"Richard Hatch - Battlestar Galactica 5 - Paradis" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hatch Richard)

"We will be here for some time," he concluded. "This planet seems to
have everything we need. The Native population welcomes us as guests.
We are fortunate that the Gamon have a similar language to the Nomen.
Communications are proceeding well."

"What about tylium?" shouted someone from the general population
who were participating in this historic meeting.

"Preliminary tests are promising," volunteered President Tigh. Apollo
relinquished the floor and neither objected to the casual manner of the
questioner.

Tigh elaborated on what mattered. "Bear in mind that we won't have to
synthesize our basic needs on Paradis. The planet offers us a rich harvest
in foodstuffs."

"There may be sources of new medicines," Cassie whispered to
Starbuck, who leaned closer to catch her words.
 Tigh had awfully good hearing, a prerequisite for his job. "All sorts of
things, from housing to medical supplies, will be ours for the taking on
this new planet. And I'm confident that we will eventually locate enough
sources of Tylium to feed our engines. We won't have to worry about
paying black market prices when the Gamon don't even know what tylium
is!"

The President had tried for levity but he achieved the opposite result.
Several voices cursed Baltar who, after all, built his original fortune
dealing in the scarce supplies of the essential fuel. Even before his
betrayal, the man had made enemies without number.

Apollo regained the floor. "We will find the tylium we need and be good
neighbors to the Gamon. I give you my solemn pledge that we will repair
the fleet. The Marron drive will once again return us to the stars!"

He intended his final words to be stirring but there was no applause.
Only Ryis smiled, and there was something unpleasant about his
expression.
Chapter Three
They invited GarTokk to run. He accepted it as the honor that was
intended. The meetings had gone well and Apollo gave silent approval with
a solemn nod to his friend and ally. So GarTokk began his run down a
path into the woods, a lush forest that called to his blood.

The Gamon understood GarTokk right down to the root of his being.
He felt as if he'd come home. But there was something about the natives of
Paradis he could not fathom, a mystery in the depths of their life. His
fellow Nomen recognized the same barrier. They were less concerned
about it. They had no interest in trying to breach that barrier between the
natives and the Colonials. Many had yet to forgive GarTokk for his
friendship with a Colonial.