Quarantine Cove
(c) 2007-2010 by Trismegistus Shandy
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When Nat Holcomb's radio alarm wakes him up, he listens to it blearily
for a while, thinking the news of an alien invasion must be a dream.
But eventually he realizes: Hey, I'm awake. There really are aliens
invading Earth. One of their landing craft is north of Rutledge.
They've got a bunch of rover craft heading for Atlanta.
Nat Holcomb lives in Jonesboro, far enough off at the rate the aliens
are travelling, but he is a forward-looking person. He's packing a
few things to go visit his brother in Milledgeville when his cellphone
rings. The caller ID says: GSPA. The Georgia State Patrol Auxiliary.
Yeah, superheroes are needed in a time of crisis like this, but why
him? He calls in.
"What? Do you think my power will work on the aliens? I don't see
why it would, but, then, I don't understand how it works with
humans... But I generally have to see someone up close to do them.
You haven't actually seen them yet, have you?... Oh..."
Parvati Chalasani, the GSPA's receptionist, tells him to wait for his
pickup. A teleporter is going to come after him.
Nat reminds her that he's moved to a new apartment recently;
Fernspringer hasn't been here before and won't be able to teleport
directly into it.
"No, this is another guy, a reservist like you. Zach Johnson; I don't
think you've met him? Hang on a minute..." Nat is about to ask why,
if this guy can teleport to his apartment without ever having been
there, he's just a reservist, but he realizes he's already on hold. A
moment later a sleepy voice says, "Hello?"
"Zach, we need you to transport someone to the front line. He's on the
phone now, get the information you need from him."
"Hi, I'm Nat Holcomb..." Nat begins, but the other fellow interrupts
him. "Where are you? Describe what it looks like, the layout of the
furniture in the room, if you're inside, where you're standing... and
if you're wearing anything breakable, like a nice watch or glasses, go
ahead and take it off." Nat complies, describing the interior of his
apartment with the precision of an architecture student. He takes off
his watch and sets it in the bag he was packing.
"OK, I've got it. Stand close by the table, you can hang up now."
Dead line.
Nat still hasn't hung up the phone when he hears a "Hi," from behind
him. He turns, and there's a young black guy, about his own age but a
few inches taller, with no clothes on. "Hi, I'm Zach Johnson. Do you
have any coffee? Oh, and you can take your clothes off now, if you
like things neat, or just pick them up off the floor when you get
back. If you get back."
Nat wants to help out against the ravaging aliens, but he's not in a
great hurry to face them either, and not a little perturbed by the
sudden appearance of this prolix nude guy. He's grateful for the
mundane process of brewing a pot of coffee to calm his nerves,
probably more than for the coffee itself. He's had plenty of
weirdness in his life since he discovered his power a few years ago,
but not of this particular species.
"I really need to wake up more before we jump into anything dangerous.
The coffee will help, thanks a lot. -- I guess you've figured out I
can't handle people's clothes," Zach goes on, taking a seat at Nat's
kitchen table while Nat gets out the coffee fixings. "That's actually
an asset sometimes. Once I got called in to help against this
terrorist guy, he had a bunch of armor and weaponry, but it didn't
cover every inch of him. I teleported right behind him and touched a
bit of exposed skin for a moment, and teleported him out of his
armor."
Nat sets the coffee on to brew and sits at the table across from his
guest. "Wow," he says politely.
"It was pretty cool. But I expect we'd better talk about today. I'm
supposed to take you to the front lines; what are you supposed to do
against these creatures? They told me one of their precognitives
thinks you can take them down."
Nat wonders if a demonstration would be better than an explanation,
but decides to save his energy. Energy reminds him of calories, and
he gets up and starts fixing some buttered toast so that he can turn
his back while he explains, "I change people's sex. -- Maybe aliens
as well, I haven't had occasion to try."
"Whoa, that's powerful." Long pause. "Why have I never heard of
you?"
"Probably same reason I've never heard of you. I reckon it would be
bad publicity for them to call us in too often, if the cases got
reported in the papers. Or filmed for television news. But there's a
problem. I have to see people up close to change them. As far as
I've heard nobody's seen these aliens yet, or been able to get one of
their vehicles open."
"Oh, that might not be a big problem. I think I could go inside one
of their land rovers if I could see the outside clearly. Could be
dangerous, though. I don't know how crowded the inside is liable to
be. Obviously I've never teleported into a wall or table before,
'cause I'm still walking around, but there's a first time for
everything. You game?"
"I guess so."
"If you'll let me use your phone, I'll call headquarters to get a fix
on where we're going. Yell when the coffee's done."
Nat hands over his cellphone; Zach steps back into the small living
room to make his call. Nat eats his toast, and, thinking he'd better
get used to it, starts taking off his clothes.
When Zach gets off the phone and gives it back, Nat goes into his
bedroom to call his brother.
"I won't be coming today. The GSPA think my power will help against
the aliens for some reason, so I'll be in on some of the fighting...
Yes, of course it's dangerous, but I think I ought to do it... Yes,
I'll be careful... Um, if anything happens to me, you can tell Mom and
Dad as little or as much as you think would be good for them to know.
I love you... Goodbye."
He hangs up the phone and goes back to the kitchen. Zach is halfway
through with a large mug of coffee and devouring a third (or fourth?)
piece of toast.
"Are you ready?"
"I should eat a bit more. Using my power several times in a day wears
me out."
"Do that, then..."
So Nat goes on with his breakfast. Zach tells a couple of more
stories about his adventures with the GSPA, then about some practical
jokes he played on his older brothers and a bully at school when he
first discovered his powers.
When Nat is full, he tells Zach he's ready.
"All right, then, let's stand up; take my hand, here..."
Now they're standing in a cornfield near a dilapidated barn. "See
Rock City" is painted on its roof, but faded; it's been awhile since
the state highway from which it's visible was a main route from
Atlanta to Augusta. More eye-catching is the alien landing craft
squatting on someone's new corn, about three times the length of the
barn.
"Get down," whispers Zach, and pulls Nat to his hands and knees in the
corn.
I'm going to have a lot of chigger bites if I live through this, Nat
thinks.
"Parvati said the World Guardians have an observation post in that
barn there. The ship's been quiet since the last time they saw a
rover come out of it, but I think we'd better be cautious till we're
ready to go inside."
So they crawl around to the other side of the barn, then stand up and
knock on the door.
A costumed person answers. He looks distastefully at the two naked
guys standing there.
