The Survivors: Books 1-6

by Nathan Hystad

  I passed around the freshly heated freezer-pack dinners, though we really didn’t know what time our internal clocks were working on since we all had such different schedules. With just the five of us, we had to split the small number of chores.

  I bent down, passing Clare a dinner plate, and noticed my side didn’t hurt at all any more from the movement. It was almost entirely healed. I only wished Mary had the same success. She was still in a lot of pain, popping more pills than she thought was healthy.

  “Where the hell is she bringing us?” I asked for the hundredth time.

  “I guess we won’t know until we get there,” Mary said between bites of her heated-up quinoa mixture.

  The map on the side of the viewscreen flashed, expanding at Clare’s direction. Mae’s ship icon blinked and was gone, the map zooming out once again.

  “Son of a bitch. Another wormhole?” Nick asked.

  Setting my plate down, I almost looked for Carey, who would inevitably come sniffing around looking for a way to steal the chicken off my plate. But Carey was on another ship heading to a new world. As the map expanded, and I saw the universe enlarge around us, I suddenly wanted to be sitting back on Earth with Mary and Carey, in front of a fireplace at a resort in Vermont.

  “That slows us down a bit, since we were aiming to cut her off on her trajectory. Looks like we can get to that spot in an hour.”

  “At least we have time to eat,” Nick said, nearly getting a smile from Clare.

  TWENTY-TWO

  The wormhole was hard to spot again, but there it was, a window into another galaxy.

  “Sending in probes,” Clare said.

  “I’m no scientist, but even a theoretical wormhole is near impossible to work, let alone stay open,” I said, baffled by the phenomena.

  Clare turned while the probes shot back data. “You’re right. They need an outside force.”

  I pondered that before standing up fast, nearly knocking my empty plate over. “Outside force like technology?”

  She nodded, pursing her lips slightly. “Sure. If there was a way for them to keep the gateway open, that might make sense. Bear in mind, I have no real understanding of this other than the Hawking books I read in college.”

  “Send more probes out. Look for any electrical or nuclear radiance that isn’t coming from us.”

  We waited for the results to come back.

  “Probe 9351 found something. Wait.” Clare was almost giddy with excitement. “9714 found the same results.”

  “Take us to one, please,” I said, standing behind the helm’s console.

  Slate zoomed on the coordinates, and we saw a hovering satellite. No doubt this was one of the things keeping the gateway open.

  “Look, I find this fascinating too, but every second we stay here looking at this piece of alien metal, Mae is getting closer to her target,” Slate said, clearly agitated.

  “Just record their emittance frequency, and let’s get out of here.” I had a plan for when we passed back through the fold in space. If we came back.

  Soon we were hovering in front of the wormhole. I was holding the device with Bhlat DNA affixed to its sensors. Just holding it was making me feel better about going into the mouth of the beast.

  “Everyone strapped in this time?” Mary asked from her seat.

  “Affirmative,” Slate said after a quick scan of the bridge.

  “Three… two… one.” Clare eased the ship into the opening, and it felt like we entered the gates of hell. The ship lurched back and forth, like a boat in a tumultuous storm on the sea. The inertial dampeners, already patched up after our last venture, kicked in and out, and it felt like my head was going to rip clean off my shoulders. As badly as I felt, I worried for Mary as we tossed about, but just as quickly as it started, it ended as we exited the other end.

  “Are you all okay?” I asked, getting out of my seat to cross over to Mary.

  Her eyes were closed, and blood ran from her lips. My hand ran to her face, and her eyes darted open. “It’s all right. It’s just me,” I said calmly.

  Her fingers traced her mouth, coming away with her blood on the tips. “I’m fine. I bit my tongue.”

  “Well, that was better than the first time,” Slate said, getting up too. The map had zoomed once again, and Clare left the bridge to check on the engineer room. “She’s not using her FTL yet. That could mean a couple of things. Either she’s having trouble with her ship or the target’s near.”

