Tin Star
Authors: Cecil Castellucci
Tags: #Juvenile Fiction, #Social Issues, #Adolescence, #Science Fiction
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Contents
To the stars! To the stars!
We all make homes among the stars!
1
There are few things colder than the blackness of space. But lying here, I couldn’t imagine anything colder than the Human heart that left me half-conscious at the entrance to Docking Bay 12.
I knew where I was. I was on a space station called the Yertina Feray, sixteen light years from Earth, orbiting a depleted, lifeless planet. I knew where I was supposed to be, on the Children of Earth colony ship, heading for the planet Beta Granade. And I knew what Brother Blue was thinking, that my body was no longer his problem.
Again I felt his boot come toward me, determined to kick my life away. I braced myself for the blow and then played dead. He kicked me one last time, and satisfied that I was truly gone, he pulled me beside the cargo canisters of grain that had been loaded off our ship, the
Prairie Rose
.
My nose mask had been ripped off, and the station’s base atmosphere mix wasn’t going to keep me conscious for much longer. I cracked open one of my swollen eyes as much as I dared. I wanted to get a good look at him as he stood there above me, taking a moment to compose himself.
I had gone from being one of his favorite colonists, with prospects for a good future with the Children of Earth, to persona non grata in a matter of days. I never knew a fall could be so quick.
Brother Blue had taken a special interest in me when he discovered that I could speak a passable Universal Galactic. I had always been good at languages. But Brother Blue discouraged colonists from learning Universal Galactic or getting the nanites to make communication and breathing easier.
“We are setting up Human-only colonies,” he had said. “You won’t be interacting with others. Our mission is to preserve Human ways.” He discouraged us all from knowing too much about the galaxy and other cultures. Earth was isolationist, and our colonies would follow suit. We would bring Human culture to the stars and trade with aliens and be richer for it, but we would keep to ourselves. This was Brother Blue’s promise.
Brother Blue spent hours telling me his dreams for colonization, flattering me with musings of how high I could rise in the ranks of Children of Earth.
“I’m grooming you, Tula Bane,” he said. “You are exactly the kind of person that the Children of Earth needs to help in its cause.”
He had this way of making me feel as though I was the only colonist that ever counted. His look was penetrating, and when he spoke of his vision for Humanity, I was ready to sacrifice anything to help him achieve it. I wasn’t the only one that felt this way. All of the colonists of the Children of Earth felt as though they had been specially chosen by Brother Blue. It was an honor. Even though I had only reluctantly joined because of my mother’s devotion to his cause, I soon felt at one with the group.
When we were diverted to the Yertina Feray due to a ship malfunction, I became even more essential to Brother Blue. He put me to work delivering messages to various aliens that he had to deal with to ensure our ship’s repair. I was one of the few colonists who ventured out of the docking bay where we had set up camp. I felt special each time I stepped onto another level of the station.
I imagined my future. It looked so bright. I could be important, perhaps a leader, on our new colony. I imagined rising through the ranks of the Children of Earth. I ran through the colors that I might choose as my name when I had proved my worth. Sister Grey. Sister Lilac. Sister Teal. Sister Gold.
But then something changed.
I had often been sent to Kitsch Rutsok’s bar to deliver messages back and forth between Brother Blue and representatives from the League of Worlds; they held the reins to our colony’s future. But in the last few days, Brother Blue had gone himself and I wasn’t needed.
And today, the day we were to leave the Yertina Feray Space Station, I saw our cargo—cargo that should have been on the ship—sitting on the docking bay floor. This was a terrible oversight. It would be disastrous for our colony if we didn’t have the grain we needed to start our new life. The grain was the beginning of how we would tame Beta Granade. Life would already be hard there; and without the cargo, sustaining life would be nearly impossible.
Why were the other colonists not concerned that the grain that we were to plant with was being left behind? Why did no one else notice? I asked my mother, who shrugged.
“Brother Blue knows what he’s doing,” she said.
My mother used to always argue with my father when he was alive, question him all the time, but she never did with Brother Blue. He was always right in her eyes.
I pointed the grain out to a few others, who seemed unperturbed by the cargo on the deck.
It was as though no one wanted to see it. But it bothered me. It made no sense.
“Sir,” I said to one of the ship’s officers milling about on deck. “Why is that cargo still out here and not on the ship?”
The young officer turned to look at the cargo and then called over to another officer who shook her head. But at least they agreed with me that it seemed strange.
Brother Blue was called over, and he listened to our concerns with an attentive look. When he’d soothed the officer’s worry, he took me over to a private corner.
