Introduction
Now that this summer's T20s are over, I think it'd be a good idea to evaluate how good England's T20I team actually is and what our best T20I team might be. Obviously, you are never going to get 100% agreement on this topic, but statistical analysis, while not a be-all and end-all, can certainly help us in this regard.
When I did this sort of analysis for England's all-time ODI team (you can read that
here), I got quite a few criticisms for my methods. One of those criticisms was that I used ratios rather than z-values when comparing batsmen across eras, and another criticism was that I broke the stats down by specific position (i.e. opener, #3, #4 etc.) when it might have been better to break it down by more general position (i.e. opener, top order, middle order etc.).
The first criticism I feel is valid, whereas I'm not too sure about the second. I plan on redoing that analysis at some point and this post, in addition to being used to help determine England's best T20I team, is sort of a test run to see how my new (and hopefully improved) method will be received. What is that method, you ask?
I'll be taking the player's z-values for both batting average and for strike rate, and calculating the arithmetic mean of the two values to determine an overall 'batting rating' for the player, higher being better of course. The complaint I can already see some people having is that some positions in the batting lineup value strike rate more whereas some value batting average, and I think that's a fair point.
To that end, I will be breaking up the stats by position. Openers will remain as they are for obvious reasons. However, rather than taking stats at #3, #4, #5 etc., I will instead be taking stats at #3-#4, #4-#5, #5-#6 and #6-#7. This should hopefully give us a good indication of a batsman's ability in specialised positions while still allowing for fluidity. Without further ado, let us begin.
Openers
There has been much discussion over who England's opening batsmen should be in T20Is. First, here are the stats for non-English openers in T20Is since the start of 2015 (minimum five dismissals):
| Batting average mean | Batting average standard deviation | Strike rate mean | Strike rate standard deviation |
| 23.73 | 9.93 | 121.48 | 24.51 |
Now here are the stats for every England T20I opener with at least five dismissals since 2015:
| Player | Batting average | Average z-value | Strike rate | SR z-value | BatRat |
| Jos Buttler | 51.00 | +2.747 | 157.73 | +1.479 | +2.113 |
| Tom Banton | 27.85 | +0.415 | 151.16 | +1.211 | +0.813 |
| Jason Roy | 25.05 | +0.133 | 148.69 | +1.110 | +0.622 |
| Jonny Bairstow | 25.00 | +0.128 | 142.54 | +0.859 | +0.494 |
| Alex Hales | 20.61 | -0.314 | 132.82 | +0.463 | +0.074 |
There are some very interesting observations to make here.
Firstly, a common argument against playing Buttler as T20I opener is that other batsmen can do as good of a job as he does up top, whereas no-one can do as good of a job as he does in the middle order. The second part of this argument will be investigated later, but since the start of 2015 at least, Buttler has been heads and shoulders above every other English opener.
Secondly, Roy and Bairstow seem practically interchangeable as far as averages go, but Roy has a much better strike rate since the start of 2015. If I could only choose one of the two then based on this table, Roy would seem the safer bet.
Thirdly, a statistical point to make is that looking at raw averages, it wouldn't appear as if Banton were much better than Roy and Bairstow. However, the variance in openers' averages for the past five (nearly six) years means that Banton actually does significantly better here. Of course, Banton hasn't played nearly as often as Roy and Bairstow have, which is the main argument against his inclusion over those two.
Finally, Hales' numbers actually shocked me. His overall record while opening is very good, but for almost six years now, he's been pretty average as far as T20I openers go. A lack of games isn't the issue either, as he has played the second-most innings at the top out of all the batsmen in the table, behind only Jason Roy. It's entirely possible that he'd have been dropped from the T20 team even if he hadn't fallen out with Morgan.
#3-#4
Here are the stats for all non-English batsmen with a minimum of five dismissals at positions #3 or #4 since the start of 2015:
| Batting average mean | Batting average standard deviation | Strike rate mean | Strike rate standard deviation |
| 24.87 | 10.06 | 118.66 | 21.93 |
Now here are the stats for all the England T20I batsmen with at least five dismissals at positions #3 or #4 since the start of 2015:
| Player | Batting average | Average z-value | Strike rate | SR z-value | BatRat |
| Dawid Malan | 52.45 | +2.740 | 148.32 | +1.353 | +2.047 |
| Jonny Bairstow | 46.00 | +2.099 | 159.72 | +1.873 | +1.986 |
| Eoin Morgan | 33.15 | +0.822 | 151.22 | +1.485 | +1.154 |
| Joe Root | 37.50 | +1.255 | 125.69 | +0.321 | +0.788 |
| James Vince | 26.22 | +0.134 | 127.56 | +0.406 | +0.270 |
As expected, Dawid 'The T20 Bradman' Malan tops the list (although his overall average dipped below 50 in the most recent match against Australia, his average at these particular positions remains over 50). However, Bairstow does much better than I expected him to, although this is with the proviso that he barely squeaks into the list with exactly five dismissals in these two positions combined.
Morgan does pretty well here, but Root, while a good batsman in this role, doesn't appear to be as good as his competitors. His strike rate isn't actually that bad for the positions he's playing in, but other England batsmen are posting much higher strike rates with averages that are in some cases better than what Root offers. Vince also isn't actually that bad, but compared to everyone else, he isn't getting a look-in anytime soon.
