“...So that's how I successfully got under his skin and dragged him into a one-on-one fight.”
Their pillar boat looked down on a morning sea of clouds. From the rear pit, Terra listened to Diode with her face buried in both hands.
“Got under his skin? You were provoking him...? Was that all an act?!”
“An act? No, absolutely not.” Diode turned around, puzzled by Terra’s response. The day's deckwear was a deep crimson camisole dress with gold chain stitch fringes and a pair of tights, capped off with a striking lipstick. “I didn't need an act. That anger came naturally.”
“What about that ‘one, two’ thing?”
“Well, I wouldn't have gotten angry if he hadn’t kept bringing up points I personally wouldn't let slide, but I'd already completely lost it by the middle of the hearing. I was putting up with it through sheer force of will after that.”
“It was that bad?”
In contrast to Diode's engaging outfit, Terra wore a green maxi dress with a brown bust. Although the she’d intended ribbons adorning its sleeves and waist to be as chic and lovely as possible, she’d had completely forgotten they wouldn't have the same bounce once submerged in the biofluid gel. They’d plastered themselves to the dress instead.
Diode squinted and stared at Terra for a moment before turning around and sighing. “It was that bad. I mean, I thought that of anyone, you would be aware of people looking down on others from on high like that...”
“What do you have against being my being tall?!”
“I wasn't talking about your height. Why are you snapping at me like that?”
“Why?! Did you forget how furious you made the Clan Chief?!” Sensing that Diode's tone had gotten prickly, Terra hardened her own. “You might think it's okay because you’re not related to them, but making other people mad like that is going to cause trouble for us in the future.”
“Heh.”
“What do you mean, ‘heh’?”
“You still consider him family, even though he's like that.”
“I don't consider him family! I don't even like the guy!”
“Hmm.”
“And also... yes, getting under his skin might have been your strategy, but you didn't have to push it that far, did you? Dishcrash-san even had to apologize later. He told me, ‘His Excellency also went too far.’”
“What? Who?”
“Salem Dishcrash-san, the liaison.”
“I have no idea who that is.” Now that she mentioned it, Diode had been delivered by a different liaison. “I don't want to be told how far I should have gone after the fact, especially when it's a miracle that I managed to get into this ridiculous contest with the Clan Chief. If I hadn't, then the boat would have just been seized outright, I'd be deported, and you'd have to go back to looking for a husband. And anyway, to begin with, it’s you—”
“What?”
Diode had started to mumble something, but replied, “Nothing.”
Both pits fell silent. As she reflected on the argument, Terra began to regret it. She’d blamed the Clan Chief’s temper on Diode without really meaning to. It was the opposite of how she’d felt when Diode suddenly spoke up from the back of the Council Chamber. That’s not what I meant to say...
There were some other things Terra needed to ask, too. Just where did she disappear to after the meeting? Why was she dressed like she was hard up? Terra could roughly imagine the answers to those questions, but those answers were just that— imagination. She could imagine away, but she couldn't find the resolve to actually confirm the reality of Diode’s situation.
Nine days passed in that way. Eight days earlier, the Council of Elders promptly served them a legal brief describing how judgement by bachi orca fishing would be carried out. Terra hadn’t received a word from Diode in the meantime, aside from a single minicell message reminding her to be there on time the night before they went fishing. In other words, they had compared far fewer notes than usual. Are we really going to be able to catch bachi orcas while we're like this? You'd never guess from how assertive we'd been.
“...Really, why did we pair up?”
The boat violently rocked once. However, there were no clouds at their current altitude.
“Put that aside. Please prepare our tactical plan,” Diode said.
“Ah, right.”
Diode's unemotional tone came as an unexpected relief. Within moments, the boat fully reentered the atmosphere, their signal to start fishing. It would have to take priority over their argument going forward.
“Fishtracking!”
Terra brought up three screens: an optical pattern scan to her right, a radar scan to the left, and a lidar scan front and center—all scans from the multi-frequency fishfinder. Fishing boats in water made use of sound, but at FBB, where fishing targets could be anywhere from several dozens to hundreds of kilometers away, they had to rely primarily on electromagnetic waves. It was an effective technique because besshu, the target of their search, contained highly reflective metallic crystal structures. However, the atmospheric properties weren't so kind as to just let electromagnetic energy pass through anything and everything.
“There are currently forty-two besshu-like returns within a three-hundred-kilometer radius. Forty of them seem to be surfers, sweet mackerel, fire mackerel and spitting trevallies... so, basically migratory fish in the surface layers.”
