Missing Link

Missing Link

by Frank Herbert


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"Missing Link" is vintage Frank Herbert. It tells the story of Lewis Orne, junior I-A field man, on the planet Gienah III. He is there to investigate a missing ship, and the natives are nothing but trouble... Originally published in "Astounding Science Fiction" under the editorship of John W. Campbell, Jr. here is a tale from the Golden Age of Science Fiction!

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781718867345
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date: 05/10/2018
Pages: 30
Sales rank: 984,371
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.06(d)

About the Author

Frank Herbert (1920-1986) was born in Tacoma, Washington, and educated at the University of Washington, Seattle. He worked a wide variety of jobs—including TV cameraman, radio commentator, oyster diver, jungle survival instructor, lay analyst, creative writing teacher, reporter and editor of several West Coast newspapers—before becoming a full-time writer. He is best known for his classic science fiction novel Dune and its five sequels.

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"We ought to scrape this planet clean of every living thing on it," muttered Umbo Stetson, section chief of Investigation & Adjustment.

Stetson paced the landing control bridge of his scout cruiser. His footsteps grated on a floor that was the rear wall of the bridge during flight. But now the ship rested on its tail fins--all four hundred glistening red and black meters of it. The open ports of the bridge looked out on the jungle roof of Gienah III some one hundred fifty meters below. A butter yellow sun hung above the horizon, perhaps an hour from setting.

"Clean as an egg!" he barked. He paused in his round of the bridge, glared out the starboard port, spat into the fire-blackened circle that the cruiser's jets had burned from the jungle.

The I-A section chief was dark-haired, gangling, with large head and big features. He stood in his customary slouch, a stance not improved by sacklike patched blue fatigues. Although on this present operation he rated the flag of a division admiral, his fatigues carried no insignia. There was a general unkempt, straggling look about him.

Lewis Orne, junior I-A field man with a maiden diploma, stood at the opposite port, studying the jungle horizon. Now and then he glanced at the bridge control console, the chronometer above it, the big translite map of their position tilted from the opposite bulkhead. A heavy planet native, he felt vaguely uneasy on this Gienah III with its gravity of only seven-eighths Terran Standard. The surgical scars on his neck where the micro-communications equipment had been inserted itched maddeningly. He scratched.

"Hah!" said Stetson. "Politicians!"

A thin black insect with shell-like wingsflew in Orne's port, settled in his close-cropped red hair. Orne pulled the insect gently from his hair, released it. Again it tried to land in his hair. He ducked. It flew across the bridge, out the port beside Stetson.

There was a thick-muscled, no-fat look to Orne, but something about his blocky, off-center features suggested a clown.

"I'm getting tired of waiting," he said.

"You're tired! Hah!"

A breeze rippled the tops of the green ocean below them. Here and there, red and purple flowers jutted from the verdure, bending and nodding like an attentive audience.

"Just look at that blasted jungle!" barked Stetson. "Them and their stupid orders!"

A call bell tinkled on the bridge control console. The red light above the speaker grid began blinking. Stetson shot an angry glance at it. "Yeah, Hal?"

"O.K., Stet. Orders just came through. We use Plan C. ComGO says to brief the field man, and jet out of here."

"Did you ask them about using another field man?"

Orne looked up attentively.

The speaker said: "Yes. They said we have to use Orne because of the records on the Delphinus."

"Well then, will they give us more time to brief him?"

"Negative. It's crash priority. ComGO expects to blast the planet anyway."

Stetson glared at the grid. "Those fat-headed, lard-bottomed, pig-brained ... POLITICIANS!" He took two deep breaths, subsided. "O.K. Tell them we'll comply."

"One more thing, Stet."

"What now?"

"I've got a confirmed contact."

Instantly, Stetson was poised on the balls of his feet, alert. "Where?"

"About ten kilometers out. Section AAB-6."

"How many?"

"A mob. You want I should count them?"

"No. What're they doing?"

"Making a beeline for us. You better get a move on."

"O.K. Keep us posted."


Stetson looked across at his junior field man. "Orne, if you decide you want out of this assignment, you just say the word. I'll back you to the hilt."

"Why should I want out of my first field assignment?"

"Listen, and find out." Stetson crossed to a tilt-locker behind the big translite map, hauled out a white coverall uniform with gold insignia, tossed it to Orne. "Get into these while I brief you on the map."

"But this is an R&R uni--" began Orne.

"Get that uniform on your ugly frame!"

"Yes, sir, Admiral Stetson, sir. Right away, sir. But I thought I was through with old Rediscovery & Reeducation when you drafted me off of Hamal into the I-A ... sir." He began changing from the I-A blue to the R&R white. Almost as an afterthought, he said: "...Sir."

A wolfish grin cracked Stetson's big features. "I'm soooooo happy you have the proper attitude of subservience toward authority."

