Adventures on RV Traveler (Free Trader Series Book 3) (5 page)

 

10 – Transfer to the Traveler

 

It was time. They crowded into a new room tucked into the manufacturing level. The companions were understandably anxious. The machinery and depth underground weighed heavily on them. Like Braden and Micah, they preferred the outdoors. They hoped Holly was correct, that spaces on the ship would be open and they’d feel free. Otherwise it was going to be a very long trip. G-War told Braden that he’d kill him in his sleep if he was trapped in a small space for more than a single turn.

Micah told G-War that she wouldn’t allow death, so they settled on a simple maiming.

Braden looked to Aadi and Skirill for support, but they avoided his gaze.

“Fine.” He wanted everyone to relax. He’d seen pictures and even moving pictures of the ship. With basic maps in his head, he didn’t expect any surprises.

They’d arrive in a small room at the aft end of the ship. The matter transfer system consumed great amounts of power, so it was best situated close to the engines. From there, they needed to travel to the bow, where they would change the orientation of the ship to align it for transfer to Cygnus VI. Once the survivors on Cygnus VI were safely aboard, they’d realign the ship for transfer to the New Command Center.

The details of why were lost on Braden. Appear in the back of the ship. Go to the front. Move levers, mash buttons, turn wheels exactly as Holly told them. Go to the back, prepare a safe place for the people of Cygnus VI. Then back to the front to move the ship around some more, do as Holly commanded. Then one last trip to the back. For perspective, Holly said that it was more than a single turn’s walk one-way. They had to cover the distance four times.

Through possibly hostile areas.

Four times…

They entered the circular room and the wall slid into place behind them. Braden helped Skirill off Aadi’s shell, then carefully put him in one of twelve reclining metal chairs. Aadi floated down until he stood on his chair. G-War jumped into another of the recliners and crouched on it. The two humans got into their chairs. The feet of the recliners pointed inward to the center of the circular room where a single cylinder stood from floor to ceiling.

They stood in the room while Holly’s disembodied voice talked to them. “The panels will shimmer. Stay in your seats and do not move. Do not touch each other under any circumstances. Space between you is important as the device catalogues and deconstructs you. You will be reconstructed on the Traveler. For you, it will seem as if only a moment has passed, while the entire process will take one to two days. Relax. Close your eyes and breathe deeply.”

The mirror-like panels on the wall shimmered, as a Mirror Beast might. Then a deep tone pressed in on them. The ‘cat struggled to remain still.
‘Relax, G. We’re here together. We’ll be there soon and then we can find the open air, maybe bag a rabbit together. Rabbit sounds good…’
Braden’s thoughts calmed them all as they thought of their next meal.

 

11 – Controlled Chaos

 

‘…Rabbit.’
Braden opened his eyes. He had a massive headache. The room was the same but different. The ceiling colors had changed. The panels shimmered until they didn’t. “Holly?”

Braden opened his neural implant. Holly appeared in the window. The transfer was complete.

They were on the RV Traveler.

They needed to exit this room. Next door, there may be people controlling computer systems and engineers keeping the engines running. A door up one level and to the right would put them in a corridor taking them to a rear core access door. From there, they’d cross a ten-kilometer long deck of the rear core, where there would be a pod system, a vehicle to take them to the forward core world access. Cross that and head upward into the central non-gravity area, and they’d find the Command Decks.

Or so Holly assured them.

“Is everyone okay? Micah?”

She opened her eyes. They remained unfocused as if she had just woken from a long sleep. She flexed her fingers then hands and started stretching each of her muscles. “Yeah. I feel like Brandt ran me over, but besides that, feeling great.” She leaned over the side of her chair and heaved her breakfast onto the floor.

Aadi remained motionless, unblinking. “Aadi?” Braden asked as he threw his feet from the chair to the floor. The room started to spin and he dutifully power-puked. Holly hadn’t suggested they’d be sick, otherwise they wouldn’t have eaten such a hearty breakfast.

Skirill blinked rapidly and started to flex his wings.
‘I’m afraid there’s no room to fly yet. I shall continue to burden poor Master Aadi.’
The Hawkoid didn’t get sick as he flexed his muscles and was soon moving freely.

