Jay Allan - A Little Rebellion

Things are even worse on Columbia. Will Thomson stood in front of a small group of locals, farmers and business owners, mostly. He was tall with short brown hair, and he had a scar on the left side of his face that multiple skin regens had shrunken but failed to entirely eliminate. He stood almost rigid, as if at attention, despite the constant ache in his leg, and he spoke clearly and deliberately. Theyve had a federally-appointed Planetary Advisor since before the war ended. The planet is a powderkeg, and there are rumors that some type of Federal garrison is going to be sent there. Will was ex-military, which would have been obvious from his bearing, even if everyone present hadnt already known him. Almost half the men and women in the room had been Marines, including old Silas Hampton, whod fought way back in the First Frontier War. Once a Marine always a Marine. Silas even taught a class at the Academythat is when we wasnt trying to grow a tarter, firmer apple on his spread north of Concordia.

Are they doing anything in Arcadia? Kara Sanders was a member of one of the original colonizing families and one of the largest landholders in the Concordia district. She and Will had an intermittent relationship that was the sectors worst kept secret, but that didnt stop her from being a pain in his ass. Or did you all just sit on your brains in that new Assembly Hall we paid to build and enjoy the sounds of your voices? Like many in the colonies, Kara had a deep mistrust of government and an overdeveloped instinct to speak her mind. Though shed been born on Arcadia and had never set foot on Earth, shed been raised on her grandfathers storiesand the old man had never in his life had a good thing to say about Alliance Gov.

Old man Sanders had been a top notch computer designer and a member of the upper level of the middle class. Hed enjoyed a comfortable enough life back in one of the satellite cities of the San Fran metroplex, but he was a throwback to an older time. He chafed at being told what to read and think and where he could go. He resented the political class and the way they controlled every aspect of citizens' lives, and he considered moderate physical comfort an unacceptable substitute for freedom. When the chance came to join a colonization expedition, he jumped at it, even though it meant danger and hardship. Age had mellowed him somewhat since, but he could still rail on for hours about the government and its many failings, and there was still no hazard that could dissuade him from what he thought was right.

Will had retired from the Corps after he was almost killed in a training accident while attending the Academy, and hed decided to stay and settle on Arcadia. He had friends at the Academy, and even though he was retired and on reserve status, he sometimes taught small unit tactics to the cadets. A veteran of the infamous Operation Achilles, he was highly respected even though hed been out of the service for more than a decade. That didnt matter - once a Marine, always a Marine.

He taken his land grant just outside Concordia and taught himself how to grow grapesor more accurately, the genetically-altered grape-like hybrid that grew so well in the Arcadian soil. Hed been there fourteen years now and was so well liked hed been voted Concordias representative to the planetary Assembly. Hed just gotten back from the capital city, which the original settlers had confusingly named Arcadia, the same as the planet itself. Visitors usually referred to it as Arcadia City, but not the locals, who tended to know if one was referring to planet or city by overall context.

Kara, what did you expect us to do? He looked at her with a mix of affection and frustration. Start shooting at Federal officials? Burn down the Federal Complex? He continued to stare intently at her for a few seconds, but it was clear she didnt have another comment. It was easy enough to criticize inaction, he thought, but quite another to offer substantive alternatives. However, to answer your question, we did discuss some specifics, though not in open session, which was undoubtedly monitored.

A ripple of renewed interest swept through the room, as faces that had been downcast or distracted now looked up expectantly. If we are to resist these encroachments indeed, if we are to have any hope to maintain our freedoms the colonies must become self-sustaining. He paused, looking out over the small group. He already knew he was among friends and peers he trusted, but he reflexively hesitated before continuing. We are dependent on Earth for much of what we need. Computers, heavy machinery, shipping, pharmaceuticals, defense. As long as that is the case, we will remain highly vulnerable. We will lose the freedoms we treasure. If not immediately, eventuallybit by bit.

The room was silent, every eye on Will. We must produce our own machinery, our own computers He paused again. our own weapons. There were a few gasps, but everyone's attention remained focused. "Indeed, Earth would be incapable of producing many of these finished goods without the raw materials the colonies provide. The colony worlds ship resources to Earth and buy back the finished goods we need at enormous markups, because we do not have the production facilities we require." Another pause. "We must build them. We must develop our own industry."

There was a ripple of sound from the assembled group, but it was at least half a minute before anyone spoke. "How are we going to fund that? And how will Alliance Gov respond?" Kyle Warren's voice was loud and echoed through the tiny hall. "I agree with what you are saying, Will, but how are we supposed to actually do it without putting everything we have in jeopardy?"

Kyle Warren was another retired Marine, one who'd enjoyed bragging about serving under Erik Cain in the attack on the Gliese 250 space stationuntil one night when he and Will Thompson had closed down the local watering hole. Will wasn't one to brag about his fighting days, at least not unless there were four or five drinks in him, but that night Warrens boasting had gotten to him and finally he proclaimed that he'd not only served with Cain, but actually commanded him in Operation Achilles. Kyle had dismissed it as empty bluster until he looked it up on the Marine database and discovered, to his shock, that it was true. Indeed, Thompson had fought alongside Cain for three years, and was his superior the entire time. That was the end of Kyle Warren trying to outdo Will on war stories, but the two became good friends anyway.

"It won't be easy." Will's leg was aching badly, and he shifted behind the small podium, trying to get more comfortable. "But everyone in this room has done pretty well for themselves. We're all going to have to be willing to risk what we haveto invest in these new ventures. To secure our futurethe future that really matters."

The relative quiet was shattered as most of those present began speaking at once. Grumbling about the government, complaining about encroachments on freedoms, that was one thing. But actually taking the risks, committing everything to the defense of libertythat was a different matter, a far more difficult one. Will looked out over the room, holding up his hands, trying to get control through the confused cacophony.

Finally, Kara Sanders was able to get everyone's attention, though it was unclear if it was respect for her family's seniority or simply the fact that she yelled the loudest. "Will, you're talking about putting everything our families have worked for in jeopardy. What if it doesn't work? What if we lose everything? If we go down this road and fail we will have nothing." Most of the settlers who emigrated to colony worlds came from the lower classes on Earth. Having come from nothing - or grown up in families where mothers and fathers had done so - they tended to be cautious and conservative, protective of what they had. And Karas family had more than anyone, wealth and comfort built by three generations of Sanders.