This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
DELTA FRINGE SERIES BOXSET 1-3. Copyright (c) 2019 by Heather Lee Dyer. All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from Heather Lee Dyer.
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ISBN 978-1-7329992-1-3 E-book
Contents
STATION CORONER
1. Coroner’s Daughter
2. Field Trip
3. The Valiant
4. Electrical Fire
5. Earned Respect
6. Temporary Connection
7. News Travels Fast
8. The Tempest
9. Sergeant Scott
10. Escape Pods
11. Crew of Fifty
12. Derek’s Secret
13. Bag and Tag
14. More Questions
15. Nightmares
16. Something About Scott
17. Back to School
18. Unexpected Friendship
19. Attack
20. Radios
21. Collision
22. Triage
23. Peer Pressure
24. Bone Laser
25. The Morgue
26. Different Pasts
27. Mining Secrets
28. Hiding Derek
29. Trapped
30. Blood and Plans
31. Tunnels
32. Left Behind
33. Trusted Friends
34. Smugglers
35. Return to a New Normal
FRINGE ATTACK
1. La Muerta
2. Not A Drill
3. Space Pirates
4. Bait
5. Leaving Delta
6. New Tech
7. Mars Connection
8. Research
9. Anton Sky
10. Deadly Alliance
11. Heart of the Mine
12. Trapped
13. Body Ship
14. Frozen Alive
15. Thawing Out
16. Uneasy Truce
17. Old Evil
18. Dangerous Faction
19. Tunnels Again
20. Escape
21. Fugitives
22. Four Words
23. All Seems Lost
24. Plan Against All Odds
MARS COLONY
1. Diversion
2. Aubrie's Secret
3. Commander Guram
4. Teamwork
5. Approach
6. Space Dock 10
7. Running
8. Tunnels
9. Zion Tavet
10. Double Cross
11. Direction
12. Loyalty to the Mines
13. Free Fall
14. Midpoint - Deadly Discovery
15. Exterminating the Evidence
16. Trapped
17. Residential Level
18. Research
19. False Hope
20. Secrets
21. Councilman Jeffs
22. The Council
23. Truth
24. All is Lost
25. Endings and New Beginnings
About the Author
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
STATION CORONER. Copyright (c) 2018 by Heather Lee Dyer. All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from Heather Lee Dyer.
www.heatherleedyer.com
https://www.instagram.com/heatherleedyer/
Library of Congress Control Number: 2018954389 First Edition August 2018
ISBN 978-1-7322800-3-8 Paperback
ISBN 978-1-7322800-4-5 E-book
Dedicated to the Apollo 1 team we lost.
1
Coroner’s Daughter
I pull the scalpel neatly across the pale wrist, opening up a perfect inch-long cut. The embedded microchip pulls out easily with tweezers, and I drop it with a wet clank on the metal tray beside me. There's not much blood to sponge up, so I use glue to press the flesh back together.
The freezer bag already has her name, dates of birth and death, cause of death, and her class designation within the Delta Station. I place the small implant into the bag and push the completed specimen through the secure slot near the lab door. I hear it plop into the container with the others I've removed this week. These bags will be picked up by security tomorrow. They will sanitize the chips, download the data and then reprogram them for the next Delta newcomer.
Exhausted, I sink back onto the metal stool. I've spent all weekend in this cold autopsy room. A virus had spread throughout one of the barge ships that docked with our station a few days ago. Although Delta Station is the last civilized stop at the edge of the Milky Way Galaxy, it does have well-implemented rules and regulations. Thankfully, one of those is twenty-four hour quarantine on all ships docking here, whether civilian or galactic. Scans of the barge were able to detect the sickness before they cycled the ship’s seals open. This saved the rest of us from being infected.
The woman on my table and her crewmates in the freezer must've lived on Delta at one time before working on the barge ship, because they all have Delta chips. The triangular-shaped implants serve as currency, identification, and station access to all those who live and work here.
Following protocol, I document everything and then cover the body back up.
When I take my gloves off to dispose of them, they rub against my own Delta chip, making me wince slightly. My dark skin is still irritated by the recent implantation. As the medical examiner's daughter, my chip gives me high priority access to most areas of Delta. The only place I'm not allowed is the main security office, which I find strange since they're right next door to the morgue. We even share an emergency door between us.
