One of the asteroids slipped out of view of the remote cameras, and Lunzie was thrown out of her chair as the huge ship fired all its starboard boosters, attempting to avoid collision. Crashing sounds reverberated through the corridor, and the floor shook. Some of the smaller fragments must have struck the ship.
The red alert beacons in the corridor went off. "Evacuate!" the captain"s voice shouted. "We can"t get the engines firing. All personnel, evacuate!"
As the klaxon sounded, Lunzie"s mind reached for Discipline. She willed herself to be calm, recalling all her training on what to do in a red alert. The list scrolled up in her mind as clearly as it would do on a computer screen. Make sure all who are disabled or too young to look after themselves are safe, then secure yourself - but most importantly, waste no time! Lunzie paused only long enough to grab Fiona"s hologram off the desk and stow it in a pocket before she dashed out into the corridor, heading for her section"s escape capsule.
The crew section was a curved strip one level high across the equator of the spherical freighter. When the ship was making a delivery run, she could carry as many as eighty crew in the twenty small sleeping cubicles, ten on either side of the common rooms. At intervals along the corridor, round hatchways opened onto permanently moored escape capsules. Lunzie"s office was at the far left end of the crew section.
The ship rocked. They"d been struck again, this time by a big fragment. There was a gasp of life support fans and compressors speeding up to move the air in spite of a hull breach. All the lights in the corridor went out, and in the center of one wall, a circle of bright red LEDs chased around the hatch of the escape capsule, which irised open as Lunzie ran toward it.
She waited at the hatch, staring down the long corridor toward the center of the crew section to see if anyone was coming to board this escape shuttle with her. Her heart hammered with fear and impatience. The capsule iris would close and launch automatically thirty seconds after a body entered the hatchway, so she forced herself to wait. Lunzie wanted to be certain that there was no one else in this section that she would be abandoning if she took off alone in the capsule.
There was a deafening bang, and then a roar like thunder echoed in the corridor. A section of rock the size of her head burst through the bulkhead less than a hundred feet down the pa.s.sage, cutting her off from the rest of the crew. Lunzie ducked the splinters, and grabbed with both hands at the edge of the hatchway, as the vacuum of s.p.a.ce dragged the ship"s atmosphere out through the tear in the hull. Gritting her teeth tightly, she clung to the metal lip, and watched furniture, clothing, coffee cups, atmosphere suits fly through the air toward the gap. The air dropped to near freezing, and frost formed swiftly on her rings and sleeve fasteners, and on her eyelashes, cheeks and lips. Her hands were growing numb with cold. Lunzie wasn"t sure how long she could hang on before she, too, was sucked out into s.p.a.ce through that hole. This was death, she knew. Then: a miracle.
She heard a rending sound, and her desk and chair flew out of her office door, ricocheted off the opposite corridor wall with individual bangs, and collided in the tear in the hull. The tornadic winds died momentarily, blocked by her office furniture. Lunzie grabbed the opportunity to save herself. She dove through the hatchway headfirst, tucking and rolling to land unhurt between the rows of impact seats. She arched up from the floor to punch the manual door control with her fist, then crawled to the steering controls, not bothering to right herself before sending the pod hurtling into s.p.a.ce.
The capsule spun away from the side of the Nellie Mine Nellie Mine. Lunzie was flung about in the tiny cabin. She caught hold of the handloops, yanked herself into the pilot"s seat and strapped in.
The lumpy shape of the mining ship looked like another asteroid against the curtain of stars. The brief strip of living s.p.a.ce raised across a 60 degree arc of the ship"s midsection bloomed with other pin-points of light as the rest of the crew evacuated in vessels like hers. She regretted that there hadn"t been opportunity for anyone else to join her in the escape pod, company until rescue could reach them, but s.p.a.ce! when the alarm sounds, you go, or you die.
She could see where the gigantic asteroid had struck the Nellie Nellie. It had torn away a large section of the crew quarters at the opposite end of the strip from hers, creased the hull deeply, and sailed away on a tangential course. The second asteroid, the size of a moon, would do far more damage. The ship, still on automatic pilot, was slowly turning toward her, firing on all the steering thrusters down one side, so the jagged rock would take it broadside instead of a direct strike. She watched, fascinated and horrified, as the two immense bodies met, and melded.
