Carnosaur Weekend (Kyler Knightly and Damon Cole Book 1)
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Thea removed her helmet and tried a lungful. "Hello?" she called out.
Her voice rang hollow down the corridor.
"Lights are on, life-support's intact." Raj patted the bulkhead wall. "These old tubs are made from iridium plating. I think it's safe to say the hull hasn't been breached."
"So why's nobody responding?"
They found the answer one deck up, on the Sallust's bridge. Two corpses in a state of perfect preservation. The first lay slumped over a flight couch. His head had been nearly sheared off at the neck, held on by chipped vertebrae and a strand of trapezium. The second, a female Spacer with a body like Thea's, had been bored through the back of her chest. She'd died face down on the deck.
"Their wounds," Thea said, keeping her composure, "just like the first."
Raj loosened the flame-gun's strap. Somehow, worms had gotten aboard. He eyed the shadows under the instrument panels. He glanced up at the air ducts. The thought of the creatures hiding somewhere in the ship's guts made him queasy. "Cover me," he told Thea, and sealed the hatch to the bridge. Together, they searched every centimeter of the room. Nothing. Not even a dried slime-trail.
"Try a ship's scan," Raj said.
Thea bent over a nearby console. "Running … reactor's at full power. Hull's completely intact. Only life signs are you and me, up on the bridge."
"Could one of those things have crawled through a rocket vent?"
"Into what? A fuel-tank? That wouldn't get them inside."
"How about checking the ship's log?"
"Hold on." Thea tapped away. "Some pre-flight stuff. Nothing since planetfall."
"It seems like they didn't have a lot of time."
"No."
An alarm klaxon sounded. The console's main screen lit, depicting a three-hundred sixty degree view of the terrain surrounding the Sallust.
"The crew must have set a perimeter alarm," Thea said.
"What tripped it?"
A few moments later Raj got his answer as a swarm of pus-colored worms wriggled out of the mist. They surged around the ship in all directions. A tide of quivering flesh. The auto-gurneys, still waiting outside, were engulfed. Raj tried to count the number of individual worms and gave up. "We're trapped," he said.
Thea laughed. "Not hardly. We're in a functional ship. I could prep this sucker for take-off in five minutes. One blast from the lift rockets—" Her eyes narrowed. "That's odd."
On screen, a worm lunged at the side of the ship. Its head seemed to disappear. Another one threw itself at the airlock door, and again, vanished, instead of rebounding off the metal. Thea and Raj traded quizzical looks.
The air in the room shimmered.
Raj had grown up with ghost stories. He'd heard whispered rumors about the sealed-off areas of his home colony on Ghilus Three, the old air-domes and tunnels that had failed the first landing party. Flickering shapes were sometimes seen there. Translucent outlines of the slain colonists, glimpsed by work crews.
That's what he was witnessing now: ghosts.
The bridge swam with bright shadows. One of them coalesced into a length of worm, floating a meter in the air. It vanished. Then a worm's head thrust itself from the solidity of a navigation panel, hissed, and dove into the metal floor. The creature appeared to pass right through.
"Raj," Thea said, "Raj, I've—"
She bent double. A hitching sound escaped her throat. She patted the outside of her hardsuit, frantic, and a section between her shoulder plates bulged outward as if from fantastic pressure. "In-inside me," she said through chattering teeth.
A ghost-worm's hazy outline erupted up from her body and hovered around her neck.
Solidified.
She did not die instantly. Spikes pierced her; the worm's flesh wrapped around her face and muffled her screams. Helpless, Raj watched her arms struggle with the flame-gun until the barrel pointed where her chin would be. She clamped the trigger. A gout of fire leapt up, engulfing her head and worm alike. Raj flinched back from the heat. The flames touched instrument paneling above Thea's twitching form and a cloud of blue-white sparks rained down. Another alarm sounded, higher-pitched than the klaxon. Foam sprayed from overhead pipes.
Instinct took over, where Raj's reeling mind failed. He kicked open the bridge hatch. Snapped his helmet back in place. Four strides took him to the ladder-shaft leading to the lower deck. He ignored the rungs and dropped three meters, landing on his armored back. Somehow, he managed to keep a hold of his flame-gun.
More ghost-worms flitted through the corridor. Raj rolled to his feet and hit the airlock's emergency release. The mechanism took eons to open, while serpentine forms glided centimeters from his face.
Out. Out onto the surface. He slipped on a worm's solid body and righted himself. They massed all around. He let off two white blasts from the flame-gun, clearing an opening.
As he ran, he reached down and dialed the servos in his legs to full strength. Terpsichore Five's gravity grew as tenuous as a spider's web. He leapt. Sailed through the mist for several meters, came down and leapt again.
Armor couldn't save him. Ship's hulls couldn't protect him. Only raw speed. Flight.
He plunged on this way, through fog and over warped black rock, until his visor flashed red to indicate the nearby lander. Without guidance he might have blundered over the planet until his re-breather failed.
He scrambled up the hold's ramp. In the cockpit, he punched a button marked "VECTORED THRUST" and threw himself onto a couch.
The lander screamed ascent.
Only when the ground had diminished to a uniform haze did Raj set down his gun. Logic, abandoned on the bridge of the Sallust, began to claw its way back. His mind steadied. He put aside the memory of Thea's terrible cries and forced himself to think.
Somehow, the worms of Terpsichore Five could move through solid matter. Perhaps they moved around it, piercing the folds of fourth-dimensional space in the same manner as a ship's drive.
However they did it, the big blue orb was a death planet.
And rhizomes?
He had an image, one that made his mind flinch. Roots branching out from the same stalk.
He thought about that on the long flight up.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Garnett Elliott lives and works in Tucson, Arizona. He's had stories appear in Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine, Needle: A Magazine of Noir, Reloaded (Both Barrels 2), Uncle B's Drive-In Fiction, Blood and Tacos, Battling Boxing Stories, and numerous online magazines and print anthologies. You can follow him on Twitter @TonyAmtrak.
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