Syn-En: Plague World: The Founders War Begins

by Linda Andrews

  “The fermites—”

  Holding up his hand, Bei cut off the budding excuse. “Syn-Ens clean-up their own messes. We don’t rely on atomic pests.”

  Doc’s shoulders sagged. “I’ll need to get Davena’s permission.”

  “I could ask Brooklyn or Queens to interface with the oracle.”

  “Stick a magnet in your circuits.” Doc slammed the lids of the half full cases. “I couldn’t even bring her dead back to her. Give her something to mourn, to bury.”

  Bei pushed away from the door jamb. He’d gone as far as he was prepared to go. Doc’s anger meant he was emotionally attached to the oracle. His best man would do everything possible to convince the biologics to leave. The task was as good as done. Still, the admiral comment shouldn’t be allowed to slide. “It’s the rules of this world.”

  “I’d walk through fire for her.”

  “Walking through fire is easy. Our armor and prostheses are fire-proof.” Bei turned on his heel and strode back to his wife. The nacelles humming switched tempo. The shuttle must be approaching the landing zone.

  “What do you mean it’s easy?” Doc leaned out of the galley. “Fire hurts, even with our sensors deadened.”

  “You’ll see.” Bei skipped down the stairs. He’d done his job. If Doc needed any advice, Nell could see to it. Setting his boots on the side of the ladder, Bei slid into the crew compartment.

  The biologics’ features had eased somewhat. The names of the victims flew around the room as memories were shared, exploits relived, and those gathered took comfort in resurrecting the dead. The grief ritual had worked.

  Sometimes his wife was brilliant.

  Nell balanced the stainless steel container on her hip. Collecting garbage, she walked to greet him. “Are all tray tables stowed and seats in their upright positions?”

  Bei had never heard those words strung together in that precise way. But that was his wife’s greatest strength. She defied all logic subroutines.

  Chapter 18

  Nell walked toward the village and laced her fingers with her husband’s. Her throat felt tight, metal banded her chest. Her heart struggled to shove her molasses-thick blood through her veins. Her family had died over a hundred years ago. For a moment, the grief rubbed her raw, left her bleeding. She leaned against Bei.

  He kissed the top of her head. “There will be no more casualties for these biologics. I swear it.”

  “I know.” But he couldn’t prevent it if the natives didn’t leave this planet. She wiped her tears on his sleeve.

  On the cliffs above, Syn-En stood as dark sentinels in the fading light. Spheres with blinking red and green lights hovered high above, scanning for any incoming threat. One Starflight blocked the throat of the canyon. Richmond manned the helm. All weapons read hot, ready for action. The other shuttle crouched beyond the pathway, waiting to begin the hunt for the enemy.

  A cheer rose from the village.

  In front of Nell, the rescued natives scattered like billiard balls on a hard break. Magpie chatter preceded gasps of horror. Families folded in on themselves as if to keep the horrible news out. Doc cradled the sedated biologic female.

  Davena alone remained with their group. Dust dulled the hem of her black robes. The twinkle of fermites faded. She set a steel suitcase containing Doc’s portable lab on the ground. “I shall take her.”

  Doc paused. “I don’t mind. It is the least I can do.”

  Nell tilted her head. Doc’s posture was relaxed and he no longer shied away from Davena. She’d bet her husband’s little private chat had something to do with the attitude adjustment. “Nice job.”

  Bei cocked an eyebrow. “I don’t know what you mean.”

  Apollie strolled by. Without looking up from the etablet in her hand, she spoke. “Well someone had to pull that stick out of Doc’s ass and tell him to live a little.” She ran her finger over the page before peeking at Nell. “I did get the usage correct, didn’t I?”

  “Yes.” Nell peeked at the writing on the tablet. The words on the pillar. She bit her tongue. Later, she would ask for a translation.

  “It still makes no sense.” Apollie’s pale face was tinted blue in the screen’s glow. “Small wonder you Humans had so many wars. You have no clear means of communication.”

  Bei barked with laughter. “Nice to know I’m not the only one.”

  Nell elbowed her braying husband in the gut. “Nice show of solidarity.”

