She lost her connection to the drone, as Kittiwake disappeared over the horizon from the drone’s perspective, before she could end it herself. She gasped. It felt as if her limb had been cut off. She gulped and tried to concentrate again.
Yes, they could send the parts down. But Theodora feared that although the drone itself had more than sufficient AI for common repairs and had all the blueprints in its memory, it might overlook something else, something an AI would not notice and that might cause future trouble. She’d not be happy if they had to replace the processors again, like it happened once on Triton. She could control the drone from distance again, but there was no chance she could achieve that much precision and look everywhere through telemetry.
Well, they wanted to initiate manned exploration anyway. It would just have to be sooner than expected.
Dimitri watched Theodora’s descent. He knew that she performed similar procedures many times before—but that never prevented him from worrying.
The view distorted as Kittiwake started losing connection. In another thirty minutes or so, it would rise up the horizon again. But Dimitri had considered changing their orbit to stationary and decided to do so. They didn’t need to monitor so much of the surface anymore with the ship. He finally got two satellites to work and deployed them on an equatorial and a polar orbit. He could make them relay stations so that Kittiwake wouldn’t need to change its orbit, but he liked the possibility to communicate directly with Theodora, her landing module, her rover, and the drilling probe. Less things could go wrong. And after years spent so far from Earth, they knew that things often went wrong.
He gave the engine command for more thrust and checked on the planned stationary transfer orbit. Everything seemed fine for a while.
Until a red light flashed next to the screen and a warning presented itself.
Theodora was descending through the tunnel in the ice. It was dark except for the light from the LEDs on her suit and the reflectors from the top of the shaft. Her rope was winding down gradually. She could see the drilling device below now.
The light above seemed faint when she reached the probe. It took her only an hour to get it operational again. She smiled and let the winch pull her up again.
Just as she neared the surface, she heard a noise in the speakers of her suit. “Dimitri?” she spoke. “What is it?”
“Have to…come down…”
She barely understood him through the static.
“Dimitri!”
For a while, she heard nothing. Then the static returned—and after that, Dimitri’s distorted voice. “…have to land.” Cracking and humming. Theodora tried to amplify the sound frantically. “…send you the coordinates…hope it works out…”
A file found its way through the transmission. It was a technical report generated by Kittiwake. Theodora opened it and glimpsed through it quickly.
“Oh no,” she whispered.
Dimitri was doing his best to lead the remains of the ship on a trajectory ending with something that would approximate a landing more than a crash.
It was less than twenty minutes from the moment he accelerated Kittiwake to reach the transfer orbit but it seemed like an eternity. During that time, a warning indicated that the main turbine in the ship’s power station was not working properly. He ran a more detailed scan and a moment later, everything was flashing with error reports.
The turbine in the power cycle broke down. It was tested for signs of wearing down regularly, but a hairline crack might have been overlooked in the control. The ship was moving with inertia most of the journey, the crack could have expanded during the deceleration phase and ruptured now, when the engine was working a little more again.
Things could go wrong. And they went wrong. Worse even, one of the blades pierced the coating of the reactor and the heated helium-xenon gas started leaking rapidly. The damage was too much for the automated repair systems. It was still leaking into the space between the coatings.
And the reactor itself was overheating quickly. Once the turbine stopped working, the gas still trapped in the cycle kept getting more and more heat from the MITEE—but couldn’t continue through the cycle and cool down.
It was not critical yet, but would be in another couple of minutes. Dimitri sent all the repair drones to help the built-in repair and emergency systems but could see that it was not enough. He had also shut down the MITEE and all the rods were now safely turned to stop the reaction. It still wasn’t enough. The overheating continued and could lead to an explosion. It could happen in a few minutes if not cooled down quickly.
It was just the way life went. Nothing serious happened in years and suddenly he’s got minutes.
He knew there was only one thing to do. So he gave a command for the valves in the outer reactor coating to open. Then all the gas would leak outside. The ship would be useless without it, but it was the better one of two bad scenarios.
So far, only a minute had elapsed from the breakdown.
In the next few seconds, things went from bad to worse.
“Shit,” exhaled Dimitri as he felt how the Kittiwake started spinning. One of the valves must have been stuck, so that the gas started leaking outside in just one direction and it quickly sent the ship into rotation.
Dimitri tried to compensate it with thrusters on both RCSs, but then Kittiwake shook hideously and then many of the screens went down. He realized what happened.
The rotation was too much. The ship was never constructed for this. There was too much tension in the wrong direction… She tore apart.
Still coping with the rotation, he checked the systems. He was right. The engine section was gone. He was lucky that the habitation section was still operating almost normally. There was his chance.
This section’s reaction control system was apparently still working. The RCS’s thrusters were small, but it was all he had.
