City of Ruins - [Diving Universe 02]

by Kristine Kathryn Rusch

  “I am not disputing that,” Ilona says. “Just your interpretation of existing data.”

  I shrug. “Right now, we’re all guessing. And I can hardly wait until the guessing ends.”

  “Me, too,” says Ivy. “Because I keep looking at that word, ‘danger,’ and wonder what you’re dragging the team into.”

  “The Boss always takes us to risky places,” Roderick says. “If you don’t like it, you can leave.”

  But Ivy remains seated. So does everyone else, including—to my relief— the Six.

  “Okay,” I say. “A short dive tomorrow. Maybe after that, we’ll have some answers.”

  * * * *

  TWELVE

  T

  he chamber looks no different when we return. The lights are still on.

  The numbers run on that screen ten consoles down the wall. The screen above me shows that weird spacescape. The consoles glow.

  I am more convinced than ever that we shouldn’t touch anything. But now I’m willing to fan out just a little. I let Rea handle the middle of the room with DeVries beside him. I send Seager and Kersting to the space to the right of the door. They’ll never make it to the far wall—not today—but at least we’re moving.

  After about an hour, I look up from my examination of the second console. Something has changed, although I don’t know what it is.

  Then I realize that the screen above the first console has gone dark. I stare at it, and realize that I’m wrong. The screen isn’t dark. It’s showing complete blackness.

  The dark screens have a different look and texture. This one is showing a view of someplace completely without light.

  In spite of myself, I shudder. Then I glance at the other screen—the numbers screen. I can’t tell for sure, but it looks like they’ve changed too.

  I turn toward the rest of the crew to tell them and see Rea a few meters from me in that broad expanse of floor.

  He must catch something in my body language, because he says, “It’s easy to map a floor and emptiness.”

  I nod. He’s right, of course. But he’s doing something besides mapping, something that he stopped doing as I turned.

  “You were moving funny,” I say. It’s just a guess, but that’s the sense that I had, that he was making odd movements.

  “Flapping my arms.” There’s a smile in his voice. I wish I can see his face. “I figure if our movement triggers the lights, maybe my movement will trigger some lights buried in the floor.”

  “What’s in that floor might be what the ancients called danger,” I say.

  “Or not,” he says. “So far, I have had no results.”

  “Well, stop it,” I say. “Just map.”

  He sighs, but lets his arms fall. He’s going to listen.

  I start to turn back toward the console when the air waves. Like heat mirages. The air is actually rippling.

  My breath catches. I turn toward Rea and realize that the rippling is stronger near him. Has he created it? Or is something happening there?

  “Rea!” I yell. “Run!”

  He doesn’t seem to understand.

  “Get out of here!” I yell.

  The others head for the door. I do too. Rea moves a little slower. The rippling gets worse. He looks like a video that’s falling apart. Then he slides out of the area and gets to the doorway.

  Something whooshes behind me.

  I whirl and blink, unable to believe what I’m seeing.

  A Dignity Vessel is parked in that broad expanse of floor. An intact, clean, vibrating Dignity Vessel.

  I murmur something—a curse maybe, or just a sound of awe. I’m aware of making noise, but not of what kind of noise I’m making. Rea pushes up against me.

  DeVries says, “Oh, my ...”

  No one else speaks.

  “Was there something solid on that floor when you were there?” I ask Rea.

  He shakes his head.

  “I was standing there,” he says. “I would’ve been crushed.”

  The ripples. That Dignity Vessel became visible. We just saw the transition between stealth mode and nonstealth mode. Or something like that.

  I glance at the numbers screen. It has stopped on the last set. Nothing runs. Then I look at the other screens. The one that had gone black now shows a black room with little white figures in it. Human-shaped.

  It takes me a moment to realize those figures are us. We’re seeing ourselves in our suits staring at the screen.

  Looking away from the camera. Which has to be on the Dignity Vessel.

  It wasn’t in stealth mode in this chamber. It had been somewhere else until a little while ago. Somewhere with that strange patch of space.

  “We triggered it,” I say.

  “What?” DeVries asks.

  “I think we summoned it back here.” I make myself record everything— the screens, the changes in the console.

  “What do you mean, we summoned it?” Rea asks.

  I shouldn’t say this, with all my lectures about theories and suppositions. But I do. “We entered the chamber and it came alive. When it did, it must have sent some kind of message—maybe that someone is here. Maybe that the chamber is functional again. It called the vessel here.”

  “Called it home,” DeVries says softly. “Ilona was right. This is where they were built.”

