Ghostworld (Deathstalker Prelude) (6 page)

“To the Ashrai, we are barbarians,” said Carrion.

Silence shook his head impatiently. “None of that matters anymore. It’s past. I need your help, Sean. Something’s happened at Base Thirteen.”

Carrion looked at him steadily. “The last time we met I called the Ashrai to arms and led them against the Empire. I led them into battle for the sake of their world, and you butchered them. You maimed and slaughtered until you grew bored, and then you retreated into orbit and burned everything that lived.”

Silence didn’t look away. “It was necessary.”

“The Ashrai …”

“Didn’t stand a chance. Rebels never do.”

“And you expect me to help you now? After everything that’s happened, you expect me to help the Empire?”

“I could get you Pardoned.”

“I doubt that.”

Silence smiled coldly. “Don’t flatter yourself, Sean. You’re not that important, or a bounty hunter would have taken your head years ago. No, you’re just another deserter who went native on some backwater planet. No one cares about you anymore. I can get you Pardoned, and I can take you off-planet. Take you anywhere you want to go. You could start again, start over with a clean record. Think about it. You wouldn’t even have to call yourself Carrion any more.”

“Why not, Captain? It’s who I am.” Carrion shook his head slowly, and sank back in his chair. “Thank you for the offer, Captain, but no.”

“No? Think what I’m offering you! You can’t want to stay here on your own. …”

“Can’t I? I’ve found peace here.”

“What peace? The peace of the dead, of the cemetery?”

“The peace of the forest, Captain. You never did understand what you were destroying. The Ashrai and the trees were linked more closely than you ever knew. The trees are alive. I’ve seen branches sway when no wind blows, and heard voices on the wind and in the mists. The Ashrai are dead, but they are not gone. There’s a harmony, a strength that holds the trees together, and I’m a part of it.” The outlaw’s voice fell to a whisper. “Leave me alone, John. Please.”

“I can’t, Sean. I need you.”

“Why, Captain? Why does it always have to be me?”

“Because you’re the best.”

“Thank you, Captain.”

Silence turned away from the bitterness in Carrion’s voice, and rose to his feet. “Up you get, Carrion. It’s a long way back to Base Thirteen, and we’ve a lot to discuss on the way.”

Carrion looked up at him. “Are you so sure I’ll help you?”

“Of course. You’re my friend. And it’s not as if you have anything else to do, is it?”

CHAPTER FIVE

Ghost in the Machine

THE esper Diana Vertue leaned back in her seat and glared moodily at the pinnace monitors. The AI was still trying to make some sense out of the garbled responses it was receiving from inside Base Thirteen, but as far as Diana could tell, it was getting nowhere fast. She supposed it was an encouraging sign that anything at all was coming through, but in her opinion the responses were nothing more than random data from a damaged computer. She had suggested as much to Odin, but the AI ignored her. She was only an esper, and therefore the AI didn’t have to listen to her if it didn’t want to. Even an Artificial Intelligence rated higher than an esper.

Diana sighed, and stretched out her legs as best she could in the cramped confines of the cabin. She’d expected many things of her first official mission on an alien world, but boredom wasn’t one of them. She’d almost reached the point where she would have welcomed the two marines back on board, just to have someone to talk to. At least they had something to do, even if it was only keeping a lookout and second-guessing the Security system. All she had to do was sit and watch the computer talking to itself, and wait for something to go wrong. Not that there was a whole lot she could do if it did. She sighed again, heavily, and indulged herself in a pout. It wasn’t fair. She hadn’t been allowed to do anything ever since they touched down on this miserable planet. She ached for something new tohappen—up to and including a major catastrophe—just so long as she got to see a little action. Anything would be better than this.

