Expedition Travels to Bocastraeon

(1) The expedition members manage to sleep, but they don't sleep long. They roll out before noon - only about four hours after falling onto their cots, given Naeya's day which is roughly 30% shorter than Cyhnon's (and slightly shorter than the prototerran standard.)

Ester A'Dab comes out reading a copy of "My Sisters Can't be Dictators", shaking her head. She looks up "Ah, good morning everyone."

Corporal Jaxon: nods to the ladies and resumes checking the equipment.

Nolae is waiting. Even before the group finds the coffee that Corporal Jaxon's thoughtfully made, she says, "Today we must make it to the hideout in the village, if the wind allows. There you will get training and work on being accepted by the locals which will be very important."

Kaori has brought her carrylab out of the tent, and as Nolae speaks she opens it and places two soil samples in separate compartments for analysis. She looks up. "Good. There are such large gaps in our local knowledge." She checks her readout. "Yes, the islet's volcanic - and there are interesting silicates in the sand." She grins. "It's very valuable sand, from a manufacturer's perspective." She sets the samples aside and puts empty tubes in the empty spaces in her leather armbands. "I'm glad the planet hasn't lost the art of glass and ceramics - or that it's revived them."

Nolae says, "Priestess Kaori we need to get used to not using that for now on while here"

Kaori nods. "Yes - hence glass tubes, rather than plastex. A couple contain herbal headache remedies that were known on ancient Shylzan so they should be all right here. The lab stays on the island, unless you think it's a reasonable risk to take it to the hideout." She closes the lab and sets it back inside the tent.

Nolae continues. "I have one very important warning to give you. This needs to be understood so you do not go off getting yourselves killed."

Kaori turns back to Nolae attentively.

"The Shadow Knight and I have been researching and hunting a mysterious killer in the wilderness areas around the village." This time, as Nolae says 'Shadow Knight,' Kaori gets a clear image from the surface of Nolae's mind: John in medieval dress, arms crossed, standing next to Nolae on a bank above a body of water. Behind them are small sailboats; in the distance are dark mountains.

"Hmm killer in what sense?" Ester asks.

Nolae says, "From what we have gathered so far we believe it is a shadow assassin clan like we have seen in the old Cyhnon Federation."

Ester seems unstirred. "Well, as predicted, someone is breaking the treaty. and this Shadow Assassin is killing locals?"

Kaori frowns. "I may be able to detect them, but my training so far hasn't dwelt too much on what to do about them."

"It appears the Original Colonists may have arranged this to rid the planet of outsiders. They seem to target anyone that publicly uses forbidden tech or does not appear to be from Naeya. We have been successful in keeping them away from the village for a while. I think they have realized that we are Shadow hunters with special skills so they keep their distance now."

Kaori blinks slowly. "So why would a clan engaged to get rid of outsiders be killing Naeyans? Are we going into a hotbed of technological revival?"

"The locals believe they are like some kind of Spirit that punishes those who use or build forbidden tech. That is why this planet has not progressed in their technology over the 1000 cycles after being established."

Kaori shakes her head. "No wonder they fell into warfare and can't break the 300 million mark for population. Kill creativity - kill invention - kill the culture. The miracle is that they've survived the experiment - so far."

Ester says, "What is lost can be remade, so it is written."

Kaori smiles thinly. "Except that we have a treaty to keep. Unless some other party has broken it beyond repair, these people stay as they are. Peace in this generation - but that may have the effect of further stagnation." She shakes her head, pulling her padd out of a pocket and removing Lee's data crystal from it. "Nolae, does this crystal look enough like a local cut to pass? I was ordered to keep it with me - although the contents aren't as secret as the sharer seemed to think."

