The Lost Colony by DM Arnold (reading an ebook txt) 📖

transport made its approach and touched down. As the bay doors closed the pilot taxied to a parking stall and set the shuttle onto the deck.

Bay pressurization required a few moments; then the door safeties released with a snap. Nyk stepped onto the deck and gave Andra a hand. He pointed to a rectangle on the deck marked with a red outline. “That's the cargo lift,” he said. “It connects directly with the cargo hold one deck below. On a seeding mission this shuttlebay can accommodate three tender shuttles for offloading colonists and supplies.”

“Absolutely correct,” the shuttle pilot remarked.

The pressure door isolating the bay from the rest of the ship opened and Nyk encountered a man in tan shirtsleeves and trousers, the ExoService duty uniform. Epaulettes with insignia identified him as the commanding officer. “Mr Kyhana, I am Captain Hayt. Welcome aboard the 501. We're operating with a skeleton crew for this mission. You are free to pick any vacant crewmen's cabin.” He turned to Andra. “Ms Baxa.” He extended his hand. Andra grasped it and curtsied.

Hayt led them to the passenger lift. “Crew quarters are on bridge deck,” he said.

Nyk pointed to the levels on the lift panel. “Deck one is the observation deck; two is bridge and crew quarters; three is the galley, mess and sick bay; four is barracks and shuttlebay; five is the main hold and six is engineering.”

“Have you been aboard a scout before?” the captain asked.

“In my dreams ... as a little kid. I was inside the shuttle bay on a 300, once. May I see the bridge?”

“This will be an informal flight. The bridge will be open. You are welcome on decks one through three anytime. Decks four through six are off-limits without a crew escort.”

They walked from the lift along a corridor of crew's cabins. “Any of these,” Hayt said, gesturing. “Like I said -- we're running a skeleton crew.”

Nyk pressed a door actuator and a cabin door slid open. Andra followed him inside. He surveyed the accommodations. The place had a well-worn look.

“Do you think the bunk is big enough for two?” he asked, pointing.

She shook her head. “No.”

“No?”

“No ... It means we'll have to cuddle closer.”

He set down his case. “I want to see the bridge. Come with me?”

“What else is there to do on this barge?”

He took her hand and headed down the corridor, which ended at a bulkhead. Through the open door he could see the bridge and posts for the pilot, navigator, operations officer and the captain's command. Crewmen worked vidisplays, running through checklists.

He spotted a bronze plaque mounted on the bulkhead. “ExoScout 501,” he read and ran his hand over it. “Keel laid T-Delta yards 6009.101APF... The first 500-class. This vessel is over five hundred years old. I guess it shows... She's ... seasoned.”

“She's well seasoned,” Andra remarked.

He spotted a tall young man with light skin and oat-straw white hair. He was wearing the uniform of a junior-grade officer. His eyes were of the palest blue. The young ensign glanced Nyk's way and his jaw dropped. “Janna?” he called out.

“Zane?” she replied. “No, it's Andra.”

He leapt over a low railing and approached her. “I knew it had to be one of you.” They embraced and kissed each other's foreheads.

“Do you know each other?”

“Of course we do. This is Zane. He was at Rote Academy when I was at Vebinad.”

“Vebinad is our sister school,” Zane said.

“More precisely, Rote is Vebinad's brother school,” Andra replied. “It's the only academy that trains male ax'amfinen.”

“I remember attending class with her and Janna,” Zane said. “We used to call the two of them the Twins.”

“So I've heard,” Nyk replied.

“How did you end up here, Zane?”

“I washed out of Rote. I failed to make the final cut, so I enlisted in the Service.”

“I'm sorry to hear that.”

“It's all right. We all know how hard it is to graduate from one of the academies. I'm the 501's communications officer. How did YOU end up here?”

“Comm...” the first officer called. “COMM!”

“I'd better get back to my post. We can hash over old times after the watch is over.”

Nyk approached the captain. “When will we be getting underway?”

Hayt consulted a chronometer. “It's getting late. Probably first thing tomorrow. We're still awaiting word on our cargo.”