  I shake my head. “She’s right about the stealth, and she’s right that Dignity Vessels are connected here. But look at this chamber. The vessel fills this part. There’s no room to build. This is an arrival port or a maintenance unit.”

  “Or both,” Rea says.

  “That’s why the danger,” I say. “No one can stand where you were. There’s not enough warning to get out of the way.”

  No klaxons, no bells. I glance up. The ceiling didn’t open. Nothing changed except the vessel appeared here.

  “I’ll bet there’s a death hole on the surface,” I say.

  “Above us?” Kersting asks.

  I shake my head. “Maybe around us. Behind us. Horizontal. Taking some of the force of that extra stealth energy.”

  “That’s what death holes are?” Rea asks.

  “It’s a guess,” I say. It’s all a guess. Until we can examine everything.

  I walk forward. A functioning Dignity Vessel. Probably with some kind of homing program, some way to come back here to this base.

  If our entry has called one vessel home, how many others will come?

  Maybe not many. Of all the Dignity Vessels we’ve found, none have been functional.

  This one is, by some miracle.

  This one is.

  * * * *

  SECTOR BASE V

  * * * *

  THIRTEEN

  T

  hey landed smoothly, which surprised the hell out of Coop. The Ivoire had suffered more damage than he ever could have imagined, and yet the venerable old craft had gotten them here, mostly in one piece.

  For a brief moment, he bowed his head. He took a deep breath and let a shudder run through him—the only emotion he’d allowed himself in more than a week.

  Then he raised his head and looked.

  The walls had full screens, top to bottom, just like he’d ordered. It didn’t matter much when the Ivoire transitioned, but now that the ship had arrived at Sector Base V, the walls told him a lot.

  A lot that he didn’t understand.

  The Ivoire had landed inside the base, just like usual. The ship stood on the repair deck, just like it was supposed to.

  The base was cavernous. It had to be. Like the other ships of her class, the Ivoire was large. She comfortably housed five hundred people, providing family quarters, school, and recreation in addition to being a working battleship. Two ships the size of the Ivoire could fit into this base, with another partially assembled along the way.

  Not to mention the equipment, the specialized bays, the private working areas.

  The sector base was huge and impossible to process all at once.

 
But what Coop could process looked wrong.

  For one thing, no one manned the equipment. Much of it looked like it wasn’t even turned on. The lights were dim or off completely. The workstations—the ones he could see in the half-light—looked like they’d suffered minor damage.

  But he didn’t know how they could have. Like all the sector bases, Sector Base V was over a mile underground in a heavily fortified area. No one could get in or out without the proper equipment.

  To his knowledge, no sector base had ever been attacked, not even in areas under siege. Granted, his knowledge wasn’t as vast as the history of the Fleet, but he knew how difficult it was to damage a sector base

  Although it looked like someone had harmed this one. Because it had been fine a month ago.

  Before the battles with the Quurzod, he’d brought the Ivoire in for its final systems check and repair. He had known that he wouldn’t get another full-scale repair for a year, maybe more. Particularly if the Fleet conquered the Quurzod and moved on, like planned. Then the Ivoire and the other ships in the Fleet wouldn’t get the full-scale treatment for five years. It would take that long to build Sector Base W, at the edges of the new sector of space.

  He hadn’t planned on ever returning here.

  He certainly hadn’t planned on returning here in defeat.

  Or what felt like defeat.

  And now the base looked wrong.

  “You sure we’re seeing Sector Base V?” he asked Dix Pompiono.

  Dix stood at the station farthest from Coop, in case the bridge got hit. Dix figured that if as much distance as possible separated them, one of them would survive.

  Coop had always figured if the bridge got hit, the entire vessel would disappear. The anacapa drive—small as it was—was located on the bridge itself. If the drive took a direct hit, then the drive’s protections would fail. Half the ship would be in this dimension, half in another—if they were lucky. If they weren’t, the entire thing might explode.

  Maybe it was the half-and-half dimensions that made Dix want to stay separate from Coop. They’d never discussed it, and they weren’t about to now.

  “It sure as hell doesn’t look like Sector Base V,” Dix said. “But the readings say it is.”

  It looked like Sector Base V to Coop. He recognized some of the specialized equipment, built with parts of the indigenous rock.

  “We’re in the right point in space,” said Anita Tren. She stood at her post, even though her built-in chair brushed against her backside.

  “Have you confirmed that we’re under Venice City?” Coop asked.