Nolae expands on the explanation. "This is planet was colonized by a group that believed it was Technology that destroyed their world of Shylzan so they believed. There was an agreement, maybe a Treaty, but not sure what it was called but an official agreement that this planet would be protected from outsiders so their chosen society or culture would be maintained. Now most of the locals don't know a lot of their past. There are some writings kept. I believe the Monk has a lot of history. I have collected a lot also but many consider the old writings to be evil and dangerous to even read."

"I suspect the reason the High Priestess had me study ancient Aerok was exactly to read them - a thousand non-tech, nonliterate cycles change a language so it's not too useful for interpersonal communication. I just hope any important texts aren't in ancient Ailartsuan." She does quick head math. "1600 Naeyan years, I mean. We have to avoiid thinking in Cyhnon cycles, or galactive standard years."

Ester says, "I am bit alarmed they are murdering someone because he decided a fork was good idea to eat his meals with?"

Kaori grins. "I hope that means chopsticks are expected. Much easier than forks for some items."

"Matter of personal taste, but most technology is quite prosaic"

Nolae says, "We have both languages in the books here but the Monk seems to know the Ailartsuan very well. I am more familiar with the Aerok. The hideout will be our outpost and its resources will help a lot. We need to get there today while the wind' s right for sailing into the harbour, so we will be leaving soon, to arrive before we have to fight the evening breeze from the land. One more point - we need to keep with the cover story for your group. Kaori needs to be called Priestess, she is the leader of the pilgrimage to meet the Unity Monk. I am like a guardian. All others are some kind of aid or helper for the Priestess."

Kaori nods. "Yes, we were briefed early on that much! Not much else, but that. We didn't even get the planetary survey report until last week." More slowly, she adds, "Perhaps, if the danger is a contracted Shadow clan, it means the Monk himself is perceived by them as a danger, and anyone who follows him as part of it."

"Yes I do agree. They do seem to not bother the Monk for some reason. Almost like the ones on Cyhnon stayed away from Myeong Gai Priestesses."

Kaori's eyebrow rises slightly. "Now that is interesting. Is the Monk a telepath, do you think?"

(2) "I had not considered that until now. Maybe you can find out."

"If we meet, I'll know. Shall I let him know that I am as well?"

"That is not my call. You will need to decide."

"Are telepaths known on Naeya?" Kaori asks. "And if known, are they treated as - well, medieval - as witches or something else unwelcome, or are they given respect?"

"Save that for when we get to the outpost." Nolae pauses, then says, "There are witches" but doesn't explain.

Kaori tucks her padd into the side of the carrylab and emerges from the tent with her pack. Dr. Lee's datacrystal goes into an inner pocket of her gown.

Nolae leads them past a shallow pond to one of the breaks in the rock face. Ester eyes the pond suspiciously. Kaori looks at it longingly, but keeps her sample tubes in the armband. Gama steps into it, splashing. Shana Barr skirts it carefully.

At one of the breaks in the crater wall, Nolae guides them onto an almost invisible path cut into the outer cliff face. in about ten cautious minutes, they're on a black sand beach where a wooden boat with hempen sails rocks at anchor. There's a soundless electric engine somewhere in its hull; for a while they move against the wind at a fairly good clip, except for an hour or so when other boats are in sight. Timing gets tight, but Nolae is able to get them within sight of the harbour mouth while the wind's still fair for entering. Slowly, the lateen-sailed boat beats up the small bay, past ancient earthen breakwaters and fishing craft to the village's main wharf.

There's a small child, a little girl, standing on the breakwater, watching them. Kaori goes to the rail and smiles at her. The child waves; Kaori waves back. The little girl turns, scrambles down the bank, and runs into a wood and stone house that stands nearby.

A man is in one of the anchored boats, standing in the bows shaking out fishing nets. As Nolae straightens up after settling the anchor, the man shouts and waves. "Shadow Ranger! Good to see you back!"

Ester and Gama, emerging from the tiny cabin, look over to the voice.

Nolae waves. "Aldan! I am taking Priestess Kaori and her assistants to the village. They come to meet the Monk."