#4-#5
Here are the overall stats:
| Batting average mean | Batting average standard deviation | Strike rate mean | Strike rate standard deviation |
| 24.13 | 9.92 | 120.72 | 21.31 |
And here are the stats for England batsmen since the start of 2015:
| Player | Batting average | Average z-value | Strike rate | SR z-value | BatRat |
| Eoin Morgan | 32.48 | +0.841 | 146.64 | +1.216 | +1.029 |
| Jos Buttler | 28.85 | +0.475 | 139.79 | +0.895 | +0.685 |
| Ben Stokes | 29.00 | +0.491 | 127.19 | +0.303 | +0.397 |
| Moeen Ali | 15.50 | -0.870 | 132.85 | +0.569 | -0.150 |
This is an easy one. Buttler hasn't batted in these positions since 2018 and both Stokes and Ali have just five and six dismissals in these positions since 2015 respectively (not that Ali's stats are that good anyway). This role belongs firmly to Captain Morgan, and the good thing is that he isn't much less comfortable at #4-#5 than he is at #3-#4.
Finishers (#5-#6)
MS Dhoni played most of his T20I innings at #5 and #6, so I think it's fair to say that these are the positions where you want to play your finisher (depending on the match situation, of course). Here are the aggregates for non-English batsmen since the start of 2015:
| Batting average mean | Batting average standard deviation | Strike rate mean | Strike rate standard deviation |
| 21.54 | 10.98 | 122.57 | 24.36 |
As you can see, batsmen in these positions have since the beginning of 2015 tended to average significantly lower but also score a little quicker. I don't think this is too surprising. Anyway, here are the stats for England batsmen in these positions during that timeframe:
| Player | Batting average | Average z-score | Strike rate | SR z-score | BatRat |
| Moeen Ali | 22.50 | +0.087 | 156.97 | +1.412 | +0.750 |
| Eoin Morgan | 25.66 | +0.375 | 133.52 | +0.450 | +0.412 |
| Sam Billings | 22.26 | +0.066 | 136.32 | +0.564 | +0.315 |
| Jos Buttler | 22.46 | +0.084 | 128.62 | +0.248 | +0.166 |
| Ben Stokes | 18.00 | -0.322 | 130.12 | +0.310 | -0.006 |
Well, well, well. There is a
lot to unpack here. I think it's fair to say that England doesn't really have a world-class finisher, but other than that, what else can we learn?
Firstly, Moeen Ali of all people has the best stats for England in these positions since the start of 2015. However, he's only been dismissed six times in these positions since that time, so sample size might be an issue here.
Secondly, Morgan is serviceable enough, but he is clearly far worse here than in the previous two positions. As captain, he might be willing to plug this gap at the expense of his personal stats, but I feel as if forcing him into a finisher role will be a waste of his talent.
Thirdly, the notion that no-one else can do what Buttler does in these positions is clearly nonsensical. Moeen and Morgan have been better than him in both metrics for nearly six years and even Billings seems to be a better option here. In fact, Buttler has the lowest strike rate in the entire list. If he is forced into batting at #5-#6 then England will be completely wasting his immense talent as far as I'm concerned.
Finally, these positions are where Stokes tends to play, yet he clearly isn't good at being a finisher. I'm not even kidding when I say that on his batting alone, he wouldn't get in past Billings, and Billings is supposedly part of the B-team. If Stokes is to bat then it must be higher up than #6, and it's debatable if he would displace Morgan.
#6-#7
Finally, we have the boundary between the middle order and the tail. These positions probably won't contain a specialist batsman, but whoever's playing here should be able to bat with some degree of competence in my opinion. Here are the aggregate stats since the start of 2015:
| Batting average mean | Batting average standard deviation | Strike rate mean | Strike rate standard deviation |
| 18.03 | 8.98 | 121.79 | 23.22 |
As you might have expected, players in these positions don't tend to be as good with the bat. Now let's do England players since the start of 2015:
| Player | Batting average | Average z-score | Strike rate | SR z-score | BatRat |
| Sam Billings | 22.21 | +0.466 | 138.83 | +0.734 | +0.600 |
| Moeen Ali | 18.77 | +0.083 | 144.44 | +0.975 | +0.529 |
| Ben Stokes | 13.71 | -0.481 | 145.45 | +1.019 | +0.269 |
| David Willey | 11.00 | -0.782 | 126.92 | +0.221 | -0.562 |
| Lewis Gregory | 7.00 | -1.228 | 116.66 | -0.221 | -0.724 |
At this point, we are realistically going to have to consider factors such as bowling if we're only interested in seeing who gets into the team, but I think it's fair to say that you want a bowler who can bat a bit to come in these positions.
England could, of course, play Sam Billings as specialist batsman at #7 if they so wish. He's actually better at #6-#7 than at #5-#6, but whether England want to play a specialist batsman that low is another matter.
Moeen, for all the criticism he gets, is actually pretty handy with the bat. Unlike Billings, he actually bats
better at #5-#6, although he has batted far more innings at #6-#7 than at #5-#6. I'm not too confident playing Stokes here, if I'm honest; it seems like the lower he bats, he worse he gets.
Willey only has six dismissals in these positions, and to my understanding, he actually opens in domestic T20. His batting talent is clearly being wasted this low down. That goes even more for Gregory, although he's only had five dismissals here.
Conclusion
Looking at those above tables, it isn't particularly easy to construct a Top Seven for T20Is. However, I'll give it a shot anyway, though it'll no doubt be controversial. Here it is:
Jos Buttler
Tom Banton/Jason Roy
Jonny Bairstow
Dawid Malan
Eoin Morgan
Moeen Ali/Sam Billings
Moeen Ali/Sam Billings
Mo and Billings are interchangeable, and Roy's experience means that I'm not sure if Banton's in the Best XI yet (though his stats so far are pretty good). I'm quite uneasy with Malan at #4 (he's batted one innings in that position and scored 11) but the alternative would be to drop Bairstow and move everyone else up the order (I have no problem with Morgan at #4, but without Stokes at #5, I fear the middle order would be too fragile).
