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bow with one of his upper forearms across his midriff. He stood back up and spoke in a deep
resonant voice; in English,
“I am Bexar; partner of Miah, father of Zuul. Forgive me for not being present when you arrived.
Unlike the Eloi, my kind are not telepathic. I understand your colleagues are investigating Hylon. I
have just returned from visiting the Jungva colony nearby. With your permission I would like to
interact with them on your behalf. They had lost contact with their Home Government like we have.
The data you possess may shed some light on things may I see it for myself?” he asked. Myra
replayed the holographs. Bexar asked her to pause at certain images. His head band would flash
periodically. When he had seen all of the recordings he sat deep in thought.
“It looks like the Polaron grid failed disastrously; which in itself is highly significant” he looked at Zuul
and said something in Bachi. Zuul looked at his father with wide eyes and an expression of dawning
realisation. He beamed a smile at Bexar and his mother then raced off to somewhere else on the
platform. Bexar turned to Zyra and Myra. “Is there any way we could use the great beam to contact
your colleagues?” he asked
“Yes: we have established how to make a link. Do you need to contact them with some insight?”
Myra replied.
“Not exactly; it would appear that your systems and ours are compatible enough. Let me explain
this; I am what you would call a “Transporter” engineer. I asked my Son to make some adjustments
to the Beam transceiver. What I have in mind could blow a number of circuits and it could take
months to repair the damage. But I believe it may well be worth the risk”…

… T’luha and her team were joined by the others from the city. The Trask were a real
enigma. With the knowledge from the rest of the Fleet in hand; and now understanding that they
were an “engineered” species, Leeson had set about doing biological scans of them. The relayed
data of the original “cloned” version of the Trask showed that many of the Trask’s original
“designed” features had been adapted” to allow the beings to survive in a polluted environment.
The reproductive organs seemed to have been an accidental revival of some dormant genetic code.
But all this did not explain why they were doing what they were. The Trask didn’t speak because
their vocal chords were little more than vestigial organs. It was assumed therefore that they must be
telepathic; this was born out by the genetic code sequences expected to be found. However; all
attempts seemed not to work.
“I can only conclude that they must be using a level that no other known race uses. It also appears
that this is a naturally evolved ability. Judging by the decay pattern of the radiations left from the
disaster; they have been slowly evolving for some twenty or thirty generations” Leeson announced
at a hastily convened meeting. Midas made a whistling sound
“What’s the situation with the stasis chamber occupants?” he asked. T’luha answered that question
“From what we can make out there seems to be a loop in the timer program that was inserted quite
a while back. The Trask seem reluctant to let us bring them round; though I doubt that we could do
so without specialist knowledge anyway. Bexar said he might know how; and he got evasive about it
when I asked if we could do anything ourselves. He’s planning something risky; but wouldn’t say
exactly what. I’m not sure if he can be trusted or not” she finished as Midas was interrupted by one
of the Engineering Techs.
“I’m not sure how; but why don’t you ask Miah, Zuul, Bexar and Myra in person” he said and they all
left the bunker to the staging area on the surface.

The sun was bright on the plaza outside the bunker’s staging area. Sure enough; the four of
them were there looking somewhat smug. Myra and Bexar came over to meet them while Zuul and
Miah went to talk with some of the Lander crews.
“I’ll explain how later, but Bexar would like you to take him to the Trask colony. He has some of the
communication headbands.” Myra said.
“I’m hoping these will work. Leeson’s data gave me a clue. Oh; the rest of the Fleet are staying in the
platform’s area as more ships from a local colony will be arriving. Mostly diplomats and officials; so a