Lenya McKay
I was going to be trapped in a cramped vehicle with this handsome man for a few days so small talk was pretty much inevitable. I was tempted briefly to lie about my age and flirt with disaster, but like the good little girl my parents raised me to be, I spilled out the story about how my parents had gone missing and were now thought dead.
"You don't think they are?" he asked me.
"No. I mean, I know there's a possibility but they were fierce fighters. They may have been science nerds but they would've clung hard to life because of me."
I'd seen the expression on his face before. It was skepticism. But despite that, he looked over the map and said, "So I suppose it hasn't escaped your attention that we will be passing near their wreckage site. When were you planning on asking?"
I was a little embarrassed but there was no use feigning ignorance. "I was just going to casually bring it up in small talk."
"Hmmm," he hummed but I noticed a flick of a smile.
"What I don't understand is why they veered from their course. They should've sped passed the Afgar system."
"If their flight plan was anything like ours, then they should've passed through the orbits of the seventh and eighth planets; grav drive all the way."
"Something must've gotten their attention."
"You have a theory?"
Indeed I did. It was like I'd had nothing else to think about the last few weeks. To have someone finally listening to me was like taking a deep breath in nature for the first time. "There wasn't enough wreckage left for them to tell me if the pods had been launched from their vehicle. There is one habitable planet in the system, Afgar II. They said the pod signals weren't on the planet but..."
"But you don't think they looked hard enough?"
"What if they were damaged?"
"One pod's tracking signal being damaged I could believe. But two?"
"I know, but you have to consider the atmosphere on that planet. It's very humid, hot, and the air pressure is twice what we, and our technology, are used to."
He squinted at the projection of the map and chewed his bottom lip. "Yeah... maybe."
"You're skeptical, I get it. I'm not asking for much, but can we just make a quick sweep through? You know, just to see if there's anything unusual."
His expression softened. "Of course. What are strangers for?"
"Thank you," I said. I hadn't realized until that moment how itchy I'd been. I relaxed as relief swept over me. If anything, I was going to see the area for myself and for some reason, that was the most important thing in the universe to me.
***
For the next sixteen hours or so, we
talked about our lives, gossiped about celebrities, played games, and
napped. Zhoven was a very pleasant
traveling companion and by the time we'd reached the Afgar system, I'd
developed more than a passing lust; it was a full-on crush.
He nudged me with his elbow and I
woke to see a large shining dot in the window; the Afgar's red giant.
Basic scanning technology came
standard on most vehicles and while it wasn't exactly UA issue, it was all I
had. I knew that the scanners aboard a
United Alliance cruiser would pick up more than a personal vehicle but
desperation could also be a powerful tool.
Zhoven, however, wasn't using his
scanners. He was simply staring out the
window. "The reports say that their
vehicle was found near Afgar II, right?"
"Yeah."
"I'm seeing a wave-length I
don't understand."
I'd forgotten that Roens had the
ability to see beyond a Human's capability.
Roens not only could see temperature differentials but also some wave
lengths most species couldn't.
"What about the scanners?"
I asked. The readouts were blank and I
wondered if he'd even powered them up.
"I checked before I woke you.
Nothing."
"But my parents are Human. They wouldn't have been drawn in by something
they couldn't see and the cruisers would've picked up something if it were
there." Now look who was being the
cynical one.
"Maybe they were drawn in by
something they could see." He
pointed out the window at... well, nothing.
"That's an energy wave-length.
It's weaker and of a different build than anything else around it. Maybe
there was a ship out here. Shall we follow the signal?"
"Uh... yeah. Of course."
He steered the vehicle on manual,
following something invisible. We
followed that "nothing" for the next couple of hours at a steady
pace.
"What would cause a vehicle to
just drop out of grav?" I asked.
"It could've detected something
in the flight path, another grav drive maybe.
Or maybe it was a malfunction."
"But you don't think so..."
He shook his head. "Something
was out here and I bet they followed it in, just like this."
I could've continued to ask questions
but I knew Zhoven wouldn't have the answers.
I watched him stare out the window and steer. Suddenly, the vehicle lurched, knocking me
back into my seat.
"Gravity well," Zhoven
said.
"You can see a gravity
well?"
"No, but I know them when I run
through them. This is really odd."
I kept trying to see what he was
seeing, even though I knew better. It
was like trying to order the lights on in a room when you know the power is
down. "What?"
"The signal... there's no
break. There should be a break from the
gravity well."
