Devon Blake and the Starship Crash

by Douglas Warren

  the ground quake. He tried again, but once again slid back down.

  “Anyone want to give me a boost?” They all laughed again.

  Their moment of humor was interrupted as the ground began to shake once more.

  Merrell grabbed Jacinda and Flim, snatching them back from the edge of the hill. They looked

  on in horror as the side of the hill that they had originally scaled began to collapse. It seemed as

  if the entire hillside was collapsing. Suddenly everything was pelted with flying dirt as

  something broke through the hillside. A huge snakelike creature loomed over Devon. The

  creature was so huge that most of it was still concealed in the hillside.

  “Help!” Devon cried, his voice filled with panic. The creature swayed back and forth, as

  if searching for something. At that moment Devon realized that the creature had no eyes. It must be using its ears to hunt, he thought. That made sense because something that tunneled

  under the ground would not need very good eyesight.

  Devon froze, holding his breath, hoping that not moving or making a sound would make

  him invisible to the creature. It seemed to work for a few moments as the creature swayed back

  and forth, seemingly confused by the disappearance of its prey.

  The creature stopped swaying and seemed to take in a deep breath. After a moment it

  lowered its head. Devon clapped his hand over his ears as the creature roared. The sound made

  the nearby ground to shake, knocking Devon off his feet again. As soon as he fell, the creature

  reared up once again, aware of where its missing prey had gone. Devon covered his face with

  his hands and prepared himself for the coming blow.

  Instead of feeling the jaws of the creature crushing him, he felt a deep thrumming coming

  from the ground. Peeking through his fingers, Devon watched the creature. It seemed confused

  by the sound, not sure where it was coming from. It was frantically swinging its massive head

  back and forth, searching for the source of the sound.

  “Devon, behind you,” he heard Jacinda shout. Springing to his feet, Devon glanced

  quickly behind where he had been laying. His jaw dropped open when he saw the source of the

  sound. Sammy, his automatic luggage, was standing in the gash in the side of the ship. A

  strange looking probe extended from its side, touching the ground. Each time Devon felt the

  earth thrum, the dirt around the probed jumped. Somehow Sammy must be causing the sound.

  Devon leaped to his feet and tried to scramble back up the slope to safety. As soon as he

  moved the creature swung its head toward him and began to slither forward, intent on making

  him a meal. The creature gave out a bellow of pain and swung away from Devon, back toward

  Sammy. Over his shoulder, Devon could see another arm extended from Sammy, firing some

  sort of emerald beam at the creature. Where ever the beam touched the creature’s rough hide,

  black blood flowed. Somehow Sammy was attacking the creature, protecting Devon from being

  eaten.

  Devon was frozen in place as he watched Sammy nimbly avoid the clumsy lunges of the

  creature. He had never seen Sammy move like this before, and it shocked him. With a final

  flourish, Sammy’s beam severed the creature’s neck. Its sightless head fell to the ground with a

  thump. This sent the body of the creature into a spasm of panic. Its thick coils thrashed wildly,

  knocking large pieces of hillside into the ravine.

  With the grace of a deer, Sammy leaped over the madly convulsing coils and skittered

  toward Devon. Without stopping, another arm extended for its side and grasped Devon by the

  collar. Spindly legs digging into the loose dirt of the hillside, Sammy dragged his master up the

  hill and away from the edge.

  Jacinda, Flim, and Merrell followed quickly, convinced by the increased amount of dirt

  tumbling down toward the ship that the hilltop was no longer a safe place to be. They got away

  from the edge mere moments before a huge slab of the hillside separated and tumbled down onto

  the thrashing creature.

  The creature stopped moving, buried in a grave of its own making. Devon and the others

  sat silently, afraid to move too soon, just in case the monster was able to dig itself out. After a

  few moments Devon felt another vibration…and it felt like it was right next to him. He rolled

  away from the others and leapt to his feet, scanning the ground in a near panic. With a start he

  realized he was the source of the vibration. With a relieved sigh Devon realized that the vibration was coming from his WristVid. He flipped open the lid and pressed the button to

  activate the speaker.

  “…there, Devon? Are you okay?” Devon recognized Deke’s raspy voice.

  “I’m here, Mr. Jacobs.”

  “Were you hurt? That slither came out of nowhere.”

  Devon chuckled, “A slither? Is that what tried to eat me?”

  “There were unsubstantiated reports of such creatures, but nothing confirmed.” Deke

  sounded embarrassed. “The survey team figured that they were just figments of a few

  prospectors’ imaginations. I guess you proved them wrong.”

  “Lucky me.” He laughed out loud, brushing dirt from his coveralls.

  Jacinda stared at Devon, shaking her head. “I can’t believe you think this is funny! You

  were almost killed.”

  “But I wasn’t…and if I don’t laugh, I’d probably cry.”

  Deke’s voice came over the speaker again. “Never mind that. What happened to the

  creature? We couldn’t quite see from here. The view from the passenger windows isn’t very

  good.”

  “I thought I was a goner until Sammy distracted the thing.”

  “Sammy? Who is he?” Deke sounded confused.

