Tribal Logic: Book Four of The Tribal Wars by Stella Atrium

Author:Stella Atrium [Atrium, Stella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stella Atrium Writes
Published: 2024-02-28T00:00:00+00:00

After I had slept, or maybe after two naps, Onetel sat me in a ready room chair and booted a comtech channel for the Dolviet news. I smiled at him vaguely and watched without interest. It seems there had been a Borabean assault on Chrysalis, and many were lost including Mike Shaw. Rufus had been wounded and evacuated to Somule. Hamilcar and Marnahand had been bringing in supplies and had arrived only after the final wave of Borabean warriors.

Karlyhi and two others had pursued the retreating Borabean over the dunes using stingers, killing hundreds and their horses and sigpywa, but stopped short at the ramshackle suburbs of Urbyd since the buildings there apparently hid anti-aircraft guns purchased from the Company. More Borabean had died than Arrivi, the report claimed, but the outpost village of Chrysalis had been decimated. The bloodiest day of fighting since the battle of Iamida shores. There was even a published tribal chant titled Red Rage of Karlyhi that lauded his killings to avenge the death of Mike Shaw.

I sighed and scratched my arm aggressively, always itching, never comfortable. “You knew Mike Shaw?” Onetel asked from the seat next to me.

I scratched my side under my arm. “Everybody knew him. He taught Karlyhi to drive trucks. He imported the first gualareps. He helped Brianna Miller when she jumped back to Paris, France.”

The funeral of Mike Shaw had been held in the Consortium barracks yard in Cylay with the tribes attending, the digest of EAM images reminding me of a similar event for General Sector that took place several seasons past. A long parade with marching Consortium troops and strolling warriors in mismatched militia uniforms. A caisson pulled by four matching horses and a saddled but riderless horse led by Stuben in his police uniform. I smirked. What tradition was this? They didn’t even use horses in Cylay.

Scanning the footage, I saw Mrs. Shaw sitting before the pyre alongside Dulcinea and Hakulupe Le with her younger daughter. Mrs. Shaw wore a wide-brimmed hat with a veil and was presented with a folded Consortium flag by Colonel Shananinni. The twins stood by her, dressed like Cicero natives and looking out of place, having been allowed to disembark during the school term for the funeral of their father. Hamilcar, wearing a business suit instead of a uniform, sat by himself near the stacked supplies, shifting his weight and glancing around as though the organizers had forgotten to provide a seat of honor for him.

A raised stand for honored attendees faced a commentator’s booth that was mounted with cameras and lights. While the fire blazed and smoked, George Luluki sat in my place as co-anchor with Paul Spurlin, and they offered comments about the shifting power structure. They focused on Karlyhi in the crowd and the shameless tears on his implacable face. Transport choppers flew over in formation, followed by a flyby of Consortium sorties with colored contrails, making a big show for the former general who had never boarded one of the new extra-atmosphere jets.

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