Realms of Time (Scrapyard Ship)

by Mark Wayne McGinnis

  Sensing their own bio-readings, the drone quickly darted around the bulkhead they’d taken cover behind and hovered there, several feet off the ground. Then it was off, heading toward the room’s exit.

  “What will one drone accomplish?” Traveler asked, snorting indignantly. “Better to face the enemy with honor—not sending a machine to fight our battles.”

  Traveler turned to see that thirty more drones had already been dispensed from the phase-synthesizer and more were materializing every few seconds.

  Ricket shrugged. “Do you want to stay here fighting the Caldurians, or to go help the captain on Earth?”

  Traveler’s frustration abated somewhat with the question. “I need to help the captain.”

  Ricket returned to the console, entering something. A halo-projection of the Minian displayed in the air before them. Colored icons, depicting both the Caldurians and the mini-drones, moved in respect to their onboard locations.

  “AI, change the color of the unconscious Caldurians,” Ricket said aloud.

  Immediately, half the icons turned from yellow to pink. Nodding his head appreciatively, Ricket noticed something else and zoomed in on the Minian’s reconstructed bridge and its surrounding area. Traveler stepped forward.

  “I hadn’t realized the bridge reconstruction was completed,” Ricket said.

  One by one the yellow icons turned pink.

  “How long will they be asleep?” Traveler asked.

  “Until we wake them up,” Ricket replied with a smile. “They’ve been tagged with small cerebral disrupters.”

  The single remaining yellow Caldurian life form icon turned pink. Ricket hesitated and looked up at Traveler. “We need to fortify the egresses onto the ship.” He went back to the console and began to alter the drone’s operation parameters.

  “What are you doing now?” Traveler asked, seeming impatient to leave.

  “Changing the parameters. The drones will now, in addition, act as sentry guards, protecting DeckPorts, or any phase-shift access point within the ship.”

  “This space vessel has many such locations,” Traveler said.

  Ricket glanced over his shoulder toward the phase-synthesizer unit. Over one hundred more drones hovered, ready to be activated. “I think we’ll be covered.”

  Several more taps at the console and the new drones came alive and headed out of the compartment.

  Traveler said, “I need to return to the planet now.”

  Ricket nodded and was about to agree when the ship violently lurched to one side. A general quarters klaxon sounded.

  “The Minian is under attack,” the AI said.

  Chapter 15

  The German soldiers broke formation, spreading out on both sides of the train tracks that led into the forest. Jason felt multiple rounds ping off his protective battle suit. He hailed Grimes.

  “Go for Grimes,” she said.

  “We’re taking heavy fire; we need you to give them something else to shoot at for a while.”

  “Aye, Cap. I’m on it.”

  Within moments the Magnum was airborne and hovering at the east side of the depot. As expected, the Germans’ attention was now drawn toward the shuttle. Heavy rifle fire erupted, none of it affecting the Magnum’s shields. The distant line of Panzers, still making steady progress alongside the tracks, had their big guns elevated. Boom, boom, boom.

  Everything shook as the explosive rounds from ten tanks struck the Magnum’s shields. Again, there was zero effect on the shuttle.

  “Let’s move out before our German friends get bored and look for something else to shoot at,” Jason said, taking up the lead and moving off toward the slanted locomotive ahead. From above, Grimes began to fire plasma bolts into the line of tanks. The first tank exploded in a ball of fire, but the other tanks didn’t seem to exhibit any real damage. Jason figured Grimes had changed over to stun-level settings.

  Once they’d reached the leaning locomotive, Jason signaled the SEALs and rhinos to keep a healthy distance away. Bristol checked his equipment and forwarded the drone’s coordinates over to Jason.

  Jason hailed Ricket.

  “Go for Ricket.”

  “We’re at the second drone. I’m forwarding the coordinates to you now.”

  “Captain, we’re under attack. So far the shields are holding.”

  “Attacked by whom?” Jason asked, surprised by Ricket’s calm reaction.

