Far From Home: The Complete Series (66 page)

He snapped out of it. There was someone at the door. He opened it.

It was Dr. Russell.

“Evening, Doctor Grissom. Just thought I’d let you know I’m off to bed now.”

“Oh. Very well,” Grissom said in a flat monotone, unable to fully disguise his disinterest. “Good night.”

“And you,” Dr. Russell said, oblivious, and walked off. The door closed again.

Grissom went back to the mirror.

Not long now
, he told himself again.

5.

The
Defiant
barely crawled through the volatile ion storm.

Commander King unstrapped herself from the command chair as Captain Singh arrived on the bridge.

He took his seat. “Thank you, Commander. Status?”

The ship trembled around them, every inch of its outer hull subject to the cosmic turbulence of the storm.

“We’ve had to reduce speed to one fifth,” King reported. “And the Chief has increased power to the hull plating.”

“Understood. I’ll take it from here. Go and get yourself something to eat,” Singh told her.

“Are you sure, sir?”

He nodded. On her way out he said, “Tell the cook to save me some of that pie, will you? I’ll throw him in the brig if he gives it all away like last time.”

Jessica chuckled. “Aye.”

* * *

“Dr. Grissom” was due to inspect the device, even though he was not aboard. Sonjiin of Nyular checked his timepiece. Everything had gone as expected. Once again he found himself in the mirror.

He had to restrain himself from touching the hidden activator on his neck that would change his face back to that of his own. Sonjiin was eager to leave the identity of Dr. Grissom behind. After today he’d have no further use for it. And he’d look a good twenty years younger, too.

The Union idiots had no idea just how easy it was to infiltrate their inner circles. To convince them, with some minor tampering of their databases, that he’d been there when the thing was created. It was all a lie. However the real Dr. Grissom had worked on the
Sun Hammer
during the early stages of its construction before being reassigned to another station. That foundation was more than enough for Sonjiin’s people to build on.

And he’d not seen it tested. But he’d heard about it. They all had.

That was why his people  - the Outland Raiders - had to have it. With the power of the
Sun Hammer
at their disposal, the Union would fall to its knees…

Sonjiin studied his face again. Beneath it was a smooth, youthful face for one who had done so much. The other members of the Raiders simply called him “Blue Eyes,” and he didn’t mind the name. The media reported his various acts of terror, calling him a faceless terror. Soon they would have a face to put to their reports of anarchy across the galaxy.

Sonjiin closed his eyes, thought back to his childhood back on Nyular. Green fields, blue skies. The migrating avian species the locals called “Cloud Chasers” that occupied the peaks of the Kreskus mountains. His Mother’s cooking in the evenings. Listening to his Father’s stories when they would fish, on those hot days when it would be a crime to do anything else…

All of that lost to the Draxx. Because of the Union. Because when they had called for help, the Union didn’t come. Because the peaceful settlers of Nyular, at the very frontier of the galaxy, had refused to accept Union rule, instead opting for independence.

Sonjiin glared at himself in the mirror, blue eyes sparkling with cold fire.

He hated the Union and everything it stood for. As did the Outland Raiders.

They’d done a lot to cause disruption and mayhem, but this would be their crowning achievement. It would be more than terrorism. It would be more than idealism with an edge.

Outright war . . . and a war the Terran Union would never win.

Sonjiin checked the time again. “Time to go.”

* * *

“Sensors have deteriorated to less than ten per cent,” Chang reported, dismayed.

“Easy, Lieutenant,” Captain Singh told her. “That’s to be expected.”

“What am I meant to do? Use visuals only?” Lieutenant Banks asked.

Singh shrugged. “Pretty much, Mr. Banks. Sometimes you just have to… fly by the seat of your pants.”

It was one of the more powerful ion storms the Captain had ever flown through, that was for certain. Not that he’d have let that be known. From all outward appearances, he was cool as a cucumber but in reality he was keen to have it behind them.

“Aye Captain,” Banks said.

