D'mok Revival: The Nukari Invasion Anthology

by Michael Zummo

  It was gone.

  Bowing his head, Mencari’s eyes stared down at the metallic, smooth floor, sightless, drained to his core. His heart pounded, his ears rang, and his chest heaved with every labored breath. How much further could he push?

  Maybe they could follow the Nukari ship? Perhaps Eyani could track them and send help? Every fiber in his body resisted the thought.

  Then, a thunderous explosion echoed off the hull of the station.

  Allia screamed, drawing his glance. “You got them!” she cried, pointing.

  Mencari looked with disbelief towards the small portals along the outer hull, and saw wreckage drifting by. Still catching his breath, he forced an exhausted smile to his team.

  Eyani happily chimed in. “Whatever you did, the ship just broke up outside the station!”

  So the Nukari wouldn’t get away today after all, Mencari thought triumphantly. But there was still more to understand.

  “What about the guy in the trench coat?” Mencari panted.

  “Yeah, why did the soldier kill him?” Allia said confused. “Wasn’t he one of them?”

  “The scared kitty wasn’t one of them—at least not a soldier,” Naijen spat.

  “Go back to the body,” Eyani said. “Maybe there’s something on him to explain all this?”

  The group back tracked and found the cat-man still lying face down. Mencari knelt and turned him over. Eyani gasped.

  “Do you know him?” Mencari said.

  “I thought so. He’s one of ours,” Eyani said, exasperated. “Professor Xabier. He went missing a while back.”

  Xabier? The name shot through Mencari. That was the name of Toriko’s professor friend who had been taken by the Nukari. What was going on here?

  “What do you mean, ‘one of ours’?” Mencari said suspiciously.

  “I’ll reopen the bay doors,” she said. “Please, bring his body back with you, and come back as fast as you can.”

  * * * * *

  “You knew about the Nukari,” Mencari said to Eyani, who they found waiting inside the landing bay of the trading post. Bob the bot stood dutifully at her side. Others wearing the uniforms with a thick black stripe across the chest approached, respectfully collecting Xabier’s body and carting him away. Eyani looked on with great sorrow.

  “It’s time to explain some things to you,” she said flatly. “But not here. Please follow me.”

  She quickly led them through the same passages as before, moving them from the densly populated areas, into the all-but-abandoned industrial areas. Bob closely followed, his antenna raised alert, as if constantly scanning as they continued.

  Passing through the same metal gateway, they entered the same cavernous areas as before. Countless aliens still worked tirelessly at their stations, though it seemed there were even more projections of charts and scrolling data than before.

  A furry hulk approached, towering over even Naijen. His short, white-and-black snout, and long gangly limbs made him look almost sloth-like.

  “I’m Commander Tenrl,” the man-beast said warmly. “Eyani has told me much about you. I’d like to personally thank you for your help. Especially today.”

  “What is this place?” Mencari replied.

  “This way,” he said, motioning. They followed the commander down the hall and into another glass-walled conference room.

  “Right now you’re standing in a place called Eden, a centralized intelligence organization comprised of the majority of worlds and races in our quadrant of space,” Tenrl said proudly. “It’s our job to keep the aligned worlds safe. Eyani is an agent who works within the common areas of the trading post.”

  Mencari processed this. “So that whole thing about collecting information about the creatures—”

  “Is entirely accurate,” Eyani chimed in. “But we were also able to monitor you. My apologies for not fully disclosing this sooner, but we’re very aware of the Nukari threat. We needed to make sure we could trust you.”

  A chirp rang out from Bob next to Eyani.

  “And Bob…” Tenrl started. “He’s the central AI for the entire station.”

  Mencari suddenly felt stupid. All the times Bob had greeted him when he arrived, how it remembered all his queries, provided help from any and every system, and could detect weapons or perform environmental scans. Bob was literally in everything and knew everything.

  Eyani fixed him with purple eyes. “We want to work together.”