"So you're the teleport and the mystery power?" he asked. "The Patrol
said one of their precogs claims you reservists could do something to
the aliens. I'll believe it when I see it. But sit down. Anything
you need from us? We haven't any pictures of the inside of the ship,
you know."
"I don't need any pictures to teleport into it," said Zach. The
costumed guy who still hasn't introduced himself looks momentarily
impressed, then controls his expression. "Some general idea about
where the walls and hollow spaces might be would help, though."
"OK, I'll see if I can get that for you. I'm the Blue Knight, by the
way. And you are...?"
"Have birthday suit, will travel," says Zach.
"Reserve Officer Holcomb," says Nat.
The Blue Knight looks disaproving again at their silly and nonexistent
codenames, then points to a bench that looks a bit splintery for naked
people to sit on, but anyway... He goes over to the other side of the
barn where several costumed heroes and Army Corps of Engineers guys
are working on equipment of various kinds.
Zach and Nat don't have to sit on the bench long before another
costumed person comes to talk to them.
"I can show you some scans we've done if you'll come over here," she
says, trying hard not to look at them close. She turns her back and
returns to the bank of screens, expecting them to follow, which they
do.
Zach studies the scans for a few minutes, picks out a place that looks
hollow consistently on several of them, and asks Nat if he's ready.
"I guess so."
"Wait, what are you supposed to be doing to them?" the Blue Knight
asks.
"Trying my power on them, seeing if it hurts them any," says Nat, not
wanting to take time to explain or demonstrate. Zach notices this and
decides it's time to go.
----
Their eyes had adjusted to the dim light in the barn, and suddenly
they're in much brighter light. They close their eyes in reaction.
The air is warm, as is the smooth surface their bare feet are standing
on. Not much noise, some quietly humming machinery. Nat is holding
Zach's left hand with his right.
"Too bright," says Zach, squinting a bit and closing his eye again
immediately. "Let's turn... see if it's less bright the other way..."
They start to turn and peek through cracked eyelids, but before
they've made a half-turn, they hear a quavery whistling sound, and
something reaches and touches them... dry, soft, papery, a few degrees
hotter than a human body. A moment later it's wrapped around Nat's
legs, gripping hard.
Nat exercises his power toward the thing, hoping something will
happen. Something does happen: the grip on his legs relaxes and lets
go, and the whistling turns into a screech: he hopes what he's hearing
is panic. He squeezes Zach's hand twice, saying "Let's go," but
they're already back in the barn. Their eyes having started to adjust
to the bright lights in the ship, they're nearly blind here.
The Blue Knight is talking at once, "What did you see? Were you able
to do anything?"
"It's way too bright in there," Zach says, "we couldn't see anything.
Nat?"
"Um." says Nat. Then: "Something grabbed me, I think one of the
aliens, I tried my power on it and it let go and started screeching.
Can I have some water? And a blanket?"
Zach reports a bit more of what he felt and heard, and fills in the
Blue Knight on what Nat's power is. Nat scarcely hears them. Someone
brings him a bottle of water and a field blanket; he can't tell who,
still blinded by the bright light.
A few minutes later, as he's starting to see things again, Zach comes
and talks to him. "Hey Nat, are you all right? Do you think you can
try that again? I just mean changing the aliens, you won't have to go
in with me. I figure if I teleport in again, one of them may grab me
as they did just now, and I can jump out again taking it with me. I'll
be in the field behind the barn. You can see it in daylight and try
your power on it, and we can get photos and stuff even if we can't
capture it alive."
"OK, sure."
Meanwhile the soldiers and World Guardians set up in the field, taking
positions in a circle around where Zach plans to come out with his
captive, or captor, or whatever. Nat joins them.
"OK, be back in a minute, I hope..." says Zach, and he's gone.
In far less than a minute, there he is again, with company. Something
blue-black with a few red spots at each end, about four feet long and
two feet high with at least six appendages, has two of those
appendages wrapped around Zach's legs.
As soon as he sees it, Nat reacts.
It's now about three and a half feet long, but thicker around the
middle, still mostly blue-black but with complex patterns of bright
red, green and yellow stripes at each end. It has the same number of
visible appendages. Predictably, it's letting go of Zach's legs. Zach
vanishes, reappearing at Nat's side.
Soldiers and superheroes move in with a net. They quickly subdue the
creature, or so it seems; but it doesn't struggle long. They soon
realize it's dead. Suicide? Shock? Something in the atmosphere? The
World Guardians take custody of the body to be autopsied.
"Like an angler fish, maybe." Nat comments. "Or a bee, or something
like that. I wonder which way I changed it?"
"Maybe we'll find out from the autopsy. Maybe not. Do you think you
can do that again several times today?"
"I need to eat something first."
"Let's go eat, then. I'll excuse us."
----
Zach returns them to Nat's apartment. Nat gets dressed first thing.
"There's a bathrobe in yonder," he says, gesturing toward his bedroom,
"hanging on a rack on the back of the door. Or you can borrow some of
my other clothes if you want, if you can find anything that fits."
While Zach is getting dressed, Nat finds a couple of clean bowls and
opens a large can of beef stew, then starts to spoon some out. Then,
belatedly thinking of something: "Hey, are you a vegetarian?" he
calls. "No," comes Zach's answer. Nat fixes two bowls of stew and
puts the first one in the microwave to heat.
Zach returns wearing Nat's bathrobe and a pair of loose flannel
pajamas while the stew is still heating. "That was pretty good," Zach
said, "at least one alien dead, and I expect another one is pretty
messed up and might not be much use for a while. Hey, can you change
several at once, do you think?"
"I changed two dozen people at a time, once, when the GSPA were
measuring my powers," Nat replies, as the microwave timer pings. "But
it tired me out -- I couldn't lift a paperclip afterward, could hardly
stand up. And I hadn't any control, either; I changed everyone within
ten yards of me, including myself, not just the ones I was aiming at.
That was the end of that day of testing." He puts on a mitt and takes
Zach's bowl out of the microwave, setting it on the table, then puts
his own bowl in to heat. Zach falls to with great appetite, but
doesn't let that stop him from talking.
"But if we jump into another alien ship, you could change all of them
within range, and then I could take you back out -- maybe we'd better
go straight to the emergency room at Grady, just in case."
"Did you hear what I just said? If I do that, I'll change you and me
too. And I'll be too tired to change you back until tomorrow, at the
earliest. Is that OK? And do you think you'll be able to jump right
after changing sex? It can be a shock."
Zach pauses while he takes another bite.
