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Rings of Fate S3xE9 – Destiny – Silicone (pt.5)

Hours went by, in which Benjamin pondered about the silicone aliens, how they must be feeling, sifting through the data they lifted from Destiny’s databanks.

Occasionally he requested an update from Bruce or Clifford. But all they could tell him was that the information contained in the database was very hard to decipher. Whether that was due to the converting bit, or because of the entirely different form of life that gave them this information, neither could tell.

Long after his shift had ended, Benjamin left the office. He greeted the nightshift politely, noticed that Cliff was still at his station. Bruce probably too, somewhere else on Destiny.

Tired by the events that had taken place during the long shift he turned homewards, eager to cuddle with his husband and fall asleep.

“Most of what I have been able to decipher, tells me this is mostly cultural, a few scientific discoveries and theories, that could not be utilised to influence our technological development in any way, and more cultural entries.” Bruce shoved a tablet over the table to Benjamin.

Next to him was Ony who admitted that she had helped him, since linguistics was not up her alley, she had parted from Clifford’s side.

“Well, we can’t expect them to send us weapons technology, or reactors we could use to traverse the universe with unforseen consequences. We have a similar situation on RV-p296, we are trying not to influence the natives in any way what so ever.”

Both nodded in sync.

“Continue with your efforts.” He leaned back and studied the list of things that Bruce and Ony had deciphered. “Sir?” Csilla entered as Bruce and Ony left.

“The have hijacked our computer again.”

At once Benjamin was on his feet, storming into the command centre. Just when he wanted to believe the aliens were friendly, they did something like that.

“What are they doing?” He asked into the room, addressing no one in particular.

“They took over reactor controls for alpha through gamma.” Csilla replied walking by his station back towards hers, Clifford had been sent to an office down the hallway by the nightshift.

“To what end?” He sat down, looking over his shoulder to his first officer.

“To jettison it.” Came an emotionless computer voice from the direction of the main view screen. With a nod the communication officer confirmed Benjamins inquiring gaze, they also had tapped into the communication network.

“The residual radiation, and debris in the outter rim of this system show that a ship, much like yours, had lost control over one of the primitive, secondary reactors in your ships. Although we try not to intervene with the development of other species we feel obligated to restrict the danger you, or rather, your reactors, pose.”

Scratching his head Benjamin turned to Csilla, who was as lost as he was. “We pose a danger to ourselves, or our recently diverged line of species on a moon in the system. But that would be our own undoing, not yours.”

Hissing the door to the command centre opened, Benjamin did not see Bruce entering the room, the algorithms devised by him and Ony had continued working on the data during their absence from their temporary office.

Nervous and excited he sped to the Admiral’s side, handing him a tablet.

It was a starchart, at first glance it did not make a lick of sense to Benjamin. “There you are mistaken Admiral.” The dull voice came from the view screen. Reaching up to the tablet, Bruce enhanced a portion of the chart, it showed a G type star with two rocky worlds, one habitable for humans, one a fiery hell close to the star, and two gas giants. The larger one had a bunch of moons, one of which was habitable for humans. “That is here Admiral.” Bruce explained, further enhancing a moon around the other gasgiant.

“Is that?”

Bruce merely nodded, visible to Benjamin from the corner of his eye. “We also maintain a colony in this system.” What had taken the aliens years to investigate the destruction of Horizon’s beta ring? “I see now.” He lowered the tablet.

Both the voice and the information on the tablet revealed that the colony had no ships of their own, a standard procedure. Colonies were obscured from visibility and sensors by the cloaking technology the Harpies had obtained through one crashed vessel, thus the chance of them being detected and attacked was practically zero.

Natural desasters that could destroy the entire colony were a threat, but most of those could be detected on time and help could be called in.

Some of the radioactive debris was on a collision course for the colony, the ship had been busy gathering that debris and rendering it harmless.

Benjamin saw that their concerns were genuine, but also in case of an emergency, Destiny would be left with only two thorium reactors, one in subalpha and one in subgamma. “From our data you can clearly see that we need those reactors in case our fusion reactor fails. We, and the people on the second planet of this system are the last of our people. Our native system was destroyed,”

“If you pollute your new home with radiation, your kind has met an end. This vessel will remain in close proximity to assist you in case your energy requirements change drastically, since we are responsible for changing your setup. Once you have arrived, however, that will be no longer our concern.”

With that the communication ended, and control over the system was returned. Csilla stated that the reactors had been jettisoned, and were dragged by an energy field towards the alien ship.

Although understanding the reasoning behind the aliens words, and in support of such measures, he felt as if he had failed an important part of his duty to the ship.

“It is outrageous! How could you let these aliens steal integral backup parts for the operations of our ship?” As usual it was Governor Egger who did the yelling.

“Governor, I understand your concern and dismay at the current situation, but what would you have me do? Fire our weapons at a massively superior force?”

“Horizon did that. They stood their ground!”

“And paid dearly. Half of their crew is dead, or missing, a small group of survivors stranded on the linker moon, they have numerous cases of radiation poisoning, most of which were treatable. How would you feel, if push came to shove, to sit on a nuclear fission reactor, Governor? Remember how it feels if just water is seeping through the roof, now imagine deadly radiation from the floor, if something went awry.”

Clearly the governor had not realised where the reactor had been exactly in the ring, as he again went pale.

