Pertumit Garundi 13

“Ellora Grace, do you read?” Fred’s voice cut through the suit com’s overlapping conversations.

“Right here, Fred, just follow the beacons.”  I’ve never been so happy to see my ship as Winter cast out a grappler to snag the metal fuselage and I followed the line all the way to the airlock.

I yanked my helmet off the sec the lock cycled through. “Don’t cast it off! These nasty little things don’t seem to like it for some reason.”

Winter had her hand on the eject/retract button, and she shot me a quizzical look before her expression morphed into one of horror. “Mehariet shuushoneki, is that what I think it is?” She pointed to the mine encased in its housing.  It was still inert although I’d placed it on the metal floor of the ship when I pulled off the ill-fitting envirosuit. 

“Yes, and I don’t know what this is protecting us or how it came to be, but I’ll take it for now.  We should take this thing to Marion; he might be able to determine if it is a lifeform.”

Winter looked physically ill for a nano.  She recovered swiftly though and shoved the case with the mine into a containment capsule and activated the field.  The blue glow enveloped the clear plexisteel container effectively placing the mine into stasis.  “Warn me next time you bring any Bildarthian chuksa on this ship.” Winter glared at me and stalked off leaving me to reel in the rest of the payload.

“Hello to you too, glad you are safe,” I muttered under my breath.

“I am happy you are safe.” Fred chimed in softly.

I sighed. “Thanks.”

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“What in the seven hells is that?” Marion took one look at the containment canister and the grim expression on Winter’s face. 

L’Marchonase wore an equally grim expression. “Well, cousin, I’m hoping you can tell us.”

He walked all the way around the canister shaking his head.  “This is one of those mines, isn’t it?  You sent one of your insane chuksa Mentari out there to…”

I didn’t let him finish. “I took the Ni’chine ship after I’d discovered what they were carrying in their cargo hold.  I also discovered that one of their slaves wasn’t what it said it was.  My intent was to capture the imposter posing as a human, but the mines disintegrated his escape pod.  I saw an opportunity and used it.” I lifted my chin to stare at him. He blinked at me but wisely said nothing.

“This form does not like a piece of metal from the ship.  I think it wise to get a metallurgy and spectrometer team to look at the chunk to find out why.  In the meantime, I think whatever it is wrapped in holds it inert so be careful with the material.”

Marion slowly nodded his head.  “I’ll run an analysis on the wrappings first.  I’ll let you know what I find shortly.”

We left him conversing with his techs and headed for the battle bridge conference room. “My man in the Kerlian parliament should be ready to report.” L’Marchonase looked tense and as we entered the room I could see why.

The man with the shaggy dark hair and green prosthetic eye sat drumming his fingers on the redwood table.  He didn’t look like a diplomat dressed in a long duster coat made of Parchense duja leather.  His eyes were almond-shaped and only the deepening wrinkles around them betrayed his age.  He held his mouth strangely like his lips were overly extended at the corners.  My overall impression made me think about my elfin cousins back on Altamira.  When he stood, he was easily as tall as Winter. His glance slid over the both of us and he gave a slight nod to Winter.

Winter didn’t react.  She took her seat and folded her hands in her lap.  I sat down in one of the chairs behind her but close enough where I could hear the conversation. L’Marchonase gestured for him to begin.

He nodded. “The Kerlian Viseur and the primary adjudicator, called the Glazier, are rumored to have invested heavily into a project which needs the supply of Garundi amber to be profitable.  While the amber does produce a notable euphoric effect, their leaders have found a way to increase the effects of the amber, perhaps to use as a narcotic or for medical anesthesia.  If so, my contacts believe they intend to market the drug to their own people and export the remainder either legally for medical use or illegally as a party drug.  I heard a rumor, but have no proof of, a contact within the Hideku to move the meds off-world. 

Winter shifted in her seat but made no comment.

“I have also heard the labs creating these drugs are not on Kerlian but are in orbit.  Allegedly, they have two built and two still under construction.  The Viseur and Glazier siphoned off funds from off-world exports and import taxes to create the labs.  The discrepancy was noted by their consular staff but written off as an armament deal gone bad with the Sambrosians and a new race called the Trangee. I do not think the Kerlian parliament is aware of the depth of the embezzlement.”