  Doc transferred the unconscious woman into Davena’s waiting arms. Peeling back his index finger, he revealed a needle. He swabbed an area on the unconscious woman’s arm and injected something.

  She immediately began to stir.

  Sliding the used needle under his armor, Doc walked toward them. “Admiral. Davena is requesting we leave, so she and her people can have their transformation ceremony.”

  “Leave?” Bei’s jaw thrust forward.

  He was going to argue. Nell knew it. She squeezed his hand. “This transformation ceremony is some sort of death ritual, isn’t it?”

  Davena set the woman on her feet but kept her arm around her waist. The woman swayed and blinked rapidly.

  “Yes.” Doc cleared his throat and fixed his attention on Bei. “Nell Stafford can remain, as she has been accepted conditionally by the Meek.”

  An older couple and young boy hurried to Davena. They towed the young woman away.

  “Well, that makes me feel special.” Although being accepted by a pillar that ate people was a lot like being asked to dinner by a cannibal. Nell couldn’t be certain who exactly was on the menu. “I suppose as a representative of our people, I should—”

  “No. Absolutely not.” Bei’s arm stiffened.

  She stumbled against him. Her teeth rattled from the impact. Falling on the ground would have been softer. “Hey, now.”

  Holding her skirts in her hands, Davena fast-walked to Doc’s side. “Have your people agreed?”

  A muscle ticked in Bei’s jaw.

  Nell shifted a little in front of him. If his temper flared, she could shield the oracle from his wrath. “Thank you for the invitation, but I would rather be with my people.”

  The oracle nodded. “I understand.”

  Doc clasped Davena’s caramel-colored hands. His thumbs stroked the back. “Please reconsider leaving. You must see how dangerous it would be for you and your people to be unprotected.”

  Davena lifted one of his hands to her cheek. “I see the risks now. But I do not mean for you to depart entirely. Only for your men to step away from the cliff-top so we cannot see them, and for you to take shelter in our home until the ceremony ends.”

  Bei grunted. For an instant, his eyes darkened.

  The silhouettes disappeared from the ridge line.

  Shaking free of her husband’s hand, Nell hooked her arm through his and dragged him toward the cliff dwellings. “Come on, dear, let’s go look at the records we’ve heard so much about.”

  Bei dug in his heels.

  Nell’s boots skidded across the gravel.

  The white-bearded Gandalf look-alike stepped from the shadow of a beehive oven. “It will be my pleasure to escort you into the sanctuary.”

  Nell shuddered. Small wonder the man hadn’t spoken when he’d greeted them. His raspy baritone could beat Vincent Price as creepiest voice ever. “T-thank you.”

  “Rayem is our oldest resident.” Davena smiled at the old man. “He should be able to answer any questions you have.”

  He inclined his head. The tail of the white beard squiggled across his narrow chest. “This way.”

  Oh, boy, if she had a dollar every time some Hollywood Igor said those words… Nell squared her shoulders and trudged after him. Those records had better be worth it.

  Doc cupped Davena’s cheek. “I’m here if you need…anything.”

  “Thank you.” The oracle opened her mouth to say something then shut it. “You must go.”

  Hefting his portable medical lab on his shoulder, Doc
caught up and walked beside Bei. “I’d like to remove Karl and Erin from quarantine. Because of the experiments run on them, they have antibodies to most of the worst diseases the universe has to offer.”

  Nell shifted a little behind her husband as they reached an incline. Soft white light shone out of the doors and windows of the adobe structure. No shadows moved within. So, who had turned on the lights? The hair on her neck stood on end. If someone started playing organ music, she was heading back to the shuttle.

  “Our lab rats?” Bei scratched his chin. “If they agree to it. This world and its biologics pose no risk to them, but they may be able to help. They said they wanted to help.”

  Doc smoothed his goatee. “I don’t quite trust them either, but they are a living testament to the Founders’ cruelty. Davena has agreed to listen to their tales.”

  The path ended on a wide shelf before a three-story building. Bei shifted so Nell could walk beside him again.

  Apollie fell into step beside Rayem and flashed the etablet. “I don’t suppose you can read these words?”