“Those other two big returns, are those the ones we just passed?”
“Yes. Since they're inside the big cumulus clouds, those are probably sardines or herring.”
“No luck today, huh?”
They nodded at each other. It was nice to agree on something, no matter how trivial.
“None of the returns resemble bachi orcas, do they?” Terra asked.
“...It might be a little late to ask, but do you know anything about them?”
“Well, if it's just the basics...” Thinking back to her textbooks, Terra explained the following: Bachi orcas were heavyweight-class besshu. Their name was taken from marine mammals of the past, and although they had a similar shape and style of movement, they nonetheless differed in a number of ways. They were distinctive in that unlike other besshu, caught by the thousands or tens of thousands, they were caught by the head. They ranged between a few dozen to a hundred meters in length. The largest individuals, surpassing the 10,000-tonne mark, were called myriatonnes. As prey, they were generally regarded as high value due to their immense resource yield but made for less-than-ideal targets due to the difficulty in hauling enough heads to turn an efficient profit. If anything, they were more valued as a test of fishers' strength and courage.
Diode had a question. “Do you know how they move?”
“Vertical free-swimming mobility.”
“What's that?”
“You really don't know any of the basics, Die-san.”
“Just describe what that movement actually looks like, please.”
“By vertical free-swimming mobility, I mean that when they're swimming forwards, they can breach powerfully and dive deeply, so basically what you would call a dolphin jump!”
“Well, they splash around on the canopy of those super dense dustcloth clouds in areas where they stack up to almost twenty kilometers thick. Those clouds are sooty and stupid thick and made out of hydrazine, red phosophorus, and bake, so they won’t show up on fishtracking until they jump out. It's possible to track them from their splashes, but they have a tendency to dive again after only three or four hops, and their pattern of hopping is never consistent. Sometimes it’s right-left-left or left-right-right, so it's basically impossible to use it to catch them. Back on the Tsunami Search, I watched them dodge the novices' guesses and send them plunging into the clouds instead. They're the type of besshu that stay hidden until they decide to show themselves.”
“...”
“I can't speak in as much detail as you can, sorry.”
“Don't worry about it...”
Terra shrunk a little and started breaking into a cold sweat before she suddenly had an idea. “So, we should be looking for flat clouds that the fishtracking can't penetrate and post up there, right?”
Diode turned towards Terra and gave her a small smile. “That's right.”
The pillar boat had been formed into a long, narrow rifle cartridge, and tiny airfoil controls kept it slicing through the hydrogen atmosphere above a low sea of clouds at 3,000 kilometers an hour. They were within a small region of one of the planet's dark belts. Pure white cloud layers in the distance to their right towered ten kilometers above them, stretching away in both directions like a huge rampart. Those clouds marked one of the planet's zones, but being composed of ammonia crystals, the pair had no business there this time.
Various patterns began to take shape as they dropped altitude and approached the belt's dark clouds. Some formed along an orderly flow, some through wildly turbulent frontal collisions, and others still formed vortices where flows simply passed one another by. In the last case, they formed incredibly beautiful spirals—Terra was always enraptured by the scenes formed in the planet's clouds.
“Any prospects?”
“Ah, sorry. I was admiring the view and got distracted.”
“What? The clouds?”
“Yeah...” Terra had expected a scolding, but the girl twister said nothing.
They flew along an arc for about an hour, but sensing they weren't searching around the right clouds, Diode posed a question to Terra. “I know it's a little late to ask, but this is the airspace they inhabit, right?”
In the past, the Circs had deployed countless drones to get a rough sense of the planet’s besshu distribution. Most fishers still made use of the data acquired back then, so it stood to reason it was still valid here, too.
“There’s no mistaking it. The Clan Chief also came down near where we did.”
“So, where is he now?”
“According to satellite, he's in the seven o'clock direction about 2,400 kilometers away. He's flying on a completely different vector, though.” A wrong flight vector was the type of error to be expected from a planet 150,000 km in diameter.
Xeon's pillar boat wasn't the only vessel displayed on the open VUI panels surrounding Terra. More than ten boats had descended from Idaho alongside them, including the Council of Elders' jury boat, a rescue boat, and boats filled with curious onlookers. It was a spectacle. It didn't stop there, either. Idaho's Council of Elders was using a substantial portion of their comm satellite's bandwidth to broadcast the trial.