Aldan Arne's leaps out of his about-to-be-retired old boat onto the breakwater, with a quick glance at his son who's standing on the dock. He bows. "We're always glad to greet pilgrims. Peace be on you all, and welcome to Bocastreaon." As Kaori, Ester, Gama and Shana step in turn from Nolae's craft to the bank, he notices the headscarf on Kaori and bows. "Am I speaking to the priestess?"

Ester smiles, showing way to many perfect teeth "Peace be with you too good fisherman. She is a priestess and I am a healer."

Kaori (takes the expected response from his mind - going for a visual rather than words because her grasp of local dialect limits the reliability of her reading - and dips her head. "Peace be on you, brother. Yes, I here to learn what Monk has to say, and bring it back to my island if it seem good." She lets her accent be her accent. "I sorry if I speak clumsy," she adds. "Healer is better at languages."

Ester nods. "People say I have an ear for it."

Aldan bobs. "Not to worry, Holiness," he says. "I travelled before I had family. I've heard others much harder to understand."

Ester's sense of humour kicks in. "But we come to seek out the Monk because one women in our home village had this dream about a tower falling from the sky in flames and the experience turned her....well blue, and healing her is beyond my art."

The fisherman blinks. "Blue, you say?" His tone of voice is respectful, but doesn't entirely hide the dubiousness in his mind.

"Well, you know, blue like the drowned. Though she still is among the living. This was from a dream, which makes it all the more... remarkable."

"Ah." Aldan nods knowingly. "I've seen that - though not usually from dreams of fall or fire." He looks out over the water. "You had a good day for travelling," he says. "The wind is just changing now. I expect you're ready for a sit-down, and some water and fish and fruit, if my house can offer you rest." He gestures to the stone and wood construction into which the small girl ran. It has a thatched roof and a pattern of ceramic tiles over the door, and no windows.

Nolae: smiles "I must get them to the village and find them lodging. They have had a long journey"

Aldan hesitates. "Healer - I know you'll be tired, but perhaps you'd be good enough to look at my wife. The Monk has tried, but she's still failing."

"Oh, what ails her?"

Aldan bows now to the healer. "At first, a stillbirth. Healing was hard but for a while she seemed better - went to the healing shrine in the forest north of here to give thanks for her life and prayers for the child - but the day she left the shrine, she was struck by a headache and a fainting fit. Her friends brought her home, but now she spends the day in bed, not talking, just taking a little broth when I press her to. It's hard on the children." He glances at the little girl who's now on the step, and the boy who's stayed on the wharf.

"I see," Ester says. "And how long ago was this?"

"Almost forty days since she returned from the shrine," Aldan says. "Ninety since the babe was lost."

NicotineAddiction Resident: "Hmm yes, I should look at her then."

Aldan bows. "She's inside. She may not want to talk, but encourage her."

"Ah over there then?"

(5)Kaori. "The survey report mentioned health challenges. But there seems to be some travel happening. Pilgrims are the norm in this village - and a couple of the market carts we passed held items that wouldn't grow well in this particular agricultural zone. And the fisherman mentioned that he used to travel. I suppose such people bring evolutions of viruses with them."

Nolae says, "it is just a precaution. It takes thirty days, then the daily decons are not needed. Here you will learn about the planet and the people. You also need to visit regularly with the locals till you get accepted. There is a pilgrims' hostel where you will live while you are here."

Kaori looks again at Ester. "Lots of time to work with the fisherman's wife. Elin." She takes a breath. "That headache of hers - there's some sort of trauma beneath it. Something happened, either at the healing shrine or on her way back from it. It's buried, and it's left both physical and mental scarring, I believe."

"Right now, I suspect a stroke, but there isn't much to do about it," Ester says. "I think she is getting to much aspirin in that willow bark and that's causing her stomach to bleed."

Shana explores and sometimes adjusts the equipment while the others chat.