  Rayem shook his head. White caterpillar eyebrows kissed above his patrician nose. “That is the language of before.”

  “Before what?” Nell stepped into a puddle of light. She was letting her fears get the better of her. So what if Rayem had a creepy voice, his doppleganger was a good wizard and helped save Middle Earth.

  Rayem gestured to the wooden ladder leading to an open door. “Before the purification. Before the split. Before.”

  After tucking the etablet in her belt, Apollie mounted the ladder. “Are the records in the language before?”

  “No.” Rayem motioned Doc forward. “It is in the language of now.”

  Well, that was clear as mud. Nell shambled into line behind Doc. In the valley below, naked villagers lined the river. Fermites blinked on and off like fireflies. Mouths moved but no sound emerged. Davena shucked her robes. Her lithe frame glowed a pale gold.

  Heat unfurled inside Nell’s gut; it zinged along her nerve-endings until her fingertips turned to brass. “O-kay.”

  Bei nudged her up the ladder. “Perhaps, you will not react once we are inside.”

  Rayem shook his shaggy head. “We are one with the Meek. We all hear the call of Unity and Transformation.” He held up his own glowing digits.

  “It’s worth a shot.” Nell’s sweaty palms wrapped around the smooth wood. Hand over hand, rung after rung, she climbed. The rails extended far beyond the last rung, so she stepped inside the room.

  Mud smoothed the jagged edges of the adobe brick. Fermites whitewashed the square room, emitting enough soft light to illuminate the entire place and prevent shadows. Another ladder led to another door higher up and deeper into the cliff-face.

  Nell blew her bangs out of her eyes. At least the building only had three stories.

  Apollie perched on the middle rung of the ladder.

  Rayem appeared not even a second after Bei. White-beard tsked. “Allow me to lead and the path with become clear.”

  The wall behind the ladder dissolved at his words.

  Nell rubbed the goosebumps from her arms. Vincent Price never did that, but she’d bet Gandalf could. Score one for the good guys.

  Apollie leapt from the ladder and followed Rayem inside. The room glowed to life at their presence. Nell followed Doc. Her husband brought up the rear, close enough to touch her; lethal enough to protect her.

  Even from Bug-uglies.

  Another wall melted at their approach, while the one behind them reformed. Rayem zigged and zagged through square rooms.

  Nell followed him up and down ladders, along ledges, and openings in floors. “It’s like a paleolithic Police Box.”

  Bei’s eyes narrowed. “It is not quantum space. We are moving deeper into the mountainside.”

  “Spoilsport.” She paused alongside Doc in front of a waterfall. Liquid pooled in the small puddle at its base and splashed her boots. She frowned at the cascade. On TV, waterfalls were always noisy things. This one was quiet. She peered into the rippling water. Hundreds of her reflections stared back.

  Rayem’s bushy mustache twitched. “This is the last door.”

  Hugging the wall, the old man sidled behind the waterfall and disappeared.

  Nell filled her lungs. “Guess this is a leap of faith or a crab-like walk into it.”

  Apollie followed. Then Doc.

  No sound indicated they’d found solid footing behind the wall.

  Bei hooked her pinky finger with his. “I queried. No horror movies have a hidden room behind a waterfall.”

  “Yeah, Hollywood keeps that prop for spy movies.” Cold stone skimmed her chest. Limestone crumbled under her hands. She scooted her foot along the ledge. Water made the motion slick. Left foot. Right.

  The draft created by the falling water tugged on her hair. Droplets wormed down her pant legs. Her fingers glided over the wall until they reached empty space.

  A hand wrapped around her wrist.

  She choked on a scream.

  Doc peeked around a square edge. “I’ve got you.”

  Nell scrambled the last foot. Like in the cliff dwelling, fermites provided the ubiquitous light, but then the similarity ended. These walls had angles and planes. Straight lines and uniform heights. “What is this place?”

  Rayem held up his arms. “This is our sanctuary. The faithful gathered here during the last purification.”

  Frowning, Bei set his hand against the cut stone. “Diamond blade. Centuries old. Definitely built as a self-contained compound.”

