Rogue Wave
Part 22
Dev stood quietly observing, a towel around her neck as
Kevin and Adrian were explaining their plan.
They were in a small irregularity shaped space in the cavern system in
the rear escarpment, and they had all just finished working with the exercise
equipment nearby.
It was cold in the space. As they breathed
they could see that making fog in the air, but after the recent session Dev
felt that it almost was a little bit refreshing, not too different really than
what the fighters were enjoying as they plunged into the nearby Bay.
Well. She reflected. Really different in truth, but she
could understand at least a little bit.
Sort of. She returned
her attention back to Adrian.
“So, we think that a flexible drain assembly brought in
through this hole in the wall would be useful to allow fresh water to enter.”
Adrian climbed up onto a ledge in the space, his head brushing the ceiling of
it. He pointed at a dark gap near the roof, stained and marked with water
ingress.
There was a work light in Kevin’s hand and he lifted it,
shining the beam of it up at the hole. It was about the size of a hand in
diameter and as Dev drew in a breath she could smell
the outside air coming in from it. “Yes.” She agreed. “We could bring a pipe in
there, and down the wall. We could put a
shield on the outside to prevent the rain from entering as it has in the past.
The floor had water stains and so did the wall, but it would
be chance rain dribbling in and not a flood and there was no smell except musty
stone. Yes, Dev thought, it would be optimal.
Adrian nodded. “Yet allow the fresh air. This area here could take water.” He hopped
down off the ledge and then stepped into a lower void, as Kevin followed him
with the light. “It is not very deep,
but we could seal the stone.”
Dev followed him and dropped into the pit, which was wide
enough and long enough to hold possibly a dozen people. She walked around the
edges of it, examining the structure of the stone. “It is not porous.” She noted.
“It is not.” Adrian agreed. “It would not take that much
effort to seal the surface.”
Dev nodded thoughtfully. “We need to run power in here, and
there will need to be a drain.”
“Yes.” Kevin said. “We could tap off the main line they are
putting in for the other section of housing.”
He turned and walked over to the other side of the small space and
tapped the wall with his hand. “This is the outer edge of the escarpment, there
is a downhill slope outside.”
“We could put a drain with a valve.” Adrian remarked. “The
slope curves around the side of the cliff and down to the catchment."
Dev studied the inside of the space again, remaining where
she was in the irregular pit. With light and work, yes, it would be pleasant,
and she nodded her head again in agreement, aware that Adrian was watching her
alertly “Yes, that is all sensible. This will be good. I will obtain agreement
to move forward with it.”
Kevin came back over with the light. “I think we could
complete this by the time of the celebration.” He said.
“As I know we will be busy then.”
“That seems to be true.” Dev said. “I will see if we have
watertight housings to place around a warming plate. There were some in the
weapons area we were in earlier. I saw them when we were leaving.” She turned
and regarded the wall. “We can insert them there under that shelf area to warm
the water.”
Kevin sat down on the edge of the pit and shone the light
into it. “This will be excellent to
finish our work in the gym with.” He said. “How is the floor in your space proceeding?”
“I have to go check.” Dev wrapped her hands around the ends
of the towel. “It was proceeding well earlier. But there was a lot of
excitement after the meeting so I do not know if the
workers returned there to continue.”
Kevin nodded. “What is the procedure we are going to use, do
you know, Dev?”
“Not yet. We are
still collecting data.”
“We will fly.”
Dev smiled. “Yes, we will fly. The fighters will accompany us. But specifically how we are going to do this remains to be seen.
We will have meetings in the next days to talk about it. Doctor Dan has blue prints for us to review.”
Both bio alts nodded.
“We would like to participate.” Adrian spoke up. “In some way, if it is possible. We enjoyed participating in the
obtaining of the clay.” He regarded her
solemnly. “It was very interesting work.”
Dev considered the request with due attention. “I do not yet know what work will be required
for this other than it might require battle activity. However, I will look for an opportunity to
present your offer to whatever is required for the event.”
Adrian nodded. “Thank you.”
Would they need AyeBees and BeeAyes? Dev was internally doubtful, but one never knew,
and the plan might require resources she could not yet foresee. It was possible, that was all. That was all Adrian expected and they both
understood each other about it.
She climbed up out of the pit and dusted her hands off,
looking around in satisfaction. “This will be an excellent area.”
“I think so too.” Kevin led the way back out through the
slender break in the stone they’d entered through, just wide enough for them to
slide through sideways. “We will need to open this up, and
add a door.”
“I think the fighters might like to come in there.” Adrian
remarked. “But I don’t think we have that much room for a lot of them at once.”
“Not that much room for a lot of us at once.” Kevin said.
“We will take turns.”
“Like in the gym.”
Dev let their discussion waft past her as they walked
through the recently widened hallways of the section, the smell of newly
chiseled stone sharp in her nose.
Halfway down the passage the first of the permanent lights were already
set and on, and against the wall were long flexible pipes and the cables that
would run in them to extend the power.
At the next cross tunnel was their gym, it’s entrance now
hammered out and wide enough to comfortably admit Doug’s tall frame, and fitted with a metal door someone had scrounged
from somewhere that had the label ‘Private’ on it.
Dev found it funny. She wondered if whoever scrounged it had
thought it was too, and had done it on purpose or if
it was just a handy door in the storage area.
The door was propped open and from inside was the sound of
many sets using the exercise machines, with intent concentration and only a
little discussion. Adrian and Kevin
turned in and waved a goodbye to her, and Dev continued on
her way towards the exit to the dome.
Once she emerged into the area, she felt the distinct change
of cold as she moved from the shelter of the ridge into the open space under it’s metal cover, now lit in it’s
entirety by a constellation of halons scattered over the curved roof with long
strings of cable.
Though there was no
sharp wind since the large outer doors to the road were closed, the metal
overhead surface transmitted the cold of the outside weather
and she wrapped her damp towel around her neck in reflex as she felt her skin
prickle in response.
Yes, she thought, the warm pool they were planning would be
nice. But they still had to find and construct a space to change in, to avoid
this long, possibly damp walk across the dome to the hall and then eventually
they would have some comfort.
It would just take a little time. Progress was being made and the best part of
that was the fact they were shaping the progress themselves. Very optimal.
Dev exchanged casual waves with some of the fighters,
lightly clad and unaffected by the chill, who were practicing some sort of game
nearby, using a rugger ball and throwing it back and forth at each other with
some considerable speed and force.
There were marks, she noted, on their creamy pale skin,
likely from contact with the ball as one of the fighters was hit as he didn’t
quite dodge in time and let out a yell.
All of them laughed, even the one who had gotten hit. Dev paused to watch and catching her
interest in the game, the fighters sidled in her direction.
“Sup, Rocket?” One asked.
“What is this activity called?” Dev asked promptly.
“Dodge ball.” The fighter answered just as promptly. “Cause ya dodge the ball, yo?” He had
the rugger ball in his hand and he lifted it up,
holding the ball and waving it.
“I see.” Dev regarded him. “Yes, I can understand the name.”
“Wanna play?” The youngster asked,
invitingly. He waggled his eyebrows at her and waved the ball again.
Dev considered. “Not right now thank you.” She said. “I have just finished some exercise and I have a task
to attend to. But I appreciate the invitation.”
They went back to their play, not without some reluctance
and looks at her over their shoulder, and Dev stood watching them for a minute,
as the rugger ball flew back and forth, with flickering speed as the fighters
ducked and spun, avoiding it’s sting but catching it to throw back.
The activity started drawing some attention from the
fighters who were exiting the big cavern on the other side and Dev remained
where she was, seeing Jess emerging with them.
The game widened as more fighters joined it, seemingly unable to resist
the additional exercise.
Jess circled the game, and joined
her. “Hey Devvie.” She looked in a good mood, her
sleeveless shirt damp with sweat. “Wanna mix it up?”
She cocked her eyebrows in question.
Dev eyed her. “Are you asking me if I want to play this
game?” She indicated the activity. “Not really. I predict a reasonable chance I
will get hit with that object and it will be less than optimal for me.”
Jess grinned. “Yeah, it’s good for reflexes.” She observed
the game. “Gotta know when
to dodge, y’know?”
“I might introduce the thought to the sets, however.”
Her partner stretched her long arms out, and relaxed.
“Shower?”
“Yes.”
They turned and walked across the rocky surface, moving from
a roughly uneven patch to where the leveling had already been complete, and the
edges of the rock smoothed down for a comfortable path to walk on.
The dome was noisy, despite the late hour. There were mech
teams busy on various projects, and house operations had a team out with Brian
at their head, pointing and taking measurements, with him writing down things
on a plas clipboard.
Plenty of room for everything that was going on, and, as Dev
looked over her shoulder, plenty of room for the fighters to practice their
activity as well, the weathertight cover now over the area providing both light
and shelter.
That had been very good work. Dev was really glad
she’d been a part of it.
“Place is getting to getting.” Jess commented, also looking
around in some satisfaction. “Shoulda done this a
long time ago.”
“We did not have salvage from Interforce previously.” Dev
said, in a practical tone. “That would have been difficult to fabricate.” She
pointed at the huge dome covering the space.
“We coulda figured something out.”
Jess said, but grinned. “But yeah, that was a hella
shortcut. That much metal’s hard to scrounge in the wild.”
“Is there an option to obtain more?” Dev asked.
Jess considered. “There’s foundries, yeah.But they’re crazy expensive, and they hook up
with the miners.”
“As at Cooper’s Rock?”
“Yeah, Dee’s got a good source of iron ore. S’where she makes most of her
cred.” Jess agreed. “She’s got a foundry up the range from Cooper’s
but you need the skills to work it.”
“Interesting.”
They passed the projects and reached the loading ramp up
into the hall, which, Dev noted, had now been lined and covered in steel
plates. “Are those from the weapons
cavern?” She indicated the plates.
Jess’s boots thumped on the surface as they walked up it.
“Yeah, they didn’t want to mess with it before. Rain’d
rust the hell out of them and it’s a mess.”