Kaori shakes her head. "Possibly, but the worst of the pain comes from the head, not the stomach. I had to mute it - much as I have to when I run into people with telepath-proofing tech." She smiles a bit thinly at Nolae. "I can get your feelings, Shadow Ranger, but don't dare go deep enough for your thoughts."

Ester says, "Oh yes, but I can't do much for serious brain injury with some knives and herbs."

Kaori looks at her boot-tips. "That's going to be the unhappiest challenge of this trip, Ester," she says. "Knowing we could help - not being able to."

"Indeed, it's never easy..." The doctor shakes her head. "On the other had, some Luddite assassin would just murder her if I did."

Kaori looks quizzically at Nolae. "Would they? Shadow assassins aside, have murder rates gone down with the peace epidemic?"

"I got my first apprentice because I cured some girl in a slum - skin cancer - " Ester grimaces - "and the locals wanted to kill her because the witch had possessed her."

Kaori processes that, then looks at Cleao Gama. "And that's where your jokes come from? Not in good taste, Gama!"

:"Oh, not the Gamerians," Ester says drolly. "They have some silly idea some brain eating space witch possessed their beloved leader and made him take out a bunch of unsecured loans."

Kaori raises an eyebrow. "I thought they were on the run for political reasons? Well, bankers have system dictators as friends." She clears her throat. "Anyway - we have studying to do here, too. Instructions for Nari scanning. Little things like that. And it's been a long day of sailing. Maybe we should go to our hostel, get settled, find some food. After we decontaminate, of course."

Ester Adab "Indeed"

Kaori (grins at Shana, who continues to pour over the systems. "Is it love?" she asks.

Shana looks up, startled. "Oh yes. I love my job. Oh, but in reference to what was just said. I think Healer is referring to Gama 5. The Tyrannical central world. The refugees are Gama Six colony. At least that's how I understood it." She smiles sheepishly.

Ester looks at Shana. "The main thing is there is nothing as absurd as a Space Witch who can control people with their voice and move faster than people can see."

"Oh yes Healer, they are absurd in their primitive beliefs sometimes." Shana chuckles.

Kaori ays, "You've served aboard Shadow Fox for a while, right, Shana? I've known Gama for a while, but not to talk home system politics with her." She glances at Cleo Gama, who grins sardonically. "But - I'm hungry! A day's sail does that." She turns to the door. "Smart - putting the access in the library. Is there a librarian we have to watch out for? And should we be reporting our arrival to John Sholakh, or is that the sort of routine we're supposed to avoid?"

Nolae says, "Yes reporting our arrival to the EIS Panther should be done."

Kaori nods to Shana Barr. "Go ahead and make contact," she says. "Bare words, in morse: Arrived. Safe."

"Oh one moment...getting a signal now. A bit weak. The Panther may be slightly out of line of sight. She wants to know our status. How should I answer?"

"Just 'Arrived - safe'," Kaori repeats. "That's all. Minimal messaging, too short for anyone else to detect or trace - we hope. Tightest beam possible."

"Aye aye...sending message. Short bursts."

"Thank you, Technician," Kaori says formally.

Shana speaks the words of the message as she codes. "Just Arrived - safe," signed Jo Kaori Mission Commander. Over..."

Kaori sighs as the message seems to be nine words long, not two; she'll have to talk to the tech later about the reason messaging needs not to include unneeded words like signed and commander. She looks at the others. "Hostel. Food. And a friendly wander. Then bed at whatever time the villagers seem to be turning in. No electricity, so I expect that's early -" She looks again at Nolae - "and Ester, you can see how your patient is doing."

"Indeed." Ester is first through the door.

There's a quiet gonging noise. Shana reports, "A message is coming in from the Panther. It's for you Commander.: She nods to Kaori. "Roger that. Stay safe we will be here if any emergency arises. EIS Comms Officer out"

Kaori breathes out. Sixteen words. Military manners may be more than she can combat. "So so so...Thank you, Shana. Now let's look at our quarters."

