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Chapter 1
My own involvement in the matter began on the 20th of Gemini, 585 FE, when I had read an article in the Gutenberg Times under the headline of "Is Angermund Going Red? The People's Liberation Navy Arrives at Angermund in Support of the Communist Coup." This is the first time anyone on Rutherford has heard of the events taking place on Angermund, so it struck us like thunder.
At the time, I was 14 Colonial Standard, or 28 local years old, which on Rutherford, as on every self-respecting Terran-descended colony are ignored in favor of “biological” Terran years, by which count I was 25. I was the Deputy Public Relations Officer of the now-defunct Socialist Workers' Party, a small revolutionary group of about 50 core members, and a few thousand "fellow-travelers," mostly brainwashed college students. We were small, but usually put on an appearance of strength, so these numbers may come as a revelation to those who are familiar with the group, but had no detailed knowledge of its workings.
As the news came in, we were surprised at first, but then the geo-political consequences began to dawn on us. If successful, the revolution on Angermund would establish the furthest outpost of communism and the Peoples' Republic would gain a major ally all the way beyond the Cazimir Gates, opening up a wealth of opportunities to spread revolution throughout the region. We had discussed this at an Extraordinary Session of the Central Committee, with 46 of us present, and excitedly passed a resolution praising the workers and peasants of Angermund in their struggle to defeat the capitalist oppressors. Of course, we did not know anything about the matter beyond what was said in the article, but that did not stop us from supporting the revolution out of principle.
The following weeks were spent in trying to gain as much information about the events in Angermund as possible. The local networks yielded nothing, so we passed an amendment to our yearly budget authorizing the spending of money on obtaining information about the matter. About 2 weeks, and 800 Colonial credits later, we had received the requested information, mostly from the Information Bureaus on Cazimir, Helmsley, Equinox, Anderson, and the reports from Angermund, before their relay station was destroyed. For the first time, we had heard about the war with the Republic of New Africa, and were dumbfounded. Their war was claimed to be a war of liberation against their white oppressors, and RNA had a strong socialist bend to its government. We began to wonder whether we chose the wrong side to support, but after another Extraordinary Session, decided to continue to support the communist faction of Angermund, since it was not the government that started the war against RNA, and because we had already passed a resolution supporting the struggle on Angermund. I also believe we had decided against the RNA because we could not access their side of the story, since they refused to "bow to the White Man" by translating their news into Colonial Standard, so it would be harder to garner support for them amongst the people.
At the same meeting, our leader, Chairman Carrie Blackmoor, had suggested that this is a great opportunity for our party to go from words to deeds, and we should contribute to the cause of the workers' struggle. The reaction to this has been mixed, with some eager to do something to help the first revolution in living memory, others doubtful of our ability to do so due to the great distance between Angermund and Rutherford, and the extremely small size of our party. I do not think that a recording or a transcript of the meeting survived to this day, but if it did, I would recommend that people view it, as the arguments, shouting and one fistfight recorded there would prove to be extremely interesting to all. The vote on the proposition was postponed until we had a more specific idea of what we were to do.
For the remainder of the week, we had continued our usual activities in various universities, including the University of Rutherford, stressing the Angermund revolution in light of Marxist theories of class struggle. I had written an article for our publication, the Socialist Struggle, which described the events taking on Angermund, and, as I have discovered later, was almost entirely false. However, since the Rutherfordian media was rather deficient on details, and few people would have the extra time, money, and interest in the matter to contact the Information Bureaus of the Cazimir Gate region nations, and especially since we claimed to get our information from a "secret source inside the Socialist Party of Angermund," no one came out to disprove it. As a result, the article gained a rather surprising popularity, and, I'm embarrassed to say, was even picked up by some mainstream media organizations, which had helped our budget tremendously.
On the next meeting, our Treasurer, Hugh Campen, had thanked me for my contribution to the cause. He then proceeded to make a speech saying that since the publication of the article, our budget has increased by what amounts to 45,000 Colonial Credits, far in excess of our needs. He then suggested that we donate the money to the struggle in Angermund, thus fulfilling our obligation to help our fellow comrades. This idea was received very warmly by our group. It was suggested, however, that we go further: given the warm reception the news have been received with, we could raise even more money for that purpose.
Using one of our most effective tools, the AFPAF (Alliance for Peace and Friendship), a front for our Socialist Workers' Party, we had organized a rally in Central Park on the 25th of Cancer. Over 15,000 attended, and we made quite a profit selling socialist literature proclaiming the evils of rampant profiteering. We also held a fund-raiser for "our revolutionary brothers and sisters." The money was supposed to go exclusively for humanitarian purposes, but we have found the cause too important to bother with such material things. The money, over 300,000 Colonial Credits was to be turned over to the Socialist Party of Angermund, to be spent in "any way necessary for the advancement of the cause of the Workers."
Next came the problem of actually delivering the money to Angermund. Usually, such transfers are a matter of wiring the funds to the local bank, followed by the shipment of gold bullion in a secure transport. Unfortunately, we had reason to believe that all banks on Angermund have been seized, meaning that we would have to deliver the money in person.
The thought of leaving Rutherford behind and actually traveling outside our solar system excited and frightened us at the same time. Space travel, even in this day, is neither safe, nor cheap or particularly comfortable, and very few Rutherfordians have ever been outside the system, mostly to our neighbors, St. Jeanne and Hampshire. To travel over 150 light years to Angermund would be a journey that would give any one who undertook it the reputation of "well-traveled." On the other hand, it would mean leaving one’s home for a period of at least 4 local years, possibly more, most of the time spent in a cabin on a ship, probably with very few entertainment options save for the usual holoporn fare.