She regarded the ramp. “Easier now to haul stuff. They got those baby
tanks going as loaders.”
“Yes, I saw them.”
Dev pointed at the line of treaded vehicles lined up neatly on either
side of the ramp, against what was once the outside wall of the Bay. There were six of them, parts of their
armored surface removed to allow load carrying and makeshift toolkits bolted
on. “Clint made good progress.”
“He’s kicking ass.”
“He was pleased to be part of the activity the other day and
receive a benefit.” Dev said, as they reached the massive open door into the
main section of the Bay. It was propped
open, now kept that way as the guarded boundary had been moved out to the huge portal she had placed blocking the pass.
Which had been more really good work to be a part of. She reflected.
“Bet he was.” Jess grinned. “So much old crap
here for him to wrench on and make work. Glad he came with us.”
Inside the hall, as they walked through the working areas of
the Bay there were load shifters parked near house operations, with large plas crates on them.
Jess opened one up as they paused near the last of them, peeking inside.
“Ah.”
Dev leaned over and looked inside. But the tangle of cables
did not look like anything especially insightful.
“Gonna light the place up.” Jess
put the cover down, with a satisfied expression. “I remember that from when I
was a kid, before I went.” She explained. “Extra lights hung around.”
Dev nodded. “Yes, it was the same on station, but much
smaller than those. We did not have a lot of spare power.”
“Yeah I remember those whacked
arrays.” Jess said. “Creepy old space.”
They walked across the main hall and Jess put her hand on
the entry pad for their housing, watching the stone surfaced hatch slide aside
silently to expose the stairs and allow them up, the soft golden halons coming
on to light the way.
It slid shut as they reached the upper platform, and this
time it was Dev who put her hand on the access pad for the inner door, which
obediently moved aside for them. They
walked past it into the housing and both paused,
observing.
Dev slid her comms into her ear and listened to the
checkpoints the housing systems gave her, and Jess merely stood breathing and
listening. “All good.” She said, moving on into the large and oddly furnished
living space as the housing reacted to their presence and the warming plate
turned on. “Aw… it knows you’re here, Devvie.”
Dev smiled, as she silently concluded her checks which
corresponded to Jess’s pronouncement.
“It has less to overcome now because of your addition.” She joined Jess
as they walked through the large room and into the hallways beyond it, moving
deeper into the housing.
The lack of a brisk wind through the space was notable. Dev removed the now almost dry towel from
around her neck as she walked through the food preparation area, pausing to eye
the tray resting on the work shelf, a hot beverage with it’s
steam gently rising, and a covered dish.
She queried the comp, and observed
the service entry. “We have been left a
hot drink.” She called out to Jess, who had kept going to the sanitary unit.
“Later.” Jess called back. “I got sand I need to wash outta me.”
Dev continued on and paused at the
outer cabinets of the space, hearing Jess starting up the shower within. She
put her towel in the receptacle for used items, and divested herself of the
worn, plain jumpsuit made of slightly stretchy fabric she used for her
exercise.
It wasn’t ideal, but it also was a reasonable compromise
between allowing free movement and fighting the pervasive chill of the Bay. She
removed her underthings and then proceeded into the shower area, which was
already filling with steamy warmth, a softly mineral tang she could taste on
the back of her tongue.
Comfortable enough for her to stand without clothing, and
she placed two fresh towels on the shelf next to the shower enclosure before
she opened the door to it and joined Jess inside.
The shower was more than large enough to accommodate the two
of them, along with a half dozen others if they should decide to invite
them. The entire overhead section
produced water so the effect was you were standing in
torrential rain storm, except the water was warm.
Delightful, really.
One of her very favorite things in the housing. Dev stood for a moment and let the warmth
drench her, and remove the chill from her skin, watching Jess retrieving a
handful of soap and a piece of sea sponge from the corner alcove.
She walked over, across the slightly rough stone floor of
the shower and retrieved a second piece of sponge and her own handful of soap.
It was the common soap of the Bay, a substance made from the
seawater and used to clean literally everything so when she scrubbed herself
with it, it was with the common scent of everyone and everything around her.
There was an added nuance to it that made it different than
soaps she’d used elsewhere. “What is the smell of this, Jess?” She held up the
sponge, now lathered with the soap.
“This?” Jess pointed at the crock in the alcove.
Dev nodded.
Jess stared at her sponge, nonplussed. “It smells like
soap?” She finally said, in a doubtful tone. “You mean, what’s in it? Beats me.
Ask House ops. They make it down in the docking cavern. Probably has crushed
seal eyeballs or something.”
“Jess.”
“Just kidding.” Jess reached over and dabbed her nose with
the soapy sponge. “It just smells like the Bay to me.” She applied the sponge to her shoulders, the
warm water rinsing it down along with the marks of the fighting, smears of
stone dust and sand.
She had some scrapes, but they were already fading, and some
red marks from some impact, also fading and the rinsing made the burn marks on
her arms stand out against her creamy pale skin.
Dev was unmarked, as the sets exercise did not involve
violent activity. The machines they’d
built stressed the frame, and the body in ways to strengthen it, but did not
require her to interact with others and so her own skin, a darker shade with a
golden tint to it was unmarred save on her arm where she bore the burns from
her time with Interforce.
Two different paths of exercise to good effect, she thought.
“I will ask Brian tomorrow about it.” She concluded, as she added the soap to
her hair and scrubbed her recently cut locks. “I am just curious about it.”
“You’re curious about everything.”
“That is true.” Dev
finished rinsing her hair. “I seem to always have questions. Does that bother
you?”
“Only when I don’t have answers.” Jess stretched in the
shower’s downpour. “Don’t ask me stuff I don’t know.”
Dev chuckled. “No one has all the answers, Jess. That’s why
we investigate. Even Doctor Dan doesn’t know everything.” She reached over and scrubbed Jess’s back
with her sponge. “You missed an area.”
Jess stood still, enjoying the attention. “I hit the wall.”
She agreed. “Probably a big ass bruise back there.”
“No.” Dev studied the area seriously. “You mean here?” She
touched the area she’d recently scrubbed, which had smears of some dark
substance on it. “It’s fine.” She glanced up. “And of interest, that scar
you have here is really fading.”
Unable to see her own back, Jess just improvised by looking
all around her. “Is it?”
Dev touched it, feeling the disruption under her fingertips
and the faint twitch of Jess’s back muscles under them. “Yes.” She said. “You have a very attractive back.” She added, in a thoughtful tone.
Jess mock sighed. “And it’s totally wasted on me.” She turned around and faced Dev. “So glad
you at least enjoy it.”
“I do.” Dev looked up at her. “I enjoy your attractiveness
very much.”
Jess had been about to say something, now she paused and her mouth closed on the tip of her tongue and her
eyes widened a little.
Dev chuckled, and after a second, Jess did as well. “Yeah, I
talk a good game.”
She admitted. “But I never know what to answer to stuff like that.” She put her arms around Dev and pulled her
close. “I think you’re pretty hot too.”
“Pleasantly warm, thank you.” Dev returned the hug, Jess’s
body temperature warmer than the shower itself as they stood there for a
moment, surrounded by the scent of water, and stone and the Bay.
An excellent way to end even the most activity filled
day. Dev responded to the kiss, as their
bodies pressed together.
She felt Jess take a breath and release it,
and could also feel it when the lips touching hers moved into a smile.
“Lets dry
off and get in bed.” Jess bumped foreheads with her gently. “Too many hard
corners in this damn shower.”
“Yes.” Dev responded instantly. “Excellent idea.”
Jess slapped the water controls and bumped the door to the
shower open, going outside to grab the waiting towels and wrapping Dev in hers
before she assumed her own.
The mirrored surface on the wall was clouded with steam and
the smell of the soap filled the air.
Dev retrieved a second, smaller towel to ruffle her hair dry. Warmed by the shower, the chill of the
housing wasn’t very bothersome, and she changed into a pair of shorts and a
tank top as Jess did the same.
“You really okay in that?” Jess eyed her.
Dev looked up from brushing out her hair in surprise. “Yes.”
She said. “Are
you?”
“Just checking.” Jess ran her fingers through her own hair,
glancing in the fogged up mirror. “Don’t want you
turning blue on me.”
“Not a problem.” Dev handed her the brush. “It is nowhere
near freezing now in this housing, and there is little danger of being affected
by hypothermia, Jess. That would be suboptimal in all cases even if this
clothing was more comfortable.”
Jess started laughing silently. “Don’t let me forget to get a haircut tomorrow.”
She changed the subject, as she brushed her hair forward, and thick sections of
it covered her eyes. “I wanna make sure I can see to
shoot.”
Dev patted her on the hip. “I will ask Celia to come to this
housing in the morning to assist.” She assured Jess. “Let me send a note.” She slipped out of the
sanitary unit and went down the hallway to her workspace, pausing at the
entrance and looking inside.
Despite her demurral it seemed the fighters had returned and
completed their work, because the entire floor was completed, tiles covering it
from door to wall, and front to back.
The dun color looked as attractive against the dark rock walls as she
had thought it might and she felt a sense of delight as she gazed at it.
“Hey you don’t have t..” Jess paused
in the doorway and blinked. “Whoa, it’s done.” She said after a brief pause.
“Scrubs did a good job, looks like.”
The floor had been carefully swept, and there was not even a
bit of debris as Dev walked slowly over it in her bare feet. “This is excellent
work.” She said. “Really good.” She turned and extended her arms to embrace
the activity. “Isn’t it nice Jess? It looks so pretty.”
Jess put her hands on her hips and turned in a circle.
“Yeah.” She then extended one hand out. “It’s gorgeous. You can show me how
you’re gonna light it up tomorrow.” She jerked her
head a little. “C’mon.”
Dev walked over and took her hand in her own, lifting it up
and gently kissing it. “This place is so amazing, Jess. I’m so glad we came
here.”
A tiny, charmed smile appeared on her partner’s face. “Yeah it turned out pretty cool, huh?” She said, in a
reflective tone. “I’m glad we did too. Even if this all turns out to be a crash
and burn, it’s a good ride.”
