Hellworld (Deathstalker Prelude)

by Green, Simon R.

  “Ah, the good doctor; a mystery man indeed…”

  “All right,” said Lindholm patiently. “What have you heard?”

  “Nothing definite, but the word was that he was involved in some kind of scandal to do with the adjusted men. Forbidden augmentations, that sort of thing.”

  Lindholm whistled softly. “If that’s the case, he’s lucky to be alive. The Empire’s been really tight over that kind of thing since the Hadenman rebellion.”

  “Right. Those killer cyborgs threw a scare into everyone. Anyway, as I understand it, Williams was given a straight choice: volunteer for the Hell Squads or end up as spare parts in a body bank.”

  “And I was thinking we were lucky to have a doctor in the Squad,” said Lindholm. “Still, it could have been worse. He could have been a clonelegger.”

  “Will you stop saying it could have been worse! It’s bad enough as it is. All the Squads I could have been in, and what do I end up with: Captain Pureheart, a Mad Doctor, and a flaming Investigator. I don’t even want to think what she did to end up here. Those people are as inhuman as the things they kill.”

  “At least she’s on our side,” said Lindholm. Corbie looked at him. “Investigators aren’t on anybody’s side.”

  The pinnace control deck looked even gloomier than usual with the control panels dead. The single overhead light only showed up the darkness of the shadows. Captain Hunter and Investigator Krystel lay still in their crash webbings, and their eyes saw only light. Patched into the onboard computers through their comm implants, the probes’ recordings filled their eyes and ears to the exclusion of the real world.

  Hunter concentrated on the scene before him. With direct input, it was only too easy to become lost in the sound and fury of the probes’ memories and forget the real world and its imperatives. He fast-forwarded relentlessly, pausing only when the computers pointed out scenes of importance or possible significance. He felt guilty at leaving the real work to the computers, but he needed an overview of the situation as quickly as possible. There were decisions he had to make, and they were already starting to pile up. When he had a chance he’d study the records in real time, weighing and evaluating every detail, but right now all he wanted was information on possible threats and dangers. Everything else could wait. Scene after scene flashed before his eyes, and Hunter’s scowl deepened as Wolf IV reluctantly gave up its secrets.

  In the north, volcanoes threw molten fire into the sky. The lava burned a deep and sullen red, and ashes fell like rain. There were vast plains of cooling ash, and all around the land was baked dry and brittle. A planet as old as Wolf IV was supposed to be should have left its volcanic stage behind centuries ago, but instead a long chain of smoking volcanoes studded the north of the single great continent, like so many warning balefires.

  The oceans were racked by endless storms, and among the mountainous, churning waves, huge creatures fought a never-ending battle for survival. It was difficult to judge their exact size from a distance, even seen against the height of the waves, but the sheer ponderousness of the creatures’ movements hinted at appallingly vast dimensions. Hunter didn’t even want to think what the damned things would weigh on land. It was clear that in the future all travelling would have to be by land and air; no ship would survive an ocean voyage. Some of the creatures rending and tearing each other looked to be almost as big as the Devastation.

  Huge areas of forest filled the centre of the continent; solid masses of dirty yellow vegetation. The probes didn’t show much in the way of detail, but trees were usually a good sign for a colonist. You could do a lot with wood. Hunter smiled for the first time as the probes’ memories moved on to show him large areas of open grassland in the south. Even so, he kept a firm grip on his enthusiasm. First rule of the Hell Squads: never take anything for granted. On an alien world, nothing is necessarily what it seems. All right, from a distance it looked like ordinary, everyday grass, although the colour was a bit vile. But on Scarab, the long grass had turned out to be carnivorous. On Loki, the grass had an acid-based sap and spread like plague in the night. Everything on a new planet had to be treated as potentially dangerous, until proved otherwise by exhaustive testing. And then the scene changed again as a new probe’s memories patched in, and Hunter’s heart missed a beat. He hit the freeze frame, fixing the image in place, and swallowed with a suddenly dry throat.