“But I plan to rectify this situation, I have tasked the engineers to find other energy sources for the rings. I was assured that we had the resources to build another thorium reactor, and perhaps a small yield fusion device, but I can not guarantee either of that. For now, we are left with what we have, and we can only hope we never need to find out if we can rely on the promise of the aliens.”

Would the governors want him to resign? Benjamin mused as he studied their faces on his screen. If so they would free him of a few burdens, it would be more of a favor, than a punishment. “I move that the Admiral remains in office, the journey ahead is a short one.” Governor Jones spoke calmly with a smug smile on his lips.

He must’ve seen the desire to retire in Benjamin, otherwise he would’ve moved forward to see Benjamin out of office. Especially after the incident with the water reservoir, and the Admiral’s way of dealing with it.

“I second that.” Governor Nyong from gamma sighed. Most of the resources to build another thorium reactor were already on her ring, thus she was little concerned about losing a potentially dangerous reactor, that was only there if the fusion reactor went offline.

Clearly overruled Governor Egger was grinding his teeth and ended his participation in the video conference.

After friendly greeting the governors Benjamin too left the conference and reclined in his seat.

“Csilla?” His first officer appeared in the door after a few moments. “Please, can you get the guys who made this into my office, to come in again and revert it to the common ready room?”

Nodding with a bright smile on her lips she went back out into the command centre. Meanwhile the aliens had retreated to continue on their mission of cleaning up the mess the Horizon had left behind.

Not after negotiating a deal with the Harpies, so they wouldn’t disappear into nothingness any longer every time they detected a Harpy ship.

Commander Ony had resolved to remain on Destiny, as she still wanted to work with the database left by the aliens, a circumstance Bruce was glad about.

Still, her ship would continue to follow Destiny. Although bereft of their secondary reactors Benjamin felt quite safe. Their new home seemed to be a part of space that was a busy corner.

Silicone aliens, Harpies, linkers and their ever present companion the Kismet were all there, in case a crippling failure of the fusion reactor were to occur.

Although still burdened by his responsibilities as Admiral, Benjamin entered the command centre with a feling of refreshment. “Let’s decelerate, and pick up Horizon’s stranded crew members.” He smiled into the room.

It would take a feew months until that would happen, but still navigation officer Lie Fah let out an enthusiastic “Aye, aye sir!” before beginning the deceleration progress.

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Rings of Fate S3xE9 – Destiny – Silicone (pt.4)

A localised narrow beam of light was projected against the probe that performed a dance of lights in fro of the ship, displaying atoms. The reflection of that light, received by the unknown vessel, told its inhabitants of frequencies and technology of the probe and the creatures that had sent it.

“Commander!” Csilla and Ony both raised their heads to the origin of the word, Clifford. “There’s movement.”

Clearly the ship began motioning towards Destiny and Kismet. “Tell Kismet to stay calm.” Csilla mumbled, uncertain for a moment whether she was speaking clear enough.

At a relatively calm pace the ship moved up to the two terran ships, running its scanners. With a nod to the communication officer she told him to signal the Admiral.

“We can’t tell what they are bombarding us with, but it seems to have no ill effects.” Csilla reported to Benjamin about the alien scanner as he entered the command centre. Still a narrow intense beam of red light, almost like a laser, was directed at the point the aliens were scanning.

Calm, yet with efficient pace, the beam wandered across the ship.

After reading most of subalpha and alpha the beam stopped. “Send the signals again. Let them know what we are made of.” Benjamin told Clifford, who obliged gladly.

This time it was signal lights on Destiny that did the talking, not the probe and its limited lights.

After a while, when the sequence had just begun repeating a warning signal began beeping, all eyes were pinned at the view screen as signal lights on the other ship began flashing. Much like Destiny and Its probe, the alien ship began signalling.

“It’s their chemical makeup.” Ony commented, knowing that from the dead aliens the Harpies so long ago had found.

Benjamin watched in awe. It was a first contact situation, one that should not go down like the first contact with the Harpies.

“Doctor Truman, please continue conversing with our friends out there.” Benjamin smiled. “Aye sir.” enthusiastically Clifford saluted, although not a military member himself.

As the communication went on Benjamin was relegated to a mere spectating position. He could only imagine what was going on on that other ship. Was there a scientist at a station figuring out how to communicate with the carbon creatures? Or did they have a preset routine for the off chance of encountering aliens?

They seemed to have a protocol for the Harpies.

“What if they can detect Ony?” He raised his eyebrows, causing the Harpy commander to turn to him in an alarmed fashion. “Pardon me?” The computerised voice of the automated translator did not carry the offense she felt properly.

“You said they crashed into one of your ships. As so often in the history of civilisation they might believe you actively wrecked their ship, which is why they hide once they catch a glimpse of you. But now, one of your kind is sitting on a technologically inferior ship.” He winked with a slight smile. “Just a theory.”

Ony turned back to the main viewscreen. “If they have offensive weapons I do not know about it.”

Both watched the back and forth between Destiny and the aliens in silence. “You think they might do something to your ship?”

Benjamin shrugged his shoulders. It was difficult enough for members of one species with different cultures running into one another. The first encounter with the Harpies showed how difficult it was for members of two species, with common physiology, to get along. But two species that would die in the perfect conditions for the other, first contact would be even more difficult.

“I hope they will not.”

Again an alarming beep disturbed the mesmerising peace and tranquillity of the light show on the screen. “Something is in our computers, they’re downloading all of it!”

Somewhat alarmed Benjamin looked at his console. By the time he had, most of the contents of their databases had been copied already.

