One thing he did know was that this technology was far beyond anything that existed in the known galaxy.
“It’s time to get some answers,” he muttered to himself as he hobbled back to his hospital bed and pressed the call button.
He only had to wait a few minutes before two men walked into his room.
“Lieutenant Jones, good to see you walking around,” a man wearing an IMF uniform said.
A doctor, the one who had visited Cyrus when he first woke, stepped in front. “There will be plenty of time for military questions later,” he said. “Our first concern needs to be taking care of Mr. Jones’ medical needs.”
The doctor was clearly not intimidated by the IMF officer. That was a rarity nowadays. Cyrus was impressed. “Thanks for your concern, doctor,” he said. “I am actually feeling fine and all I really need right now is some answers.”
Cyrus turned toward the window and looked outside for a minute to compose himself. When he turned back, he was resolute, determined to learn the truth—even if the truth was hard to hear.
“How did this happen?” Cyrus asked, gesturing at his robotic arm and skull. “And why?”
“We don’t know,” the doctor said plainly.
“We were actually hoping you could tell us,” the IMF officer added.
“What do you mean?”
“You wandered into the Emergency Room at New York General, barely conscious, badly injured,” the doctor said. “Your internal organs were hemorrhaging and you had lost a lot of blood. They did their best to stabilize you then called us.”
“And you gave me the arm and put this thing in my head?”
“No. You already had the robotic arm and brain implants.”
“But how?” Cyrus asked, confused.
“We don’t know,” the doctor told him. “It’s beyond any technology we have ever seen.”
“You had this on you,” the IMF officer said, holding out a small disk. “We have been trying to decode it, but there is nothing like it in any of our databases.”
Cyrus took the disk, flipping it over in his hands. One side was smooth like glass, the other was covered in symbols that he had never seen before. As he studied the symbols, Cyrus suddenly blacked out.
Images flashed in his mind. Hundreds…thousands of images. He couldn’t decipher any of them individually, but somehow understood them. He glimpsed images of himself, injured, dying. He glimpsed himself on a table being operated on robotically. And he glimpsed things he knew he had never seen before—or done—and knew he was now capable of incredible things. All in the time it took to fall to the floor.
When Cyrus opened his eyes, the doctor and IMF officer were standing over him. They both looked concerned, but he suspected it was for different reasons.
“What happened?” they both asked in unison.
“I don’t know,” Cyrus said. “I saw myself…injured…being operated on…and…I don’t know, it’s already fading.”
Cyrus glanced at the disk that was still in his hand, afraid it would trigger another episode yet also longing for more information. The surface of the disk was burned black. All traces of the symbols that triggered the event obliterated.
“I guess that’s all I will ever know,” he said showing them the now-charred surface.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get to the bottom of this,” the IMF officer assured him.
Cyrus knew the IMF officer was telling the truth. And he was pretty sure it wasn’t going to be for his benefit.
The doctor helped him to his feet and back to the bed. “You get some rest now,” he said. “There will be plenty of time for more questions later.”
The doctor half pushed the IMF officer out of the room. As he left, the officer glanced back with a look that sent shivers down Cyrus’s spine, confirming he had done the right thing by withholding information.
In the moment before Cyrus had opened his eyes after blacking out, he had sensed an unmistakable message. A message he would never share with anyone; one that would likely haunt him for the rest of his life.
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Space is so boring!
This was certainly not what Violet had expected space travel to be like. She had dreamed of this since the first time she looked up at the stars in the sky, but none of those dreams had included endless days of nothingness. The only excitement she had experienced during the first days of the journey was when an occasional piece of space debris penetrated the warp field forcing the pilot to take evasive action. Even those potentially deadly encounters were brushed aside, as if they were no more bothersome than a fly buzzing around the room, by the Krim Sprinter's legendary pilot, Cyrus Jones, who was as much machine as man.