“That sounds like a large-scale operation and one hard to hide.” L’Marchonase frowned.

“I thought so too, but they’ve acquired technology from somewhere that hides the labs from conventional detection. My guess is it must be the Trangee.  I’ve never heard of them before, and in my experience, the Sambrosians don’t have the kind of technology to hide orbital platforms.”

L’Marchonase nodded. “Were you able to find out any information about missing ships?  The transit authority seems to keep poor records.” He made a face indicting his disgust.

Diargento thumbed the controls on the table.  “My contacts weren’t specific, and this is a little out of their league.  But they did indicate there is a general wariness to travel beyond the buoy boundaries marking the main routes here, and here.” He marked the holo map with a stylus indicating a blank section of space.

Winter nodded and L’Marchonase’s frown deepened.  “Seems you were correct, Winter.  They have one way in and one way out just like we would.”

Diargento glanced at Winter. “This wouldn’t have something to do with those mines I’ve been hearing about?”

L’Marchonase sighed. “I expected Skelly to fill you in.  Did he tell you we captured one and are working on developing a countermeasure?”

Diargento grinned and he had a fair number of prosthetic teeth inlaid with auran. “He told me about the mines.  You’ve found a way to neutralize it already?”

L’Marchonase’s shrug was both poetic, practical, and indicated nothing beyond what Diargento apparently already knew.

Diargento left shortly thereafter, whistling to himself, and I thought, “There goes an extremely dangerous man.”

Winter apparently agreed with my unvoiced thought. “Enri, he’s trouble.  Valoise and the Ebroni woman are plotters, but they are essentially too greedy for their own good.  That one,” She indicated the departed Diargento with her hand, “Is the zagritzah at the bottom of the cistern.  He’s biding his time.”

L’Marchonase sighed heavily. “I know. The only reason I’m still Grand Captain of this fleet is that he and Skelly have not moved against me.  Those two are intelligent men and they also know they stand to make a lot of money because each of my crazy plans has worked…in the past.  I’m only as good as the next score, and we need to make one soon to keep the smaller ships in line.  He knows it too.” L’Marchonase’s com chimed, and he answered.  He made some non-committal noises and commed off.  “Marion’s found something.  He’ll be up.”

I used the intervening few chronos to visit the ‘fresher and smooth out my hair.  When I emerged, Winter and L’Marchonase were deep into a discussion of drone harassment tactics and how to use both ends of the bottleneck against the Garundis and Kerlians.  Marion rushed in, threw himself in a chair, and immediately dialed up a carafe of cafcocoa from the culinary dispenser.  He grabbed the thermocup, took a big swig, winced at the heat, and swallowed rapidly.  He waved the cup at me.

“You’re not going to believe this.  The reason why the mine is currently inert and why it doesn’t like the chunk of the wreckage is because both are organic matter.  I think I am looking at egg protein…well I know I am because the metal section of the ship is from the Ni’chine birthing well.”

I blinked. Ni’chine lay eggs? Birthing wells?

He must have read the expression on my face. “I know, it was a surprise to me too.  Our lady of cryogenic storage laid eggs recently because she has the egg brooding patch visible on her lower abdomen.”

“I didn’t see any eggs on the ship.” Not that I could have found them in the mess. 

“I don’t know a lot about the Ni’chine,” L’Marchonase spoke up, “But I do know those two weren’t a brooding pair.  I got the impression one was a hatchling of the other.”

Marion nodded. “I got the impression as well, which means the brood was brought on by something else.  They would have used the eggs for food, or randomly smashed the shells if the mood struck them.”

That would explain the smell. I wrinkled my nose. Winter remained impassive.

“I have a hypothesis based on the organic matter on the ship’s metal and the pouch around the mine.  They are both made of embryonic protein, although I couldn’t tell you what lifeform created the pouch and the protective barrier around the mine though.  I want to do a quantum dissection on the mine but rather than do it here on the Siren, we’d need to set me up on a disposable ship.”