In fact, let's do that right now:
Jos Buttler
Tom Banton/Jason Roy
Dawid Malan
Eoin Morgan
Moeen Ali/Sam Billings
Moeen Ali/Sam Billings
???
Not the most balanced lineup, I have to say. We're relying quite a bit on our top order there to get the runs. Let's see what it looks like if we add Stokes at #5:
Jos Buttler
Tom Banton/Jason Roy
Dawid Malan
Eoin Morgan
Ben Stokes
Moeen Ali/Sam Billings
Moeen Ali/Sam Billings
Now that's much better. While I don't think that Stokes is a particularly good T20I batsman, I can see why so many England fans want him back: Without him, our batting lineup isn't well-balanced bar our openers and Eoin Morgan. Until we get a proper finisher, we need Stokes at #5 just to provide some stability.
The big conclusion for me, though, is that Buttler has to open. There are frankly better options than him in the middle order and the other openers just aren't on his level. Not playing Universe Jos at the top of the order would be an utter waste of his ability, in my opinion.
Anyway, that's what I think England's best T20I batting lineup is. I have to be honest, I'm still not sure I've got it entirely right, but I just don't see how the alternatives would be better. Still, maybe I'm missing something. I'd love to hear what everyone else thinks of this conundrum. Next time, I'll tackle the bowling. Oh, goodie.
Or does a batting average mean more to fans than a test captain being caught deliberately cheating?
Interested to hear both sides, kinda feel like I’m in a minority though.
Obviously I understand he’s served his ban and spent time in the community - now he can play. But is redemption talk after his first (incredible) Test really appropriate?
Edit: My view
Seems that not everyone considers cheating to be as serious as I do.
Never mind regulations, or how severe a punishment they got compared to other people in the past. What about the message it sends to young kids? That if you play incredibly well afterwards all will be forgotten?
A win at all costs mentality is extremely dangerous way of playing the game, or any sport. There can only be a zero tolerance for any form of cheating regardless of how successful it actually is. It wasn’t a mistake, it was a conscious decision.
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“You alright? Physically, I mean,” Russell asked as he and Thantis returned to the village alone on the shuttle that had brought them to the Forge. “The old ticker’s not going to give out or anything?”
Thantis blinked a couple times as he extracted himself from the depths of whatever train of thought had occupied him for some time. Needless to say, the trip back had not featured lighthearted education regarding the nature of Mara’s core. “It was certainly a stressful situation, wasn’t it? I thank you for doing all of the heavy lifting, Winters.” He left out the fact that they both knew he’d have been left behind otherwise.
“Don’t mention it. That’s literally the sort of thing I trained to do and you’re lighter than a fellow soldier. Would have been really nice to stick around and take a dip in the hot springs, but something tells me that goes against the new ‘don’t interfere with the planet’ policy.”
‘Not that you didn’t enjoy them to your fullest before the rest of the crew got here,’ Io reminded him with a pointed gaze. Russell cleared his throat and let that particular memory lay dormant.
“A day of rest will be more than enough. But you’re sure everything’s alright on the inside, Thantis?”
“You are kind to ask, Winters. Thankfully, my difficulties at the moment remain in the realm of the mental and spiritual. Much happened that I am having difficulty making sense of.”
“You’re not the only one,” Russell assured him as the shuttle shuddered almost imperceptibly, a friendly reminder that they were traveling through air instead of gliding through space. “At least we didn’t break the place.”
‘On the outside, you mean,’ Io clarified in an agitated tone. She was equally as upset about the day’s events as Thantis. ‘We have no idea if anything is left standing on the inside, not to mention that the robot will likely never re-activate even if the facility didn’t self-destruct or otherwise dangerously terminate its own functions. This is the worst day for science since the Lancer was lost. And that was a very bad day for science!’
“You mean other than the fact that we can get home and tell the rest of humanity what happened here, along with everything else we’ve discovered?” Russell observed sharply. “Let a team of archaeologists deal with it. Later.”
Io, who was using the B-MASS in order to be present for both Winters and Thantis, looked to the side and let out a long breath, acknowledging that the current moment might not have been the best time. ‘Yes, later is a good idea, sir. I think we should all give thanks that we will not be giving Veera or Gentia any reason to weep this evening.’
Russell and Thantis shared a look, agreeing that even if Io’s words were true, that wouldn’t be the end of it. The Jumper cleared his throat. “Yeah, no tears. But that doesn’t mean she won’t be mad as hell.”
“You are forgetting a healthy helping of ‘I told you so’,” Thantis added, finally allowing a real smile to shine through the clouds of his tested faith. “A word of advice, Winters?”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“Cave early and cave often,” the Cauthan said with a wink, giving Russell a hearty chuckle as Io nodded approvingly. “Among other things, I find that’s been a constructive cornerstone of my long life with Gentia.”
‘While I’m very much in agreement regarding the capitulation to the needs and wants of the important women in one’s life,’ Io began, batting her eyelashes at Russell as though he needed some sort of reminder that she was such a woman. ‘Gentia and Veera may need to wait. I just received word from the Admiral, sir. He’s on his way to the village and intends to meet us there.’
“For what purpose?” Winters asked curiously. Io made a little show of opening a letter and reading the message within.
‘In his words? Examining primary sources.’