"Maybe we'd better try it now," he says, hesitantly. "Change me into a
girl and I'll jump home as soon as I recover from the shock --
instantly, if I can. Do you have a stopwatch around here? Then I'll
jump back here and you can make me a guy again."
"That might be a good idea. But we'd better finish eating first."
After a brief pause Zach asks, "So, have they ever called you in on a
mission before? Or is this the first time?"
Nat hesitates. "There were a couple of jobs where they thought the
shock of being changed would break somebody's concentration, let the
GSPA get the upper hand in a fight. One time it worked, another time
it didn't. Then there was the time they wanted me to trap a rapist.
It worked -- after I spent several nights hanging out as a woman in
this area where he'd raped several women in the last few weeks, he
jumped me, and I changed him. But she was still too strong for me to
overpower her by myself, and by the time the police responded to my
call, she'd gotten away. We put up ads in that neighborhood saying if
she would turn herself in I'd change her back, but never heard
anything." He doesn't see fit to say anything in detail about the
other job.
When they've both finished eating, Zach says, "OK, I guess I'm ready."
He stands up. "Go ahead."
"Let me go find my stopwatch," Nat says, going to his bedroom. He
returns with it after a couple of minutes of rummaging through
drawers. He presses the start button and exerts his power.
Zach sways for a moment and recovers her balance. She looks down at
herself, dumbfounded in spite of being forewarned. It takes eight
seconds by Nat's stopwatch before she vanishes; the unoccupied
bathrobe and pajamas collapse to the floor.
She doesn't return right away. After waiting for three or four
mintutes, Nat picks up his cellphone, then realizes he doesn't have
Zach's home phone number -- she did say she was going home, right?
Where else would she go?
He is just about to speed-dial the GSPA so he can ask for Zach's phone
number when Zach emerges from the bathroom with a large towel wrapped
around herself.
"OK, you can change me back now," she says. "Sorry I took so long."
"I understand. But are you sure you want to change back now? If we
go into another alien ship and I exert my power full force, I'll
change you then. It's probably better if you wait -- else, you'll be
female for as long as it takes me to recover from the effort of
changing a couple of dozen aliens and both of us."
"Are we ready to do that, then? Hey, how long did it take me to jump
out after --?"
"Eight seconds. But it will probably be less next time, especially if
you've just changed back into a guy."
Zach pauses. "I guess that makes sense," she says. "I should use your
phone to talk to the Patrol and ask them where they want us to hit
next."
"Go ahead," Nat says, handing the phone to her. She takes it and
tries to dial one-handed while keeping hold of the towel with the
other hand. Nat turns his back and says, "It's speed-dial number
three," then goes to his bedroom leaving Zach alone in the kitchen.
He can still hear her talking.
"Yeah, I know it doesn't sound like me, but it is... That's right, Nat
changed me. No, not for fun, I'll explain why later. Be serious.
OK, where should we go next? He says he's going to go all out this
time, change everything within range... Should we go back and hit that
same ship near Rutledge, or hit some other ship next?... OK, give me a
description. I'll hold, sure..."
A few minutes later Zach enters the bedroom, wearing the bathrobe and
pajama bottoms. "Ready to go?" she asks. "They connected me to
somebody at the World Guardians' headquarters, and gave me a
description of another landing site, the one up near Ithaca, New
York." Nat stands up and holds out his hand. Zach takes it in hers
and they go.
----
Afterward, Nat can't remember anything about the landing site itself.
Zach, so casual at the other site, is in a big hurry here; she looks
at the ship and, as it seems to be the same shape as the other one,
takes them into it, pausing just long enough to tell Nat to close his
eyes.
Even with his eyes closed, the bright light seeps through. He doesn't
waste any time exerting his power full strength: more than he's ever
done before, he thinks, even that time at the GSPA training camp in
Toccoa. She collapses to her knees on the warm, smooth deck, losing
her grip on Zach's hand. But it's not long before Zach leans down
and, just touching her shoulder, takes them out again --not right
outside the ship, but back to Atlanta, into the emergency room at
Grady Memorial Hospital. It's a good thing, too, because Nat is
already losing consciousness. She is vaguely aware of Zach yelling
something about a superhero injured in the line of duty, and wants to
object to the imprecision of his terms, but can't make her voice do
anything.
Later, she wakes up in a hospital bed, and is aware of an IV dripping
fluids into a vein in her left arm, and a catheter going up into her
urethra; she wants to ask someone about the invasion, but there's no
one around at the moment. She falls asleep again moments later.
Later, she wakes up more fully. She fumbles around for a nurse call
button and presses it.
"What's going on with the invasion?" she demands when the nurse
arrives. "Have we beaten them off, or made contact with them?"
"Their land rovers turned around and went back to the ships," the
nurse tells her, "two days ago, not long after you were admitted. And
some of the ships have taken off and docked with the mother ship in
orbit, but others are still sitting wherever they landed."
"How's Zach -- the guy who brought me in?"
"He's fine. He's been here to see you several times --we had to
assign him a storage closet he could teleport into and get dressed
in."
Several times? Two days ago? "So it's... Monday? I've been
unconscious for two days?" Nat asks.
"Yes. How are you feeling now? I'll check your vital signs -- it's
about an hour since I last checked you."
Nat feels fairly OK now, and says so. She waits until the nurse is
finished measuring her pulse, blood pressure, oxygen saturation and so
forth to ask if she can go yet.
"You'll have to ask your doctor," the nurse says. "Is there anything I
can get for you?"
"Water," Nat says.
The nurse returns with a cup of ice water with a straw in it, and
Zach. He restrains himself until the nurse has left, then bursts out,
"Are you ready to go again?"
"Oh. Maybe not instantly, but probably pretty soon. She said she was
going to ask my doctor if I could go yet."
"With me here you don't need a doctor to get out of here."
"It would probably make things easier later if I checked out properly.
And if I teleport with this IV in my arm, it will probably be bleeding
all over the place when we arrive wherever we're going. Oh -- what
did you tell them when I arrived? I know I didn't have my insurance
card on me..."
"You're here on the Patrol's insurance. And I'm serious about going
as soon as possible. The World Guardians have asked us to hit their
mother ship in orbit next. I've already been up to our space station,
looking at the alien ship. I also practiced jumping into vacuum and
right back into the space station a moment later; if I miss the alien
ship on the first try we won't suffocate."
Space. Free fall. Teleporting into vacuum. Sounds like fun.
"I really should get a little more rest before I try that stunt
again," Nat says, after thinking a bit. "I haven't even stood up yet
since I woke a few minutes ago."
