Shango

Valaya was a primitive society, yet the natives had a way of communicating that had the experts stumped....
This, said chief Van Isaac, is our new trouble spot. The older man's rodlike finger probed decisively at a violet dot placed on a thin yellow line of a circle, third out from a sun. Other dots peppered the giant glazed star map, companions of which hung on the other three walls of the chamber. Valaya is the name of the place, Van Isaac continued. Perhaps you know something about it.
Not much, said the other, a thirtyish, lean man by the name of Arnold Koven. I mean, not a great deal besides what the telefilms have screamed for the past two weeks. Revolution, slaughter, tribe against tribe. Koven placed a cigarette between his lips, and his eyes smiled with gentle cynicism. Valaya has a Creole sound.
You'll have no vacation, believe me, Van Isaac responded. During the colonization, Valaya was peopled largely by residents of the Caribbean. The inhabitants have intermarried over the past sixty years, so there is a slight blue Martian strain. Valaya was seeded with sugar and tin to provide for economy, but left rather backward—by choice of the colonists. Koven moved his eyes from the star map to his superior.
Have you localized the trouble?
Yes. These raids have moved from the small north continent— Van Isaac touched one of a row of studs on the desk. An immense rear projection lantern view on the wall where the map had been, settled into focus.
The raids are the combined effort of the people of the north continent, which is small. The attacks are focused across the channel to the larger south continent. Somehow, the people on North have been inveigled into believing they have a right to South. Our only bit of information is that a man named Bruschloss— Koven suddenly straightened in the theatrical gloom where his cigarette smoke floated torpidly. Bruschloss? The one you used to call The Hog?
The Hog, yes. He is a citizen of the Betelgeuse Bloc with right-of-entry to any of our planets. He claims to be solely interested in setting up a trading company on Valaya, with headquarters at the village of Maru. But the attacks date from two weeks after he arrived. So, said Van Isaac, tone hardening, I know he is undoubtedly behind all this, and I want him stopped.