I glance around the room to make sure everything is back in order before I push the body back into the freezer and close the door. I lean my forehead against the metal, welcoming the cold burn. After Mom died, I had to leave behind my home under the domes of Mars Colony to come here to live with my dad on Delta Station. And if losing Mom and having to move halfway across the galaxy wasn't enough, my apprenticeship started over here on Delta. Which means I missed out on applying for the medical team on the 2080 long-term mission to heart of the Carina Dwarf galaxy.
My throat tightens as I fight back tears. Mom was my best friend and my greatest supporter. I love my dad, but we're still getting to know each other. I take in a deep breath of cold, metallic air.
A trio of beeps startles me, and I pull my forehead away from the door and look at my wrist.
Red digital numbers glow faintly through my skin from the implant, letting me know I’m going to be late for school. Phobos’ dust, not again. I pull myself from my dark thoughts and strip off my scrubs and wash my hands.
My quarters are just down the corridor, and I hurry to grab my book bag. They use 3D vids in the classrooms, but I still like taking my own notes and sketching on my tablet. I'm also trudging my way through some of Mom's medical textbooks, so I always have one with me at all times.
I slip out the front door of the morgue, pausing only long enough to listen for the soft hum of the door lock engaging. Officially, they call this leg of Delta the Gray Sector, since the color strips along the mechanical walking
paths are marked either black or gray. But everyone on Delta Station usually just calls it the dead sector. It contains the medical examiner's office, the morgue, the medical and dental offices, a small hospital, and security.
Most of us who work in this sector also live here instead of in the main residential area, the Blue Sector, which I'm very grateful for. This lessens my chances of running into other people.
I don't mind working with the dead, it's the live ones that I'm afraid of.
I take a short cut through the business district, ducking down connecting corridors that lead behind the businesses. I then hop onto the main business walkway, the metal grids softly grinding under my Vans. The business district is the Red Sector. When I first moved here, I would take these walkways for hours. Gray, red, blue. At each leg of the triangle, I would have to hop off that walkway and jump on the next one. I enjoyed listening to the hum and click as it moved me effortlessly around the station. It reminded me of the mining machines deep in the red Mars dirt that I grew up watching.
This sector – one of the legs of the triangle that makes up Delta station – contains clothing and gift shops, restaurants, entertainment rooms, and the school and daycare areas. Space docks are built at each point of the triangle.
A magnificent greenhouse enclosed under a clear dome fills in the middle of the triangle. I trail my hand on the glass as I allow the pathway to carry me down the corridor. I enjoy seeing the lush greenery through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Trees and bushes bloom with every color imaginable.
As much as I enjoy this side of the station, the outer side is still my favorite. The windows of the outside walkways face out into space. From those pathways I can watch ships coming and going from the station against a background of dark space and a thick blanket of stars.
I hop off the walkway in the middle of the business sector. Here the noise level is the highest in the whole station. Most of life aboard the station happens here. It's the social center, which is why I usually avoid this area, especially during peak times like this. But I'm late, so I endure it since it’s a shortcut to school. I step onto the yellow walkway that bisects the business district, and that leads to my school. It moves too slowly for me this morning, so I jog at the far edge, earning glares from other riders.
The pubs and cafes are brimming with loud voices and the aroma of coffee and breakfast foods. My stomach rumbles, and I realize I forgot to eat again. I'll have to remember to check my pack for a nutrition bar.
Several survivors from the barge ship sit quietly around a table at one of the crowded restaurants. Their unusually bright uniforms are hard to miss. Miss Ana’s is the local favorite, especially among the indie shipping crews, since she has a magical way of making everyone welcome with her never ending smile and delicious food. As usual, several security guards are milling around, keeping an eye on the crowd.
I step off the walkway at the front door of the school and place my wrist on the scanner. After it beeps, I hurry through and try to slip quietly from the corridor into my regular seat in the back of class. The hard plastic creaks loudly, and I cringe.
The desks are in tiered rows so I have no hope of going unnoticed by our teacher, Mr. Thomas. I'm also tall for my age, and of course the new girl. So as hard as I try to be invisible, I'm not.
There's quiet laughter to my right. "Hey muerta, you have a ghost to take care of this morning?" Derek Paz leans around his friends, an ugly grin on his otherwise handsome face.
I swallow hard and stiffly turn in my seat toward the front. I clutch my growling stomach as I try to block them out. They're being juvenile. Just ignore them, Bren.