Dev lifted their clasped hands and pressed them against her
chest. “I predict that whatever occurs to us here will be excellent, Jess.” She
then eased around the taller woman and started walking backwards, gently
tugging her along. “Whatever that is.”
Jess followed along, just smiling.
**
Dev was lying flat on the new tile floor, her head inside
the metal wall box hammered into the stone at the far end of her set of
worktops.
She had a folded towel on the edge of the box, and her head
was resting on it, as she worked inside the panel. The inside was illuminated
in golden clarity from the lamp fastened around her forehead and a selection of
tools were sitting on her stomach being used in turn.
It was midmorning.
She had some time left in her schedule to finish her work on the floor,
then a planning assembly to attend in the damp and chilly room Jess had found
to spread out her blueprints in on one side of the armory cavern.
She reviewed her work and sniffed reflectively, studying the
old fashioned circuitry buried in the wall. On the box side across from it was a new power
circuit, looking small and compact in relation and she reached over to make an
adjustment, turning her head slightly to review the results on her scanner
squeezed into the tight space her right.
“Hm.”
She made another adjustment, then grunted softly, and
nodded, at the improvement. The phase was touchy, and since she was lying on
the potentially energized surface she wanted to be
sure it was correct.
Getting electrocuted was unpleasant at best, and lethal at
worst, though the amount of power she was planning on feeding into the floor’s
grid was less than deadly she had no intention of testing which end of the
scale that fell on.
A soft clearing of a throat surprised her,
and made her pull her head out of the panel and look at the door.
“Doctor Dan!” She greeted him as he
leaned into the room. “Hello!”
“Hello Dev.” Doctor Dan moved into the room and looked at
the floor, turning around to inspect it. “My goodness they did a fine job!” He
said at once, going over to the corner to inspect the join. “Very nice!”
Dev smiled. “Yes.” She agreed. “They finished it last night
before we returned from night meal and the activities. I thought it was very
well done.” She propped herself up on
one elbow. “They took great care in trimming the tile material so that it fit
really well.”
He dropped to one knee and touched the tiles. “I thought
they might have finished to your satisfaction.” He eyed her with a twinkle. “As
a few of the youngsters showed up in my lab with a measure this morning.” He
told her. “But to be sure, before I let them loose I
thought I’d better come up here and see how this turned out.”
Dev pulled herself out of the panel fully and sat up. “I’m
almost ready to test the inductance heat.” She told him. “I want to run more tests however. I would not like to over amp the grid and
cause damage.”
“To the tiles or to us.” Doctor Dan said, dryly. “Now what was it you used for the underlay?
Was it aluminum grid?”
Dev got up and came over then knelt next to him and removed
one of the tiles with an extractor tool, exposing the grid. She was very pleased to be able to show the
work to her mentor. “Yes, but it’s got a
sealed plating surface. Jess said the
fishing workers did not like it because of that.”
Doctor Dan’s expression became interested, and he touched
the underlying grid of the floor. “Yes, I see. It’s suspended off the stone
floor by those spacers.” He ran his fingertips along the bracing. “It’s an acid
coating, I think.” He said. “I suspect it was obtained
from a manufacturing facility a long time ago.”
“There is more of it in the storage section behind the
inside docks.” Dev told him. “I mentioned that to the people who were doing
this work.”
“Hence them showing up with a measure.” Doctor Dan chuckled.
“Well, I think we can let them proceed, but I’ll hold off turning things on
until you can work out the circuitry.” He leaned an elbow on his knee. “That’ll
be a great comfort for everyone working down there.”
Dev nodded. “Yes, here as well, but it’s much better really
since Jess put her plas curtain in place. It’s
excellent.” She got up. “May I show you?”
“Absolutely.” Doctor Dan got up and dusted his hands off.
“By all means.”
They walked out of the workspace and down the hallway,
through the depths of the housing to the rear corridors nearest to the wall of
the mountain. Around one last bend and
then the curved plas construct was visible, blocking
the large, irregular opening in the cliff wall that allowed access to the shelf
of rock two levels above the sea.
“Oh ho.” Doctor Dan inspected the sturdy plas
sheets, pushing gently against them with his fingertips. “Now look at this?” He
seemed intrigued. “A really accurate bend.”
Dev stood back and waited, her hands clasped behind her
back, knowing there was no need for her to explain anything to Doctor Dan.
He ran his hand over the seal of the plas
overlapping the sides of the opening, then lifted one piece of the surface,
allowing it to open and feeling the chill air come in. He put it back in place and then he turned to
regard Dev. “Really nice piece of engineering.”
Dev nodded at once. “That was my evaluation as well.” She
agreed. “The work was excellent.”
He folded his arms over his chest. “Did you do diagramming and workflow for any of this?”
“Not at all.” Dev said. “I left for the activity to obtain
the clay, and when I returned, this was complete.” Her eyes twinkled. “I did
ask Dustin about the project, he said they all just did what Jess told them to
do. But Jess insists it’s just something she threw together at the last
moment.”
Doctor Dan’s pale eyebrows lifted up.
“Well well.” He finally
said. “And when I asked Jess, just in passing how she came up with the idea,
she just gave me one of those looks.” He examined the curtain again. “Very
interesting.”
“It follows the line of the wall at the correct angle, and
the overlap of the material prevents allowing the wind inside.” Dev touched the
plas. “This material is of the correct weight and
rigidity to perform the task and still allow easy passage. Just really good.”
Kurok tilted his head slightly.
“Do you think it was just all a coincidence?” He asked mildly.
Dev remained silent, and in thought for a very long period of time and Doctor Dan merely stood waiting with his
usual patience. “Not a coincidence, no.”
She finally said, in a slightly surprised tone. “Jess has a very logical
mind. I think that things fit together
so quickly she doesn’t consider how it’s done?”
“Hm.” He looked thoughtful. “That’s almost like programming,
isn’t it?”
His developmental new model superstar shook her head
definitively. “No. It’s different. When I know a thing
I know when its from programming.” Dev said, with
utter confidence. “I feel the construct, and where the overlays are.” She
smiled a little at his surprised look. “Then there are some things that I know or I do, and I don’t know how I knew to do that thing,
I just do it. It’s like that.”
“That’s very interesting.” Doctor Dan murmured. “Definitely something we should talk about
again, when we have a moment.”
He peered out the curtain, where the weather had modified,
no longer dropping frozen precipitation, but producing a sharp, bitter cold.
“Well, let me head down to operations and see what’s going on there today.” He
closed the plas again. “I expect I’ll see you at the
planning session?”
Dev nodded. “Yes.” She said. “I
think I should have this power transformer set up by then.”
“Well, that’s wonderful. Where did you say those grid panels
were?”
“There is a storage cavern at the rear of the docking
section.” Dev said. “Behind the
temporary housing space that last suboptimal activity occurred in.” She said
briskly. “Would you like me to show you?”
Doctor Dan patted her on the shoulder. “Oh, I can find
it. Selfishly, I’d much rather you get
that heating sorted.” He winked at her. “Positions in my lab are going to be as
much in demand as slots in the kitchen I think.”
Dev grinned. “I went to find the fighters who did this work
at day meal and thank them.” She said. “They pretended
it wasn’t a big deal.”
Doctor Dan nodded. “Yes, that’s common here.”
“Jess also says things like that.” Dev said placidly. “But I
know she really enjoys being told she is amazing. Which she is.”
Kurok laughed. “And the lads and
lasses also enjoy it. Pleasing you is very important to them, especially after
Jess did what she did the other day. Did
that bother you?”
Dev folded her arms over her chest and pondered that question.
“I don’t think it did, because I had no idea what it meant, and actually I
still am not entirely sure about it.” She answered honestly. “I think… Jess believes people listen to her
because she is the head of her family.”
Doctor Dan nodded. “Yes, that’s what being the Drake means
here.”
Dev shook her head slightly. “I think people listen to her
because they want to listen to her. I don’t think it would make a difference if
she was the head of her family or not.” She said. “So it’s gratifying that she believes telling everyone to
listen to me makes them do that, but I think they will either listen to me or
not and that is up to them.”
“Interesting.” Doctor Dan said, thoughtfully. “I am not
entirely sure it’s valid though. Tradition is very important here, and that
position Jess has is rooted in that tradition.” He mused. “Extending that to
you, well, you could be right, but it also gives everyone permission to do what
they wanted to do anyway and not feel awkward about it. Because it’s also true
that feeling a certain way about biological alternatives is also traditional
here.”
“Hm.” Dev frowned.
“Its complicated.” Doctor Dan
said, in a commiserating tone. “But if I told you the Bay would be ready to do
what you tell them because you flew a Bantam class carrier into the fishing
dock it really would make much less sense, wouldn’t it?”
“Um.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Doctor Dan said. “Just keep doing
the things you feel are right and it’ll probably all work out just fine.” He
gave her a little wave, and headed off down the side corridor, to the service
door.
Which is, Dev realized how he had arrived. Which, in fact,
was why she had not gotten an alert on her scanner when the front door opened,
because it hadn’t.
Interesting. She
went back to her workspace and returned to her spot on the floor, piling the
tools back onto her stomach as she went back to work.
Very interesting.
**
“I like it.” April looked around the recon room with an air
of deep satisfaction. It was a large,
square cut space with stone work surfaces set against
all four walls, and a large granite topped table in the center that had been
literally covered with junk.
Just piled with it, burying the surface and the floor and making it difficult to even enter the door,
blocking any use of the space except for the storage of the junk itself.
Outside the door were two of the military loaders, each with
a flatbed hauler chained to the rear, and a third had just pulled up empty save
the four yonks riding shotgun and Dustin driving
it.
“S’it, cuz.”
Dustin said as he came in the room. “Storage’s pissed.” He added. “Filled up.”
“Too bad.” Jess was walking around the table. “Anyway, we
cleaned him out before. We can do it again. Some of that crap
I’m sure could be used for something.”