“Cargo?” Nyk asked.

“A communications relay. We're giving one to the Varadans.”

“We're giving away a comm relay?” Nyk asked.

“Consider it a diplomatic gift. It's an old one that's been decommissioned. For the Varadans' purposes, it'll work just fine. We'll drop it off outside their heliopause before making planetfall.”

“So that explains why we're using a 500-series scout. We needed something with some cargo capacity.”

“And, this vessel was available. Now, if you'll excuse me.”

Nyk stood with his back against the bridge's rear bulkhead. A chime sounded. “Okay, end of watch,” the first officer announced. “Put her into station-keeping.”

Captain Hayt approached Nyk. “You two are welcome to dine in my cabin.”

“If you'll excuse me,” Andra replied, “I have a prior engagement.”

Nyk watched as Andra and Zane strolled, hand-in-hand, down the corridor.

“Ax'amfinen,” Hayt muttered. “You can pick your friends, but not your family -- or, your crew.”

“I'm sorry?” Nyk replied.

The captain nodded toward the corridor. “If I had my choice I wouldn't have an ax'amfin in my crew. Best to relegate them to what they're good at -- being sex toys for colonial high officials. I'm surprised you have one with you.”

“Andra is a very good friend of mine,” Nyk replied. “As I've grown to know her, I've developed an appreciation for the roles her kind play.”

“Zane has been a good comm officer. I do wonder where an ax'amfin's true loyalties lie.”

“Illya Kronta says the same thing,”

“Ah ... Kronta.... How is Illya?”

“Doing well.”

“Come with me, Nykkyo -- we'll share a meal.” Hayt led him to another doorway that opened onto a spacious cabin directly behind the bridge.

“Captain's quarters,” Nyk remarked.

“First officer's is across the way. Have a seat.” Hayt pressed a panel. “It'll be just a moment. Fully crewed, this ship would have a cabin boy...”

“A cabin boy... That thought never crossed my mind.”

A chime sounded. The captain opened a panel and took a pair of meal trays from a dumbwaiter.

“This is quite a venerable ship,” Nyk remarked. “First in the 500-class.”

“This is the ship that seeded the Lexal colony.”

“How many 500s were built?”

“Two,” Hayt replied. “Three if you count the prototype. There's not much need for this class of vessel. We haven't had the opportunity to seed another colony since Lexal was founded.”

“How long do you think the crossing to Varada will take?”

“I'm estimating four standard days.”

“Four days? I've been on the packet to Lexal. They can make the trip in a single jump, and Lexal is more distant than Varada.”

“More likely, multiple jumps that feel like just one. You must understand, Nykkyo -- that is a commercial run. Those routes are well understood and well mapped. We'll be charting unknown territory on our way to Varada.”

“Varada was a routine destination at one time.”

Hayt gulped his mouthful. “Never routine. That planet has the misfortune of lying close to a nexus of some very steep hyperspace gradients. We must approach that system with great caution -- we must probe and jump ... probe and jump. Add to this the fact we're manning only one watch. We must go into station-keeping for half a day when that watch is over.”

“So, we'll be doing hyperspace mapping, too?”

“Absolutely.”

“Wouldn't a 300-class Explorer be better suited?”

“This ship is fully qualified for our mission. Don't forget our cargo. A 300 would have to tow it.”

“I keep forgetting about the relay station. Could we tow something like that?”

“I wouldn't want to attempt it.” Hayt scooped another spoonful. “Have you studied hyperspace navigation?”

“No,” Nyk replied.

The captain stood and retrieved material from his desk drawer. He returned with a polysheet, a stylus and a shirt button. “Let's say this polysheet represents space.” With the stylus he drew two circles, one at each end of the sheet. “And, let's say this is Floran and this is Varada.” He placed the button on one circle and began to push it along the sheet. “We could not make the transit in normal space -- not in our lifetimes, at least, except at relativistic velocities. Even then, time dilation would make the trip impractical.”