“We're pretty far from the Clan Chief, and there are a lot of people around. I wonder if we can trust them not to interfere.”
“What kind of person would interfere with fishing? Would he–”
“No, I certainly don’t think he would.”
Is the Clan Chief really someone we can trust? Terra was struck by her sudden doubt in his character. She had never thought anything of the sort before. She shook her head. No, no. Now’s not the time to doubt others. Him interfering would be pointless if our fishing’s not successful, wouldn’t it?
Terra took command of the fishtracker and booted up the radar’s Doppler scanning mode. Assuming bachi orcas lived in flat cloud stacks that electromagnetic waves couldn’t penetrate, then the level cloud surfaces must have formed where there were no vortices or disturbances to disrupt them. And if that were the case, measuring the relative speeds of their target clouds with the Doppler would give them a single-band visual on the right area to look.
She found an area fitting the criteria in seconds. “Die-san, 350 kilometers away at two o'clock! How about th—uwaah!” Before she could finish, the boat swerved right. Diode was under incredible mental pressure. The 17,000-tonne mass dove into an aileron roll.
After about five minutes, a dark, reddish-brown cloud resembling a plateau came into view. It was shaped by three or four currents which happened to be flowing in the same direction and had become confluent. Here and there, deep rifts revealed cross-sections through the complex, delicately shaded black layers within the drifting clouds.
“I see... So this is a dustcloth cloud.”
A small teardrop-shaped bulge appeared on its surface, barely large enough to register at first. No sooner had Terra clocked the bulge rapidly swelling upwards than the smooth body of a fish breached. It glided powerfully through the unobscured hydrogen atmosphere. The sparkling reflections on its twisting, dark red back made it look almost transparent.
Before long, it keeled sideways and descended, creating a splash that bloomed in crown-like majesty. Terra opened a scale on her display. What initially seemed like a splash of water no larger than a pinky was actually a huge, 50-meter-wide muddy swale rippling outwards. Two identical medium-length jumps followed before the fish finally disappeared into the cloud’s depths.
“It's a bachi! Incredible, you were right!” Diode's voice livened up. “Please begin the decomp. I know ‘a net in pursuit will leave you bald’, but all we can do is chase after them. Optimize for speed when you craft your net.”
“Ah, okay!” Looks like it jumped about a kilometer, if we're playing it by ear. I wonder why they jump...? Ah, focus—how should we go about catching it? “Maybe... a tunnel net with a large mouth and wide mesh to reduce air resistance?”
“We'll want the mesh to be able to veer for the sake of making tiny adjustments. I—no, Terra-san, could you manage that?”
“Maybe we could use the boards for steering? I'll try!”
Decompression—this time, the cartridge-shaped main body was left practically unchanged, since their priority was speed and maneuverability. A faint, thin fiber spooled away from the boat's underside, knitting itself into a cylindrical net almost double the pillar boat's size. Otter boards surrounded the net's mouth like flower petals, allowing the net to open, close, and turn. Terra closed her eyes as she conveyed her thoughts to the ship, and as she was finishing up the huge encumbrance below, she felt the noticeable sensation of drag.
“...Phew. Like this?”
“Let's see.” Diode swung the boat left and right, batting the fluttering net around. “Yeah, like that. Coming from you, this is surprisingly normal.”
“Sorry the way I usually do things isn't exactly normal!”
“But that’s your charm point, no? Let's go.”
The net slowed the boat below the speed of sound. Diode increased the power and flew lower.Terra turned up the radar's gain, probing for any tiny undulation of the cloud's surface. She alerted Diode the moment it began to swell.
“It's coming! Ah, but it's heading off to our–”
“I'll turn!”
Their prey began to emerge. It crossed left to right as it surged forward, and Diode responded by using a lateral propulsor to indirectly match its trajectory. The gigantic bullet-shaped boat kicked up an S-shaped splash of muddy clouds in its wake.
Then, the bachi surfaced. It was a beautiful creature, uncannily similar to the whales of ancient Earth. The only difference was its deep red, lustrous tint. Clouds sprayed from its powerful tail as it started its long jump—but Diode couldn't attempt her catch just yet.
“Right? Err... right, probably!”
Its first jump finished, the besshu decelerated and splashed into the cloud. It raced through the next 400 meters in the shallows before surfacing once again.
“Now!”
