CHAPTER 8
“It looks like a cannon,” Tarkos said. “I mean, like an old Earth weapon. Only huge. And harmed. Gouged and burned.”
He stood with Bria on the bridge of the Zoroastrian. The crew studiously ignored him. He understood. A Sussurat Harmonizer taking over their ship was magnificent, a story to tell your children. But it would be humiliating if he, a fellow human of obscure status and strange allegiances, had done so. Yet he hoped that it reassured them somewhat, to see a human in the Harmonizers. He tried to smile at the few furtive glances that he caught.
The big g*n drifted before them. Along one side of the black structure clung an array of crystal windows. That would be where the Neelee crew had lived. But now an occasional burst of burning gas escaped from a seri