“Armored plates.” April sniffed “Gears and pipe and who the
hell knows what else was in here. Still smells like old grease and dust.”
Jess was in her sleeveless training shirt and a pair of work
pants, and the yonks were as closely matching that as
they could manage, the fabric they were wearing almost black with the grunge of
the junk they’d removed.
April was in a dark jumpsuit, and
entering from the other entrance with a large box in his hands was Doug wearing
a toolkit and a dun colored worksuit with a light lamp
strapped to his head.
“All this space used for junk.” Jess observed, taking up a
stance near the end of the room and putting her hands on her hips.
“Who the hell knew or cared what was in here?” April asked,
in a reasonable tone. “No one could get in here without your damn paws and
before that who knows the last time it was opened?”
“True.” Jess admitted. “Why not store crap in it?” She
looked around the space in satisfaction. “But it’ll be good for what we want it
for.”
The walls were all flat and evenly chiseled, and there were
metal clamp bars running the length of them along the top that flex plas could be hung on for review.
It was ops planning. Jess nodded to herself. Field ops planning,
a place where a crap load of people could get together
and plan an op. Plan a mix up. Her lips twitched into a brief grin. The doors were huge and metal and could be
closed and locked and sealed, and the walls were thick and soundproof.
They had maybe done that here, way back in the day. Now they would be doing it again, and she’d
be lying to herself if the idea of planning an op against Canyon City didn’t
make her grin. Cause it did.
Brent was on his knees in one corner, a large scanning console
strapped across his brawny chest, and a probe in one hand, which he was using
to scan the wall in front of him.
“Yeah, I like it.” April concluded. “That penetration a
through to Bay ops?” She indicated the panel Brent was scanning.
“Looks like it.” Brent nodded. “S’got
a big ass fiber tie line.” He had a
large coil of cabling wrapped around his neck and now he connected one end to
his handheld and the other two a surface mount in the box.
“We’re gonna need crates or
something to sit on.” Doug was unpacking the box on the other side of the room.
It was full of casements and electronic parts.
“We can tack up those prints you got from the doc, Jess.”
“That’s what those are for.” Jess had hopped up onto the
wall mounted worktop and was examining one of the bars. “Yeah
we can put em all up on this wall.” She jumped up and down on the surface, and stomped on it. “That’ll hold pretty damn near
anything.”
“Get Big Mike to sit on it.” April chuckled.
Jess stepped off the countertop and landed on the ground
with a light bounce. She stepped back and folded her arms, the dark burns on
them showing vividly in the ochre lights from the halons in the ceiling. “We
need some big ass screens for in motion stats.”
“Centops had em.”
April’s ears visibly perked up. “We can take that transport and go grab a haul.
Those scroungers don’t need em.”
“Hm..” Jess looked intrigued.
“Yo.” Dustin suddenly spoke up.
Jess turned to face him, everyone else already working on
something merely looked over their shoulders at him. “Sup?” Jess said, after a moment’s awkward
silence.
His nostrils flared a little, and he shifted from boot to
boot. “Stuff we just hauled.” He said, gesturing over his shoulder with a
thumb. “Them square plates and pipes. We can make seats outta
them. Like you showed us?” He looked from Jess to the others who were staring
at him thoughtfully. “Yo?”
April rocked her head from side to side. “Better’n crates I guess.”
She regarded the counters. “Too damn low to stand.”
Dev’s voice broke the lengthening silence. “Hello.” She had
just entered the planning space, in her jumpsuit and work vest, her scanner
slung over her shoulder. “Are you speaking of creating furniture to sit on to
work in this space?”
Dustin had spun on hearing her voice. “Yo,
Rocket!” He bounced on the balls of his feet. “Sup?”
“Hello.” Dev repeated amiably. “If that is what your idea was, I think it
would be very useful, especially if you added casters to the legs.” She came
over to the central table. “This flooring is smooth enough for them to be
effective and if they are made entirely of metal they
will be heavy to move around otherwise.”
Dustin looked doubtfully at her. “Yo?”
“Yo.” Evan, who was behind him
stuck his head out past Dustin’s shoulder. “Like wheels, yo?”
He hiked his eyebrows at Dev in question, lifting his hand and whirling his
forefinger in a circle.
“Yes.” Dev agreed solemnly.
“Yo.” Evan gave her a two thumbs up. “S’go.” He told
Dustin and the rest of the yonks. “We make em we can test em in here gotta slope down to the Bay.” He did a little standing
dance, the tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth. “Games on!”
“Sweet.” The yonks hustled out and
a moment later the sound of the loader engine roared, and then receded in the
distance.
“Nice.” Jess said. “Dev’s learning Bay.” She grinned at Dev.
“Nah. Bay’s learning Dev.” April drawled. “Which is even
better but sucks to be her since she’s already gotta
translate half the half of what the hell the rest of us say anyway.” She winked at Dev and went over to where Doug
was still unpacking his box.
Dev smiled, but didn’t contradict the comment, which was, as
she well knew, quite true.
Jess sidled over to where Dev was standing. “Good idea, Devvie.” She said. “How’s it going
up stairs?” She perched on the edge of the center table, bringing their eyes
almost level.
Dev thought Jess was in quite a good mood. She looked up at her and smiled. “Excellently.
I have completed the power circuitry, and the grid is currently producing
heat.” She pronounced with evident satisfaction. “I’ve delivered the
diagramming to Doctor Dan for his lab.”
“Nice!”
Dev nodded. “Yes, I am very pleased with the work.” She
concluded. “This space is going to work well for your activities?”
“Yeah.” Jess agreed. “We’re going to put the prints up and
set up a met station over in that corner.” She pointed. “Brent found a tie line
to ops.”
Dev unslung her scanner and nodded. “Then I will assist.”
She declared, pausing to regard the long, wide open
space on the opposite side of the wall the held the chart clamps.
“Needs screens, huh?” Jess said after a moment of watching
her.
Slowly, Dev nodded. “That would be useful.” She concluded.
“It would be like the command center at Base.”
“Wanna go help me steal some?”
Jess folded her arms across her chest. “April remembered those wall mounted
rigs up in ops at 10.”
Dev looked at her, then at the wall, then back at her, her
pale eyebrows lifting and her focus shifting off briefly to a middle distance.
“No?”
“I was just concluding that four of them would fit.” Dev said. “Brent, how many pathways are
available?” She turned her head and called out to the other pilot.
“Dozen.” Brent said promptly, without looking back at her,
focused on the termination block he was crouched over. “Gonna
need six for the tie line.”
“It is possible that they have already salvaged those pieces
of hardware.” Dev said. “Brent, when you did the last reconnaissance patrol
over the base, what did you conclude about the activity?”
Brent paused in his work and turned, turning off the
headlamp so it did not shine in their eyes.
He got up and frowned, considering the question. “Nothing coming from
there.” He said, in a cautious tone. “Not like they’re using nothing for
systems. All still just hand comms and power. They got the gens running.”
“But you weren’t looking for ops systems.” Jess asked.
“Not special, but didn’t see em neither.” Brent said. “We’d gotten scanned, that’d stick
out.” He eyed Dev. “We gonna go do a little hunting?” He looked interested. “Could
use some boards and crap.”
Jess got up off the table. “Guess we got our afternoon
planned.” She concluded. “Somebody start a shopping
list.”
“Nice.” April nodded in satisfaction. “Lets take the big bus. Maybe we’ll bring back some
stuff the doc can use.”
“Maybe he wants to come with.”
**
Like the best of their adventures, this one was coming
together as though it were just random objects falling from the sky. It had gone from a notion to a full fledged mission in a matter
of an hour and she’d just finished updating the met into the system so they
could leave.
Dev finished fastening up the catches on her flight suit,
standing in the middle of her workspace in the back of their housing, the ops
chatter playing softly over the just installed speaker on the desk.
The floor was just pleasantly warm underfoot, and she could
feel the gentle heat through her socks, as she adjusted her collar and prepared
to don her boots which were sitting on the top of the nearest workspace.
Nearby, she could hear Jess adding things to her scavenging
sack, and making a low, quite pleasant humming sound under her breath.
The flight suit, as that of the other pilots, was the smallest
available of the work coveralls that almost everyone wore at the Bay, a tough
but flexible fabric that had the sleeves cut off and trimmed to the length of
her arms, and the legs the same.
The knees had a double layer of protection, and the elbows,
and she had developed internal wiring for it that would allow her to connect to
the carrier’s flight systems and receive intel and her mobile comms were
hanging around her neck waiting for use.
Not that different really from the version she’d worn at
Interforce, except the fabric heavier and was the typical mottled sea colors
rather than green and there was a layer of internal softer cloth that added
warmth.
She liked it. There was a small patch on the left breast
that said, in block letters, her name and in lieu of the collar insignia she
had her ear decoration fastened to her right ear.
Outside the plas window she could
see that frozen precipitation was once again lightly falling, and nearby over a
hook pounded into the rock wall her jacket was hanging in preparation for their
impending egress into the weather.
“Okay Devvie.” Jess appeared in
the opening to the space. “You ready to get this party started?”
Dev perched on her workspace and picked up a boot. “Almost.”
She put the boot on and fastened it. “The vehicles are prepared.”
Jess had on her hoodie and her work pants, and a pair of
heavy Bay boots and she had her scrounging sack slung over her shoulder. “You like my haircut?”
“Very much.” Dev put on her other boot before she looked up
at her partner. “I think it’s very attractive, especially the sides.”
Jess riffled the dark, newly trimmed strands, which no
longer came down into her eyes. Her hair
had been trimmed back off her face and shaped, but she’d kept the length in the
back and had it tied in a tail. “Yeah, turned out okay.”
Dev stood up and went over to retrieve her coat, along with
the scanner hanging next to it that she settled across her body first. “Kelson
is very excited to be flying Bay B.” She observed, as she walked over to where
Jess was standing. “I think he will enjoy it.”
“You’d rather be in our bus.” Jess said.