  Slate looked every bit as imposing as I’d seen him before. If I didn’t know better, he was itching for a battle; a final showdown.

  Clare’s voice came through the console speakers. “Everything checks out here. We should be good to go.”

  Mary moved to the helm position, though I could see her wince in pain at doing so.

  “She’s slowing down,” Mary said, pointing to the map. “We’ll be at her location in thirty minutes.”

  “It’d be a lot faster if we just toss this baby into FTL for a minute,” I suggested, getting a smile in return from Slate.

  “I like the cut of your jib, boss. I’ll suit up. Care to join me?” he asked, and I didn’t answer because he wouldn’t like to hear what I really thought. I just nodded sullenly, anxious for a resolution to this chase, but worried about what that outcome would look like.

  I felt my pocket for the Deltra device and couldn’t find it. Panic coursed through my body until I found it on the ground across the bridge. It must have gone flying when we were jostled around in the wormhole.

  I pressed the touchscreen, and yellow light glowed in a ring around it. Everything looked fine.

  “Be careful,” Mary said.

  I leaned over, giving her a deep kiss, long enough to make a sailor blush.

  “I love you,” I said, hoping it wasn’t for the last time. She mouthed it back to me, a tear falling down her cheek.

  Leaving that bridge was the most difficult thing I’d ever had to do, and considering what I’d been through, that meant a lot.

  “Nick, what are you waiting for? Suit up,” Slate said, causing the doctor’s mouth to fall open.

  “What? Me? Out there?” Nick stammered.

  “Why do you think I’ve been training you? So you can go home and win the Hill Valley state karate competition?” Slate asked.

  “Oh crap, you’re serious,” Nick said.

  “It’s time for the big leagues, my friend. Don’t worry; we just need you for backup. We still don’t know what we’re getting into,” Slate said, and I saw Nick’s tense look loosen up a little.

  The corridor to the weapons room felt longer this trip.

  “What do you think we’re going to find?” I asked Slate while Nick was busy getting his assigned suit on.

  “She might be bringing us right into the hive of the enemy. Good thing you have that weapon,” he said, nodding his chin to the device in my hand.

  As much as I wanted to protect Earth, I wasn’t sure genocide of a race was the answer this time.

  “Of course, we’ll still need to eliminate Mae when it’s said and done,” Slate whispered in my ear.

  I solemnly nodded, still not believing we had to kill my close friend. I felt so used by her.

  “Don’t worry, boss. I’ll make the shot if that helps.”

  It didn’t. “I’ll do what’s necessary.” The words came out, but I didn’t recall saying them.

  We got suited up, leaving our helmets off, and lined them beside our weapons in the storage room next to the ropes and tethers. I pushed the pin on Nick’s collar just long enough to see him glow green as Slate held him.

  “I’m not looking forward to this,” he said.

  “Just press this, push yourself through on this bar” – I lowered the bar from the center of the room – “and don’t forget to strap in. You don’t want to end up floating around in space. We haven’t had a chance to train you on the suit’s propulsion system yet.”

  This just made him pale more, if that was poss
ible. A year ago, I would have looked just like him, but I’d been thrown into a desperate position with no other options.

  “You guys have to see this.” Clare said through the speakers.

  We crossed the ship and entered the bridge, amazed at what we were seeing.

  “Our cloaking tech is functional, right?” I asked.

  “They can’t see us,” Clare said.

  The viewscreen showed us a planet in the distance, and one of the two stars in the system, on opposite corners of the planets, which made for a complicated orbit pattern and had to be hell on days and nights. Maybe whatever life was on them had adapted to that, if there was any life.

  Before us was a satellite, a small moon for the closest planet, which reminded me of a sand-colored Mars. The viewscreen zoomed, and there was Mae’s ship, hovering near the moon.