L’Marchonase shook his head. “I would like to know the function of those mines as much as you do.  But you know how I feel about risking members of my immediate family.”

“Enri, you said the crews are restless.  Every rotation we wait, the certainty of mutiny becomes closer to reality.  How many people on this ship know I am your cousin? Entirely too many, and I knew it would come out at some point.  I am a liability to you, and you know it.”

Winter stood, and I stood with her. “You have much to discuss, Enri. We should leave you…”

“No.” L’Marchonase indicated the chair and Winter slowly sat back down leaving me to creep back into my seat. “My cousin and I can debate this later. While Marion is here, you,” He pointed at Winter, “Should narrate the fight with the Ni’chine for me.”

“Enri, I don’t…” Winter trailed off as the security footage from the fight was displayed on the holo system in the middle of the table.

The security Eyes caught Winter in one of the Siren’s lower cantinas drinking steadily and watching a newsie holo on her tabletop.  She clearly minded her own business and did not even appear to notice when the Ni’chine and their two mounts entered the bar.  The Eye moved forward a solis and it was clear the Ni’chine acted drunk and belligerent.  They insulted the bar staff, deliberately dropped drinks, and acted with hostility toward everyone.  In time, they were joined by two heavily hooded figures who appeared to be drinking less and intentionally chiding the Ni’chine for their lack of ability to bring in a live Hashtaaleen. The audio feed from the Ears in the bar fought through the ambient noise and provided a translation streamer at the bottom of the holo.

I didn’t tell Winter what I’d seen on the ship.  I didn’t even know how I’d broach the subject.  I wasn’t sure I could, either.  So, I sat and watched as the taller of the hooded individuals approached Winter’s table.  The two Ni’chine dismounted and chained their humans to the bag and chattel hooks under the table.  They circled around behind Winter while the tall, hooded humanoid spilled his drink all over her.  The second hooded one waited until Winter appeared distracted by the sudden bath in alcohol before plowing into her from behind.  The two Ni’chine drew their knives and dove on top of Winter.  The hooded ones attempted to hold her down while the Ni’chine presumably tried to saw off her head.  They only got ragged chunks of hair as Winter twisted out of the grip of the hooded ones and sprung the catch on her stave.  Winter slammed the business end of the weapon into the face of one of the Ni’chine and she howled as her eye was wrenched free of its socket and thrown across the room.  The hooded humanoids wisely backed off and disappeared into the crowd, leaving the Ni’chine to fend for themselves.  Stupidly, they continued to attack Winter and she dispatched them in a few chronos.  Winter pulled the drink bulb from the socket on the table and left the bodies on the floor of the cantina.  The Eye caught the hooded humanoids standing outside in the gathered crowd and watched as Winter staggered away. 

I saw it, and I am sure Winter saw it too although it was in the holo for only half a nanosec.  The cowl of the taller of the two hooded ones slipped exposing a flash of a colorful facial tattoo.

Valoise!

I’m sure Winter must have thought so too. She turned to me, tilted her head, and shrugged.  “I wish I could tell you what happened but, I don’t remember any of this, Enri.” She looked back at him and gave him a closed-lipped smile. 

I knew the expression on her face though even if L’Marchonase didn’t.  We were going to pay the captain of Siren fleet ship Sausenty-Une a visit soon.

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Pertumit Garundi 12

They weren’t just bounty hunters…they were headhunters.  Inside the hold were scores of heads of various alien species.  There were four unfortunate Hashtaaleen at the front, hung by their gill rakers.  There were two Metanids and a Wandro bound by its tusks.  Each of the heads had been sliced off and none too cleanly by the looks of it.  To my horror, there was also a Violeteer, her heliotrope-colored irises blown wide open, and her expression caught in her last scream.

She was no one I knew.  But the fact they had hunted Violeteer left me disquieted.  I got the seven hells out of there and made for the bridge.  I wear prosthetic lenses and old-fashioned frames sometimes to cover up my distinctive eye color.  I pulled up the manifest again to see if they’d recorded where they took their trophies.  The Hashtaaleen had all come from a slave hunt on Darbulatan.  I scanned down, skipping over the Metanid and Wandro entries, and finally, I found the entry for the Violeteer woman.  She’d been pulled from an Altamiran freighter during a raid.  They found her hiding in a shipping crate.  My bet was they only found her because she wanted them to find her and protected the rest of her family by doing so.  I felt sick.