Shana turns off the equipment...

(3) Aldan leads the way inside, where light comes from the open door, the fire on a hearth, and a couple of lanterns burning what smells like fish oil. The cottage is painfully clean, though there's not enough inside for any deep untidiness. Two low beds flank the fireplace, and there's a row of chests along the wall. There's a low table with stools, a higher worktable, barrels and sacks that hold milled grains and dried or salted fish, tools hanging on the wall.

Kaori's breath catches sharply as she comes up the step and into the woman's line of sight - the pain radiating from her head is excruciating.

"Elin, love," Aldan says gently. "I've brought a healer to see to you. Let her look at you, love."

Ester sits on a stool at Elin's side. She reaches out and puts the palm of her hand over her, then shakes her shoulder. The woman doesn't resist the shake, and falls onto her back.

She makes a small noise in her throat - not a greeting, more like an exhalation of air.

"Greetings, I am Ester the healer, your husband asked me look at you." She looks into Elin's dull dark eyes and then reaches for her wrist.

Elin finds enough strength to make an effort. "oh my good husband...you brought strangers. I must get *cough* get up and prepare...meal... for them..."

You stay put, and let me check your pulse," Ester says, gripping Elin's wrist. "So, what exactly is the problem, Elin?"

"Peace... Ester..."

The words come with another wave of head pain. Feeling a little guilty, Kaori puts a filter between her empathic perceptions and the fisherman's wife, and distracts herself by looking more closely at the collection of chests. The smallest is completely different from the other three - and it's not made of natural local materials. It looks as though it's newest, but Kaori's suspicion is that it's by far the oldest of the four.

Elin finds a bit of strength to speak again. "I have been getting weaker....cough* "Monk gave Husband medicine..." cough* "But..." She drifts off into a light sleep.

"Good, Fisherman, let me see that medicine."

Aldan takes the sack of herbs from the worktable near the door and brings it to A'Dab. "These, steeped in hot water."

Kaori feels a strong though filter-muted emotion, this time from the Shadow Ranger - impatience, somewhat tempered with sympathy.

Ester A'Dab holds up the mixture of herbs, studies them, smells them and then takes a bit from one and tastes it. She doesn't look at the technician, whose cover is that of a scribe, but says, "Shana, take a note, patient's pulse is weak, body temperature too low and, hmm, what is this herb mixture,..?"

"Yes Healer!" She starts taking notes on the handmade-looking paper prepared for the expedition,

Kaori steps over and takes a sniff. "Part of it's the same herb I use for headaches," she says, pulling out a glass tube of willow bark and removing its ceramic stopper.

Ester takes a whiff of the smell from the tube. "Hmm perhaps she is getting too much of the mixture. Good fisherman, how mch are you giving her?"

"The Monk said just enough to hold in the hollow of my hand, steeped in one bowl of boiled water, four times each day."

Aldan's not a tall man, but his hands are relatively large - their hollows must hold a lot. Ester considers their size. "Like many cures, too much of this can be a bane."

Aldan A swallows. "What should I do differently, Healer?"

"Fewer doses, no more than one in the morning and the evening. Also she needs to get some more food in her. But why does she need the herb, pain in the head or is there something else?"

Aldan looks at the bowl of fruit by the bed. "She does need more food. A neighbour sends those as they ripen - there are good people here - but she won't touch them, unless I pulp them into juice. The pain - well, the way she describes it, it's not like any headache I've heard tell of."

"Oh? how so?"

Aldan hesitates. "It's deep. Not in the temples, not in the neck - as though it's in the middle of her brain, is what she says. The pain's reaching. Not hammering, but ebbing and flowing - like the river at flood."

"hmm interesting. When did they start?"

Nolae, her impatience increasing as the light shifts outside, looks at Kaori.