By that point, Diode loomed uncomfortably close to the besshu as she approached from directly behind. Whoom—its leap was so powerful they felt the impact of its tail against the cloud. Diode simultaneously maxed out the throttle to scoop up the big, powerful creature. Terra focused on the scene directly below them. Just as she stretched the net's mouth to swallow the streamlined besshu, though, it raised its right fin as if to greet them.
“Huh?”
Before she could even register that the orca had flapped one of its huge pectoral fins, the situation disintegrated into chaos. As the bachi orca keeled to the left, its right pectoral fin snagged the passing net. Then, falling forward into its dive, the long, powerful tail fin slapped the pillar boat's hull.
The physical sense of the orca's size, which had been hard to grasp up to that moment, suddenly became tangible. Its lower half alone massed 2,000 tonnes. It was a thick, flying bundle of carbon muscle moving at 1,000 kilometers per hour. When its tail smashed into the pillar boat and its lone flight propulsion jet, the boat instantly began tumbling through the clouds in an ungraceful spin that continued over nearly a dozen kilometers.
“OAAAGH!” “AAAHHH!”
The advanced boating system was capable of buffering an impact to the pits, but it was useless with the boat itself somersaulted every which way. They blacked out from the insane tumbling, and when they came to, spent five full minutes curled up and hugging their own heads.
“...Die-san, are you okaaay...”
“Well, I'm alive.” The only thing illuminating the darkness when Terra opened her eyes was the signal lighting. Diode tinkered with the VUI, frowning. “Looks like the boat flamed out. The net tore, too. At least we didn't split apart... All right, rebooting.”
Their boat was sinking through the cloud's interior, which looked like the cotton of yore. However, since the boat was made entirely of malleable AMC clay, it was possible to recover from even total disintegration so long as the people in the pits at the center of the boat were unharmed. Diode's piloting and a simple decomp from Terra quickly restored the boat to flight, and they began climbing.
Naturally, the bachi orca was nowhere to be seen when they reemerged from the cloud. Terra was dejected. “Looks like it got away.”
“Well, I guess that's what asymmetric meant.”
“But haven't you seen them before?”
“I was in the Tsunami Search. I only watched. This is my first time attempting to catch them.”
“And you still picked a fight like this in spite of that?!”
“Well, I thought it would be an easy victory since I’d be with you, you know?”
As she said that, a spinning planet icon popped up on the VUI and a robotic voice announced, “Trial boat to Terra Intercontinental Endeavour. This is to notify you Xeon Highhertz has caught his first head of bachi orca. Length 81 meters. Inertial mass 8500 tonnes.” The two fell completely silent. “The condition you must fulfill for a judgement of superiority is to exceed Xeon's catch in mass. The judging period will conclude once the trial boat marks sunset. —However, we observed your boat crash just now. Do you require rescue?”
Terra felt a bit of emotion in those last few words, but maybe that was just her imagination. It was nothing more than a standard phrase.
“This is Diode speaking. Rescue is unnecessary. We will continue with our fishing.”
“Understood.”
The communication cut. Diode spread her arms and upped the throttle. “Make the net's opening twice as large, please. We'll take on more than 10,000 tonnes of load instantly, so set an automatic disposal function, too.”
“O-okay.”
What would be the best shape for the net?—As she pondered that, Terra suddenly understood why Xeon had kept his distance from them.
Four hours passed without a catch.
Bachi orcas were asymmetric jumpers, which meant they displayed a behavior of jumping three times. They followed a right-left-left pattern at some times, a left-right-right one at others. However, the two realized the harsh reality of that term once they actually took on the challenge. Fundamentally, they had no way of telling whether the next jump would go left or right.
They couldn’t figure out why they couldn’t tell, either. The two encountered and lunged for bachi orcas time and again, observing them from nose to Ψ-shaped tail (a shape that was apparently called “bachi” in an ancient language) from point-blank range. No matter which sign they picked up on, the following jump never went the direction they expected.
“Did you see any veterans while you were in the Tsunami Search?”
“I did, but it's not like I know how they chose.”
“And you don't happen to have any acquaintances who would?”
“If I did, I wouldn't have washed up here with the Endeavours.”
“Sorry this clan really only knows about duplicity and making selfish, capricious decisions!”
“That’s not what I said, though?”
The strained mood hadn’t helped with the fishing. Resorting to force-feeding orcas to an ill-suited net simply caused it to tear once the orca keeled like on their first attempt. Since right and left were the only possibilities when it did keel, it should have been a 50-50 call, but for some reason they hadn’t made a single correct guess.
