"Andrew J. Offutt - Spaceways 17 - The Carnadyne Horde" - читать интересную книгу автора (Offutt Andrew J)

Carnadyne Horde. The Horde is as necessary to us as a stick is necessary to
fend off an attacking chulwar. And when we have convinced enough planets to
divert their wealth away from TGO, that gang of thieves will behave like the
beast of prey it is. ''TGO, however, is not yet starving. The Carnadyne Horde
is premature." Eks inclined his head toward an astonishingly tall man sitting
three seats to his left. "With all due respect to Master Strategist Surdiakah,
it is impossible to start a revolution. One is certain to lose. Only when we
have enough planets on our side will there be a revolution. And the violence
will come from TGW. Governments-through their military and police-will
invariably resort to violence as their last ditch effort to retain their
power. Until then, they have the legitimized 'consent' of their citizens
and-" "Is there a point to this histrionics lesson, Marek?" The Master
Strategist glowered at Eks. 34 They looked levelly eye-to-eye with one another
even though one stood and the other sat. "Time, Surdiakah. In time I can have
enough Protected planets totally on our si-" Surdiakah laughed in deep
mockery. "Again you plague this council with your pitiful scheming. We all
know that your Mindrunning takes second place to your grave-robbing. We
gratefully accept the funds thus generated, but the idea that pre-space
barbarians can contribute anything to a revolution against a technologically
superior and devious enemy is less than ridic-" Fool! Eks took a deep breath
and slowly straightened to lift his fists from the table. "Myrzha Surdiakah,"
he said, "I have always considered the Council of Ninety-Three to be composed
of persons who place individual freedom above all other considerations. What
could be more oppressive than to prevent the movement of knowledge between
sovereign minds?" "The contribution Of primitives to our resistance would be
minuscu-" "They wouldn't be primitives by the time I got through with them!"
Marekallian Eks turned to address the the entire chamber. "Friends and
comrades," he began. "Oh, Booda," Surdiakah moaned. "This revolt against
tyranny must not be tainted by elitist preconceptions about the worth of any
sentient being. For me, the largest fleet in the Galaxy would be worthless if
no one knew what it was fighting for. The collapse of the Empire proved that!
Guerilla tactics and education are what we require. Combined with the
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systematic evasion of TGW, TAI, and TSP enforcement and extortion, we can
prove to the doubtful that they can survive and thrive without the
'protection' of this proto-empire." "Does your wearisome aria have a
conclusion?" The Master Strategist stared at Eks with a jaundiced
gaze. 35 Pos. First, however, you get the cadenza. "Only this. If the yoke of
TGO is ever to be thrown off our necks, we need popular support. That requires
publicity, not secrecy." A murmur circulated through the crowd. Eks held a
finger up. "Every time a smuggler evades a policer or a bureaucrat is roughed
up by an angry citizen, the fact should be played up. Some news services
admire that roguish aspect of spacefarers." "This is a revolution," a squat
Andran shouted, "not a holomeller!" "Revolution," Eks countered, "is show
business. No one will notice it otherwise! If the masses don't see what we're
doing to help them, they won't care a flaining jinkle about joining us!" The
Outie turned and stormed out of the chamber. Surdiakah-Master Strategist-rose