Ghostworld (Deathstalker Prelude)

by Green, Simon R.

  “Maybe they saw ghosts too,” said Diana Vertue.

  Silence smiled briefly. “When we get inside the Base, you can ask them.”

  “And just how are we supposed to get inside?” said Frost sharply. “We don’t have anything powerful enough to break through a force screen. The disrupter cannon on the Darkwind might do the job, but that kind of firepower would flatten everything inside a square mile, most definitely including everything and everyone inside the screen. You’d be able to carry away what was left of Base Thirteen in a medium-sized bucket.”

  “Right,” said Stasiak, scowling unhappily. “There’s only one way we’re going to get past that screen, and that’s if someone inside the Base gets to the main command centre and shuts down the screen. And that doesn’t seem very likely, just at the moment. So, Captain, unless you have access to some kind of super-weapon the Empire has never heard of, we’ve come all this way for nothing.”

  Silence looked at him calmly. “Don’t raise your voice to me, Stasiak, there’s a good chap. I know what I’m doing. Computer, any hostile life signs outside the ship?”

  “Negative, Captain,” said the AI promptly. “There are no life signs anywhere within reach of my sensors. My files tell me that Base Thirteen has one hundred and twenty-seven personnel, but I regret I am unable to confirm that. The force screen blocks my sensor probes.”

  “What about the things that attacked us on the waydown?” said Diana Vertue. “They can’t have just vanished.”

  “My sensors detected no life signs at any time during the descent,” said the AI. “If there had been any attackers, I would have detected them and informed you of their nature. May I remind you, esper Vertue, this is a scorched world. Nothing lives here.”

  “Well, something beat the hell out of this ship on the way down,” said Frost. “I can see some of the dents from here.”

  “I agree that the pinnace has suffered extensive storm damage,” said the AI calmly. “Nevertheless, I must insist that there were no life forms present in the storm. If there were, my instruments would have detected them.”

  “I saw them with my esp,” said Diana. “I felt their rage.”

  “Hallucinations, perhaps,” said the AI. “Possibly brought about by the stress of the descent. I can supply tranquillizers if required.”

  “Not just now,” said Silence. “All right, people, get ready to disembark. Full field kit for everyone, and that includes you, esper. Move it!”

  The pinnace crew rose quickly to their feet and gathered around the Investigator as she broke open the arms locker and passed out the equipment. The two marines looked at each other thoughtfully. Full field kit meant a steelmesh tunic, concussion and incendiary grenades, swords and energy guns, and a personal force shield. That kind of kit was normally reserved for open firefights and full-scale riot control. Stasiak took his armful of equipment and moved as far away from the Captain and the Investigator as the cramped space would allow. Ripper followed him, and the two marines put their heads together as they ostensibly busied themselves in sorting out their kits.

  “I hate this,” said Stasiak quietly. “I hate this planet, and I hate this mission. Full field kit for what’s supposed to be a dead planet? A Captain who talks about ghosts and super-weapons? The man is seriously disturbed, Ripper. Dammit to hell, only five more months and my time was up. Five short months, and I’d have been out of the Service and my own man again. But of course nothing ever goes right for me, so I end up being volunteered for this bloody mess. A crazy Captain and an insane mission. Hallucinations, my ass. I don’t care if this is a scorched world; something’s still alive here, and it isn’t friendly.”

  “Then why couldn’t we find any targets for our guns?” murmured Ripper, pulling on his baldric with practiced ease. “There’s no doubt this is a scorched world. I checked the ship’s computers before the drop. Ten years ago, six starcruisers hit Unseeli with everything they had. Wiped the planet clean, pole to pole.”

  “Six ships?” said Stasiak. “Standard procedure for a scorching is two starcruisers, three if you’re in a hurry. What did they have down here that they thought they needed six ships to deal with it?”

  “There’s more,” said Ripper. “Guess who was in charge of scorching Unseeli?”

  Stasiak stopped struggling with the buckles on his baldric. “Silence?”