Her little pod hurtled outward at ever-increasing speed, but much faster still came the explosion, the overtaxed inner engine kicking through the plating behind the living quarters, imploding the sh.e.l.ls and then kicking the debris forward of the directionless hulk. Pieces of red-hot hull plating shot past her, some missing her small boat by mere yards. The planetoid deflected away, its course changed only slightly.
Lunzie let go of the breath she had been holding. The disaster had happened so quickly. Only minutes had gone by since the alert was broadcast. Her Discipline had served her well - she had acted swiftly and decisively. She was considered by her masters a natural Candidate, who had already achieved much on her own. Basic training in Discipline was recommended for medics and Fleet officers of command rank and above, especially those who would be going into hazardous situations - much like this. Over the years, Lunzie had achieved Adept status. It was a pity she hadn"t been able to go on with her lessons since reaching Tau Ceti. Lunzie was grateful for the instruction, which had probably saved her life, but she realized that her capsule was still at least two weeks travel away from the Mining Platform. She switched on the communication set and leaned over the audio pickup.
"Mayday, Mayday. This is Nellie Mine Nellie Mine Shuttle, registration number NM-EC-02. I repeat, Mayday." Shuttle, registration number NM-EC-02. I repeat, Mayday."
A wave of static poured out of the speaker. Underneath it, she could hear a voice. The static gradually died, and a man"s voice spoke clearly. "I hear you, EC-02. This is Captain Cosimo, in EC-04. Is that you, Lunzie?"
"Yes, sir. Is everyone else all right?"
"Yes, dammit. All present and accounted for but you. We thought we"d lost you when Damage Control reported a punch through in your wing. That was one h.e.l.l of a bang. I knew it would happen one day. Poor old Nellie Nellie. Are you all right?"
"I"m fine."
"Good. We"ve been signalling, but there"s no one in immediate range. Before the blast, we sent off a message to Descartes 6 advising them to send someone out for us. Lock in your beacon to 34.8 and activate."
Lunzie found the controls and punched in the command. "How long will it take for them to reach us, Cosimo?"
There was more static, and the captain"s voice broke through it, fainter than before. ". . . flaming asteroid interference. It"ll be at least two weeks before the message reaches them, and I"d estimate it"ll take them four more weeks to find us. I am ordering cold sleep. Doctor. Any comments or objections?"
"No, sir. I concur. It would be an emotional strain for so many people to spend six weeks awake in such close quarters, even providing the synthesisers and recyclers hold out."
"That"s for certain. There are two crew on this shuttle, including the Ryxi, who"re squawking about their d.a.m.ned eggs and claustrophobia. I wish you were here to oversee the deepsleep process. Doctor. Hypodermic compressors make me nervous." Cosimo didn"t sound in the least distressed, but Lunzie was grateful to him for keeping the mood light.
"Nothing to it," she said. "Just remember, pointed end down."
With a hearty laugh, the captain signed off. Inside the shuttle"s medical supply locker were several vials containing medicines: depressants, restoratives, and the cold sleep preservative formula alongside its antidote. Lunzie removed the spraygun from its niche and loaded in a vial of the cryogenic. She would have only moments before the formula took effect, so she prepared a cradling pad from stored thermal blankets, and wadded up a few more under her head as a pillow. She fed instructions to the ship"s computer, giving details of her ident.i.ty, allergies, next of kin, and planet of origin for use by her rescuers. When all was prepared, Lunzie lowered herself to the padded deck. She could feel the adrenaline of the Discipline state wearing off. In moments, she was drained and exhausted, her strength swept away. In one hand she held the spraygun. In the other, Lunzie clutched the hologram of her daughter.
"Computer," she commanded. "Monitor vital signs and initiate cold sleep process when my heart rate reaches zero."
"Working," the metallic voice responded. "Acknowledged."
