“I know what you’re thinking,” Wilson said as he sat on a corner of the table.
“It’s not difficult. I’ve been saying it ever since the barrier came down. We should leave. These developments have pushed us way outside our original mission scenario. We were supposed to be a scouting flight. This is something else entirely.”
“I know, I know.” Wilson ran his hand back through his hair; it was getting longer than he liked. “But we still don’t know why they were confined, and we certainly don’t know who or what put the barrier up. We were sent here to find out. That means we haven’t completed our mission, not to my satisfaction.”
“That fight was a damn good indicator why they were penned up in here. It doesn’t come any clearer than that to me.”
“Maybe, but we can’t go home with just an assumption. I need to be certain.”
“It’s not just the Dyson civilization you have to consider, Wilson. Why was that barrier taken down for us? Doesn’t that bother you?”
“Of course it does. But the people who can tell us about the barrier are right here.”
“We can’t ask them, it’s too risky. In our whole history, the human race has only ever let off five nuclear warheads in anger. And they were under the most extraordinary, exceptional circumstances. That fight of theirs just saw eight hundred and seventy-two fusion bombs detonating inside of thirty minutes, and half of them had diverted energy output functions. They are dangerous, Wilson. Very, very dangerous.”
“The kind of weapons involved in any conflict are determined by the nature of the battleground and the technology available. If we are attacked out here, I’m quite prepared to use our nukes. It would be an appropriate response. Does my willingness to do my duty make the human race a bunch of dangerous killers?”
“You’re twisting this. I’m on record here: I don’t like this situation. It is my opinion we should leave.”
“We can’t. For all it’s an unexpected outcome, this is why we’re here. Discovery and opportunity, Oscar. We can’t turn our back on it. That would be less than human. I’m going to authorize a remote investigatory contact.”
Oscar closed his eyes and let out a long dispirited breath. “Okay. It is your choice, and I will support it. But can we at least be cautious about it?”
Wilson smiled at him. “Believe me, we are going to be so cautious you’ll think I’ve turned dangerously paranoid.”
They set out the rules of contact at the next daily departmental heads meeting, drawing on the Commonwealth protocols for alien contact, and adapting them to their own unique situation.
“It is my intention to discover what we can about the Dyson aliens without ourselves being observed,” Wilson said. “Now we’ve seen how volatile they are, I am not prepared to take the Second Chance into orbit around any planet or moon. God alone knows what weapons systems they have in orbit around their large population centers.”
“The initial investigation will be a contact team deployment to a deserted artifact, something big, an abandoned habitat or wrecked spaceship,” Oscar said. “Anything that will show us how they live, give us an indication of their physical shape, their culture. If we get lucky there might be some electronic memory units we can access. Whatever we choose, it will be a minimum of five million kilometers from any settlement or ship. We can manage a five-gee acceleration in an emergency combat situation, which is significantly lower than most of the ships we’ve seen flying around out there; so our primary tactical advantage is our FTL drive. I’d like to avoid any sort of chase altogether, therefore the whole procedure will be conducted on a minimum emission basis.”
“Before we begin this investigation, I’d like some idea of their response if we’re exposed to them,” Wilson said. He glanced around the table until he found Emmanuelle Verbeke, their alien culture officer. “Can you give us any insight on their society, yet?”
“Very little other than the obvious,” she said. “What we’ve seen matches our standard simulations for a non-FTL technological species. They’ve followed a logical progressive route of development across their star system. Given the extent and obvious success of their colonization I am slightly puzzled by the fight we saw. I would have expected more social stability. But as we really know nothing about their culture it would be inappropriate to speculate too much on the conflict at this point.”
“We’ve made no progress on decrypting any of their signals,” Anna said. “That’s worrying. I don’t expect the RI algorithms to begin immediate translations, but there were some areas I expected progress with.”
“Such as?” Oscar asked.
“Video or holographic signals for a start. There are basic formatting rules which data of that nature has to follow. Even if they see in ultraviolet or air-sonar, there will be display template patterns that can be determined. So far we haven’t found any. Their transmissions seem to be almost completely random, and they’re all analogue signals, which is even stranger. Of course it doesn’t help that we’re receiving so many of them. Overlap and interference is considerable. I would at least have hoped to play you an example of their language by now, but I can’t even do that.”
“It is unusual that we don’t even know what they look like,” Emmanuelle said. “If the situation were reversed, and the Dyson aliens were lurking close to a Commonwealth world, they would soon be able to gain an understanding of us from what we broadcast.
“We are recording it all,” Anna said. “If we eventually make contact, and the Dyson aliens want to talk to us, then we’ll have a full understanding of whatever communicative pathways they employ. After that we can start translating the signals we’re recording now. It’ll be helpful in case they start restricting their output when they find out we’re here; what we’re receiving at the moment could be quite valuable later on.”
“You mean we’re catching them off guard?” Wilson asked.
“Essentially, yes.”
“Okay, I don’t have any problem with that.”
“If they find us creeping around out here, are they likely to attack?” Oscar asked.
“If it was me, I’d be curious,” Emmanuelle said. “But that’s a personal thing. It’s also a human thing. Given our current knowledge base, there really is no way of knowing.”
“Then we will conduct the investigation on a worst-case basis,” Wilson said. “The contact team will be armed and have fire authority if threatened. The Second Chance will operate on combat alert as soon as we cross the old barrier threshold.”
For the first time since the barrier fell, Oscar actually looked happy.
“Anna, did you find anything suitable for us to start with?” Wilson asked.
“Yes, actually. There are a lot of spaceship wrecks floating around out there.” She gave Oscar an uncomfortable look. “It would appear the Dyson aliens do fight a lot among themselves. I think we do genuinely need to be cautious.”
“We will be,” Wilson said, giving her a warning stare. “Have you got a suitable starting point for us?”
“I think so, yes.”
Nobody actually said anything, but the bridge crew was very conscious of passing inside the line where the barrier had been. Was it going to spring back into existence, trapping them?
The hysradar scanned behind them, scouring space and hyperspace. There was no change to the quantum signature of spacetime. Nothing altered in or around the Dark Fortress.
They waited just inside the barrier line for over an hour before Wilson finally said, “Okay, Tu Lee, take us over to the rock.”
“Aye, sir.”
McClain Gilbert waited in the contact team’s operational office, not too far away from the bridge. By contrast, this compartment had only a couple of consoles, but a lot more display screens. Three long tables were seating most of his forty-strong team members, who were regarding the blank screens with a controlled patience. The absence of any current sensor data couldn’t damp the sense of excitement vibrating around the room. It was present in the short terse comments shot between friends, the way shift rotas had been forgotten so everyone could cram in, drink packets on the tables, lack of the usual horseplay. The contact team was finally coming into its own.