“It’s more aerodynamic.” Dev agreed. “As well as having more
function if it comes to any fighting activity."
They walked through the housing and headed for the main
entrance. “Well, he’s got the doc with him in that transport, he’ll be fine.”
Jess concluded. “And we got six yonks with projectile
rifles who might even be able to shoot along for the ride too.”
“I am confident they will be fine.”
The spiral staircase was busy, and Dev could see several of
the other pilots climbing up to the landing bays ahead of them. They would be
taking six of the carriers and Bay B, and a load of scrubs who were scampering
up the steps in their hoodies full of happy excitement, with their fighting
sticks in hand.
“We’re gonna have to build a
second set of steps.” Jess observed as they reached the bottom. “Maybe
something up to just the landing areas. Hate to have to run a drill in the
middle of mid shift.”
Dev nodded, as they made their way upward. “Yes, in an
emergency this could be a bit crowded.”
“Ya think?”
Jess looked up. “Too bad we can’t have one of those grav
tubes.” She said mournfully. “Damn they were fun.”
Dev eyed her. “I will put that on my list of possible
projects.”
“Just kidding.”
Their carrier was in the topmost cavern and as they reached
it and moved into the access way they could already
see Doug and Chester ahead of them, talking to Clint.
So April and Mike would fly, but
Big Mike would be staying behind to keep an eye on things. The sound of the carriers being prepared came
clearly down the rock hallway to them and as they entered the bay Dev was aware
of the attention they drew and the sense of excitement that spread around them.
The door to the landing bay rumbled into motion, swinging
outward and helpfully pushed by two of the mechs to fold flat back against the
wall and the landing bay filled with the sounds of the water below, and the
fresh, damp smell of the frozen precipitation now drifting in with the chill
wind.
Dev headed for Rockstar, sending a verbal command ahead of
her to open the hatch. The carrier came
live as the entry unsealed and opened and she could smell already the
distinctive scent of electronics as she reached the extending ramp and started
up it.
The carrier had been meticulously cleaned, and Dev drew a
pleased breath in as she entered and moved forward into the nose of the craft,
going into the pilots position and getting herself
seated.
Behind her, she heard Jess’s boots on the ramp, and she
started through her setup routine with automatic gestures, bringing systems
online with quick touches as she picked up her flight helmet and pulled it on,
trading the carrier comms for her ear piece.
Immediately, bay ops was audible
again to her, the background chatter she usually kept running while she went
about her daily tasks. Added to that now
were the comms from the carrier itself, placid mechanical commentary on system
status along with the sidebands that started coming up between Rockstar and the
rest of the flight.
Like Interforce, and totally unlike. That same sense of
understated competence but completely different language and interaction, a more
casual vocal usage, the interspersed oddness of the patois of the Bay mixed
with the more precise speech of the bio alts.
“Bay 1, this is Bay B.” Kelson’s voice sounded in her ear.
“This landing facility is ready, we are prepared to
fly.”
Dev smiled at the carefully controlled excitement in the
tone. “Bay B, this is Bay 1, acknowledged.” She responded cordially, as
Rockstar’s systems came into ready status. “Bay flight, stand by for
departure.”
Behind her, the fighters were loading in, and she glanced in
the reflector to see them sliding in the hatch and moving around the gunner
station to settle into the hard, steel, basic seats that had been welded into
place along the back and sides of the craft.
It at least gave them all a place to be, and heavy plas webbing had been welded into place to keep them there,
without the danger of someone coming loose during any aerobatics and ending up
slamming into the windshield.
Jess was standing at her station, getting her carry sack
settled on the back of her seat, and she glanced up to meet Dev’s eyes in the
reflector, a grin appearing on her face.
“Whoever designed these things sure as hell didn’t have this in mind ya know?” She made a general gesture to the inside of the
craft.
Dev had just been thinking the same thing, so she smiled
back. “That’s true.” She agreed, as the last of the fighters, ten in total, got
into the last seat in what had been the drop rig space on the right hand side of the fuselage. “However
it’s quite functional.”
“True that.”
They had removed most of the storage cabinets and other
overhead material including the back shelf in the rear that could be folded
down into a bunk to make the space for the seats, and despite the fact they
were now carrying ten more people inside than what the carrier was intended for
it seemed surprisingly spacious.
The changes made sense of course, since they were not using
the carriers for the long range, isolated missions Interforce had and it made better use for the space. Dev sealed the hatch, and
checked the side bands. “Flight is ready, Jess.”
“So I should sit my ass down, huh?”
Dev turned around in her seat to look at her partner.
Jess laughed and sat down in her gunner’s chair, leaving the
trigger mechanisms all in their stowed position as she brought her restraints
over her head and buckled them. “Okay,
ready to go.”
Dev turned back around and triggered the front windscreen,
which slid open, and activated her navigation systems. “Bay flight, prepare to
depart.” She told the side bands. “Bay ops, requesting outbound clearance.” She
added, on the ops channel.
Outside she could hear the sound of
her own engines, and that of Doug and Chester’s carrier’s spooling up, and
ahead of her though the clear windscreen she could see the landing bay team
clearing out of the flight path.
“Bay Flight, cleared to depart.” Bay operations spoke into
her ear. “Have an excellent mission.”
Dev smiled. “Thank you, Bay flight departing.” She boosted
up without further ceremony on the carrier’s landing jets and nudged the
carrier out through the entryway, moving past the ledge and the two workers
standing outside, backs braced against the doors.
They waved cheerfully at her and after a moment, she waved
back.
The wind wasn’t extensive. The drift of the frozen
precipitation had shown that, it was coming down in a placid waft, and Dev
quickly took the carrier out over the Bay to clear space for the rest of the
flight to exit and join her.
Two levels below, three other carriers were emerging, under
the control of Kevin, Kurt and Keko, exiting one and a time and forming a
triangle, then boosting up to their altitude.
There was, she decided quite a bit more decisiveness in
their flight. The KayTees
had been spending a lot of time practicing in the carriers, flying patrols on a
continual basis.
Excellent.
The Bay itself was quiet at the moment.
The shipping docks were full, but there were no large vessels heading across the
surface, and only the small work boats were out doing their daily tasks. The Bay itself was calm for a change, the
water with only faint ruffles and near the entry, she could see motion as some
sea creature emerged and disappeared.
“Hah.” Jess had seen it. “You see that Devvie?
Dolphins.”
“Yeah?” One of the fighters leaned over to look out the
front plas. It was Kirin, the net hauler. “Dad always
said they were lucky.”
Obligingly, Dev told the rest of the flight to hold position
as they waited for Bay B to come to altitude, and she took the carrier over in
that direction, tipping it’s nose forward so they
could see the surface more clearly.
Near the entry, there were three creatures, seemingly just
diving in and out of the water. They
were jumping out of the sea and then plunging back into it, then one came up
and went backwards, most of it’s
body emerging into the air.
“S’Cool!!!” Kirin let out a
surprised yelp. “Yo look at that!”
The fighters all let out sounds of delight. Dev brought the
carrier down almost to water level and just sat there watching as the animals
danced around. She opened
up the external sensors and the cabin of the carrier was filled with the
sound of the water ruffling and the odd, clicking, squeaking noises she’d heard
the animals produce before.
“Wow!” Dustin unlocked his restraints and scooted up to the jumpseat, which he knelt on and peered out past Dev’s
shoulder. “So cool!”
They were engaging.
Dev enjoyed watching them.
“What is that target, Dev?” Keko asked.”That you are observing?”
“They are dolphins.” Dev responded promptly. “They are animals
that live in the water but they cannot breathe it.
They breathe air.”
“VERY interesting.” Keko said. “That seems unusual and
possibly suboptimal?”
“Yes, I have not seen them here before. I saw them at sea
and had the opportunity to offer some fish to them.” Dev said. “They make
interesting sounds.”
“They don’t come into the Bay much.” Jess was standing at
her station looking down and over Dev’s head at the water. “Must smell all the
fish in those boat tanks.”
Dev recorded the animals, then as they disappeared, she
issued instructions for the flight to lift and head towards the rear of the stakehold. “Please resume your seat, we are going to move.”
She told Dustin. “I took images and will share them when we return.”
“So cool.” Dustin tore his eyes off the water and scrambled
back to his seat, fastening the belts again as Rockstar tilted back to horizon
and then boosted back up to altitude.
“Yeah, they’re weird.” Kirin braced her boots against the
deck as the carrier lifted. “Got a hole in the top of their heads they blow air
and snot out of.”
“Whales do too.” Jess settled back into her seat. “Swam with
a whale once. Damn thing’s eyeball was bigger than my head.” She put her hands
behind her head and leaned back, as everyone looked at her in interested
silence. “No idea how smart they are but I was breathing water at the time and it was staring at me like, what the hell is this
thing?”
“Why the hell can’t it breathe water like all the other
fish?” Evan asked, from his seat next to Kirin, who shrugged. “Like what’s the
point of a fish that lives in water and can’t breathe?”
“It isn’t a fish.” Dev responded knowledgeably. “I
researched it after Jess told me that once we returned from that mission. It is
a mammal.” She switched channels. “Bay
flight, please form up, and prepare to change vector for our destination.”
“Mammal.” Evan mouthed thoughtfully. He looked at Kirin, and shrugged, and she
shrugged back. “Looked like a fish.”
Jess smiled, memories of school surfacing. “Not many of them
left.” She remarked. “Polar bears, seals, seal lions,
and us, I guess, and whales and dolphins. No idea why they never learned to
breath water.”
“Weird.” Kirin said “Maybe that’s
why the old salties think they’re lucky cause they ain’t all drowned.”
Dev set course and ordered the flight forward, and then she
settled back to review the results of her long range
scans as they started the relatively short flight to Interforce Base 10, or
what was left of it. She had charted a
course along the coastline, out of habit and once they had cleared the
protection of the Bay walls the waves were continuous as they rolled up and
crashed against the rocky promontories.