  “Investigator,” he said finally through his comm implant, “Patch into probe seven. I’ve found something.”

  There were structures of stone and glass and gleaming metal. Jagged-edged turrets erupted from asymmetrical buildings. Strange lights blazed in the windows of huge stone monoliths. Low domes glimmered with pearl-like translucency. In the centre of everything, a spiked tower of gleaming copper reached up to touch the sky. And everywhere, hanging lightly between the oppressive shapes and buildings, were frothy strands of gossamer walkways.

  “It’s a city,” said Hunter, his voice awed and hushed.

  “Looks like it,” said Krystel. “Roughly circular, four miles in diameter. No signs of life forms as yet.”

  “I’ve got the computers checking for similar sightings.”

  “They won’t find any. We’re pretty much near the end of the recordings. If there were any other cities like this, we’d have come across them long before now.”

  “Switch to the viewscreen,” said Hunter. “I want full computer analysis of the recording. This has top priority until I tell you otherwise.”

  “Aye, Captain.”

  The alien city disappeared from Hunter’s eyes, and the control deck reappeared around him. After the haunting, mysterious views of the city, the Spartan Empire fittings had a comforting familiarity. The Investigator was already bent over the control panels, calling up more data. Hunter leaned back carefully in his webbing, and studied the alien city on the viewscreen. Now that the first flush of excitement had died down, he found that his skin was crawling, and he had to keep fighting down an urge to look away. The shapes of the structures were ugly, twisted … wrong, somehow. They made no sense. There was something actually unnerving about the alien shapes and angles. Whatever theories of architecture had produced the city, they followed no human patterns of logic or aesthetics.

  “How far away from us is it?” he asked, and was relieved to note that his voice sounded somewhat calmer.

  “Fourteen, fifteen miles. Walking distance. We could be there in a day.”

  Hunter looked sideways at Krystel, but didn’t say anything. She might see fifteen miles as walking distance, but he sure as hell didn’t. Fifteen miles? He scowled unhappily. He hadn’t walked that far since Basic Training. And he’d hated it then. He shrugged, and turned his attention back to the viewscreen. Something about the alien city nagged at him. It only took him a moment to realise what. The labyrinth of twisting streets appeared to be completely empty. Nothing moved in the city. Hunter studied the viewscreen for a long time, and then activated his comm implant.

  “Esper DeChance, this is the Captain. Please join me on the control deck immediately.”

  “Aye, Captain. On my way.”

  Hunter shut down his comm unit, and looked at the Investigator. “No life, no movement. Nobody’s home. What do you make of it?”

  “Too early to tell, Captain.” Krystel drew a slender, villainous-looking cigar from her sleeve pocket, and took her time about lighting it. “The city could be deserted for any number of reasons, few of them good. And anything alien is always potentially dangerous.” She looked at Hunter. “Strictly speaking, we ought to report this immediately to the Empire.”

  “But if we do that,” said Hunter, “we’ll have to wait till they send in an official Investigatory team. And that could mean a long delay before they send us any colonists… or the extra equipment that comes with the colonists. And we need that equipment.”

  “Yes,” said Krystel. “There is that. There’s only one choice open to us, Captain. We need more information, so we’re going to have t
o go there and take a look for ourselves. We need to know what happened to the city’s inhabitants, and why. If there’s anything on this planet deadly enough to wipe out an entire city’s population, we’d better find out all we can about it, before it comes looking for us.”

  “I couldn’t agree more,” said Hunter. “That’s why I’ve sent for the esper.”

  Krystel sniffed, and studied the glowing end of her cigar. “Telepathic evidence is subjective, and therefore unreliable.”

  “Espers have their uses. And I’ll trust a human mind over a computer any day.”

  The door behind them hissed open, and the esper Megan DeChance stepped onto the control deck. She was a short, wraithlike woman in her late thirties, with long silver-blond hair. Her eyes were green and very steady, and like the rest of her face, gave nothing at all away. She nodded once to Hunter and ignored the Investigator. Hunter’s heart sank. Traditionally, espers and Investigators didn’t get along. By virtue of their telepathy and empathy, espers tended to be fanatically pro-life. Investigators weren’t.

