“Didn’t you hear it?” she said quietly.
“Hear what?” said Stasiak, trying to look in every direction at once, and almost succeeding.
“There’s something moving in the mists, not far away. It knows we’re here.” She focused her concentration, trying to touch whatever it was with her esp, but it stayed obstinately just at the edge of her awareness.
“Can you at least give us a direction?” said Ripper quietly.
Diana indicated the area off to her right with a quick movement of her chin, and they all strained their eyes against the curling mists. It was cold and quiet, and nothing moved.
“There’s nothing there,” said Stasiak, lowering his gun. “Not a damned thing. You’re just nervous, esper. Jumping at shadows.”
“It’s there,” Diana insisted. “I can feel it.”
“Well, whatever it is, I think we’d be safer on the move,” said Ripper. “Lew, you lead the way. I’ll watch the rear. Esper, you stay between us, and if you see it again, try and let us know without alerting it. Don’t worry, we won’t letanything happen to you. Now let’s move, shall we? Nice and easy …”
They set off again, and Diana strode jerkily along, looking left and right, her back crawling. Something was watching her, and she could feel its menace like a sharp taste in her mouth. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, and she almost wished she had taken a disrupter for herself after all. The thought shocked her calm again, like a faceful of cold water. She was an esper, not a killer. Whatever it was out there, she should be concentrating on making contact with it. Except there was no other living thing on this planet. The sensors said so. But the sensors hadn’t reacted to what attacked her on the way down, and they’d been real enough. She’d felt them in her mind as they moved inexorably in to crush the fragile pinnace, only to draw back when they sensed her presence. Her presence. Because they knew you were innocent, the Captain had said. The word innocent rang in her mind like a bell.
There was a loud crashing sound to her left, as something large forced its way between two trees, snapping off the solid metal branches. Ripper signalled urgently for them to keep moving. Diana looked at Stasiak.
“Still think I’m seeing things?”
He growled something under his breath, swinging his gun back and forth as he searched for a target. There was the sound of heavy footsteps, to their left and to their right, and the ground shook under their feet. Diana’s breath caught in her throat as she realised the sounds were coming from two different directions now. She began to increase her pace, and the marines moved with her, until suddenly all three of them were running. The heavy footsteps kept up with them effortlessly, the ground shaking under their weight like an earthquake. Diana could feel panic welling up inside her, and clamped down on it hard. Whatever was out there, it was gaining on them. She could feel herself slowing as herwind ran out, and forced herself on. And then they burst out of the trees and into a clearing, and as suddenly as that, the pursuing footsteps were gone. The three of them stumbled to a halt, looking back into the trees, but the mists were empty and still, the only sound on the quiet their own harsh breathing.
“What happened?” Stasiak asked breathlessly. “Did we lose them?”
“I don’t think so,” said Diana.
“Then what did happen?” said Ripper.
Diana shrugged. “They’re not ready to kill us yet, that’s all. They want us to suffer first.”
“They?” said Ripper, “Diana, who are they?”
The esper looked away from the trees and turned her gaze on the two marines. “They’re the Ashrai. Or what’s left of them. Angry ghosts haunting the forest that used to be theirs.”
She began to breathe more easily again, and nodded for the two marines to continue. They glared at the trees around them, hefted their guns uncertainly, and then started across the open clearing. Diana moved with them, her esp wide open, but she couldn’t detect any other presences in the surrounding forest. All three of them tensed as they left the clearing and plunged back into the trees, but nothing happened. They stayed alert and cautious all the rest of the way, but the forest remained empty and silent, like a huge abandoned graveyard. And finally they arrived at their destination, with nothing to show for their trip but a few jangled nerves. They stopped at the top of a rise and looked down at what they’d come to see, and for a long time none of them could say anything.
The crashed alien ship lay at the bottom of the rise, huge and dark like a thundercloud fallen to earth. It was hundreds of feet long, an insane tangle of brass columns, held together by glazed nodes each bigger than the entirepinnace. Spiked and barbed projections emerged from the main bulk at irregular intervals, but whether they were sensors or weapons or something else entirely wasn’t clear. The ship lay half-buried at the end of a mile-long scorch mark, with a long trail of jagged tree stumps to mark its passing. Diana tried to imagine how fast the ship had to have been travelling when it hit, to have caused such devastation, but it was just too much for her to visualize. The one thing she was sure of was that the pinnace wouldn’t have survived such a landing. She looked round sharply as someone called her name, and then she hurried down to join the Investigator, who was waiting by the ship. The marines followed her down at a more leasurely pace, just to remind the Investigator that they weren’t that impressed by her.
The ship loomed over Diana like a mountain crag, its dull brass surfaces seeming to absorb the light rather than reflect it. The Investigator ignored it casually, as though she’d seen better in her time. Probably has, thought Diana.
“You took longer than I expected,” said Frost. “Trouble along the way?”
“Not really,” said Ripper easily. “We thought we heard something moving in the mists, but nothing came of it.”
Frost nodded, apparently unconcerned. “You marines will stand watch while the esper and I check out the ship. Nothing is to approach this vessel without being challenged and identified first. But don’t just blast anything that moves. Remember, the Captain’s still out there somewhere. Esper, follow me.”