Beaches only when the tides dropped, and then the scrubs
from the Bay would climb down the cliffs with rapid agility and scour the
revealed rocky and sandy surface of whatever they could find that the waves
brought in.
A heavy bag full, then the tides would chase them back up
the cliffs to the roughly cut stone paths to the storage levels of the Bay to
dump off their find and qualify for their slot, and shelter and food. Very
difficult work.
It was no wonder, Dev thought soberly, that the scrubs
eagerly welcomed the chance to do something else.
Today the flight was calm, the winds were light, only the
drifting precipitation, getting heavier as they flew north, impeding view as
they followed the curve of the coastline up to the large and now visible to her
in the horizon, promontory that held the Base.
It projected out into the sea as a large triangle and she
adjusted the scan as they flew, looking for anything interesting.
“Doesn’t seem much going on.” Doctor Dan’s voice sounded in
her ear.
“There are no technical returns.” Dev agreed. “As it was the
last time we were in this location and as per the last patrol.”
“Interesting.”
As they approached, Dev put out a carrier signal, which, if
there were any scans in progress, should get some kind of
return, but again, as in the recent past, there was no ripple of any
response to it. She analyzed the
response to her system probe and quickly reviewed the last one from Mike and Chesters last run.
No apparent change.
“Come in from the waterside.” Jess said. “Lets do a recon.”
“Yes.” Dev passed the plan along to the flight, and the five
other carriers spread out in a line, with Bay B tucked in behind them. The big cargo space on that vehicle was
empty, and a loader was strapped down near the rear hatch.
Everything looked quiet as they approached. Aside from the snow, there were desultory
flights of seagulls near the cliff walls, and at the base of the mountain,
where the waves were rolling up against the rocks they were diving into the sea
in search of fish.
“Got nests.” Kirin noted.
“Yeah, sometimes if I was pissed off
I’d go out the ledge and go get some eggs.” Jess mused. “Got so damn tired of
those protein cakes for breakfast.”
Dev glanced in her reflector. “That egress you showed me?”
“Yeah.” Jess smiled.
“Stand by flight.” Dev told the rest, and then she took the
carrier down to water level as they approached the Base, flying alongside the
rock wall to the small ledge now becoming visible that she remembered spending
some time with Jess on in those first few odd and unusual days. “There.”
The scrubs were all leaning forward to look. “Could fish offa that.” Kirin said, after a silent moment. “Not much
view this side.”
Dev did a fly by of the ledge,
seeing the portal behind it closed as she’d expected it to be, and then she
angled back up and took the lead of the flight again as they came around the
edge of the promontory and the landing bay became visible.
“Well, we wrecked that.” Jess said, in a bemused tone.
Without the roof of the cavern, and the front entry panels
the entire cavern was exposed to the elements, and the elements had wreaked
havoc on it, in fact, as they watched there was a slight waterfall coming down
out of the front of what was the landing grid and washing the wall into the
sea.
Inside, most of the structure had been removed leaving bare
rock surface, and the cavern presented the appearance of what it must have once
been like before it had been converted by Interforce for a base. Just a lot of rock.
“Transport gonna be able to land?”
Jess asked. “Maybe they’d better put down at the shuttle pad.”
“Kevin and Keko, can you please review sector five, checking
for ingress, and impediments for the transport.” Dev said into her comms. “We will continue to review the landing site
here.”
“Yes.” And “In work.” And two of the carriers neatly peeled
off from the group and headed inland, aiming for the rock bounded plateau at
the rear of the cliff.
Dev regarded the opening. “I am getting no operational
return at all.” She told Jess. “It seems any machinery in that area has been
removed.”
“Scavenged.” Jess nodded. “Makes sense.” She flicked some
inputs on her own board. “Gimme.”
Dev shunted power to the weapons and lit up Jess’s console,
aware of the light pitch changing inside the carrier to operations and knowing
the armed lights would be coming on just forward of the engine cowlings on the
outside.
A moment later, in her peripheral vision, she saw the same
lights come on the two carriers on either side of her, as Doug and Chester
copied her motions and Mike and April prepped their
arms.
“Lets get
a closer look.” Jess pulled her triggers down and fit one hand into them.
“Bay two and three, please attend.” Dev said into comms. “We
will do a close order inspect.”
“And maybe a little shootie shootie.”
Doug responded. “Looks quiet though. They ripped out most of that grid.”
Dev took Rockstar in first, flying slowly, the nose of the
carrier down just a little to improve Jess’s view as they drifted into the huge
gaping hole in the side of the mountain that she had once lived, if briefly,
in. The destruction of the facility was really quite complete, and she noted that the spaces the
carriers had once landed for service in were now just blank sections of rock.
“Nice job of reclaim.” April commented, grudgingly
impressed.
Dev slid
the carrier sideways to clear room for the two others to enter
behind her and moved around the perimeter of the cave, observing the water
gushing out from the storage corridors behind the servicing bays, and feeding
the waterfall that came through the uneven floor and then out the open front.
Frozen precipitation was coming down through where the roof
had been, and was dusting all the surfaces. “I think we can safely land where the pads
used to be, Jess.” Dev said. “This seems relatively wide access.”
“Bay Five to Bay 1.” Keko’s voice
buzzed in her ear. “The shuttle ingress is clear,
however, the landing grid and superstructure have been removed. It will be a
short landing for the transport, but possible.”
“Bay Six to Bay 1.” Kevin’s voice added. “There has been a
rockfall between the first and second ridges past the shuttle area, it appears
deliberately done to block entrance from the west.”
“Interesting.” Doctor Dan commented from the transport. “Verrrry interesting. I don’t know if we’re going to find
much to salvage here, Jesslyn.”
Jess half shrugged. “Well, we left it to em.”
She said, in a philosophical tone. “Scrap’s scrap. April’s been saying for a
while we shoulda come back and scrounged before now.”
“True that.” Doug agreed.
“The operations locations should still have some useful
material, as those areas were left locked off.” Dev said. “But possibly that
was overridden. Impossible to tell at this point.”
“Let’s find out.” Jess decided. “Set her down, Devvie.”
“Bay Five and Six please stay in
the location you are in, Bay B is coming to join you and set down.” Dev
instructed the two pilots. “Bay 1
through 3 will land in the cavern, Bay 4 please stay on watch and patrol a
range around this location.”
Everyone acknowledged, and with that, Dev set aside her
comms and sent Rockstar back to the barren rock area that had once had a sturdy
landing grid on it, where the carrier had been serviced way back when.
She extended their landing skids and touched lightly down in
the center of the area, noting that even the flexible umbilicals
had been removed, and the metal plates with their rock bolts also were gone.
A good job of salvage indeed. She did one last scan, and then opened the
hatch, as Jess and the fighters were already on the feet and unbelted, waiting
for it to open.
“This is cool.” Evan commented.
“S’cool.” Dustin agreed, sliding
his fighting stick into it’s
holders along his leg. “See what we c’n find.”
Jess wasn’t really sure how cool it was, but she led the
group out of the carrier and moved a little way away from the craft, as Doug
and Chester came in to land in areas that were in a
roughly triangular pattern from where they were.
She walked over to the center of the cavern to look down at
the depression that held the runoff coming from inside, and knelt, her nostrils
flaring as she sniffed at it.
The fighters immediately crouched at her side and joined
her. “Smells clean.” Evan noted.
Dev emerged from the carrier with her trusty scanner and
came over, running a scan on the water. “Mineral off gassing primarily, some
silicates, some residual organics.” She concluded. “It appears filtered rain water, low saline.”
“Least they’re not pumping bilge out into the water.” Jess stood up as April arrived after circling
the small stream, hopping over it at a narrow point. “We go up?” She suggested.
“Leave the lower levels alone? I figure they’re camped in there.”
April nodded. “All the sec is off. No return from anything.
Should be okay unless those damn physical hatches are
dogged.”
Mike and Chester and his cadre of fighters arrived from the
other side. “Man, they wiped this place clean!” He sounded impressed. “Like
nothing was ever here!”
“Yep.” Jess turned around. “Ops corridor main it is. Not
sure the halls are open but I figure we’ll figure out
something and we’ve got wrenchers with us.”
“I even got a wrench.” Doug held up a large one, with a
heavy serrated head. “In a pinch I can conk people with it.”
Even Dev chuckled at that, and they turned and started off,
climbing up the uneven ledges and walking past what had been service trenches
to the ramp that went deeper inside the base.
**
Billy quietly entered the huge kitchen space as the sounds
of the day meal were starting to fade, the Bay returning to duties and emptying
out the mess on the other side of the door he’d just entered, a neatly wrapped
bundle tucked between his elbow and his side.
He was the night meal shift today, and he crossed
immediately over to the prep area, which had been left clean and empty by the
morning shift after they’d finished their work for the day meal.
Regulation, as per the chef.
Billy could even smell the cleanser they used all around the area, and decided the morning crew had only recently left
the space. He nodded slightly in
approval, appreciating the thorough work and scanned the schedule on the
scrubbed wall surface, checking for any notes or changes.
To his surprise, the schedule itself was missing, though the
work tasks for the evening were in place.
The chef, he reasoned, must be making some alterations and perhaps that
meant a shift change was going to happen.
He didn’t mind either way, the moving from day to night
didn’t bother him, each brought it’s
own interesting work and the opportunity to work the night meal, as it was
tonight, had given him the chance to attend the gym in the early hours when
there were fewer others to share with.
Along the back wall of the kitchen where the huge, long
ranges were there were as usual a group of giant pots on the back burners, and
he could smell the stock bubbling on them, seaweed and fish carcass and the
tang of spices.
One of his tasks would be to strain out the stock, and then,
there would be pans of something in the cold storage to put in the pots to cook
through just before mess was called.
Some item from the sea, different every day, from the shoreside
scrounging, or the small boats that plied the Bay.
It would be hot, and filling and he licked his lips thinking
of the bowl that they would consume while the servers were out moving around
the hall.
He was wearing the pale colored overalls of the kitchen, and
now he went over to the small alcove that they stored their personal things in
during work and located the bin on the lower shelf that had his name scrawled
on it in dark gray.
