Captain Becker’s storage asteroid was on the outermost fringe of Federation space, in an unpatrolled loophole in the cosmos reached by navigating through a section of what Becker called “pleated space” and a wormhole. As the Mana drew close to the coordinates that would require it to warp out of space as most navigators knew it, they received a relay from the tanker that all three of the vessels had arrived safely on LoiLoiKua.
“I hope the monster took no more lives before you arrived,” Khorii said.
“No,” Neeva told her. “Not a single one. The people were going to hide in the reef, but the monster was more interested in it than it was in them. Then it transferred its attention to diving to the sea bottom and attacking the shores of the islands. It hasn’t been seen for several days, but the odd thing is, the reef seems to be growing. We scanned it to see if we could determine what was happening and found that the new section is stone, not coral. I do not suppose the LoiLoiKuans are in any actual peril at this time, but since their world is endangered in other ways already, and in the new sea on narhii-Vhiliinyar they will be reunited with their grandchildren from Maganos, we all agreed to continue the evacuation as planned.”
The tanker, the Balakiire, and the Nheifaarir were about to leave LoiLoiKua in a convoy that would soon be joined by another Federation tanker found by other Linyaari on Kezdet. This tanker had already transferred the poopuus from their watery classroom along with their educational equipment, which had been graciously donated by the school under the direction of Khorii’s human grandparents. Then all of the vessels would meet on MOO, where the Linyaari crews would transfer the aquatic people and their grandchildren to the seas of Vhiliinyar and, when the terraforming of a new sea was complete, to narhii-Vhiliinyar.
The transmission ended when the Mana entered the first of the “pleats” that took it out of range of the normal relay channels.
Captain Bates had used the same techniques as the Beckers long ago, she said, but she was rather tense through the first few pleats.
On her previous voyage aboard the Condor, Khorii had gone through a route that was similarly endowed with the physical anomalies, but these were different.
The entire crew, except for Mikaaye and Elviiz, were on the bridge for these maneuvers. Moonmay and Sesseli squealed at the swift shifts in starscape, when individual stars blurred past like comets in the night skies of their homeworlds. The abruptness of each shift gave the illusion of the ship diving down and climbing up, and of one’s stomach and heart doing the same.
“How are we doing, Mikey, Elviiz?” Jaya asked through the intercom. “Holding together?”
“We seem to be,” Elviiz replied. “Great holes are conspicuously not gaping in any critical equipment, and there are no untoward rattles, bangs, pops, or vibrations that we can detect.”
“Thanks, guys,” Jaya said, and let out a long sigh. She looked to Captain Becker, who nodded and turned to Khorii. “I’d feel much better if we had Elviiz the android in the engine room instead of Elviiz the invalid, but it sounds like it’s all good so far.”
Then the smooth sailing was over, and they started spinning through the wormhole.
“Can the ship take it?” Jaya asked Captain Bates, whirling one finger in the air.
“Relax,” the captain said. “The hole is spinning, not the Mana.”
By the time they were through it, the novelty had worn off for the younger girls. Moonmay had stopped squealing and threw up in the cat basket at some point during the transition. “Don’t anybody tell my cousins,” she begged after she had cleaned herself and the basket. “They never would let me live it down.”
“Good thing those kittens weren’t in their basket,” Captain Bates said, grinning.
“No, they think Khiindi is their ma now,” Moonmay said, pointing to a motley pile of furry lumps sprawled and curled around a larger one. “They slept through the whole thing. They’re gonna make good ship’s cats, Khorii.”
“It’s too bad they are using Khiindi as their example then instead of the mother ship’s cat,” Khorii said. “She and her offspring and male colleague are far more aggressive at hunting counterproductive life-forms than Khiindi.”
Khiindi opened an eye, and one ear poked up above a tiny paw as if he’d heard and resented his girl’s lack of loyalty.
Khorii laughed and unstrapped herself to go give him an apologetic stroke. “It is not your fault, Khiindi. You were raised on Vhiliinyar, and have adopted our peaceful Linyaari customs.”
The cat snagged the cuff of her shipsuit with a lightning paw.
“Khiindi!” she scolded. He let his paw go limp and closed his eye as if the threat of claws had been unintentional.
Moonmay and Sesseli giggled, but when Khorii looked up, she found Ariin watching her and Khiindi with an unreadable expression—and an unreadable mind.
Where’s the sign?” Khorii asked when their course finally brought them to the asteroid that should have been the one where Captain Becker had stowed the Estrella Blanca.
Captain Bates cocked a questioning eyebrow at her. “Captain Becker made a sign all across the face of the asteroid warning trespassers away,” Khorii said. “You could see it from space.”
“You were approaching from the other direction,” Captain Bates told her. “It’s probably on the far side.”
But although they circled the asteroid, they didn’t see the sign, though there was indeed a lot of other, well, stuff, on the surface.
None of it looked like the Estrella Blanca, however, or anything else Khorii found familiar.
“What in the zodiac is that stuff?” Captain Bates asked.
Khorii was puzzled. The material on the surface of the asteroid looked nothing like the collection of parts and wrecked ships and other “good stuff” Uncle Joh had collected. It almost looked like there was a network of connected dwellings down there. One thing for certain was that, however the salvage had been altered, Uncle Joh had not done it. He’d been in quarantine with her parents and had not had time to return here, she was sure.
