The Ruins of Arlandia Complete Series

by William Wood

  of large metal crates. He was confident that he was well hidden. Calvin made sure both of his rifles were loaded with safety

  switches off. If the barrier failed to trap a Dark Terror, they’d have to

  deal with the monster quickly. There wouldn’t be time to do anything at

  that point except shoot at it, and hope they hit something. He

  programmed the range of his mini plasma bombs to the area around the

  barrier trap, then made sure it was loaded and ready to fire. When he was sure everything was ready, he fixed his gaze on the

  still form of the repair robot.

  Heavy silence descended as everyone became as still as statues.

  Calvin sat frozen in tense anticipation. If Astra was right, a Dark Terror

  was on its way, in search of the robot that came back to life. His mind

  raced with fear. What were they doing? His fear demanded an answer.

  Where was it going to come from? There was only one way in. Calvin

  turned his head and stared at the door, even though he knew the monster

  was invisible.

  Time passed slowly. How long would it take? He wanted to ask,

  but was afraid to make a sound. How sensitive was a Dark Terror’s

  hearing? It was genetically engineered by the Goremog, so Calvin

  assumed they gave it exceptionally good hearing. Even if it weren’t

  actively targeting humans, there was no reason to risk it. So he sat, and

  waited in dread. All his senses were on full alert, his body pumped full of

  adrenaline.

  Five minutes passed, then ten. Calvin was just a few seconds

  from raising his hand to get Astra’s attention, or clearing his throat

  loudly, and then asking if this was going to work, but he didn’t. He was

  frozen to the ground in fear, anticipation and intense fascination. He glanced at the clock. Twelve minutes had passed. What if the

  Dark Terror didn’t come? Were they even sure it was a Dark Terror? The

  doubts began to cast down on him like shadows across the floor. Suddenly, the robot lifted off the floor three feet. At first, Calvin

  thought he was seeing things, but his Helcomp confirmed what he was

  seeing. All at once, the body of the robot was crushed in by an invisible

  force, the head was ripped off, and smashed into the floor. It was more of

  a spiteful move, Calvin thought, as if the monster was tired of having to

  keep putting robots down, as if to say, ‘take that’ and ‘stay down.’ The body of the little robot was sent hurling across the room, but

  it didn’t go far. It stopped three feet later, into an invisible wall, and fell

  to the floor. Astra stood up and shouted, “Got it!” For a second, when the

  robot hit the force field, the entire field shimmered, revealing the box

  shaped trap.

  She bounded forward to the edge of the force field and stared in.

  Wexton walked quickly ahead and joined her. Calvin took a more cautious approach, and walked up much slower. Dev stayed hidden in the shadows.

  “How can you tell?” Calvin asked, getting closer to the force

  field than he wanted to.

  Suddenly there was a bright flash and an ear piercing scream that

  hurt Calvin’s head until his Helcomp lowered the sound. The invisible

  monster pounded on the force field and screamed. Calvin jumped back

  and aimed his rifle.

  Wexton laughed. “Come on out Dev, its safe,” he said. Calvin wanted to ask, “Is it?” but he stayed quiet. If it wasn’t

  safe, he believed that Astra wouldn’t have stood so close to it. He

  decided to trust her, because he knew she was usually right about this

  stuff.

  “It’s safe,” Astra said, confirming his thoughts. “The force field

  is holding, more or less.”

  “More or less?” Dev asked.

  “Well, it’s probably nothing,” Astra said. “The field is

  fluctuating. Don’t worry, it’s within normal tolerance.”

  “Oh, that’s comforting,” Dev said, stepping out of the shadows.

  Calvin smiled and looked at Dev. He was happy that Dev was there to

  say everything out loud that Calvin was afraid to.

  Calvin stepped forward, closer to the trap. He looked at the barrier.

  He didn’t see it at first, but after a few seconds, data from Astra’s

  Helcomp streamed across his vision, and he could see it. Tiny white

  sparkles of light dancing across the energy field.

