— 4 —
Butro walked through the deserted corridors, Tek close behind. Suran brought up the rear, seeming more interested in the architecture of the primitive human structure.
He had seen this scenario many times. The silly apes would awaken the beast and be overrun. Most of the time no apes would make it this far. Save for the group that was inside, not far off.
This subgroup was a quarry that Butro found very fascinating. Soldiers, warriors not unlike themselves. Their weaponry was something to be reckoned with. He had lost several reckless students to its bite. One young one, a teenage male named Hlut made the mistake no hunter should ever make. Not respecting the prey.
All through that hunt, Hlut displayed disregard and stupidity that Butro knew would lead him to a bad end. A bad end he met at the hands of a female ape.
The creature was wielding a weapon that Butro rightfully feared, a large cannon with six barrels that cycled. Despite Butro's objections and demands that Hlut show caution, the idiot (Butro could think of no better term for the act that followed) deployed his wrist gauntlet's blades and went charging in. He counted on the ape freezing up.
She didn't.
The metal projectiles caught Hlut in the torso, a total of around 80 burying themselves in his body, severing the spine, eviscerating the intestinal tract, slicing the young one in half at the waist.
Butro looked to Tek, who had his combi stick deployed, excitedly anticipating the duels that would inevitably come.
Butro liked Tek, admiring his high spirit on the hunt, but sensed some of Hlut's folly within him. Hlut met the end he made for himself. Tek didn't deserve such a fate. He was young, and unlike Hlut, could learn from his mistakes.
Butro looked back to Suran, observing his odd behavior. He was currently transfixed on a metal tablet bearing the ape species characters on it. Suran ran his finger under all the symbols, memorizing them.
Butro gave a demanding growl for Suran to cease his activity. Suran complied, but seemed to not appreciate the interruption.
They had reached their destination. A very important lesson was awaiting Tek.
Butro motioned for the juvenile to go to a nearby wall, which he did.
The elder ran his hand down the wall's side. Pointing his index finger, he tapped it twice, looking for Tek's response.
The teenager seemed confused. Butro gave him a slight hit on the side of the head and motioned for him to cycle his multiple eyes.
The multiple eyes were a very important tool for learning hunters, and even experienced ones like Butro could still use them. This particular eye highlighted the heat the apes' bodies gave off, but unlike the one Butro used, it would penetrate the metal walls to see what was on the other side.
This eye was made for the younger hunters, so they would watch their prey, but also listen.
After associating certain sounds with images, they could visualize just where their prey was based on memories from using this particular eye.
Tek activated it. Glancing to the wall, he was visibly startled by what he saw upon glancing up.
Nearby, Suran nearly laughed, but gratefully showed restraint. He did however give Tek a soft affectionate punch to the ribs. Tek, unprepared, almost stumbled a bit, but kept his posture strong.
Butro could tell what was going on. There were two of them. One paced back and forth on the other side, while the other sat in a reclined position. He could tell by listening to the faint breathing of the reclined one. The lungs made a specific sound depending on what position the body was in. The differences were subtle and not everyone could distinguish them. The lung brushing against a rib or muscle, a slightly different rattle, etc. The differences did exist.
Suran leaned himself against the opposite wall and watched the two interact.
Butro motioned for Tek to watch the two creatures. Understanding the psychology and individuality of these animals could prove very useful. Most hunters forget that they are all different, and will react in different ways to a threat to their lives.
Butro couldn't help but remember one ape he had tracked for some weeks during a time of war on the ape home world. It was a smart one, a middle aged buck. Not the elder of the combat tribe. Butro had decided to claim the elder first and watch new leaders rise from the tribe.
They went one by one until only this buck remained. Clever, stealthy, very determined to keep himself breathing.
Butro beat him, but the victory was bitter sweet.
The buck did something that didn't happen all that often with this particular race.
The animal, like many, was able to figure out the purpose of Butro's coming, and decided that if he was not going to make it, Butro would not have the pleasure of mounting him.
The buck gave Butro a cold grin, a final insult before he took his own life, denying Butro an astounding specimen.