  “Right, esper,” said Hunter briskly. “I want a full scan of the immediate area, twenty-mile radius. Never mind plant or animal life; I’m interested in intelligent life forms.”

  DeChance raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She sat cross-legged on the deck between the two webbings, arranged herself comfortably, and closed her eyes. She sent her thoughts up and out, and her mind spread across the world like ripples on a pond. The Hell Squad were bright sparks in and around the pinnace. Everywhere else was dark. She spread out further, and the world blossomed before her. Lives shone in the darkness like flaring torches and guttering candles, but none of them burned with the steady intensity of the intelligent mind.

  And yet there was something strange, right on the edge of her perception. Its light was strong but muted, and curiously indistinct. DeChance studied it warily. In a slow, creeping way it seemed to be aware of her. The esper started to back away, but even as she broke the contact, the light suddenly flared up into an awful brilliance. It burned in hideous colours, and it knew where she was. DeChance pulled the darkness around her like a cloak. Something new was abroad in the night, something huge and powerful. There were other things in the darkness too, and one by one they were waking up. Their lights grew bright and awful, and DeChance pulled back her esp, folding it in upon itself, and locking it safely away inside her mind again. She opened her eyes, and looked shakily at Captain Hunter.

  “There’s something out there, Captain. It’s not like anything I’ve ever encountered before. It’s big, very old, and very powerful.”

  “Dangerous?” said the Investigator.

  “I don’t know,” said DeChance. “Probably. And it’s not alone.”

  For a long moment, nobody said anything. Hunter felt a chill run up his spine as he realised just how shaken the esper was.

  “All right,” he said finally. “Thank you, esper; that will be all. Please join the others outside. We’ll be out shortly. Dismissed.”

  DeChance nodded and left. Hunter and Krystel looked at each other.

  “It has to be the city,” said Krystel. “We’ve got to go there, Captain.”

  “Yes. You’ve more … experience with aliens than I have, Investigator. Assuming we do find something there, what’s the best procedure?”

  Krystel grinned around her cigar. “Find it. Trap it. Kill it. And burn the body afterwards, just to be sure.”

  Dr. Williams sat quietly in the shadow of the pinnace, hugging his knees to his chest and staring out at his new world. All in all it looked decidedly bleak and barren, and the endless quiet was getting on his nerves. Still, he was lucky to be in the Hell Squad, and he knew it. If the Empire had been able to prove half the charges they’d made against him … but they hadn’t. His money and influence had seen to that. For a time.

  He thought he’d get away with a few years’ confinement in some comfortable open prison, or perhaps just a fine and a public admonition. But in the end, too many people decided they couldn’t risk the truth coming out at a trial. So they pulled a few strings, and Dr. Williams found himself heading out towards the edge of the Empire and some nice anonymous Hell Squad planet, where his secrets could be buried with him.

  It had all been very neatly done. Men he’d trusted for years had betrayed him, under the pressure of massive bribes and death threats, and suddenly he’d stood alone. He could either go with the Hell Squad or be shot in the back while trying to escape. Williams had screamed and raged and threatened, but little good it had done him. He hugged his knees tightly and glared out over the open plain.

  Graham Williams was a tall, slender, handsome man in his late fifties, who looked thirty years younger. His skin was fresh and glowing, and his thick curly hair was jet-black. He had a doctor’s warm, professional smile and a pleasant manner. Half his organs, most of his skin, and all of his hair had come from other people. The donors had all been anonymous, of course. Body snatchers rarely bother to learn the names of their victims.

  Williams also had a great many personal augmentations that the Empire hadn’t found out about in the short time they’d held him. Unfortunately, they were only of limited use to him now. The implanted energy crystals that ran the devices had strictly limited life spans. Once they were drained of power, all the high tech in his body would be just so much useless junk. He’d have to make the crystals last until he could acquire some more.

