Galactic Battle

by Zac Harrison

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  CHAPTER 1

  John Riley’s shared dorm was like a plush hotel room, with luxurious sofas and huge enclosed beds. And the floor-to-ceiling window had a view that no hotel on Earth could have matched. But as John gazed out at black outer space twinkling with stars, he couldn’t help wishing instead for a view of trees and grass. He longed to see a clear blue sky with fluffy white clouds. It had been several weeks since he’d left Earth, and he was feeling a bit homesick for his world. John let out a deep sigh.

  “What’s wrong, John?” his roommate Kaal asked.

  “Oh, nothing,” John replied, forcing a smile. “Just missing home, I guess.”

  “I know exactly how you feel,” Kaal said sympathetically. “I can’t wait to see my folks at the Space Specta—” Kaal cut himself off, before continuing awkwardly. “Sorry, John. I keep forgetting that your parents can’t come.”

  A gloomy silence descended over their room. But it was soon broken by the sound of an incoming video call. Suddenly, three demonic, green-skinned figures filled one of the two video screens on the desk. They leaned in close, their wings rustling behind them, and grinned, revealing white, sharklike teeth.

  Kaal, who looked exactly like the aliens on the screen, grinned back at them and waved happily. “Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad! It’s so good to see you! How’s little Varka? Hi, Kulvi. Hey, you had your teeth sharpened! Nice!”

  “You’re looking good, son,” rumbled the largest alien, who John guessed was Kaal’s father. “Varka is sleeping, thank goodness. She finally had her first skin-shedding — Ah, I didn’t realize your roommate was there, too! Hello, John.”

  John, who was sprawled on one of the sofas, looked up from his holocomic. “Wide skies, Mr. Tartaru,” he said, giving the traditional Derrilian greeting Kaal had taught him. Even though Kaal and his family were speaking their native language, John could understand every word they were saying, thanks to Hyperspace High’s computer system, which translated everything into the language of each individual listener.

  “And good flight to you, too, young man!” Kaal’s father responded, clearly impressed.

  “What excellent manners your friend has,” said Kaal’s mother.

  “Wonder where he learned them?” Kulvi said, with warmth and wickedness in her voice. “Surely not from my little brother Kaal. You want to watch out for him, John; he’s a twerp. Hey, Kaal. Remember when you put the scutterliches in my bed?”

  “They needed somewhere warm to hatch or they’d have died!” Kaal protested.

  John tried not to laugh. He’d heard Kaal’s side of this story a hundred times.

  “Now, Kaal,” his mother said, “this chitchat is very pleasant, but we must discuss our visit to Hyperspace High. It’s in three days.”

  “I know,” Kaal said, fidgeting with excitement. “I can’t wait!”

  “We’re looking forward to it, too, dear one. But there are arrangements to make! Did you reserve a docking space for the family starhopper?” Kaal’s mother asked. “We won’t be the only family coming to visit! And where are we going to sit during the Space Spectacular? You can’t leave these things to the last minute, you know.”

  John grinned and retreated behind his holocomic, leaving Kaal to chat excitedly to his family.

  It was funny how moms and dads were much the same all over the galaxy, if Kaal’s were anything to go by. His own mother would have been just as fussy about the arrangements.

  John idly wondered what his mom and dad would think of Kaal’s family. They’d probably run screaming . . . like John almost had the first day he’d met Kaal.

  “Hey, do you know if the Tarz family is coming?” Kulvi said. “I haven’t seen Brannicus Tarz in years! He’s a bigwig on the Galactic Council now.”

  “Of course they are!” Kaal said. “This is the Space Spectacular we’re talking about. Everyone’s family is coming!” Then he stopped in his tracks. “Um. Almost everyone’s, I mean. Not all the families can make it, of course.”

  “Of course,” his father echoed. There was another awkward silence.

  John winced. Neither Kaal nor his family had looked in John’s direction, but he knew they were talking about him. He was the only student on Hyperspace High whose parents would never — could never — visit the school.