“Xeon Highhertz has caught his fifth head of bachi orca. Length 69 meters—” Coming only a dozen or so minutes after the last, the unwanted announcement from the judging boat only deepened their anxiety. It would be nice to dismiss those announcements as a hoax or bluff, but since they could be verified through the video stream on the general broadcast frequency, they probably weren't.
“Why don't we watch the broadcast, Die-san?”
“You want to steal our opponent's technique in the heat of battle?!”
“Since when was this a battle? If they’re showing it in public, then there shouldn’t be an issue with watching it, I think.”
“But if they're showing it openly, then there's no secret to see!” Diode stubbornly resisted the temptation to do some scouting, but her resolve wavered around the time Xeon made his seventh catch. “Let's watch,” she said, finally yielding.
A minute was all it took to understand. The gently curved tracks left by both Xeon's pillar boat and his prey were clearly visible on the cloud's surface in the video captured by the high-altitude broadcast boat. They realized why the orcas veered left or right the moment the broadcast recapped of all seven of Xeon’s catches.
“The orca's wake...?!”
“We got too close. We would have realized immediately if we’d watched from a higher vantage point!”
“I never had that view from the Tsunami Search. So there wasn’t anything to hide, it’s probably just fundamental knowledge. Since the orcas are a wake like that,” Diode said, looking up with a pained expression, “they have to be changing direction with their ventral fin. We couldn’t see it from directly above.”
“But whales don’t have anything like a ventral fin?!”
“Whales? What are those?” Diode had found the issue. Bachi orcas were indisputably besshu. They weren't the mammalian whales—introduced to multiple planets in the Galactive Interactive from Earth—that Terra was well-acquainted with from photo books.
“Xeon Highhertz has caught his eighth bachi orca head—” The transmission echoed. Terra faced upwards inside the slow-flying pillar boat, floating limp from exhaustion. We flaunted our skill like veterans before we took on a challenge we knew nothing about. That was shameless of us. Xeon's braggadocio seems to be the real deal, unlike ours. He's caught seven—no, eight heads. That's not the kind of know-how you get just from watching. I forgot besshu aren’t whales, too. I can’t blame Diode for that, I should have known better.
Terra moved on from those thoughts. Returning her attention to the broadcast, she saw that Xeon’s piloting obviously wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t outstanding, either. It was a very mature style: everything necessary, and only what was necessary. In comparison, Diode's piloting was lively, even brash, in comparison. It was something—how do I put it? It's exciting—much better. I don’t want this girl's skill to go to waste.
“Die-san.”
“What is it?”
“Why can't you catch them?”
“Are you trying to pick a fight?”
“I'm not trying—no, let's stop this.” Terra exhaled a sigh and raised her head. “I’m sorry. I phrased that badly. Die-san, to me, you're a genius. Despite that, you haven't caught anything. So, I assumed there’s a reason I didn’t pick up on.”
Diode reclined against an armrest in the pit's interior, as if gazing out at the distant sky. Then she sighed. “I'm sorry, too. I lost it.”
“It's okay.”
“The reason I can't catch them is... well, they avoid us right before they splash.”
“Avoid us...?”
Diode spun her whole body around. Terra moved in to listen. “They're not like the small fish. It’s like they’re predicting our next move instead of simply fleeing.”
“They’re watching us, then?”
“Seems like it. Maybe they have eyes—they react when I trim the aileron or use the side thrusters. But those are the only way we can steer, so I have no choice but use them.”
“Ah, then that was an issue caused by our current form. If that's the case, then maybe we could trick them by putting the rudder where they can't see it from below? We could even attach a surface piercing thruster to the hull to make us look like a fellow bachi breaching with a raised dorsal fin.”
“That sounds good,” Diode replied, her gaze fixed on Terra, “but even if that works, there’s no way to beat him anymore.” Diode looked off the side. On the distant horizon, the sun had begun to set through the thick atmosphere. FBB's short day was coming to an end. “Imitating him won't work at all. We have to abandon the fundamentals. What if we increased the number of nozzles and chased them at double speed? No... we'd run out of fuel and lose the ability to carry our catch... what if we rushed at them head-on and collided while passing them? No... if we collide too fast the boat will break up...”
Diode's desperate brainstorming reminded Terra of how she looked at the beer hall, when she showed the fragility of that strong face she put on. Diode may have looked and acted experienced, but she was still only 18 years old. Why did I pair up with this girl? Terra had taken a liking to the way Diode gave everything her all. Right, I forgot. She’s been like this from the moment we met, even before we went fishing.