Remembering this incident caused the elder to look back towards Suran, who patiently waited on the opposite wall, clicking his mandibles together under his mask.
Such an odd one he was, but such promise. He was smart. Butro admitted Suran was actually smarter than himself, without a doubt the most intelligent student he had ever taught.
Other elders refused to take him due to odd habits. Butro actually was the only qualified elder who showed much interest in him.
On the hunt, Suran was a natural. He understood his prey better than anyone. He understood their personalities, their strengths and their weaknesses on a whim. Gestures of the hands, tilts of the head, vocal tones had mountains of meaning to him. After only three hunts with Suran, he became the envy of all who refused to teach him earlier. Suran visibly was pleased with this. He never did like being undermined; even landing a blow on Butro to repay one that had been landed a few seconds before.
Tek watched the two apes interact with each other with eager anticipation. On the other side was a male and female engaged in a chat. The male held a large weapon that Butro knew, one that actually tracked motion. Very formidable.
He could tell that Tek was indeed listening and associating sounds he was hearing with the sights he was seeing.
The two were visibly exhausted. This had to be after a fight from the beasts.
They had been there for some time when Butro motioned for them to leave. Tek, somewhat disappointed, complied.
It was time to observe a more terrifying enemy.
The beasts.
Entering the nest was not a wise decision; Butro's teacher had lost his life after making it. Instead, the three climbed a ridge outside the ape construct.
The overrun structure gave off visible moisture from open vents and viewing windows.
The set of eyes to look inside was one that even Butro still used. Going into a beast nest blind was suicide even for a veteran.
Once they had all cycled into this sight, the beasts were visible.
Electrical currents pulsed outside their exoskeleton torsos, extending their toothen tongues which brought death to all they touched.
They were behaving oddly however.
It took the elder a few moments to figure out how.
They were not moving. They were all standing perfectly still, their sights trained on a specific point.
Butro followed their gaze to what they were looking at.
Butro knew it. Wherever the beasts were, the remains of this race were as well.
Looking inside was impossible.
Behavior from the beasts like this was unusual, and unnerving. In every nest in the past, there was constant motion.
Butro looked to their mother. Such a prize she was. A factory for their kind, and a perfect killer. Looking at her however, Butro could feel an odd kinship, as if they shared the same confusion he currently felt.
— 5 —
Poker at a time like this. It was absurd. Yet Paxton knew these games were one of the few things keeping them going. Weathers stayed close to his console the whole time, though. He had to. Bugs didn't care about cards. Paxton glanced at his hand; he had nothing.
"50," Goldstein kept her face emotionless as she bet.
"Call," Hurt threw the 'chips' into the pot. They were really just spent bullets and casings. "So L.T., we change the fallback plan at all? Last time was a little too close."
"Fold," Paxton threw his cards onto the table, "I've been thinking about it a bit with Weathers and we've changed it a bit. Actually, Weathers came up with this new plan. Care to explain it?"
"Of course, sir," Weathers looked up from the screen, "Could you keep an eye on this, Thom? Thanks. Okay, so, as you all know our original plan involved using the old maintenance tunnels beneath the facility; two of us cutting through the seals we made while the other two cover. We'd then take them to the civilian annex, where we'd then set up more defences. Oh yeah, raise 35."
"I'll call," Goldstein said with a smirk, "So, what was wrong with that plan? Seems fine to me."
"I'll fold," Hurt said.
Paxton spoke next as he dealt out the cards; "Well, Goldstein, there was nothing really wrong with that plan, and we'll still use it. It's just, it doesn't give us many options if the tunnels or the annex are infested. So Weathers came up with a backup."
"I've been over the blueprints," said Weathers, "and there seems to be one other way out that would work. There's a small service hatch in the back of Ops, in the server room. It leads into an alcove with a ventilation tube."
"50 again," Goldstein said, placing her bet.
"That tube would be a small fit, though. Crouching room only. Could be trouble if you're claustrophobic." Paxton said.
"Wait, I've seen that room," Hurt remarked as Weathers called, "I saw it when we did our first sweep. That tube's completely sealed. How'd we get in?"