Mr. Thomas glances up but continues on with his lecture. He has 3D images of old starships projected behind him. As different classes and models of the space-faring ships light up, I lean forward, extremely interested in every detail. I've memorized just about every starship created. Now this is more like it. We're finally getting to space history.
Although I loved living on Mars Colony, the one thing that frustrated me was their deliberate ignorance toward space colonization. The ruling council discouraged any travel off Mars, and didn't allow space history or technology to be taught in the upper grades.
Mom felt safe under the domes of Mars and didn't want to travel farther, anyway. But Dad always wanted to explore the unknown, to see what was beyond Sol system. Eventually, they ended up going their separate ways. I guess my wanderlust comes from my dad.
I sigh as I look at the rotating ships. It took a lot of begging Mom in order to apply to test for the 2080 mission. I had studied on my own, downloading textbooks off the vids. Now I'm not sure what my future holds. I might not still be stuck under the domes of Mars, but I'm still living on a station, when what I really want is to be exploring space from a starship.
I pull out my electronic tablet pen and start drawing the starships as Mr. Thomas drones on beneath the detailed vids. I know each and every one of them inside and out, but I never tire of hearing about them and all the places they've explored. Drawing always relaxes me, and soon I have several ships outlined and filled in, my fingers aching for more.
"Miss Teves?"
I whip my head up, warmth creeping up my neck. "Yes, sir?"
Mr. Thomas stares up at me, his eye cam gleaming.
More laughter comes from all around the room as my confused image is projected onto the vid screen behind our teacher. Horrified, I sink lower in my seat. The hard plastic presses painfully into my spine.
"Since you seem to be daydreaming instead of listening to my lecture, I'm volunteering you for the first set of field trips. This hands-on experience will be half of your grade for this class."
I groan inwardly. Not because of the field trip – I love getting off station – but because I was caught not paying attention again.
I hear snickering to my right and turn to glare at Derek.
"And you, Mr. Paz, will be on her team."
I smile as Derek now looks like a just-caught fish with his mouth hanging open.
"But Mr. T, I've already got a group signed up." He gestures to his friends on either side of him.
"I don't care." Mr. Thomas shakes his head, a smile playing across his lips. "Seems neither you nor Miss Teves needs the benefit of this lecture, so you'll be the first in the class to tour the Valiant."
Murmurs and low whispers fill the room. My stomach twists painfully as everyone's attention focuses on Derek and me.
"There's a security team waiting for you near airlock 2C."
I look over and Derek's dark eyes flash as he pushes himself out of his seat.
I quickly put my tablet away and stand up. Although I'm excited to finally be able to get off the station, I sure didn't want to do it with Derek. This is definitely the worst thing that's happened to me since coming to Delta. I'll have to spend the day with my least favorite person, and the one who gave me the nickname of la muerta, the dead girl. I throw my pack over my shoulder and head toward the exit, careful to keep my head down as heat creeps up my neck.
2
Field Trip
Thankful that I always sit in the back, close to the door, I take long strides out of the classroom. I've tried hard to be invisible, not speaking up, not trying to make any friends. The irony is that I already have my high school diploma. My dad thought a senior year on Delta station would help me make friends. But all I want to do is to finish my last year of school quietly and apply for the Carina 2080 mission. Again.
With my head down, I hurry through the business sector, past the security offices, morgue and medical offices. I then cut through the back passage to the windows to the stars. I hop onto the walkway and allow it to gently carry me along. I face the window and enjoy the serenity of watching the occasional spaceship pass by. Bright stars glimmer against the black background of space where I imagine one day I will join them.
Too soon I'm at the space dock. There are a series of seals to go through that lead out to the actual docks. The doc
k master's office and supply station are also out here. I place my wrist under the bio scanner, and the glass door shimmers green as it slides aside. I do the same with the next seal. Here the dock master greets me with a smile. He's one of the few people on Delta not put off by the job my dad and I do. Most people don't want to touch or be around us since we work with the deceased. Dad's gotten used to it over the years, but I find it hard to be treated like I've got some kind of infectious disease. It wasn’t like that on Mars.
"How's it going little lady? Coming out to see the new ships docking today?"
"Not this time, Mr. Daneel. I–"
The door behind me whooshes open, and Derek saunters in.
I frown. This is going to be a long day. I look back at the dock master. "We're going on the first trip out to the Valiant today."
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