Diode turned towards Terra and lashed out. “What are you smiling at, Terra-san?! Think through this together with me!”
Terra unintentionally burst into laughter. “Die-san, you're so desperate.”
“What?! What are you talking about? WHAT are you TALKING about?!”
“I think it's nice that you're like this.”
“What are you talking abouuut...” Diode's shouting trailed off as her shock lost its momentum. Her shoulders drooped.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh.” With that apology, Terra returned to her thoughts. “So, our problem has been finding a hint about how to do this, right? I don't know if it’s a path forward, but... there’s something I've been wondering about for a while.”
“What is it? At this point...”
“It's why they’re jumping like that.”
“Aren't they chasing prey?”
“Do they look like they're chasing prey?”
“Now that you mention it...”
Terra nodded as Diode gently shook her head. “They’re not, are they? Dolphins on Earth don't have a specific reason to jump like that. They do it just for fun, and I think they do it as a group. But well, bachi aren't dolphins or whales, are they?”
“Right.”
“And besshu eat each other, right?”
Diode raised an eyebrow, “Right.”
“And these besshu don't look like they're eating. So, what if it's the other way around?” Their eyes met. Diode’s breath caught as Terra looked into her dark blue eyes.
Before long, the girl's long eyelashes shot up as her eyes opened wide. “So, there's something behind them?”
“There has to be, right? And at this rate, I'm not sure if—”
“It doesn't matter if it's useful or a waste of time, let's fish for it?”
Now it was Terra's turn to freeze at an incredibly direct proposal. “S... so it comes down to this?”
“Comes down to what? Did you not have fishing in mind when you brought that up?”
“No, I’m just feeling a little rattled...”
“Let's fish,” Diode firmly stated before turning her back to Terra. She expanded the VUI panel once again and accelerated the boat. “I'm going to take us there, and I'm going to trust you to catch it.”
“H-how?”
“It's your job to think of a way. No, actually, to imagine a way.” Diode looked at Terra and gave her the day's best smile. “You can do whatever you want. I'll definitely fly all out, so please all go all out with your decompression.”
“Only a few seconds remain to sunset. Ten—five, four, three, two, one. The day has ended. The judgement is complete.”
“Phew! It's over.”
The twister Xeon Highhertz Endeavour turned his pillar boat away from the twilight. He had been setting up to chase the last head, but time ran out just before he reached the approach. Still, he was certain his catch had been sufficient.
“Pohi, how many did I catch?”
“A total of 11 heads massing 69,100 tonnes,” his decomper—in other words, his wife—Pohi Nootka replied bluntly. “You certainly were enthusiastic, even though you didn’t need to go all out like that.”
“It was necessary to teach insolent kids like them the difference in our power. Besides, I didn't go all out, I would say this was a mere 70% effort.”
“Well, you are childish in that way.” Pohi turned away. Despite talking back, she still played the role of a proper decomper. That is fine—thought Xeon. Those two should be like Pohi and just do as they're told. Yet, despite the fact they stood to lose nothing by doing justthat...
“Clan Chief, may I inquire as to Your Excellency's results?”
“Not bad, Salem.”
Xeon reported his results to the liaison in the trial boat as soon as contact had been established. Pohi butted in before they could finish.
“Salem, how did it go for those girls?”
“Their final catch was one head.”
“I see...”
“They put on that huge production, and that's all they have to show for it?!” Pohi shut her mouth as Xeon burst into laughter. “I watched the broadcast myself in the middle of it, but it looked more like they were testing a number of things. Did they discover how the bachi can see us?”
“That was not the case, but Your Excellency does understand the workings, no?”
“Of course. I would not be able to catch them if I didn't.”
Through many years of experience, Xeon had come to the conclusion that bachi orcas have infrared vision. Radar frequencies didn’t penetrate the dirty air of dustcloth clouds, but a band of infrared waves could. Since pillar boats were visible at those wavelengths, it was possible to trick the orcas by cooling the bottom hull. That prevented the orcas from noticing they'd made a mistake until the very last second, massively improving the odds of a successful catch. It was a secret technique; one he kept from rookies and close friends alike.
“So, we shall be seizing their boat. It seems this will be a very unsatisfying conclusion for them.”
“Then that is your decision. However, Your Excellency... there is one detail, if you would allow me to explain?”
“What?”
“The catch they have brought in, that single head of bachi orca, weighs approximately 58,000 tonnes.”