Orne zipped up the coverall uniform. "Oh, yes, sir ... sir."

"O.K., Orne, pay attention." Stetson gestured at the map with its green superimposed grid squares. "Here we are. Here's that city we flew over on our way down. You'll head for it as soon as we drop you. The place is big enough that if you hold a course roughly northeast you can't miss it. We're--"

Again the call bell rang.

"What is it this time, Hal?" barked Stetson.

"They've changed to Plan H, Stet. New orders cut."

"Five days?"

"That's all they can give us. ComGO says he can't keep the information out of High Commissioner Bullone's hands any longer than that."

"It's five days for sure then."

"Is this the usual R&R foul-up?" asked Orne.

Stetson nodded. "Thanks to Bullone and company! We're just one jump ahead of catastrophe, but they still pump the bushwah into the Rah & Rah boys back at dear old Uni-Galacta!"

"You're making light of my revered alma mater," said Orne. He struck a pose. "We must reunite the lost planets with our centers of culture and industry, and take up the glor-ious onward march of mankind that was so bru-tally--"

"Can it!" snapped Stetson. "We both know we're going to rediscover one planet too many some day. Rim War all over again. But this is a different breed of fish. It's not, repeat, not a re-discovery."

Orne sobered. "Alien?"

"Yes. A-L-I-E-N! A never-before-contacted culture. That language you were force fed on the way over, that's an alien language. It's not complete ... all we have off the minis. And we excluded data on the natives because we've been hoping to dump this project and nobody the wiser."

"Holy mazoo!"

"Twenty-six days ago an I-A search ship came through here, had a routine mini-sneaker look at the place. When he combed in his net of sneakers to check the tapes and films, lo and behold, he had a little stranger."

"One of theirs?"

"No. It was a mini off the Delphinus Rediscovery. The Delphinus has been unreported for eighteen standard months!"

"Did it crack up here?"

"We don't know. If it did, we haven't been able to spot it. She was supposed to be way off in the Balandine System by now. But we've something else on our minds. It's the one item that makes me want to blot out this place, and run home with my tail between my legs. We've a--"

Again the call bell chimed.

"NOW WHAT?" roared Stetson into the speaker.

"I've got a mini over that mob, Stet. They're talking about us. It's a definite raiding party."

"What armament?"

"Too gloomy in that jungle to be sure. The infra beam's out on this mini. Looks like hard pellet rifles of some kind. Might even be off the Delphinus."

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Strong Enough- 9&bull;|<p>I soon fell into a troubled but dreamless sleep. I woke to the sound of the bakers voice.<br>"Its far to much of a risk." An unfamilliar voice responded, assuring him of the oppisite. Then Jades small voice took a turn. "We wont be here much longer." The baker grumbled something and the other voice said something about triple payment. This seemed to close the deal and the door to the labrynth closed again.<br>Curiosity getting the best of me I pretended to wake up. And when I 'woke up' I found that Jade and I were no longer alone.<br>A handsom boy of about 16 was at the sink washing blood from a shirt. Curiosity had ahold of my voice and it rudely spoke out. "Who are you?" The shirtless boy turned towards me, studying me as I was him. Across his abdomen was a line of scars, sort of like Wolverine, and a fresh bleeding bandage tied around his shoulder.<br>"Im Zeke, and you are?"<br>"Eliza." I say going for my normal name. He flashes me a smile and truns back to his job. Jade sets my bag down on the foor next to me.<br>"Were going soon." She says in her plesant yet quite voice. I nod and stand up. I stretch and Zeke, still at the counter, truns around running a hand through his black hair.<br>"Where are you girls going." I leave the question for Jade to answer because I dont know. I was going to head down to Florida but that plans cancelled now since my parent wants me to stay with Jade.<br>"Camp Half-Blood." She says pulling her own bag on. I bend down to adjust my weapon in my boot as he replies.<br>"Ah, I was just there. On my way back to Jupiter but I should get my shoulder looked at by a medic. Care if I join you?" I stand back up in time to see Jade shrug. With her unhelpfull answer he looks at me.<br>"Sure." I say and he nods.<br>"Alright just give me a second." He says and wraps his formally bloody shrit around his wrist. He grabs a clean pruple shirt off a pile and pulls it on. With a few more preparations hes ready and we leave. As we walk out of the still unbusy Subway Zeke gives the baker a few golden coins which I guess is his extra payment. Standing on the corner of a intersection another curiosity question forces its self out into the open.<br>"How do we get to this camp?"<br>Jade gives me a green eyed smile. "By bus of course."<p>|&bull;Next part next res! I promise it will be soon&bull;|<p>&bull;&bull;Ana
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Yah!!!! Youre back!! I posted a possible character candidate at 'strong' result 1 if you would like to use her!! Her namis Cammie Stash. Yah any ways great job on this story keep it up!!!!
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Ran to him. "Lynk..."
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