Her order was unnecessary, since the module was programmed to complete the cold sleep process on its own, but Lunzie needed to hear another Standard-speaking voice. She wished someone had been close enough in the corridors of the damaged carrier to have boarded the pod with her. For all her theoretical training, this was the first time she would experience the cryogenic process. Lunzie gazed into the lucite block, smiled into the image of Fiona"s eyes. "What an adventure I"ll have to tell you about when I see you, my darling." She pressed the nozzle of the spray against her thigh. It hissed as the drug dispersed swiftly through her body. Where it pa.s.sed, her tissues became leaden, and her skin felt hot. Though the sensation was uncomfortable, Lunzie knew the process was safe. "Initiating," she told the computer indistinctly. Her jaw and tongue were already out of her control. Lunzie could sense her pulse slowing down, and her nervous responses became lethargic. Even her lungs were growing too heavy to drag air in or push it out.
Her last conscious thoughts were of Fiona, and she hoped that the rescue shuttle wouldn"t take too long to answer the Mayday.
All lights on the shuttle except the exterior running lights and beacon went down. Inside, cold cryogenic vapour filled the tiny cabin, swirling around Lunzie"s still form.
BOOK TWO.
Chapter Two.
When his scout ship was just two days flight out of Descartes Mining Platform 6, Illin Romsey began to pick up hopeful signs of radioactivity. He was prospecting for potential strikes along what his researches told him was a nearly untapped vector leading away from Platform 6. He was aware that in the seventy years since the Platform became operational, the thick asteroid stream around the complex had had time to shift, bringing new rock closer and sweeping played-out s.p.a.ce rock away. Still, the explorer"s blood in his veins urged him to follow a path no one else had ever tried.
His father and grandfather had worked for Descartes. He didn"t mind following in the family tradition. The company treated its employees well, even generously. Its insurance plan and pension plan alone made Descartes a desirable employer, but the bonus system for successful prospectors kept him pushing the limits of his skills. He was proud to work for Descartes.
His flight plan nearly paralleled a well-used approach run to the Platform, which maintained its position in the cosmos by focusing on six fixed remote beacons and adjusting accordingly. Otherwise, even a complex that huge would become lost in the swirling pattern of rock and ice. It was believed that the asteroid belt had originated as a uranian-sized planet, destroyed in a natural cataclysm of some kind. Some held that a planet had never been formed in this system. The sun around which the belt revolved had no other planets. Even after seven decades of exploration, the jury was still out on it, and everyone had his own idea.
Illin held a fix on the vector between Alpha Beacon and the Platform. It was his lifeline. Ships had been known to get lost within kilometers of their destination because of the confusion thrown into their sensors by the asteroid belt. Illin felt that he was different: he had an instinct for finding his way back home. In more than eight years prospecting, he"d never spent more than a day lost. He never talked about his instinct, because he felt it would break his luck. The senior miners never twitted him about it; they had their own superst.i.tions. The new ones called it blind luck, or suggested the Others were looking after him. Still, he wasn"t c.o.c.ky, whatever they might think, and he was never less than careful.
The clatter of the radiation counter grew louder and more frenzied. Illin crossed his fingers eagerly. A strike of transuranic ore heretofore undiscovered by the busy Mining Platform - and so close by - would be worth a bonus and maybe a promotion. Need for other minerals might come and go, but radioactive elements were always sought after, and they fetched Descartes a good price, too. What terrifically good luck! He adjusted his direction slightly to follow the signal, weaving deftly between partic.i.p.ants in the great stately waltz like a waiter at a grand ball.
He was close enough now to pick up the asteroids he wanted on his scanner net. Suddenly, the ma.s.s on his scope split into two, an irregular ma.s.s that drifted gently away portside, and a four-meter-long pyramidal lump that sped straight toward him. Asteroids didn"t behave that way! Spooked, Illin quickly changed course, but the pyramid angled to meet him. His rad counter went wild. He tried to evade it, firing thrusters to turn the nippy little scout out of its path. It was chasing him! In a moment, he had the smaller ma.s.s on visual. It was a Thek capsule.