Well, almost anything. She hadn’t forgotten what had happened the last time she opened up her esp, on the way down. There was something here on Unseeli with them, and to hell with what the sensors said. And whatever it was, it was dangerous. She’d sensed a rage and a force beyond anything she’d ever encountered before, something so powerful it almost burned out her mind just looking at it. She’d kept her esp damped down ever since, and had no intention of raising it again, no matter how bored she got. She frowned slightly, unhappy at the direction her thoughts were taking, but unable to ignore them either. Captain Silence had known what the attacking force was, even if what he’d said had made no sense. When he got back, she’d get some answers out of him, one way or another. She could always run a quick scan on him. In and out, so fast he’d never notice. But of course she couldn’t. Just thinking about it was enough to make her break out in a cold sweat. The Empire conditioned its espers very carefully from childhood on, to ensure they’d never abuse their abilities. Except in the service of the Empire, of course.

“Investigator Frost to pinnace. Acknowledge, and confirm your situation.”

Diana sat up straight as the Investigator’s cold, calm voice sounded in her comm implant. “This is esper Vertue. The pinnace is still secure. Nothing’s happened since you left. Where are you?”

“About two miles east of the landing field, map reference Alpha Tango eighty-eight. Has the Captain returned yet?”

“No, Investigator. He hasn’t contacted us, and we haven’t been able to raise him. Something down here is affecting the comm system; it only works when it feels like it.”

“I had hoped the Captain would be there, but we can proceed without him. This is an official log entry; Unseeli, Day One, 1543 hours. I have discovered what appears to be an alien space vessel, crashed some two miles east of Base Thirteen. The ship has suffered extensive damage, and there is as yet no sign of any pilot or other crew.”

“An alien ship?” said Diana excitedly as Frost paused. “What type is it? What species?”

There was another pause, but when Frost spoke again, her voice was calm and measured. “Unknown, esper.”

Diana stared blankly at the comm panels, her mind racing. Space-travelling aliens were rare, even out here on the Rim, but a new, unknown species! This was the kind of thing careers were made on. A sudden thought struck her.

“Investigator, could this be a representative of the species who originally created the metal forest?”

“Possible, but unlikely. Any species intelligent enough to genegineer the trees would surely be able to land a ship without crashing it. Listen carefully, esper. You’re going to have to leave the pinnace. I need you here, with me, to examine this ship. The marines will accompany you, to ensure your safety.”

“You mean, leave the pinnace unguarded?” said Diana.

“The pinnace can look after itself. Odin, go to full battle readiness. Acknowledge.”

“Acknowledged, Investigator,” Odin replied. Perhaps it was only her imagination, but Diana could have sworn she heard something like excitement in the AI’s invariably calm voice.

“In the meantime, Odin, keep trying to raise the Captain.” said Frost. “I don’t like being out of contact with him for so long. That goes for you too, esper. You might have better luck once you’ve moved away from the vicinity of Base Thirteen. Odin; what’s your current status on repairs?”

“Progressing well, Investigator. All main systems are back on line and operational.”

“What about structure integrity? Could we lift off, if we had to?”

“Unknown, Investigator. Theoretically, yes. As a practical matter, I could not reccomend it, except in the most urgent circumstances.”

“Very well. Maintain regular contact with the
Darkwind
after the esper and the marines have left; keep them up to date on what’s happening down here. And be prepared to relay information from me to the
Darkwind
. I’ll want the data from this new ship compared with existing records.”

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible, Investigator. I have been unable to contact the
Darkwind
from the moment we landed. There is nothing wrong with the comm systems, so I can only conclude it is either a result of natural conditions, or the interference is deliberate.”

“What do you mean, we’re out of contact?” snapped Frost. “Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“You didn’t ask.”

“Computer, once this mission is over, you and I are going to have a long chat about which of us is in charge here. In the meantime, you will report to me, or the esper, or anybody else available, on any changes in our circumstances that might affect our mission,
as they happen
. And if I have any further problems with you, I will personally reprogram your data banks with a shrapnel grenade. Is that clear?”

“There is no need to raise your voice to me, Investigator. I assure you, I have only the best interests of this mission at heart. I exist only to serve.”

