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was a relatively short run, though Killashandras seatmates complained bitterly about the discomfort and duration all the way down. Killashandra accounted the landing smooth but the two cushions found fault with that as well, so she was immensely grateful when the port opened again, flooding the shuttle with the crisp clean cool air of Optheria. She inhaled deeply, clearing her lungs of the Athenas recycled air. For all the crafts modern amenities, it had not quite solved the age-old problem of refreshing air without the taint of deodorizers. No sooner had the first passengers filed into the arrival area than the public address system began a recorded announcement, scrolling through the same message in all major Federated Planets languages. Passengers were requested to have travel documents ready for inspection by Port Authorities. Please to form a line in the appropriately marked alphabetic or numeric queues. Aliens requiring special life support systems or supplies would please contact a uniformed attendant. Visitors with health problems were to present themselves, immediately after Clearance, to the Port Authority Medical Officer. It was the hope of the Tourist Bureau of Optheria that all visitors would thoroughly enjoy their holiday on the planet. Killashandra was relieved to see that she would be able to present her I.D. in some privacy, for the Inspectors presided in security booths. Those waiting their turn in the queue could not observe the process. She kept glancing to the far right of the line where Corish should be waiting but he was not immediately visible. She caught sight of him just as it was her turn to approach the Inspector. Killashandra suppressed a malicious grin as she slid her arm and its I.D. bracelet under the visiplate. The blank expression of the Inspectors square face underwent a remarkable change at the sight of the Heptite Seal on his screen. With one hand he pressed a red button on the terminal in front of him and with the other urgently beckoned her to proceed. Quitting the booth, he insisted on relieving her of her carisak. Please, no fuss, Killashandra said. Gracious Guildmember, the Inspector began effusively, we have been so concerned. The cabin reserved for you on the Athena I traveled economy. But youre a Heptite Guildmember! There are times, Inspector, Killashandra nikon 360 digital camera said, bending close to him and touching his arm, when discretion requires that one travel incognito. The hair stood up on the back of his hand. She sighed. Oh, I see. And clearly he did not. He unconsciously smoothed the hair back down. They had walked the short distance to the next portal, which slid apart to reveal a welcoming committee of four, three men and a woman, slightly breathless. The Guildmember has arrived! The Inspectors triumphant announcement left the distinct impression that he himself had somehow conjured her appearance. Killashandra stared apprehensively at them. They had a disconcerting resemblance to each other, not only a sameness of height and build but of coloring and feature. Even their voices were pitched in the same sonorous timber. She blinked, thinking it might be some trick of the soft yellow sunshine pouring in from the main reception area. Then she gave herself a little shake: all were government employees, but could any bureaucracy, Optherian or other, hire people on the basis of their uniform appearance? Welcome to Optheria, Guildmember Ree, the Inspector said, beaming as he ushered her past the portal, which whispered shut behind them. Welcome, Killashandra Ree, I am Thyrol, the first and oldest man said, taking one step toward her and bowing. Welcome, Killashandra Ree, I am Pirinio, said the second, following the example of the first. In unvarying ceremony, Polabod and Mirbethan made themselves known to her. Had they practiced long? I am truly welcomed, she said with a gracious semibow. The crystal? It was aboard the shuttle. All four looked to her right, left hands rising from their sides at the same instant, to indicate the float appearing through a second portal. Nullgravs suspended float and cartons above the gold-flecked marble floor but proper guidance apparently required six attendants, each wearing an anxious frown of concentration. A seventh man directed their efforts, dancing from one side to the other to be certain that nothing impeded their progress. These citizens of Optheria were reassuringly mismatched in size, form, and feature. We four, Thyrol began, indicating his companions with a twist of his hand, are to be your guides and mentors during your stay on Optheria. You have only to state your wishes and preferences and we Optheria will provide. The four bowed again, like a wave from right to left. The Inspector