The captain had assured her that the Krim Sprinter was the fastest ship in the fleet, which made it the fastest ship in the known universe, when he reluctantly brought her on board the week before. The problem with space travel was the incomprehensible distances between planets. Even at three hundred times the speed of light, the travel time to Proxima was listed as seven days. The captain had assured her that they would be there in five. When she asked what they would do on the Proxima outpost for two days while they waited for the rest of the crew to arrive, Captain Mitch Cooper had just smiled and walked away.
After four days of watching countless specks of light stream past in a blur, Violet wished her childhood dream had involved something less monotonous...like being an accountant. She was wondering if it was possible to actually die of boredom when the ship violently lurched, throwing her from her chair. She froze in the air momentarily as the warp drive was forcibly shut down, dropping the ship back into real time, before being slammed into the navigation console. Everything went black.
When she came to, the ship’s bridge was in total chaos. Warning sirens were going off. Red lights were flashing. Captain Cooper was rushing from station to station, assessing damage and muttering to himself. She had a pretty good idea of what he was saying.
"What the hell just happened, Cyrus?"
"We were hit by a photon torpedo, Captain," he answered calmly as he stared at the seemingly empty space in front of the ship.
"That's impossible!"
"Yet here we are."
Captain Cooper looked ready to explode. Instead, he took a calming breath as he ran both hands through his grey hair. "Did you drop us out of warp before we tore the ship apart?"
"Of course," Cyrus replied without taking his eyes off the still empty space in front of the ship. "Belzaire's not gonna be happy, though. There's no telling how much of the warp system we tore up shutting it down that quickly."
Violet had pulled herself to her feet and was using the navigation console to steady herself. "So what just happened?"
"Somehow, we were hit by a photon torpedo while traveling at warp three," the captain muttered.
"How is that possible?"
"It's not."
The captain raised his hand to head off further questions. "We'll talk later. Can you find your way to engineering?"
"I think so."
"Get down there and help Belzaire. There's bound to be damage of some sort."
She was leaving the bridge when Cyrus quietly said, "There's something out there, Captain."
"Where?"
"Right in front of us."
"What is it?"
"I don't know," Cyrus answered. "I can't see it."
"If you can't see anything, how the hell do kn
ow something's there?"
Cyrus just shrugged.
The captain pointed at Violet. "Get to engineering. Tell Belzaire to get that warp drive back online."
"I'll do what I can."
The last thing Violet heard as she headed to engineering with a renewed sense of urgency was Captain Cooper telling Cyrus to put everything they had into the shields. All their lives might depend on it.
* * *
As Violet rushed into the warp room, she was confronted with a scene straight out of her nightmares. Glowing green warp fluid squirted everywhere. Steam leaks sprouted like geysers. Blinking red and yellow beacons were the only discernible source of light. When a huge man with deep red skin and jet black hair rounded the corner screaming curses, she thought, just for a moment, that she had been transported to Hell and was facing the devil himself.
"What are you doing here?" the large, angry man growled through gritted teeth.
"I...I...I'm here to help," she managed. "Captain said to help you get the warp system back online."
"Oh," he said with a sudden smile. "Glad to have you. I'm Belzaire. Come with me. We've got a lot of work to do."
Belzaire turned and walked straight into the chaos, not even bothering to avoid the steam blasts or leaking warp fluid. Violet followed tentatively, doing her best to avoid both. When she caught up to him, he was in the process of sliding a very heavy looking cabinet to the side, revealing a trapdoor in the floor.
"What's in there?"
"Warp fluid," he replied nonchalantly.
Before Violet could ask why the warp fluid was stored behind a hidden trapdoor, Belzaire pulled the door open to reveal a deep chamber with hundreds of clear cylinders full of glowing green fluid. There was easily ten times the legal limit of warp fluid in there.
Belzaire answered her unasked question with a mischievous smile and started pulling out cylinders. "We lost almost two hundred liters before I got the system shut down," he said. "I'll fix the leaks while you refill the system."
"Two hundred liters is more than a ship this size needs for the entire system," Violet sputtered, finally coming to terms with what she was seeing. "Not to mention twice the legal limit of reserves allowed on a ship like this."
