D'Mok Revival 1: Awakening (18 page)

“Sorry, Seigie,” Toriko called out loudly. “I’m sure the rear is as safe as the front section. At least, in most of the simulations it was.”

The computer blurted happily, “Tunnel drive
rrrrready!
”

Mencari grabbed his seat as the ship lurched forward, and both he and Toriko watched in awe at the distortion forming ahead of them, resembling water swirling down a drain.

As they entered the tunnel, gravity shifted, lifting the passengers as much as their restraints allowed from their seats. Seigie pounded on the security panel.

“Oh, forgot to activate the comm,” Toriko said, reaching for the control panel.

Seigie’s voice boomed in the cabin, “I didn’t live this long to die in a tin can!”

“Readings say everything’s fine Seigie. Just strap back in and hang on!”

The next moments passed uneventfully. Mencari began to relax.

“Despite the age of the systems,” Toriko said, “everything still works well—just like I knew it would.”

Mencari’s thoughts of impending doom were displaced. Instead, he was mesmerized by the strange patterns swirling in the tunnel walls.

A spike in the tunnel monitoring system drew Toriko’s attention back to the monitors. “Odd,” she muttered. “Maybe just a glitch in the telemetry data?”

Over the next minutes, the anomaly appeared with greater frequency, manifesting as waves. “Hey,” she said, “there’s a pattern. What—?”

Her necklace began to flash as Spark looked up, alert.

“What vibration?” Toriko said.

Mencari looked over, thinking the question was for him. “What?”

“Spark said—”

The cabin began to quiver. Toriko looked back to the display of streaming data. “The pattern’s more definite now.”

“Computer,” Toriko said, “report source of disturbance!”

The system responded, “Analysis: Manifold particles from normal space are disrupting the tunnel integrity field.”

The shaking became a series of jolts. Mencari gripped his seat again.

Through the communicator, Seigie blurted, “Remind me to thank Osuto for the opportunity to take such a
lovely
trip!”

Toriko said, “Computer, compensate for wake variable.”

“Unable to comply. Randomness and variability of the interference cannot be isolated and compensated for.”

The ship’s hull groaned as the jarring became violent shaking. Spark looked up at Toriko and yelped. Toriko’s fingers pawed the air, but her holographic interface could no longer detect her selections accurately. The same was true for the built-in consoles.

“Computer,” she called out, “deactivate the—”

The ship lurched, then careened to one side, throwing the ship out of the tunnel and back into normal space. As the craft spun wildly, the sounds of popping bolts and fracturing metal resonated in the cabin. The air began to roar as the environmental system malfunctioned.

“Computer!” Toriko screamed.

The scrambled system only chirped discordantly.

“Computer!”

“D’mok shields!” Mencari yelled.

A golden glow formed around him, but Toriko ignored his command, concentrating on the controls before her. She looked back to Spark, and her necklace flashed as she worked through him to hack into the ship’s computer. An instant later, she got the computer back online.

“Warning! Hull compromised,” were its first words. Then, “Alert: Stabilizers unavailable.”

What little color left on Toriko’s face drained and her eyes narrowed as she continued hacking the system.

Loud thuds banged across the hull as she manually triggered stabilizing thrusters, gradually stopping the spinning of the ship. As the vessel slowed, other systems began to return. The roar of the environmental system faded as the ship came to a rest.

“Thank Eudora,” Toriko said, slumping in her seat, exhausted, “we’re lucky nothing was in our way when we flew out of the tunnel!”

Spark looked at the security panel behind them, and pawed at Toriko.

She looked down. “I’m okay, boy.”

Her necklace flashed as he sent her a message. She sat up, startled. “Oh no!”

Mencari blurted, “What is it?”

Reaching back, she felt the barrier separating them from Seigie. “Computer, open security panels!”

“Unable to comply. Hull integrity compromised.”

Toriko unfastened herself and ran to the panel separating them from Seigie. “Seigie! Seigie, you okay?”

She began to bang on it while Spark reconnected himself into the ship’s systems. Mencari fought to unbuckle his harness, which had jammed during the jarring.

“Seigie! Answer me!” Toriko continued to pound the panel, then changing her attack to open-faced slaps. “Oh, Eudora! No!”

A projection appeared, showing a small object rapidly moving away from the ship. Again Toriko’s necklace began to flash. She turned, looking at the display. “Good boy, Spark…” she said, sprinting back to her seat.

“Seigie’s module. It broke off! With everything going haywire, her weight must’ve been too much to bare!”

Mencari swiveled his head to the porthole, trying to see, while she reactivated the navigation console. The ship burst forward as she strapped in. “Spark’s reporting her module appears intact, thank Eudora. We’ll get her back!”

Toriko looked over the console and queried, “Computer: flight status?”

“Analysis: Repairs necessary. Short-term travel still possible.”

She nibbled her lip. “Down, but not out. I can work with that!”

While Toriko steered the ship to follow the floating module, which was headed in the direction of a nearby planet that was not far from where they had dropped into space from the tunnel, Mencari activated the communication channel back to the asteroid base. As the channel opened, a hologram of Osuto appeared.

“Spark already sent me updates,” Osuto said. “Ujaku is reviewing his ship to see if we can help yet.”

Toriko moaned, “Oh, man, she’s gonna
kill
me. That planet . . . ooh, she just hit the atmosphere. Hard.”

Osuto’s voice came through the comm unit. “Can you still land your ship in one piece?”

Toriko sighed. “Computer, advise feasibility to land on closest planet.”

“Analysis complete. Due to current structural and propulsion failure, significant impairments to ship’s systems will be incurred if an atmospheric entry is attempted. Successful landing anticipated, but departure improbable.”