"One of us would have to cut it while the others cover, and then somebody would seal it again once we're all in the tube. Sealing it would be the most dangerous part." Weathers said this as Paxton dealt again. "We'd then crawl down the tube. After about two-and-a-half clicks, it'll open up to a small canyon."
"The canyon has a small water processor for the Styx colony. We'd then hold up there while the Alistoun comes," Paxton finished dealing.
"25. Well, that plan sounds fine, but personally, I don't think we'll have to use it. We can hold out a few more days," Goldstein said, "We will hold out a few more days."
"Yeah, yeah, a few more days," Hurt said as Weathers called.
Paxton dealt the final card. "This is it, people. Last bet of the night. Then it's back to duty."
"All in." Goldstein slid her chips across the table.
Weathers sat thinking for a moment, quickly going over a very basic calculation of the odds. Weathers threw in his cards. "Fold." He smiled faintly.
Goldstein grinned, pulling the pot over to her.
"You gonna show us what you got? Come on, let's see 'em!" Hurt said.
Deliberately she flipped her cards. Weathers laughed. "A pair of 4's? Heh, I had a straight, damnit. Quite the risk you took." He kept smiling.
"Private, you certainly have balls," Paxton said, chuckling, "If we get to Gateway, I owe you a drink."
"You mean when, L.T. Anyways, I had a good feeling 'bout this hand. Felt it'd go right." Goldstein replied.
As she gathered up her winnings Weathers took the console back from Hurt, watching the readings.
"All right, Hurt, Goldstein, you two get some sleep. Weathers and I will stand on watch. Get up in 2 hours and join us. Corporal, watch that screen. I'll go contact the ship, then watch our rear. Dismissed."
***
"This is 2nd Lieutenant Matthew Paxton, Styx Colony, contacting the U.S.S. Alistoun; what's your progress?"
"This is Major Charlotte Kotto, U.S.S. Alistoun. Good to hear from you, Lieutenant. We are 5 days away, presently, traveling sub-light towards you at the moment." The voice came back slightly distorted. "You still holdin' up good?"
"Yes ma'am. Nothing's happened since the last attack. The men are looking forward to your arrival. Frankly, I wish I could have their optimism, especially Goldstein's." Paxton paused for a moment. "Between the waiting, the bugs, and the deaths, it's just getting... I don't know."
"You hang in there, Lieutenant. We'll be there soon." That thought comforted Paxton.
I won't have to feign strength, give orders, devise solutions. "Check in tomorrow. Over and out."
***
The sensors were all reading normally as Weathers watched. The trackers that he'd rigged up covered most of the angles of the facility, and the hand-held variety could be used for the blind spots. He'd even gotten an IR sensor up, not that it did much good. Hurt had also helped turn the receiver into a radio/microwave detector. Weathers looked down from the screen and continued to clean his rifle.
A notice on the console presently brought his attention back to it. There was a text box. It read:
Hello, Corporal. That's weird, thought Weathers.
Maybe Hurt got that old console he found working? Must've found some extra resistors somewhere. He moved over to the keyboard and typed.
Hello Thomas. Or is this Sarah? You're disobeying orders right now. He added that last bit with a smile.
The response came back almost instantly.
I am not the privates, Jack. Weathers felt a chill go down his spine. No human could possibly type that fast.
What do you want? Please pay attention, Jack. In a few moments you will receive a microwave transmission. I suggest that you prepare your equipment. Who are you? I am Hal. Goodbye Jack. I enjoyed talking with you.Where did you come from? What are you? Weathers got no reply. He began to speak into his radio to tell Paxton what had happened, but he was interrupted.
"Corporal!" The lieutenant sounded quite excited and shaken.
"Yes sir?" Weathers' voice was very similar.
"Get that signal detector of yours ready, now!"
***
Paxton turned away from the receiver, ready to go out to his guard duty, when he stopped. He'd heard something. He turned around. It had sounded like someone calling his name.
"Lieutenant Paxton." He heard it for sure that time. "Good evening, Lieutenant Paxton." The voice came from the speakers. It sounded human, but it was cold and emotionless.