“We’re receiving something. A database it seems.” Puzzled communication officer Trebuchet looked up from his console. “It’s massive!”

Alarmed Benjamin jumped from his sesat, almost colliding with commander Ony, who grabbed him by his trouser leg. “Perhaps a cultural exchange?”

Nodding Ben rushed to Clifford. “Isolate the computer systems this information is saved into, if it contains a virus, I don’t want it to spread.” Thinking about incidents with linkers he was weary of strange programmes and data in the ships computers.

“I had to delete information in alpha’s core, isolating it.” Trebuchet stated his efforts. After about two more minutes the exchange of data was finished.

Next to Benjamin, Clifford began going through the received data. “Hastily converted information, to be compatible with our kind of computer. It seems to be history and arts at first glance. And linguistics!” He smiled, noticing unmistakable wave patterns.

“Still, keep it isolated, I don’t want any bad surprises.” Benjamin left the station that Clifford was working at. “I believe you were right, Commander.” He conjured up a smile as he glanced down to Ony.

After a glance to the baseball, Benjamin went to his office. Although originally he wanted to convert it back into a ready room for all of the command centre crew to enjoy, he began to see the benefits of an office for himself. Still, it had to be done, or else the command centre officers would be unhappy about it.

“Csilla. Please see if you can get hold another expert who could help us in deciphering that database.” Speaking over his shoulder before the door closed, he wandered towards the desk. I’m going to miss this. His gaze fell on the picture someone had drawn on the wall, some when in the past decades.

A colorful planetary nebula.

If it weren’t for George and their adopted children, he’d sign up for deepspace exploration.

Although that program was in its infancy, the proposed deepspace exploration program was supposed to put people in suspended animation, and shoot them in small vessels out into the galaxy, towards POIs.

Like the people in the cryogenic chambers in the spine of Destiny. Sometimes the duties of being the Admiral were taking their toll, and he began to dream.

The door signal rang, drawing him back to reality. “Enter.”

Bruce Kane, computer science, reporting for duty.” Benjamin turned to the door, looked down. Only slightly taller than a Harpy a man stood there. “You must be the specialist I requested.” He tried covering up his surprise at the height of the man, by acting casual.

“I certainly am not the circus midget you had nightmares about, sir.” Witty.

“We have redeived a transmission from aliens, who are supposedly based on silicone instead of carbon, like we or the Harpies.” Or any other life that we know of. “A massive database, and I want you to work on it.”

With raised eyebrows Bruce stepped closer. “I feel honored that you show that much confidence in my abilities. Is there any additional information you can give me?”

“Doctor Truman already identified linguistic aspects of the database, or at least he thinks he has. I was given to understand that apparently it was hastily converted to be compatible with our computers.”

Bruce lowered one eyebrow. “So it’s a glitchy mess of jumbled information? Perfect, can I get started?”

“Of course you can, I don’t know why you were sent in here in the first place.”

A slick smile appeared on Bruce’ face. “That was because I wanted to. As long as people only see my work, they get a certain impression of me, I want to leave my personal impression instead.”

Reflecting that smile Benjamin folded his hands in front of his face. “As long as you do what you do whole heartedly, is there a more personal impression to leave than the one left by your work? Now, please do get started.”

Rings of Fate S3xE9 – Destiny – Silicone (pt.3)

“Admiral!” A man barged into the room, immediately he recognised the infuriated man as the governor of the alpha ring. “Governor Egger, what brings you to me?”

“Nothing pleasant, I can assure you that.”

By the expression on his face Ben had gathered as much. “It is about the heritage programme.”

With a sigh Ben leaned back. “Which has been scrapped. All records of it have been permanently deleted. So what is still fuelling your rage?”

“That inbred blue bloods can reach government offices unstopped, or at least without people knowing who they are!” Spittle flew from governor Egger’s mouth.

Remainjng calm Benjamin closed his eyes for a second, he heard the door to the command centre open, Csilla and the other officers came looking if everything was alright. “These inbred blue bloods were of no concern to you several days ago. I am dead certain that it would be of no concern for you if you yourself would be an inbred, blue blooded heir of some title.” He smiled calmly, but the corners of his smile gave away the boiling rage underneath his calm demeanour. “The way you barged into this office, the way you behave in fact, is almost as if you were an inbred wielder of totalitarian power. If you ever behave like that on this part of the ship again I will have you detained for misconduct. If you bring up the topic of the heirs again, I will have you arrested for breaking topsecret information. Now get out of my office before I consider having you detained already!” He raised his voice, as he himself rose out of his seat.

Governor Egger had turned an ashen complexion.

“Good day to you Governor.” Csilla calmly complemented him as he stumbled past her.

Watching the door from the command centre to the hallway cloee behind the governor Ben knew it was not the last time he had heard of the governor.

In silence the probe positioned itself where the front of the alien ship was assumed, and began flashing a powerful light.

“How long are we going to try this?” Benjamin observed from the command centre the progress of the endeavour. Ony sat on a stool, normally used in a kindergarten class, also observing. “We should try the prime numbers up to 101. After that,” Clifford pushed a few buttons on Csilla’s console, splitting the main viewscreen in half. On one side the actual events were displayed, on the other he had a series of maneuvers on display. “this is a good try.” Benjamin studied the displayed maneuvers.

“Basic math still. I guess they know we are capable of that.” Shushing him Ony wanted to observe the events on the other side of the screen, although nothing happened except the probe flashing.