  “Got it in one. He was in charge of putting down the Ashrai rebellion. When that got out of hand, he was the one who called for a scorch.”

  Stasiak shook his head slowly. “This just gets better and better. This is going to be a bad one, Rip. I can feel it in my water.”

  “Don’t worry; trust the old Ripper. He’ll see you through.”

  Stasiak just looked at him.

  The esper Diana Vertue struggled to pull on her steelmesh tunic. The label said it was her size, but the label was a liar. She finally pulled it into place by brute force, and emerged from the neck red-faced and gasping. The long vest was heavy and awkward, and she hated to think what it was going to feel like after she’d been wearing it for a few hours. She looked at the sword and hand disrupter she’d been issued, hesitated, and then moved back to the arms locker to put them away.

  “I wouldn’t,” said Investigator Frost. “The odds are you’re going to need them.”

  “I don’t use weapons,” said the esper firmly. “I’m not a killer. I’ll keep the force shield, but that’s all.”

  The Investigator shrugged. “It’s your neck.” She settled her holstered disrupter comfortably on her right hip, and drew a sword in a scabbard from the arms locker. It was a long sword, definitely not regulation issue, and the Investigator slung it over her left shoulder and buckled it into place so that it hung down her back. The tip of the scabbard almost touched the floor behind her. Frost noticed the esper’s curious gaze, and smiled slightly.

  “It’s a claymore. Old Earth sword. Been in my clan for generations. It’s a good blade.”

  “Have you ever killed anyone with it?” asked Vertue. Her tone was polite, but the Investigator stiffened at the disapproval she sensed in the esper.

  “Of course,” said Frost. “That’s my job.” She reached into the locker and brought out a bandolier of grenades. She pulled it tight across her chest and flexed her arms a few times to make sure it wouldn’t interfere with her movements. She looked at the esper. “If you’re not willing to fight, stay out of my way. And don’t expect me to look after you. That’s not my job.”

  She slammed the arms locker shut and moved over to join the Captain and the two marines waiting at the airlock door. Vertue looked after her for a moment but said nothing. She joined the others, her gaze on her feet. Silencelooked them all over, raised an eyebrow at the esper’s lack of weapons, and then keyed in the security codes for the airlock door. The door hissed open, and Silence led the way in. The airlock was just big enough to take them all, and when the door hissed shut behind them, the cramped space became disturbingly claustrophobic. Vertue hugged herself tightly to stop herself trembling. She’d never liked enclosed spaces.

  “Odin, this is the Captain,” said Silence through his comm implant. “Respond, please.”

  “Contact confirmed,” murmured the AI in his ear. “Sensor scans are still normal. No life forms within sensor range. Air, temperature, and gravity are within acceptable limits. You have seven hours daylight remaining.”

  “Open the hatch, computer.”

  The outer door swung open with a hiss of compressed air. Silence stepped forward, and then hesitated in the doorway as a breeze brought him the scent of Unseeli. It was a sharp, smoky scent, and though he hadn’t smelt it for ten years, it was immediately familiar to him, as though he’d never left. He lifted his head a little, and stepped out onto the landing pads followed by the others. The grey afternoon was bitter cold and his breath steamed on the air before him. There was a series of faint clicks as the heating elements in his uniform kicked in. Tall metal trees surrounded the landing field,
filling the horizon no matter which way he looked. It was ten years since he’d last looked on the metallic forest of Unseeli. It seemed like yesterday.

  Base Thirteen stood in the centre of the landing field, hidden behind its force screen. The protective dome swirled and shimmered, like a huge pearl in a dull metal setting. It was easy to imagine something dark and unknown squatting behind the screen, staring out at the pinnace’s crew and waiting for them to come to it. A sudden chill ran up Silence’s spine that had nothing to do with the cold. He smiled sourly and shrugged the thought aside. He looked around to see what his people made of their new surroundings. The two marines had their disrupters in their hands and were glancing quickly about them, checking for threats and familiarizing themselves with the territory. The Investigator was standing a little to one side, calmly studying the force screen. The esper was hugging herself against the cold and staring out at the forest, her eyes very large in her pale, bony face. None of them looked particularly worried. That would change, soon enough. Silence coughed loudly to get their attention.

