The Epherium Chronicles: Embrace (2 page)

Unlike the crew quarters dome, the survey dome was a completely open structure. In the center of the room, a gigantic telescope was positioned on a large revolving pad.

Restal and Kristin moved into the dome and used lights on their EVA suits to maneuver around floating furniture. They activated their magnetic boots and began to setup several portable lights from their maintenance kits around the dome to illuminate the interior. Each light was connected to a power connector in a chain that was looped to a small generator.

As Restal and Kristin were about to power on their lights, Justin Sevard, one the
Gerard’s
lead maintenance technicians, called over the comms. “Skipper, we’ve completed our sweep. No sign of any survivors in the crew area, and all EVA suits in that dome were accounted for.”

“Any bodies?” Restal asked.

“None, sir,” Justin replied, almost whispering into his comm unit.

“Okay, the rest of the teams, continue to sweep forward into the hydroponics dome. Kristin and I will activate the lights here and search for the station crew,” Restal said. He really had hoped to find someone alive in the crew area. Now he feared the worst and so did his team. “Kindel, anything with the station computer logs?”

Kindel replied over the comms, “Logs confirm that four members of the eight person crew were in the survey dome at the time of the incident. Two were supposed to be in the crew area and two in hydroponics. But the logs end there for the areas that lost power. They could have left these areas at any time after that and there wouldn’t be a record here. I’ve found an exterior camera vid stored in the logs that’s eight hours old. It was covering the outside of the station next to the communication arrays. The picture’s blurry, but I’m working to clean it up. Best I can tell so far is a white streak striking the communications array and barreling into the hydroponics dome. That could be our meteor, but I’ll let you know when I get a definite.”

“Any response from Command?” Restal asked.

“I just got a comm from the medical ship, Tama. She and two EEF Marine drop ships are now in high orbit and await our signal to come in to help with the wounded.”

Restal scanned the blackness of the survey dome and hoped that there would be survivors that needed help. He keyed his comm system again. “Roger that. Glad to know our backup got here. Keep me informed of your progress on that camera vid. We’ve got lights going up in the survey dome now. The rest of the teams are moving forward into the hydroponics area.”

While Kristin began turning on the portable lights, Restal checked the last two couplings to his generator. Finding them secure, he looked over and watched as his other search teams manually opened the tunnel door to the hydroponics bay. The door on this side had several cracks around its frame. He’d seen that before. Structural damage like that was often the result of explosive decompression close by. As the door on his side opened, Restal could see the door on other end of the tunnel was mangled badly, most likely blasted open as a result of the meteor impact.

Behind him, Kristin activated the third of the eight lights they had positioned. The light was jammed into its stand, and Kristin had to hit it with her hand to loosen it. She set it on the ground. As she looked up toward the ceiling to check the angle, she screamed.

Restal turned and moved as quickly as his magnetic boots would allow him toward the cadet. “Kristin, what is it? Are you hurt?”

Her scream turned to a sob, and she pointed to the dome’s ceiling. Four bodies of the station’s crew were motionless and pressed against the wall near the top of the dome. Restal could tell by the coloring of their skin and faces that they died when the dome lost its atmosphere.

“Keep it together, kid. We expected to see this. You need to calm down and focus. We can’t help them, but we might be able to help the rest of the crew,” he explained, trying to calm her down, but inside he was just as scared as she was.

Kristin nodded slowly and stopped sobbing. “Yes, sir.” She moved to continue activating the remaining lamps. Restal grabbed one of the active lamps and angled it to get a better look at the four bodies. Along the walls, he could see more cracks in the dome’s super structure. When this part of the station lost atmosphere, they probably were pinned to the wall and wedged in tight. Whatever happened must have happened fast, and he doubted they suffered. The uniforms were all similar, but he could definitely see a distinctive black and red layered flat top haircut on one of the bodies. He knew immediately it was his friend, Max. Restal sighed deeply, set down the light and moved closer to the telescope pad.

“Justin, come in,” Restal solemnly called into his comm unit.

“Aye, Skipper, we just entered the hydroponics dome.”