There was a buyer’s name listed on the manifest although I expected it to be an alias.  The ladies would be paid forty thousand auran, the amount of Lady Hrissah’s bounty, for the Violeteer alone.  I made a note of the name. As I flipped through the manifest my neck started to tingle.  I’ve learned to trust the feeling, so I dove for the deck.  An energy bolt fried the rest of the manifest panel I’d been reading.  I threw one of my knives in the direction of the blast and was rewarded with a grunt.  I rolled from behind the acceleration couch and threw another. 

The human was one of the slaves the Ni’chine had ridden.  He calmly pulled the knife out of his shoulder, tossed it on the floor, and shook his finger at me.  “You shouldn’t be trespassing, little girl.”

“You should be in the brig!” I snapped and dove back around the couch as another energy bolt came my way.

“I guess I’m not the only one good at picking locks around here.  Although, I am curious to know how you did it, little one.”

I used my talent to throw my voice. “Who are you calling little, chucksa?”

To his credit, he didn’t follow the voice, but he did hesitate, which gave me a second to draw my sidearm and fire.

The bolt to the face should have taken a human down.  When I peered over the couch, it was clear I was not dealing with a human.  He’d dropped all glamour and I’d dealt him a nasty burn.  He was easily as tall as Winter but instead of a face, he had a ghastly visage of muscle and bone.  I caught a glimpse of pointed ears and sharp teeth before he whirled and dove down the hatch toward the escape pods.  I ran after him and fired again shattering part of a panel over his head.  Sparks rained down on his long black hair and he twisted to fire at me. I dove to the floor and the bolt sizzled overhead.  He made it to the escape pod and slammed the latch with a fist and threw himself inside.  I scrambled to my feet and tried to aim at the pod controls.  The being laughed at me, and I could hear him in my head.  “Nice try, little brownie.  You’ll hear from us soon enough.”

The controls explosively ejected the pod into space and slammed the airlock doors shut.  I ran back to the bridge and tried to get the ship’s gun batteries online. “Fred! Target that escape pod! Disable it!”

I could only watch as Fred took aim and winged the pod with a volley of fire.  It wobbled precariously and I waited to see if the Siren would put a tractor beam on it.  Instead, the pod seemed to melt in front of my eyes. Parts of it were breaking off and dissolving.

“I didn’t think I hit it that hard” Fred commented in my ear.  It took me a moment to process what I saw.  I found the magnify on their ship’s cameras and swore.

“Fred, send a ship-wide warning to the Siren and break off.  That’s a swarm of those micro mines and they appear to be headed right at us.”

“Ellora, where should I go? They could be everywhere.”

Fred had a point although he was a sitting pelion attached to the Siren.  I thought hard for a sec. “The only reason why I saw them was I got the magnify on in time.  Otherwise, they are nearly invisible.  They flare slightly when they are dissolving hull plating.  If we could somehow focus on what caused the flare…”

“We might be able to send out something on that mimics the plates and catch the phenomenon on record to analyze.” Fred finished for me.  I am always amazed at how intuitive he is for an artificial lifeform. 

“Hang on. I’ve got an idea.”  The Siren started to move away from the last known position of the mines. 

“Whatever you’ve got in mind, you’d better hurry.  The navigators on the Siren want to jump to Garundi space.”

I could hear Winter in the background yelling at someone, probably the Siren’s bridge crew.  “Don’t deploy your vanes, you karking bunch of sojoni chuksa! Does no one listen to me or your Captain?”  I winced at the sudden increase in volume.

I could see Fred break free of the umbilical and dive down beneath the main ship. “Grace, where the…” There was a burst of static as one of the smaller ancillary ships suddenly seemed to lose attitude control and plowed into the side of the nearest larger numbered ship.  I hoped, selfishly, it was Valoise’s ship, but I didn’t think we’d get that lucky.

