{"id":400,"date":"2024-05-04T14:07:18","date_gmt":"2024-05-04T18:07:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.ardath-rekha.com\/wips\/?p=400"},"modified":"2025-01-28T23:51:39","modified_gmt":"2025-01-29T04:51:39","slug":"identity-theft-chapter-26","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ardath-rekha.com\/wips\/identity-theft-chapter-26\/","title":{"rendered":"The Changeling Game, Chapter 26"},"content":{"rendered":"<style type=\"text\/css\">\ntt {\nfont: .857em menlo, monaco, consolas, monospace;\nmargin: auto;\n}\nh2 {\ntext-align: center;\n}\nh2.chapterhead {\nmargin-bottom: 2em;\ntext-align: center;\n}\n  .nowrap {\n    text-indent: 0;\n    display: inline-block;\n}\n<\/style>\n<p><b>Title:<\/b> The Changeling Game <small>(Formerly <i>Identity Theft<\/i>)<\/small><br \/>\n<b>Author:<\/b> Ardath Rekha<br \/>\n<b>Chapter:<\/b> 26\/?<br \/>\n<b>Fandom:<\/b> TCOR AU<br \/>\n<b>Rating:<\/b> T<br \/>\n<b>Warnings:<\/b> Adult themes, controversial subject matter, harsh language<br \/>\n<b>Category:<\/b> Gen<br \/>\n<b>Pairing:<\/b> None<br \/>\n<b>Summary:<\/b> For a brief span of time, Jack and Kyra settle into a kind of normal existence. For a very relative definition of normal, anyway.<br \/>\n<b>Disclaimer:<\/b> The characters and events of <i>Pitch Black,<\/i> <i>The Chronicles of Riddick,<\/i> and <i>The Chronicles of Riddick: Dark Fury<\/i> are not mine, but belong to Universal Studios.  I just <i>wish<\/i> I were in charge of their fates.  No money is being made off of this.  I\u2019m writing strictly for love of the story.<br \/>\n<b>Feedback:<\/b> Absolutely, the more the better!  Shred me, whip me, beat me, make me feel grammatical! I post \u201crough,\u201d so I can always use the help. \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n<input type='hidden' bg_collapse_expand='69e4e9dd2c6fb0015094858' value='69e4e9dd2c6fb0015094858'><input type='hidden' id='bg-show-more-text-69e4e9dd2c6fb0015094858' value='Long post is long. Click to read the story.'><input type='hidden' id='bg-show-less-text-69e4e9dd2c6fb0015094858' value='Hide the story again.'><button id='bg-showmore-action-69e4e9dd2c6fb0015094858' class='bg-showmore-plg-button bg-green-button  '   style=\" color:#D9ECFB;\">Long post is long. Click to read the story.<\/button><div id='bg-showmore-hidden-69e4e9dd2c6fb0015094858' ><\/p>\n<h2 class=\"chapterhead\">26.<br \/>\n<u>A Momentary Lapse from Madness<\/u><\/h2>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">It took slightly over a Federacy Standard week\u2014four of Tangiers Prime\u2019s strangely elongated day-and-night cycles and some change\u2014before Jack could finish making fake IDs for Kyra, Tomlin, and herself.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">The process itself probably took only eight or so hours of her time for each one. But that time had to be divided up into small chunks over the week, each step requiring her to wait for databases to update with new, carefully falsified information, or for a human operator somewhere to review and clear requests that seemed to come from legitimate official sources, or just for redirected funds to finish moving around and become available for the plundering. It might have taken less time if Jack hadn\u2019t also spent extra hours erasing her back-trail in the system once some of the riskier steps were completed.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">In between, she and Kyra found that they had a lot of other things to do. Learning how to safely \u201cisomorph\u201d between U1 and Elsewhere topped the list.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">They practiced whenever they could. During high tides\u2014never quite as high as that first night\u2019s tide, until the monster wave in the dawn hours two and a half Tangiers days after they\u2019d met with Tomlin\u2014they used the water to buoy them as they practiced safely navigating their way through physical objects like walls, floors, and ceilings. They learned\u2014after a variety of disturbing and comical mishaps\u2014how to consistently make their clothes accompany them on an isomorph, and how to pick up objects from one world and transfer them to the other, and then back. Or not.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Their apartment, now spotless largely thanks to Kyra, acquired unusual decorations brought back from Elsewhere: pale, beautiful twists of driftwood, a chunk of brilliant scarlet coral that they\u2019d found floating through their rooms during their second night, and several exotic shells that had floated through as well. A small ten-legged crustacean, found clinging helplessly onto a piece of driftwood after the monster wave had passed, now lived under their dresser, feasting upon the large insects that infested the building whenever any made the mistake of entering their unit, and periodically creeping over to stare up at Jack in fascination while she worked on building the infrastructure for the fake IDs. Once, she had looked down to find it sitting companionably on her foot, its eyestalks pointed at her face.