Theks were a silicate life-form that was the closest thing in the galaxy to immortals. They ranged from about a meter to dozens of meters high, and were pyramidal in shape, just like their s.p.a.cecraft. Illin"s jaw dropped open. Theks were slow talking and of few words, but their terse statements usually held more information than hundreds of pages of human rhetoric. Not much else was known about them, except their inexplicable penchant for aiding the more ephemeral races to explore and colonise new planetary systems. A Thek rode every mothership that the Exploratory and Evaluatory Corps sent out. What was a Thek doing way out here? He cut thrust and waited for it to catch up with him.
He was suddenly resentful. Oh, Krims! Illin thought. Did I come all this way just for a Thek? The other miners were going to have a laugh at his expense. He tapped his rad counter and aimed the sensor this way and that. It continued to chatter out a high-pitched whirr, obviously responding to a strong signal nearby. Were Theks radioactive? He"d never heard that from anyone before. Had he discovered a new bit of interesting gossip about the mysterious Theks to share with the other miners? Yes, it would seem so. But to his delight, the signal from the asteroid he"d spotted continued. A strike! And a concentrated one, too. Should be worth a goodly handful of bonus credits.
In a few minutes, the Thek was alongside him. The pyramidal shape behind the plas-shield was featureless, resembling nothing so much as a lump of plain gray granite. It eased one of its ship"s sides against the scout with a gentle b.u.mp, and adhered to the hull like a flexible magnet. The cabin was filled then with a low rumbling sound which rose and fell very, very slowly. The Thek was talking to him.
"Rrrrreeeeeee . . . ttrrrrrrrrriieeeeevvvve . . . ssssshhhhuuuuuutttt . . . ttttlllleee."
"Shuttle? What shuttle?" Illin asked, not bothering to wonder how the Thek was talking to him through the hull of his scout.
For answer, the Thek moved forward, dragging his ship with it.
"Hey!" Illin yelled. "I"m tracking an ore strike! I"ve got a job to do. Would you release my ship?"
"liiiimmmm . . . perrrrrrr . . . aaaa . . . ttttiiiiivvvvvveee."
He shrugged. "Imperative, huh?" He waited a long time to see if there was any more information forthcoming. Well, you didn"t argue with a Thek. Resigned but unhappy, he allowed himself to be towed along at a surprising speed through a patch of tiny asteroids that bounced off the Thek craft and embedded themselves into the nose of his ship. The outermost metal layer of a scout"s nose was soft, backed by a double layer of superhard t.i.tanium sandwiching more soft metal, to absorb and stop small meteorites or slow and deflect bigger ones. Illin had only just stripped the soft layer and ground out the gouge marks in the hard core a week ago. It would have to be done all over again when he got back from rescuing this shuttle for the Thek - would anyone believe him when he told them about it? He scarcely believed it himself.
Behind him the star-field disappeared. They were moving into the thickest part of the asteroid belt. The Thek obviously knew where it was going; it didn"t slow down at all, though the hammering of tiny pebbles on the hull became more insistent. Illin switched on the video pickup and rolled the protective lid up to protect the forward port.
A tremendous rock shot through with the red of iron oxide rolled up behind them and somersaulted gracefully to the left as the Thek veered around it, a tiny arrowhead against its ma.s.s. Illin"s a.n.a.lyser showed that most of the debris in this immediate vicinity was ferric, and a lot of it was magnetic. He had to recalibrate continually to keep his readings accurate. They looped around a ring of boulders approximately all the same size revolving around a planetoid that was almost regular in shape except for three huge impact craters near its "equator."
Nestled in one of the craters was a kernel-shaped object that Illin recognized immediately. It was an escape pod. As they drew closer, he could read the markings along its dusty white hull: NM-EC-02.
"Well, boy, you"re a hero," he said to himself. Those pods were never jettisoned empty; there must be sleepers aboard. The beacon apparatus, both beam and transmitter, was missing, probably knocked off by the meteor that had shoved the pod into the cradle it now occupied. He didn"t recognise the registry code, but then, he wasn"t personally familiar with any vessels large enough to be carrying pods.
The Thek disengaged and floated a few meters away from his scout. It hadn"t extruded eyes, or anything like that, but Illin felt it was watching him. He angled his ship away from the escape pod. The magnetic line shot out of the scout"s stern and looped around the pod. The tiny dark ship twisted in his wake, showing that the net had engaged correctly.