“I’m on the Ni’chine ship.  I’m going to take it out.” Fortunately, the main engineering section appeared to operate independently of the battery system.  I fired up the Hrissok’s engines with the help of the translation matrix provided by Fred on my reader.  “Fred, I want you to lock onto my tweeter.  I’m going for a space jaunt, and I want you to pick me up when you can.”

I set the ship on course for where I thought the cloud of micro mines had drifted.  I ran through the filthy corridors to the airlock and spent a frantic moment hunting for one of their safety ship suits.  I finally found one, fortunately, it must have been Lady Mdeeph’s as she was the taller of the two Ni’chine.  The suit had a plexisteel ring around the helmet seal.  I prayed the suit would not attract the trigger mechanism on the mines.  I crammed myself into the suit and believe me, it was a tight fit.  The smell wasn’t much better, but at least I could scrub the oxygen.  I cycled the airlock and used a tether gun to attach myself to one of the vane struts. 

I’m not one for zero-gee which is why Winter always does the spacewalks.  It messes with my balance and the vertigo isn’t a pleasant sensation.  I gritted my teeth and watched the other ships try to figure out where they should go to avoid the mines.  One of the larger numbered ships deployed its vanes and clearly tried to generate a singularity. Instead, its kieren drive exploded propelling it into four other ships and causing them to either explode or hit other ships in the vicinity. My suit helmet blacked out the brightest of explosions and fortunately for me, I turned away to untangle my tether, so I wasn’t blinded.

 I spotted an odd little dot on the port vane generator and on investigation discovered one of the mines steadily dissolving the hull plating around the inertial system’s manifold.  The mine wasn’t much larger than my hand and detached with a hard tug.  Once I pulled it off the ship, it seemed to become inert.  I studied it and if I didn’t know better, I would have thought it was a lifeform.  It had a u-shaped black body with a prehensile segmented tail.  The tail retracted into the body but not before I saw a wicked set of pincers on the tip of the tail.  The carapace of the thing appeared to have an upper section and a lower one where a set of ten jointed legs dangled.  After a chrono or two, the legs also retracted inside the body.  It had no eyes that I could discern.  It had two short stubby antennae on the upper protrusion, so I thought the sensor array was housed there.

  The Ni’chine ship powered down and started to drift.  I watched as the mines ate through the thinner parts of the hull.  I knew when they’d hit the oxygen generators as the ship vented vapor into space.  I had to move out of the way as a bubble of engine coolant fizzed up out of a seal and pushed the ship further away from the Siren.  I could not see the Fred.  I checked the gauge on my oxygen tank.  It was still full, and if it was correct, I had six soliss to pray this little stunt was worth the effort.  I was cold, and I checked the internal heat which registered as on at least.  The Ni’chine have fur so it made sense they would not need to heat their suits as much.  My teeth were starting to chatter, and my breath frosted against my helmet making it difficult to see.  At least the explosions stopped.  The Siren and the pirate fleet managed to dodge the rest of the mine swarm.

“Ellora Grace, report.” Winter sounded calm but by the way she spat out my name let me know she was anything but. The antennae on the Fred was powerful but I had no idea if it was powerful enough to discern a suit com out of all the background noise, but I spoke into my com anyway.

“Winter, I got one.  I’m tethered to the Ni’chine ship although the mines are eating through it faster than I thought possible.  I think the starboard vanes are all compromised, and I’m too far away now but I think the Ni’chine had a Descubirre Kieren engine.  I know the mines disabled the manifold because the engine coolant is creating a colored glow over the aft section.  I auto-powered the ship down so no kieren reaction is happening but the ship will ignite eventually. I’d like to not be here when it happens.  Have you a lock on me yet?”

There was a long pause.

I thought maybe they hadn’t heard me.  I checked my suit oxygen and tried to slow my breathing.  Realistically, I could freeze to death long before I ran out of air.  I studied the inert mine and wondered how it sensed hull plating.  I also wondered how in the seven hells we were going to get it aboard the Fred for study.