“After that, I thought of playing around the intensity of the light, so we can display different atoms. A brighter flash followed by a weaker one for hydrogen, and so on.” Csilla pushed a few buttons herself, showing that the probe was capable of using a few light sources at once, so the way they represented atoms could be a little less cryptic. Thanking her he began devising a new way to represent his plan. “If there’s any change, let me know.” He got up, careful as not to trip over Ony in her seat he maneuvered out of the command centre, but not without looking at the baseball of his great grandfather.

Directly searching out the fastest way to get to his husband, who was holding a lecture on gamma, Benjamin took a seat in the cab.

The encounter with the governor was still fresh on his mind. It was beyond him how the governor could be so persistent about the heirs, even though it was resolved that not even they themselves would ever learn who they were.

Save for one of course. “Locate Jonathan Carlisle.” Benjamin stopped the cab and redirected it to the beta ring, where Jonathan was working.

To Benjamin’s relief Jonathan had not told his family of their ancestry yet. Although Ben had meant for him to do just that, he urged the young man now to postpone it, until Governor Egger was no longer an issue for the heirs.

Satisfied Benjamin continued to his husband.

An outside view on the situation with the silicone beings, might bring fresh wind to his mindset.

“Did you hear the good news?” George asked instead. “That Hummington fellow is planning to open a museum. A real museum, with real exhibits, not just the virtual ones we have today.” Excitement in George’s voice was almost tangible.

“Of course I have heard. Opening a vault of undisclosed historic artifacts, and opening a museum, has to pass by me.” Maybe I should forget about the silent alien spectators for a while?

Excited like a little child George inched around. Not even once asking why Ben had come to him, after a few moments Ben didn’t mind. The excitement was almost contagious, and he couldn’t help but feel happy himself.

Rings of Fate S3xE9 – Destiny – Silicone (pt.2)

A so called beak flyer departed from the Alakah towards the Destiny, albeit cloaked itself, soon making contact with the subalpha ring, and one of the few docking ports, after signalling on a lowrange frequency for docking permission.

Greeted by the Admiral himself the commander introduced herself as Ony, and immediately asked to be brought to the command centre. From there they observed the beak taking flight again and returning to the Alakah which then sent departing greetings and left.

Benjamin assumed that she just maneuvered out of sensor range and then shadowed them from a safe distance. “Why the secrecy of your arrival?”

“Because they distrust us.” The Harpy smiled, reaching up at one of the controls on a panel, putting the area back on screen where the strange ship had been lying.

At once the ship seemed to materialise.

“A long time ago one of their vessels brought the cloaking technology to our attention, by crashing into one of our ships. Sadly these creatures can not survive in our environment, they died once exposed to our environmental standards. Since then, they avoided us. We rarely found any more than mere sensor echos.”

Benjamin had looked from Ony to the screen, studied the ship on display.

Readings indicated that they ignored the attempts of communication with them. “What else do you know of these beings?”

“They are entirley different to us, or the natives on your new homeworld.” Should Ben ask about RV-p296? He felt he should, but that would rob him of seeing it for himself unbiased. “They are based on silicone, as our kinds are on carbon. They dwell in entirely different environments. What is an inhospitable place for us, is a paradise for them.”

Letting out a whistling breath of air, Benjamin leaned back in his seat. Scientists had theorised about life based on silicone, but never thought it possible.

Curious he looked to the anxious Harpy to his left. “And you are here because of?”

“Scientific curiosity, Admiral.” Flashed dagger shaped teeth made his skin crawl, although realiaing it was a smile, he felt uncomfortable.

“Well, in that case, we better try and call them again.” He gave a nod to Csilla, who then tried to contact the aliens once again.

With negative results.

“Perhaps we should send them a series of simple signals.” Clifford Truman sighed, he was a linguistics expert, who had helped perfecting the auto translation programme that helped communicate with the Harpies. “Since they live a completely different environment than we do, our forms of communication are surely as alien to them as can be. Sound in their atmosphere is changed, our voices will be a distorted mess. If we can send them simple signals, thats different.”

He pushed a tablet over the table, showing it to the Admiral. There were numbers written on it. 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 23, and so on. “Prime numbers?”

“It shows we are not just baboons.”

“We built a space ship, sent a probe. I guess they know we are not simple baboons.” Benjamin rose his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth.

Nodding in agreement Clifford took the tablet back. “Still, math is the go to method of communication in this sort of situation.”

Shrugging his shoulders Benjamin nodded to the expert, goving him a go. Still he had not reverted the office back to the ready room for all of command centre staff.

It was funny to him that each Admiral on each of the ships utilised that room differently, in the original floorplans there surelys had been a certain designated use for that room.

Rings of Fate S3xE9 – Destiny – Silicone (pt.1)

In hours the vast distance between the Destiny and the unknown vessel at the edge of the solarsystem was covered by the probe, that had been shot out at incredible speeds. Within moments the the probe fired its engines in order to decelerate, and began taking closer readings and pictures, immediately transmitting that data back to the mother ship.

Radiation lingered in the vacinity of the ship, trailing from a bunch of wrecked icy asteroids in the distance. Admiral Benjamin Fuller knew that the radiation must’ve originated from Horizon’s beta ring reactor.

The probe returned the faint signal from another terran probe, originally sent out to monitor the further path of the radioactive wreckage. “It is inside the alien vessel.” First officer Csilla Gere noted with astonishment in her voice.

