Aurora: CV-01 (27 page)

“Oh, terrible! So many things not working! No engines, no maneuvering, only two good reactors. And as you can see, many consoles are badly damaged. It will take weeks to repair! But do not worry, Nathan. We will fix it. We will fix
everything
.

“How long until we have maneuvering again?”

“A few hours at the most. Main propulsion, I do not yet know. But soon, we will have all four reactors online, so we will have full power once more.

“Then do we have weapons?”

“Soon, soon,” Vladimir promised. “First rail guns, then torpedoes. Missile batteries, they must still be installed. But since we have no missiles to fire, it does not matter.”

“Well, the sooner you can get us moving, the better. I have to tell you, being a sitting duck out here makes me nervous.”

“Just try to keep us out of trouble for awhile, Nathan. That would be of great help.”

“I’ll do my best. But our intel says we’ve only got about a day at the outside.”

“Intel? What intel?”

“Our guests, they tell us the Takarans will come looking for us soon.”

“Who are these, ‘Takarans’?” Vladimir had spent the entire time in engineering, and still had no idea of what they had been through. All he knew was that he and his fellow engineers had been bounced around on three separate occasions. “What is going on, Nathan? Where are we?”

“I wish I knew. My best guess is somewhere out on the fringe.”

Vladimir looked at Nathan like he was crazy. “The fringe?…”

“…I know it sounds crazy…”

“…It is not possible!”

“It’s complicated…”

“…It’s got something to do with that evil doctor woman, yes?” Vladimir surmised.

Nathan again recounted the day’s events for the benefit of his friend. Vladimir took the news far better than Doctor Chen had. In fact, he seemed more excited about the existence of the Jump Drive than anything else. And it appeared that his new chief engineer was looking forward to the challenges ahead with absolute glee. It had not been the reaction Nathan had expected, but it had been a refreshing one.

* * *

“So how bad off are we?” Nathan asked Cameron as she followed him into his ready room. As he entered, he was suddenly struck by the starkness of the now empty room. It had been at least sparsely decorated when it had been occupied by Captain Roberts, but now it had been stripped of even those few mementos.

“I took the liberty of clearing out the captain’s belongings,” she explained, noticing his reaction. “I hope you don’t mind.”

It had not occurred to Nathan that this task would need to be performed. And now that she had done it, he realized that it would not have been easy for him. For that small kindness, he was surprisingly grateful. “No, not at all,” he answered softly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“What did you do with…”

“…I packed them safely away,” she assured him. “I’ll see that his family receives them when we get back.”

Nathan nodded his approval as he made his way across the small room and around the desk. “You can skip the engineering stuff, I already got that from Vlad.”

“Well, the bow took a beating. There are multiple hull breaches. Most are from weapons fire as we backed away from that Takaran warship. The biggest breach of course is from ramming them.”

“Not my fault,” he defended. “We were pretty much dead-stick at the time.”

“Yes, I
was
there,” she reminded him before continuing. “The forward section is going to be uninhabitable until the breaches are sealed and the hull is repaired. In port, that would take a few days. Out here?” she shrugged, indicating she had no idea.

“Maybe never,” Nathan admitted.

“Of course, most of the forward section is housing, and some recreational areas. But since we’re shorthanded, there should still be plenty of housing available aft of the forward bulkheads.”

“And what about crew?” he asked hesitantly. He knew he wasn’t going to like the answer.

Cameron took a deep breath before giving him the news. “Thirty-eight dead, forty-two injured.”

Nathan fell into his seat. “Thirty-eight? Oh my God,” he muttered. The first thought that crossed his mind was how many of those deaths had occurred
after
he assumed command. It was a small point, insignificant to those that had perished. But it meant everything to Nathan. “How many injured?”

“Forty-two,” she repeated. “But twenty of them are minor and can still man their posts.”

“So we’ve only got forty people to run this ship?”

“That’s it.” Cameron could see that Nathan was devastated by the news. But as bad as she felt for him, if he was going to be captain, he was going to have to get used to such news.