  He smiled suddenly. That was in the future. For the moment, though the others might not realise it, he was the most powerful man in the Squad. Let the Captain enjoy his moment in charge. He’d find out the truth soon enough. Williams’ smile widened as retractable steel claws appeared at the fingertips of his right hand and then disappeared again.

  He looked down at the soil samples he’d gathered, lying in a neat row in their little bags, spread out on the ground before him. He’d taken the samples as much to keep busy as anything, but you never knew your luck. There were often riches to be found in the soil, for those who knew where to look. There was money to be made on this planet somewhere, and he had no intention of missing out on any of it. The pinnace’s diagnostic equipment was primitive, to say the least, but it would do the job. Williams frowned, and hugged his knees a little tighter. It wasn’t at all what he was used to. His surgery had been known throughout the Empire; said by many to be the greatest since the fabled laboratories of lost Haden itself. All gone now, of course. Destroyed, by him, so that its secrets couldn’t be used against him.

  After the rebellion of the cyborg Hadenmen, the Empire had banned most forms of human augmentation. But there were always those willing to pay highly for forbidden delights. Most of the banned devices had been fairly harmless anyway, as long as they were used sensibly. With restraint. He’d just provided a service, that was all. If he hadn’t done it, someone else would have. All right, some of his patients had died, on the table and afterwards. But they knew the risks when they came to him. And most had lived, and lived well, through the extra senses and devices he’d given them.

  They all came to him; the rich, the titled, the jaded, and the decadent. All those with hidden needs and darker appetites. And to each he gave what they asked for, and charged accordingly. His prices were high, but they could afford it. Besides, he had his own needs, too.

  It was the Empire’s fault he’d become what he was. He’d made his name and his reputation with his work on the Wampyr, the adjusted men. They were to have been the Empire’s new shock troops, strong and awful and ruthlessly efficient, but someone High Up got scared of their potential, and the Empress herself closed the project down. Williams had refused to give up his life’s work. He went underground, and he went private. And his triumphs with the Wampyr were nothing to what he might have achieved if the Empire hadn’t caught up with him.

  He should never have relied so much on the body snatchers.

  But that was all behind him now. He had a new life and new opportunities. Doctors were alwa
ys in short supply on colony worlds. One way or another, he would become a man of wealth and standing again. And some way, somehow, he’d use that wealth and power to get off this stinking dirtball and back into the Empire. And then they’d pay. Then they’d all pay, for what they’d done to him.

  Outside the airlock, Corbie glared at Megan DeChance.

  “A city? An alien city? I don’t believe it. I just don’t bloody believe it! All the planets the Empire had to choose from and they had to drop us on a world that’s already inhabited! I mean, don’t they check for things like that first?”

  “No,” said Lindholm. “That’s our job. It may not turn out too badly, Russ. There’s a lot that aliens could teach us about this planet, things we need to know. I’m willing to be friendly if they are.”

  “It’s not very likely, Sven,” said Corbie. “You know the Empire’s attitude to aliens. They get put in their place, or they get put in the ground. No other choice available.”

  “This is a new world,” said Lindholm. “Things could be different here.”

  Corbie sniffed. “Try telling that to the Investigator.”

  “I’m afraid it’s not that simple,” said DeChance quietly. “According to the probes, there aren’t any other cities. And this one appears to be deserted.”

  “Wait a minute,” said Corbie. “You mean there’s nobody there?”

  “There’s something there,” said DeChance. “I felt its presence.”

  The two marines waited for her to continue, and then realised she’d said all she was going to. Corbie kicked disgustedly at the ground.

  “Mysteries. I hate bloody mysteries.”

  “I doubt it’s anything we can’t handle.”

  The marines looked round sharply as Williams came over to join them. He smiled at them warmly, and nodded to the esper.

  “I’m sorry if I interrupted you. I didn’t mean to intrude …”

  “No, that’s all right, Doc,” said Lindholm. “This concerns you as well. Seems there’s an abandoned alien city not far from where we’ve parked.”