The ship stumbled again. And then again.
"Where are we? Are we near Afgar
II?"
"Almost."
When the ship shuddered again, Zhoven
flipped on the sensor equipment.
"Could the gravity wells be
responsible for the vehicle wreckage?"
"No. It's just a space bump. It's not going to hurt anyone unless they are
zipping along at high speeds. But there really shouldn't be so many of
them."
I could see the sensor display from
my seat. "They aren't registering
on your sensors."
He sighed and the ship dipped
again. "This entire area is flooded
with something artificial."
"How can you tell?"
"Because there's no way that I
wouldn't detect at least some of these wells unless this area was flooded with
something to mask it."
"Like to mask all sensors? Make it look like nothing was here?"
"Right."
"Wouldn't the cruisers have
suspected something if they couldn't detect the gravity wells?" The UA
cruisers had said they'd performed a thorough investigation of the area. My
heart fluttered. What if they hadn't?
"Cruisers are too big to
physically feel the wells. They wouldn't have known they were there anyway."
We both knew the implications of what
we'd found. It might've meant that the
cruiser's sensors had simply been blocked and that there really was a chance
that my mom and dad were on the planet. Renewed hope flooded over me, filling
me with new energy.
"You're forgetting the most
obvious question, Lenya."
My mental celebration halted. "Huh?"
"Someone had to have flooded the
area on purpose to keep something hidden.
I'm guessing they've used a form of barium energy. Barium energy, in its
pure state, will create gravity wells and block key sensor nodes." As if on cue, the ship quivered again.
I knew what he was suggesting, but my
mind refused to process it, like maybe if I didn't think about it, it wouldn't
be true.
Unfortunately, he said it aloud, and
suddenly, I had more to worry about than whether or not my parents were lost on
some random planet.
"I think there may be a Snarl
base somewhere out here."
"But... we're in UA
territory."
"The galaxy is a war zone,
Lenya. Infiltration is a common strategy.
We need to get out of here now and send a fleet. But we can't engage the
grav drive until we've cleared these wells."
The second planet loomed in the
distance, looking a little like a marble among the stars. My breath came in
rapid pants and my heart started hammering my chest. Zhoven's fingers flew over the comm console
as he simultaneously steered the ship in the opposite direction. The marble
fell behind us. The ship bucked again.
"What are you doing?" I
asked, the tension evident in my tone.
"I'm sending a message to the
base." He locked eyes with me in what initially looked like an attempt to
comfort me. He failed miserably. "It's a long flight out of this system.
We might not get out of here before..."
He didn’t finish his sentence.
All I saw was a flash of light and
then total darkness.
***
I'd been dreaming of my parents,
remembering some of the routine things I'd often overlooked. Most mornings, Dad
would fetch his compad and a cup of black coffee, then go sit on one of the
living room chairs where he felt the need to stretch his legs out and put his
feet up on the coffee table. Almost
every morning, Mom would come out of the bedroom fiddling with her hair or
smoothing her uniform. "Get
those stinky feet off my table!" she'd chide, and he'd remove them
long enough for her to go into the kitchen. Once she was out of the room, back
on the table his feet went, and he'd continue reading the morning news as if
he'd never been interrupted. It had almost seemed like a game to them.
I remembered in my dream that I'd
simply sat on the couch, staring at my father as if I didn't know him, or was
confused about why he was there. I didn't speak to him; I just stared, feeling
as though maybe I was underwater in which one nostril was below the surface and
one nostril was above. I could breathe, but it never seemed like there was
enough air. And then I realized that it was sorrow I felt and when I remembered
why, I opened my mouth to finally speak to him.
But then I woke. When that first bout of consciousness rolled
through my foggy head, I shut my eyes tight and tried to will the dream
back. But as hard as I tried, I couldn't
fall into that pit of sleep again.
A tear escaped as I realized just how
much I missed them. I needed to--no, I had
to--find them. Then I remembered...
My entire body jerked fully
awake. All around me was darkness. I
rose quickly but ended up crashing my head against something hard and stars
burst in front of my eyes as pain slashed through the top of my head. I tried to keep my grunting and whining to a
minimum. I didn't want to attract any attention just yet.
After the worst of the pain subsided,
I started feeling around me. The dark
space, which was only large enough to hold my body, was hard and seemed to have
the inconsistent rolls and curves of rock. It was slightly damp, too, and I
heard running water from somewhere. I thought I might be in a cave.
They'd gotten us. The Snarls had gotten us.

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