Think she'll come?"
Captain Chui Shan Fung glanced up from her holo-slate. Akcharrch, her Ongkoarrat companion, sat at the foot of Mr. Spock's ramp, scratching her belly with one of her three-toed feet. I suppose that might more properly be hands, Shan Fung thought. Aki had six, after all, and had never once expressed a preference.In truth, there were many things the Ongkoarrat never expressed preference on; they simply couldn't be bothered. They had no concept of gender at all, and the crew of the Carpathia had ended up calling Aki "she" due the pitch of her voice, which was-especially to human ears-vaguely feminine. Aki didn't seem to care what they called her, as long as her pilot seat was always ready and her copilots weren't utter rust-brains. For despite her vague resemblance to a bulky, two and a half meter long sloth-bear and the fact that she walked on all sixes, Aki was one of the best pilots in the known universe. It was an Ongkoarrat thing."I hope so," Shan Fung said."Captain, we've known each other too long for that. What do your instincts tell you?"Shan Fung sighed and set down the holo-slate. "She's young. She practically jumps at her own shadow and I fear getting her to trust anyone is going to take a great deal of work. Even so, there's a fierceness to her. She pulled a knife on me, you know."Aki made a sound like a cat choking on a hairball and rocked forward onto her front feet, her bulk shaking with amusement. Shan Fung fought the urge to roll her eyes, because captains with a history of service in the Marines did not make undignified facial expressions, at least not in front of their crew members. Except this was Aki, and in the end Shan Fung gave in."You sure know how to pick them, Captain," Aki said with a chuff. "If she's like you say, she ought to fit in just fine."
"Perhaps. She really is a nervous thing. She struggled to look me in the face, just like I read, although...she could be very expressive and intense. Frankly, I'm not sure what to think. The one thing I'm certain of is that she has no wish to spend the rest of her life here."
"But can she do the job?"
"Based on my instincts, you mean?" Shan Fung glanced at Aki, who nodded. "She won't just be good at her job. She could change the universe."
Aki's ears flickered, that was all. Damn creature is so hard to read, Shan Fung thought, though not without fondness.
The rattling of metal drew both their attention before anything further could be said. Shan Fung glanced up and held back a knowing smile as she caught a glimpse of Xandri Corelel making her way towards them. The girl dragged a rickety metal luggage cart, one of the ancient ones with wheels. A suitcase and a duffle bag were piled haphazardly on it, and two small cages, both placed with care.
Goodness, she looks even worse under the light of day. She was remarkably unremarkable in appearance to begin with, her skin pale, her features plain, her hair slinky and limp and a pale yellowish color with streaks of dusty brown. Being so thin made her cheekbones stick out in a way that didn't suit the oval shape of her face at all. Her old gray hoodie hung on her as if she was little more than a walking hanger, and dark circles under her eyes suggested a night with little or no sleep.
"Got to hand it you, Captain," Aki subvocalized through her translator-implant, the words passing through Shan Fung's private comm, "you've always had a knack for scraping misfits out of the gutter, but this one really beats all. You said you found her lurking in a gambling den?"
"Yes, and I recommend you don't gamble against her. She might not look like much, but I've seen her clean several people out over the last few days."
"Don't let her near Private Jensen, then. He has the poker face of an overeager puppy."
"Are you kidding? I just hope none of the crew tries to rope her into a game. They're soldiers, not gamblers."
"Not good gamblers," Aki corrected with a chuff.
Shan Fung couldn't argue that.
Xandri rattled her way up to them, in a fairly literal sense; not only was the cart rickety but, though she tried to hide it, Shan Fung could see the poor girl trembling. She came to a halt, staring down at her feet, toes scuffing nervously at the ground. Shan Fung was reminded, forcibly, of some of the worst cases of PTSD that she had seen in the soldiers serving under her. It was destroying Xandri from the inside, and would continue to do so unless they could help her.
"Welcome, Ms. Corelel," Shan Fung said. "I'm glad you decided to join us."
"Um...I'd rather just be called Xandri, if possible..." She glanced up-and her eyes widened as she caught sight of Mr. Spock. "Oh! That's an Ongkoarrat ship!"
"I've noticed," Aki put in wryly.
"Amazing! That spherical shape looks so unwieldy, but it's really not. The shape and the location of its thrusters mean it can change direction more easily than any other ship. It doesn't need to turn at all."
"I've noticed that, too."
The transformation in Xandri was startling. She went from wide-eyed and glowing to hunched in on herself, her expression dull and her cheeks red. Even with everything Shan Fung had read about autism, this didn't seem like normal behavior. It had all the hallmarks of abuse.
"I-I'm sorry," she murmured, staring at the ground.
"For what?" Aki wandered over, a slow trundle, though Shan Fung knew she could move much faster if she wanted, and nudged Xandri gently. "It is an amazing ship. Have you ever seen the inside of one before?"
Xandri shook her head, her gaze still low.
"Well, go in, have a look."
Now her head came up. "Can I? Really?"