* * *

Sonjiin checked the corridors before climbing through Relay Service Hatch 28. In the confines of the small space he located the power line control relays to the engines. From his pocket he produced a small, black device. It would go off at a designated time and cut the power. Even though they’d locate the problem before too long and bypass it, it wasn’t a concern. He’d be long gone by then.

Sonjiin set the device for half an hour later, and climbed out of the hatch. Still nobody around, and what if there were? No-one would suspect good old Dr. Grissom of any wrongdoing.

Sonjiin headed for the hangar.

* * *

“Just one slice?” the cook asked her.

She held up her fingers. “Better save him two. He likes his pie.”

“Yeah, he got real upset the last time,” the cook said as he put the plate beneath the counter.

“I heard,” Jessica told him, picturing the man thrown in the brig for crimes against pie lovers.

She took her sandwich and coffee and sat down at an empty table. The ship continued to tremor all around them, despite the efforts of the dampeners to absorb the turbulence. She didn’t fancy too much to eat. Just a snack.

Jessica also didn’t expect to sleep that well. It was like snoozing on top of a gyrating tectonic plate. Impossible.

She gazed out of a nearby viewport as she ate. The storm was one thing, at least.

Beautiful. It couldn’t be said of many of nature’s lethal dangers. Outside soundless lightning flashed around them. Jessica ate her sandwich.

* * *

Sonjiin climbed into the shuttle.

“Your shift now, eh doc?” one of the guards asked him through the hatch.

“Yes,” Sonjiin said. He disappeared behind the
Sun Hammer
, as if he were examining a part of it. On the wall behind him hung a selection of basic tools. He selected a laser torch and flicked it on.

The guard had his back to the hatch as he surveyed the hangar’s interiour. Sonjiin stood with the torch in hand, his thumb over the lighting switch. He crept up behind the guard and levelled the torch an inch from the back of his neck. He activated it, sending a thin beam of pure energy straight through the guard’s neck. With one flick of the wrist he had severed the man’s head from his body. The guard only had time to utter “Huh?”

Sonjiin shoved the man forward. His body hit the deck followed by his head, which rolled for several metres before coming to a stop.

“What the hell!?” the other guard asked as he bounded over to his fallen comrade.

Sonjiin leapt out, slashed the laser torch in a downward motion. It cut the guard all the way down the front, his innards spilling to the floor.

He didn’t wait for the man to collapse. Sonjiin ran to the controls for the hangar bay doors and set them for a timed release using one of the access codes they’d been able to obtain prior to his arrival at the station.

He dropped the torch and ran for the shuttle. Sonjiin turned to where he knew there was a series of cameras overlooking the hangar. He pressed the side of his neck. The facial stealth technology deactivated, returning his face and hair to its natural state. He waved at the camera. Klaxons sounded around him.

Sonjiin closed the shuttle and settled into the pilot’s seat. Moments later the engines fired and he brought the shuttle to a steady hover over the deck.

As he waited for the hangar bay doors to open he glanced back into the rear of the shuttle. The
Sun Hammer
looked harmless enough, secured to its platform.

So does a tiger,
he thought.
Till you wake it up.

* * *

“Sir! The hangar bay doors are about to open!” Banks said, shocked.

“What?” Singh asked, just as surprised. His mind raced. “Stop it. Lock it down.”

Banks tried. “Captain, I can’t!”

“Ensign Boi, shipwide communications,” Singh ordered. “Commander King to the hangar deck at once. Commander King to the hangar deck. Unauthorised launch in progress.”

* * *

Jessica dropped her sandwich and darted for the door. She raced through the ship, stopping only to relieve a male crewman of his side arm. As she continued to the hangar she took the weapon off the safety. It hummed into life in her hand.

* * *

The doors opened slowly, exposing the airless hangar to the similarly airless vacuum of space. Sonjiin took the shuttle up and over the other stationary vehicles parked there. He took it through the opening in the ship’s side and out into the storm. Almost at once the shuttle was hit by the strength of the tempest.

* * *

Jessica watched through the blast door viewport as the shuttle took off and exited the ship. She went to the nearby comm. panel and contacted the bridge.

“Bridge this is King. It’s gone. The
Sun Hammer
’s gone.”

6.