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">When the tides were out, they still practiced, finding empty, deserted spaces where they could work on learning the differences in the geographies of each world and how to account for them. They learned how to switch quickly between \u2019verses, how to \u201cfade\u201d between them, and how to negotiate differences in the two terrains without getting caught in anything. Kyra, in particular, wanted to practice using combat moves while isomorphing in one direction or another.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cWhere did you learn to fight like this?\u201d Jack asked her on the second day, as Kyra patiently showed her how to position her body to deliver a stronger kick.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cI watched the boys back home a lot,\u201d Kyra told her. She still didn\u2019t seem to like talking about life before the standoff and massacre, but she had begun to open up more. \u201cThey didn\u2019t teach girls this kind of thing. We were supposed to be homemakers. But they didn\u2019t care if we were nearby doing our chores during their lessons. Some of the boys would show off a little if we were there.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Jack had already discovered that Kyra was a remarkably quick study, not eidetic like her, but whip-smart and capable of intense focus. It didn\u2019t surprise her to learn that she\u2019d spent much of her days eavesdropping on subjects the Fathers of New Christy refused to teach girls, and then had sneaked out at night to practice what she\u2019d seen when nobody would see or know. The boys of New Christy had been taught karate, boxing, and some other combat styles whose names she hadn\u2019t caught, and she\u2019d relentlessly worked to become better than any of them at all of them, while still completing her stultifying list of \u201cwomanly\u201d chores.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">The latter explained, Jack reflected, how she\u2019d been able to transform their apartment from a filthy hole in the wall to clean, light, and airy in less than two of New Marrakesh\u2019s crazy-long days.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">The only weapons Kyra hadn\u2019t been able to practice with, along the way, were guns, and only because she hadn\u2019t been able to find a way to keep people from hearing her shoot them off in the middle of the night. But she\u2019d taught herself how to aim with bow and arrow, with darts, with knives\u2026 and had adapted that knowledge to gun sights and small firearms as best she could. There were infrequent occasions when, in an attempt to put the girls of New Christy in their place and prove to them that \u201cmanly\u201d subjects were beyond their reach, one of her male peers would let her and the other girls handle or even shoot a gun, and she used those opportunities to hone her aim while pretending to have no idea what she was doing.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cZach loved to make fun of girls by getting them to try to shoot,\u201d she explained. \u201cMost of them were playing dumb, too. They\u2019d act like their fingers weren\u2019t strong enough to even pull the triggers. <i>Please.<\/i> Like the work we were doing every day had left us with delicate little hands\u2026 I guess they knew the boys would eat it up, though. But I didn\u2019t play <i>that<\/i> helpless. He\u2019d tell me that he wanted me to hit the green bottle on the fence, and I\u2019d act like I was aiming for it, but I\u2019d really aim for the knot on the fence post next to it, or the can on its other side. He\u2019d think I was missing when I was making bullseyes. And he was <i>always<\/i> willing to keep laughing at me if I wanted to keep \u2018trying.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Kyra, Jack thought, was not nearly as much of a stranger to let\u2019s-pretend games as she seemed to think she was. She just hadn\u2019t learned\u2014yet\u2014how to mimic that many roles. She had two down pat, though: prim, proper quasi-Puritan girl-child\u2026 and the ominous, deadly icon of the Killer\u2019s Club that Stacey and Colette had idolized. Jack suspected that her friend still didn\u2019t know who the <i>real<\/i> Kyra behind either of those masks actually was.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">By the time of the standoff, although no one else had known it, Kyra was already the deadliest fighter in New Christy, at least among the children and teens, and needed none of the hurried defensive training they reluctantly gave to the community\u2019s womenfolk.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">It had been a startling moment for Jack when she realized that Kyra had been born on Earth, decades before the devastating nuclear war that had finally driven almost all of humanity off the world of its origin.