"Go right ahead. Though we've got a bit of a journey ahead of us, so you might get sick of it quick."
"Not likely." She made a start towards the ship, then paused.
Shan Fung watched the girl bend over the cages, watched her check both birds carefully. Only once she was satisfied did she make her way to the ramp. She's a lot more expressive than I was expecting, Shan Fung mused, studying the barely concealed excitement in every line of Xandri's body. She practically skipped up the ramp and into Mr. Spock's interior.
As soon as she was out of hearing range, Aki swung around to stare at Shan Fung. "Who did that to her and how soon do we get to kill them?"
"So you see it too. I wondered if perhaps it was the differences in her. They're very clearly there, though they're not as different as I was expecting."
"Some things are universal," Aki said, giving her head a shake. "And she might be trying to hide it, but she's something of an open book."
Shan Fung pursed her lips. Now that was interesting. Her years in the military, especially as a staff sergeant and then a gunnery sergeant, had left her with an excellent skill for reading people. She could tell when even the most taciturn of her soldiers was feeling off. Xandri took some work to read; she would not classify the girl as an "open book." When she was happy or wary, yes, it showed, but Aki seemed to have a deeper knowledge of how to react to the girl's moods.
"Do me a favor, Aki," Shan Fung said. "Keep an eye on her. Be a friend to her. She'll need people around her who understand her."
Aki tilted her head and looked up at Shan Fung. "Is that my captain asking?"
"No. Your friend."
"All right, then. Suppose I can do that."
Shan Fung took in Aki's overly gruff tone and suppressed a smile. She knew Aki too well. You were going to do it anyway, weren't you, old friend?
Aki started trundling up the ramp. Shan Fung caught hold of the luggage cart and started pulling it along with her as she followed. The duffle bag bumped around noisily, but both cages were so firmly secured that they didn't move a centimeter. The two birds stirred briefly, then settled back down into a sleep that spoke of sedation. There were even small, cleverly designed harnesses in the cages that would secure the birds during sling. With Xandri, Shan Fung was beginning to realize, it was best to keep an eye to the small details.
They found her inside Mr. Spock, turning slow circles, her face alight with joy and wonder. But as soon as she realized they were there, the bright light of her excitement dimmed. She clasped her hands in front of her and stood still, as if trying to hide what she'd been doing-like she thought she would get in trouble for it. Now, why would she think that? Shan Fung wondered.
"Glad you like the ship," Aki said.
"It's wonderful," Xandri murmured. "I've flown one a few times in the sims, but they don't do the look of it any justice."
"Want to be a pilot, do you?"
"Yes." The word came out a whisper, a shadow of a whisper, and once again Shan Fung wondered.
"Well then," Shan Fung said, keeping her tone brisk, "technically we should wait until your filter-implant has finished constructing, but it will be done by the time we reach Carpathia. How about we prepare for takeoff?"
"Sounds good to me," Aki said.
Xandri nodded. Her hands toyed anxiously in the front pocket of her hoodie, but the rest of her posture spoke of relief: shoulders down in relaxation, back straight but not stiff, chin in a neutral position. Technically, if they got caught taking her off-planet without a fully constructed filter-implant, it could cause a bit of trouble. But the likelihood of being stopped and searched to that degree was vanishing, and Shan Fung could not, in good conscience, make this girl stay here any longer than she absolutely must.
I watched every second of takeoff. There were small round windows in Mr. Spock's spherical sides, and I sat by one, my nose practically pressed to the glass. As Mr. Spock's powerful thrusters engaged, pushing us away from the planet's surface, my heart sped up. My pulse pounded a drumbeat, a chant: freedom, freedom, freedom. I'd longed for the freedom of space most of my life, and now it was right before me.Up we went, powering through the atmosphere and then out again, out among the stars. I bit back a laugh. Wraith dwindled beneath us, quickly changing from planet to small, bluish ball, smothered in heavy, swirling clouds. Those clouds had earned it the name Wraith, for it seemed almost ghostly against the black backdrop of the universe. If it weren't for this solar system's bright, young sun, Wraith might well be unlivable."I hate getting off this planet," Aki grumbled. "All these damn grav-tracks.""It's the commerce and tourism," I said quietly. "Wraith h
"There's our Carpathia," Aki announced. She didn't have to tell me. If it wasn't for the fact that she'd ordered me to strap in, I'd have had my face against the front viewscreen like a kid plastered to the display window of a candy store. A Crystalliad-class troop cruiser. I'd never expected to see one up close, mainly because they were all decommissioned years ago. She was built along typical lines, in the almost arrowhead-like shape favored by the Sanavila. Opaline shimmered in an ever-shifting array of colors along the curves of her hull. She didn't have some of the dramatic flair seen in other ships-her tails were curved back and only slightly longer than her spindle-but then, she was a warship; she didn't need flair. "She's beautiful," I breathed. Captain Chui chuckled. "I'm glad you appreciate her. Some people think I'm space-fried, cruising around the galaxy in a ship this old." "We-ll...I might have upgraded her hull to opaline-d, mys