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True to his word, Natori was there to greet them when Russell and Thantis’ shuttle set down just outside the western gates. Thanks to his arrival there was already plenty of commotion, adding to the hectic Cauthan harvest season as males and females both hustled to and fro in the fields, plucking ripened produce just before the point of spoilage. The tall, ebony skinned human offered his hand to Thantis as the shuttle’s doors opened upward with an audible hiss. “I am glad to see you are well, my friend. Would you believe that our esteemed colleague Qul’Roth sends his regards and wishes you ‘good health in the name of the Order’?”
‘I wouldn’t,’ Io replied immediately, nevertheless allowing Thantis to answer on his own.
“That is very kind of him. If you would convey my thanks when you return?”
“Happily, Thantis. It sounds to me as though the two of you had quite the little adventure. Lieutenant,” the Admiral addressed Russell and the two men exchanged salutes.
“That’s certainly one way of putting it, sir. What can we do for you?” he asked, waving to a villager who called out in greeting as he passed, a wooden tool for unearthing dato in his paws.
“I believe we speak to Antoth first. I admit that I may have spooked him a little by returning to the village so soon after my last departure. All that I could tell him was that something unexpected happened at the Forge, but that the two of you were unharmed. While I wait on the lead researchers and Lance Corporal Mendes to pen their official reports, I figured it might be wise to hear of events the old fashioned way. Shall we?” he suggested, sweeping an arm behind him towards the village. A particular striped Cauthan was, of course, awaiting them there. She was not pleased.
“Ah, perhaps an explanation for your wife is in order too?” Natori suggested, understanding that his presence was likely a significant contributor to Veera’s serious demeanor.
“If it’s the same to you Admiral, I think it’s best I handle this alone,” Russell replied, leaving Thantis’ side and walking up to Veera. She tilted her head slightly to maintain eye contact, her expression one of expectation as she waited for him to begin. “Listen Veera, I know it looks bad but-”
“Did you know that Fenrir’s figured out where all of the meat is stored?” she demanded suddenly, causing Russell to stick his neck out and cock his head in confusion.
“I’m sorry, he what?”
“He found me on patrol this afternoon with a chesko sausage hanging from his mouth and a very pleased expression on his face,” Veera explained, a hand on her hip. “I had to go to the temple of Valta and compensate them!”
“Oh boy. I’m sure Ratha was thrilled,” Russell responded, a nervous pit in his stomach as he considered how much mayhem Fenrir could get up to.
“She’s going to kill him if this continues!” Veera insisted. “Just please tell me you didn’t teach him to do this!”
“Why would I teach Fenrir to steal meat from the one place in town that would get him riddled with arrows?!” Russell demanded, feeling he had some small, slight justification for taking offense.
“Because sometimes you do silly things!” Veera replied as though it were obvious before visibly deflating. “We have to do something, Russell.”
“We will, sweetie. We’ll give him a bit more food at meals and maybe see about keeping some sort of muzzle on him when he’s around town. I can take him hunting again soon too,” the human suggested, silently forgiving his wife her mild hysteria. Ratha’s opinions regarding Veera and hyrven were both well known. His proposal mollified her, and she embraced him to welcome him home.
“I knew everything was alright the moment you and Thantis showed up unharmed. I suppose the Admiral being here means you will have some meeting with Antoth, but I’m glad you’re alright,” she told him. He hummed in her ear and left a quick kiss on her cheek.
“Yeah, things didn’t go as planned but everyone made it out safely. If it’s all the same to you, I think when this is done I’d much rather focus on making sure our pet doesn’t become a pelt,” he replied.
“As long as you admit that I told you so,” Veera said. “That place was obviously nothing but trouble from the very beginning.”
‘Are we going to continue overlooking the part where we can safely travel back to Earth now?’ Io demanded, having observed the married ‘spat’ for long enough. Veera’s eyes widened in surprise.
“We can… you did it?” she gasped.
“I sure as hell didn’t,” Russell clarified quickly. “But something happened that deactivated whatever process was going on in there. Io’s right. The warp point is clear and at some point soon I have to imagine Natori is going to take his ship home.”
Veera found herself caught flat footed by the news, looking down at the earth beneath her feet as a sudden trepidation struck her. They had talked about Russell’s eventual departure many a time over the seasons she’d known him, but it was always a hypothetical, an occasion far down the line. That line seemed soon to end. “So I… have to leave?” she questioned.
“Veera, I need to go meet with Antoth and the Admiral. When I’m done we’ll sit down and have a long talk about this, ok? If things have changed and you really want to stay, there may be a way to do that,” he explained.
“But your family! Your parents!” Veera exclaimed before cutting herself off, noticing Thantis and Natori waiting at a polite distance for them. “You’re right. Please don’t take long.”
“We won’t. Where’s the little troublemaker now?” Russell wondered.
“I sent him off into the forest after his little snatch and grab. So he’ll probably be back for dinner.”
“Count on that hyrven to never miss a meal. Alright love, I’m glad you and he are ok. See you soon?”
Veera took his hands in hers and nodded. “Offer Antoth your guidance, Russell. You are the only human he can trust.”
Though Russell’s first inclination was to protest, he couldn’t help but acknowledge the fact that even someone as forward and open as Natori could possess his own interests and agenda. He hummed low in his chest and agreed with a nod of his head. “I will, Veera.”
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“Walk me through it one more time?” Antoth requested, running a hand through the feathers atop his head as he, Thantis, Russell, and Natori were seated within the temple of Kel. Xan was there too, finding himself in the position of scribe as Thantis was an involved party in the Forge incident.