“Blow it out your terminal.”

Diana looked aghast at the comm panels before her. Being cut off from the main ship was serious; it not only meant they were denied the ship’s superior computer facilities, it also meant they were on their own if anything went wrong. Diana hugged herself tightly. She’d never been cut off from the ship from the moment she joined its crew. She was used to its protection as a given, only a call away. Now she felt alone, naked, defenceless. She realised Frost was still talking, and forced herself to pay attention.

“If something is blocking our transmissions, Odin, can you determine their position in relation to ours?”

“Not at present, Investigator,” said the AI. “Without further evidence, it remains only a hypothesis.”

“That settles it. Esper, I want you with me as fast as you can travel. The sooner we check this alien ship out, the better. And, esper, keep your eyes open on the way. Investigator out.”

The silence that followed Frost’s signing off had a pronounced feeling of uncertainty. Not to mention unease. The presence of the alien ship could explain a lot of things, but for the moment it raised more questions than it answered. And the thought of leaving the pinnace and travelling through the metallic forest was not a comforting one, even with the marines for protection. Diana got to her feet and then stood there dithering, unsure what to do first. She’d wanted a little action, a little excitement, but this was ridiculous. A thought struck her, and she turned to glare at the comm panels.

“Odin, why didn’t your sensors detect the presence of the crashed alien ship?”

“Unknown, esper. Either the ship is shielded in some way, or it and its crew are simply too alien to show up on my instruments.”

Diana frowned. “I thought it was impossible for anything to shield itself from your sensors?”

“Impossible for any technology I am aware of. The alien ship’s level of technology is unknown.”

Diana growled something under her breath, and strode down the cabin to the airlock. Even when the computer was talking directly to her, she couldn’t get anything useful outof it. At least the Investigator understood her worth. Just let her at that alien ship; she’d show them what an esper could do. She’d show them all.

The marines accepted their new orders with hardly any fuss. Secretly, Diana thought they were probably just as bored as she’d been. The news of an alien ship didn’t throw them at all. They just nodded, checked the power levels on their guns, and led her off the landing field and into the metallic forest. They walked on either side of her, studying the surrounding trees alertly, their disrupters drawn and ready for use. Diana looked at the guns and scowled. There was always the chance the aliens weren’t involved with whatever had happened at Base Thirteen, and were just innocent bystanders. The Empire’s usual reaction to a new species was to shoot first and ask questions later, if at all, but Diana was determined that wasn’t going to happen here. First contacts could be peaceful, and she was going to do everything in her power to see that this one was. The Empire wasn’t going to add another servant species to its ranks, another people to treat and exploit as second-class citizens. Like the espers.

She didn’t like the way her thoughts were going, so she concentrated instead on her surroundings. The metallic trees were very beautiful, shining in the mists like frozen fireworks. Now that she was seeing them up close, walking among them, they didn’t seem nearly as imposing. Their warm glow seemed friendly, even inviting … Which was more than she could say about the entities that had attacked her on the way down. The day seemed suddenly colder, and she shuddered briefly. She’d never felt a rage like it, an anger beyond thought or emotion; a force in itself. A force strong enough to break through a pinnace hull built to withstand atomics. She looked at the marines walking with her, and her momentary feeling of security was gone, as though it had never been. Guns and cold steel would be little use against the kind of force she’d sensed.

She thrust the thought out of her mind. She was on her way to an unknown alien ship and a possible first contact, and nothing was going to spoil that for her. She wouldn’t let anything spoil it. She lengthened her stride, almost skipping along in her enthusiasm. The marines had to hurry to keep up with her. Ripper studied her thoughtfully, and Stasiak gave her a dark look or two, but she ignored both of them. And then the smile left her face and the joy went out of her in a moment, as something moved in the trees, not far away. She stopped dead in her tracks, and the marines stopped with her. They looked at her enquiringly, and she tried hard to stop trembling.

“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.