  “Sammy isn’t a he; Sammy is a ‘what’.”

  “Excuse me?” Deke sounded even more confused.

  “Sammy is what I call my automatic luggage.”

  “And how, exactly, did your suitcase distract the slither?” “Well, I’m not really sure. But he did, and then he saved me. I always knew that Sammy

  was specially made, but I never saw him do anything like he did back there.”

  Devon glanced over at the trunk, now seemingly dormant.

  “I could swear I caught a glimpse of a plasma beam down there.”

  Devon cleared his throat, sounding embarrassed. “I think you did. That was Sammy too.

  He dragged me up the hill too. I’ve never seen him move that fast before. His legs never got

  that long before.”

  “I saw it do that. Where did you get that thing?” Concern was creeping into Deke’s

  voice.

  “My parents had it made for me. I guess they added a few things that they didn’t tell me

  about.”

  “Sammy sounds more like a Class One SecBot than automatic luggage. Well, that

  doesn’t matter right now. You people need to get back in here right now. There may be more of

  those things out there.”

  Flim was peering over the edge of the ridge, down into the ravine.

  “I think we have a problem, folks.”

  All eyes turned to Flim. His normal smirk was missing.

  “When that thing buried itself, it buried our way back into the ship.”

  Devon, Jacinda, and Merrell scrambled over to see if Flim was right. Just as he had said,

  there was a huge mound of freshly turned dirt piled against the side of the ship, completely blocking the gash they had used to leave the ship.

  Chapter 12

  Ensig
n Hal Kepler hunched over his data terminal working feverishly. He wiped his tired

  eyes and yawned.

  “One more time,” he muttered to himself as he scanned the search results. He knew he

  had to make sure that he did not miss anything. One sli-up and the captain might never give him

  another chance.

  Ever since Hal had been assigned to the Boadicea, he had tried to make a positive

  impression on Captain Leiber. However, it seemed that impressing ‘Old Stoneface’ was

  impossible. He usually treated Hal with indifference, which was much preferred to the stern

  glare he had seen the captain bestow on crewmembers who disappointed him.

  According to the search results, what happened to Forrestal’s atmosphere could not

  happen. The only similar incidents of a planet’s ionosphere becoming opaque involved highly

  contaminated industrial planets. Forrestal was a nearly pristine wilderness planet. The two

  pieces of information just did not seem to fit.

  The rescue mission could not begin until he solved this riddle. Kepler knew that this was

  his chance to shine. He tried to think of any natural occurrences that could mimic severe

  pollution.

  The answer hit him like a lightning bolt. He sat up straight and exclaimed, “A volcano!”

  Everyone on the bridge turned toward him, startled by his outburst.

  The captain raised an eyebrow, “New information, Mr. Kepler?”

  “Sir, the atmospheric changes could be the result of volcanic activity.”

  “A volcano? This sounds a little extreme for a volcano to cause.”

  Ensign Kepler paused for a moment, thinking carefully. “I agree, sir.” Frowning, the captain rose and walked over the Kepler’s work station. “Please explain.”

  “Well, Sir, I agree that a single volcano, no matter how big, probably couldn’t cause such

  a widespread problem…but a series of them might be enough.”

  The captain turned to face Kepler, giving him his full attention. “How sure are you of

  this?”

  “It’s just a theory, but it’s the only one that makes any sense. The combined gas output

  from multiple volcanoes is the only thing that could replicate the atmospheric contamination that

  causes this type of problem…unless the survey team missed a highly industrialized civilization

  down there.”

  “I doubt that, Ensign Kepler.” The captain gave him a dark look. “It just doesn’t make

  sense that they would miss an imminent disaster either.”

  Kepler shrugged apologetically.

  The captain paused for a moment. “As this is the only theory we have, we will go with it.

  However, I need more information…quickly.”

  “Yes sir, I’ll try to confirm it.” Kepler hunched over his terminal once again, desperately trying to think of a way to confirm volcanic eruptions though the haze of Forrestal’s ionosphere.

  Chapter 13

  Terry and the other children pressed themselves up against the glass of their windows,

  hoping to catch a glimpse of Devon and the others that were trapped outside.

  Terry snickered, “Serves them right, getting stuck out there. They were just trying to

  show off, and it bit them in the backside. Let the bowzers eat them.”

  Link and Junior stopped peering out of their windows in unison. “But, Terry, our brother is out there,” Junior remarked. Both boys wore a look of

  concerned confusion.

  “Who cares, he made his choice,” Terry said with a sneer in his voice.

  Link’s eyebrows furrowed. “But, Terry, Merrell, might get hurt. Are you saying you

  want him to get hurt?” Both Link and Junior turned toward Terry, beginning to show signs of

  anger.

  Sensing that he had gone too far, Terry gulped. “Merrell…hurt? Of course I don’t want

  that.” He smiled nervously. “He is my friend, why would I want him to get hurt…it’s just that I

  don’t like the others. Like I said before Blake is a thief, Flim is a freak, and the urchin girl

  doesn’t even belong with us. She is as poor as a spaceport mouse.”