She noticed as they drew nearer the surface that one especially large rounded hump still bore the letters “anca” on its side. Why was there something wrong about that? She pointed at the area, and Captain Bates used the ship’s computer to enhance and enlarge it. Had Elviiz been himself, he could have given them a detailed analysis, but of course, he wasn’t.
Then she remembered. “We camouflaged the ship completely by covering it with other salvage,” she told them. “We should not be able to see any of the hull, much less read its name.”
“Maybe a meteor or something knocked part of the camouflage off?” Captain Bates speculated uneasily. “But I have a feeling that something even weirder than usual is going on down there. Jaya, I believe it’s time to change course and head straight to the Moon of Opportunity. I don’t know why Joh Becker wanted us to come here to begin with, but if Khorii pronounces him and her family plague-free, he can come here himself and check his own darn cargo. I don’t like the looks of this, and I don’t want to take any unnecessary chances with you kids. From what Khorii says, the ship was cleansed the first time and…”
“That was just the parts we saw, and the air, Captain,” Khorii told her. She caught her breath and suddenly felt the roots of her mane all the way down her spine bristle like Khiindi’s. Even the feathers on her calves pushed against the legs of her shipsuit. Why did it put her on alert, even frighten her, to look at the asteroid’s altered surface? “We did not realize at that time that there was a plague. It was the first place I saw the plague indicators, however. If there are still some there, we will know—well, something. That it can live when there are no living organic hosts, if nothing else. In which case, other humans could still catch it and our people cannot return home as we hope.”
Jaya, her dark eyes blazing with indignation, said, “With all due respect, ma’am, it is my ship and Khorii’s mission and you are here in an advisory capacity only. While your advice is duly noted and your concern appreciated, we’re not babies! Whatever is down there can’t possibly be any weirder or more dangerous than what we’ve been through lots of times already.”
“There’s Sesseli and Moonmay. They’re babies where I come from,” Captain Bates replied stubbornly.
“They’ve had to grow up like the rest of us,” Jaya argued. “Sesseli can protect herself better than most of us and Moonmay brought her grandpa’s twelve-gauge shotgun as well as the kittens.”
Mikaaye’s thought voice spoke from the engine room, “Khorii, Ariin, what reading are you getting? Who is on that asteroid and what is it that they fear?”
“You may be picking up remnants of the last moments of the passengers,” Khorii suggested, “There’s nobody living down there—I’ve seen for myself.” But the thought had barely formed, her mind’s eye once more seeing the overdressed corpses floating in zero G amid the sparkling blue motes of contamination, when she knew that was not what concerned Mikaaye. Perhaps because there were fewer people in the engine room, the psychic static was less, and he was reading the signals more quickly and strongly than she was.
“No, sister, there are extant life-forms there. I feel them. Do you not?”
By then, Khorii knew that the fear she had been feeling earlier, perhaps the same fear that was making their telepathic teacher try to turn them from their mission, was not her own. It was her heart that beat faster and louder, her eyes that constantly scanned the surface looking for the source of the danger, but it was someone else’s fear.
“Jaya is right, Captain. We have to land. Someone seems to be trapped down there, and they are in some kind of trouble.”
“I don’t suppose you could be more specific?” Captain Bates asked.
“Perhaps I should take the shuttle and go down alone to scout the area,” Khorii suggested.
“No way!” Jaya said. “We land and do this together, or we don’t do it at all.”
“We’ll be okay, Khorii,” Sesseli said, reaching around Khiindi and patting her on the shoulder. “Even if those ship-eating things are there, from what you said, Captain Becker has plenty of spare parts we could use to repair it.”
“Hap is not with us,” Khorii reminded her.
“Hap isn’t the only one who knows how to repair a ship,” Captain Bates growled. Their normally cheerful mentor was not a bit happy about this sudden mutiny, and didn’t mind letting everyone know it.
They landed on what looked like a clear patch as close as they could find to the buried ship’s logo of the Estrella Blanca.
“Okay,” Captain Bates said, standing up and stretching. “Khorii and I will go take a look around.”
“Sesseli and me are a-comin’, too, ma’am. Like Jaya said, we can look after our own selves. She’s got her moves, and I got Grampa’s twelve-gauge.”
“I’m afraid not, girls. Someone has to guard the ship.” She knelt and looked them both in the eyes. “Who will look after the cats if something happens to you? Khorii just has to see if the plague is still active, then we’ll all leave for the good part of the trip. And Jaya, you need to stay here so there’ll be someone left on board who can fly this bucket or pilot a shuttle if we need you in a hurry.”
“Aye, aye, Captain,” Jaya said, only a little sarcastically.
“Well, as you keep pointing out, it is your ship.”
“I’m coming, too,” Ariin said. “If things need cleansing, two horns will be better than one.”
“Three is even better,” Mikaaye said, appearing in the hatch as they were about to leave. “And you need a male along for protection.”
Elviiz expertly zoomed his cart onto the bridge, narrowly missing two scampering kittens, and parked. “I will protect our remaining shipmates here,” he announced.
“And I’ll protect Elviiz with Grampa’s gun,” Moonmay said, brightening. “On account of he’s mostly Linyaari and not s’posed to shoot folks, even when they need it.”
Khorii, her hackles still vibrating with tension, very much hoped the altered landscape would contain no folks or anything else who needed shooting by anybody.