  The monster exploded with rage. It screamed and pounded on

  the field, it remained invisible, mostly. Calvin caught glimpses of parts

  of it with each impact. When it slammed the barrier, he could see its

  claws, its legs, its arms. It was clear the monster was throwing its body at

  the barrier. It was terrifying to watch.

  “OK, we got it,” Calvin said, walking to the door, well out of the

  way. “Now what?”

  Astra circled the trap, staring into it. “Now,” she said. “We find

  out how it’s invisible. You guys ever dissect a Dark Terror before?” Wexton smiled, and Dev frowned.

  “Just how do you plan on doing that?” Dev asked. “It’s awake,

  and oh yeah, invisible.”

  “Not for long,” Astra said.

  “Have you ever caught a live one before?” Dev asked. “No,” Astra said. “Never.”

  “We could suck the oxygen out of there,” Wexton said. “Suffocate it.”

  “You forget they don’t need oxygen. I was thinking we could

  flood it with radiation.”

  “That won’t work either. They survived the radiation on my ship,

  and the radiation in space.”

  “You’re right,” Astra said, visibly deflated. “Micro-bots might be

  the answer. It wouldn’t take too long to get some ready, and then we can

  experiment, to find out what works.”

  They were wandering; no plan of action and unable to make a

  decision. Calvin remembered this from one of his command courses at

  the academy. It was at times like this his command came out. But he also

  knew that nobody in this room was under his command. They were a

  mismatch of survivors and volunteers who could have just run away and

  hid somewhere. Instead they decided to stay and help. He always knew

  that he couldn’t domineer them, he had to talk to them with respect;

  delicately. But they always seemed open to orders. Wexton saw the

  command ability in Calvin. He either allowed him to, or was happy to

  have him in charge and called him captain. They had to get organized. “This is what we’ll do,” Calvin said calmly. “We’ve got the monster

  trapped, that will be good enough for now. Now we need to get the ship

  patched up, quickly in case the portable power fails and we accidentally

  let the monster out.”

  “OK, you’re right,” Astra said. “Dev, let’s get main power

  restored.”

  “Alright,” Dev said.

  “But first, let’s fix Ion. We’ll need his help.”

  Ion, the most intelligent and advanced robot the Alerians had ever

  created. Certainly the most advanced robot Calvin had ever seen. In the

  chaos, Calvin had forgotten that Ion had been destroyed. He went to the

  back of the room and found his main body. Calvin stood over his

  charred, broken remains with disbelief. Calvin had never seen him that

  damaged. Even Dev was shocked, and said there was no way he could

  repair the robot. Dev said he needed help. So he got to
work fixing one

  of the less damaged repair robots.

  “We’ll stay here and guard the monster,” Calvin said. “Wexton and

  I.” Astra nodded and left the room with Dev.

  “After all,” Calvin said. “It’s about all we can do at this point, isn’t

  it?”

  “Pretty much.”

  Ion was a large robot, and very heavy. But fortunately, they

  didn’t have to carry him. They had small anti-gravity devices. Astra and

  Dev took all the pieces of Ion to the repair lab.

  Everything was going well, except that Calvin got bored rather

  quickly just pacing back and forth in the hangar bay. Wexton wasn’t a

  great conversationalist, and the monster wasn’t doing much except

  occasionally bang on the barrier and scream. That was nice and

  disturbing at the same time. Nice because it re-enforced to Calvin that

  the monster was still trapped.

  Calvin was wrong about not having a job. He found one. He

  searched the ship for damaged robots, and carried their remains back to

  the robot repair facility. It was back breaking work, but Calvin was

  grateful to have something to do.

  Once Dev and Astra had two repair robots back on their feet, they

  instructed them to get to work on Ion, while they went to work on a third

  robot.

  Real progress didn’t take place until Ion was back up and running

  and able to conduct the higher end repair work.

  Wexton though, had not left the room, preferring to stay and keep

  an eye on the invisible monster.

