Aurora Rising: The Complete Collection (36 page)

She listened as Thad Yue grumbled in the final seconds before his fighter caught a laser from one of the turrets and exploded as he pulled ineffectually on the eject lever. “
Qu si, gāisĭ biăo zi.”

Her eVi helpfully provided the translation:
Go to Hell, you fucking whore.

A wry smile grew on her lips as she shut off the screen. “You first.”

She had told Marcus traceability wouldn’t be an issue and she had meant it. Yue had been the sole team member who knew the operation was under her direction, but they all knew they weren’t working for the Alliance. Modern interrogation techniques were quite effective, no matter the will of the captive. She simply could not risk the slightest chance of any information being revealed to either Alliance or Senecan agents.

Therefore none were allowed to survive.

She sent a brief pulse to Marcus, one whose meaning would never be construed as incriminating.

As requested.

27

SIYANE

M
ETIS
N
EBULA,
C
ENTER

T
HE
S
IYANE
DROPPED OUT OF SUPERLUMINAL
into an ocean of light.

Like most plerions, Metis grew brighter as one neared the center despite the lack of visible light from the pulsar itself. Alex had been prepared for it, and spectrum filters were in place over the viewports above and beyond the strengthened radiation shielding. Even so, she had to blink away halos while her eyes adjusted to the increased brightness and her ocular implant adapted to the new range of signals it now received.

The wispy, amorphous nebular dust of before was gone, replaced by sweeping, dramatic cloud formations in vibrant shades ranging from crisp gold to rich cornflower blue. They towered in thick pillars, resembling the storm wall of a galactic hurricane and spilling forth as crashing waves upon a shore.

It was magnificent. A stunning tableau of brilliant color and radiant luminance.

“Well that’s not something you see every day.”

She tore her attention away from the scene to look over her shoulder. Caleb stood behind her chair, hands perched on the headrest. His attention was directed out the viewport, but sensing her gaze he looked down.

He wore a spirited grin, one which only broadened when he saw her own expression of delight. Dear lord, when it was genuine his smile could illuminate a world.

Things had been different between them this morning…more comfortable, more naturally at ease. It was as if giving full voice to the unresolvable conundrum of their circumstance enabled them to, if not break through it, at least put it aside for the time being.

She returned his smile before returning to the vista. Silently she framed and captured a number of visuals using the external cameras, including several excellent candidates for future additions to the wall in her loft. Satisfied, she leaned forward and rested her chin on her palms to simply stare out and soak it all in.

Moments such as this made everything else worth it. The difficult choices, the judgmental frowns and even scorn of others, the fading away of friends and lovers, the isolation and solitude and, every now and again, perhaps loneliness…

…of course she wasn’t alone right now, was she? She found—somewhat to her surprise—she was okay with that.

After a soft exhale she sat up and straightened her posture. “Time to get to work.” She glanced back and found him watching her instead of the view.
Huh
. “All the sensors are wide open. We can monitor the readings along the top of the HUD, though not to the level of detail we can analyze later at the data center.

“The pulsar resides about half an AU in that direction.” She gestured to an area fifteen degrees port. “Physically it’s quite tiny, only a few kilometers wide, yet obviously the pulse is very strong.”

The top far right screen showed the rapid, spiking frequency of the gamma flare. “We won’t be able to get any closer than 0.15 AU or the radiation shield will be overwhelmed. But we don’t have to. We can see everything we need to from here.”

She leaned back in the chair and kicked her feet up on the small dash lip, crossed her arms against her chest and watched as the screens lit up to display new readings. Thirty seconds, a minute passed in silence, her focus wholly on the screens.

Finally she looked over at him. He had taken up a position beside the half-wall of the cockpit. “See anything interesting?”

He huffed a laugh. “If you’re seeking an opportunity to put me in my place, now would be a fairly good one.”

She merely shrugged, and he sucked in a deep breath. “Well, for the most part the readings match the earlier ones you took. The TLF radiation is definitely stronger now, but…it seems a little off-kilter. I can’t put my finger on why.”

Her lips smacked together, though she was impressed he picked up on the oddity. “Yep. Sure does.” She swiveled to contemplate the far left screen for a moment, then stood and went to the data center. In a few seconds she had redirected the feeds to the table. She pulled up a large physical map of the region and began superimposing the various electromagnetic waves.

The gamma flare, not surprisingly, lined up directly on the location of the pulsar. The synchrotron radiation also originated at the pulsar to spread in all directions. Same for the pulsar wind. The visible light was diffuse throughout the region, having no clear origin point—consistent with a late-stage supernova remnant. The minor infrared and microwave readings were a bit haphazard, clumping around the pulsar but peaking at several other locations as well.

The TLF radiation…. “It’s not coming from the pulsar.”

He had joined her at the table, and stood near enough if she shifted her weight their shoulders would brush against one another. Yet for the moment the unsettling effect of his rather close physical proximity was outweighed by the sheer magnitude of the impossibility in front of her.

“Impossible. It lines up
perfectly
on the gamma flare.”