  “We understand what you are, Commander Mencari,” Tenrl continued. “We saw the records of the attack on the Coalition’s space station. We weren’t sure if the Coalition was going to do anything. They have been silent for quite some time now. I guess you’re our answer. And now you are searching for others with your… skills. We want to help, with the thought we could continue to work together against this threat.”

  Mencari nodded. “I appreciate that. But to be honest, if I’m . . . helping someone, I expect to be kept a little tighter in the loop of information. For example—”

  “Why was Toriko’s professor on that research station with the Nukari?” Allia blurted.

  “Like that,” Mencari said.

  Eyani hesitated, then pulled up a projection of the man. “Professor Francis Xabier,” she said. “Professor FX. You know him?”

  “He’s from Tericn, right?” Mencari said.

  Eyani nodded.

  “Toriko, our lead tech, was close with him,” Mencari added. “When I went to get her from Tericn, she was wrapped up in a Nukari operation there. Turns out the Bansa corporation had been infiltrated by the Nukari.”

  “Bansa?” Eyani gasped.

  “Toriko and the professor had made a discovery that exposed them. Then he disappeared. Toriko’s sister, Maro, an employee of Bansa, found information confirming the Nukari kidnapped the professor, and took him off-world. We didn’t have any leads finding him—until now.”

  “It all makes sense,” Eyani said ominously. “Why all our contacts went dark, our inability to re-establish communications there.”

  “But why was the Professor on the station?” Allia questioned.

  “He’s a Terconian and, more importantly, a renowned researcher in cutting-edge technology,” Eyani said. “He personally led teams creating devices to fight the Nukari. Devices being assembled on that research station.”

  “They must have discovered his role, and wanted the prototypes,” Tenrl added.

  “And they killed him rather than let him be rescued,” Mencari added.

  “Professor FX was a long standing agent of ours,” Commander Tenrl said sadly. “And a darn good one.”

  Eyani looked with concern to Tenrl.

  “Agents have training, and ultimately a self-termination protocol if necessary. There must be a reason he cooperated with them,” Eyani said.

  “Is the trading post in danger?” Mencari asked. “What else may they have found out from him?”

  “It’s a concern,” Tenrl said flatly.

  “We’ve seen how invasive the Nukari can be, they’re much more plotting and thorough,” Eyani said. “Given their own intelligence gathering, even if we were exposed, they’d know the risk of a direct attack on the trading post. It would galvanize every world in this quadrant. Something I’m certain they couldn’t afford.”

  “Regardless, any useful information from those station crystals explaining what they did to the research station?”

  She looked to Tenrl, who nodded.

  “Yes,” she said as she pressed a few buttons dimming the lights, as the glass walls around them grew smoky then fully opaque. “The data recorder managed to capture an attack.”

  A two-dimensional video recording showed an ominously large ship approaching. It unleashed a wide, glowing-red cone of energy that showered the entire station. No more than three seconds passed before an explosion ripped through the station’s lower hull.

  “The secondary generator most likely overloaded, causing that explosion,” Eyani muttere
d, her voice grim.

  “What’s that beam?” Mencari said.

  Tenrl replied, “We think it’s a high-intensity radiation blast.”

  Mencari looked down at Allia, whose eyes bugged out in understanding.

  “Maybe Ichini was reacting to the radiation,” the small girl said. “Maybe that’s why he couldn’t transform.”

  Mencari nodded, then returned his attention to the display. A marking on the side of the attacking ship made him grit his teeth. “There,” he said, pointing at the symbol. “Nukari.”

  “This is the first time we’ve seen them pull out their fleet since the Coalition attack,” Eyani said. “No telling how long it will be until it happens again, regardless of how covert their operations have been lately.”

  “I have a proposition for you, Mencari,” Tenrl said in a quiet but serious tone. “We’re doing our best, but even with our resources we can’t be everywhere, and do everything.”

  Tenrl paused, looking across the group, before fixing his gaze on Mencari.

  “Your team has already demonstrated its skill, and capabilities,” Tenrl added. “Work with us, and together we’ll stop the Nukari.”