  Venice City, the latest settlement. “Latest” was technically accurate, but the location, on the most remote planet in this sector, had been settled fifty years before Coop was born. At his first visit here, on his tenth birthday, he had thought the city old.

  His father had laughed at that, telling Coop there were places in this sector that had been colonized for thousands of years. Human habitation, his father had said, although no one knew where those humans had originated.

  The Fleet, everyone knew, originally came from Earth, but so long ago that no one alive had seen the home planet or even the home solar system. Earth felt like a myth, something rare and special and lost to time.

  The base looked dimmer than usual. The equipment seemed smaller in the emptiness. Some lights were on, but not many. And the bulk of the base disappeared into the darkness.

  “Is something wrong with the screens, then?” Coop asked Yash Zarlengo.

  She had left her station. She had walked up to the nearest wall screen and was investigating it with her handheld, as well as with the fingertips of her left hand.

  “I’m not reading any problems. These images are coming from the ship’s exterior just like they should be,” she said.

  Coop frowned and wished, not for the first time, that the original Fleet engineers had thought it proper to build portals into the bridge. He would like to do a visual comparison of what he saw on the wall screens with what he saw out the portal.

  But he would have to leave the bridge to do that.

  So he snapped his finger at the most junior officer on deck, Kjersti Perkins. She didn’t even have to be told what he wanted. She nodded and exited.

  Perkins would have to walk three-tenths of a mile just to get to the nearest portal. The bridge was in the nose of the ship, completely protected by hull. The original engineers had thought the portals were for tourists, and didn’t insert any until the ship widened into its residential and business wings.

  But Coop couldn’t just worry about what was outside the ship. He also had to worry about what was inside the ship.

  “Give me updated damage reports,” he said.

  “Nothing new,” Yash said, which was a relief. Coop had been expecting more damage all over the ship. Normal activation of the anacapa drive often revealed weak spots in the ship, and this activation had been anything but normal.

  It had been desperate—more desperate than he ever wanted to admit.

  Fifteen days of drift—full engine failure, at least on the standard engines. The anacapa had worked—it had gotten them there, after all, wherever there was, which none of them could exactly figure out. It seemed like they’d moved dimensions just like they were supposed to, but something had gone wrong with the navigation equipment, confirmed by scans.

  An asteroid field where there shouldn’t be one. A star in the proper position, but not at the proper intensity. A planet with two moons instead of the expected three.

  Nothing was quite right, and yet a lot was. Coop hadn’t even wanted to think about the possibilities.

  He hadn’t dared.

  He’d set up the distress beacon, the one tied to the anacapa, so that it could reach any nearby bases, and prayed for an answer.

  Which hadn’t come.

  So he’d increased the scans. The Ivoire hadn’t been able to move yet—not with a regular drive, anyway, although repairs were coming along, as the engineers said—but everything else seemed to be working.

  They should have gotten a response from two different bases: Sector Base V and Sector Base U, which was at the very edge of their range. Not to mention Starbase Kappa, which—according to the records—wasn’t that far from here.

  Nothing. He’d left the signal on, but had checked it and had asked the science whiz kids in the school wing to work the design for a new signal, something a little less formal, he said, and he’d told their teacher what he really wanted was for them to build a new signal from scratch.

  Just in case the old one had been damaged in the fight with the Quurzod, and somehow that damage hadn’t registered. He couldn’t spare the engineers to do the work. He needed the students more than he ever had before.

  He hadn’t told the teacher that, but she clearly figured it out. She looked grimly determined and told him the kids would get on the project right away.

  They were only half done when Dix caught the edge of a reply.

  Automated from Sector Base V: We have heard your distress signal. We are prepared to use our own drive to bring you to us. If that is what you need, turn on your anacapa drive now.

  Without a second thought, Coop turned on the drive, and the Ivoire whisked out of the drift, their drive piggybacking on Sector Base V’s.

  The Ivoire’s journey took half a minute, maybe less. They were drifting in an unknown part of space, and then they weren’t.

  Then they were here, in Sector Base V, beneath the mountains that towered over Venice City.

  They were here and they should have been safe.

  But they weren’t.

  Coop had a sense they were in more trouble than they’d ever been in before.

  * * * *

  FOURTEEN

  A

  Dignity Vessel.

  An intact, functioning Dignity Vessel. My heart rate has increased and my breathing is shallow. My environmental suit issues warnings, thinking I’m in space, thinking I could die at any momen
t.

  If I were wreck diving, my team on the skip would be talking to me via the comm. They’d tell me to leave the dive, return to the skip.