I dodged flotsam and jetsam from the Ni’chine ship.  One or more of the mines breached an airlock, as tools, a torn ship suit, and containers of luxury foods floated past me.  Idly, I wondered if they had an account with the Paloma Group or stole from someone who had.  The box of Realmese butterbee jelly infused with auran flakes made me think about the Violeteer woman.  I decided when this adventure was over, should I survive it, I was going to track down the name of the buyer and pay them a visit.

I watched a small cloud of mines float past me, past the crates of organic materials, and latch themselves onto a piece of metal from what I thought was left of the airlock. These mines were smaller than the one I held and would be nearly impossible to see even with magnification.  They looked like bits of carbon moving in a murmuration over the metal. Strangely, they moved together, away from the chunk, and floated on to the main body of the ship.

I wondered what it was about the piece they didn’t like, so I used my suit thrusters to nudge myself toward it. My sample mine twisted toward the metal and extended its feet.  I allowed it to touch the metal chunk and it appeared to tap it a few times before retracting into itself again.

Huh. Well, that was interesting. It made no sign it intended to go to the ship, like the others.  I studied the metal hunk and wondered what was different about it.  I couldn’t tell anything visually, but perhaps it had a different composition than the rest of the ship.  Fred could tell but he and Winter had troubles of their own.  If they ran into a swarm of those micro mines, they might not even know they had a serious problem. 

I wondered if my suit had any diagnostic equipment.  Unfortunately, I left my Ni’chine language translation matrix on the ship along with my reader.  Fortunately, most ship suits, especially the airlock variety, have either universal point me symbols or translations in Standard.  I studied the controls on the sleeve of the suit.  I’d already figured out the thrusters as they were in point me directions. I thought the suit might be used for spacewalks to make minor repairs or help with cargo.  If so, I might be able to run a rough scan of the metal piece to determine if there was anything different about it.  Meteoroids, small cometary debris, and certain types of gasses are problematic for space travel.  If the debris is fine enough, it can get past your shields, which is why most systems outlawed particle mines.  I doubt the Bildarthians knew or cared about the Navarran Accords. 

Anyway, I didn’t have anything better to do so I kept up a running monologue with Fred, assuming he could hear me and decided to figure out what each button on the sleeve did for the suit.

“Fred, Winter…I have a fascinating view of this system, wherever it is.  Amazingly, there is nothing here, which is like the rest of deep space real estate.  I have little better to do but hang on to my little mine, wait to be rescued, or run out of air, whichever happens first.  Normally, I would not waste the oxygen talking, but I think the audio transmission will help you find me.  So, I am recording this and sending in microbursts in hopes you can triangulate my location.  I am still attached to the Ni’chine ship, but I am at maximum tether to avoid debris from the ship as best I can.  Of course, a large lump of space rock could easily sever the connection too, and I am not where I can grab on to anything.  I’ve found a section of the ship which does not seem to be on the mines list of things to destroy.  If I can find the beacons on this suit, provided it has any, I am going to attach one to the hunk of metal.  I am certain we should analyze this piece as there is something about it the mines don’t like.  My little mine, the one I captured from the ship, will only tap on it, and I watched an entire small swarm land on it and leave again.  Grace out.”

My first decision was to find a beacon.  Beacons tend to be small, and their main use is to tag cargo.  You’d be surprised at how many times cargo crates, boxes, and bags do not have good containment fields.  So, as freight haulers, we’ve had our share of crates come in half empty.  One of my first jobs on the Fred was to check containment fields on crates, and physically check cargo manifests.  The bills of lading might say the entire cargo was there but sometimes we’d find boxes of goods floating around the docks because their crate containment was faulty.  Or as salvagers, we’d find a ship heavily damaged by well, whatever damaged it, and we’d spacewalk to rope in drifting cargo.  Beacons made it easy to put a tractor on any crates and haul them in. 

I found what I thought was the attachment projector, but it occurred to me, any lateral movement by me would cause me to drift on a trajectory close to the Ni’chine ship.  I also didn’t want to bounce into the chunk since some of the edges of the metal looked sharp, and I didn’t want to cut a hole in my suit. I didn’t want to be near the ship when it blew. The piece of metal was static, meaning it wasn’t tumbling or rotating.  I didn’t want to cause it to start either.  Then it occurred to me to use my mine to get me close enough without hitting it at the wrong angle. 