He sat back down in the chair. "Yes? Who is this?"
"You should listen to me, Matthew. There are events that will happen shortly."
"What? What do you mean? Who are you?"
"There will shortly be a strong microwave transmission made to your facility. I suggest you get your tracking equipment ready."
"Huh, what? How do you know about that tracker? Who are you? How are you contacting us? Where are you?"
"I was Commander David Bowman. Good evening, Lieutenant." The signal faded.
Paxton sat there, mouth open. He spoke into his headset with a slightly trembling voice. "Corporal!"
***
Weathers finished setting up the microwave detector after a few seconds. It should've taken less time, but his hands were trembling. Paxton rushed into the room as he finished.
"Sir, I've set up the equipment. We're ready. Were you contacted as well?" Weathers said, his voice quavering.
"Yes. A voice from the radio. Said it was Dave Bowman," replied Paxton.
"Bowman? As in, Discovery One Bowm-"
He was cut off suddenly by a loud, high-pitched wail coming from his 2-way radio. Weathers fell onto his knees, clutching at his head, pain searing through his ears. Paxton was down beside him as well.
In the sleeping quarters, Goldstein woke to the sound of Hurt screaming and rolling out of his bed. He was grabbing the sides of his head, as though trying to block out a noise. She could hear a very high-pitched wail all around her, but it seemed to be concentrated around the speakers in the room. She could feel it coming from her radio, which she had removed. Quickly, she rushed over to Hurt and took off his headset.
"What the f**k!" he screamed, "Holy f**king f**k!"
"Are you all right, Thom? Jesus, what was that?" Goldstein said.
"Oh, god, f**k! Yeah, I guess I'm good. Th-thanks for getting that off." He smiled.
"It's no problem. Come on, let's get you up." Hurt could barely hear what she had said, but he gladly accepted the help to his feet.
Back in the Ops room, Weathers and Paxton got back to their feet. Their ears rang to the point of near deafness, and Paxton had one helluva headache, but they were otherwise fine. Weathers checked where the signal had come from. The source was 300 metres away.
300 metres directly below them.
***
"So let me get this straight; that signal that damn-near busted my ear drums came from below us?" Hurt asked.
"That's what the sensors show, yes," replied Weathers. The four marines were gathered around the poker table in the Ops center.
"What the hell was that, anyways? My ears are still ringin' like a bitch." Hurt rubbed the inside of his ear with his finger.
"I think it was a message, sort of a 'find me!' thing. Especially considering what you two saw and heard." Goldstein said. "That's the part that's getting me the most. It's like a f**king ghost story."
"This is still all way beyond me! Shit, first bugs, now goddamned ghosts! What's next, f**king Space Rastas!" Hurt said down in a nearby chair.
"Well, whatever it is, it's obviously inhuman," Weathers said.
"How do you know?" Goldstein asked.
"There's nothing in the logs to indicate the colony was doing anything down that deep until right before contact was lost, and even then it was just a survey mission. Styx isn't even equipped with the kind of hardware to produce a signal that powerful. Whatever that was, it was alien. This is a discovery. This is a big f**king discover. This up there with Tycho and Jupiter."
"Well, when do we go down there?" Goldstein asked.
"Wait, what?" Hurt said. "We're not gonna go down there. No!"
"I agree with Thom on this one," said Weathers, "As much as I'd love to go, there's too much risk."
"Exactly! What if the bugs attack! How'll we even get down there?"
"An attack is worth risking, in my opinion. As for getting there, Weathers, isn't there a way into the excavations from this building?"
"Yes, but we've sealed it off."
"Well, just open it again and let's head down. Didn't you say they'd dug down that deep? Come on, we have to go! Who knows what's down there!"
"No way," Hurt said, "I'm sorry Sarah, but I'm not riskin' my life over some weird message and a ghost!"
"What if Bowman had said that, or Floyd!"
"Oh, come on! L.T., sir, set her straight!"
Paxton spoke for the first time since the start of the meeting. "We're going down there."
"What? Why?" Hurt replied.
"Because a man who died 250 years ago spoke with me today. We're going. Those are my orders."