by Gary Weston
Another Last Flight For Craggy
Craggy Books, Volume 2
by Gary Weston
Published by Gary Weston, 2013.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
ANOTHER LAST FLIGHT FOR CRAGGY
First edition. October 23, 2013.
Copyright © 2013 Gary Weston.
Written by Gary Weston.
Contents
Title Page
Another Last Flight For Craggy
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 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84 | Two weeks later
Six months later
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Chapter 1
Freighter Pilot Training Commander Fawn Dillow didn't like what she saw. 'Only engineering could turn something beautiful into something this damned ugly.'
Wendy Breeze shared the same opinion. 'That, takes the word ugly to whole new level.'
'Yeah. But you don't have to fly that damn thing.'
'I'm just glad she's your ship. Are you gonna sit here all day, or are you going to go over there and bring her home?'
Dillow sighed. 'I'm going. Look. Breezy. If, you know...it doesn't go well?'
'Hey. You can put those thoughts right out of your head right now, ok? Go land that bird.'
'See you on the ground.'
Dillow hurled herself out of The Eye's airlock and entered the Varlindran ship. She buckled herself into the chair on the flight-deck which was dark and freezing. The ship had been floating around in space for a year, and finally, it was time to get her on the surface of Mars.
A crude bank of overriding controls had been “added” to the top of the original existing control panels, and, according to engineering, would work the freighter thrusters stuck on the top of the ship. There were also rudimentary direction controls. She had been told, they should be enough to get her home. Words like should didn't excite her. Not when her life depended on it.
Starting the thrusters, the single plasma engine rumbled into life. Not in a good way.
'Oh, crap.'
There was only one thing to do. She did a Craggy. Dillow unbuckled her straps and stood directly beneath the troubled engine.
'Hey. I know, believe me. They abused you. But listen. Help me get us down, I swear I'll make you pretty again.' She placed her hands high up on a wall. She winced as she felt the unhappy ship. 'Please. Let me take us home so I can put you back together.'
The vibrations continued throughout the ship to express her opinion about the butchery done to her. Dillow couldn't even be sure that the whole thing wasn't about to blow up and take her with it.
'Please?'
The rumblings turned into a steady hum, and it seemed her life wasn't about to be extinguished. Yet.
'Thanks. Nice and easy, now, right? No sudden moves.'
Dillow sat back in the seat and buckled up again. Nobody knew more about flying freighters than she did, and with the modifications, essentially this was now a freighter.
'Taking her down, Breezy. Here we go.'
Down they went, gradually into Mars' atmosphere, where the unwieldy ship was still far from happy. Dillow's seat started to shake and the vibrations from the ship were so strong she could hardly work the control panel. The ground was coming at her too fast, and nothing was responding.
'Don't do this to me. Come on, damn it. Work with me.'
The ship took an erratic orbit, dangerously low, uncontrollably fast. The computer screen, literally held in place with ropes and tape, threatened to dislodge and come crashing down. It was her eyes and her only way of seeing outside the ship.
'Come on, sweetie. Just a few more minutes and we'll be ok.'
The single engine suddenly went silent. Power from it had completely gone. The screen was flickering, and all Dillow could see was the ground rushing up to meet her. She had seconds, her time slipping away. She was flying over new green vegetation, away from the populated areas.
Bracing herself, she held onto the arms of the seat until the blood drained from her knuckles. The ship plummeted, skimming the greenery. With heart pounding seconds to go until impact, the screen died and the belly of the ship hit the ground. Hard
Chapter 2
Andrew Foreman, the old veterinarian wh
o now ran Base Three with his son David, caring for the jungle and the creatures that lived in it, had previously told them what little he knew of Korlyn Num Sedindra and his kind. The Foreman's had had the most contact with the little alien when he was alive and visiting them on Earth through the pathways and tunnels.
Korlyn's people, as near as the translations revealed, were originally from a planet called Varlindra. Their world had died of gamma radiation from a dying sun and they planned to use their technology to take over Mars. Mars had been a vital, but undeveloped outpost for the Varlindrans. Korlyn hadn't said much more about his people, or the true significance of Mars to his race, preferring to withhold most of the information.