  It wasn’t just the distance. Unlike all the other parents, John’s mom and dad didn’t even know he was here at Hyperspace High. They thought he was at a boarding school back on Earth.

  All those weeks ago, John had accidentally climbed aboard a space shuttle that he’d thought was the bus taking him to his new boarding school. Instead, he was taken far away into the galaxy, to the best space school in the universe: Hyperspace High.

  John, the first Earthling to ever board the school, had almost been expelled seconds after arriving — here, that meant being thrown out of an airlock! It was only thanks to the intervention of Lorem, the school’s headmaster, that John had been allowed to stay on as a student.

  So far, John had managed to keep his parents thinking that he was at the Earth boarding school. There had been a few narrow escapes, though, like the time he’d had to pretend an alien in his room was a science project. That had been a close call . . .

  “Do you two even know what you’re doing for the Spectacular?” Kulvi asked.

  “We haven’t even been assigned to our groups yet,” Kaal said. “That’s happening at twelve sharp today, in the Center. I might get Galactic Battle, Plasma Sculpting, Zero-G Acrobatics — even Star Dance! Can you imagine me dancing?”

  “I was a Star Dancer in my final year, remember?” Kulvi said, laughing. “I’ll never forget it. We were like a herd of gograflomps in rehearsal! Nearly destroyed the stage!”

  “Great,” Kaal said. “That’s encouraging.”

  “Hey, if we could pull it off, you can. It all came together in the end, thank goodness. We rocked that Spectacular.”

  “I’m sure Kaal will make us proud, whatever activity he’s assigned to,” Kaal’s dad said.

  “I’ll do my best, Father,” Kaal said gravely, as if his life depended on it.

  John rolled his eyes behind his comic. His huge Derrilian friend was fun to be around, but he could be very serious sometimes, especially where his family was concerned. Although John knew he’d be just as eager to impress his own parents if they were coming.

  John wondered what activity he’d be assigned to. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure what a Space Spectacular was. A sort of cross between a school-wide open house and a talent show, he guessed, where all the students showed off the skills they’d learned, while the families looked on. By the sound of it, it was a pretty big deal. Families would soon be arriving at Hyperspace High from worlds many light-years away.

  Not from Earth, though.

  John sighed, put down the comic, and squeezed his eyes shut to keep himself from crying. It was hard to pretend that everything was okay while listening to Kaal and his family make plans.

  Kaal was still talking excitedly. “. . . and when the Spectacular’s finished, can we go out for a meal at Ska’s Café? They do the best Vortex lumpgriddles anywhere . . .”

  John thought back to the last time he’d taken part in a show in front of parents. He’d
been the lead in the school production of Oliver, and he’d sung his heart out. His mom had been so happy, she’d cried. “I’d do anything for youuuu,” he’d sung to her in the car on the way home, over and over, until she was laughing.

  What was that cold, empty, sucking feeling behind his ribs, like a black hole draining away his good mood? Oh, yeah. Homesickness. Just being away from home was one thing, but being millions and millions of miles away was something else.

  Why wasn’t there some way for his parents to come, too? It wasn’t fair. This enormous space-faring school could travel faster than light, but even if the ship made a detour to visit Earth, he still couldn’t bring them on board. Humans hadn’t yet made official contact with other galactic beings yet, and that was how it had to stay for now. Rules were rules, and John was very lucky to be the exception.

  The dorm door opened, and in bounced Emmie Tarz, John’s golden-skinned, pointy-eared, Sillaran friend. “Morning, boys! Have I got some news for — Oh, hi, Mr. and Mrs. Tartaru! Hi, Kulvi! Sorry, I didn’t know Kaal was on the vidphone!”

  “Hi, Emmie,” John said, trying to sound happier than he felt.