  “I’m going to have to leave you for a while. The Investigator is in charge until I return. Any problems, she can contact me on the command channel. But unless it’s vitally important, I don’t want to be disturbed. We’re going to need help to get through that screen, and I think I know where to find some.”

  Frost looked at him narrowly. “Help? On Unseeli? Don’t you think it’s about time you filled us in on what’s going on here, Captain?”

  “No,” said Silence. “Not just yet.”

  “Well, can you at least tell us where you’re going?”

  “Of course, Investigator. I’m going to talk to the traitor called Carrion. He’s going to get us through the force screen. That’s if he doesn’t decide to kill us all first.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  * * *

  Ghosts

  RIPPER and Stasiak were supposed to be establishing a perimeter around the landing field, but they spent most of their time studying the enigmatic metal forest through the swirling mists. They had both volunteered for the job, Ripper because he believed in the value of a good, secure perimeter, and Stasiak because he was glad of a chance to get away from the Investigator. He’d heard a lot of stories about the Empire’s most renowned assassins, and now that he’d met Frost he was ready to believe a lot of things he hadn’t before. Investigators were the Empire’s elite, trained to deal with situations too dangerous or too complex for ordinary troops. Their speciality lay in dealing with new alien species. They would study the aliens in depth, work out how best to exploit, enslave, or destroy them, and then lead the mission that would bring the alien world into the Empire, one way or another. They were unparalleled fighters, cold and calculating strategists, unstoppable by anything but death. They were said to be as strange and inhuman as the aliens they studied, and Stasiak believed it. Just being around Frost made his skin crawl.

  The two marines moved slowly round the boundary of the landing pads, setting down proximity mines at regular intervals and priming them to detonate the moment anything approached within the designated distance. Ripper was a great believer in proximity mines; they not only discouraged people from sneaking up on you, they alsoprovided plenty of warning that the enemy was abroad. Ripper slapped the mine before him affectionately, ignoring Stasiak’s wince. The mine wasn’t much to look at, but there was enough explosive crammed into the flat grey disc to ruin anybody’s day.

  The perimeter had taken longer to establish than he’d expected, and not just because of the time they spent warily watching the forest. The landing field was even larger than it looked, and it looked immense. Ripper tried to imagine how the field must have looked when the Base was first being established and the massive starcruisers were landing and taking off every hour, like huge flying mountains, but he couldn’t. The scale was just too great. He started to mention it to Stasiak, but changed his mind. Stasiak was a good man to have at your back in a fight, but he wasn’t the most imaginative of men. If you couldn’t eat it, drink it, fight it, or get a leg over it, Stasiak really wasn’t interested.

  He was currently scowling out into the mists again, and Ripper reluctantly followed his gaze. There was something about Unseeli in general, and Base Thirteen in particular, that disturbed him deeply on some primitive, instinctive level. The sheer size of the metal trees was intimidating, making him feel small and insignificant, like a church mouse staring up at a vast cathedral. And then there was the mist, enveloping the metallic forest like a grubby off-white shroud. Ripper kept thinking he saw vague shapes moving at the edge of the forest, come and gone in the blink of an eye. There was a constant feeling of being watched, an almost tangible pressure of unseen, watching eyes. Alien eyes.

  The silence was unnerving too. The only sounds on the still air were those the two marines made themselves, and they were quickly swallowed up by the quiet. No creature roared, no bird sang, and the air was deathly still. Dead world. Ghostworld. Ripper scowled, and let his hand rest on the disrupter at his side while Stasiak finished layingdown the last mine. There was a feeling of imminence on the air, of something vital finally about to happen after many years of waiting. But all around, everything was still and quiet. Dead.