He tested them with a short blast. Actually working; good. He used them to provide a little more distance from the other remains of the ship and then reviewed his situation calmer. He had to land if he wanted to live; and he needed to do it quickly, otherwise he’d drift into space with no means of correcting his trajectory.
He smiled rather sadly.
About twenty minutes after the turbine breakdown, Dimitri was now leading the rest of the ship down on Sedna and praying he could actually land instead of crashing.
“Dora?” he called. He hoped she’d pick up the transmission. “Dora, can you hear me? The reactor had a breakdown and the ship tore apart! I’m left with our section’s remains. I have to come down…”
Theodora was driving her rover frantically to the landing site. She could not contact Dimitri, but that didn’t mean anything; the antenna could have been damaged, while most of the ship could be perfectly fine. It’s all right. He is fine.
She wished she could go faster, but as on most ice-rocky bodies, Sedna’s surface could be treacherous. It had far less cracks or ridges than Europa or Ganymede and was actually very smooth compared to them, but it was still an alien landscape, not resembling anything on Earth at all. Himalaya’s glaciers were children’s toys compared to Sedna. The perspective was wrong, the measures were wrong, the shadows were wrong; it wasn’t a land fit for human eyes and spatial recognition.
Finally, she approached the site. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the habitation section in the lights of the rover. It seemed almost intact.
She ran to the nearest reachable airlock. It was still functioning; she could get inside.
It didn’t look as if the ship had been through a bad accident. The corridor looked nearly normal. Everything was strapped or permanently fixed anyway, so a sight of total chaos wasn’t to be expected. However, most of the systems were disabled, as she found out by logging into the network.
The door of the control room opened in front of her, a little damaged, but working.
“Dimitri!”
He found time to get in an emergency suit and was saf
ely strapped in his chair. Good. Theodora leaned over him. He looked unconscious. She logged in to his suit and read the data quickly.
Time of death… Suit’s healthcare mechanisms could not help…
“Oh, Dimitri,” she croaked. Her throat was dry and she felt tears coming to her eyes. She forced them down. No time for this. Not now. She must do what he’d do in her place.
She moved his body in the suit to the cryosleep chamber. Once she managed it there, she ran a similar procedure as they had gone through many times before. Only this time it was slightly different, designed to keep a dead brain as little damaged as possible, in a state usable for later scanning of the neural network. Theodora knew that her Dimitri was gone; but they could use this data, complete it by every tiny bit of information available about his life, and create a virtual personality approximating Dimitri. He wouldn’t be gone so…completely.
After that, she checked on the ship’s systems again. No change whatsoever. Nothing needed her immediate attention now, at least for a short while.
She leaned on a wall and finally let the tears come.
This is a part of an older log, but I don’t want to repeat all that happened to me… I must go to sleep soon.
Kittiwake is dead now, as is Dimitri. I could do nothing in either case. I’ve got only one option, a quite desperate one. I have to equip my landing module in a way that it could carry me home. We went through this possibility in several emergency scenarios; I know what to do and that I can do it.
Of course, I’ll have to spend the journey awake. The module hasn’t got any cryosleep chamber and the one from the ship cannot be moved. But if the recycling systems work well, I can do it. I’ve got enough rations for about five years if I save the food a little. It doesn’t get me anywhere near Earth, but I looked through the possible trajectories into the inner solar system and it could get me near Saturn if I leave here in three weeks, before this window closes. If I don’t make it in this time, I’m as well as dead. But let’s suppose I make it, I must… During the journey, I can contact Earth and another ship, even if only an automatic one with more supplies and equipment, could meet me on the way. I’ll get home eventually.
If I succeed in rebuilding the landing module for an interplanetary journey. No one actually expected this to happen, but here I am. I must try.
The next few days were busy. Theodora kept salvaging things from Kittiwake and carefully enhancing the module’s systems. In most cases, enhancement was all she needed. Then she had to get rid of some parts needed only for the purposes of landing and surface operations—and finally attach the emergency fuel tanks and generate the fuel.
The module had a classical internal combustion engine. High thrust, but despairingly high need of fuel.
Fortunately, she was surrounded by methane and water ice—and purified liquid methane and oxygen were just the two things she needed. Once she got the separation and purification cycle running, the tanks were slowly being refilled. At least this was working as it should.
She’d very much like to let Earth know about the accident, but she couldn’t. Most of the relay stations were behind the sun from her perspective now and the rest were unreachable by a weak antenna on the module; the one on the ship was too badly damaged. The Earth would know nothing about this until she was on her way back.
The plan seemed more and more feasible each day. She clung to it like to what it really was—her only chance of surviving.
When a message that the drilling probe had reached its target depth and stopped drilling appeared on the screen of her helmet, Theodora was confused for a couple of seconds before she realized what it was about. It seemed like a whole different world—mapping the surface from above, sending probes… In the last three days, she had little sleep and focused on her works on the module only. She had completely forgotten about the probe.