"I've made some modifications," was all he said while he continued to pull out more cylinders of the precious liquid.
When he had retrieved twenty-five cylinders, Belzaire stood up and looked at Violet, who was staring at him with wide eyes, trying to comprehend what was going on. "Now, look," he said firmly. "If the captain sent you down here to help, something is seriously wrong. We need to get this ship back up and running. You deserve an explanation, but now is not the time."
Sensing the gravity of the situation, if not the cause, Violet nodded slowly. "What do you need me to do?"
Belzaire smiled reassuringly and pointed across the warp room to the half-empty tank of warp fluid. "We need to refill the reservoir. Can you do that while I fix the leaks?"
"I think so."
"Good. Just put a cylinder on the fill pad and hit the green button."
Those were the only instructions he gave before turning away and heading to a pipe leaking warp fluid on the far wall. Violet looked around the room briefly, wondering what she had gotten herself into, then started transporting the cylinders to the reservoir.
It took far longer than she had anticipated because she was constantly stepping over debris and around puddles of warp fluid, which she learned the hard way were very slippery. By the time the last cylinder had been sucked into the tank, Belzaire had finished repairing the leaks and was gathering the empty cylinders and putting them back in the hidden compartment. When she attempted to ask about them, Belzaire simply said, "Later," and closed the trap door and slid the cabinet back into place.
With the compartment of warp fluid again hidden, Belzaire turned to Violet and smiled warmly. "Thank you for your help," he said. "You should head back to the bridge. If something goes wrong, that's the best place to be."
She wanted so say something, ask questions, or try to figure out what exactly was going on. Instead, Violet simply said, "Okay," and headed out of the warp room, back to the bridge.
As soon as she turned to leave, Belzaire hurried to the control console and pushed the intercom button for the bridge. "Captain, we've got the system ready to power back up. We should be ready for warp travel in about five minutes, but we won't have full capacity until I can do a more thorough repair."
"Got it," came the captain’s disembodied reply. "Call me when you're ready."
* * *
Back on the bridge, Violet sat in the chair she had previously been thrown from, looking out into space. She was trying to piece together everything she had seen. Did the captain know there was enough illegal warp fluid hidden on his ship to get everyone on the ship executed? She thought it was likely that he did. And what did Belzaire mean by modifications? Nobody knew how warp travel really worked, it just did. Making modifications to something you didn't understand, and could kill you, was crazy. But then again, much of what she had seen and heard since coming aboard the Krim Sprinter was a bit bizarre.
The captain's voice brought her back to the apparently tense situation. "Is it still there, whatever it is?"
"Yes, it is, Captain."
"And you still don't know what it is?"
"Nope."
Violet expected the captain to be angry, but he simply nodded, seeming to accept that there was something invisible, and possibly dangerous, just outside. Yep, things were definitely a bit crazy aboard the Krim Sprinter.
"Captain, the warp system is online and ready to go," the intercom suddenly blared. "Tell Cyrus to keep it to warp one, one point five max. But preferably warp one."
"You heard him, Cyrus. Warp speed one point eight."
Cyrus looked at him with a disapproving glare, but simply asked, "Where to, Captain?"
"Anywhere but here."
A moment later, Cyrus reported, "We're ready when you are, Captain."
"Drop the shields and engage the warp field as fast as your robotic arm possibly can," the captain said as he leaned forward in his chair, staring intently at the still empty space in front of the ship. "Three, two, one, go."
Everything happened so fast; Violet could barely comprehend what she was seeing. She could hear the click of the shields dropping and feel time freeze momentarily as the warp field formed and the ship jumped into warp speed. And in the same instant, she saw three photon blasts appear out of nowhere, heading straight for them. She squeezed her eyes shut and grabbed the chair, bracing for an impact that never came. When she managed to pry her eyes open, all she could see was the emptiness of space streaking past.
Maybe space wasn't going to be so boring after all.
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