Now with the Varlindran ship finally on Mars, It was down to Wendy Breeze, Fawn Dillow, Stella Wayward and Skye Lewquarker, to repair the ship which had been damaged when Rocky Ramshorn had blasted the alien ship's thrusters with the laser cannon from Lance Dillow's ship, The Eye. Fortunately, only slight damage had been sustained when Fawn Dillow had landed the ship.
Wendy Breeze, as special project manager, updated Mars Commander Tagg Potts and Deputy Mars Commander, Anton Forbes.
Breeze said, 'It was scary, but Fawn got the damn thing on the ground.'
'It was always a risky business tacking extra thrusters on it to get it here out of orbit,' Forbes said, 'And you think the damage to the thrusters is repairable?'
'Eventually. The Varlindran ship is way beyond our technology. The structure seems to be of an alloy as yet unidentified. We are still running tests. Any of our ships would have been total right off's if they had crashed like that one had. We haven't been able to see underneath yet, but looking at it from the inside, it seems relatively unscathed.'
Potts said, 'Good. I'm hoping we can learn a lot from that bird. Inside and out. We want you four to make it your number one priority and rope in anybody else you need, when you need them. We are all flat out, as usual, but I have a hunch that ship will give us a lot of useful stuff, once we've learned how to open up her secrets. Stella. Any progress with the ship's computers?'
'I'm in unknown territory, Sir,' admitted Stella Wayward. 'I'm studying the original computer cones and trying to learn from them about using the computer. The power isn't running right in the ship for some reason, and the computer isn't working like it should. It's also like learning another language.'
Forbes said, 'You're our best chance with that. I wouldn't have a clue. Fawn. How are you doing with the ship's schematics?'
Dillow said, 'I'm about one quarter along, Sir. It really is an incredible ship. The more I explore, the more I find. It just seems to go on and on.'
'At least,' said Potts, 'you can do your work in a reasonable amount of comfort. Just don't forget to put your helmets on at least once an hour for ten minutes.'
Stella asked, 'How long until we can work without suits altogether, Sir?'
Potts and Forbes shared a look.
'Ask ten scientists, get ten answers,' said Potts. 'The oxygen level is increasing, but as we all know, it can be patchy. The atmosphere is developing all the time. With the oxygen enriched atmosphere, comes the increase in temperature. At this time of year by the equator, we would have expected between five and fifteen degrees centigrade. We are already averaging seventeen point five. Predictions are for a sub-tropical climate around the equatorial regions within three years. The main thing is, we don't get too casual about it and forget to enrich our oxygen intake on a regular basis.'
Breezy, Stella, Dillow and Skye all smiled, having heard that a hundred times. It didn't hurt to be reminded. They were grateful they could work on the ship without their helmets, but they had to wear their suits for protection from the still cool temperature and so they could put their helmets on to get the oxygen into them in a hurry.
'Ok,' said Forbes. 'Back to work, then. It's a great job you are doing. Keep it up.'
'Thanks,' said Breezy, getting up to leave. 'We'll keep you in the loop.'
The women left the office and went to the Base airlock. They still had to obey airlock regulations and ensure the outside atmosphere was separate from the Base Nine atmosphere. Base Nine was the dedicated administration centre. There were three hundred and seventeen people running it, and they all earned their pay.
Mars population was already approaching seven and a half thousand, not counting the five hundred and ninety six waiting to be born. Potts and Forbes monitored the situation closely, ensuring population and infrastructure didn't clash. Nearly half of Mars' population were either still in the womb, or crapping yellow all over the place. But the lush vegetation encroaching into the dry brown desert was carpeting the planet at a breathtaking pace.
It was almost hard for the gifted young women to ignore the idea of sitting outside without their helmets, and at the same time concentrate on the task in hand. They were too wrapped up in their work to allow that to happen. They stood on the lip of the ramp of the alien ship, and turned on their minds to use their phenomenal skills to explore the mysteries within.
Chapter 3
'Did I tell you about the time...' Dixon Cragg stopped himself. 'How did it come to this?'
Sixteen children between five and seven years old sat staring at him. There was often a period between their regular classes ending and when some parents could get to the school to collect their children, and part-timers filled that gap.