Kaori looks at Nolae, opening to the thought Nolae has placed outside the shelter of her personal shielding. <<We must be making our way to our destination so I can get your and the rest of your group settled in for the night>>

Kaori steps forward. "Perhaps we let this man have information about change of dose, and let his wife rest. Headaches start thirty days ago, he say. When we settle in our lodging, you can think, Healer."

Estert glances back and forth, finally noticing Nolae's increasing impatience. "Very well, then, but I dislike leaving a patient."

(4) "She'll be here, Healer," Aldan says, shades of despair and hope mixed in his voice. "If you're lodging here, until you go up the mountain, and then when you come back down - we'll see you again."

Kaori meets Ester's eyes because something about that pain is bothering her, and not just its intensity. She reaches out tentatively from behind her mental filter, poking gingerly around the edges of Elin's agony.

Ester takes one of the fruits and sniffs them.

Nolae speaks up. "After we get you all settled there will be time to come check on her. I don't like you leaving the patient but I have duties to get back to. So let's get settled in as quick as we can."

Shana the Scribe asks, "Healer, do you have any final notes for this patient?"

"Yes, scribe, constant headaches, severe pain, loss of appetite. The Herb does not reduce symptoms "

Kaori ( bows. "Thank you, Healer." She lets her voice take on a singsong, semi-ritual tone. "And Peace be on this house, on this woman who walks through the dangers of birth, and the children and man who walk with her." She doesn't know if anything in the words fit local custom, but the tone strikes Aldan in the manner intended.

"How much of the herb should I give her?" Aldan asks anxiously.

"I will wait outside for you all to follow me." Nolae walks rapidly out of the cottage.

Ester says, "Same amounts but fewer times. Twice only."

"Twice a day, instead of four times?"

"Yes, if she gets worse, send a mesanger for me."

"Many thanks!" Aldan calls after them from the doorway as they begin their walk to the scattering of houses that might be considered the village's centre.

"Likely a stroke" Ester mutters.

Shana falls in behind the healer.

Kaori lags after the others as they walk to a large building of hard grey stone with a piazza in front of it. They pass goats tended by a boy, a random elk, yellowing crops in fields, market stalls, a tavern, a smithy - On the piazza, a couple of men, one richly dressed, are arguing, as a couple of villagers watch.

The entrance to the fortress-like building is flanked by two guards armed with pikes. "Shadow Ranger!" the elder of the two exclaims. The Shadow Ranger nods slightly in response as they welcome her return. They motion for the travellers to proceed inside.

Within, Nolae leads them to a room lined with shelves of books. Kaori looks eagerly at them, leaning close to make out their titles. "I didn't expect so much of a library in the village," she says. "They must have a tradition of memory keeping here. There was a chest in the fisherman's hut that I'll bet arrived onworld with some ancestor."

Ester looks up, surprised at all the books. Shana also looks around at them, wide eyed.

Nolae's focus remains tight. "This is a secret passage. Watch closely"

Kaori (moves to Nolae's side.

Ester glances at the book title "the Argonian Maid," shakes her head and follows Nolae.

Nolae pushes a book that is out of place. A shelf moves aside. Behind is a golden sigil implanted in the wall. Nolae whispers, "Push this block and the door will open briefly."

The party finds itself in a short passage, and then in a lab. It holds a decon chamber, medical equipment, a whole bank of computers, something that looks like a mini-reactor -

Ester looks around appreciatively. "Well, this is quite advanced"

Cleo Gama glances through a door, and spots tables and bunks that seem to be from the same manufacturer as those on Shadow Fox. "Military equipment?" she asks.

Nolae says, "This will be your home base while you are hear. Everyone is to decon daily for thirty days until you get accustomed to this planet,"

"hmm very well," Ester nods.

"So our broad-spectrum shots aren't quite broad-spectrum enough?" Kaori asks. "Or is it to make sure we haven't brought any nasty presents to the villagers?"

Ester says,: "Well the local population is more vulnerable since they are small and isolated."