Ben was not as surprised. Who ever this ship belonged to was just as curious about them, and the radiation, as they were about the supposed aliens.

After reading the reports of his predecessors, and other ships Admirals, he didn’t want to jump to conclusions. It could be DEHumans aboard that ship, or, and that was his favorite theory for non aliens, time traveling humans from the future.

“Send out hails relayed through the probe.”

“Reading another vessel.” Navigation officer Lie Fah took his attention off of the unknown ship. “It’s a Harpy ship, coming from RV-p296, ambassadorial ship, by the name of Alakah.”

Benjamin looked at the display to his right, the Harpies did not try to intercept the alien craft, but kept a steady course for them, until reaching the Destiny.

“They’re hailing.”

The face of a Harpy appeared on the main screen in the command centre. She seemed curious, as far as anyone in the room could read Harpy expressions. “Admiral Fuller. On behalf of the matriarchy we welcome you to your new home system, and congratulate you, and your crew, on your achievements.”

“Thank you Ma’am. Might I be so bold and ask you for some information?” Intrigued the Harpy, by the uniform she wore a commander, not an ambassador, nodded.

“Can you tell us something about the vessel that is lying idle just outside our course?” Csilla cleared her throat, drawing Benjamins attention to the small screen on his console, where only their probe was displayed, but no ship of any sort.

“What ship Admiral?”

Confused he looked to Csilla, who only shrugged.

“Hold on.” He smiled at the Harpy.

Pressing a few buttons on his console he replayed the sensor data from the probe and noticed that they did only vanish from sensors a few microseconds after the Harpy ship appeared in range, much like the cloaking technology the Harpies used.

“Sending you our previous sensor data.” He commented his further actions, frantically typing buttons.

The commander waved another Harpy over, in hushed voices the two talked.

“A representative will be sent to you as fast as possible.” The Harpy nodded into the camera, and turned off the transmission.

Rings of Fate S3xE8 – Survivors – Survivors (pt.4)

Pressed in her seat by belts Kanitha had never been shaken so violently as during the first phase of atmospheric entry. This part of the landing sequence was fully automatic, but in truth there was nothing even the computer could do during entry. Flames licked up from the heat tiles beneath the ship. Scared Kanitha closed her eyes, thought about the people she had lost on Horizon. Carl.

Suddenly the shaking stopped, thrusters engaged, Kanitha snapped out of her memories of Carl, put her hands on the controls again.

Only a few meters above ground, giant red, leathery leaves rushed by beneath the ship, animals took refuge or flight from the potential predator in the skies.

Thrusters had slowed the ship down, kept it floating until it reached a clearing. There the computer aided in setting the ship down, after Kanitha had to steer it over the trees.

Thrusters went offline, and into cool down after they had touched ground.

“Welcome to the moon colony of indifference, where we will sit and wait for the bus to arrive. Estimated time till arrival of said vehicle, about five years.”

“Three actually. Destiny plowed through the solar system on orion drive, they shaved two years off their trip.” Nepumo had his wits back, after days in the confinement of the pod.

Giving him a look that said without words what she thought of his witty reply, Kanitha got up and walked to the airlock that led outside.

Taking a deep breath she closed the inner doors behind her, knowing her comrades stood at the window, eagerly peering outside.

The outter doors opened, letting in a stream of cool air. It was crisp, moldy, and although only a few hours on foot from the linker ground base and their industry, the air held a freshness and quality that Kanitha had never known before.

Gingerly she placed her steps outside. Soft ground, covered with a mossy growth, greeted her feet. On the ship the ground in the gardens had never had that quality to it. Although there were patches of grass and walkways, there was no moss covered clearing, that was both soft to the step and yet after a centimeter or two in depth turned harder. She looked up. The sky had the tiny weak glow of the sun in the far distance, barely any warmth came from the sunshine.

It was by now common knowledge that the linker moon had it’s warmth from inside, which also allowed for a strong magnetic field around the moon to keep the atmosphere from being blown away by solar winds.

Threatening almost, the shadow of the shipyard in stationary orbit loomed to the north east. Something was traveling up the tether. Silently and as ominous as the space based shipyard itself.

She felt cold. If they were to live outside their pod, they would need to find clothing and firewood. On the edge of the clearing she saw movement.

Some indigenous lifeforms had come to inspect the new arrival.

Hopefully nothing carnivorous. Waving to the others to join her, Kanitha turned to the pod.

Jackson and April stepped outside, Gerry and Nepumo followed. “Oh yes. That is some fresh air.” Nepumo commented, took images with the camera on his glasses.

Presumably for his vlog, once they returned to civilisation. “I’ve set one pod up there to emit an emergency signal once every month, starting in two years.” Jackson had left the battery of one emergency pod intact.

“Guys? We should probably seek help from the linkers.” Gerry turned around a few times. He held a tablet in his hand that was equipped with a few extras, currently he was analysing the air. “Or get some breathing equipment.” The magic and wonders of the scenery around them blended away into the background as they all gathered around him. “According to these readings there is a spore abundant in the air, that has some hallucinogenic properties to it. At current levels, nothing dangerous, but if we’re exposed to large enough quantities,” he looked around. Pinching the base of her nose Kanitha lowered her eyes. “Take a reading close to the ground.” A warning began to beep as he did so. The moss! “It is possible we stirrd up those spores when we landed. A reading close to the edge of the clearing should provide an answer.” Jackson pointed to the east.

After saluting, Gerry started walking. All the while his eyes fixed on his screen.