Moving slowly and carefully, Illin applied ventral thrusters and steered his ship upward, over the ring of dancing giants. The Thek floated next to him.
He followed the small pyramid out of the thick of the field and back to his vector point. As soon as they were clear, he bounced messages to the beacons: Scout coming in, towing escape pod NM-EC-02, intact, beacon damaged. Thek involved. He grinned jauntily to himself. That short message would have them fluttering on the Platform all right. He couldn"t wait to see what a fuss he was stirring up.
Descartes Mining Platform 6 had changed a great deal in the many years since the first modular cylinders had been towed into the midst of the asteroid field and a.s.sembled. While the early employees had had to make do with barrackslike communal quarters, families could now claim small suites of their own. Amenities, which were once sold practically out of the backpacks of itinerant traders, could be found in a knot of shops in the heart of the corridors joining the cylinder complex near the entertainment center. With the completion date for the residential containment dome only five years away, Descartes 6 could almost claim colony status. And would.
Ore trains consisting of five to eight sealed containers strung behind a drone crossed back and forth between the ships ranged out along the docking piers. Some carried raw rock from the mining vessels to the slaggers and tumblers whose chutes bristled from the side of the Platform. Some carried processed minerals to the gigantic three-engine ore carriers that were shaped like vast hollow spheres belted top to bottom by thruster points. Those big slow-moving spheres did most of the hauling between the Platform and civilisation. In spite of their dowdy appearance and obvious unwieldiness, the Company had never come up with anything better with which to replace them.
Ships belonging to merchants from the Federated Sentient Planet worlds were easily distinguished from the Mining Company"s own vessels by their gaudy paint jobs. They were here to trade household goods, food, and textiles for small and large parcels of minerals that weren"t available on their own planets, hoping to get a better price than they would get from a distributor. As Illin watched, one moved away from its bay with four containers in tow, turning toward the beacon that would help guide it toward Alpha Centauri, many months travel from here even at FTL. A personal shuttle with the colours of a Company executive shot out of an airlock and flew purposefully toward a large Paraden Company carrier that lay in a remote docking orbit somewhere over Illin"s left shoulder.
Illin transmitted his scout"s recognition code as he approached the Platform. The acknowledgment tone tweetled shrilly in his headphones.
"Good day, Romsey. That your Thek behind you there at .05?" Flight Deck Coordinator Mavorna said cheerfully from Illin"s video pickup, now tuned to the communications network. She was a heavyset woman with midnight skin and clear green eyes.
"It"s not my Thek," Illin said peevishly. "It just followed me home."
"That"s what they all say, pumpkin. You"ve hooked yourself a geode, I hear."
"That"s so," Illin admitted. A "geode" was a crystal strike that was seemed promising but couldn"t be cracked in the field. Some of them panned out well, others proved to be deeply disappointing to the hopeful miner who found one. "I don"t know who"s in it. The Thek didn"t say. It"s still sealed."
"The Thek didn"t say-ha, ha! When do they ever? I"ve got a crew and medics on the way down to the enclosed deck to meet you. Set down gently, now. The floor has just been polished. Remember, wait until the airlock siren shuts off before you unseal."
"Have I got a tri-vid team waiting to talk to me, too?" Illin asked hopefully.
"Sonny, there"s more news than you happening today. Wait and see. You"ll get the whole picture when you"re down and in. I haven"t got time to gossip."
With a throaty chuckle, Mavorna signed off. Her image was replaced on the screen with the day"s designated frequency for the landing beacon. Illin tuned in and steered up toward the opening doors through which bright simulated daylight spilled. The Thek sailed silently behind him.
Tiny gnats were buzzing near her ears. "Lnz. Lnz. Dtr Mspw."
She ignored them, refusing to open her eyes. Her skin hurt, especially her ears and lips. Gingerly, she put out her tongue and licked her lips. They were very dry. Suddenly, something cold and wet touched her mouth. She startled, and cold stuff ran across her cheek and into her ear. The gnats began whining again, but their voices grew slower and more distinct. "Lunz. Lunzie. Dr. Mespil. That is your name, isn"t it?"