  Doc swept his green beam along the surface. “No sign of fossils or other materials in the strata, but there are poisonous amounts of chemicals and a two-foot layer of ash beyond them. The complex is huge and very clean. I’m picking up five levels with another two or three underneath.”

  Apollie frowned at the bare, white walls. “Where are the records?”

  “This way.” Rayem pivoted and glided down the long corridor.

  Nell dragged her fingertips over the smooth surface. They tingled as the fermites left her body. What did it mean?

  Bei’s shoulder brushed hers. “Do you feel something? Like you did when you spied the pillar?”

  “No. With the pillar, I felt a connection. It was like…” She shrugged. “It’s just another building.”

  “Not just any building. I think Davena’s people hid here.” Doc’s diag beam fell dark. “I’ll have to run more tests. But if the planet’s soil is as toxic as I think, then the only way life could exist here is if the fermites formed the basis for it.”

  Halfway down the mile long tunnel, doors appeared. Yellow, red, and blue paint glistened on the metal. Names were stenciled in black on the pristine surface.

  “Why would the fermites do that?” Nell clamped her lips closed before she mentioned the Terminator movies. No point in giving the tiny technobots an idea.

  Bei clasped his hands behind his back. “Could be Davena’s ancestors created them here.”

  Doc hugged his suitcase to his chest. “Or the fermites developed a sort of sentience on their own. They need energy and living materials to reproduce. It is to their benefit to form an alliance with biologics, keep them alive.”

  “So the Meek are nothing but a benevolent parasite?” Nell’s feet grew heavier with each step. She covered a yawn.

  A railing appeared at the end of the hallway. Rayem veered to the right. A ramp spun along the edges of the circular room. Rock vaulted overhead. Tables and chairs filled the cavern. Vines sprouted from clay pots. Fist-sized strawberries, raspberries and blackberries drooped from leaves that formed a green curtain around the dining area.

  “The fermites are not a parasite but a symbiotic life-form.” Doc frowned at her.

  Her boots scuffed the marble floor as she shuffled forward. Lead pooled in her fingertips. She hadn’t felt this tired in a long while.

  Bei wrapped his arm around her waist. “Your power cells are fully charged but your body
is fatigued.”

  She shook herself. “Davena promised us a room. Maybe I’ll lie down while you guys study the records.”

  Rayem swept a curtain of vines aside. A silver door filled the opening. “I’ll be happy to take you to your assigned room, Oracle Nell Stafford.”

  Nell shivered. Her mother used to use her first, middle, and last name when Nell was in trouble. While oracle wasn’t a name per se, she was way out of her depth here.

  Bei swept her up in his arms. “Where is this room?”

  Nell sank into her husband’s strength. He always knew the right thing to do.

  “Through the silver door.” Rayem pointed to the visible portal.

  Apollie plucked off a handful of strawberries. “And the records?”

  Rayem pulled the vines open further. Writing covered the wall space between doors. “There are several floors containing our records. These are the most recent.”

  Apollie strolled left. Doc followed the words on the right.

  Thorns snagged Nell’s hair when Bei carried her through the living curtain. She rested her ear against her husband’s chest. His strong heartbeat echoed in his chest. Her eyes drifted closed. She rubbed at the grit and forced them open.

  Rayem scampered ahead and threw open the door.

  A king-sized bed filled the room. Four brass pegs adorned the wall on the right. A metal chair sat in the corner at the head of the bed. No dresser, no nightstand, not even an on-suite. Thankfully, she didn’t have to use the facilities.

  Rayem peeled back a coverlet the color of cherry taffy.

  Bei set her on the bed. “Need help removing your boots?”

  Nell sank into the mattress. Foam cupped her from head to toe. It was nice, but she preferred to feel her husband spooning her. Warm liquid drained down her legs and through her toes as her boots melted off her.

  The left side of Bei’s mouth quirked. “Guess not.”

  Numb fingers clutched at his shirt. She tugged and he leaned over her. “I’ll need help with the rest. Later.”

  “Later.” His lips slanted across hers, gentle but firm. A kiss of comfort and promise.

  If she wasn’t so tired… Her brain box pinged.

  Bei caressed her mind. I’m here if you need me.