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Part of her had known it, of course; she\u2019d done a report on the New Christy Enclave and knew that their sublight ship had left Earth\u2019s orbit in 2087. But Kyra <i>remembered<\/i> Earth. She had been six years old when she and her family had boarded a shuttle to the Gateway Prime shipyards on the promise that, at the other end of their long interstellar journey, they would find the agrarian paradise that her father insisted was what God intended for them. She remembered the world of concrete and leaden skies that she\u2019d lived in before then with nostalgia; that, for her, was the world of her innocence before everything had begun to go wrong.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Kyra didn\u2019t realize that Jack\u2019s questions about her old life had a secondary purpose: she wanted to create an identity that her friend would be able to comfortably live within, with a background that wouldn\u2019t be difficult to recall or relate to. It was the same reason that she spent hours learning everything she could about Gavin Brahim Tomlin.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">The people she had thought of until then as \u201cBerber,\u201d it turned out, preferred to be called Amazigh in the singular, Imazighen in the plural. That much she\u2019d gleaned from the local shopkeepers and food vendors. Le Rif was Amazigh territory, although no one much minded their intrusion into it. Still, Jack had learned quickly that only outsiders referred to them as \u201cBerbers,\u201d and that if they wanted to be viewed as friends, they needed to adjust their vocabulary a little. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cIt is not a kind name, you see,\u201d Takama\u2014rapidly becoming Jack\u2019s favorite food cart vendor\u2014had told her with a gentle smile as she dished up a fragrant bowl of spiced lamb and barley, placing two <i>medfouna<\/i> beside it. \u201cIt\u2019s what colonizers have called us for thousands of years, but it has never been our name for ourselves. The Greeks, the Romans, the Arabs, the Spanish, the French\u2026 it comes from the same root as \u2018barbarian,\u2019 and that is how they all saw us. To them we were unruly children, meant to be enslaved. We were not meant to govern our own lives in their eyes. Even now, on this beautiful new world, there are those who wish us to subsume our identity to theirs, who refuse to acknowledge that our traditions are no more primitive than their own.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">That had given Jack a great deal to think about, and she had resolutely struck \u201cBerber\u201d from her vocabulary. Kyra, who had never heard of them before coming to Tangiers Prime, did the same with even greater ease. From the Imazighen, Jack had learned far more about Tomlin, the man, than she\u2019d been able to glean from the networks; he was a local hero.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Almost forty Standard years earlier, Cedric Tomlin, from the Scottish colony world of New Alba, had come to Tangiers Prime as a combat flight instructor. He had swiftly fallen in love with the world, and more specifically, with Safiyya Meziane, a linguistics professor who taught second-language courses in all four of Tangiers Prime\u2019s official languages: Arabic, Tamazight\u2014the language Jack had thought of, until then, as \u201cBerber\u201d\u2014French, and English. They had married, and a year later had given birth to a son who received names reflecting both of his heritages.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Gavin Brahim Tomlin had inherited his mother\u2019s facility with languages and his father\u2019s love of flying. He had trained as a combat pilot and had fought in dozens of deadly skirmishes with starship \u2019jackers who tried to prey upon the Sol Track shipping lanes where they intersected with the Tangiers system. Many of those battles had crept into local legend and had earned him the nickname \u201cEl Krim\u201d among the Le Rif\u2014or, Takama told her, just Rif\u2014community.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Now thirty-five, Tomlin had retired \u201cyoung\u201d from flying after the last major \u2019Enza variant sidelined him for nearly a year. The gossip Jack had gleaned from Takama was that, although he\u2019d taken several months to recover from the illness, what had very nearly crippled him was the loss of his wife Thiyya, four months pregnant with what would have been their first child, to the disease.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">With no guarantee that he would recover enough to be recertified for combat flight, he had retrained and then taken up a position with Tangiers Prime\u2019s Space Traffic Control two years later. His hire was considered a major coup, because in addition to being a local hero, he was a polyglot like his mother and was fluent in almost all of the languages used by ships\u2019 crews that came through the Tangiers system. He had been on duty on Tangiers Station A when the <i>Scarlet Matador<\/i> had contacted him a Standard day earlier than expected.