“There.” Something lowered itself out of the red leaved tree. The presumed plant had probably a dozen leaves, not more. Like the others that were visible around them.

From the ground the creature that Kanitha had observed stood up.

It had six appendages, stood on four to look. There was a thick purple fur on its body, and extremities. Fur color probably had evolved to blend in with the trees.

The only question was, to hide from predators, or to sneak up on prey? Pressing against the red hued stem of the plant, it became difficult to make out the creature. “Readings are lower here!” Gerry yelled. “Up there is a thing, better watch out.” Jackson replied waving him back.

We should’ve landed right next to the linker colony. “We should get inside. We have guns inside.” Kanitha urged Jackson, who nodded in approval for her to go and get one.

“Have you ever shot one of those things before?” He asked before she left. “I’m an engineer. Harpies aren’t a threat anylonger, and I’m only twentytwo. So, no, I haven’t. But I learn pretty quickly.”

Meanwhile Gerry backed away from the creature, inching slowly.

The doors to the airlock opened, Kanitha sprung inside. There was a weapons locker in the airlock, where she took two guns and hurried outside again. “Run!” She heard Nepumo yell. Looking in Gerry’s direction she saw the creature leap from the trunk of the tree, shoot across the mossy ground towards him.

Kanitha reached Jackson, handed him the second gun, while yelling for the others to go back inside.

In one swift motion the creature had jumped on Gerry, brought him to fall into the moss. It bit him in the shoulder, when suddenly several small darts lodged themselves in its body.

Twitching and in agony the creature let go of Gerry, who scrambled away from it, and found himself running the distance towards the pod.

Rising again the creature shook off the shock received from the darts, it looked after Gerry, but saw he was too close to the others.

Instinctively the creature ducked away and ran back to the forest, disappearing in between the trees. “That thing will be back.” Jackson grumbled. From the corner of his eyes he noticed more movement in the forest. “Back inside. Now.”

Kanitha and he reached the airlock, Gerry leaned against the doorframe, blocking the doors until they arrived. Other creatures like the one that had attacked Gerry emerged from the forest, undoubtedly drawn in by the noise and the scent of blood.

“Alright, we’re surrounded by hostile wildlife. Suggestions?” At the console right inside the airlock Kanitha checked the systems of the pod. “Not enough power to make it away to the linker base.” She turned to the others. “If we won’t use an ounce of power, in about four days the ship will have generated enough through solar to make it.” Knowing that was no option she still felt obligated to mention it. “Batteries won’t help it, just fyi.”

“So we have to impact the local environment even more by killing these creatures.” Nepumo sounded content with that.

“Maybe we can eat them?” Gerry cussed while April applied a bandage to his injury. The thought of having to keep eating the rations was almost as unbearable as the pain.

“They appear to be moving off.” Francine was watching a diplsay showing the outside, several cameras allowed for a 360 degree coverage around the pod.

“Maybe they too are susceptible to the spores?” Kanitha also looked at the display, but turned it off after few moments. “We have to conserve power. Turn off everything that might drain energy and is not essential.”

Sun was about to set, ushering in a dark and icy night, hence it was decided to leave the heating on, but set to a bare minimum.

Kanitha had volunteered for the first shift, of holding watch. Through the windshield she could still see outside, without wasting any energy.

Light, reflected off of the other moons, lit the forest. There was no light from the mother planet, as it was on the other side of the moon, always stayed there.

Wondering what sight that would be, she kept staring outside. Mists rose from the moss, covering the clearing with an eerie blanket.

In the mist she could see the predatory creatures move around, but only at the edge of the forest, always in the trees.

She figured that the mist was laced with the spores, and that leaving the pod now, would be a stupid idea unless she wore protection.

“No signs of our lion lizards, except them monkeying around in the trees.” Kanitha reported to Jackson as he began the next shift.

“Gerry is unresponsive. Running a high fever. Either the bite of the,” he paused recalling what Kanitha called the creatures, “lion-lizards is poisonous, or the spores entered the wound.” Neglecting to tell him that the bite would be venomous, not poisonous, Kanitha nodded.

The moment the creature bit Gerry, she somehow doubted he’ll survive it. Hearing about him being unresponsive only deepened that assumption. “We need to get to the linkers. They can provide us with shelter, protection and food.” Her voice was low, but sharp.

Rubbing his temple Jackson sat down in the other seat in the cockpit. He knew she was right, but he had objections. Before he could reply they were disturbed by movement outside. Shielded from sound the two only had their eyes to go on.

Through the fog bank a creature darted across the clearing towards the pod, and jumped at the windscreen.

Trying to hold on with its claws, it couldn’t get a hold, slowly it sank down and fell into the mist. There was no movement of it running back.

Quickly Kanitha brought the sensors online, took a reading of the ship’s hull and found no breaches. Barely outside the creature was moving around in an erratic manner, going this way, then another.

After a few minutes it stopped moving.

In silence Kanitha and Jackson exchanged a long look. “First thing in the morning.” He said, turning off the power hungry computer, displays and sensors.

Although the fog had cleared in the second half of the night, Kanitha still had strapped on a breathing mask that filtered out the spores. A few meters from the windscreen she found the creature. It was dead, but still rather warm. It too must’ve run a high fever in the last moments of its life.

Close to where Gerry had been attacked by the first creature, she found the tablet he had been using before. Taking readings of the dead creature she felt a tight grip on her heart.