Lunzie opened her eyes. She was lying on an infirmary bed, in a white room without windows. Three humans stood beside her, two in white medic tunics, and one in a miner"s jumpsuit. And there was a Thek. She was so curious about why a Thek should be in her infirmary ward that she just stared at it, ignoring the others. The tall male human in medical whites leaned over her.
"Can you speak? I"m Dr. Stev Ba.n.u.s. You"re on Descartes Platform 6, and I am the hospital administrator. Are you all right?"
Lunzie drew a deep breath, and let out a sigh of relief. "Yes, I"m fine. I"m very stiff, and my head is full of sawdust, but I"m all right."
"Iiiiinnnnnn-taaaaaaaaccct?" the Thek rumbled. The others listened carefully and respectfully, and then turned to Lunzie. It must have been a query directed at her. She wished that she had more personal experience with the Theks, but none had ever spoken to her before. The others seemed to know what it was asking.
"Yes, I"m intact," she announced. She wished it had a face, or any attribute that she could relate to, but there was nothing. It looked like a hunk of building stone. She waited for a response.
The Thek said nothing more. As the humans watched it, the featureless pyramid rolled swiftly toward the door and out of the room.
"What was that Thek doing here?" Lunzie asked.
"I don"t know," Stev explained, puzzled. "I"m not sure what it was looking for out there in the asteroid field. They"re not easy to communicate with. This one is clearly friendly, but that"s all we know. It was instrumental in finding you. It pointed you out to young Miner Romsey."
"I"m sorry I didn"t thank it," Lunzie said flippantly. She pulled herself up into a sitting position. The human in white tunics rushed forward to support her as she settled against the head of the bed. She waved them away. "Where am I? This is the Mining Platform?"
"It is." The female medic smiled at her. She had perfectly smooth skin the colour of coffee with cream, and deep brown eyes. Her thick black hair was in a long braid down her back. "My name is Satia Somileaux. I was born here."
Lunzie looked at her curiously. "Really? I thought the living quarters on the Platform were less than fifteen years old. You must be at least twenty."
"Twenty-four," Satia confessed, with a friendly and amused expression.
"How long was I asleep?"
The two doctors looked at each other, trying to decide what to say. Lunzie stared at them sharply. The dark-haired young man in the coverall shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other and cleared his throat. Ba.n.u.s shot him a sly, knowing look out of the corner of his eye and turned to face him. "I haven"t forgotten you, Illin Romsey. There"s a substantial finder"s fee for bringing a pod in, you know that."
"Well," the young man grinned, squinting thoughtfully. "It"ll make up for losing that strike. Just. But I"d"a brought her in anyway. If I was shiplost, I sure hope someone would feel the same about bringing me home."
"Everyone is not so altruistic as you, young man. Self interest is more prevalent than your enlightened att.i.tude. Computer, record Miner Romsey"s fee for retrieving escape pod . . . ?" The tall doctor looked to Lunzie for a.s.sistance.
"NM-EC-02," she said.
". . . and verify by my voice code. If a check is necessary, refer requests to me."
"Acknowledged," said the flat voice of the computer.
"There you go. Miner," Stev said. "There"s no security cla.s.sification, so if you want to beat the rumour mill with your news ..."
Illin Romsey grinned. "Thanks. I hope all"s well for you, Dr. Mespil." The young man dropped a courteous bow and left the room.
Stev returned to Lunzie"s side. "Of course, the fee is nothing compared to the back salary that is owing to you. Doctor Mespil. You were in the Company"s employ at the time you underwent deepsleep. Descartes is honest about paying its debts. Come and talk to me later about your credit balance."
"How long have I been asleep?" Lunzie demanded.
"You must understand where the miner found you. Your capsule was not recovered when the other two pods from the, er, "Nellie Mine "Nellie Mine" were brought in. Even they were difficult to locate. The search took more than three months."
"Is everyone else all right?" she asked quickly, immediately concerned for the other fourteen members of the Nellie"s crew. Jilet had been so frightened of going into deepsleep again. She regretted not having ordered a sedative for him before he took the cryogenic.