“As I said, Antoth, the Cauthan made from metal visited us while we were exploring the main chamber,” Thantis recounted. “It was clearly female, given the plumage, but how such a thing could possibly exist is beyond me. I am unsure whether it was a servant of Kel, Tyrdus, or neither. While there were many of us there, it chose to approach me specifically and attempted to communicate. I, regretfully, did not understand anything it said to me, either with its voice or its feathers.”
“Yes, I got that part,” the chieftain clarified in a patient tone. “It is what comes afterward that puzzles me.”
“You’re not the only one,” Russell agreed before allowing Thantis to continue the tale from his perspective.
“I attempted to speak to the metal being, requesting information about its nature, which of the gods it served. I believe I mentioned Kel and Meylith specifically, Antoth. When it replied to me it was no clearer than when it first spoke, but I do believe it was a reply instead of some unrelated statement.”
“Because it repeated the word Kel to you,” Antoth finished.
“Precisely. That is when a great many things began happening all at once. Spirit Io tells me that some sort of invisible disturbance began within the Forge, something powerful. The entire place began to shake violently, and the great weapon that the humans believe was causing the corruption plummeted into the abyss below. It was then that the metallic being collapsed. I attempted to revive it, or at least ascertain what had happened but the humans deemed the situation too dangerous at that point. Winters carried me from the facility as I was unable to move fast enough.”
Antoth glanced over at the Jumper. “I find myself in the position of thanking you yet again, Winters. However, given that Thantis would have never been in danger in the first place if not for your discovery, I will not go so far as to say either of us are in your debt.”
“That’s the least of my worries, Antoth, but thank you,” he replied as Natori spoke up.
“Antoth, I believe that certain subjects we have discussed in the past must now be brought to the fore again. While departure is not imminent, as soon as my crew determines we can safely leave your planet we will begin preparing a timetable to do so. Assuming your invitation to my crew regarding your harvest festival still stands, I think it would be a crime to pass up such an opportunity for cultural exchange. Once it is concluded, I cannot envision a scenario where we remain much longer.”
“I understand,” Antoth said, adjusting his posture as he stretched and stood sternly near one of Thantis’ many shelves full of dried herbs and scrolls. “My invitation to your people remains, however I reserve the right to revoke it at any time if I feel there is a need. I think we should table that discussion for another time. Right now I need to ruminate on the situation at hand. Kel refused to open his gate to your people, even Winters, but he did so for his servant among our own. This is… a curious omen.”
Russell shook his head in discomfort as Io began to practically vibrate with excitement, causing a bit of feedback in his earpiece. Having dealt with her, he addressed the two leaders. “Antoth, I’m happy to stay if you wish but I should get home if not. It sounds like Fenrir was up to no good today.”
“I don’t know about it and assuming the situation is under control I’ll be happy not to know about it,” Antoth replied, making it clear in his tone that he expected Winters to exert said control over the situation. “If Thantis and I need to speak with you we will find you.”
“Understood. Admiral Kaczynski, sir?”
The Admiral instead looked at Antoth. “Is there anything else you wished to discuss so long as I am here?”
“The food situation,” Antoth replied immediately, glancing at Xan. Natori nodded.
“I must admit that over the short period of time since we last spoke I have not received any updates myself. However I would be happy to escort Xan or someone else from your village up to the Event Horizon to inspect the current crop personally.”
“Then you should go, Xan. If we will not receive armor or weapons we should at least ensure this food is suitable when grown far from Mara’s soil. Will there be any issues?” he finished on a considerate note.
“No Antoth, I’d be happy to. I should grab a couple of things and let my family know where I’ll be though,” the young scholar explained.
“Very well, you are dismissed.”
“My shuttle will be waiting at the western gate,” Natori advised the young Cauthan. “First Lieutenant, I do not wish to keep you too long but I would appreciate it if you and Io would accompany me that far.”
“Yes sir,” Russell replied, seeing no reason to protest. “Selah, Thantis. Today was quite the adventure.”
“I shall remember it for the rest of my life,” Thantis agreed, his customary demeanor returning as a ‘smile of knowledge’ spread across his muzzle. “And while that may not be a particularly strong statement, I am sure that you will as well. Go in peace, everyone. Selah. Shall we summon the others, Antoth?”
“Not yet. Let us speak privately,” the burly Cauthan requested, indicating that he no longer needed the other three individuals in the temple. Xan packed up the scroll he’d been scribbling on and departed for his family’s home to the north while Russell and the Admiral headed west.
“Is your wife the only Cauthan with an understanding of English?” Natori began.
“So far as I know, sir,” Russell replied in a guarded tone.
“Excellent, then we can dispense with some of the secrecy. What is your opinion on taking this village back to Earth with us?” he wondered. Io was visibly restraining herself from answering for the both of them, but her opinions on the matter were obvious. Russell was more defferential.
“I think that’s a little bit beyond my pay grade, sir. On that subject, however, I need to know if there will be any problems in taking my wife aboard when we leave.”
“Yes well, if we take them all along with us I see no reason she couldn’t come too!” Natori replied in an almost obnoxiously upbeat tone. “The formalities and paperwork will be handled either way in her case, Lieutenant, I assure you. But I do not wish to discuss formalities and rules today. I can do that with men like your father once we return home, and I get the sneaking suspicion there will be quite a few of those conversations. Your gut feelings on the situation will suffice.”
“I’d be worried about them if we left them here and I’d be worried if we took them along, assuming such a thing is even possible and they agree to it” Russell replied. “For every Cauthan like Gentia or Thantis who might jump at the idea, there will be Cauthan like Ratha who will surely object.”