  Link and Junior relaxed, soothed by Terry’s fast-talk. Junior scratched his head and

  paused for a moment.

  “…Terry, I’ve been meaning to ask you something. You called Devon a thief. What did

  he steal?”

  Terry shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Well, he didn’t really steal anything, but his

  whole family is a bunch of thieves.”

  Junior shrugged. “I still don’t get it. Why?”

  Terry leaned forward, putting his face close to Junior’s. “His grandfather nearly wrecked

  mine. My grandpapa owned United Gyros back then. We owned it for generations before that.

  When Devon’s grandfather invented his stupid hovercar nobody wanted gyrocopters anymore.

  My grandpapa lost the company, and nearly everything else. Luckily, he still owned another,

  smaller manufacturing company. He and my dad worked for a long time to make it successful, and it is now.” Terry paused to make sure that Link and Junior understood. “So, you see, he and

  his family stole almost everything we had. It just wasn’t fair.”

  Link shrugged, “I guess your right, but you still got that other company. So you are still

  rich.”

  Terry crossed his arms angrily, “Rich, yes, but not as rich as we are supposed to

  be…thanks to them.”

  Junior nodded, seeming satisfied. “Okay, I guess you’re right. His family done you

  wrong, so no need to be nice to Devon.” He paused for a moment, then continued. “By the way,

  what does that other company your family owns make?” Terry sat silently for a moment, jaws clenched, then growled. “Garbage Dumpsters.”

  Chapter 14

  Devon's eyes scanned the nearby trees carefully. The hair on the back of his neck stood

  up, sending a shiver down his back.

  "Does anyone else feel like they are being watched?" Devon whispered, trading glances

  with Flim, Jacinda, and Merrell.

  They all nodded in agreement.

  Devon tapped the transmit button on his WristVid. "Mr. Jacobs? Are you there?" He

  waited for a response for several moments. "Hello, Mr. Jacobs?" There was still no response.

  Devon's mind began to race, filled with images of Deke lying unconscious in the aisle of

  the drop ship, the children all around him screaming in panic.

  Devon nearly jumped when Deke’s voice came out of his WristVid. “I’m here Devon.

  You sound upset, is everything okay?” Devon paused for a moment, trying to keep the fear out of his voice. “We are okay, but I

  am getting a bad feeling…like we are being watched.”

  “Don’t worry, I’m sure it is just your imagination. What we need to worry about right

  now is getting you back inside. We have plenty of time before nightfall, but I want you in here a

  lot sooner than that.”

  “So what do we do?”

  “I think we can open one of the emergency doors and lower a rope or something down to

  you. We just have to find something like a rope. It should not take more than a few minutes.”

  Devon sighed in relief and turned to the others. “I think that’ll make us all feel better.

  Right guys?”

  Jacinda and Merrell nodded in agreement, but there was no sign of Flim. Devon gave the

  others a confused look.

  “Where in the world did Flim go?”

  Jacinda looked around, her eyes wide. “I’m not sure. He was just here.”

  Merrell and Devon began looking as well, scanning the area f
or any sign of their friend.

  Unfortunately, there was no sign.

  “Flim! Where are you?” Jacinda called loudly, her voice on the edge of panic. Looking

  pleadingly at Devon, she seemed about to cry. In a flash her worry turned to anger as she

  realized that Devon was trying to suppress a grin. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth shrank

  down to an angry scowl.

  “What…is going on?” Jacinda’s hands moved to her hips, her whole posture teetering on

  the edge of exasperation. “This had better not be some kind of dumb joke.” Devon finally mastered his mirth and managed to respond. “No, it’s not a joke…exactly.

  But…you know Flim. He likes to play tricks on people, and I’m sure this is one of his tricks.”

  “But where did he go?” Jacinda asked. Merrell was looming over her shoulder, a look of

  expectation on his face as well.

  “Hmm, that is a little hard to explain.” Devon paused, not really wanting to reveal Flim’s

  special talent. Devon began to wither under her relentless glare. “Let’s just say he is really good

  at hiding.”

  Jacinda signed, shaking her head, uttering a single word. “Boys.”

  Merrell stifled a snicker as well, earning him a sharp look from Jacinda as well.

  The sound of rustling leaves broke the building tension, drawing all of their attention

  toward the deep forest surrounding the hilltop. All three friends peered into the undergrowth,

  expecting to see Flim emerge with a smile of triumph on his face.

  When no one appeared they all looked at each other, confused.

  Jacinda was the first to speak. “Okay, so where is he? I honestly didn’t think he had this

  kind of patience.”

  “I have no…” The words caught in Devon’s throat as a figure emerged from the

  undergrowth behind Jacinda and Merrell.

  Jacinda recognized the look of surprise on Devon’s face and began to turn. “It’s about

  time you…” She froze as well when she saw the figure. It surely was not Flim.

  The creature, if that word could be used, stood upright. It was about the same height as

  Jacinda, but the similarities ended there. What looked like soft green feathers covered its entire

  body. Bright amber eyes peered out of the green, fuzzy face, almost like those of a friendly