names. You call me Satan, people here call me Shayan, and

at present I call myself Lucius. You are absolutely correct about the

other, however; you should indeed have a talk with Michael Odeon, and

soon. Tonight, I think.*



*Satan, huh?* The other believed that, and his mind-touch was

definitely both powerful and non-human, though it reminded him in a way

of Cortin's. But the actual Christian Devil? *That's a bit hard to

swallow.*



*You will come to accept it. I would say, from what I sense going on

in the common-room, that Cortin is in the process of transferring her

Protector role to the one who will hold it permanently. That means a

decision point crucial to this entire universe will arrive within days,

perhaps hours, and you should have the same information I was permitted

to give Family Cortin.* Medart got the impression of a sardonic smile.

*Cortin's role in the primary drama has ended, save for the formality

of bringing the Systems into your Empire, and the Protector will be, as

I am, restricted to the Systems, at least for a time. The true focal

point here is, and always has been, Michael Odeon; his birth and

development are the culmination of the history you studied on the way

here, and his decision will determine the fate of this universe. He

does not know that, and you will be no more able to tell him than I

am--but I would urge you most solemnly to influence him in the Empire's

favor, to the point where he would leave his family to serve it.*



Medart frowned, sitting up. *If I can't tell him, why tell me? Who'll

stop us? How could one man's decision affect an entire universe? And,

most important, if you're who you claim, how come I sense anxiety from

you instead of hostility?*



*The last question first, then. This universe is going to be invaded

soon, by beings who frighten even me. If Odeon's decision is for the

Empire, that invasion will lead to the most life-destructive war in the

universe's history. If he decides for his family, instead of war there

will be simple massacre, which will include me and my demons. So I act

as I do out of pure self-interest. That also answers your first and

third questions. Knowing my identity, you should be able to tell me

who will stop us.*



*Assuming you are who you claim to be, it'd have to be the Creator.*



*Yes. While He--A, in your Omnist terms--wants the same choice we do,

Michael must be allowed his freedom. An odd concept, to me, but one He

insists on.*



*Mike's more than he seems, then. And that's got to be one rough

enemy, to have someone like you worried; even if you're not Satan,

you've got the strongest Talent I've ever felt. When's the invasion,

so I can tell His Majesty?*



Medart sensed amusement. *Your skepticism should anger me, James

Medart, but I find it refreshing instead. If Odeon makes the proper

decision, you will come to belief in the appropriate god at the

necessary time. It is indeed 'one rough enemy', but I am not allowed

to identify them to you further, and since the timing of numerous

incidents in the defense is crucial, I doubt you will be able to tell

anyone except Odeon any of this conversation. It is even possible

that, once the decision point is passed, my Adversary may edit some of

your memories to prevent inadvertent premature revelations.*



*I don't like that idea, but if you're right, I won't have any say in

the matter, so there's no point in worrying or complaining. What about

Mike?*



*I am not permitted to go into his background. I can, however, tell

you that, should he decide in favor of the Empire, the Protector will

give him Ranger-level abilities--including, if he chooses, the

necessary mind-set.*



*Umm.* Medart got out of bed and put on a robe. An invasion he

couldn't report, by an enemy that frightened someone as powerful as the

one who was briefing him, with the best-case scenario for the Empire a

devastating war--that didn't sound good at all. And it all hinged on

one man! Well, at least it included the possibility of a new Ranger,

which was definitely to the good. Tarlac assassinated right after the

Traiti War, Menshikov, Ellman, and Steinhauer killed during the brief

White Order revolt--even though he'd recruited Corina Losinj during

that revolt, they were still three short of the average, and even that

wasn't enough. *Will I be able to use that possibility in convincing

him?*



*I believe so, though he does not at present have the scope to fully

comprehend what a Ranger is. I have told you what is possible to me

and necessary to you; we will not be in contact again until the

decision point.*



With that, the contact broke. Medart shook his head, then went into

the living room and made himself a cup of coffee. Instant from a

microwave didn't match what he got from a shipboard service panel, but

it was coffee, and he had a bad habit that way.



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