  “Become part of Eden?” Mencari asked.

  “No, you can keep your autonomy,” Tenrl explained. “We’d be allies. Sharing information, technologies—move and act together.”

  “I can’t imagine Osuto would object to this,” Mencari said extending his hand. “Allies, then.”

  “Good,” Tenrl said as his long, lanky fingers wrapped around Mencari’s hand.

  “Bob will relay all the information you need to access our systems,” Eyani said.

  “If there’s any problems, I’ll have Toriko contact Eyani,” Mencari said.

  “There is something you could help us with immediately,” Tenrl said calling up star charts, and projections of satellites. “We’ve been searching our quadrant of space with probes, looking for the Nukari—and other activity. It’s a slow process, one your team could expedite.”

  Mencari glanced at the others. “We’ve already been working on that ourselves. How can we help?”

  “Eden can extend our technology to you, give you a section of our quadrant grid to search. You can upload your information directly into a shared data store between our bases.”

  Mencari considered this. “Sounds easy enough.”

  “Excellent,” Tenrl said. “Bob will upload the necessary information for this as well, then. The technology’s quite advanced, so I trust you’ll keep its existence in confidence.”

  Mencari nodded. “Of course.”

  “Our crew will have the hardware ready for you to trailer back to your base.” He smiled. “While advanced, it’s also quite bulky at present.”

  Mencari nodded.

  “I can’t tell you how much this will help,” Tenrl added. “You have our deepest gratitude for the assistance.”

  Mencari looked at the projections depicting the technology, then back at Tenrl, grinning. “Considering what limitations we’ve been working under, I could say the same.”

  * * * * *

  “Bulky technology, he said?” Mencari grunted, easing the last component from Eden down with Naijen. “Bit of an understatement.” He groaned, standing erect, then shaking his arms out.

  “It’s beautiful to me!” Toriko said, eyes gleaming, as she strode over. “I can extend our ion tracking grid using Eden’s systems!”

  “No geek talk,” Naijen said, reaching around and rubbing his back.

  She grabbed her toolkit and dove toward an access panel. “I’m gonna start installing it.”

  Mencari winced. “Now?”

  “It won’t install itself,” she said, grinning roguishly.

  He rolled his eyes as a tension crept across his chest. Toriko had to be told what happened to Professor Xabier. He knew what he had to do, though he dreaded the thought.

  Maybe Osuto could do it?

  He found himself fidgeting with his wedding ring, as memories of his wife and son filled his mind. Knowing his family was gone didn’t make him feel better, but it gave him a new starting place, a way to move forward. Sometimes living with waning hope is worse than having a clean finality to a situation, even if it resolved with a death. Didn’t Toriko deserve that? Anger welled within him for his cowardice.

  A little rest, that’s all he wanted. He just needed to collect himself and his thoughts. Then he would tell her.

  Yet, putting it off wasn’t going to help, or make it any easier later.

  “Toriko…” he said hesitantly. He glanced over at Osuto, who nodded approvingly.

  “Yes?” she said with her usual exuberance.

  Mencari cringed inwardly, as he watched her eyes twinkling with youthful wonder. This is going to crush her, he thought.

  No, he couldn’t do it. Not right now anyway. Part of being a leader is knowing the right thing to say at the right time to keep your team mates strong. And all he knew was that the hollowness inside was threatening to swallow him.

  “Don’t stay up too late,” he said, faking his best smile.

  “I’ll do my best!” she said. “But I can’t promise anything.”

  Mencari noticed the disappointment in Osuto’s face.

  “I’m going to get some rest,” he said, waving and heading down the corridor.

  * * * * *

  Toriko had been working for hours carefully installing the new hardware, when a single thought invaded her mind. Shocked by the enlightenment, she sat up quickly, forgetting she was bodily embedded inside the command consoles. She smacked her head hard, causing her to see stars. Spark pawed her leg caringly while she rubbed her head.

  “I’m okay,” she said wiggling her way out of the panel.