  “Not sure. The bridge reconstruction has been completed. I’m on my way there now and will know more in the next few minutes. I’m dispatching drone pair number two—it should arrive shortly.”

  “Watch out yourselves; get back to me as soon as you’re on the bridge.”

  Jason cut the connection.

  Billy, at his side, asked, “What’s going on?”

  “The Minian’s under attack. Not sure by whom just yet. Ricket’s sending the drone now.”

  The remaining rhinos formed a defensive perimeter around the locomotive. Each had been struck multiple times with rifle rounds, but their wounds seemed to be more of an annoyance to them than life-threatening medical conditions. Over the last few minutes, Jason watched on his HUD as more yellow icons appeared. They were slowly being surrounded by German infantry. Up to this point, the drone had remained perfectly still—almost hidden in the rusted train engine’s shadow.

  Rifle fire crackled nearby, followed by the familiar sound of pings ricocheting off the locomotive. Jason, Billy, and the SEAL team crouched low and turned toward the approaching Germans. The rhinos were returning fire with their own plasma weapons. It was then Jason noticed snipers had taken up positions on top of the boxcars. About to hail Grimes for some needed air support, he heard three more pings behind him and then the sound of the drone coming awake.

  The drone’s defenses activated as panels opened and multiple gun barrels protruded. It spun and changed direction with the close pinging of each new rifle round.

  “It’s going to flee,” Billy said.

  “We can’t let that happen,” Jason replied. Looking at the leaning locomotive, he was surprised it hadn’t pitched over already. Carefully keeping low, Jason scurried around to its other side. The four remaining rhinos were taking cover behind the rusted remnants of an old steam-powered crane. By the sound of the increasing rifle fire, they were surrounded on that site as well. Above, but keeping adequate altitude, the Magnum appeared and began firing multiple plasma bursts. As the Germans ran for cover, Jason got the attention of the rhinos and signaled for them to come closer. One by one they positioned themselves around Jason. Momentarily struck by their colossal size, he spoke to them in a lowered voice. Once he was sure they understood, like a quarterback breaking a huddle, he clapped once and the rhinos moved off to their directed positions.

  “Remember, we only have one chance at this and it has to be fast.”

  The rhino-warriors nodded their large heads and took up their assigned positions; poised, with knees bent, their huge hands firmly gripped around the upended side of the slanting engine’s frame, its piston hardware and metal wheels. Then Jason noticed the Magnum had moved off and was firing at the tanks on the other end of the yard. Almost immediately, rifle fire returned. Shit! It was now or never.

  “Push!” Jason yelled.

  The four rhino-warriors stood up in unison, quickly bringing the train engine upward along with them. With a loud creak, bringing it past its tipping point, the locomotive flipped over onto its other side.

  Jason and the four rhinos scurried around the engine to see if their efforts had succeeded. Billy crouched low and looked under the now toppled-over locomotive.

  “Um … I think I see it under there,” Billy said, switching his helmet light on to get a better view into the darkness beneath. “Yep, there it is. Not looking too happy under there, do you think it’ll stay put, Cap?”

  “To be honest, I have no idea. We’ll have to wait and see.”

  As if on cue, the drone’s twin appeared overhead and slowly descen
ded. Jason tugged on Billy’s shoulder and they both stepped back. The drone spun one hundred and eighty degrees as it instigated its pairing configuration.

  Jason said, “Billy, contact Grimes and work out a location to get us picked up.”

  He then hailed Ricket.

  “Go for Ricket.”

  “What’s your status?”

  “We’re on the bridge—”

  “We?”

  “Traveler is out of the MediPod, although another rhino is now in it. A third rhino is dead.”

  “Who exactly boarded the Minian?”

  “Caldurians, but not its crew members. These raiders are from a faction called the originals.”

  “As in the originals from the Crystal City?”

  “Exactly, and a similar vessel is now firing on the Minian.”

  “I’m totally confused, Ricket. Just tell me—what the hell’s going on there?”

  “The most important information you need to know is that this faction of the Caldurians have aligned themselves with the Craing.”