“We can’t run the ship with forty people, can we?” It didn’t seem possible to him, but he wasn’t sure.

“Technically, no. But there are several departments that either were not online yet, or are too damaged to be of any use right now, so we might be able to squeak by. But there are some areas that are going to present problems, especially if we have to go into battle again.”

Nathan looked at her, a confused look in his eye. He was still stuck on the number of crew he had lost and was not yet thinking clearly.

“We can fly the ship, and we can fight with her, but we won’t have anyone for damage control.”

“Maybe we can get some more help from these rebels?” Nathan suggested off the top of his head.

“Nathan, I’m not sure we should trust them too much just yet,” she warned. Like Jessica, she was far more suspicious of the rebel’s motives than Nathan seemed to be. And his eagerness to trust them worried her.

Nathan considered her warning. “Yeah, you could be right about that. I just don’t see that we have much choice given the circumstances. I mean, badly damaged, barely enough crew to fly the ship, and God knows how far away from home?”

“Oh, and low on consumables,” Cameron added.

“What?”

“Food? Water? We weren’t loaded for an extended voyage you know.”

“Oh, great. You see, that’s what I’m talking about. We’re gonna need friends out here if we’re gonna survive long enough to find a way home.”

“You’re right, I agree. I’m just not sure that
these
people are the type of friends we
want
, Nathan. That’s all I’m saying.”

“And on
that
we agree,” he conceded. “But until we’re presented with other options, we’re gonna have to utilize what we’ve got. And for now, that means
these
people.”

“Just be careful,” she warned him.

“Look, sooner or later, we’re gonna need to find safe harbor. I mean, we can’t very well conduct repairs while hiding out in an asteroid field. Once we find a populated world, we’re bound to find some other people and make some more friends. Hopefully ones that are not so quick to throw themselves into the jaws of death.”

“Make more friends, huh. That’s your plan?”

“Hey, we’ve gotta play to our strengths,” he smiled. “Now speaking of consumables, I think it would be wise if we tried to get everyone something to eat while it’s still quiet around here. Any ideas?”

“With all that’s happened, you’re thinking about food?”

“We’ve gotta eat, Cam. We don’t want the crew we have left passing out from low blood sugar, do we?”

Cameron knew he was right, as she herself was a bit hungry. “There’s about a hundred lunch kits down in the galley, along with the left-overs from breakfast. What would you like?”

“Surprise me.”

“I’ll get someone on it right away,” she promised as she turned to leave.

“And make sure everyone eats, even if they have to eat while they’re working.”

“Yes Sir.”

“And when the food comes, have Jalea come in. I think she and I need to talk.”

“Yes Sir,” she answered as she left. She wasn’t sure if she liked the idea of Nathan and Jalea meeting in private. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him. She was sure that he wouldn’t intentionally do anything wrong. But she had already noticed that Nathan had a tendency to act on impulse, especially in conversation, instead of thinking things through first. And in the case of a conversation with Jalea, she was twice as concerned. She had noticed the way that Nathan had looked at the woman. Jalea had unusual eyes that seemed to catch your attention and hold it. Jessica had noticed it as well, and had also voiced her concerns about Nathan’s judgment in regards to Jalea and the rebels.

CHAPTER 8

“You wish to speak with me?” Jalea called from the doorway.

“Ah, yes, Jalea, please come in,” Nathan told her. He stepped out from behind the desk and pulled up a chair for her. “I thought we might talk a bit,” he explained, returning to his seat. “I would like to know more about you and your people.” Nathan began opening the two lunch kits that Cameron had sent in earlier. “Are you hungry?”

Jalea nodded tentatively, unsure of what the packages contained. “What do you want to know?”

Nathan handed her one of the open kits and a small bottle of water. She looked at the contents of the kit. It contained several different vegetables in varying shades of green, red, and orange, along with some small pieces of fruit, and several slices of some type of meat and cheese. She watched as Nathan picked up one of the red vegetables from his kit and popped it into his mouth. She picked up the same red vegetable from her kit and placed it carefully between her teeth and began to bite down.