“Well, we found four poor souls in the survey dome. One of them is Max.” Restal paused for a few moments and looked over at Kristin. “Kristin’s pretty shook up, but she’s holding together. Any sign of the impact crater?”

“There is a huge hole in the center of the dome. We’re moving around all the debris so we can get access to the entry point. Radiation levels have increased but are still tolerable for the suits. I wouldn’t recommend long term exposure though.” Static began to crackle over the comm as Justin spoke. No doubt due to the increased radiation, Restal believed.

“Any sign of the remaining crew?” Restal asked.

“It’s strange.” Justin sounded very confused. “Most of the plants and furniture seemed to have been sucked out the hole where the impact occurred, but there’s a lot of dark residue around the entrance from the survey dome. It could be blood, but I would have thought that any blood from the crew in this dome should have been sucked out with the atmosphere. It would have vaporized outside. This would only happen if someone came in after the atmosphere was expelled.”

“That could be our other two missing crewmen that were in the crew quarters during the strike. I imagine the other two were killed during the impact. Get me a visual on the impact crater and send a team out the hole to look at the communications array,” Restal instructed and he looked back toward the crew quarters. “How did those two crew members get to the other dome without a suit?” he thought to himself.

“Roger that, Skipper. I’ll take Nate’s team with me to the crater and send Vince and Tommy’s groups out to the communication array. Chase and Cadet Tiris are collecting some of the residue for analysis and identification.”

Restal watched his own intern continue to activate the remaining lights. “How’s he holding up?”

“Tough kid,” Justin replied jokingly. “He’s keeping it together pretty well. Okay, we just reached the impact crater. It’s about four meters wide and looks pretty deep.” Restal could hear rustling over the comms as Justin moved to the edge of the crater. “That’s strange. The walls are almost burned smooth. Pretty weird for a meteor hit. I’m going to disengage my gravity boots and use my suit thrusters to get a look.”

Restal felt the hairs on his neck stand on end. Something felt wrong about this whole scenario. “Be careful, Justin, and watch those radiation levels!” he warned.

“Roger that,” Justin said with a slight strain as he began his descent into the impact crater.

Kindel’s voice came over the comms. “Skipper, I enhanced the video, and it’s strange. I don’t see any identifiable meteor at all in the vid. It almost looks like a light pulse of some kind. Similar to a mining laser perhaps. There is a shadow in the background, could be a ship, but I can’t make it out.”

An intense burst of static came over the
Gerard’s
comm systems. “What the hell was that?”

Rick called back on the comms. “Seemed like a focus comm, but very intense and the systems can’t make it out. It originated in the hydroponics area.”

Restal waved Kristin toward him. “Justin, get your teams out of there and return to the ship. That’s an order!”

“Roger, Skipper, I am almost at the bottom of the crater now,” Justin said. “Wait...what the...” Justin let out a short scream that was quickly muffled by a gurgle then static.

“Justin, report! Nate, what’s happening over there?” Restal screamed into his comms.

Nate’s voice flittered over the comms. “Justin’s gone! Guys, get out of here!” He heard an explosion over Nate’s comm channel, and the signal cutoff.

Vibrations from the explosion carried through the floor into the survey dome. Restal could feel them in his boots. He grabbed Kristin’s suit and forced her to run to the exit of the dome back toward the ship. “All teams get back to the ship. Can anyone copy?” Silence.

Restal moved toward the exit as fast as his suit would allow him, all the while keeping Kristin in front of him. He opened comms to the
Gerard.
“Rick, life sign indicators from the crew?”

“Skipper...they’re dead...they’re all dead,” Kindel choked out, obviously overcome with shock.

Restal and Kristin passed through the tunnel into the crew dome. The air in their suits wasn’t calibrated for high exertion, and Restal knew he had to watch his breathing. He tried to force a strict rhythm as they continued their pace. His breathing under control, he keyed his comm unit again. “Hector, get the ship ready to bolt. Kristin and I are inbound. ETA two minutes.”

“Roger, Skipper. We’re ready once you get on board. Marine drop ships are inbound to assist.”