  “What?! Why would they do that?”

  “I cannot answer that, but it seems there was more to their dispute than differences over the use of multiverse technologies, as we were led to believe.”

  Jason watched as the Magnum landed in an open field in the near distance. Billy was reassembling the remaining team members, preparing to move out.

  Jason brought his attention back to his conversation with Ricket. “What’s happening with the Minian’s bridge?”

  “From what the AI says, it is complete and operational again. Now that I have access to a working tactical station, I can see two Crystal City vessels are in local space and both are firing on the Minian. Our shields are holding at ninety percent. Do you wish me to return fire, Captain?”

  “No, not yet,” Jason said. “Until we know for sure what their beef is with the progressives, and if these originals have, in fact, aligned with the Craing, we’ll stay passive. They don’t seem to be posing any great danger to the Minian at present. Hail them—see what they want.”

  Ricket was talking but Jason’s attention was pulled away toward the Magnum. The back hatch was open and the gangway extended. Two SEALs, who’d earlier been left behind to protect the shuttle, ran down the gangway and took up defensive positions. Grimes and Dira stood at the open hatch above. Both had removed their helmets and were talking; Dira laughed at something Grimes said.

  Thirty feet from the Magnum the ground exploded—a fiery plume of dirt, and several small trees shot into the air. The two SEALs were gone and both Grimes and Dira were propelled back into the shuttle.

  Jason ignored his connection with Ricket and ran flat out. At two hundred feet and closing he saw two Nazi tanks appear, toppling several small oak trees in the process. What am I doing? Jason configured new phase-shift coordinates on his HUD and activated a phase-shift. Landing ten feet from the shuttle, Jason unexpectedly ran into two soldiers who crossed his path, colliding headlong into them. All three crashed to the ground in a tangle of arms and legs. German rifles and Jason’s multi-gun were out of reach.

  Two soldiers emerged from the shuttle’s hatch, each holding on to a leg and dragging the unconscious bodies of Grimes and Dira—their heads bounced over the uneven surface.

  Jason’s hesitation cost him. The soldier lying on the ground nearest him had drawn a pistol and fired into Jason’s upper body and visor. Although there was no damage to the protective armor he wore, the rounds repeatedly striking his body made it difficult for Jason to get back on his feet. With multiple flashes, Billy, the other SEALs, and the rhinos all began to appear in the clearing. Thanks to Rizzo, both German soldiers next to Jason went down with plasma bolts to their heads. In the distance, helmets appeared from the two tank turrets and within seconds machine gun rounds were tearing through the air. Again, Jason was pummeled and could not regain his footing. A rhino-warrior to Jason’s left took an unrelenting barrage of fire to his exposed hide, killing him. An armored halftrack personnel carrier backed up beside one of the tanks. Like cords of wood, Grimes’ and Dira’s bodies were flung up into the back of the carrier, followed by several soldiers. What at first seemed like only a handful of Germans close-by could now be counted in the hundreds.

  The personnel carrier closed up. The engine started and the truck slowly disappeared into the trees.

  Chapter 16

  Mollie awoke with a start. Sitting up in her bunk, she looked around the familiar surroundings of her cabin aboard The Lilly. There were noises coming from down the hall in the kitchenette. Then a raised voice.

  “If you would get the hell out of my way, I’d be able to move. Stand over there. No, over there—just back up! Do you remember the words? Good. Okay, all of you, come on.”

  Her grandfather’s deep baritone voice made Mollie sit up. Who is he yelling at? she wondered. Her grandfather moved down the hallway and entered her cabin; Uncle Brian followed, and close behind was Betty, with the green lizard alien bringing up the rear. Mollie beamed when she saw what her grandfather was holding in his outstretched hands—a large plate filled with a steaming stack of flapjacks, and nine flickering candles perched on top.

  They all sang together: “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Mollie, happy birthday to you …”

  The admiral placed the plate on Mollie’s lap and Brian handed her a fork and a napkin.

  “What are you … six now?” Brian asked with a wry smile.