The bin was plas, and was scarred and dented from very long use as were they
all. There was a bin for every kitchen worker and as he noted again that his
bin was just the same as everyone else, he smiled.
Then he put down the bundle he was carrying and opened up his overall top fastenings, pulling the sweater he
was wearing under it out and up over his head.
The kitchen didn’t require that. He folded the sweater neatly and placed it in
the bin, then fastened his coveralls up and turned his attention to the bundle,
unfolding it carefully.
Inside there was three sturdy knives, different sizes, the
handles chipped and scarred plas but the blades many times
sharpened bright steel. He set them
down, and the sharpening stone with them and then shook out the fabric they had
been wrapped in, looping the top part of his apron around his neck and then tying the lower part around his waist.
The strings came around him twice and he made a bow tie of
them, and then picked up his knives and walked back into the kitchen, sliding
the sharpening stone into the pocket on the apron’s front side.
It was quiet and empty yet in the kitchen, he was the first
one in from his shift as he usually was.
In the mess hall he could hear the cleaning crew sweeping and removing
the empty bins, and soon that would also be quiet until it was ready to start
service for the night meal.
He went over to the prep table and put his knives down, then
walked around to the other side, looking at the battered surface of the board
behind it on the wall that had the chef’s plans for the night meal and what
would be needed for it to see what his first tasks should be.
“Hey you.” The chef appeared unexpectedly from his office,
deep behind the kitchen, calling out across the open room. “Billy! Thought I
heard you in here.”
“Hello, chef.” Billy turned his head. “How are you?”
“Not good.”
Billy turned all the way around and faced him. “I am sorry
to hear that, Chef. May I help? Is there something you need from the medical
area?”
The chef paused and put his hands on his hips, regarding
Billy. “How many of you are there?” He asked unexpectedly.
His prep cook came a step back towards the table and put his
hands on it, regarding him with earnest seriousness. “Ever, anywhere?” Billy
answered. “I think Doctor Dan would have to say that,
I don’t know.” He paused. “Here in this place, there are forty
two BeeAyes, and from my set, BeeAye 467 Instance 10260-R2, there are sixteen of us. We came from station.”
“Huh.”
“The other BeeAyes here, they are BeeAye 467 instance 6990-R1, so they are older, and they
came from Base.” Billy concluded. “They were all assigned facility maintenance
there.”
The chef eyed him in speculation. “What’d you do up in
space?”
Billy was pleased to have the conversation, any interest by
chef was always interesting and generally a good sign and so he answered
readily. “My set on station were assigned to the genetics laboratory and the
creche.” He said. “We did many different tasks
involving preparation of scientific material, and took
care of the needs of Doctor Dan and his office, along with the AyeBees, and some of the CeeTees
who also came with us here.”
Then he paused, and waited, his head tilted just a bit to
one side, his hands folded in front of him.
The chef pursed up his lips and looked around the kitchen.
“Got four of these idiots who ran off to go fight.” He said.
“Think you got four of your buddies who wanna come
work in here?” He asked. “Not just any of em, y’know? Good workers, like you.”
Billy blinked a few times in true surprise. He paused to
consider his answer carefully. “I am
absolutely positive that there are very many of us who would enjoy working here
in this area.” He finally said. “This is a very excellent assignment.”
The chef nodded. “Okay, well, go make it happen.” He waved
at him and then turned to leave. “I gotta have
someone in there to chop this crap up and get it ready and you
spacers aren’t gonna want to go punch people all day
long.”
“Yes, chef. That is true.” Did the chef mean right that
moment? Billy wasn’t sure what to do. “You wish this to happen now, chef?”
At the doorway back into the hall where his office
was, the chef paused. “Tomorrow’s all right. We’ll get through today.” He
disappeared. “Don’t yap all about it in here, got me?”
“Yes, chef.” Billy put his hands on the work
table and stood there for a long minute, considering what to do. He could not decide who to obtain, someone
would need to reassign them. This would be excellent for chef and for his set
mates who were shifted, but his set mates were all doing some other tasks, and
that would need arranging.
Possibly, that would be suboptimal for other areas. Billy drummed the fingers of one hand on the
table. Well it was good that the chef was pleased with
his work, and wanted to bring in more of his kind, but he had to alert someone
who could make that happen and deal with the complications.
For a long moment he pondered.
Finally he turned and went over to
the workstation on the far side of the kitchen, in a small crook in the stone
wall on a slightly tilted work surface with it’s plas covered input pad where they would record needs and
what supplies they had used for each shift.
He signed into the input and brought up the messaging
system, then paused at the line where he would address the message.
Doctor Dan, the most logical person to inform, was with the
flight on their mission. So was his second choice, Dev, who of course would
know what to do. Should he tell Cathy,
Doctor Dan’s assistant? His nose
wrinkled a little in reflex. Abe?
Finally, he just put all of them into the message, and sent
it off, feeling a sense of utter relief that he’d delivered this excellent
opportunity into the hands of those who could make it happen the way the chef
wanted it.
Then, this business taken care of, he went back to the prep
board and resumed studying his expected tasks for the meal, which apparently would
involve a new opportunity - to prepare octopus.
With a soft grunt, he nodded, and headed for the cold storage.
**
Doctor Dan managed a brief smile as his gang marched across
the shuttle pad and through the open back door of the base, where he and Dev
had arrived what seemed like a lifetime ago.
“Good work on opening that up, Kelson.”
Kelson looked up from the door panel he was kneeling in
front of. “Thank you Doctor Dan!” He smiled. “There
were no blocks. It was as you said.” He was bundled inside his pilots suit, with a thick sweater on over it, his hands
covered with the half gloves Kurok had gifted them
from the council market.
The snow was still coming down, thicker and heavier here,
and they all had a dusting of it on their heads and shoulders as it came down
along the wide gap in the rock that had once been the path to land a shuttle at
Base 10.
To the west of the pad was a roadway that was the one land
entry to the Base, and that, as Keko had reported, had been blocked by a
rockfall that filled the entire gap and prevented any further entry.
Twenty fighters were with them, along with pilots Keko and
Kevin who had landed their carriers behind the transport in the long, narrow and now blocked corridor, which at least provided
protection for the vehicles while they explored this end of the base.
As the pilots had noted, the landing pad itself and all if
it’s gantries and mechanicals had been taken apart and removed, leaving scarred
rock behind, and an open but uneven surface that Kelson had gingerly set the
transport down onto, with carefully navigated use of the landing jets to lower
the ungainly flyer down into the space.
In the transport, he had brought Douglas and Emily, his now
welcome shadows. He also had pilot
Kelson, and the AyeBee Adrian who had a list of items
given to him by House Ops to scrounge if possible and was delighted to have been
brought along.
Everyone had either backpacks or carry sacks, and the
fighters all had their knives and their pipes.
Quite a cadre. “Now, lets be careful, and take it easy. We don’t know what’s
been going on here since we left.” Doctor Dan instructed, as they entered the
Base, into the receiving area serviced by the shuttle. He loosened the hood of
his insulated jacket and pushed it back from his head, pausing to look around.
“Well then.”
It was mildly lit, and he walked into the cross corridor,
just past the security station just inside the door. He shifted the light pack on his back and
looked up and down the hall. “I think we should clear a path into the central
operations area, hm? That’s where they’re going to have to bring those screens
from.
Douglas was roaming head of him. “Sup?” He indicated the
sloping ramp.
“Yes.”
The fighters looked around with deep interest. The hallways
were tall, and the walls dark, and it was mostly empty save the consoles of the
security station. Unlike at the Bay, the
surfaces were all finely surfaced and finished, and the floor had an applied
rough surface for footing.
“Snice.” Emily scuffed her boot toe against it.
“Yes, they didn’t appreciate sliding around like seals.”
Doctor Dan remarked, with a smile. “Lets see now, up
this way, and hmm.. those passages are locked down I
see… well, lets see if the visitor lift is working.”
He turned and headed down another corridor where there was a large, square
steel door set into the far end. “Maybe we can take a short cut.”
The fighters, in their mottled hoodies and dark work pants
filled the smaller passage ahead of it, but they paused and let him take the
lead when they reached the lift itself. “This is for people who came to the
Base to visit, you know, for ceremonies.”
Doctor Dan explained, as he examined the thick electrical panel set in
the side of the wall.
Everyone had comms sets in their ears, and through the low
volume of his, he could hear the commentary and mutters from the team who had
landed in the cavern. “Jess, we’re
seeing if we can bring up the back lift.”
He spoke into comms.
“We’re up the top of the ramp into ops, past first ring.”
Jess responded .”Dev’s hacking.”
Hearing that, Keko, Kelson and Kevin squirmed forward to
join him at the door, producing hand scanners, and even Adrian edged over to
one side to watch.
Doctor Dan found that quite charming. He studied the access panel and removed a
tool from his pocket, attaching one end of the clamp to the panel and twisting
it. There was a cold wind at their backs and he
paused, then shook his head and kept working.
“Any of this stuff scrounge?” Douglas asked, looking back
along the corridor. “Could grab them desks and stuff.”
“Anything you like, lads.” Doctor Dan focused on the panel.
“The scavengers couldn’t get to this bit, so I suggest we maybe get into all
the storage we can on this side, and get it loaded.”
The fighters immediately scattered, rambling down the
hallways on either side.
“You’ll have to force the doors.” Doctor Dan called after
them. “Take a bit of a prying I don’t wonder.”
“Yo!” A rough chorus responded and
then the sound of pipes hitting stone.
Kelson produced a small pry bar and offered it. “Would this
help? I found it in the vehicle.”
Doctor Dan took it, and got the
edge of it under the edge of the panel, it’s end just wide enough to fit.
“Excellent, Kelson. Give it a shove there.”
Willingly Kelson got his hands around the pry bar and
shoved, and after a moment, Keko leaned past Doctor Dan and helped. The panel moved a little bit, and as they
were about to reposition the pry, Emily wiggled in between them and threw her
muscle into the end of the bar, and with a solid crack the stone around the
panel shattered and the panel came loose.