"You want to try it now? Stand up, I mean."
Nat tries to do so, but between the catheter and the IV she's on too
short a tether to do more than swing her legs round off the side of
the bed. The nurse returns just then.
"You should have called me first," she says reprovingly.
"I want to try to stand up," Nat says. "Is that OK? And can you
remove this catheter, please?"
"We should make sure you're strong enough to stand and walk to the
bathroom, first," the nurse tells her. She shoos Zach out of the room
before helping Nat untangle the tubes enough to stand up.
Nat is a little wobbly at first, but manages to stand up straight, and
then walk two paces, as far as the IV tube and catheter allow. The
nurse (Nat can read her nametag now: Sherry) picks up the bag the
catheter feeds into, and carries it while pushing the IV pole closer
so Nat can take another couple of steps.
"I think I'll be ready to go pretty soon," Nat says after she sits on
the bed again.
"Let's see what your doctor says," Sherry replies noncomittally.
"Can you remove the IV too, or do you have to ask the doctor about
that?"
"I'll ask him as soon as I can. Do you feel like eating something?"
"Yes, I could eat."
"I'll have dietary send something up. Meanwhile I could bring you a
snack; would you like a popsicle or some ice cream?"
Nat opts for the ice cream.
-----
A couple of hours later, after Nat has eaten, rested, and gone for
another short walk with the nurse's help, a doctor finally comes to
see her. He examines her and asks how she's feeling.
"Better," she says. "Stronger. If I didn't have this IV and so forth
to deal with, I could easily walk further and faster."
"You were suffering from heat exhaustion and dehydration when you came
in," the doctor says, "but you seem to be nearly recovered. Since
you're eating and drinking, I expect we can stop the IV nutrition as
soon as you work up to eating a full normal meal and don't get sick
afterward. You're walking around, so I'll have your nurse remove the
catheter now."
"How soon do you think I can go back on duty?"
"There are plenty of superheroes around who aren't recovering from
dehydration. Let them take care of these aliens for a while. I won't
tell you a specific date, but work up gradually to your previous
levels of exertion."
Nat thinks about that for a moment, and changes tactics. "So, how soon
can I get out of here?"
"As soon as you're eating normally and able to walk --say, three times
around the nurses' station without getting tired."
When the doctor has gone, Nat telephones the GSPA and tells them
what's going on.
"If you think you still need me, I can jump into another ship with
Zach as soon as I'm discharged. But I'd probably better not exert my
full power all at once again too soon."
"OK," says Parvati. "Take care of yourself. The situation seems to
be stable for now."
----
Next day, a while after her third lap around the nurses' station, the
doctor writes Nat a discharge order. She calls Zach's home phone and
doesn't get him, then a work number he gave her. She asks his
supervisor if Zach is on duty (yes), can she talk to him (just a
minute...). Zach says he'll be there in a few minutes, and is she
alone in the hospital room? Yes. A very few minutes later Zach steps
out of her bathroom, a towel around his waist. "Stand up, hold my
hand, let's go," he says.
"Where?" she asks.
"The space station, if you're about ready to jump to the mother ship
and change some of them again. Or our base in Toccoa, if you need
more rest."
Nat sighs. "I could probably use a week of rest, to be honest. But I
think I'm strong enough to change a few aliens. As long as I've got
you with me to jump me back to the emergency room if I start passing
out, I don't think it will kill me."
"No more likely than that the aliens will." He takes her hand. "OK,
let's --"
"--go," he finishes as gravity disappears and they float nude in a
small chamber with handholds all along the walls. Fixed somehow
against one wall, there's a big sack. Zach turns, reaches for a
handhold, and pulls himself closer to the sack, then rips open the
velcro fasteners and pulls out two jumpsuits. Without a word they get
dressed, bumping into each other a few times in the small space. Nat
really wants to change back into a guy, she doesn't like this
situation, but she knows she needs to save her energy for later.
"Ready?" Zach asks as soon as he's dressed, and without waiting for an
answer pulls himself toward the small doorway, then floats through it
and grabs another handhold in the corridor outside to brake himself.
Nat follows clumsily, missing the first handhold and bouncing gently
off the opposite wall of the corridor before catching another one.
"This way," says Zach, and, pushing himself off from the first
handhold, drifts down the corridor toward another narrow door. As he
drifts down the corridor, he pulls himself along further whenever he
gets close enough to a wall handhold. Nat follows more cautiously,
always keeping at least one hand on a handhold.
They emerge into a much larger room, with a dozen or so people in it -
- astronauts, cosmonauts, xenobiologists, and superheroes. Nat
recognizes two of the heroes, high-profile members of the World
Guardians: Roland and Oliver. A large part of one wall is a window,
the aliens' mother ship just barely showing a visible disc several
hundred kilometers away.
"We're about ready when y'all are," Zach says without introduction,
then, "Oh, this is Nat. I told you about her. -- Can I take another
look at the telescope monitor?"
"Right here," says an astronaut strapped in to a chair fixed in front
of a large computer monitor. She loosens the velcro straps, and,
standing, expertly pushes off to drift to a place on the opposite wall
where nobody is sitting, grabs a handhold, then a couple of velcro
tethers to keep her in place. Meanwhile Zach is drifting slowly
toward the chair; he looks like he's going to miss it, but reaches out
to catch it, flips and sits down. Nat wonders if she should head that
way too, but doesn't trust herself to jump accurately across that
distance; she stays by the doorway, looks around and finds some velcro
tethers like the ones the astronauts are using.
Zach studies the real-time image on the screen, a close-up view of the
mother ship from the space station's telescope. In the lower half of
the screen, various numbers indicate the current distance, direction,
and speed of the alien ship relative to the space station. Zach has
been learning to read these figures over the last three days while Nat
has been in Grady. After a couple of minutes, he nods, unstraps
himself, and jumps across the room to grab a handhold next to Nat.
"I think we're ready," he says. "Roland, you got any new information
that might help us?"
"None," he says. "We've been trying to make contact, telling them in
several Earth and local spiral arm languages that if they surrender
and prepare to withdraw, we'll change them back, but otherwise they
can expect to keep getting changed. But they haven't said anything."
"I don't think I should try to change dozens of them at once again,"
Nat says. "This time I'll change them one at a time, as fast as I
can, until I start getting tired; then I'll ask you to get us out."
"OK. Listen: just in case we miss the ship and land in vacuum, we
need to be ready. Take a deep breath, hold it for a moment, and then
start exhaling with your mouth open when I squeeze your hand. That
way the air will rush out of your lungs freely and not cause damage.
