Jr. L. J. Stecher

Summary

Jr. L. J. Stecher Cakewalk to Gloryanna

The fruit of the marocca is delicious and fabulously expensive. The plant grew only on the single planet Mypore II. Transshipped seeds invariably failed to germinate, which explained its rarity.
The Myporians were usually, and understandably, bitterly, opposed to letting any of the living plants get shipped off their planet. But when I offered them a sizable piece of cash plus a perpetual share of the profits for letting us take a load of marocca plants to Gloryanna III, they relented and, for the first time in history, gave their assent.
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Jr. L. J. Stecher Cakewalk to Gloryanna

I urged him. "The marocca plants were still in good shape, weren't they?"
Hannah nodded. "They were growing luxuriously." He nodded his head a couple of more times, in spite of the discomfort it must have given him.
He said, "They made me burn the entire crop right away, of course. They didn't get all of the carolla or dingleburys, though. Or spores."
"Gloryanna III is the original home planet of marocca. They hated the stuff, of course, but they liked the profit. Then, when a plague almost wiped out the dingleburys, they introduced khorram furs as a cash crop.
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Jr. L. J. Stecher Cakewalk to Gloryanna

I asked him. I answered myself at once. "No. There must be more. You haven't told me why you hid out in the bathroom, yet."
"Not yet," said Captain Hannah. "Like you, I figured I had the situation fairly well under control, but like you, I hadn't thought things through. The plastic membranes hadn't torn when we brought the tanks in board the Delta Crucis. It never occurred to me to hunt around for the reasons for the change.
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