“Nice.” Doctor Dan patted her on the shoulder. “Well done.”
Kelson and Keko wrestled the panel out of the wall and
cradled it, turning it for his inspection. Kurok
cracked his knuckles and put the clamp away, pulling out a set of needle nose
pliers instead. “Now, let’s see how good a memory I have, shall we?”
There was a moments silence as he probed the leads behind
the panel. Then there was a small chunking click sound, and behind them the
mechanical whine and grinding sound behind the door to the lift.
“I would say that your memory is excellent, Doctor Dan.”
Kevin said, in a mild tone. “If that was what your intention was.”
“Indeed it was.” Doctor Dan winked
at him. “I was a very crafty little muppet when I was
stationed here, and many shenanigans were had involving getting into places I
shouldn’t have.” He twisted another lead
and the door to the lift creaked open, revealing the bland interior of the
visitor lift. “Lets see what this gets us.”
The bio alts followed him inside, as did Emily, and after a brief moment, Douglas joined them in a rumble of running
boots, followed by a handful of the fighters.
Doctor Dan waited to see if anyone else was going to enter,
then he went to the control panel inside and keyed the lift to rise. “Limited options.” He regarded the panel. “We
can either go to the stores, or to the ceremony hall. Lets try the hall first, then we can head for the
stores.”
Douglas gave him a thumbs up and the door closed.
**
“Give that a shove, would ya
all?” Doug shoved the toolkit back into
his belt pack and pointed. “Forgot the whole damn hydraulic system’s drained.”
“Yes.” Dev produced a brief grin. “That is why I was fairly
sure the operations area would be untouched.” She regarded the door, a massive
metal blockade from floor to ceiling and wall to wall, which her manipulation
had released from it’s
locks.
She stepped back and came to a halt as Jess’s hands dropped
onto her shoulders, giving them a squeeze and then
just resting there. After a moment, Dev
turned her head and gave Jess’s thumb a kiss, grinning when she felt the
squeeze repeated and the warmth as Jess’s body pressed against hers.
Four yonks had grabbed the edge of
the main doors into the operations corridors and were pulling on it, with only
a bit of success until six more got a handhold and the metal grudgingly gave
way to ten Bay residents and inch by inch slid open wide enough to allow them
to pass, still blocking half of the passageway.
Beyond it the smell was stone and dust and familiar to some.
Jess felt a twitch of memory hit her as she inhaled, here in this place that
had been her world and she had brief mental images of just the day to day surface in surprising succession.
Just ops meetings. Ops mess. The pit. Coming back from missions up this hallway.
Things that had been her reality and now, remembering them, seemed somehow
disassociated to her and lacking in color.
“Remember this ramp, Devvie?”
Dev looked up from securing her kit. She looked around thoughtfully. “I do
remember the first time we came back from our first mission here.” She said. “Everyone was making a lot of noise, and I had no idea
what was going on.”
“Yeah.” Jess grinned briefly. “The start of the Rocket
legend.”
They moved through the half open door and up the hallway,
side passages branching off painted with the ingress to med, and security, and
utterly silent. Jess straightened up to
her full height and took a breath of the air, bringing it in past her tongue
and sampling it.
It tasted sterile, there was no taint of decay on the air.
On the right hand side was the door
to debrief. “Start here?” Jess paused, as the thirty fighters filed in behind
them, looking around with bright interested eyes. “We can pile everything in
the ops elevator at the end of this big hallway where it meets the wall up
there and haul that up to stores level, move it down the lift they’re coming up
on.”
April nodded. “S’good idea.” She
agreed. “Want me to start in here, you go up to centops? The electronics storage was just around the
corner from here.” She looked around in satisfaction. “Not gonna
stop to sort crap. Just bring what we find.”
“Clint’ll find a use for whatever
it is.” Doug said, and Chester nodded. “Hundred percent.”
“We’ll spread out towards security.” Mike said. “Everyone just start
cracking doors open. Bring whatever you think’s
interesting back here, we can use this as a staging.” He made a gesture at the
crossways, which was wide and empty.
“Lets
go.” Jess put her hand on Dev’s back. “Bay 1 gang, C’mon.” She pointed up the
hall, through a now dark security ring. “Meet you all at the ops lift.”
They headed off deeper into the Base, heading through mostly
empty hallways, with only a scattering of things left as they laid on the
ground. Bags and last minute grabs of those who
evacuated, scrambling to get to the transport.
One hallway was deeply stained in dark purple, and there was
a pungent smell from it. “Sup?” Dustin pointed at it.
“Residential hall.” Jess said, eying it. “We used to live
there, down the far end.” She jerked her jaw in that direction. “Last two
cribs.” She added. “This is where Dev let loose the pneumatic fluid. Doors were
sealed.”
It was too much for the fighters who immediately went in
that direction and stuck their heads inside the half open door that was the
entry to Jess’s housing. “Want stuff
from in here, cuz?” Dustin turned and looked back at
Jess.
“Nope.” Jess let them inspect. “Took everything I wanted
when I left.” She put her arm casually across Dev’s shoulders. “Didn’t want
anything else.”
They walked down the hall and looked past the roaming
fighters, at the spare, dark housing with it’s
overhead halons just outlining the workspace, and the bed, and the two cubicles
on the second level.
Nothing personal, nothing on the walls, the inner door that
led to Dev’s former room shoved wide open, showing the mirror image space
beyond.
“S’allright.” Dustin said. “New
one’s cooler.”
Jess chuckled. “Yeah, sure is.” She agreed readily. “Right
Dev?”
“Well.” Dev took in the room reflectively. “Given that I
arrived from station, where we had no assigned space, this seemed amazing to
me. Our new housing is amazing, but
really the best part of any space is having Jess in it.”
Jess felt her face heat up a little bit, but she bore the
resulting grins and winks of the fighters with good grace. “Yeah, c’mon lets get this going. Don’t want to
be here past dark.”
They went back out into the hall and trooped past the large
center area where a dozen halls converged, then approached another dark
security ring and the wide ramp leading to a sealed door and another ring
labeled CENTOPS.
**
The ceremonial hall was lit only by the light coming in the
top transparent roof, and as they stepped off the guest lift all the fighters
paused to look up at the snow dusted surface in surprise. “Yo.”
Douglas said. “Like the Bay.”
“A little.” Doctor Dan said. “So much of what was here, in
the east, in Interforce Bases, did come from there, you know.” He looked around at the utterly empty space,
that would never now see it’s next intaking. “Not much here to salvage, I’m
afraid.”
The fighters were all walking around the big room, and now
two of them paused near one wall heads tipped up, eyes flickering.
“Be a good place for a mixup.”
Emily remarked, her arms folded over her chest. “If they put sand down.”
“Well, they would have celebrations here.” Doctor Dan said.
“When they had new assignments or for get togethers,
you know, that sort of thing. There wasn’t much use of it otherwise.”
“That’s dumbass.” Douglas said.
Doctor Dan chuckled softly. “Sometimes Interforce was very
dumbass.” He said, dryly. “Now what have they found?”
They walked across the floor to the other side of the hall,
where the fighters had gathered, to look at the same spot on the wall with an
unusually intent interest.
“Ah.” Doctor Dan stopped and also
looked up. “Yes.” He smiled briefly. “The Star of Valor list. Yes, that would
be quite relevant to you lot, now wouldn’t it?” He regarded the large plaque mounted to the
wall, with a list of engraved names, and above the list, the single metallic five pointed star.
The very last name, the newest, and sharpest edged, was Jesslyn Drake. But
many of the earlier ones bore the same surname and these youngsters in their
hoodies bearing the dragon head crest absorbed that with bright eyes.
“We should take that.” Douglas said, in a solemn tone.
“That’s Drake.”
The fighters were all nodding. “S’true.”
“We could put that up.” Emily had come to stand next to Kurok. “Rugger cave’d
look good with that.”
“What does that mean, Doctor Dan?” Kevin said quietly. Keko
and Kelson came up behind him but waited in silence for the answer.
Doctor Dan folded his arms over his chest. “At Interforce,
there’s a.. well, I don’t want to say it’s an award,
because it’s not something you’re given.” He said.
“But the Star of Valor was.. oh… noted I suppose on
the records of Interforce agents who went above and beyond in the course of
their duties and showed extraordinary bravery in service.”
After he finished saying that, it
was silent for a very long moment.
Then as though a signal had been given, all the fighters
started moving at once. “Lemme get a ladder.” “Got a wrench here.” “Give a
hand, yo.”
“We’re taking that.” Douglas translated the activity. “That’s comin back
to the Bay, doc.”
“We will help.” Kevin started forward. “If you would allow
me to stand on your shoulders, I can reach that bottom bolt.”
“C’mon, K-boy.” Douglas put his arm around Kevin’s shoulder.
“Hey! Let’s launch the spacers!”
Doctor Dan rocked up and down on his heels. “It’ll be a
lovely surprise for Jess.” He remarked
to Kelson, who had remained at his side. “And really, it does belong there.”
“It’s always excellent to acknowledge good work.” Kelson
said, with a nod.
“You know, I ‘m not really sure that’s what it is.” Doctor
Dan murmured. “It would be like me getting an award for having fingers.” He
held up one hand. “You don’t really work at being that kind of brave, Kelson.
You don’t decide to do something to be that. It’s just what you are. I know in reality, Jess didn’t care for it and having it
mounted at the Bay will be very exasperating for her.”
Kelson looked at him in surprise and some alarm. “Should we
not do this then, Doctor Dan?”
Kurok watched the work to remove
the plaque. “No, we should.” He said,
quietly. “Because it is Drake, and it does belong at the Bay.” He patted Kelson
on the shoulder. “Lets go
see if we can unlock the main lift, shall we?”
“Yes, Doctor Dan.” Kelson shifted his scanner obediently. “Perhaps
they should get this thing into the transport and under the cargo cover first?”
“Smart lad.”
**