“Be careful, those can…”

Jalea bit down on the small tomato, which split open, juice squirting out onto the desk and down her chin. She tried to catch the dripping liquid with her hand, but was too late.

“…squirt a bit,” he finished. “Yeah, it’s better if you pop the whole thing into your mouth.” He watched as she chewed her small tomato and swallowed. She gave no indication as to whether or not she liked it.

“So, where are you from?” he asked as he continued eating.

Jalea watched Nathan, waiting for him to eat something different before she tried it herself.

“Parule. My world is Parule."

“Is Parule far from here?”

“Yes, it is far. Not in Takaran space.”

“It’s not? How did you end up here then?” Nathan had already noticed that she was only eating what he was eating, and purposefully tried everything at least once so that she would be more comfortable. So far, other than the radishes, she seemed to like everything.

“My husband is from Takara. I came to be with him.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were married.”

“He died, many years ago.”

“I’m sorry. How did he die?”

“He fought like us. He died bravely.”

“He fought the Takarans?” Nathan felt like he was starting to get somewhere.

“Yes.”

“Why do you fight them?”

“The Takaran leaders, they are very bad.” Jalea thought for a moment, trying to decide how to express her thoughts in English. “They want only for money, power. If you have money, you can pay, life is very good for you. If you do not have, if you not pay, life is very bad for you. They are…” she struggled for the right word, mumbling what Nathan assumed was the appropriate word in her language.

“…Corrupt?” he offered.

“Yes, corrupt. They only want money. No right, no wrong, only money.”

Nathan smiled. “Yeah, that’s the definition of corruption on our world as well.” He took a drink of water as he watched her pick out what to eat next. She was quite an attractive woman, with long black hair and olive complexion. And her eyes were so captivating, they just sucked him in. But he had seen a cold, dark side to her just before they had jumped away from the incoming Takaran reinforcements. And despite the fact that her eyes seemed softer at the moment, that side of her still worried him.

“It is same on your world?” she asked him as she tried a piece of cheese.

“Sometimes. Not as much as before, but still some. Is that why you fight? You fight corruption?”

“We fight to be free,” she corrected him. “We fight to remove them from power.”

Then it is a rebellion,
Nathan thought. “How do you fight?”

“We steal weapons and ships to fight with.”

“Ships, like this one?” Nathan asked, afraid that he might not like the answer.

“No. Such ships are very difficult. This is how my husband died.”

“Trying to steal a large ship?”

“Yes. It is very dangerous to steal such ships. So we only take small ships, much easier. But not so strong. So we make better.” Nathan noticed a hint of pride in her last statement.

“How do you make them better?”

“We take to secret places,” she explained. “Places where we can work on ships. Better, stronger, faster.”

“Like a base of operations?” Nathan was becoming quite interested.

“No. Not so big. Usually on farms, in shelters. Sometimes inside mountains. Even rocks in space.”

“But where do you live? What do you eat? Where do you get supplies?”

“The people, they give us food, shelter, clothing, what they can to help. But they afraid of Takaran soldiers.”

Nathan leaned back in his chair, taking another drink of water as he thought about what Jalea had revealed to him. The rebels were fighting a guerrilla war rather than a large scale organized conflict. They were stealing ships and supplies, making changes to them to fit their needs, and getting covert support from the locals. They certainly sounded like freedom fighters rebelling against a corrupt and repressive government. But Nathan had been a student of Earth history. And he knew that there was often a fine line between revolutionaries and terrorists. And more often than not, the difference only became apparent after it was too late.

“So how did you hear of Earth?” Nathan felt it was time to change direction, and he had been curious about what she knew of his home.

“On my world, there is legend. Long ago, our people came to Parule from another world. The legend says, the people on that world once came from Earth,” she explained. It was apparent by the tone of her voice that she had never truly believed the legend. “But, it was only story, told to young children. Many believe. Many still speak Angla and teach children. My father was such man.”