  “Ha ha,” Mollie said, filling her mouth with syrupy pancakes. “I’m nine and you know that, Uncle Brian.”

  The hopper, still unnamed at this point, sat on his haunches and watched Mollie’s plate with growing interest.

  Betty, wearing a spacer’s jumpsuit, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, sat down next to Mollie on the edge of her bed and asked, “What type of things do little girls do on their day of birth back home?”

  Brian said, “It’s called a birthday.”

  “Okay, what do little girls do on their birthday?”

  The admiral picked up Mollie’s napkin and wiped syrup from her chin.

  “We go to amusement parks, like Disneyland, or we go to the beach, or have a party where all my friends bring me lots and lots of presents.” Mollie smiled as she said this and raised her eyebrows expectantly.

  The admiral made an exaggerated expression of alarm. “I’m so sorry, Mollie, but there’s a rule in space. No gifts. No presents are allowed. Causes too much jealousy among the rest of the crew.”

  Mollie turned her head and squinted her eyes. “Grandpa, I’m not buying your act.”

  Betty and Brian laughed out loud and the admiral fought to keep a straight face. Teardrop then entered the room, holding a mountain of colorfully wrapped gift boxes. Mollie passed her empty plate to Betty and sat even further up in bed. One by one the gifts were placed on her lap. She sat back and looked at the horde of presents before her. They watched her smiling face change. Tears welled up in her eyes and her smile turned into a grimace of pain. The admiral sat next to her and pulled her small shoulders into his chest. Her body shook and her cries continued for some time. It was then that they noticed the tag on the top package.

  To Mollie, Love Mom.

  * * *

  The admiral entered The Lilly’s bridge and took a seat in the command chair. On his display was Ricket, waiting patiently. The admiral still hadn’t adjusted to Ricket’s altered appearance. Gone were the old cyborg attributes: his once near-transparent skin covering moving mechanical parts on his face and body. Now, the younger-looking Craing, handsome in his own way, greeted the admiral with a quick nod.

  “Admiral, we have a situation here.”

  “What is it? Is it something with the team on Earth?”

  “No, sir. The Minian is under attack.”

  “By whom?”

  “The Caldurians … the originals faction, Admiral.”

  Ricket proceeded to tell the admiral what had transpired
over the last few days, leading up to the Minian’s boarding by the original Caldurians, and the recent attack on the ship by two Crystal City-type vessels.

  “Have you figured out what happened to Granger and the crew of the Minian?” the admiral asked.

  “I have my suspicions. It may have something to do with Bristol’s sudden appearance here, on the Minian—causing a multiverse time reference anomaly. I’m working on several ideas to bring them back.”

  “And you’re sure the Minian’s not in any danger?”

  “Our defenses are far more advanced. At least for the time being, we are not in any immediate danger. But Admiral, there is one more thing I’ve recently learned … the originals may have aligned with the Craing.”

  The admiral stared back at Ricket’s image with a furrowed brow. “Where did you get that information from? How sure are you about this?”

  “It’s not definite, but the Minian’s AI gives it a high probability.”

  “Well, if it’s true, that could mean it’s game over for the rest of us. Damn it! Caldurian technology, mixed with the Craing’s ruthlessness, already spread throughout the universe.”

  “The originals do not possess the same level of technology as the progressives, but yes, still far more advanced than—”

  The admiral cut Ricket off mid-sentence. “Listen to me. You need to figure out what happened to Granger and the Minian’s crew. Without help from the progressives, we’re toast.” The admiral seemed to be considering something, then added, “I’m bringing The Lilly back to Earth. Things are stable now in Allied space. With the addition of the Meganaught and hundreds of new warships added to our fleet, we’re a formidable force here.”

  * * *

  Ricket put out a general hail to the two colossal Crystal City vessels sitting three thousand miles off the Minian’s starboard beam. The two colossal-sized vessels, well over thirteen miles in length, continued to fire upon the Minian. If anything, they had increased their onslaught of plasma fire.