Ready?"
Nat nods, takes Zach's hand, and inhales. Then the squeeze; she
opens her mouth, and --
-- Darkness, tingling all over; a rush of air, the fastest she's ever
exhaled; her ears popping; Zach's hand squeezing hers tighter than
ever. The mother ship is only a few hundred meters away; huge, it
fills half her field of vision.
Then: Bright light and warm air again. A welcome rush of breath into
the lungs. They fall lightly to a floor, landing on their sides.
Blinded at first, they stand up carefully, Zach still holding Nat's
hand tight.
No sudden touch of tentacles this time. As their eyes adjust to the
brightness, as they hadn't had time for on their two previous
incursions, they realize they're alone in a long corridor that gently
curves upward in both directions. They feel very light; the ship is
rotating slowly, providing some low pseudo-gravity on this level of
the ship.
"Any preference about which direction?" Zach asks, trying to keep his
eyes fixed on Nat's face and off the rest of her.
"It doesn't matter. That way, I guess."
As they start walking, they feel slightly heaver. "We're heading
against the direction the ship is spinning," Nat remarks.
There are doors on either side of the corridor every ten to twenty
meters. To the left of each is a small metallic plate; to the right,
a mechanical handle behind a transparent screen. At the first door,
Zach fiddles with the handle, managing to slide back the screen, but
then unable to budge the handle.
"I bet the plate is the normal way to open it," Nat suggests. "It
probably reads a tentacle-print to see who wants to come in. But if
the ship loses power, the handle will work -- there's probably an
electromagnet keeping it fixed in place now."
"That makes sense," says Zach. "But maybe it just needs a touch to
open it with the plate; it might not look for a particular print."
"Better not touch it, just in case. If it is looking for a signature
of some kind, it's sure to give an alarm."
"We've probably already been spotted by cameras by now anyway."
"Maybe, but let's keep going and hope we can take some of them by
surprise."
This they do, before long. As they continue down the corridor, they
suddenly hear a noise behind them, and spin around. One of the doors
they've passed has opened, and two aliens emerge. For a long moment
the four of them pause, staring at each other. Then the aliens rush
toward Nat and Zach.
One of them becomes shorter and thicker, developing bright patterns on
its front and presumably its rear as well. It stumbles, coming to a
stop. The other rushes past its companion for a few meters; then it,
too, changes and halts, just three meters short of where Nat and Zach
stand, holding hands again just in case they might need to jump.
That's not necessary. After a few moments, the aliens turn and scurry
away in the opposite direction.
"Let's check out that room," Zach whispers. They creep up to it
slowly, then Nat peeks around the corner into it, still holding Zach's
hand.
She doesn't see any aliens. The room is small enough for her to see
all of it from here. There are two hammocks strung up, and two
acceleration couches vertically fixed to the back wall; apparently
that would be the floor when the ship is under acceleration. Then she
notices two more acceleration couches against the outer wall between
the bedroom and the corridor. A few spigots with handles flush to the
wall, against either wall perpendicular to the couch walls, are the
only other amenities she can see, though she guesses there are
probably some drawers or cabinets not obvious to her.
"Nobody here," she reports. "Let's keep going, and fast; those guys,
or girls, or whatever, have probably sounded the alarm by now." After
Zach has a chance to glance around the room, they go on.
They've hardly gone another hundred steps when a loud, shrill
whistling starts up, then a quieter, modulated series of whistles.
Maybe it's the aliens' language, or maybe just a musical code like a
bugle call. A few seconds later, all the doors in sight ahead of Nat
and Zach open up, and aliens come out of them, mostly in pairs. They
approach cautiously. Nat changes them, one by one; this time those
changed pause, and fall back behind their comrades, but they don't run
off.
Nat has changed almost all of those approaching them from ahead when
Zach calls out "Behind us!" Nat turns around; there's just as many
more aliens coming from the other direction, and they're nearly upon
them. Nat changes the foremost, one two three four, and has to pause
for breath. The changed aliens allow those behind them to pass, and
then those come on at a run.
"Get us out of here!" Nat cries, "I can't change another just yet..."
Suddenly they're in the empty cabin they looked into earlier. "Let's
sit flush against this wall, so they won't see us as they pass," Zach
whispers.
"I'll need to rest a few minutes before I change any more of them,"
Nat whispers back. "Wouldn't it be safer for us to rest over in the
space station?"
"Yeah, maybe so... but I need to conserve my energy, too. Keep a hold
of my hand; if any of them stick their heads in, we're out of here."
So they sit there a while; Zach keeping his eyes off Nat by keeping
them fixed on the doorway to their left, and Nat keeping her eyes off
Zach; they're sitting as far apart as they can and still keep in
contact.
In spite of the uncomfortably hard floor, Nat falls asleep. Zach
notices when her grip on his hand relaxes. He wonders if he should
jump them out now. But he's more than a little tired himself; that
long jump up from Earth, the jump into vacuum and then into this
ship... He should rest a while, too...
----
Nat is puzzled. These guys look familiar; one of them is the guy she
first used her power on, back in high school, and the others are
annoying bullies she remembers from elementary school and middle
school. But when she uses her power on them they don't turn into
girls, they change into little bright-colored hexapods, like nothing
on Earth... What's going on?
She wakes up, lying in a low hammock in a small room --not the one she
was in before. Zach is nowhere about, and there are no obvious doors,
but she's pretty sure this mirror wall is one-way. The only features
are a couple of small sinks with spigots in the wall, one below a
human's waist height, the other very near the floor --perhaps a
toilet, structured to fit the excretory organs of these aliens?
She's already pretty thirsty, but she doesn't want to try whatever
comes out of the spigots until she's a lot thirstier.
After a while -- she has no way of being sure how long --the mirror
becomes a window into another, larger room; apparently the light has
just been turned on in there.
In there she can see three of the aliens; these are about the same
size and shape as the blue-black ones with red spots, but dark grey
all over. A couple of them are working on a machine of some kind,
sitting in the middle of the floor. The room has its own two sinks,
several instrumentation panels on the far wall, and at least two doors
she can see from here.
Nat thinks about exerting her power on the aliens from here -- she's
pretty sure she could do it through the glass; she's done that to
humans before. But she saves her energy for later, and sits on the
hammock, leaning her back against the wall opposite the window, and
watches the aliens for a while.