Xeon was speechless.
“Heeh...!” Pohi squealed, leaning forward. “58,000? That isn't a mistake? My, my. Doesn't that surpass last year's weight record? Maybe even the year before last?”
“It is an all-time weight record, Madam. The record mass before today was 14,600 tonnes.”
“Oh my, oh my! What now, dear?”
Xeon shooed off his wife, who seemed inexplicably merry, and spoke to the liaison, “I am the victor, whether it is in mass or in heads. I correct?”
“Indeed, Your Excellency.”
“Then, there should be no questions.”
“Yes, that is true. However, per Your Excellency's instructions, their 58,000 tonne bachi orca catch was broadcast to the entirety of the Circs. Thus far, they have received commendations from the Jack-of-All-Trades and Radenvijaya clan seats on the Council of Elders. Conversely, Gendō clan has filed a declaration that they intend to rescue the maiden that the 'crafty Endeavour clan set up as a twister’ using any means necessary.”
“Gendō or the like have nothing to do with me!” Yell as Xeon might, he still recognized that the situation had turned into a mess. Punishing fishers officially commended by other clans would call his own abilities into question. Circs routinely traded excessive praise and criticisms of one another’s skills, but it was unwise to ignore commendations. However, it was safe to ignore the Gendō declaration. The accusation was baseless and likely a misunderstanding, but if Xeon turned over the girl named Diode to them, he might as well be admitting to the claim.
“So, they think a commendation will completely change my position and praise little missy to death? Absolutely not!”
“Indeed, it would not. Therefore, I believe you should proceed with the previously agreed-upon punishment for now.”
Xeon ground his teeth, his expression souring as he noted what his liaison Dishcrash was insinuating. “What you believe, nor what the other Elders believe they gain from this matter to me. However, I will not oppose a more satisfactory compromise if one is available.”
“He means to say that you can deal with it!”
“Be quiet!” Xeon yelled at Pohi, who had butted in, then gave a signal with his eyes.
“Very well. If you will excuse me.” Dishcrash cut the communication. The Clan Chief was ultimately uninterested in what his liaison did or didn't do.
“Hey, Die-san, what do you think all that was about just now? What do you think? Hey!”
“Well, who knows. I don't know anything all those strange messages sent by Elders we don’t know.”
A tall, excited woman was attempting to detain a small, dejected woman in conversation at the exit of Idaho's arrival terminal. They wore jumpers and pants like they were just wrapping up a stroll around the neighborhood, but the subject of their conversation was nowhere near that casual.
“Dishcrash-san said, ‘to follow the ruling, we will seize the boat at first, however–’. He said ‘however’! He even winked! It must mean something like that, right? It's definitely something good, isn't it?”
“I said that I don't know.”
“Huh, really?! By the way, Die-san, why are you so down about this? Our catch weighed 58,000 tonnes! 58,000 tonnes! Bonus-san's soul left his body when we tried to haul it through the fish gate, didn't it?! Wasn't that a huge triumph?! There really was an even bigger monster chasing the bachi! My blood ran cold! But you were like, zoooom! And then woooom! Then we just gulped it down!”
“Seriously, can you please stop acting like an idiot in public?!” Diode shouted at Terra, who was being loud and stretching her arms wide, and bared her small fangs as she darted out of the lobby. In fact, the arrival terminal was packed with people who had seen the broadcast and rushed over to catch a glimpse of the historic catch as it was processed into resources.
“Die-san!” This time, Terra was going to make sure that she couldn't run away. She slinked after the girl, keeping pace with Diode from behind exactly like a wolf would stalk its prey. “Sorry, I was only thinking about what we might have accomplished. I got carried away.”
“I could tell that much, at least...”
“But I think Dishcrash-san really can live up to our expectations. He promised he wouldn't tell anyone else, since the way we caught the bachi is our own secret method!”
Diode used the microgravitational ambient, a condition which extended to the outskirts of Fisherman's Wharf, to kick off into midair. Grabbing onto some pipework, she turned around. “Listen!”
“Yeah?”
“You keep going on about Dishcrash this, Dishcrash that. It's annoying!”
“His name does kind of sound like someone dropped a plate.”
“He’s not important. Don’t you think you’re the star of the show here?!”
“Huh?”
“When that 140-meter-long besshu went like ‘zoooom’ right before our eyes, when you ‘woooomed’ at it with the decomp, and when you ‘gulped it down’ with the entire boat—all of those were brand-new sights to me. I've never even heard of anything like them! Aren't tension and release opposites? Are you some kind of freak who produces adrenaline and oxytocin at the same time?!”