“Undoubtedly,” Natori agreed. “But the conditions are such that they will be forced to answer that question, assuming my staff comes back to me and deems such a mission possible. From a human perspective, it is a clever workaround of many of the objections from our Ghaelen guest, objections that will be more difficult to ignore once he is returned to his people.”
‘Since simply removing the village from existence was his enlightened idea in the first place,’ Io quipped, using vicious air quotes to append the word ‘enlightened’. Natori chuckled heartily, waving cordially to a couple of farmers who looked their way at the noise.
“In defense of Emissary Qul’Roth, I am not sure I want to know what happens to Ghaelen who defy the Order,” Natori suggested. “But per your evaluation, Io, I see no reason not to make it
our enlightened decision instead.”
“A decision to do what, exactly? Take them home and just turn them loose in a random city? Keep them in an HEL compound for years?” Russell demanded. Kaczynski stroked his chin.
“I need a shave I believe. And count on the Jumper to immediately identify all the ways in which a situation could go wrong. Before you object, I approve of the approach. Though if you’ve already moved on to that point I presume you would generally be in favor of the translocation?”
Russell organized his thoughts as the two men passed through the central square of the town, considering what it might look like in various settings he’d visited back home. “At least if they came with us and needed help I’d be able to do something.”
Natori looked at Winters out of the corner of his eye. In truth, the Jumper was not used to speaking with people taller than him. An uncomfortable reminder of days gone by being scolded by his father gave way to a desire to see the man again. “May I ask what you were planning to do upon returning to Earth, Lieutenant? If you remain at your current post I’m not sure you would be any more able to aid these Cauthan than if we left them here.”
That feeling of familial absence returned as Winters shook his head. “I didn’t give it much thought when I was aboard the Lancer, sir. Once I was here, worrying about it seemed pointless. I guess now’s the time to think about it again, but life’s already moved past that. Not sure I’ll leave the HEL, but when we get I’m going to turn in my wings, so to speak. The Jumper corps don’t need fathers. Doesn’t mean I’m not proud to have served as one of humanity’s most heavily armed bachelors.”
Natori laughed earnestly at the description. “Children really do change everything, don’t they?”
“You would know far better than I, sir. I’m just making assumptions. I want Veera to come with me, and that if she does I need to come home each night for several reasons. I normally wouldn’t talk to someone like you about these things, but I’m sure you’ll be in charge of accepting or denying that request when the time comes,” he added, trying to keep his tone from being standoffish. Natori seemed to find the comment entertaining, so he figured he’d succeeded.
“Yes I suppose it was a deviation into rather private affairs. You have my apologies, Lieutenant. You and your sister are so different, but I can see your father in the both of you. I cannot make any guarantees, but I will do what I can if you’ve decided that your future lies outside of the Jumper corps. If things play out the way I expect them to, you and I and Io may have a mutual interest in such an arrangement, lest you think I’m somehow trying to play father.”
“Thanks for the assurances, sir,” Russell replied shortly, only broadening Natori’s smile.
“Youth is wonderful, is it not? In any case, you have something like six months to consider these questions, plus however long it takes us to get our affairs in order and depart this planet. With the threat from the alien installation apparently gone, my curiosity as to its nature has only increased.” Natori paused for a moment before snapping his fingers as he remembered something. “I need an after action report from you within the next twenty four hours, Lieutenant. I am aware that you have duties that go a bit beyond those of the average Event Horizon crew member, but given the magnitude of the event you just bore witness to, I need to review evidence from every angle, every perspective. There is no telling what the twenty or so of you might have seen or not seen.”
‘Done,’ Io replied, making a show of procuring the necessary video and audio files along with a written report that literally materialized atop her open palm. ‘Anything else?’
“You’ll let me review it first before it’s sent to the Admiral,” Russell insisted in no uncertain terms. “And later, I want you to make sure Xan is alright when he’s aboard the Event Horizon. Veera and I need to talk things over.”
‘Yes I suppose you do,’ Io agreed, filing away the materials she’d produced for his review. She waved politely at Natori. ‘Admiral, I will speak with you again some other time.’
“A pleasure as always,” he replied before her projection winked away. “Thank you for your time, Lieutenant. I will be fine waiting for the young apprentice before heading back. In the coming days and weeks I hope you will keep in mind that I value your opinion as an expert on the Cauthan, even if I make decisions that conflict with your sensibilities.”
Russell took a moment to think through his reply, knowing well enough that the Admiral was not trying to patronize him. Natori took that time to look up at the gatehouse, nodding appreciatively at the construct of wood and packed dirt. “As long as you aren’t making decisions to appease the Ghaelen, sir, I can’t see myself raising any objections.”
Kaczynski hummed shortly in reply. “Fair enough. You’re dismissed, Lieutenant.”
Winters saluted silently and turned to head off along the road to the north, wondering how many more times he would walk along the rows of crowded homes, blockhouses, and rough drainage trenches.
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The evening’s dinner preparation was a mostly silent affair. The crackling of firewood and the sound of a knife against wood, vegetables, and meat were comforting as he reviewed the full contents of Io’s report on the Forge incident. Every so often he made annotations, correcting Io’s propensity for flourish and embellishment. It had been a long time since he’d had to deliver such a report, and Io obviously found military language to be boring and trite. Between the two of them they soon had an acceptable product to send up to Natori’s bridge, along with the footage from his helmet cams. Task completed, Winters was free to address the question that had been hanging over both him and Veera for the entire afternoon. She was clearly as eager, or perhaps as nervous, as he, and he found her scrutinizing him from over the cooking pot.