After a while she hears a high-pitched noise; after a few seconds she
realizes it sounds like human speech, probably speeded up a bit and
noisy, like a fifth-generation analog copy -- she can't recognize what
it's saying, though, or even whether it's English.
The aliens are looking up from their machine, at her. After a moment
she says, slowly and loudly, "I can't understand."
The aliens go back to work a moment later. Later: the same kind of
thing again, slower and clearer, but still not quite understandable.
After a few cycles of this she realizes that the voice is probably
patched together from words and phrases copied from various recordings
of human speech -- radio and television broadcasts, she guesses.
"Can you understand us now?" it asks jerkily. "Why have you changed
our warriors into drones?"
"Is that it?" Nat asks. "I wasn't sure how my power works on you,
actually. If you let me go and leave our planet alone, I will change
your drones back into warriors."
"This is not possible," the voice says a moment later, after the alien
who seems to be in charge fiddles with the machine some more. "Our
queen must take your planet. But we only need part of it. Not all
humans will be killed. If you help us we will leave your family
alone."
"If I change your drones back into warriors and you keep fighting, it
will just take a little longer for our heroes and armies to fight you
off. You still can't win. I won't help you unless you promise to
leave, -- and put me in contact with some of the Earth authorities so
I can verify you're keeping your promise."
"If you -- promise -- to change those drones back into warriors, we
will give you Earth food. Until then you will get only water. If you
wait until the drones have all expired, you will no longer get water."
Nat, furious, reaches out and changes the alien who seems to be
busiest with the machine: it turns blue-black with red spots. It
pauses only briefly before tapping out another message:
"Thank you. Changing workers into warriors is also acceptable."
Nat turns her back on the window and keeps quiet. The voice speaks
once more a minute later, "If you change your mind, speak."
Nat says nothing, thinking hard. She's made a mistake; apparently
these aliens have more than two sexes. Her power changes warriors into
drones and workers into warriors: could she, in fact change drones
into warriors if she wanted to? Probably by trial and error, anyway;
but she suspects they might go through one or two more sexes before
they get there. Probably the "queen" they referred to is of a fourth
sex, and if they have four sexes, why not five or more? Or maybe she
could learn to exert more conscious control of her power, and change
workers into drones as well. It might be worth trying. She turns
around again, but the wall is a mirror; if there's anybody in the
other room they're keeping the lights down.
After a while her thirst gets the best of her. She goes over to the
sinks, cups one hand under the spigot of the upper sink, presses it to
get a handful of what looks and feels like water, and drinks it:
tastes like water, too. After waiting some time with no obvious ill
effects, she repeats the procedure until she's no longer thirsty, then
lies down again.
Where is Zach? He must have gotten captured at the same time as her.
She should have asked about him when the aliens were talking. But he
probably teleported back to the space station as soon as he woke up
and realized they'd been separated. Probably he would be coming back
and searching this ship for her -- assuming she was still on the same
ship.
After a little while she needs to pee. She walks over to the sinks
again and looks at the lower one. It looks way too narrow to use
without making a mess. She changes back into a guy; more convenient
this way. The lower spigot turns on automatically for a few moments.
After he's done he lies down again, even more tired than before, and
soon falls asleep.
-----
Nat wakes and sleeps, drinks and pees several times. He doesn't think
he's sleeping a full eight hours or staying awake a full sixteen at
any time, but it's impossible to be sure. He spends most of his time
lying in the hammock, conserving his little remaining energy;
sometimes when he gets up to pee he does a little light stretching
exercise, but nothing strenuous. After a couple of wake cycles
thinking about the aliens and how the war against them might be going,
he turns to memory instead, remembering how the prisoner in _The
Stranger_ tried to remember every detail of his everyday life before
prison. He recreates his apartment in memory, every piece of
furniture, painting, movie poster, all the books on each shelf in
their logical order (no arbitrary Dewey Decimal silliness for him,
no). Then more details: each bit of dirty clothing where it was left
hanging on a door or chair or lying on the floor when he last left. He
deduces how the bathrobe Zach was wearing and the clothes he was
wearing must have fallen on the floor when they left. Zach... He
places each dirty dish in the sink, each clean one in the drain...
The patched-together voice speaks again: "Two of those you changed
into drones have died. The others will die soon unless you change
them back."
Being obsessed with remembering the layout of his kitchen, it takes
Nat a moment to process what the voice has just said. Finally it
sinks in. "Sic pereant omnes inimici tui", he says, but not loudly.
"We do not understand. Please speak more clearly."
"I wasn't talking to you," Nat replies, not much louder than before;
he has no energy to speak any louder. He probably wouldn't be able to
change any more of the aliens anyway until they feed him first.
Assuming they can keep their promise and give him "Earth food".
Then an idea occurs to him. "All right, I give in," he says. "Give
me some human food, give me some time to digest it and get my strength
back, and then I'll change your drones."
Almost before he has the last words out, there is a quiet click and a
small door opens in the wall opposite the window, just within reach
from the hammock where Nat is lying. There's a large platter or tray
of some kind in it. Nat reaches into it and pulls out a loaf of
sliced wheat bread, still in its plastic package; an apple; a red bell
pepper; a clove of garlic; a stick of butter (already gone fairly
soft); and a package of Cheetos, presumably all looted from a grocery
store by one of their rover craft.
"Eclectic," he comments, "but this will do for now." He spreads out
the bell pepper and garlic in little bites along with larger bites of
apple and bread and butter, getting melting butter all over his hands
and face and chest in the process. After eating most of the apple and
several slices of bread, he throws up.
"Be patient," he says weakly, "I'll get more of it down next time."
Eventually, after several small meals and another couple of naps, he
answers the importunate voice, saying yes, he's ready.
A moment later the light comes on in the other room, four dark grey
aliens -- workers -- with one blue-black warrior come in, and the
window-wall slides aside. Nat gets up from the hammock.
The warrior -- perhaps the same worker he changed earlier -- is
carrying a machine of some kind on its back; its two middle appendages
are manipulating controls on the machine while it walks with the front
and rear legs. The same kind of patchy voice sounds, this time from
the machine.
"Don't change any of us, or we will kill you," it says. "Come with us
to where the drones are, change them back, and you will be given more
food."
"All right, lead the way." Nat hopes his guess is right; if it isn't,
he will have some extra work to do, and almost certainly get killed.
He'll probably get killed anyway.
Two of the workers walk before Nat, the warrior with the speech
synthesizer and the other two workers behind him. They go down a
curving corridor a few dozen paces, then one of the workers in front
presses one of its middle appendages to a door plate; it slides open,
revealing a shaft with closely spaced ladder rungs.