She turned and walked away, and Diana hurried after her. The alien ship fascinated her. Its shape made no sense at all, and trying to follow the ins and outs of its insane structure made her head ache. The twisting brass columns ranged from two to twenty feet in diameter, wrapped around each other as often as not.
“It is an unknown, isn’t it, Investigator?” she burst out finally, unable to keep quiet any longer. “It’s a totally new alien species! I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Neither have I,” said Frost calmly. “Run a full scan on it for me.”
Diana flushed. She shouldn’t have needed an order to do something that basic. She raised her esp and let it flow out over the ship. The huge structure burned in her mind like a guttering candle, and she grimaced despite herself. She couldn’t seem to get a hold on anything; her mind skidded off the ship as though it was greased. She concentrated, trying to focus, but the ship was so different, so … alien, her mind simply couldn’t grasp it. There was something deeply disturbing about the vessel, with all its crazy angles and weird surfaces, things that shouldn’t hold together but somehow did, and above it all … something else. Something so large, so enormous, she couldn’t see it for the details. She pulled back, trying to grasp the structure as a whole, and when the truth finally hit her, she couldn’t get her breath for a moment.
Frost studied the esper as she stood before the ship, her eyes moving restlessly behind her closed eyelids. Diana’s breathing was quick and shallow, and there was a sheen of sweat on her face despite the cold. And then the esper’s eyes shot open, and she fell back a step, her hands lifting as though to defend herself from something close at hand. She looked away from the ship, shuddered briefly, and then had herself back under control again. Frost frowned. Whatever the esper had encountered, it was apparently unpleasant enough to knock all the enthusiasm for the ship right out of her.
“Well?�
� said Frost finally. “What did you see, esper?”
“I’m not sure,” said Diana quietly. “The ship is so alien I can’t be sure of anything.”
“Did you detect any life signs within the ship?”
“Just one.” Diana looked at the Investigator for the first time. “I think it’s the ship itself. And it’s dying.”
Frost looked at the unhappy esper for a moment, and then nodded and turned away. She studied the vast ship towering over her, and walked slowly along beside it. Diana hurried after her, not wanting to be left alone, even for a moment.
Up on the rise, Stasiak looked at Ripper. “Do you get the feeling we’re ever so slightly superfluous here?”
Ripper shrugged. “There’s always the chance those ghosts will show up to annoy us again.”
“Oh, great. What are we supposed to do, exorcise them? I’m getting really fed up with this mission, Rip. Nothing to hit, nothing to shoot at, and I think my suit’s heating elements are on the blink again.”
“Look on the bright side,” said Ripper. “At least it’s not raining.”
Stasiak just looked at him.
Frost stood before the huge alien ship, and let her hand rest on the butt of her gun. If she didn’t find an entrance soon, she’d make one the hard way. She didn’t like resorting to brute force so early in an investigation, but this whole mission had been a debacle right from the beginning. Standard procedure with any new species was to study the situation from a safe distance, and only make contact when you were sure you held the upper hand. But here she was, thrown in the deep end and sinking fast, with the Captain off on his own somewhere looking for ghosts, and no backup available from the main ship if things got out of hand. Frost sighed, and shook her head. Some days you just shouldn’t get out of bed.
She scowled at the ship, and reached out to gently touch the dully gleaming metal with her fingertips. It was surprisingly warm to the touch, with an unpleasant, oily feel.
“Investigator!”
Frost looked away from the hull, absently rubbing her fingers together. “What is it, esper?”
“I’ve found something. It could be a hatchway.”
Frost looked back and winced inwardly as she saw that the esper had climbed up onto a metal turret and was squatting precariously before a shadowy niche. Frost pondered briefly if there was any point in raising the subject of security systems and booby traps, and decided not to waste her breath. With the esper’s luck, they’d probably just malfunction anyway. She climbed carefully up to join Diana, her hands and feet slipping on the slick metal, and looked at what the esper had found. Tucked away behind a metal outcropping was a dark gap, some ten feet tall and three feet wide.
“It’s not an airlock,” said the esper excitedly. “But the shape’s too regular for it to be crash damage. Do we go in?”
Frost frowned. “Normally, I’d say no. We don’t know enough about the ship to tell what’s dangerous and what isn’t. But, since we’re pressed for time and we need answers now, yes, esper, we are going in. Or rather, I’m going in and you’re coming along to watch my back. Stay close, but don’t get in my way. Odin, this is Investigator Frost. Respond.”
They waited for a moment but there was no reply, not even static from their comm implants. Frost gestured for Diana to try her comm unit, but she did no better.
“Damn,” said Frost dispassionately. “Something in the ship must be interfering with our transmissions. This mission just gets better all the time. Follow me, esper.”