Well, after she checks the fuel generators again, she should have some time to look at it, she was well ahead of the schedule. After all, true explorers didn’t abandon their aims even in times of great distress.
I’m glad I decided to have a look at it. Otherwise I’d die desperate and hopeless. Now, I’m strangely calm. It’s just what a discovery like this does with you. It makes you feel small. The amazement and awe…
Theodora couldn’t believe the results until she personally got down the shaft into a small space the probe had made around a part of the thing.
She stood in the small ice cave, looking at it full of wonder. She dared not touch it yet.
The surface was dark and smooth. Just about two square meters of it were uncovered; the rest was still surrounded by ice. According to the measurements, the thing was at least five hundred meters long and had a conic shape. There was no doubt that she discovered…a ship.
You cannot possibly imagine the feeling until you’re right there. And I wasn’t even expecting it. It was… I cannot really describe it. Unearthly. Wonderful. Amazing. Terrifying. All that and much more, mixed together.
I gave the alien ship every single moment I could spare. My module needed less and less tending to and I had almost two weeks until the flight window would close.
I named her Peregrine. It seemed appropriate to me. This wasn’t a small interplanetary ship like Kittiwake; this bird could fly a lot faster. But still…she seemed too small to be an interstellar vessel, even if this was only a habitation section and the engines were gone.
It was probably the greatest discovery in all of human history yet. Just too bad I didn’t have a chance to tell anyone. I really hope someone’s listening.
Theodora directed all the resources she didn’t vitally need for her module to Peregrine. Only a day after her initial discovery, the probes picked up another strange shape buried in the ice not far from the ship.
When they also reached it, Theodora was struck with wonder. It was clearly an engine section!
While she worked on her module, she kept receiving new data about it and everything suggested that Peregrine used some kind of fusion drive; at this first glance not far more advanced than human engine systems. It seemed to her even more intriguing than if she had found something completely unknown.
I was eventually able to run a radiometric dating of the ice surrounding the ship. The results suggest that she landed here some two-hundred and fifty million years ago. The ice preserved it well. But I must wonder…what were they doing here? Why have they come to our solar system—and why just this once? Although I don’t understand a lot of what I see, the ship doesn’t seem that much sophisticated to me. Maybe it’s even something we could manage to make. But why use something like this for interstellar travel? With too little velocity, they’d never make it here in fewer than hundreds of years even if they came from the Alpha Centauri system!
Unless…the distance was smaller. We still don’t know the history of the solar system in much detail. It’s supposed that Sedna’s orbit was disturbed by the passing of another star from an open cluster, where the Sun probably originated, about eight hundred astronomical units away not long after the formation of our system.
But what if an event like this occurred more times? Could it possibly have also been a quarter of a billion years ago? Just about any star on an adequate trajectory could have interfered with the solar system. In some million and half years, Gliese 710 should pass through the Oort cloud. We wouldn’t have much evidence if an event like this happened in a distant past—only some perturbed orbits and more comet and asteroid bombardment of the planets later.
Hundreds AU is still a great distance, but surely not impossible. Hell, I’m almost one hundred AU from the sun now, although I haven’t traveled the whole distance at one time. If we used a gravity assist from the sun, we could overcome even the distance of a thousand AU within a decade only! They could have done it, too, maybe hoping to reach the inner part of the system, but something had prevented them. And possibly the very first object they encountered, quite near their own star at the time, was a frozen dwar
f planet from about a hundred to almost a thousand AU far from the sun, sent on its eccentric orbit by an earlier passing star and now disturbed again. They must have been lucky that Sedna wasn’t captured by their star at the time. Or could it have been that theirs was the original star that deviated Sedna’s orbit that much? Anyway, they’d have had to cross hundreds AU, but that’s doable. If we had a sufficient motivation, we could manage a lot more.
Let’s assume for a moment that my crazy hypothesis is right…
Then, I wonder what kind of motivation they had.
It happened three days before her planned departure.
She was at the surface at the time, which might have saved her life—or rather prolonged it.
The quakes came without any warning. She was getting a little sleep in her rover when it woke her up. Four, maybe five points on the Richter scale, Theodora guessed. Her throat was suddenly very, very dry.
The fuel generators…
After the quake stopped, she went to check on them. Overcoming the little distance between her and them seemed to take an eternity; new cracks formed in the ice.
When she saw them, Theodora knew she ought to feel anger, panic, or desperation. But she just felt impossibly tired.
Two of the tanks were completely destroyed and the generators were damaged. She performed a more detailed control anyway but the result did not surprise her.
They couldn’t be repaired; not in time. Maybe in months…but she’d be too late in less than a week.
She sat back in the rover, exhausted but suddenly very, very calm. What was a threat a while ago was a certainty now. She wasn’t going to make it and she knew it.
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