  “Look.” Mary zoomed closer and we saw a structure on the surface. It stretched out in an intricate system of halls leading to an assortment of outbuildings. There was obviously no atmosphere, and probably very little gravity, so they had a sealed colony.

  Beside the structure, three ships were settled on the rocky surface.

  “This looks like an outpost. We must be closer to their home galaxy,” Slate said, clenching his fists. “We can’t let Mae get to them.”

  Mae’s ship was just hovering there. She was either contemplating her next move, or she was waiting for clearance. Clare tried to scan all communication frequencies, but nothing came across.

  The good news was, they still didn’t know we were there.

  “What do we do?” I asked, looking to Slate for guidance.

  “We go down there, activate that death tool you have, and blow up Mae’s ship.” He said it so straight-faced, it startled me.

  “What if there are more than Bhlat down there?” I asked, playing devil’s advocate.

  “That’s why we have guns,” he replied, a smile crossing his face. It was more than a little unsettling.

  “Does it end here? We stop Mae, we stop the outpost from ever passing on the knowledge we were here, and we go home. Right?” I laid it out and everyone nodded.

  The device was light in my pocket, but the weight of what it could do almost caused me to sit down. The good news was, I would just need to use it one last time. To kill the potential enemy before they knew what hit them, in order to keep humanity a secret longer.

  “How close do you think we need to be to use it?” Mary asked, not having to say what “it” was.

  I shook my head. “I don’t know, but I doubt it will work instantly from a thousand kilometers. I’d say we fly over them and hope they can’t see us, turn it on, get Mae, and go home.” It sounded so easy. Part of me was excited that we might be on the way home in a very short amount of time; the other was tired of having to kill.

  “Bringing us in,” Mary said.

  Mae was still in space, and we went the long way to avoid crossing her path. The moon was rocky, small hills and mountains jutting out from it. The station was on the flattest part of the moon, which was even smaller in diameter than I had originally thought.

  I tried to gauge the size of the room and hall structure as we approached, and put it at about six city blocks long with about twenty separate buildings, each connected with dark corridors, no glass anywhere.

  When we hovered above the center of the area, I stood, sliding the device from my breast pocket. Tapping it turned the yellow ring on, and I scrolled to the icons, even though my helmet wasn’t on to translate the text. I remembered which to press.

  “God forgive me,” I whispered as I tapped the confirm icon.

  “Is it done?” Clare asked.

  Nothing on the base looked any different. Were they dead?

  The device ring shone red and started to flash. Text appeared over the screen. “I can’t read it, but I think something’s wrong.” Grabbing my helmet from beside my chair, I popped it on, locking it in, and let my HUD fire up. I scanned the device text again. DNA sample insufficient.

  “Shit. The DNA sample has failed. Must have messed up when it flew onto the ground when we were tossed around in the wormhole,” I said, my hands nearly trembling. I tapped it a few more times, trying to get it to work, and the same result occurred. I even popped the sample tray open on the back, careful not to add my own sample to it. This thing was dangerous.

  “You know what this means?” Slate asked, before answering his own question. “This means we go down there, kill one of them, and get a fresh sample. Then we beam the hell out and destroy them.”

  It was as sound a plan as we had. “Couldn’t we just blow them to hell?” This from Nick.

  “As much as I agree with the good doctor here, I think we need to get the sample. What if they do find their way to Earth? Having protection against them would be the difference between survival and extinction,” Mary said. I found it hard to argue with her logic.

  “Then it’s set. Let’s go, Slate. We’ll be back in a few minutes. Don’t leave without us.” I led the way off the bridge, catching a worried glance from Mary. I knew she wanted to be down there with me, but her injuries weren’t healed enough, and it was a lot safer on the bridge than in the spider’s web we were about to jump into.

  Nick was there beside us, passing us our rifles. He slid his helmet on. “Call me and I’ll be right there.”

  Slate clapped him on the arm. “Dean, you ready for this? We isolate a Bhlat, incapacitate him, take the sample, activate the thing, and walk out of here.”

