On Earth, there are three Triads intending to integrate not only the three peoples and stop the war that threatens to break loose and slaughter Humans and devastate their world; but to stop the war that consumes Kiiote economy and Yown’Hoo moral fiber. The Braiders accidentally created a resonance wave that will destroy the Milky Way and the only way to stop it is for the Yown’Hoo-Kiiote-Human Triads to build a physical wall. The merger of Human-Kiiote-Yown’Hoo into a van der Walls Society may produce the Membrane to stop the wave.
The young experimental Triads are made up of the smallest primate tribe of Humans – Oscar and Kashayla; the smallest canine pack of Kiiote – six, pack leaders Qap and Xurf; and the smallest camelid herd of Yown’Hoo – a prime eleven, Dao-hi the Herd mother. On nursery farms and ranches away from the TC cities, Humans have tended young Yown’Hoo and Kiiote in secret for decades, allowing the two warring people to reproduce and grow far from their home worlds.
“We had nearly fallen into stagnation when we encountered the Kiiote.”
“And we into internecine war when we encountered the Yown’Hoo.”
“Yown’Hoo and Kiiote have been defending themselves for a thousand revolutions of our Sun.”
“Together, we might do something none of us alone might have done…a destiny that included Yown’Hoo, Kiiote, and Human.” (2/19/2015)Lieutenant Commander Patrick Bakhsh (ret), whom I’d started calling Retired; stepped through the portal, a white plastic robot flung over his shoulder, and said, “What are you all looking at?”
Even the Herd Mother backed up, the Herd behind her pulling in tight and backing up against the wall.
The Kiiote rearranged their skeletons in that weird, squishy way so that Pack of six was ready to fight with claws, teeth, and nearly-telepathic minds.
For whatever strange reason, I stepped closer to ‘Shayla where she lay unconscious in my Great Uncle Tim’s arms.
GU Time said, “How did you do that?”
Retired slid the robot to the floor, pushing it to one side. “I came well-equipped to protect the Triad.” He looked my great uncle up and down, glancing at the dead immature Yown’Hoo where it lay in front of the Herd Mother. “Which is more than I can say for you.”
GU Tim glanced over his shoulder, saying, “Nothing I could do about it.” He turned back to Retired and said, “I’d have been prepared if you’d given me warning.”
“We didn’t have time to do anything. The Triad refuge is a hole in the ground – but we don’t know who did it.”
“Ten guesses,” said GU Tim.
Retired shook his head. “Not enough.” He pursed his lips. “We need to stay still for a while and let the pursuit cool off.”
GU Tim snorted, “That’ll never happen. Your Triad here is hot stuff right now.”
Retired scowled. “How do you mean?”
GU Tim shook his head and held out his hand. Suddenly a 3D image appeared above his hand. It was a Human newscast. To paraphrase, they wanted all nineteen…suddenly eighteen…of us. Dead or alive. Preferably alive so we could be tried for crimes against Humanity. He lifted his other hand and we were watching a Kiiote vis. It was like a Human broadcast only in that there was an image. To me it didn’t seem to move except for the lips and there were lots of farting sounds. I couldn’t smell anything, but the Pack was suddenly twitching, yipping, farting in return, and the youngest pups fell down, rolled belly up, and squirmed until their elders nipped their feet, at which point, they played dead. In the Pack if one of the Leaders didn’t release them from the trance, they’d really die.
GU Tim closed his hand and opened it again. The scene on it was hovering in the air, looking down on a huge field of waving golden grace. An immense Herd galloped into view, groups streaming away from the main part of the Herd, the lines curling in on themselves, others groups interacting in ways I’d never been able to make any sense out of.
I knew it got to Dao-hi because she reared and pawed at the air uncontrollably and the rest of the Herd ran around her – in the close confines of the house.
After everyone settled down, Retired said, “You’ve all been repudiated by your governments as some sort of rogue freaks.”
“Freaks! We’re not freaks,” I managed, looking at ‘Shayla. She was one of the best looking girls I’d ever laid eyes on – in fact, one of the best looking Humans I’d ever seen; and I’d seen LOTS of people in my short life.
Dao-hi, was a strong leader and she’d calmed enough to say, “Not just ‘freaks’, Human friend. We have been declared anathema. Not only have we been banned from the Home World, but we have been banned from congress with any Herd but our own. We will never know anything as glorious as the image you just witnessed.” The Herd pressed close together and Dao-hi did something I’d never heard her do. She rumbled.
The Pack was on the floor, Qap and Xurf were grooming each other, passing licks to the rest as one or the other subordinates squirmed closer. Xurf looked at me, growled then said, “Our entire line has been cut from the breeding records. We are as good as Wilds.”
Great Uncle Tim sighed and said, “Your friend here has been recalled by his Human military commander – his General, I think we’d say.”
Retired shrugged, “I’ve ignored ‘cease and desist’ orders before. I’ve been decorated twice after ignoring the order.”
“Not one of those times, I think.” GU looked us over, adding, “I think there are going to be lots of people looking for you – Human, Yown’Hoo, and Kiiote. I say we move out right now. You may not have another time when you’re not surrounded by hostiles.”