“Hey there, I’m all finished,” he began, standing and moving to her side. “Do you need any help?”
“No, all of the heavy lifting is done. Just need to let it simmer for a while,” she told him, knocking a wooden spoon on the rim of the pot before taking a seat on one of their chairs. He joined her. “Your people will leave soon, and you’ll have to go with them.”
“Yeah, they will,” Russell agreed, taking her hand in his and giving thanks that they wouldn’t be beating around the bush. “I do want to go back, Veera. I haven’t seen my parents or my two other siblings for…”
Veera watched as her mate fell silent, his face looking far older than his actual age of twenty five as he counted the months. “It’s been too long, hasn’t it?” she asked compassionately.
“The Admiral managed to get them here in about three months, but I don’t think he would push things that hard on the return trip. All told, even if we left tomorrow and didn’t make any detours, it would probably be more than two years total by the time I get home. And for at least half of that time they’ll have lived without knowing whether I’m alive or dead.”
“It was clearly very hard for Alice,” Veera agreed, recalling the tearful scene from the bridge of the Event Horizon. “And she got to see you long before they will. You know I’ll still go with you, my love.”
“I know,” he affirmed, looking at the flames as they licked at the blackened exterior of the pot that had served them well for many months. “But I know things have changed here too. I know there’s a lot you would leave behind now so… I think we should talk.”
“About what, Russell?” she inquired. “I’m happy to talk about anything with you. We even vowed to do so in sight of the Mother, but it sounds like our path is already set.”
“Maybe, but when we get to Earth things need to change,” he explained. “I can’t… I won’t get sent off on another mission like this. Even if you weren’t pregnant there would be a question, you know? But now there’s no way I want you following me around on military ships, and no way I’m going to leave you after you give birth. So… I’m going to have to figure something else out. Even cabins in the mountains don’t build themselves, and the life of a recluse isn’t the sort of thing I’d want for our kids.”
To Russell’s surprise, Veera purred and nuzzled his cheek. She teased him gently. “Look at you trying to plan out our entire lives. I would never say no to you being in less danger.”
Russell placed an arm around her shoulder and rested his head against hers. “Is there a ‘but’ in there somewhere?”
“I was trying to be accommodating,” Veera pointed out. “But I would feel awful if you gave up something important on account of my pregnancy. It’s not like we planned for this.”
“No, we didn’t,” he agreed seriously, sitting up in his seat and rubbing the back of his neck. “But that doesn’t change the fact. Besides, there aren’t many people who remain soldiers forever. Even people like my father eventually take non-combat roles and desk jobs. It might not go exactly the way we expect, but I’m sure I can work something out within the HEL if the civilian life just isn’t for me.”
“Then it sounds like we don’t have much to worry about in terms of our family,” Veera summarized in a relieved tone before casting a glance at their entryway. “I will miss them, though.”
Russell exhaled and looked over at Io, taking up her usual perch at the foot of their bed. He raised his brows at her and she shrugged in return. “I might as well ask your opinion on it then,” he said.
“On what?”
“This is something Io and I have been thinking about for a while but never with any seriousness. Apparently Alice started thinking the same way and made a proposal to both Natori and Antoth the last time the two of them met.”
“Is that where you were called to?” Veera wondered quietly, taking a spoonful of stew and blowing on it until it was cool enough to taste. Satisfied with the blend of flavors, she grabbed two wooden bowls and began serving them both. “What is it that Alice was contemplating?”
“From the sound of it, taking you and every single Cauthan in this village back home with us to Earth isn’t a flight of fancy,” Russell explained. Veera paused with a ladle full of stew halfway between the kettle and her bowl.
“I- what? Is such a thing even possible?” she demanded aghast. Russell nodded, propping up one ankle on the opposite knee.
“Way I understand it, the Event Horizon is running with a skeleton crew, at least so far as non-military personnel are concerned. When they learned they were coming after me, that my ship had been lost, a lot of people who could chose to stay behind. There’s plenty of space so long as your people can handle space travel. Obviously we’ve already experimented with that a bit.”
“But why would they take us in the first place?” Veera asked suspiciously. “Here, eat while it’s hot.”
“Smells wonderful, thank you,” Russell replied, making sure to take a large bite and savor it for her edification before going on to explain some of the reasons humanity might see a vested interest in taking her village along. “From what I can tell it would actually resolve a sticking point with the Ghaelen regarding human influence on the village. The other reason, honestly, is that we want to.”
“And when we can no longer feed or clothe ourselves because we have left Mara we will be at your mercy,” Veera pointed out suspiciously. Io felt the need to step in at that point.
‘That is true, Veera. However what humanity can offer you in exchange would far exceed what you would lose. Imagine a world where one Cauthan, in someone like Anita’s position, could grow enough food to feed the whole village!’
“That sounds like a good excuse to sit around and grow lazy and fat, just like Vash,” Veera spat. Io recoiled indignantly as Russell waved his spoon her way.
“She’s got a point there, you know. Hey boy, get over here and sit! I heard you were bad today!” Russell commanded, distracted as none other than Fenrir chose that moment to arrive home, having no doubt followed the smells of cooking fires throughout the village. He ruffled the hyrven’s fur roughly before providing him with a plate of pre-cut chesko meat. It was a bit bourgeois to cut their pet’s steak, he knew, but both he and Veera considered bite sized pieces preferable to Fenrir flinging his dinner about the house like a barbarian intent on painting the walls red.