"Are you strong enough to climb here, or must we carry you?"
"I can climb. Up or down?"
"Outward -- down."
The two workers in front climb in, one above and one below; Nat climbs
in, the one below him climbs further down, and Nat follows. The other
aliens enter the shaft behind him. He estimates they descend four or
five times his own height before exiting at another such door and
walking along another, less tightly curving corridor to another room.
It's a small room, just big enough for one of the workers and Nat.
"What's going on?" he asks.
The warrior fiddles with his synthesizer and makes it say, "We must be
cleaned before going in to where the drones are." Then the door
closes behind Nat and the worker who entered before him, and a shower
sprays down. A few moments later it stops and air even warmer than
usual blows through the room, drying them. Another door opens in the
wall before them, revealing a much larger room beyond; the worker
silently exits into it, and Nat follows. The door closes behind them,
presumably another pair of aliens coming in to be cleaned.
There are more than a dozen hammocks slung in small alcoves here, most
of them occupied by the shorter aliens with the bright striped
patterns -- drones. Their six legs dangle lethargically over the
sides of their hammocks. Several gray workers are moving about the
room, carrying trays of water and probably food or perhaps medicine.
One of them whistles something, and the worker who entered with Nat
whistles something back.
"I'll wait until your translator comes in before I start, if that's
OK," Nat says. He wants to make sure he understands what's happening
when he uses his power on the drones, and his best chance of that is
with the translator present.
The worker stays close to Nat while it continues its whistled
conversation with the nurse-worker. A few moments later the door
behind them opens and the translator comes in.
"We had to clean off the queen-scent," it explains. "It is everywhere
in the rest of the ship. It makes them frantic, and hastens their
deterioriation. Quickly, change them back now."
"I'll do one at a time," Nat says. He walks over to the nearest
occupied hammock, the translator-warrior and the worker who came in
with him following close. Nat makes no special attempt to think of a
warrior, but just exercises his power on the drone in the same way as
usual.
He's expecting and hoping for something different, but the bright
purple skin, the green and sky-blue stripes covering not just the
ends, but the whole body, and the vestigial wings above the middle
pair of appendages are a welcome surprise nonetheless. Hoping this is
a queen, Nat turns, as the translator and the workers start up a
frantic whistling, and exercises his power on this whole row of
drones, then on those on the opposite side of the room. Fourteen
queens in one hive, thirteen of them in one room -- this will make
life interesting, however many seconds of it are left.
The translator is rapidly tapping the buttons on his speech
synthesizer. Fragmentary phrases sound from it: "Change them back!
No--" A long pause, more tapping, while the queen in this nearest
hammock whistles something, most of the workers fall quiet, and
several of the other queens start whistling.
"Change the others back -- leave this one alone," the synthesizer says
after a few seconds of this.
"I'll need to rest a while first, after changing so many of them," Nat
says. He's not sure if this is a lie or not; he does feel pretty
weak. "Did I do something wrong?"
"You changed them all into queens!"
"Sorry about that," Nat says insincerely.
The queens are all whistling now, louder, perhaps trying to shout each
other down, and the workers, both the nurses and those who escorted
Nat down here, seem to be frantically looking around at each of the
queens.
Now this nearest queen is climbing down from her hammock; the
translator's synthesizer says "Come with us, quickly." Nat follows the
translator, the queen and one of the workers into the small shower
room -- it's a tight squeeze. The warrior does something to some
controls on the wall; the cleaning shower stops almost as soon as it's
started, and the outer door opens.
The queen whistles uninterrupted for a minute or two as they
disentangle themselves and exit the shower room. The worker stands in
the outer doorway after the translator, the queen and Nat have entered
the corridor; Nat guesses this prevents the outer door from closing
and the inner one from opening.
When the queen stops talking, the translator taps out another message:
"Come with us. Stay close by the queen. Don't change anyone unless I
tell you to."
"All right."
The translator and the worker whistle at each other softly for a few
moments, then the worker taps out a long series of codes on the keypad
by the door. Then the whole group moves out along the corridor,
leaving the outer door ajar. Nat stays next to the queen, as
instructed, in the middle; the translator-warrior goes in front and
the worker in the rear.
A minute or two later they meet a couple of workers, who whistle
furiously for a moment, being answered briefly by the translator-
warrior and at greater length by the queen. The workers join the
group, one in front and one in the rear. They go on down the
corridor, down a shaft, and up another corridor, being joined by
several more workers and one more warrior in the same way. Then they
reach a storage room. The queen whistles instructions, and all the
workers and both warriors start opening cabinets and collecting things
-- weapons, mostly: long knives, cords, and little gun-like things Nat
thinks might be tasers. The translator hasn't said anything to Nat
since they left the drones' hospital, but now he taps at his device
again and says, "We are going to the old queen's chamber. When we
arrive, I want you to change the queen, and nobody else. If things go
badly, I will say 'Warriors' and you are to change all the old queen's
warriors into drones. Do you understand?"
"Yes. But if there's a lot of fighting going on I might not be able
to tell the old queen's warriors from the new queen's. And if I try
to change many beings at once, I can't easily target a specifc set --
I'll have to change them one by one, or else change every creature
within range."
"That is acceptable. We accept the risk."
So they move out. One the way to the old queen's chamber, they meet
workers by ones and twos, who join them immediately, being given extra
weapons. Later on they start meeting groups of warriors; most of them
get off one or two taser shots, or thrown knives, before apparently
being overcome by the new queen's pheremones and changing sides. Nat
is still next to the queen, near the rear of the column, with one
warrior and two workers behind them as a rear guard; a few of the
workers near the front of the column are injured, but none apparently
killed.
This is repeated several times, and they're moving more slowly. Nat
has no idea how long they've been moving --he's starting to get hungry
and tired again, and is glad the column is slowing down, or he might
not be able to keep up.
Then he hears a human shout behind him, and turns. Zach, standing way
back down the corridor behind them! A moment later Zach is standing
beside Nat, then his hand is on Nat's shoulder, then they're back on
the space station, in a small room with a couple of sleeping bags
attached to opposite walls.
"We have to go back," Nat says.
"No way," Zach rejoins. "I'm about worn out from doing so much
jumping around looking for you, and you look pretty frazzled too."
Nat relents. "Yeah, we need to rest a little. But not too long." He
explains rapidly the highlights of what's happened to him since they
were captured.
"So why do you want to go back?"