  “Access to everything Eden knows,” she said, still wincing.

  What if they had something about her professor? Sure, she didn’t have permission to look for that information. “This is a need-to-know situation!” she whispered.

  Besides, they’d been so busy since she came to work here, Rhysus might have even forgotten about helping her find out what happened to her professor. No matter what, she could never forget. When she tracked that strange beam and told the professor about it, she had unwittingly put him into danger. His disappearance was her fault.

  “I got you involved in this, and somehow, I’ll get you out,” she muttered. And if it takes all night to get the interface working, that’s fine. I’ll work all day tomorrow for Rhysus.

  Her fingers twittered as she manifested her holographic cube. She tossed it, and it exploded into a virtual console. Quickly accessing the information transmitted from Bob that allowed access to the Eden systems, she opened up a communication port and patched in. After a few moments, a new display appeared.

  She grinned. “Thatta boy.”

  The interface led her into a maze of data pipes and security gates, but each one opened effortlessly. Her stomach fluttered as she approached the entrance to Eden’s knowledgebase, then gasped when she encountered a seemingly endless field of infoglobes.

  “Okay,” she whispered. “I’m definitely gonna need help here.”

  Spark’s paws clanked on the floor as he dutifuly stood at attention. Looking down at her hardy companion she shook her head. “Sorry boy, not this time.”

  He whined softly as Toriko gestured. A small projection of herself appeared before them. “I’m here!” Mini-Toriko said. “Weeeeeee!”

  “Mini-Toriko, I need you—”

  “Of course you do, silly. That’s why you called me,” Mini-Toriko replied. “Anything for you! You’re the best! I’m so glad to be here for you!”

  She laughed at how silly the ego-boosters she’d coded in sounded now. There was a time not so long ago, when no one seemed to understand or appreciate her. In fact, outside of her digital creations, no one seemed to be in her corner.

  No one, except Professor Xabier, that was. He always believed in her. He made her feel like she really was somebody,
that she really deserved to be respected and treasured.

  But now, like her father before him, the professor was gone too.

  Images of Osuto and Mencari drifted into her thoughts, and she realized how many times they’d thanked and praised her in the short time she’d known them. Even when she messed up, they continued to make her feel confident and worthwhile.

  She felt lucky, lucky for the things she now had in her life.

  Shaking her head, she refocused on the task at hand: to search every corner of Eden’s knowledgebase for any hint of Professor Xabier.

  “You ready?” Toriko said to her tiny avatar.

  “It’s a cinch,” Mini-Toriko said with a happy snap of the wrist. “And besides, I have the cleanest search algorithm the Methodology Council has ever seen! Remember?”

  Okay, maybe too many ego-boosters in there. After blushing in embarrassment, she added a note to herself to review every line of code she’d ever written, and rip out those crazy statements.

  Mini-Toriko melded into the nearest infoglobe, then began to zip from sphere to sphere. Suddenly a second avatar appeared in the distance, then rapidly filled her view screen.

  Her brow furrowed. “Bob?” she said curiously.

  “Greetings and salutations, Terconian Toriko Purg! I have a priority communication for you.”

  Next to him an image of Eyani appeared, circled in green.

  “Hello, Toriko. I noticed you’re probing our database,” Eyani said.

  Toriko gasped. “I’m sorry. Am I in trouble?”

  “No. Not at all. . .”

  Before Bob’s avatar, a new infoglobe appeared.

  “Follow these directions. And let me know when you’re done.”

  Mini-Toriko zipped over and melded with it. Another holographic display appeared, displaying security protocols with highly specific encryption keys and new access routines. She bit her lip as she quickly followed the instructions.

  The green circle around Eyani turned amber, and Bob chirped, “Secure protocol verified!”

  “I’m impressed. Quick work,” Eyani said.

  “Thanks!” Toriko said. “Say, you saw my access pretty fast. Are you sitting at the controls?”

  Eyani laughed. “We are monitoring everything, all the time. Is there something specific you’re looking for? Maybe I can help.”