Braden stood on shaky feet. He staggered to Aadi and held his head in both hands, looking closely at his eyes. A slow blink and a deliberate shake of his head. Braden rubbed the Tortoid’s neck.
‘Sorry. Fell asleep. What a strange sensation. I dreamed of cactus weevils and water.’
He floated upward and swam around the room without a problem.

Braden shook his head and tapped Aadi’s shell. He looked around at the plain room. He couldn’t identify which panels would move to allow them to exit.

“Holly, can you open the door for us?” Holly had given them a large device that he needed to directly access ship systems. He called it a broadband transceiver. The device needed to be close to the computer and then Holly could talk to it. Without it, he could only access the systems attached to the main communication infrastructure. With it on board, he could access anything.

G-War jumped from his chair, hairs on end. Only the humans had gotten sick.

‘We were all sick, but we’re tougher than you humans, that’s all.’

“We’re here ten heartbeats and you’re already an ass. Remember, we’re guests. Be kind.” Braden smiled at his friend. He was happy to see the ‘cat calmer than when they left.

“Holly? We’re ready to go.”

‘Almost there,’
Holly sent to the window before Braden’s eye.

“Holly says he almost has the door open. This is the only one we need him for. After this, our bracelets should give us access everywhere we need to go. Be ready.” Skirill hopped onto Aadi’s back and grasped the harness strap. Braden and Micah pulled their blasters, already dialed to the weakest setting.

Three panels moved inward and slid along the wall.

Darkness greeted them, darkness speckled with small colored lights. Again, Holly hadn’t suggested they’d operate in the darkness although one of many Old Tech toys in their backpacks would help. They slung their backpacks to the floor and started digging. 

‘G? Aadi?’

‘It’s like the New Command Center. I see workstations and screens. No people. There’s vegetation in the back, looks like vines. The air is wet, like the rainforest,’
G-War told them after looking through the opening. Braden and Micah thought they were hot from the excitement of the transfer and not that the environment was warmer than normal.
‘I don’t see danger. Not right now.’

The humans pulled out the portable lights from their backpacks and turned them on. It was odd that they didn’t flash, but that’s what Holly called them: flashlights. The beams penetrated the darkness. With a shrug, the humans walked into the next room, shining their lights left, right, up, down. An empty Command Center. Micah opened the window of her neural implant.
‘Are you seeing this, Holly?’

‘Yes. I am pleased with the functioning systems, but alarmed at the heat and humidity. These are not good for the systems. I will close the door to the matter transfer room. The instruments in that room are delicate. They must be protected if you are to return.’

‘Do you want your box in or out?’
Micah asked.

‘In is better. I’ll close the door. Don’t be alarmed,’
Holly responded.

“Holly’s closing the door. He wants to keep the matter transfer chamber dry to make sure we can leave when we’re done.”

The door silently slid shut, leaving the only light shining from the beams of their flashlights. Aadi and G-War moved wide to see anything to their sides while Braden and Micah moved forward, past the work stations. Metal equipment and large devices covered the wall to their front. To the left, their lights faded into the distance as the floor arced toward the ceiling. There was a great deal of space above them.

“Elevator – there.” Braden pointed with the light beam. “Up one and then down the platform to the right.” He shined the beam along the walkway, but couldn’t see the door they needed to go through. It was disconcerting seeing the floor slope upwards. Holly explained that the shape was necessary so the ship could spin, giving the appearance of gravity. When they asked what that meant, Holly said without the spin, they would float through the air. They’d get a taste of that when they reached the forward Command Deck.

Skirill launched himself from Aadi’s back and flew upward. Braden followed him with his light so the Hawkoid could see. He flew oddly, at an angle and sometimes sideways. He turned tightly and flew back, swooping past them. He made another tight turn, then climbed to the catwalk, as Holly called it, that they needed to take. He flew a hundred strides down and landed on the handrail. Braden and G-War waited while Aadi and Micah called the elevator and entered it.

“One floor up please,” she said as Holly had told her.