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">If the crew had told him that they <i>weren\u2019t<\/i> trained or certified to land the ship on the planet\u2019s surface, Jack realized, he could have boarded it and handled the landing for them personally. And, undoubtedly, would have done so without a second thought.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">The rest of his story was, for the moment, classified, and she\u2019d worked hard to get access to it. Rather than handing the crisis off to someone else, Tomlin had coordinated with the surface to set up a landing and quarantine zone for the <i>Matador<\/i> before  taking a shuttle to New Marrakesh to oversee everything personally, even sleeping\u2014as Jack had overheard in the flyer\u2014in its Ground Control headquarters to ensure that he would be immediately available if the <i>Matador<\/i> called. Once the ship had been fully evacuated and the passengers and crews had been quarantined in the top six floors of the hospital tower\u2014<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\"><i>Six floors,<\/i> Jack thought with sadness. <i>Only four of those floors stayed above the tide that night.<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u2014he had briefly been replaced by a designated representative of the Quintessa Corporation, who had taken over \u201coversight\u201d of the quarantine. After eighteen people died on her watch, despite the Corporation\u2019s attempts to stay in control, the planetary government overruled them and had even made veiled threats about an inquest into Threshold Syndrome if they obstructed Tomlin\u2019s command again. He had been put back in charge, and while Quintessa had sharply questioned his recent decision to move the <i>Matador<\/i> survivors from the swanky Mansour Plaza to the highest completed levels of New Marrakesh\u2019s still-under-construction Othman Tower, nobody was impeding his decisions\u2026 yet.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Things were tense there, but so far it had remained the prickly tension of people who were overtly polite to each other even as they worked at cross-purposes. None of Jack\u2019s delvings into higher security systems had turned up signs that Quintessa viewed Tomlin as any kind of active threat. Yet.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">No one had died since he had taken back command.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">From all of this information, Jack slowly wove together identities that she hoped Kyra and Tomlin would each find comfortable to take on, ones that would play to their strengths and explain away their weaknesses without drawing too many comparisons to the personas they would be leaving behind. The identity she constructed herself, although every bit as durable, was simpler, credentialing her developing technical skills so that she could join the next supply crew headed for Furya without too many questions. The next scheduled supply ship was a month away; with luck, she would be on it.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Jack, who no longer believed that luck was in any way on her side, planned to make sure that she was the best possible candidate for the job when it opened. In the rare moments when none of their other agendas dominated her time, she relentlessly studied the technical schematics of commonly used supply ships.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">The news from Helion Prime interested her, as well. Relay drones, capable of traversing the Sol Track lanes at speeds that no ships with lives on board could, had already brought stories of the scandal gripping the Aceso Psychiatric Hospital of New Athens.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\"><i>New Athens?<\/i> That startled Jack, who had spent her whole time on Helion\u2014which was, she realized, derived more from Greek than Arabic\u2014thinking that she was in a city called New Mecca. Heather had teased her about it, but she still hadn\u2019t quite grasped how much of her understanding of that world had been shaped by Imam Abu al-Walid\u2019s startling parochialism. Would Riddick, she wondered, have been so complacent about leaving her in the man\u2019s care if he had realized?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\"><i>You have to let it all go,<\/i> she scolded herself. <i>He\u2019s gone his way and you\u2019ve gone yours. You\u2019ll never meet again. It\u2019s done. Don\u2019t worry about what he was thinking.<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Director Flint and several of his subordinates were under investigation, both for enrolling patients in experimental treatments and then attempting to cover up negative outcomes and, more interestingly, for maintaining lax security that had resulted in dozens of patients acquiring illicit staff accounts within the system.