Restal and Kristin moved faster in the crew quarters where artificial gravity was still functioning, and they disengaged their magnetic boots. They bounded down the hall and rounded the corner toward the docking bay access ramp. Restal continued to look behind him to see if they were being pursued by whatever had attacked his crew but saw nothing. When they reached the hatch that led to the docking platform, Restal opened it and proceeded across the ramp toward the
Gerard
with Kristin close behind.

Just as Restal reached the hatch to the
Gerard
, the middle of the docking ramp exploded in a shower of sparks. Kristin was still behind him, and both steadied themselves on the remainder of the ramp, which was still attached to their ship’s docking clamp. Restal pressed a command key on his suit’s armband and the
Gerard’s
pressure door opened. He moved inside and was thrown forward onto the deck of the maintenance bay airlock by another explosion that consumed the rest of the ramp.

Restal, slightly stunned and ears ringing from the explosion, struggled to his feet and looked out the pressure hatch doorway. “Kristin!” he bellowed into his comms, but she was nowhere to be seen. A huge scorch mark on the
Gerard’s
hull was all that remained of the ramp.

Through the smoke and haze, Restal saw something on the ground moving with impressive speed near the base of the docking platform, but he couldn’t make it out. Not waiting any longer, he closed the pressure door and slipped to the floor of the air lock. “Hector, get us out of here!”

The
Gerard
lurched upward off the landing pad and began to climb. Kindel looked out the forward viewport and could see a large object approaching the station. It was the same ship he had seen in the camera vid. “Hector, we have incoming.” The navigation window on the HUD flashed. “Exit vector to Marine drop ships is online. Get us the hell out of here!”

Hector worked the ship controls furiously in an attempt to boost thrust and maintain their exit vector away from the station. His face displayed his frustration and he looked back at Kindel. “I’m trying, but whatever that is, it’s gaining.”

EEF Outer System Command
Europa Station

Admiral Frank Jenkins reclined his chair at the head of the briefing room and slowly shook his head. Corporate technology briefings were important, but much of what he had seen over the last few hours was just a re-hash of current work. It was nothing new and certainly not eye-grabbing. He glanced around the table at the various corporate representatives. The usual suspects were here of course, including Epherium and Greer, but a few new faces had shown up, particularly in the area of mining exploration.

Jenkins’ top researcher in materials science was finishing his briefing to the assembled guests when the comm buzzer rang on the panel to his right. “One moment everyone,” he said.

“This is Admiral Jenkins. What’s so important to interrupt my meeting?” he asked.

Lieutenant Jana Henrickson, his protocol aide, was on the comm. “Admiral, you’re needed in the Command Center ASAP, sir. There appears to be a situation.”

Jenkins stood and adjusted his jacket. “Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but life on this station still gives a few unwanted surprises. Follow me. I can show you how the EEF has put a lot of your technology to work out here.” The admiral turned and walked to the briefing room exit. Everyone in the room, not wanting to miss out on a great opportunity, dropped their data pads into their chairs and moved to follow him. Tours on the stations were common during visits, but never by the admiral and certainly not during any type of operation.

The station Command Center was on the opposite end of the main hallway from the admiral’s briefing room. As Admiral Jenkins exited the room and entered the hall, Lieutenant Henrickson met him in stride. The Europa Station was an orbital station based on common designs used for the original Mars and Venus Orbital stations, but expanded for the larger operations based in the Jupiter Theater of Operation. The stations were constructed with a very lightweight but strong metallic alloy that was extremely corrosion resistant and required far less maintenance than conventional steel alloys used on Earth. Regardless of the sonic dampening employed, metallic echoes in the hallways of the stations were viewed to be a normal but annoying flaw of the design. Admiral Jenkins took notice of this property of the stations long ago and adjusted his gait to emphasize the effect that his uniform shoes often presented. Most of the station would hear his footsteps and either clear a path or prepare to “kiss the cheek” he surmised.

“What’s the situation, Lieutenant?” he asked with a slightly irritated tone.

“Unknown, Admiral, but I was told it was of the utmost urgency,” she replied evenly.