  It took a full eight hours, and the repair work was proceeding at a

  much quicker and more organized pace. When they got hungry, they

  snacked on emergency rations; it was their only choice. Normally, Calvin

  was a very picky eater, and hated emergency rations, but now he was so

  hungry he didn’t care. They actually tasted good to him.

  Ten hours after they caught the Dark Terror in their trap, main

  power was restored and the lights came on, along with that came life

  support, and oxygen. Calvin was overjoyed. But it was at that moment,

  he allowed his guard to come down a little and he realized how tired he

  was.

  At seven in the evening, they all met in the dining room for

  something to eat, even Wexton was there.

  Astra was happy to report repairs were coming along nicely. Once

  main power had been restored they were able to enclose the monster in a

  stronger, more stable barrier.

  “In the morning I’m going to start experimenting with our Dark

  Terror,” Astra said. “I can’t keep my eyes open any longer.” Calvin knew how she felt. It had been a long day, one that he

  was happy to have over with. He went to his room and took off his

  combat suit. He put it by his bed, because no matter what anyone said, he

  insisted on keeping it close by, just in case.

  When he went to bed, he had trouble falling asleep. He couldn’t

  relax, and he couldn’t feel at ease. There was a Dark Terror on the ship.

  It was enclosed in a powerful force field, but that didn’t make Calvin feel

  better.

  CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO:

  EXPERIMENTS

  Calvin had a rough night. His whole body ached. He couldn’t get comfortable no matter how hard he tried. He woke up in pain at one a.m., but didn’t feel like getting out of bed to take any pain killers; he was too tired and didn’t want to move. When he did manage to fall asleep, he had terrible nightmares; dreams where Dark Terrors hunted him and his legs wouldn’t work properly.

  He woke up more times than he could count, so he gave up around four. He turned the lights on, got dressed and walked down to the medical bay to ask the recently repaired MD-71 to give him something for the pain. At first, the robot didn’t want to give him anything, insisting the pain was all in his head. But Calvin was determined to get some sleep, and convinced MD-71 to give him a small dose; enough to get through the night.

  On his way back to his room, he stopped by the library. He was surprised to find Astra there, sitting in the big reclining chair. She was staring into space with a cup of coffee in her hand.

  If she heard him walk in, she didn’t respond. Calvin quietly walked in and sat down on the couch next to her.

  “Hey,” he said. “How are you?”

  “I couldn’t sleep,” she said. She sounded very tired. When he saw her cup of coffee Calvin got up and got a cup of tea from the food processor. “Me neither,” he said, sitting back down next to her. “I had bad dreams all night.”

  “Me too,” she said, turning in her seat to face him. “A giant monster was chasing me around in the dark, in a space station.”

  “Wow, that’s what I dreamt too,” Calvin said. “Did your parents ever tell you there were no such things as monsters?”

  “Yes, I think they did, when I was really little.”

  “Yeah well, they lied.”

  “Obviously,” Astra said, sarcastically.

  “This is what happens when you keep a live Terror on the ship,” Calvin said. “You get nightmares.”

  “Yeah,” Astra said with a tinge of sadness in her voice. Was it regret over having nightmares, or for keeping it alive? Calvin wasn’t sure, but he noted that she made no indication that she planned to change her mind.

  “Since you’re awake, and already having nightmares, look at this.” She handed him a computer pad. On the screen was a picture of a small robot. It was the size of a dog and had two rows of razor sharp teeth. There was something familiar about it, it was small but looked very scary.

  “What is it?” Calvin asked.

  “That’s what chased us out of the space station. That’s what tried to take a bite out of your leg. One of our cameras was able to take this picture outside the airlock, just before we left.”

  “That doesn’t look so scary,” Calvin lied.

  “No, but it moved like lightning,” Astra pointed out. “Imagine if three or four of them latched onto you with those teeth.”

  “Thanks,” Calvin said. “One was enough. It looks like a smaller version of a Dark Terror.”