“Toriko, after you land, send me a list of whatever you need to fix the craft,” Osuto said. “We’ll get the needed stuff and head to your coordinates.”

She said, “Okay,” and nodded as his image dissolved.

They tracked the module’s particle trail down to an impact site on the surface of the planet. From the initial readings, the planet teemed with life, but didn’t seem inhabited by anything humanoid. “Like some kind of oasis in space,” Toriko muttered.

While they descended, she brought up images of the impact site. Only a huge cloud of smoke could be seen. “Oh, Eudora! Could she have survived that?”

“Don’t count her out just yet,” Mencari said. “She’s been around long time. And remember, she’s mostly crystal. Hard as a rock.”

I hope
.

Sinking slowing through the atmosphere, she carefully set the vessel down in a clearing near the crash site.

The computer said, its voice sounding a little higher, “Warning: Critical systems compromised. Disabling flight controls, following safety protocol 3845.”

Toriko sighed. “Well, it isn’t like it didn’t warn us.”

She compiled a listing of damaged systems and quickly transmitted them back to the base while Mencari opened a communication channel to the asteroid base and briefed Osuto. Then they secured the ship and debarked from the craft, headed to the crash site. Spark came with them, dashing ahead and back and sniffing the ground, emitting an occasional low growl.

“What’s his problem?” Mencari said as they walked.

Toriko checked her necklace, and turned worried eyes to him. “He’s sensing the ground temperature around Seigie’s impact site. It’s still hot from re-entry.”

The smoke had cleared by the time they neared the module. Its exterior was intact, as far as Mencari could see, but blackened. Toriko slid down the slope of a small crater, with Spark following behind. Mencari walked around the rim, his eyes searching for any sign of Seigie.

“SEIGIE!” Toriko yelled. Then, “The emergency hatch is open.”

“Is that good or bad?” Mencari called down.

“Don’t know.”

She activated a light on her armguard and went inside the small pod. A moment later, she called, “She’s not here!”

“Where the heck would she have gone?”

His eyes spotted a shallow trench that ran from the module up the side of the crater. “What’s that?”

Toriko popped out of the module and followed his gaze. “Something dragged? Maybe she’s hurt and limped away? There were dents inside the module, with shards of crystal hair wedged into the metal…”

Mencari cringed, picturing Seigie’s razor-sharp hair running him through. “Maybe she’s dazed, too?”

Toriko winced. “Or looking for someone to put a contract out on me.”

They followed the trench-like trail through a forest. The track soon led them to an open field.

Mencari pointed to a crude gate off in the distance. “There?”

Hearing jeering and drunken bellows, they ducked behind some bushes in the clearing. Mencari gave a hush sign to Toriko, and whispered, his voice low, “We need to get closer to that gate.”

Slowly, using the bushes for cover, they worked their way forward. Toriko sniffed the air. “Smells good. I wonder—”

Then she gasped. “You don’t think . . .”

Mencari shook his head, wishing he didn’t know what she was thinking. “No. Not unless they’re into rock stew. Just take it easy.”

“O-
kay
.” Then, forcing calm, she repeated, “How do we get in?”

“Maybe they’re friendly.”

“I was never good at introducing myself.”

Mencari flexed his hand to begin charging his hand-phaser. “Well, let’s try. But be ready.”

She gave him a shaky grin and reached for her necklace. “Be ready. That’s like your catchphrase, isn’t it?”

He grimaced. Spark looked at Toriko as her necklace flashed instructions. His visor blinked a pale yellow in return, then he lay down quietly, obscured in the shrubs, while she and Mencari pushed their way out of the bushes and approached the gate.

Immediately, the guard they’d seen yelled something. Drunken cheers were replaced with the rustling of feet and clanking of weapons. A second guard appeared atop the gate.

The first guard growled, “Don’t come any closer. What do you want?”

“We’re looking for our friend who crashed near here just a little while ago.”

“Crashed?”

Mencari looked across the gate for the source of the voice that had asked that question. As it opened, three armed guards accompanied an older man, who was dressed in a similar, though more decorated, uniform.

“Yes, crashed,” Mencari said, pointing back the way they had come. “We found a trail leading from the crash site to here.”

The guard said, “That was yours, eh? We thought it was just some space junk.”

The older man glared at the guard, who shifted uncomfortably. Looking back, his tone became welcoming. “We found some parts of use to us. Here, come. We were just eating. Join us.”

They followed the group back inside the encampment. The gates thudded closed behind them.

Inside, a pit of fire sticks glowed brightly. Atop the depression hung a spit with a pig-sized carcass impaled and cooking. The old man motioned them to sit. Mencari and Toriko remained standing.

“Did you find anyone inside the craft that crashed?” Mencari said.

The man looked at them in disbelief. “There was someone inside?”

“Yes!” Toriko blurted.

“No. The hatch was open. And the craft was empty. Maybe your friend walked away. Though that would be amazing, considering.”

Toriko looked down, making an odd nasal sound and averting her face. Mencari moved to console her, but noticed her rigid posture. That wasn’t sadness, it was tension—fear. She was looking at something. Trying to draw the attention of their hosts, he said, “That’s okay. We’ll find her, I’m sure.”

“Ah, so this is a lass you’d be looking for?”

“Yes,” he said nonchalantly, looking in the direction Toriko had. A quick glance was all he needed. A familiar logo marked stacks of crates.

Trying to convey a friendly expression as best he could, Mencari asked the old man, “So . . . the parts you took from the craft. Could we have them back? We’ll need them again later.”

“Certainly. We didn’t think they belonged to anyone, so naturally we felt at liberty . . .”

He paused, noticing Toriko’s icy disposition. Looking past her, he noticed the exposed crates. He looked back at her. “Something wrong?”