Cragg's story telling prowess had him in high demand for keeping toddlers entertained for a few hours each week, and he was forever having to remind himself about adult content and not to make his stories too scary. But the kids looked forward to Uncle Craggy's tall tales, and the pay was ok.
'Uncle Craggy.'
'Plasma.' Parents were coming up with ever stranger names.
'Tell us about the little people.'
'Ah! Well. I never actually met one. And no one else has, either. Well. That's not quite right. Korlyn Num Sedindra was chummy with a few on Earth until he...died. Now that is one space dude I would have a beer with. He was a true hero.'
A girl said, 'He was nice.'
'I think he probably was, Rocket. And I think we need to learn from that. Just because people are different from ourselves, doesn't mean we can't get along and like each other. Always give people a chance. Don't judge them until you really know somebody.'
Cragg noticed the parents were standing by the door, waiting to collect their children. They were smiling, approving of Craggy's home spun philosophy, safe in the knowledge nearly ninety years of dealing with people from every walk of life had only increased his love of humanity, not diminished it.
'Okay. Your Moms and Dads want to take you home for a well earned feed. Time to go home.'
The children ran to the open arms of their parents and suddenly Cragg was left alone. He sometimes moaned about being the number one clown on Mars, but deep down, he enjoyed the look on the kids' faces as he told his stories.
'I think I've earned a beer.'
For a change, he didn't go straight home to Misty, instead heading outside to feel the breeze on his face. To him the planet was a mix of new and old, the green not quite reaching everywhere. In front of him to the south was the familiar iron oxide sand, and behind him to the north, the lush vegetation fighting a daily war to dominate the landscape. He had never thought he would be breathing in fresh air within his lifetime, but here he was, without a helmet. The oxygen level was still low, and people had to supplement their intake periodically. He crossed over to Base Three and went through the airlock.
To Cragg there seemed to be even more birds than ever, their various cries making a raucous noise that filled the air. From a nearby tree, a hairy individual dropped down and approached him.
'Oooh, Craggy. Oooh, Craggy.'
'Hello, Mango. Keeping busy?'
'Oooh. Mango. Daddy.'
'Again? We'll be up to our armpits in GenMops before long.'
'Not until we can all live outside,' said a voice behind him. It was David Foreman, so
n of Andrew, the pioneer of the GenMops, the genetically modified primates with the ability of speech. The Foreman's lived in Base Three, custodians of the creatures they had brought with them from Earth.
'Afternoon, David,' said Cragg. 'I thought I'd pop in and say hello.'
'You're always welcome. Dad and I were about to have a feed. Care to join us?'
'I'll say hi to Andy, but pass on the feed. Misty will have a meal waiting for me.'
He followed David to the small kitchen dining area. All the accommodation had been scaled back to allow more room for “jungle”. Andy was feeding his five dogs a mix of fish and chicken. The animals looked up at Cragg and then ignored him to eat their food.
'This lot do ok,' said Cragg.
'Hi, Craggy. Yes. They don't go hungry. Not exactly the best food for dogs, but one day we'll let the goats free outside and have meat for all of us.'
'That time won't be far off.'
David asked, 'You keeping busy?'
Cragg shrugged. 'Mostly as a part time children's entertainer at the school. I don't mind.'
'No more flying?' asked Andy, dishing up two plates of food. It was more of the chicken with salad.
'No more flying for me. I thought I'd go over and take a look inside that alien ship tomorrow. Might be interesting.'
Andy said, 'A pity Korlyn never got to see the place turning green. He'd have been quite proud.'
'Maybe he's with us in spirit,' said Cragg. 'Well. I'll leave you in peace to eat. Misty will be wondering where I am. I'll come and have a longer visit soon.'
'See you later.'
Cragg went out and as was his custom, he paused by the well tended memorial to Korlyn Num Sedindra, the brave little alien who had died so that humans could survive on Mars. After a moment's reflection, he walked through the airlock and made his way home.
Chapter 4
Misty told her husband straight. 'Don't you get interfering.'
'Fawn invited me.'
'You invited yourself, more like. And poor Fawn felt obliged to say yes.'
This was true, but he was sure he was welcome to visit the alien ship. Heck. If it hadn't been for him, there wouldn't be an alien ship.