  Emmie wasn’t fooled for a second. In a series of graceful leaps, she crossed the room to the sofa where John lay, her silver hair trailing behind her. “Just the human being I wanted to see. Come on, mister. You’re going for a ride.”

  Before John could protest, she had grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the dorm. “See you later, Kaal! Bye, everyone!”

  “What’s this about a ride?” John blustered, as Emmie led him down the corridor.

  “Thought it might cheer you up,” Emmie said, grinning.

  “I didn’t say anything about being miserable!”

  “No. You didn’t have to, did you?”

  John had to smile. Some things he just couldn’t hide — not from Emmie. “So what are we riding?”

  “Ah! Well, Sergeant Jegger asked me if I wanted to do a special assignment for extra credit.”

  “You agreed to do extra schoolwork?” John was surprised by this, as Emmie struggled with most academic subjects.

  “I know, right? But this is Space Flight we’re talking about. The best class of all, by light-years.”

  “So what’s the assignment?”

  Emmie grabbed John’s shoulders, her blue eyes huge, and spoke slowly. “He wants me to . . . wait for it . . . test drive a new model t-dart!”

  “Wow!” said John. The current t-darts were already awesome. He couldn’t imagine what a new one would be like!

  “Jegger’s thinking of upgrading all the school’s t-darts to the new models,” Emmie went on. “But he wants to make sure they’re still okay to learn in. So he’s asked me to take one out for a spin and see what I think.”

  “Because you’re one of the best pilots this school’s got,” John said.

  “Oh, hush,” Emmie said, though she was smiling. “I just love flying, that’s all. Here we are. Hangar eighty-seven. Feast your eyes on this!”

  The brand new training dart stood in the hangar, bathed in a single spotlight. Like the older models, it was a sleek, sharp-nosed ship with short, swept-back wings at the rear and a transparent bubble cockpit. But every inch of its metallic surface gleamed like silver — even the chrome-like rims of the blast turbines were sparkling clean, not sooty from exhaust fumes like every other t-dart he’d seen.

  Emmie pressed her key card to the side of the craft and the bubble cockpit silently slid open. Inside were two seats, plush and billowy, and each with an identical set of controls.

  “Should we suit up?” John asked.

  “The manual says we don’t need to,” Emmie said. “Helmets only. I wonder what that’s about?”

  “Nice seats!” John said, stroking the soft fabric. A tiny light came on in the console as he did so, and a voice purred, “Human and Sillaran life forms detected. Adjusting settings for maximum comfort.”

  “Wow,” breathed Emmie. “Train in this ship? I could live in it!”

  “Check this out!” John said, settling himself in his seat as the bubble closed above them. “Onboard drinks dispenser, snack bar, holovid player . . . talk about luxury options!”

  As their safety harnesses automatically fastened around them, John and Emmie pulled on their helmets. Instantly the ship’s soft voice whispered, “Activating SecondSkin spacesuit nano-weave.”

  A tickling sensation spread over John’s body. He looked down and, to his amazement, saw a silvery layer of fabric spreading out over his chest, arms, and legs. He’d worn a SecondSkin before — they clung to you like a second skin, hence the name — but this one was being woven around him as he sat there!

  “Nano-weave microbots!” Emmie said, holding up her hand and watching the fabric glide over it like a liquid-metal glove. “Microscopic machines that can create a spacesuit around you. Now that’s tailoring!”

  “You’ll never have to worry about forgetting your spacesuit again!” John laughed.

  “Okay,” said Emmie. She sounded businesslike now that the suits were complete. “Let’s see how she handles in flight. Ready to go?”

  “Are you kidding? Fire her up!”

  Emmie ran a preflight check, powered up the main turbine, and ignited the engines. John’s stomach was a tight knot of excitement as the takeoff sequence counted down and the hangar doors slid open.

  The view always took John’s breath away, no matter how many times he saw it — stars shining bright as diamonds in the infinite darkness of space. It was amazing enough to see space through the ship’s countless windows, but flying out among those stars in a tiny craft like this was just incredible. It made him feel very small and full of wonder.