Music drifted out from R&D as the door slid open. I tilted my head to listen; the guitar had a sound unlike today's synths, so I thought it might be Ancient Earth music. R&D was a singular room split up into six stations, with the largest one taking up a fair bit of space against the right-hand wall. There was also all kinds of machinery I didn't recognize, aside from the 3D printer. Most of the work stations had two people at them, working in what seemed like relative harmony; a bit of chatter here, a little teasing there. Only the biggest work station was occupied by a single individual, and since it looked vaguely like the wreckage of a fire bombing, I figured the man there had to be Diver. He had his back to me, fiddling with something on the table and swaying his hips to the music-which, I noticed, came from a podcaster at his station. I approached quietly, fascinated by the way the light glinted bronze in his shaggy, fawn-colored curls. And by the fact
Argh, I'm gonna be late again! Which way...damn it! It was only my third day aboard the Carpathia and I'd already discovered-the hard, humiliating way-that I was in no shape to navigate the grav-tubes. So I went everywhere on foot and spent most of my time lost in the ship's gleaming corridors. So far I'd been late for every meeting with the Xeno-liaisons team. Sure, I could've asked Carpathia herself for directions, but I didn't want to bother her. Being a starship had to be time-consuming. "Lost again, Ms. Corelel?" I managed to clamp my teeth around my first impulsive response-are you stalking me or something?-and turned to face First Officer Magellan. Like most Kowari, Magellan towered over me, standing, I figured, around two meters twenty-five, give or take just a little. Sometimes humans referred to Kowari as Viking kangaroos, and I guess I could kinda see why, though I didn't approve of the term myself. Their bodies were somewhat kangaroo-like
Shan Fung sighed as the door slid open without her permission. She knew who it was, of course. She had scheduled his meeting for this hour and, as usual, he had arrived on the dot. I suppose if nothing else, he's never late. She briefly considered pulling her sidearm on him-as she would have with most of her soldiers, to remind them that her lenience had limits-but he was the one member of her crew who might just be dangerous enough to give her a run for her money."You rang, O' Captain, My Captain?" he said, putting on a mockery of oozing salesman charm as he stepped through the door.She pursed her lips; he was also one of the rare members of her crew who could test her composure. "Good afternoon, Mr. Diver."He fell into an at ease position-even the civvies on her ship learned basic military stances and how to salute properly-and grinned at her. She was not unaware that he was good-looking, or that he was a genius; but he was also a pain in the ass, and for t
I thought my next few weeks would be spent mostly on studying the Psittacans and little else. Boy, I'd rarely been more wrong in my life.Once Magellan reported my inability to use the grav-tubes to Captain Chui, any spare time I had disappeared. First the captain sent me to the ship's doctor, Alena Marsten. Dr. Marsten checked me over thoroughly; in the end, she agreed with Captain Chui's assessment that I needed three nutrient-bars a day, and added a multi-vitamin to the mix. She also recommended time with the ship's physical therapist to help me work on my strength.So while I did spend many hours working, I also spent an hour each morning, and one each afternoon, working with a retired Marine sergeant who'd taken up physical therapy later in life. Sarge-that was the only name she gave me to call her-stood shorter than me, and was easily twice my width, she was so heavily muscled. She spoke in a staccato bark and kind of scared the shit out of me at first. But despi
I stared out the small window in the side of the shuttle-uncomfortably named Fate Unknown-in utter fascination, just as I had during the takeoff on Mr. Spock. This time, however, it was a descent.Heat burned along the sides of the shuttle as it entered Psittaca's atmosphere. It licked up around us like a shell of flames, and corny though it might sound, in those moments I thought I knew what it felt like to be a newborn phoenix, peeking through the top layer of ashes to watch the last of the fire die away. A new life. My new life. The idea of rebirth, of leaving behind who and what I'd been, made my heart pound with fear and excitement both."Pretty stellar, eh?"I glanced at the seat next to me, where Diver sat. It was going to be just me and the Xeno-liaisons team going planetside first, but I'd asked Captain Chui for permission to take Diver with us. She'd raised her eyebrows at this apparently unusual request."Well," I'd said, banging my arms lightl
Sweat streamed from beneath my feather adorned hair, from both the excruciating heat, and the nerves churning up my stomach. We'd been walking twenty minutes, struggling along the path Diver's drone had found for us when they showed up. The branches were thick and tangled, making for a consistent-if bumpy-road. But there was plenty of foliage to push our way through, foliage that whipped against faces and bare limbs and made it difficult to see. The only reason we knew they were there was because they had purposefully let us catch glimpses of them."Is it me, or are they trying to herd us?" Marla asked over our private comm channel. "They're getting really close on our right.""They know this jungle far better than we do," I said. "Maybe they're trying to help.""Or lead us to our doom," Christa grumbled.I sighed."Much as I hate to agree with Lil' Miss Sunshine over here," Diver said, as he shoved a hank of vines out of his way, "that is a distin