Frost drew her disrupter and stepped cautiously through the opening. Diana followed her in, practically treading on the Investigator’s heels. Beyond the opening lay a narrow tunnel choked with thick strands of filmy webbing, some of which was already falling apart in shreds and tatters. The ceiling was too low for the esper and the Investigator to walk upright, and they were forced to proceed in a hunched, awkward shuffle. A flickering blue light emanated from the corridor walls, hiding as much in shadows as it revealed. The air was definitely warmer inside the ship, and Diana wrinkled her nose at the growing, sickly sweet odor. It reminded her of something, but she couldn’t place it. She tried instead to concentrate on what the corridor was telling her about the ship’s inhabitants. To start with, they were definitely shorter than humans, probably about four feet or less in height. The blue lights suggested eyes that functioned in roughly the same range as a human’s, and the warmer air suggested a need for temperature controls. Beyond that, Diana was pretty much out of her depth, and she knew it.
Frost holstered her gun, drew her sword, and methodically began to cut a path through the decaying webbing. The strands gave way easily enough, but there was little room to swing the great sword in the confines of the corridor and the Investigator’s progress was slowed by a need to stop every now and again to clean away threads clinging stubbornly to the blade. The light grew steadily brighter as they slowly made their way deeper into the ship, but the flickering grew worse. Diana shrugged. Maybe the light was supposed to flicker.
The smell was definitely worse as they moved forward. The uneven floor rose and fell like a tide, and the walls bowed in and out for no reason Diana could see. Faint silver traces shone along one wall, though whether they were functional or merely decorative was unclear. Certainly the patterns followed no human sense of logic or aesthetics. Openings appeared in the walls, leading off into other corridors, some of which were unlit. Beginning to be a little nervous about how far they’d come, Diana glanced back over her shoulder. The tunnel stretched away into the blue-lit distance, with no sign of the entrance they’d used. She decided she wasn’t going to think about that. No doubt Frost knew the way out, and that was all that mattered. In the meantime, there were just too many interesting things to get excited about.
“Isn’t this amazing?” she said breathlessly to the Investigator, who had paused yet again to clean her sword.
Frost smiled slightly, but didn’t answer. The esper might be wide-eyed with the wonder of it all, but Frost knew better than to let herself get distracted. There’d be time for sightseeing later, when the ship had been thoroughly explored and tested for booby traps, intentional or otherwise. She pressed cautiously on, carefully checking each side passage before they passed it. The ship was eerily quiet, the hush seeming almost to absorb each new sound as it was made. And there was a growing feeling on the air, something clinging, like static. Frost suddenly realised the esper wasn’t treading on her heels anymore, and she looked back down the corridor. Diana had come to a halt some way back, and was staring intently at the ceiling above her. Frost padded quietly back to join her.
“What is it, esper? What have you found?”
“I’m not sure,” said Diana slowly. “Look at this.”
She gestured at part of the ceiling. It was blue and purple and swollen, like a bruise. Frost tested it with the tip of her sword, and the material gave easily under the pressure.
“I finally recognised the smell,” said Diana. “It’s a lot clearer just here.”
Frost looked at her dubiously and took a deep breath, flaring her nostrils. Together with the look of the ceiling, the sickly sweet smell was immediately familiar. “Decay.” said Frost. “Rotting meat.”
“Yes,” said Diana. “Decomposition of what was once living tissue. Parts of the ship have been dead long enough to rot.”
Frost hefted her sword, took a firm grip with both hands, and cut savagely at the discolored patch on the ceiling. The blade sank in deep, and the bruised-looking material split open like a wound. Frost jerked her sword back out, andtangled silver threads fell down into the corridor, wrapped around pink ropes of intestines studded with faceted crystals. Diana fell back a step, a look of almost comical surprise on her face. Frost touched a cautious finger to the hanging threads, and they fell apart into a gooey slime that spattered on the floor. The Investigator studied it for a moment, and then wiped her fingers clean on her leggings. She couldn’t perform a proper analysis without her equipment
, most of which was back on the Darkwind. She blinked in surprise as the esper fell suddenly to her knees beside the slime on the floor, and gently parted it with her fingers. Frost knelt down beside her, watching as Diana fished a small faceted crystal out of the goo and held it up before her eyes.
“What is it?” said Frost.
“It’s a memory crystal.” said Diana. “Pretty much like the ones we use in our computers. Only here the patterns are so strongly impressed I can practically read them with my mind. I could be wrong, but I think this is part of this ship’s log.” She got to her feet along with the Investigator, still holding the crystal up before her eyes. “The other crystals are either dead or damaged; I’m not getting anything from them. But this one … this crystal is important. I can feel it.”
Frost nodded slowly, swinging her sword thoughtfully back and forth before her. “Take it back to the pinnace, and let Odin have a crack at it. I want a complete analysis, and access to the crystal’s memories, and I want it an hour ago. So you’d better hurry.”
Diana looked at her blankly. “You mean, we’re leaving? But we’ve barely scratched the surface here!”
“You’re leaving. I’m staying. I think we can be fairly sure there aren’t any living crew left on board, or you’d have sensed them by now. So the only answers we’re likely to get are from that crystal. Take the marines back with you; the crystal needs their protection more than I do. Well, don’t just stand there, esper. What are you waiting for?”
“I can’t find my way back out on my own.” said Diana in a small voice. “Can you come back with me to show me the way?”
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