“I know. But it’s not coming from the pulsar.” She zoomed the map in. “It intersects the pulsar, but it’s coming from…there.” ‘There’ was a region of thick nebular clouds 0.2 AU to the right and behind the pulsar. “And…” a thought and the entire table updated with new data “…I think the pulsar’s orbiting that location.”

He ran a hand through his hair in consternation. In its wake loose curls spilled down across his forehead, sending her pulse
subito
accelerando
, to put it in polite terms. She willfully blinked the sensation away.

He seemed completely unaware of the effect he was having on her. “Which would mean it’s a binary system, just as you suspected. Can you detect a companion in here anywhere?”

“Nope. I mean it’s
possible
it’s one of these infrared or microwave markers. Still, they don’t really line up correctly for it.”

“Well if the companion’s a white dwarf—given the age of the Nebula it would make sense—it might be difficult to pick up, right?”

He continued to impress her with his knowledge of astrophysics concepts; it was layman’s knowledge, but very well informed layman’s knowledge. He was certainly turning out to be quite a bit more than simply a black ops agent.

“Sure, but from this position it should be detectable. Hmm…the pulsar’s in a tight orbit. If I had to predict, I’d expect the companion—”

She pivoted and headed to the cockpit. But instead of resuming her seat, she stood so close to the viewport her nose almost pressed to it. Her eyes roved across the scene, pupils dilating and contracting as she repeatedly adjusted the focus of her ocular implant.

“Come on you little star, shine for me….”

Abruptly she spun back around. “Let’s go over there.”

He was leaning on the edge of the data center, ankles and arms crossed loosely as he regarded her with a look of…she couldn’t classify it. But his eyes sparkled and one corner of his mouth was curled up the tiniest bit, causing a flutter in her chest beyond the excitement of the discovery.

One of his eyebrows arched in question. “Over…where, exactly?”

She laughed as she settled into the chair. “Sorry, guess I didn’t actually finish that sentence. Not used to having company.” She gestured about ten degrees starboard. “Over thereish.”

It took them more than an hour to find the companion, despite the fact it was in the end precisely where Alex had thought it would be. It took so long partly because the companion traveled in a bright, dense mass of nebular dust which masked any visual cues, partly because it was smaller than it should have been—roughly the size of Europa—and partly because it was
impossibly
cool.

The
Siyane
hovered 1.5 megameters above the white dwarf. Deep red in color (despite the name), it pulsed at a leisurely period of thirty-six seconds. Seven different ways of measurement told her it radiated a temperature of 910 K.

“That’s not possible.”

“And that’s the fourth time you’ve said so.”

She shot him a glare. “It’s the fourth time it’s been true. The coolest white dwarf ever measured is 2440 K, and it is a helluva lot closer to the center of the damn universe than this is. A temperature so low means it’s almost as old as the Big Bang—and
that
is impossible.”

“Excellent.” He shrugged. “So…we go back home and win the Nobel Prize in Astrophysics?”

She burst out laughing, and felt the tension which had been building within her, and thus in the cabin as well, since locating the dwarf melt away. “Maybe, yes.”

She dragged a hand down her face and blew out a long breath. “Okay, fuck it. I’ve measured and recorded everything. Floating here staring at it isn’t going solve any mysteries. On to the next questions: what are they orbiting and why?”

He frowned a little…in concentration, she thought. When he frowned the bridge of his nose drew together until his eyebrows were virtually horizontal. Two fierce streaks of discontentment.

After a second he glanced over and caught her watching him. The frown curled upward into a half-grin. “Yes?”

She looked as innocent as she could manage. “Nothing. You have thoughts?”

“If I remember correctly, nobody ever gets worked up about whatever binary stars are orbiting. It’s usually some arbitrary center of mass they happened to be drawn around.”

“All true. But you forgot one thing—the TLF radiation. There’s nothing arbitrary about it.”

“Consider me chastised. So we go check it out?”

“We go check it out.” She swiveled the chair to the viewport and began pulling away from the strange, impossible dwarf star. “We’re likely half an hour out from any visuals.” She gazed at him wearing a hopeful, imploring expression. “Make me a sandwich?”

She had taken a mere two bites of the quite tasty penzine and Swiss cheese sandwich when it dropped forgotten to the plate in her lap. “What the…?”

The nebular clouds had thickened precipitously as they neared the epicenter of the binary orbit, until it was like traveling through fog in a muggy swamp. Flying by instrumentation was a skill of necessity, so it wasn’t a problem as such. It had become disturbingly eerie, though.

The cause of her outburst however was not the fog, but rather the spectrum analyzer output. Two minutes into the dense clouds it had begun displaying new frequencies, at first in the background then strengthening until they dominated the noise of the Nebula and even the pulsar.

She sensed him at her shoulder and pointed at the screen.

“What the hell?”

“Indeed.”

She had tuned the analyzer as broad as practicable to capture any unusual readings across the spectrum. Now it was capturing exactly that.

The primary spectrum display updated every two seconds with a measurement of amplitude over frequencies ranging from 0.01 Hz to 10
³⁰
Hz. It showed a deeply concave shape, featuring strong peaks at both extremes and a severe dip along the middle, except for a narrow but massive spike in the upper terahertz range. Every update saw the peaks grow in power.