I am still not sure what prompted me to volunteer for the mission. Certainly, the opportunity to visit foreign planets had its appeal, and I knew I would put the years spent aboard to good use. However, what I think appealed to me most was not just the desire for new experiences, but the urge to see how things really were. When writing the article, I had operated under my assumption of what a revolution must look like, now I wanted to see what it really was like. Unfortunately, it was, as I had discovered, nothing like I imagined.
To help keep the money secure during the trip, and to keep me company during the voyage and on Angermund, the Deputy Treasurer of our party, Brendan Leopold, had also volunteered for the mission. Our goals, as summarized by the Chairman during another Extraordinary Session, were to a) deliver the money and our best wishes to the leadership of the Socialist party of Angermund and b) use the time spent on Angermund to gain as much experience as possible in the matter of organizing and orchestrating a successful revolution, for possible use here on Rutherford. This task, I approached with all seriousness. I purchased an Anion-Coda micro-camera, and prepared to take extensive mental notes using my NeuroChip. It were these notes that allowed this book to be written.
The next order of business was to transfer the money into hard form, and to arrange passage to Angermund. That proved more difficult than we suspected. In the end, we had settled on getting aboard a passenger ship bound for Gippeswick in the Outer Territories, where we were to transfer to a TransitCorp torchship bound for Cazimir. There, we would have to make our own arrangements for transport during the final leg of our journey. We were supposed to leave on the 15th of Leo, aboard the Noordam.
Then, the first reports of the PLN blockade of Angermund came in.
The news shocked us. If we could not penetrate the PLN blockade, we could not reach the leaders of the Socialist Party, and our mission was over before it could even begin. We had discussed the news with Chairman Blackmoor, but she remained surprisingly calm. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything,” she said with a smile.
The incident that followed had had a great impact on me, and convinced me that there was perhaps something sinister about our party, something that none of our members ever suspected. I still remember it very clearly, despite it taking place over 16 years ago, and despite what happened afterwards.
The next morning, I was woken up by a call from Chairman Blackwood. I was surprised to find her fully dressed, despite the early hour. “How soon can you get to the McKinley airport? Half an hour, 50 minutes maybe, by groundcar?”. “ 70 minutes,” I stammered, confused and not fully awake. “Be there in half an hour.” By forgoing a shower and a shave, and with some creative driving on behalf of the groundcar taxi operator, I was able to make the airport in 67 minutes, only seven minutes late. In the terminal, I found Chairman Blackmoor, and also my companion-to-be on the trip, Brendan Leopold, looking equally disheveled and equally confused. The chairman, on the other hand, was dressed impeccably, although the redness of her eyes suggested that she did not get much sleep that night. Together, we proceeded to board a flight to New Amsterdam.
After a brief time in the air, we landed in the New Amsterdam airport, and proceeded to exit quickly. To my surprise, we did not hire a taxi or a self-drive, but instead, Chairman Blackmoor led us to a brown Helios aircar, completely unremarkable save for tinted windows, greeted the driver, and told us to get in.
To my surprise, the windows were impenetrable both ways, preventing us from looking out, as well as anyone from looking in. I wanted to ask Chairman Blackmoor where we were going, but she stopped my and Brendan’s questions with a gesture. Some 15 minutes later, I felt the aircar begin its descent, and a few more minutes after that we were on the ground. As I exited the car, my eyes adapted to the twilight inside the vehicle, I was blinded by the blue sun.
When I could finally see, I discovered that we were standing in a field of tall grasses. I looked around expecting to see the skyscrapers of New Amsterdam in the distance, but to my surprise, I could not find them. Only the thick trunk of the SkyLift cable going up into the sky as far as the eye could see reminded me that I was still in the vicinity of the city. The last thing I have noticed was a man lying on the grass, who smiled when he saw that he was noticed. The man was, undoubtedly, an agent of the People’s Republic, and I have notified the authorities about his presence here immediately upon my return from Angermund, and although he has probably been captured or fled the planet, I shall nonetheless refrain from describing him in this work.
The man got up and approached us. After exchanging a few words with Chairman Blackmoor, he turned to us. “So these two are the ones, eh?” he asked smiling. “They look trustworthy enough.” He stared at each of us for a few seconds, and I’ve got the feeling that we were photographed somehow. “John Henderson and Brendan Leopold, right? Well, listen carefully, and remember this well, because I’m only going to say this once. You’re going to Gippeswick for the torch to Cazimir, right? Well, when you go down to the planet, send an e-mail with the name of the place where you’ll be staying to an address Comrade Blackmoor will tell you before you leave. You’ll be contacted by a man named Aldberg Sanders. Answer his questions precisely, and you’ll get the entry permissions to Angermund. Oh ,and if you’re smart, you wouldn’t be discussing this with anybody.”
Bewildered, we made our way back into the aircar, and the airport. As we waited for a return flight, we tried to get any information we could out of Blackmoor, but she avoided answering any of our questions, and remained silent save for reaffirming the need for secrecy. . We began to harbor suspicions about Chairman Blackmoor’s ties to the People’s Republic, but it took the events on Gippeswick to make us sure of it.
The return trip to Gutenberg was uneventful, and while the encounter and the discovery that the leader of our party, someone I thought I knew well turned out to be involved in something clandestine had a great impact on me, I had manage to put it aside and focus on my work.
We spent the remaining days on Rutherford preparing for the trip. On the 15th of Leo, we flew to New Amsterdam, took the SkyLift to orbit, and used a shuttle to transfer to the Noordam, a 500,000 ton passenger ship bound for Gippeswick in the Outer Territories.
Have a very nice day.
-fgalkin
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