  “Easy does it,” Emmie muttered, carefully steering the little ship up and out of the hangar. “When we’re a safe distance away from Hyperspace High, I’ll put the pedal to the metal. See what she can do.”

  That was Emmie all over, John thought. She loved the thrills, but she’d never put anyone at risk. No wonder she was the favorite student of Sergeant Jegger, the three-legged Space Flight instructor.

  “Okay. This is a smooth ship,” Emmie said, banking them around so that they were flying alongside Hyperspace High. “The intertial compensation works like a dream.”

  “What the heck’s that?” John laughed. “And since when did you get technical?”

  She stuck out her tongue. “It’s a new flight feature. The ship makes tiny corrections so you don’t oversteer.” She pursed her lips. “But maybe that’s making things too easy. People won’t learn if the ship does the job for them.”

  John stared through the bubble at Hyperspace High beside them, looking a bit like an enormous cruise ship. Through thousands of windows and transparent panels, he could see students and teachers walking the halls, sitting in classes, or enjoying a snack. Down in the lower levels, huge robots and machines were working hard.

  They flew further and further, and still the huge ship lay beside them. It’s amazing how big Hyperspace High really is, John thought. I’ve been here for almost a semester now, and I sort of know my way around, but there are so many places I haven’t been. Places still to explore . . .

  “That’s far enough,” Emmie said, once they had finally put the ship behind them. “Time to try some fancy stuff. Hold on tight!”

  Emmie put the little t-dart through its paces, throwing it into barrel rolls, swift zigzag turns, and finishing with a starfire flip — spinning the dart back to face the other way and using the main thrusters as a brake. It was like riding the best roller coaster in the universe.

  Emmie finally slowed the t-dart back down to a steady cruise. “I think this model gets the Emmie Tarz seal of approval,” she said, patting the console affectionately. “Want to take the controls?”

  “You bet!” John said.

  Emmie switched the input to John’
s set of controls. She selected an iced Brucko juice from the drinks dispenser and plugged it into her helmet, then lay back in the sumptuous seat watching the stars go by and sipping through the helmet straw.

  John fired up the hyperdrive, sending the little t-dart thundering through the gulfs of space. He felt weightless, joyful, and free, with all the promise of deep space open before him. He could skim the surface of a gas giant or watch a supernova engulf the skies. John grinned to himself. There might be some drawbacks to studying here at Hyperspace High, he thought, like not being able to tell Mom and Dad where I really am . . . but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. At a boarding school on Earth, I would never get to fly through space with a cool girl from a different planet!

  He glanced over at Emmie. Just when he’d been feeling miserable and homesick, she’d turned up and taken his mind right off it. I’m lucky to have her as a friend, he thought. There aren’t that many people who can tell when you’re bottling sadness up inside you — and then do something about it.

  From their studies of Galactic Geography, John knew there was an abandoned planet nearby that looked a bit like Earth. John flew the t-dart over the ruins of an alien city that glittered in the pale light from the sun, then out over a frozen sea.

  “Cool!” Emmie said with a whistle. “We’d better take her home now, though, or we’ll be late.”

  “I just want to get a better look — it reminds me a little of home,” said John, flying closer to the shining world. He steered the t-dart on a quick game of thread-the-needle with a derelict ring-shaped space station, flying the craft dead center through the hole in the middle without even needing to use the computer to assist. Emmie was right — the ship did handle like a dream.

  “Let’s get going, John,” Emmie said, a little nervously. “We don’t want to be late.”

  Another short blast on the hyperdrive brought them back alongside Hyperspace High in no time. John brought the t-dart around in a sweeping arc, past the colossal bridge section at the front of the massive vessel and back toward the hangar. Soon after, they gently touched down inside it.

  Emmie pulled off her helmet and shook her hair free. “Phew. We must have been out there for hours!”