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PRISCILLA’S JOURNAL
We can’t move very much. We’re at 2g acceleration, so all we can do is sit here and watch the instrument panel and try to breathe. It’s too much effort even to talk, and my eyes are getting pushed back into my head. Heartbeat is up. I’d sleep if I could, but I’m wide-awake. Every once in a while, Jake tries to relieve things with a joke, but at the moment, nothing seems funny. And it doesn’t help that I can’t hear him very well because it’s hard to do anything more than mumble.
We take a four-minute break from the acceleration every once in a while.
(Written during one of the breaks.)
—November 16, 2195
Chapter 4
“LOCKING IN BARTON’S World on the forward scope,” said Benny. “Full mag.”
It was a misty disk, mostly dark because it was facing away from the sun.
Priscilla looked over at Jake. “How do you put a bomb on an interstellar?”
“It would be pretty difficult unless you’re one of the techs with access. Or the pilot.”
“Priscilla,” said Benny, “it’s time to go to cruise.”
“Okay,” she said. “Do it.”
Benny shut down the thrusters. It was like having a heavy weight lifted off her chest. “Gotta do that again sometime,” she said.
Joshua called from the Gremlin: “We see you.”
“Better let me do this,” said Jake.
Priscilla nodded.
“Josh,” he said. “Who are your passengers?”
“High-school girls, Jake. They’re from the Middle East. They’ve all won science awards. This was supposed to be their prize, a flight to the Lalande Monument. Oh, and there’s a teacher.”
Jake closed his eyes. “Where’d the bomb come from? Any idea?”
Priscilla listened to the faint whisper of moving air and the occasional bleep of the electronics.
Then Joshua was back: “If I’d known that, we’d never have left port. It was low yield. Just enough to take out the engines. The Gremlin has been hauling supplies for one of Kosmik’s terraforming operations.” Jake growled something about the antiterraformers. “It looks as if somebody just wanted to disable us. And send a message. But the mission was changed at the last minute, and we were pressed into service when the tour ship that was supposed to carry these students didn’t pass the maintenance inspection. Whoever put the bomb on board discovered what had happened, apparently didn’t want to risk killing a bunch of high-school kids, and called in a warning. That’s how they found out.”
“We have a problem,” said Jake.
“I can guess,” Joshua said. “You can’t support twelve more people, right?”
“That’s correct.”
“That was the first thing I looked at when I heard you were on the way. But if the Thompson gets in reasonably close on its jump, we should be able to make everything work.”
“Most of his passengers are teens,” said Priscilla. “They won’t use as much oxygen as adults, will they?”
“In fact,” Jake said, “they’ll use more. Kids breathe deeper, or something.”
“So what the hell are we going to do?”
“Don’t panic, okay?” Jake’s voice was cold. “No matter what happens, stay calm.”
“I’m not panicking.”
“Good.”
“Benny,” she said, “how many can we take on board?”
“The maximum we can support, Captain, including you and Captain Loomis, would be ten. No more than that. Assuming everyone breathes normally.”
Priscilla turned frightened eyes on Jake. “That means we have to leave four of them? To go down when the Gremlin falls out of orbit?”
Jake shook his head. “The Thompson’s due here in, what, another day or so? We just have to buy some time.”
“How do you suggest we do that?”
“The Gremlin should have a lander. We can put a couple people in their lander and launch it. Then bring the rest of them over here and put two more in ours. That should work fine, as long as the Thompson gets here reasonably quickly.”
“Oh. Sure,” she said. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“Why don’t you ask him about the lander?”
She took a deep breath and called over. “Josh, this is Priscilla Hutchins. I’m working with Jake. Do you have a lander?”
“Yes. But it was damaged in the explosion, Priscilla.”
“Would we be able to use it?”
“Not without causing another explosion.”
She looked back at Jake. “That shoots that idea.” Her training hadn’t incorporated anything like this. “Barton’s is a living world, isn’t it? Is there any chance we could just get them out and take them down in our lander? To the surface?”
“Unfortunately not, Priscilla,” said Benny. “The atmospheric mix here isn’t breathable.”
“There’s still a way out,” Jake said. “We can support three people in our lander for about nineteen hours. That’s a little tight, but we should be okay.”
“That still leaves one unaccounted for.”
“We’ll have to squeeze one more on board. It’ll be a strain on life support, but we should be able to manage until the Thompson gets here.”
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JOSHUA SENT PICTURES of the students, a group shot of them at the spaceport just before they boarded the shuttle, another photo of them gathered around a guy in a pilot’s uniform. Everybody was smiling. One of the girls was a blonde. Joshua stood in the middle, in his silver-and-blue uniform. She’d seen him several times in the Cockpit and Skyview. He was a big guy with a loud laugh, one of those people who thought he could do anything.
There was also the teacher, identified as Shahlah, the daughter of Jamal Touma, who was the sponsor of the program. She was about Priscilla’s age. Attractive. “This is the first year for the award,” said Joshua. “It’s to be an annual grant, and Shahlah wanted to be present. She’s apparently the person who persuaded her father to make it all happen. The award. The ride to Lalande. The whole game.”
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THE GREMLIN WAS a Delta-class freighter. It had a reputation for reliability, and it had become a favorite carrier for Kosmik. Its hull, steel gray with an oversized cabin, was imprinted with the Kosmik logo, a hawk carrying a scroll.
The ship gleamed briefly in the light from the distant sun, then disappeared across the terminator into the nightside of Barton’s World. “Benny,” said Priscilla, “how long do you estimate it can remain in orbit?”
“Two and a half hours. I would say three at most.”
Barton’s World looked remarkably terrestrial. Big continents with long mountain chains, lush green forests, wide oceans, and snowcapped poles with large, white, fur-bearing animals. Enormous lizardlike creatures prowled jungles and plains. “What’s wrong with the atmosphere?” she asked.
Jake passed the question to Benny. “Too much carbon dioxide. And only about half of the requisite amount of oxygen. Biologists believe that something killed off early life-forms that absorbed carbon dioxide. The local equivalent of plankton. Oxygen concentrations dropped to half, carbon dioxide concentrations rose, and forests spread. That pushed the temperatures up, and the oceans warmed. The result was to drive the carbon dioxide out of the ocean and into the sky, where it became a fixture. Unbreathable.” He paused. “I can go into a detailed explanation if you wish.”