According to the readings the spores had affected the neuro chemistry of the creature, just like the warning messages said, but then had taken its lungs as perfect grounds to grow in. From the snout of the creature moss was growing outwards already.

Alarmed and terrified Kanitha fled back to the pod. “Watch Gerry closely!” She yelled at April throwing her a breathing mask, she herself went to wake Jackson.

“Sutherland, the spores infected the creature, grew in its lungs and devour it as we speak.” Dazed, since he just woke up, Jackson looked at her. It took him a moment to realise her words.

“Gerry?” Kanitha shrugged her sholders, closed the doors to the room. “We haven’t established any form of command chain yet, but we need to find a consesus now.” She hissed as low as she could with the tension on her mind. “It is very likely that we are already infected to a certain degree, we might be able to cleanse ourselves with what we’ve got. We surely dragged spores with us in here, we could also cleanse the ship. But, what next? What should we eat? Rations are diminishing rapidly. We have but one alternative.”

Grinding his teeth Jackson lowered his head. “Alright, call up the linkers.” Thanking him Kanitha left the room, informed the others of the decision, if anyone was against it she’d put it up for debate. To her relief no one had any objections. So far, ever since the Dusk Horizon ran into the asteroid shower, they had gone from one bad situation into a worse one.

At least the linkers would save their lives.

“We do not have an atmospheric vessel ready to take you from your present location to the base. But we will hold the door open for you.” Confronted by either the unwillingness, or actual inability to help them Kanitha still found herself thanking the woman with the dark skin and green eyes that just had spoken with her.

Devastated she turned around to face the utter horror in human form, her colleagues’ aggravated faces. “Breathing gear, every weapon you can grab, rations and tablets. Get your move on!” Kanitha barked. Never had she taken command of any group of her fellow engineers, Sutherland was as surprised as the others when she shouted her commands.

Noon drenched the clearing in a clear bright, yet cold light, the doors opened to the airlock, releasing Kanitha, Sutherland, April and Nepumo. Francine turned back. Maria stood in the airlock, shaking her head. “We can’t leave Gerry here. He’ll die!”

“He’ll die anyway! Don’t stay behind.” Arguing Francine stretched out her hand. Kanitha passed her by. “You stay here, you will die. Along with him, once the moss grows out of his mouth and nose. Do you want that, Ensign?” For a moment Kanitha saw resistance in the other womans eyes. The question who gave Kanitha command hung unspoken in the air, lingering like a predator in the shadows. “No Ma’am.” She finally gave in to Kanitha’s glare. “Move out.” Kanitha growled.

Looking back herself, Kanitha felt guilty and dirty for leaving Gerry behind. In case he would snap out of it, they left him with provisions for three days and a radio to signal for them to get him, or give him directions on how to reach them.

Still, she could not back away now. Determined to survive and get the rest of the group to safety she stepped out of the airlock and closed the doors behind herself.

Breathing with the respiratory aid was a new experience for the entire group, except Kanitha who had gotten used to it since examining the lion-lizard. She was the vanguard of the group as they headed out towards the base of the linkers. In her left she held the tablet with which she occasionally took readings of the air and plants they passed, in her right she held a gun. Set to fire the darts, but with a flick of a switch she could turn it into the deadly instrument she knew it could be.

Behind her was Jackson, carrying two guns, followed by Nepumo, April and Maria, with Francine as the rearguard. Each of them had at least one gun, and each carried rations for two days. Through the densely packed stems of the trees at the edge of the clearing they soon entered a forest that was not as dense. Only at the edges, where light was more abundant, did the plants grow denser.

“Do you hear that?” Kanitha looked around following Jackson’s question. “No air conditioning, no ever so faint engine, no nothing. Just wind, leaves, water.” He pointed at a creek that ran through the forest.

“Stalking predators, us trodding through the forest, spores that would fester in our lungs and kill us.” Nepumo replied in a bleak tone.

Shrugging Kanitha looked around, walked towards the creek. For a moment she stopped, taking readings of the air. “Spore free.” She took the breathing mask off. Curious about the water she held the scanner into the creek. “Minerals, water, nothing harmful.” She smiled gladly, taking another good look around, and a glance on her tablet again. No sign of any predatory creature. Putting the tablet away she took a sip of water with her hollow hand.

“There is no comparison to the water we had on Horizon. This is really good water.” She smiled benignly.

Standing up she looked around, all the time ready to fire at any lion-lizard that might be charging at them. One by one the others tried the fresh water. Water that had not been through a refreshment, and refinement plant numerous times, but that had gone through nature’s own recycling circle. “How much longer do we have to walk?” Nepumo was tired. As they all were.

“Two hours? Maybe three.” Kanitha crossed the creek, the cold water that entered her boots felt refreshing, although it may have been a bad Idea, she couldn’t help but enjoy it.

After a while the forest grew even less dense. The trees were older, further apart, taller and their leaves were bigger. Dead logs were lying on the ground, all rotten through the years. As some trees grew larger they took the light from smaller trees and that killed them. “Do you hear that?” Not that again. “No. What is it now?” Annoyed Kanitha didn’t stop to listen. “There is a hum.”

Stopping now to listen Kanitha too noticed the hum. It was almost electric, but they were too far out to be at the linker base already. As she looked at her tablet her palms began to sweat, and she found herself caressing the trigger of her gun for reassurance.

“There’s a lifeform. Several lifeforms. Two O’clock.” She had picked up that form of giving directions from old movies and TV shows, apparently so had the others as they all looked in the according direction. Slowly they advanced towards the source of the hum.