  “Deal,” I said, pressing my pin, green light covering me once again. Nervous sweat dripped down my back and sides as I pushed on the bar, passing through the floor of the ship and into the light atmosphere of the moon, before crossing through the two-meter-thick ceiling of the building we hovered above.

  I emerged in a room, gun ready to fire at will, but it was nearly dark, soft lights coming from some wall computers. Slate was beside me; we unlatched our belts and made our way to the doorway.

  “All we need is one.” Slate took the lead. The door slid open at our foot pressure, making more noise than I wanted. So much for stealth.

  The hall went both directions, lights glowing along the floor. It was quiet. Left or right. Right would lead us to a group of larger buildings we’d seen from above, so Slate led us left, probably assuming there would be fewer enemies that way.

  We walked quietly, our rifles held up, ready for action.

  “Guys, Mae’s on the move. She’s landing in their shipyard,” Clare said in my earpiece.

  “That doesn’t change anything,” I said, Slate nodding firmly. He motioned to keep moving, and we approached another door to the left. Slate stepped in front of it, gun ready to blast, and it opened. He rushed in, gun moving from side to side, but the room was empty. It looked like weapons storage, and Slate’s eyes widened at the sight of huge alien guns lining the walls.

  “Later,” I assured him.

  Alarms clanged through the halls, and I winced at the volume. They knew we were here.

  TWENTY-THREE

  “What do we do?” I asked.

  “We keep moving,” was the reply I got.

  We checked each room. Some were empty; each served a different purpose. Whatever this place was, these guys were there for the long haul, or at least intended to be. Bunks lined the walls of a massive open space, enough room to sleep fifty of the large warrior race.

  Where were they all? We passed the kitchen and mess hall, and I couldn’t help but feel they weren’t so different than we were. Maybe there was hope we could all get along. Seeing the look of grim determination on Slate’s face, I doubted it. Hell, humans couldn’t even get along with themselves.

  Slate slid a finger in front of his mouth in a shushing motion and crept forward slowly. “There’s a group of them ahead. This is one of this side’s larger rooms. Maybe an auditorium.”

  The alarms still blazed, but not as loudly, and soon the sound went away, leaving just the flashing lights
to annoy us. I snuck a peek but quickly turned around, feeling like one was about to sneak up on us at any moment. The coast was clear. These Bhlat weren’t uniformed. Instead, they wore something akin to a jumpsuit. They weren’t carrying weapons, either.

  They kept moving in the same direction as us, and we poked our heads into the next room. It looked like a large laboratory, with indecipherable mathematic formulas on digital screens. The structure to them looked quite different than anything I’d ever seen, yet eerily familiar at the same time. My HUD translator read what it could understand to me, and it still made no sense.

  “Maybe it’s a science station,” I said.

  “It doesn’t make a difference.” Slate was trained for a mission, and he wasn’t going to sway from his objective. His linear warrior mind was focused on the task at hand, and my mind was moving a mile a minute which, after our faster than light travel, might not have been so fast.

  Alien voices flowed down the halls toward us, a deep vibrating language different than our own. My translator spilled out what it could, constantly getting better as it learned more.

  She comes alone. Talleidudne will be happy shiguedbggr is here. Time poloo answers.

  They knew Mae was there.

  We ducked into the science lab and waited as two hulking forms passed by, talking away, their voices muffled so my translator couldn’t pick them up.

  “Keep going,” Slate said.

  We approached the space where the group had emerged from a few minutes ago and entered an amazing room. Chairs lined the center of the space, and a glowing platform sat in the middle of the room. Either a stage or… a projector. My gut leapt as I realized this was a communication hall. They had probably been in there talking with a leader from a faraway planet, but they didn’t know the humans were here. They did seem to know Mae was, though, and it was only so long before they spotted the abnormal cloaked ship hovering above them.