He had his hand on my shoulder in a way that he had a million times before. Only before it was comforting, encouraging, affectionate. Now it was menacing. He was looking at me and his face was smiling. To anyone looking from afar, he seemed to be pleased with me, but it was just a mask. His attitude shifted from concerned leader to unknowable monster.
“What place do you have to question my orders?” he hissed.
Suddenly I was unsure of myself and of what I knew. Although this was my first and likely only trip into space, I already knew that things could very easily go wrong.
Surely he didn’t need me to explain the importance of that cargo to him. I would have thought that he would be happy that I’d noticed. I felt confused by his reaction. Was I wrong?
No. I couldn’t be. We were going to be settling a planet. While there were indigenous plants, it could take years before we cataloged what could or couldn’t be consumed by Humans. The Children of Earth had a calling: to make a Human oasis among the stars. Our plans for colonization came at a high price, because once we left Earth, we were exiled for good. Earth Gov had a different priority: to rebuild from years of drought and plague. But we of the Children of Earth were certain that in the long run we were doing our best for the future of Humanity, just as those who’d left before in the generational ships had. We needed the grain and the seeds to ensure that future.
“We’ll need that grain,” I said. “We colonists will need those supplies.”
“Tula Bane,” he said. “You really are very smart. It’s a pity that you don’t listen to me.”
“But I do listen to you,” I said. “I am trying to be helpful. Brother Blue, I’m just trying to learn.”
He considered me thoughtfully. His grip on my shoulder was no longer threatening. It was a pat of confidence, just like he used to give me when I had done something right. Relief flooded me. His smile changed to something more genuine. “Child, I hear you. I see you. But do not concern yourself in affairs that you know nothing about,” Brother Blue said. “Learn to unlearn.”
“Yes, Brother Blue,” I said, bowing my head in respect. He had a vision, and he had knowledge that I did not. We all trusted that he knew what was best for us.
“Have I not already helped four Human colonies settle the rocky planets that the League of Worlds has so graciously leased us? Beta Granade will be the fifth,” he said. “I know what I’m doing, Tula Bane.”
“Of course, Brother Blue,” I said. “I didn’t mean to question your orders.”
“I can see that you didn’t,” he said. “You were being enthusiastic, but I need you to follow and do what I say.”
“Yes, Brother Blue,” I said.
“I need you to go to the Brahar ship on Docking Bay 5 and make a delivery.”
“But I want to help here,” I said, “with the load in.” The errand would take me away from the preboarding preparations.
“Do as I ask, Tula,” Brother Blue said, and then he flashed that smile. The one that made you feel as though you were the only person in the universe. How could I have ever doubted that Brother Blue knew what he was doing?
“There are plenty of strong bodies to load,” Brother Blue assured me.
I had no choice but to obey his wishes as we set about our final preparations. I took a bag heavy with fresh food, salts, and water from Earth to the docking bay with the Brahar ship and gave the bag to the captain. Its value was great. I tried to ignore the desperate aliens who were begging for work near his ship.
“Tell him that she’s fueled and ready to go,” the Captain said.
I made my way back to join Brother Blue, my family, and the other colonists before reboarding commenced for the final leg of the
Prairie Rose
’s voyage.
I felt relieved to see the docking bay had been cleared. The error had been corrected; I needn’t have worried after all. I took a look around the hangar. We were nearly ready to go. I delivered the message to Brother Blue who seemed to understand it. He smiled at me and touched my face.
“Tula, for one so young, you’ve been such a help to me on this voyage,” Brother Blue said coming up to me as I stood with my mother and my sister, Bitty.
“Thank you, Brother Blue,” I said, “for the opportunity to be of service.”
“We’re very proud of her,” my mother chimed in.
“Come with me, Tula. I have something for you,” he said. “A gift.”
“A gift?” I said.
“Good work must be rewarded.”
I looked at my mother and sister. They were nervous. My mother did not like space travel although it was she who had decided to move the family off of Earth. Bitty was three years younger than I was and frightened of everything.
“I’d rather stay with my mother and sister,” I said.
“I insist,” he said.
“It’s all right,” Mother said. Her pride was showing as the others took notice of the special attention Brother Blue was giving me. She nudged me forward. The higher I rose, the better it would be for all of us. “We’ll be fine without you for a little while.”
I followed Brother Blue to the hangar’s anteroom and there, stacked in the corner, were the bins of grain.
“They’re still not onboard,” I said.
Surely this time he would explain to me why they were not on the ship.
“You held such promise, Tula. But you have eyes that see in the dark,” Brother Blue said. “It’s such a disappointment that you had to exhibit this independent streak so late in the game. If I’d seen it earlier, I’d never have taken you under my wing.”
“I don’t understand,” I said.
But instead of answering, it was then that he punched me in the face.