Hayt returned the button to one of the circles. “However, if we can use additional dimensions...” He held his hand above the sheet. “From the viewpoint of the polysheet, my hand exists in a higher-order dimension. If we know space is warped in this dimension...” He picked up the end of the sheet and the button, folded it over and released it. The page flopped open onto his desk, with the button atop the circle at the other end. “We can travel from Floran to Varada in an instant -- without moving at all.”

“In ordinary timespace, you mean.”

“Precisely.”

“I understand warp travel,” Nyk replied. “I never understood how warp navigation works.”

“Adding the time dimension complicates matters,” Hayt continued. “The goal is to arrive at Varada with negligible time displacement.” He returned the button to the starting circle. “In order to do that, we may find ourselves having to make multiple jumps.” He bent the sheet over halfway and dropped the button onto its middle; then picked up the other end, bent it over and picked up the button. “It may very well be that, in hyperspace, the best route takes us via the other side of the galaxy. We want to avoid time displacement at all costs.”

“Would you navigate via a jump with a time displacement followed by a second jump with an opposite time shift?”

“Theoretically possible, but we prefer not to do it that way. We rather to stick to hyperspace contours with a neutral time gradient.”

“Why is that?” Nyk asked.

“Time gradients are dangerous. Just because our target coordinates are empty space today is no guarantee they will be at some arbitrary time delta into the future.”

Nyk nodded in comprehension. “Or, were at some arbitrary point in the past. What differentiates the contours?” Nyk asked.

“Energy levels. Most commercial routes follow contours that are widely-spaced in the energy domain. You don't need to be too careful setting your warp coil parameters. The levels are quantized, so even if you're off by a few percent, you lock onto the desired contour. That's what makes the Varadan approach so tricky -- the contours are too close together. If you're off by a couple percent, you risk following the wrong one.”

“It could take us into uncharted space or throw us backward in time.”

“Worse yet, it could send us straight into the center of a star. Ships that were lost on the Varadan approach were never heard from again. We surmise they suffered such a fate.”

“We'll use the hyperspace contour mapping to facilitate future missions?” Nyk asked.

“Precisely. For starters, we'll relay the route to Tomyka Wells's courier. Her vessel is not equipped to perform the necessary probing. Should regular transports to Varada resume, then we'll use the hyperspace maps to create automated jump programs for passenger packets and freighters.”

“This,” said Zane, “is a tachnet uplink we'll be installing in the Varadan capital.”

“There's one of those in the attic of the house in Wisconsin,” Nyk replied. “It links with the comm relay station we have parked outside Earth's heliopause.”

“We'll do exactly the same thing at Varada,” Zane replied. “I believe on Earth the relay is located in a circumpolar region of the sky.”

“Yes -- above the planet's north pole. From Wisconsin, at least, it never falls below Earth's horizon.”

“That won't be possible on Varada,” Zane replied. “Our relay station will only be visible during part of the day. If relations with Varada develop, we can install others spaced around the equator...”

“So, one will always face the relay”

“Exactly.” He led them from the communications lab. “Now, I'll show you more of Engineering...” He led them through a hatch in a bulkhead. “The inertial sinks are in this compartment...”

“Sinks?”

“Yes -- main and auxiliary... Ahead of the sinks is life support, waste reprocessing, water and oxygen reclamation and reserve supplies of water and atmosphere.”

“How long can this vessel operate without resupplying air and water?” Nyk asked.

“With this crew, we are provisioned for one hundred standard days -- provided some event doesn't cause us to vent atmosphere ... these are containment hatches -- the entire ship is set up so we can isolate a part of the hull in the event of damage.”

“To prevent venting atmosphere,” Nyk commented.

“Yes...”

The three of them stood and gazed upon a large tank, lying on its side, with plumbing that ran from either end.

“This,” Zane said, “is our warp coil.”

“Impressive,” Nyk replied. “I wouldn't want to be standing here when it's triggered.”

“The warp jolt doesn't come from the coil -- it comes from the rupture of normal timespace. It feels no different here than in any other part of the ship.”

“Are those power conduits?” Nyk asked.

“No --