“I don’t even get the meaning of that insult.”
“Never mind that!” Diode gulped, returning to a neutral expression before continuing, “I didn’t have the courage to go after another one of those beasts carrying the one we already had. In the end, it was my fault we lost.”
“Is that why you're so down?”
“I mean, that was a fight I picked.”
“Not really.” Terra gently smiled and extended her hand. “We picked that fight. It made me happy when you spoke up for me back then.”
“Terra-san...” Upon seeing Terra's extended hand, Diode grimaced. “Why didn't you tell me that sooner?! Instead of going on about the Clan Chief being angry or whatever...”
“I'm sorry I wasn't honest with you... I felt like I needed to put my foot down since I’m older. Thank you, though.”
“Ngh...” Hanging her head, Diode accepted Terra's hand. It didn’t look like she would run away anymore. Her hand is so small. Terra felt it. Diode's fingers were small and slender, but when she operated the boat, they moved with the speed and precision of an ancient pianist. It was an incredibly strong, cute hand. When the girl took her hand the night they first met, it had been cold as ice. Even now—no. Now it's warm. Blood flowed through it, gradually warming it up a little.
A familiar smoky scent of medicinal herbs faintly wafted from her body. Her downcast face turned away.An ear peeked through silver hair. The moment Terra caught sight of it, she felt warmth gently spreading from the hot water tap that had just burst open in her breast. Mm...?
“Um, Die-san.”
“...Yes?” Her response was faint, barely a whisper. Terra leaned in and replied with a whisper of her own.
“Why don't you come stay at my place with me?”
“Why...?”
“Why?” A reason, a reason... Ah, there's one. “Die-san, you've been living rough, haven't you?”
Diode's slender shoulders jumped in surprise. When she turned to Terra, her face was flushed with shame. “...So I've been found out?”
“Call it intuition, since you were dressed like a boy back at the meeting with the Council of Elders. I took it to mean you’re sleeping somewhere a girl really shouldn’t be.”
“......”
“I should have noticed earlier that you weren’t staying in any of our ship’s hotels after the Bow Awow ended.” And that’s when I should have gone looking for you, without any weird hang-ups. “Where have you been crashing? Under the cleaning duct basin? In the food ingredient composting area? Or–”
“Well... I’ll make anywhere work some way or another when I need sleep, whether or not the Bow Awow is happening, and whether I’m with the JTs or Endeavours,” Diode mumbled with an embarrassed look. “They'd be pretty unimaginable to you, so I'd prefer if you didn't imagine them in the first place...”
“What’s... that supposed to mean?”
“That it wasn't somewhere decent.”
“Then that's bad, isn't it?! Please! Stay at my place!”
“But the Council of Elders is about to issue a deportation order.”
“They probably won’t. No, even if they do, we'll fight it!”
“There's no use...” Diode said, gently letting go of the hand that had been holding hers. It looked like something had suddenly come to mind. “Listen, Terra-san, there's something I'd like to ask you.”
“Yes?”
“Are you always so eager to invite strangers to come stay with you?”
“Absolutely not,” Terra said, shaking her head. “Die-san, you aren't a stranger, you know?”
Looking slightly downward, Diode immediately asked, “Then, what am I to you?”
A heavy package had finally arrived.
If we're not strangers, then... just what are we? Coworkers? Friends? Accomplices? Partners? All of those felt a little off the mark. The way those terms didn’t fit troubled Terra, who sensed there was an extremely important reason for that.
“For now, we share a boat.” Terra carefully placed the heavy package on a shelf for the time being. “There’s no question that you and I need each other. So, don't you think it would be nice to live somewhere where we can easily get in touch with one another?”
Diode's eyes wandered about for a few seconds before she sighed. “Yeah.” She nodded one, two, three times. “You're probably right, since you might suddenly disappear on me.”
“Isn't it the other way around?”
“You think so?”
They looked into one another's eyes, studying the other’s feelings. Their eyes said, I think that’s fine—probably.
“Yeah I... don't think that’s happening,” Terra said.
“Me neither.”
“You’re the one who’s most at risk, of course.”
“Yeah, no doubt.”
“So, taking all of that into consideration and thinking strategically, why don't you come live together with me?”
Terra could tell the expression Diode wore was to mask her feelings. Diode slowly nodded. “All right. I really don’t have any other choice.”