Twenty meters later they found a group of bug like creatures, the size of a person’s head, sitting on a dead log, they danced around, flapping flightless wings, producing the hum.

From a safe distance the group watched for a few minutes. “Mating rituals? I heard that animals do that sort of thing.” Nepumo whispered, recording a video of it.

“Maybe. It might also be that one pack of them wandered into the territory of the other pack and they’re about to fight. Maybe they’re communicating. Bees on earth communicated to others in the hive by dancing and buzzing.” Francine was also recording.

Not wanting to test any of the theories Kanitha retreated, urged the others to do the same.

While wandering on Francine and Nepumo discussed what these creatures might have been. Birds, mammals, insects, or something they had not known all together. Paying no mind to their chatter Kanitha kept a close eye on the tablet, soon they’d leave the forest again, if there was more moss, and subsequently spores, she wanted to know.

Breathing masks on their faces the group stood infront of a large metallic wall. It stretched to either side of them for as far as the eye could see. Dusk was already setting in, beneath their feet was moss, Kanitha felt panic slowly taking a hold of the group. “Dusk Horizon survivors to DEHuman base. We have arrived at the perimeter, please advise on proceeding further.”

Static. About to repeat her words, Kanitha looked to the side, paused. A light emanating from an opening in the wall drew her attention. A door! “Let’s hope we won’t end up as part of the common consciousness.” She sighed. More to herself than the others who had a similar thought. “Even if, after all we’ve been through, I’m sure we’d find a way out.” Jackson laughed, following her.

Rings of Fate S3xE8 – Survivors – Survivors (pt.3)

Minutes later all were in the escape pods. Through a tiny view window they saw how the air vanished out the entire room as the bay doors opened to allow the pods to escape.

The bottom four were ejected, veered off on their course to the inert landing craft. The next three were lowered automatically, and ejected, also began taking course to their destination.

From outside damage to the Dusk Horizon was looking even worse than from the inside. Just two decks above their last position a giant hole was gaping, incandescent and fatal to the ship. It spanned over several decks, when it decompressed, a stream of plasma had shot out, hitting the dish, eating away much of it.

Occasionally there were minor explosive decompressions, and explosions when the fires ignited an oxygen tank.

Kanitha watched, not realising that she wept. The devastated wreckage she was watching had been her home all her life. She was in the engineering crew, the ship had also been her work, her efforts, her ingenuity.

It broke her heart to see it destroyed.

Only at that moment did she realise another loss. Her sister! Her nefews!

Carl Olafson! Sobbing violently now, she closed her eyes.

Docking with the landing pod was automated, every one of them came with docking ports for eight escape pods, before landing in an atmosphere they had to be ditched however, or else they risked burning up.

Jackson looked around the vessel. It was a standard military landing craft. All systems were operational, batteries were running at over 90%. “Salvage the batteries from the escape pods, on that moon our solar panels will have a hard time charging anything.” He went around to inspect for an algae processing plant, but found it missing, which meant they’d have to find edible stuff on the moon asap.

Hoping biochemistry worked differently on the moon than on RV-p296, so they wouldn’t miss vital amino acids, he returned to the cockpit.

“Anyone with any landing training here?” Laying in a course for the moon was the easier part of the eacape from the wrecked Dusk Horizon, landing it was another bargain.

“First we have to get there, we worry about landing this tub then.” Gerry mumbled, he felt incredibly hungry. “There are emergency rations.” Francine knew the look on his face, she pointed to a closet in the cockpit.

With a disdainful frown he shook his head. “I need to get even more hungry to eat that.”

Thrusters engaged on the ship, it swayed away from the Horizon wreckage. “We need to break the momentum, currently we’re only slowing down on our path towards the inner solar system, it’ll take a while. We should get to work with those batteries.” Kanitha left her seat and wandered back to the pods. Finding Jackson already at work at his escape pod, and April at hers. Nepumo sat in a corner too terrified to do anything.

Compelled to do the same she shook her head, chasing away the feeling of terror and got to work.

Several hours of deceleration later the craft finally began moving in the direction of the linker moon, most of the survivors had fallen asleep. There had been a few breakdowns, mourning for lost friends and family. At least Gerry could take solace in the fact that his wife and children were safe and sound aboard Dawn Horizon.

Just as Gerry had predicted, the rations were edible, but far from tasty. But to sustain themselves for the days of flight there was no other option.

“Approaching ES-p296-1.” Kanitha had taken the pilot’s seat. None of them, including the ensigns, had any flight experience, training on landing procedures was only slowly rolling out, when disaster struck. “Signaling emergency to the linkers, we don’t want them to think we are here to spy or invade their territory.”

The mostly red hued surface of the moon appeared before them. The vastly grown shipyard at the end of the elevator tether standing out like a thorn in the moon’s side.

Sweaty handed Kanitha typed commands to bring up the automated landing. “This thing can only do so much, I still need to guide it down.” Kanitha looked up at their destination. “Where do we want to set it down folks? Near the linkers, or further away?”

Jackson came up to her side, looking at the screen, then at the instruments. “Since we depend on them in case our efforts to survive fail, and need them to make contact with Destiny when they fly by, I’d say not too close, but also not too far away.” Confirming sounds and nods from the others followed.

Trying to ignore her sweaty palms and shaky fingers, Kanitha entered a few commands, coordinates and then reluctantly took the steering. With a faint metallic click the pods they had arrived in disengaged.