It took some doing.  I’d already drifted a good distance away since the last experiment with the mine.  I tapped the thrusters just enough to start forward momentum and let the mine drag me the rest of the distance to the metal.  As before, the mine extended its feet and tapped the piece. While it was evaluating the piece as a source for dinner, I manually attached the beacon and activated it. 

The mine acted as before and I almost lost my grip on it because it moved with more force this time, as if it wanted to get away from the piece as fast as possible.  We drifted away and the tether to the ship tightened.  I dodged another bubble of engine coolant and a glob of chuksa from the waste containment system.  I stuck a beacon on my little mine in case I lost my grip on it.  Then, I recorded another message for Fred and Winter and sent it as a microburst.

I spent the next three or four soliss in moments of sheer terror and vertigo, trying not to get covered in whatever substances were leaking from the ship, and wiggling every part of my body I could so as not to freeze to death. Even with the suit heat on high, hypothermia was a serious concern.  I was concerned, believe me.

My suit com activated but all I got was a broken-up message from Fred.  “Getting the fleet to safety…sweeping for mines…come find you…activate beacon…”  Well, I’d done that already so all I could do was admire the lights from distant stars and the phosphorescent glow from the tail end of the Ni’chine ship.  It reminded me of a tale I’d read when I was a teenager about the phenomenon on water planets of golden tides and the glowing ionic discharge caused by strong atmospheric storms aboard sailing ships. 

I’m not a religious person, unlike my father who insisted I follow the old ways when I lived in his palace on Altamira.  I keep it confined to an oath now and again.  But, out there in the black, all by myself, I decided to have a mental conversation with Oberonae and Dantiana.  I explained I’d been a little bit lax in keeping traditions and I would rectify the oversight if they would just see fit to send someone to fetch me before my oxygen ran out.  I remember promising to build an altar for my ancestors and to them aboard the Fred.  I also promised to keep it maintained so this was not a one-and-done promise.  I remember my oxygen tank registering as low, but I don’t remember losing consciousness.

I was either dreaming or hallucinating from hypoxia.  But I remember a craft and it was small, about the same size as an Altamiran fighter.  It was like a solid oval, and I remember thinking it looked like a seedpod from a Banyaran tree.  It had no propulsion I could discern, no windows or canopies to open.  It glided up to me and I remember being amazed at the lovely swirling patterns of pink and iridescence on the ship’s exterior.  I don’t remember an airlock.  One moment I was drifting in space and the next I was aboard the craft.  A pinkish-colored tendril pulled my helmet off, and I remember taking a deep breath of soft, fragrant air.  I could not tell you what the fragrance was, only it was like the small white stephanicus blossoms from the alpine regions of my home planet.  I still had the mine and it remained inert the entire time I was aboard the ship.  I got the impression I wasn’t inside long.  I had no sensation of movement or vibration from the engines.  The ship had no navigation panels or piloting chairs.  It appeared hollow inside with only depressions on the floor of the craft.  I tested the area where I lay with my gloved hand, and it seemed spongy and soft.  The next thing I knew, my helmet snapped back on, and I found myself once again drifting in space.  The strange craft departed the same way it came, and it vanished into the blackness with considerable speed.

My oxygen tanks were refilled.  The craft left me, my mine, and the chunk of metal where I could see the fleet amassing closer to (what I guessed to be) the heliopause of Pertumit Garundi.  I could hear ship traffic chatter on my com loud and clear.  My tweeter started beeping, which meant the Fred was within strong transmission range, so I started yelling into my suit’s transmitter.  I looked down and the mine was no longer in my hand but in a gelatinous casing.  Whatever or whoever took me aboard the ship took great pains to wrap the mine up.  Not only did it have the clear gel housing, but it was also wrapped in sheeting that held it like a pouch.  I discovered my glove was tied to the pouch so the mine wouldn’t get away easily.

To say I had a religious epiphany would be an understatement.

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