The doors closed and the elevator moved quickly upward. They floated off the floor as it slowed, landing when it stopped. The doors opened and they stepped onto the catwalk. Braden was far below with his light shining past Skirill. Micah waved her flashlight and then pointed it at Skirill. She headed toward the Hawkoid.

Braden and G-War rode the elevator and stepped onto the walkway.

Braden’s neural implant buzzed. Holly insisted that they not close the window while they were aboard the RV Traveler. He needed to stay in touch at all times. Braden thought Holly was more worried than he was.

‘What, Holly?’

‘Braden, thank you for answering.’
Was that sarcasm?
‘I suggest you go the other way and check on the vines growing down the wall. There shouldn’t be any growth in here. You may need to burn that down to preserve the systems in this area. That may be the reason for the high humidity.’

“Micah!” Braden shouted. She jumped and shushed him.

“Holly wants us to look at the vines and maybe burn them out,” he said in a quieter voice. “We have to go back this way.” G-War turned, shaking his head, and padded in the new direction.

Skirill flew past them, angling away from the vines, slowing and hovering with great wing beats. The other companions looked through his eyes at the vines. They looked like something straight out of the rainforest. The vines were heavy, with small leaves. Water ran downward, puddling on the floor before disappearing through a grating below. Braden leaned around the railing of the catwalk, hanging precariously over the edge. Even with Skirill’s help, he couldn’t see the base of the vines.

He held his hands up in surrender, then Micah looked. The vines covered the catwalk like a waterfall. If they wanted to pass this way, they couldn’t, unless they went back to the main engineering space, down one level. She looked closely, focusing her light on a single thick vine and the small leaves on it. She reached up to touch it.

‘STOP!’
G-War shouted over their mindlink.

She pulled back as the leaves whipped back and forth where her hand had been a moment before. She pulled her sword and held it close. The leaves whipped against it, ringing as metal struck metal.

She swung at the vine and chopped deeply into it. The leaves slapped the blade in a frenzy. She pulled it back. The Old Tech blade was unscratched. She hacked into the vine until it started spewing red juice that looked too much like blood. She backed up as it sprayed toward her.

“That’s enough of that.” Braden pulled his blaster, changed the setting to wide and depressed the trigger. When the flame hit the vines, they jumped and flew about like a tree in a storm. The vines pummeled the catwalk, shaking the companions off their feet. They crawled backwards, trying to get away.

They got to their feet and ran. Skirill flew like one possessed. Aadi struggled to move quickly. A vine slapped against him, leaving an ugly scratch down the armor over his shell. The metal leaves cut Skirill’s harness from the Tortoid, and it fell over the catwalk to the floor below. Braden and Micah dropped to a knee and dialed narrow beams. They fired into the vines in short bursts, cutting through the thick vine trunks. The beams reflected from the metallic leaves that whipped about, futilely attempting to protect the trunks.

Their blaster beams cut one, then another and another of the vines. The top sections hung, the blood-like juice running freely. The bottom parts of the vine fell away from the catwalk, crashing into and through a number of the terminals in the engineering section. Sparks flew. The smell of ozone filled the air. Silence returned. They shined their flashlights on the carnage.

Both their neural implants buzzed.

‘What?’
Braden asked angrily.

‘What just happened? A number of systems have gone critical.’

‘That vine acted like it was alive! When I hit it with blaster fire, it went nuts, tried to kill us. It needed to die.’

‘I understand,’
Holly said calmly.
‘Next time, please take care not to destroy the systems you need to keep you alive.’

“I’m not sure how I feel about that,” Braden said to Micah. “We’ve been here no time at all and we’ve already tried to destroy the ship.”

“More like the ship tried to destroy us. Then again, it didn’t bother us until we went after it. I can’t blame it,” Micah answered.

“So, we take more care then?” Braden offered. She nodded. It was a prudent course of action. She was already certain that she didn’t want to spend one more heartbeat on the Traveler than she absolutely had to.

Skirill flew past them to the lower deck. He stayed away from the vines as he looked for the harness he used to ride Aadi. It was underneath a dying vine, swamped in a growing puddle of the vine’s juices.

This is going to be a long trip,
the Hawkoid thought.

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