‘Now that the beastie has his dinner and I can defend myself, I can tell you that many humans choose to work jobs like those found at the temples of Tyrdus or the Twins, making things instead of growing things. That might not be a difficult transition. Even more choose to live like Thantis or Alice, devoting their lives to knowledge and its pursuit. And yes, per your conversation with Russell all the way back when you first met, there are some who engage in creating pornographic material and every other profession in between. Based on the amount of garbage I’ve scrubbed from the Event Horizon’s intranet there will be a market for Cauthan smut when we return to Earth one way or another, but I’d rather space my main processors than ruminate on that for too long. You are right, Veera. Being lazy, indolent, and fat is a temptation when you live in a land of plenty, but I think it is better than starvation, death by raider, succumbing to treatable illnesses, or freezing to death.’
“Not to mention there are plenty of human communities who prefer to keep to what they consider to be the ‘old ways’,” Russell added. “I’m not saying anyone’s given the logistics serious thought, but the idea is out there now and it’s not just me and Io who would want to see you all paid back for letting me live here and keeping me alive.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that we would be giving up our freedom and putting our lives in your hands, Russell,” Veera pointed out. “I choose to do so on account of our bonds of marriage and because I consider you to be a male who does not think in such terms. That doesn’t mean that this village will be treated the same way.”
Russell was unable to brush her concerns away, knowing that he was far from the most senior HEL individual in the system anymore. He didn't foresee any issues with the Admiral honoring the union he shared with Veera, but he hadn't exactly married the rest of the village. "I know, but it's not like Io or I would abandon them. I'm not worth much, honestly, but you've seen what Io can do when she doesn't get what she wants."
'I resent that,' she told him. 'You act as though I saw the Event Horizon and thought give me the shiny ship.'
Russell and Veera looked at Io quietly, chewing over tenderized pieces of chesko. She eventually backtracked. ‘Well don’t blame me for having the ability to do both at once! Besides, it’s not even that shiny.’
Veera laughed pleasantly as she reached over to scratch Fenrir between the ears. Between the slowly waning cooking fire and his dinner the hyrven was already headed for dreamland. “I appreciate the sentiment, Io. I know that you and Russell would not abandon us, but that will not make it any easier, especially for people like Ratha and Antoth.”
“That’s a bit of an understatement. I wouldn’t be surprised if it proved necessary to drag Ratha kicking and screaming into a shuttle,” Winters added, finding the image amusing. “Ah well, like I said it’s really not a decision that any of us get to make. I just wanted your perspective. I guess it’s probably a scary concept more than anything.”
“Yes, it is,” Veera agreed quietly. “And unlike me, they do not have someone like you to lean on.”
“Fair enough. Hopefully we can get a few set up like Xan, familiarize themselves with the ship at least. Sounds like Natori could use help and you all have five fingers, an opposable thumb, and are of approximately human height,” Winters reasoned. “Speaking of which, why don’t you head on up, Io. He should be aboard already. I think we’re just going to clean up dinner here.”
Veera waved her feathers in understanding as Io nodded and killed her projection. ‘I suppose I could check back in on my various VI monitoring subroutines as well. As you say sir. I will return later tonight.’
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“By Kel this place is big,” Xan complained, walking through corridor after corridor aboard the Event Horizon. He’d returned to his normal weight so he figured he had to be somewhere close to his destination, but with every turn he only seemed to find yet another sign featuring vibrant green and yellow symbols showing him the way to the hydroponics bays. The Cauthan let out an audible groan of relief when he stepped into a larger hallway and found a sizable green arrow pointing at a set of bulkheads several times his size. He could not yet read the human runes painted within it, but he recognized the location well enough. Clearing his throat and composing himself he walked up to the doors and made to knock, but found his plans foiled as they simply opened on their own and a synthesized, female voice faintly reminiscent of Io’s own welcomed him to the hydroponics bay. “Hey, Anita?” he called out, facile enough with English to use at least one word. He smiled as she poked her head around the corner of the door to her office, her long ponytail hanging most of the way to the floor from her seated position. She was confused to see him, which confused him in turn.
“X-Xan?” she stuttered. “What are you um, doing here?”
The Cauthan leaned heavily on his cane, putting two and two together before letting out a long sigh of realization and clicking a talon on the floor. “You know, if you’d prefer to work for someone who doesn’t enjoy surprises, Antoth would be happy to have you if you can grow food for us. He’s a similar color too, so that wouldn’t be much of a change, right? He wanted me to check in and see how things are going up here. Guess Natori didn’t give you a warning?”
“No, he didn’t,” Anita confirmed quietly, unsure whether to find humor in the idea of working for Antoth or trying to explain to Xan that it was the height of rudeness to remark on someone’s skin color in such a way. In the end she sat in silent embarrassment as her stomach betrayed her and growled audibly. Even with his mangled left ear Xan was able to pick up on it just fine.
“I have a place to sleep up here so maybe let’s get food first? Not like I’m in a rush or anything. Well, I actually can’t rush much of anywhere these days,” he quipped, pointing to his gimped leg. “I don’t really know my way around so… or was I interrupting something?”
Anita couldn’t bring herself to say no, so instead she zipped up her jumpsuit, grabbed her tablet, and ensured the automated subroutines were all green before tucking her chair neatly away at her desk. “So, ah, how have you been, Xan?” she asked politely, leading the way from her usual haunt to the hallways that would take them to the civilian canteen. The Cauthan kept a sure pace, his cane accentuating his progress. He chuckled to himself as he summed up the events of the prior cycle in one word.
“Busy.”
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