  “That’s what I thought. And it seems to be equipped with an advanced tracking system.”

  “So they send those out to hunt their prey first.”

  “That’s what I think. As if the Dark Terrors weren’t fast enough.”

  “It makes sense. These little things can move faster, and fit into spaces that the big Terrors can’t fit in.” Calvin stared at the image and shuddered. He could still feel its teeth clamped around his leg. It still hurt. When was it going to stop? He rubbed his leg and decided to change the subject.

  “How’s Nils?”

  “He’s fine,” Astra said. “He’s resting in his room now. MD-71 says he’ll make a full recovery. He was lucky. If we hadn’t found him when we did, he would have died.”

  OK, another depressing subject. He almost died. Well, he didn’t, and that was good. He wanted to focus on the good. Maybe he could get some good news from their mission. Maybe the next segment was on a small planet in the middle of nowhere.

  “Do you have anything on the eighth segment?”

  “I think so,” Astra said. “Nothing concrete, but I pulled this from the old records. Here, look at this,” she changed the view on her computer pad and handed it to Calvin. On the screen was a green and blue planet. “It’s called Cusendea,” Astra said. “It used to be part of the Alerian Empire. It was destroyed by the Goremog near the end of the war. The records say the eighth segment is supposed to be here, in an underground lab.” She pointed to a ruined metropolis in the southern hemisphere.

  “That looks like it’s in Gore
mog territory,” Calvin noted. There was no point trying to find good news, so he’d stop looking. Why was he feeling this way? Oh yeah, he was exhausted. Nothing ever felt good when he was tired; he had a tendency to only see the dark side of things.

  “Yes, it is,” Astra said. “Let’s hope the facility is still there, and they haven’t found it.”

  “How about our pet monster?”

  “It stopped making noises,” Astra said. “I don’t know if that’s good or bad. Let’s assume it’s bad.”

  Calvin took the pain killers, but didn’t bother trying to go back to sleep. Instead, the two of them went to the dining room for breakfast. He may have been tired and feeling depressed, but that didn’t affect his appetite. He ate all of the things that made him feel good; eggs, sausage and toast and a big cup of coffee. That would keep him going for a while.

  When they were done eating, Astra went to her lab to get what she needed to start experiments on the Dark Terror.

  Everyone quickly fell into their favorite, comfortable routines. Although, it felt to Calvin like there was a gloomy, dark shadow over Azure Frost. Every time he walked down a corridor he wondered if he was being followed by an invisible Dark Terror. Even when he was in his room he was scared that he was not alone. Any empty space could contain a monster.

  He knew he wouldn’t stop feeling that way until Astra was able to figure out how they were invisible and find a way to scan for them. Astra switched back and forth between working on the segments and running experiments. Dev help Astra repair the damaged segments. Calvin practiced in the simulator and learned hand to hand combat from Wexton. Each evening Calvin and Astra had a quiet, private candlelit dinner in the library at the fancy table by the big window; always with the curtains open so they could see the hyperspace cloud, and distorted stars beyond.

  Nils was finally up and feeling better. He worked with Ion and some of the other robots in the engine room, repairing everything that had been damaged by the Dark Terror rampage.

  When Dev wasn’t helping Astra he was trying to upgrade and improve his cloaking generators. Wexton stayed in shape by training anyone else who was interested in learning self-defense. He moved beyond hand to hand combat and conducted weapons training. Two weeks passed slowly. On the fourteenth night, Calvin found Astra sitting in the library, in their usual place, but she was very upset. “Nothing is working,” she answered when he asked what was wrong. “I’ve tried everything on it. I’ve tried sending in micro-bots, but every time I do they’re destroyed. I tried super-charged gas, radioactive isotopes, extreme pressure, no pressure, acid defragmentation, ugh.” She put her hands on her head. “It’s almost as if it’s not even there.” “That’s impossible,” Calvin said. “Right? There’s no way it could have escaped, right? Please tell me it didn’t escape.”