  Stasiak ran quickly through the activating routine, primed the proximity mine, and stood up next to Ripper. Anyone who approached the perimeter now without the right codes in their implant would find themselves suddenly scattered across an extremely large area. Stasiak sniffed unhappily and hitched the gun on his hip to a more comfortable position. He’d hoped to feel more secure once the perimeter was established, but he couldn’t honestly say that he did. One look at the forest was enough to put his teeth on edge. Strange colors glowed in the depths of the mists, curious and unsettling hues that swirled slowly like dye in water. They faded in and out, their slow, deliberate movements implying something that bordered on purpose or meaning, some alien intent unfathomable by the human mind. Ripper tapped him on the arm to get his attention, and Stasiak all but jumped out of his skin. He glared at Ripper, who stared calmly back.

  “If you’ve quite finished trying to give me a coronary,” said Stasiak, “perhaps we could get the hell away from here and back to the pinnace?”

  Ripper looked at him with amusement. “I thought you were relieved to be putting some distance between you and the big bad Investigator?”

  Stasiak shrugged briefly, looking out at the forest again. “I was, but this is even creepier than she is. I keep … seeing things. Hearing things. Come on, Rip; you’ve felt it too, I can tell. There’s something out there in the mists, watching us.”

  “The computer was quite specific,” said Ripper neutrally. “According to all the pinnace’s instruments, the only living things on this planet are us. Unless you’re suggesting the planet is haunted …”

  “Why not?” said Stasiak, looking seriously at Ripper. “Strange things have been known to happen out here on the Rim. Remember the Ghost Warriors, and the Wolfling in the Madness Maze? You can find anything out here on the Rim. Anything.”

  “Even so,” said Ripper. “I still draw the line at ghosts.”

  “Something attacked us on the way down, something the sensors swore weren’t there. And what about this Carrion guy the Captain’s gone looking for? Assuming he isn’t a ghost or a walking corpse, that means someone’s found a way to hide from Empire sensors. And if one man’s learned to do it, how do we know others haven’t? A whole lot of others, heavily armed and just waiting to descend on us the moment we let our guard down.”

  “You’re determined to be cheerful, aren’t you?” said Ripper. “All right, I’ve got a bad feeling about this place too, but I’m not letting my nerves run away with me. I’m not going to start worrying till I’ve got something definite I can aim a gun at. You worry too much, Lew. These mines will stop anything, up to and including a charging Hadenman.”

  “And if you’re wrong, and there is something nasty out there?”


  “Then you can say I told you so,” said Ripper calmly.

  Stasiak shook his head, unconvinced. “There must have been something nasty here for the Base to raise their screen. I mean, that’s a last-ditch defence; it’s what you do when you’ve tried everything else and none of it’s worked. I don’t like this, Rip. I don’t like the feel of this mission at all.”

  “Neither do I,” said a calm female voice behind them. Both marines spun round sharply to find Investigator Frost standing almost on top of them. Ripper and Stasiak exchanged a swift glance as they realised neither of them had heard the Investigator approaching, despite the eerie quiet.

  “There’s still no response from the Base.” said Frost. “There’s nothing wrong with our equipment, so either the Base personnel don’t want to talk to us, or they can’t. Which suggests, at the very least, there’s something here capable of scaring the hell out of an entire Base. Except, of course, our instruments continue to assure us there’s no one down here but us.”

  “What about Carrion?” said Stasiak, and the Investigator nodded slowly.

  “Yes, what about Carrion? Have either of you heard the name before?”

  “No,” said Ripper. “Have you?”

  Frost frowned thoughtfully. “Most of Unseeli’s records are sealed behind Security codes even I don’t have access to, but I’ve managed to dig up a few things that aren’t exactly common knowledge. The traitor Carrion used to be a high-ranking officer serving under Captain Silence, back when the Empire was fighting its war against the indigenous species, the Ashrai. Carrion turned against his own kind and fought with the Ashrai, against humanity. Quite successfully, from what I can tell. He apparently displayed quite powerful esper abilities in combat, though interestingly enough there are no records of his having any such abilities before he came to Unseeli. He was supposed to have died with the Ashrai, when the planet was scorched.”