Sonjiin flew the shuttle away from the
Defiant,
then turned the small craft about to face the larger vessel again. He tipped the shuttle’s nose and rose up over the
Defiant
’s dorsal. As planned, his own starship hovered above the
Defiant
’s aft fin, completely hidden from both the visual inputs and the diminished sensors of the Union ship. It had travelled with the Defiant for hours that way, within one of the bigger ship’s blind spots.

The
Retribution
pivoted about to gain him access to its aft cargo bay. Sonjiin spoke into the shuttle’s comm. system.

“Sonjiin to
Retribution
. Get us out of here as soon as I’m aboard,” he said.

* * *

“Whoever it is, they just piloted that shuttle out of the hangar,” Jessica said over the comm.

Before Captain Singh could let that register the
Defiant
died around him. Every console went dark, the lights failed. The steady background vibration of the
Defiant
’s powerful engines faded away to nothing. It took several seconds for the emergency systems to kick in, for the different stations around the bridge to come back online. The emergency lighting flickered to life.

“Engines are down,” Banks reported.

Chang looked up from her own readouts. “Complete loss of power.”

Captain Singh turned to Lieutenant Commander Greene. “We need to get answers and fast. Somebody needs to explain to me what the hell’s going on!”

* * *

“You are safe, brother,” Belosh said.

“And I have our bounty. Are we about to get under way?”

Belosh nodded. “As you ordered.”

Using a scanner attached to his forearm, Belosh performed a diagnostic of the
Sun Hammer.

“As you expect it to be?” Sonjiin asked him. Already his men were removing the device from the shuttle.

“Yes. It should not take long to connect it to the
Retribution
. The containment room was installed precisely as we were told,” Belosh said.

The two of them followed the
Sun Hammer
into the adjacent room, where the sealed centrifuge had been fitted weeks before. It would shield them from the lethal radiation emitted by the device when fully operational.

“Good. Then return to the bridge and I will oversee the connection. You have all done well. At last, our time has come.”

* * *

When the power died, Commander King went straight to engineering. The Chief didn’t even notice her enter the engineering section. She was focused on getting the ship back online.

“Chief,” Jessica said as she approached. “Hey, Chief…”

Gunn shook her head. “Wait. Give me a second.”

King bit her lip. The Chief’s lack of a bedside manner could shock at times, but she was by far the best engineer in the Union. It was worth putting up with her abrupt manner, because she nearly always delivered.

She watched as Gunn coordinated the engineering crew as if she were a military general. The Chief barked orders left and right.

A moment later, the lights came back on.

Jessica smiled.

“We’re not out of it yet, Commander. I can’t get the engines back online,” Gunn explained fleetingly as she rushed past. “I’m still working on that one.”

“Could it be sabotage?” King offered.

“Perhaps.”

Gunn stopped. She locked eyes with Jessica as the implication of what she’d just said set in.

Jessica nodded slowly. “And if you were going to sabotage the engine’s you’d…”

“. . . cut the power lines at one of the relays!” Gunn said, putting it together in her mind. She rushed away.

“Is there anything I can do?” Jessica called after her.

“Stay out of my way,” Gunn called back.

The smile on Jessica’s face disappeared as fast as it had come.

* * *

“Captain! Dead ahead!” Banks yelled.

On the viewscreen an arrow-shaped ship came into view above them. It went on ahead, corrected its course slightly then increased speed to leave the
Defiant
behind.

“Lieutenant Chang, do what you can to track that goddamned ship!” Singh snapped. He cracked his knuckles with frustration. “Banks, as soon as you have engines you will initiate a pursuit course. Let’s hope their trail isn’t lost in this storm.”

Lieutenant Commander Greene removed an earpiece. “Apparently the security footage shows Doctor Grissom killing the two guards and then boarding the shuttle.”

It didn’t seem possible. “Doctor Grissom?”

“I’ve sent security to go and grab Doctor Russell,” Greene said. “Salnow will interrogate him, get some answers.”

“Do what you have to. We need to know what’s happened here,” Singh said. “Something tells me our Doctor Grissom wasn’t who we thought he was.”