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">The Killer\u2019s Club, it seemed, hadn\u2019t been the only ones who had pulled that trick.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Careful checking showed that nobody had discovered <i>her<\/i> account, which she had hidden behind law enforcement code once she had the run of the system, but all of the others had been found. Although Stacey was never named, her violent porn collection, also in the possession of several underage boys in the male wards, had become a topic of heated debate and recrimination. The rationalization that the staff had had for letting them keep it\u2014that their willingness to voluntarily surrender it would be a sign of their recovery\u2014was lambasted by other experts who accused the doctors and nurses of feeding and enabling addictive behavior instead, and of potentially creating sexual predators in the process.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Jack\u2019s escape, and Kyra\u2019s, had been completely overshadowed by the rest of the drama. She suspected that had a lot to do with Toombs, who probably didn\u2019t want other mercs horning in on Richard B. Riddick\u2019s putative trail. While articles occasionally mentioned that two patients had gone missing and had yet to be recovered, they always treated the escape as an effect of the pandemonium that had briefly overtaken the facility\u2026 rather than as its cause. If anyone on Helion knew better, they weren\u2019t willing to go on the record saying so.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Amnesty Interplanetary, however, had a great deal to say about the fact that Kyra Wittier-Collins, better known as the Black Fox of Canaan Mountain, had fled custody right before she was going to be illegally extradited back to New Dartmouth in violation of Federacy rulings. That scandal was every bit as high-profile as the one embroiling the hospital. Two members of the New Dartmouth cabinet had tendered their resignations as the fallout spread, and as the abuses that had been perpetrated against Kyra, prior to her transfer to Helion, came to light.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Sometimes, Jack thought, justice actually won. A quick check reassured her that none of the orderlies and nurses she\u2019d liked and respected at the hospital were in any trouble, although most were actively seeking new positions at other facilities. A few of the older ones had quietly retired.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">It was mid-late afternoon, four days after Jack and Kyra had met with Tomlin, when they saw him again. Jack didn\u2019t quite have the IDs complete\u2014she still had to pick out names for each of them\u2014and had one or two more sessions in the law enforcement networks before everything would be solidified. But she was feeling relaxed and confident. Nine PM, anywhere else in the Federacy, would have signified late evening, but not during a 44-hour day.  To the people of Tangiers Prime, it was the equivalent of late morning after their long high noon sleeping period. Elsewhere\u2019s high tide, which shifted roughly an hour later with each cycle, was at its peak once more. In another long day, low tide would occur around noon and midnight, and Jack and Kyra were planning to make the most of that to explore Elsewhere\u2019s hidden landscapes when most people were abed.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Sipping at ices, discussing the prospects of trans-dimensional beachcombing, they felt almost like ordinary teenage girls as they walked back to their apartment building.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Gavin Brahim Tomlin, <i>El Krim<\/i> himself, was sitting on their front step waiting for them.<\/p>\n<hr style=\"align-content: center;width: 50%;background: linear-gradient(to right, #4474BE 0%, #243a68 100%);height: 3px;margin-top: 1em;margin-bottom: 1em\" \/>\n<p><b>Author\u2019s Note:<\/b> Abd El-Krim, in the 1920s, led the Imazighen of Morocco\u2019s Rif region in a successful revolt against Spanish colonial rule. His attempt to establish an independent Rif Republic resulted in a combined force of French, Spanish, and Moroccan armies driving him into exile in Egypt, but to the people of the Rif, he remains an important heroic figure. Many contemporary Moroccan textbooks claim he fought against the French and Spanish for the Moroccan monarchy, something the Imazighen of the Rif call revisionist whitewashing. Amazigh culture, and thus the culture\u2019s folklore, is tribal-collectivist and has few solitary-figure heroes to draw from\u2014outside of stories derived from the same sources that fueled better-known Greek mythology\u2014for use in giving a nickname to a living folk hero of the future, so nicknaming him after a legendary and largely-unsung freedom fighter seemed like the next best thing.<\/p>\n<p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Title: The Changeling Game (Formerly Identity Theft) Author: Ardath Rekha Chapter: 26\/? 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