"There are twelve queens left locked in that little room, or there
were. I wouldn't be surprised if only one is left alive now. But if
we go back to that room you can teleport the queens out, however many
there are, and make the chaos on the mother ship even worse. Or maybe
I can just change several random workers and warriors as many times as
necessary until they become queens. That would be easier."
"Good plan. But you need to rest first, and so do I. I reckon you
need to eat, too, right?"
Meanwhile Zach has been getting dressed in one of the jumpsuits.
Seeing that they're not going to teleport again soon, Nat gets dressed
too. Zach rummages through a sack attached to one of the walls, and
takes a couple of squeeze-tubes of something nutritious but
unappetizing from it, and a couple of larger bulbs of water.
"If we're going to eat and rest awhile, why not go back down to my
apartment or yours to eat something better?"
"Too tired to jump that far," Zach says curtly. "Been jumping short
distances on the mother ship every two seconds for hours, taking a few
minutes' break over here every hour or so. I'll tell them we're
back." He punches some buttons on a panel in one wall -- an intercom.
While Zach explains their situation to the person on the other end,
Nat starts squeezing some food-like substance into his mouth, and
swallows a few mouthfuls, even while he climbs into one of the
sleeping bags. A couple of minutes later Zach signs off, and gets
into the other sleeping bag, continuing to nibble on the food-paste
from one of the tubes. Nat dozes and wakes a couple of times; waking
again he realizes that Zach has fallen asleep and his squeeze-tube is
drifting in the air currents, toward the door to the shaft... Nat
climbs partly out of his sleeping bag and grabs for it, misses; tries
again, and gets it this time, but loses hold of the sleeping bag. But
the room is small enough that he's in reach of a wall everywhere; he
pushes back to the sleeping bag, climbs in, and is soon sound asleep.
-----
Nat wakes up gradually, and notices that Zach is still asleep. He
climbs out of the sleeping bag, drifts across the room, and shakes
Zach gently. In a minute or so Zach wakes up, and blearily asks
what's going on.
"Remember, we need to go back? Are you strong enough yet?"
Zach mumbles something that sounds like "Coffee."
Nat isn't sure that hot coffee in free fall is a good idea or even
possible. He exits the room and carefully works from one handhold to
the next down the shaft, soon meeting one of the astronauts. The
nametag sewn on her jumpsuit says "V. Czerneda".
"You're Nat?" she asks.
"Yes," he says. "I'll explain later about..."
"Zach explained it to us earlier -- before you came up here. And he
told us about what you did on the mother ship -- that was sharp work,
and brave too." Nat smiles back, uncomfortably.
"I think we can stir up some more chaos over there if we can wake Zach
up," he says. "He wants some caffeine."
"Just a minute," she says, turning and pushing off down the shaft.
Nat waits; she returns a minute later with a packet of caffeine pills
and a couple of water bulbs.
"Thanks," he says, and returns slowly to the room where Zach has
fallen asleep again. Czerneda follows.
"Wake up," Nat says, shaking Zach again. "Here's your dehydrated
coffee, and something to hydrate it with." Czerneda watches for a
moment, and asks "Do you need anything else? There are more food-tubes
in the sack there, aren't there?"
Nat checks. "Yes, there's plenty. -- Hey, what all has been happening
while we were asleep? And what day is it?"
"Most of the ships on Earth took off and have returned or are
returning to the mother ship, but the mother ship is still in the same
orbit. It's Saturday, the fourteenth, ten-thirty GMT."
Nat was captive for about three days, then.
"That's goood. Maybe we started a civil war over there, and both sides
are calling for their friends...?"
"It seems likely. -- Well, I have work to do. Let me know if you need
anything. Use the intercom there," she says. She pushes off down the
shaft, out of sight.
A few minutes later Zach is wide awake. Nat repeats to him what
Czerneda had said while Zach was still mostly asleep.
"So there's no real urgency, then, right?"
"No, I figure if we wait and let one side win, then it will be harder
to start something new. If we go in while they're still fighting, and
create some new queens with their own factions, that will at least
prolong the fighting and weaken them, and increase the chances that
the final winner will run away rather than fight Earth with their
reduced strength."
There are a lot of unspoken assumptions here, but Zach is starting to
feel the caffeine, and he doesn't question them.
"All right," he says. "Let me eat a little more and we'll go."
So they each finish off another tube of food substitute and wash it
down with a bulb of something probably descended from Tang. Between
bites, Nat gives Zach the best description he can of the infirmary
where the drones-become-queens had been imprisoned. Then Zach takes
Nat's hand and a moment later they're standing in the middle of that
room.
Nat's eyes sting and tear up, and he closes them a moment before Zach
teleports them out into a corridor; but not before he sees several
queens and workers lying on the floor, not moving, not breathing.
He hears a soft whoosh beside him, and then Zach says, "Blow it all
out!" But he's already emptying his lungs as hard as he can to get
out whatever poison one of the queens has flooded the infirmary with.
After they catch their breath, they pick a direction and walk down the
corridor. They meet a squad of workers. Before the workers can react,
Nat picks one and changes it, warrior-drone-queen; then squeezes
Zach's hand and says "Go!" They go: somewhere in another corridor.
Nobody in sight, but they hear whistling, and turn around: three
warriors and a worker, the former with edged weapons in their hands.
Nat changes one of them -- drone, then queen -- but even as he's
working on this, the other two warriors rush forward, and Zach gets
them out just in time.
Here they're behind the lines of a pitched battle; warriors hacking at
each other, with other warriors queued up behind them, in another
narrow corridor. Nat changes one of the warriors nearest them, then
Zach jumps them to the other side of the battle, and Nat changes
another warrior there.
Six more jumps, five more queens, four last-moment escapes from
onrushing warriors. Then Zach jumps them into a small cabin that's
currently unoccupied, except for them.
"Tired," he says, flopping down into one of the hammocks. "Rest a
minute, we'll go after some more of them."
"That's probably enough," Nat replies. "We can go back to the space
station and watch for a while."
"OK. Need to rest first, though."
"I think we should go back now -- if you fall asleep while we're
resting, then..."
"Good point. OK..." he extends his hand to Nat, without getting up
from the hammock. Nat takes his hand again, and...
...; the air rushes out of his lungs, and the insides of his
mouth and nostrils are prickling. Nat tightens his grip on Zach's
hand. They're in sight of the space station, much closer to it than
to the alien ship.
Nat expects Zach to try again to jump them into the station. But
seconds pass and nothing happens. He realizes that Zach has passed
out. He reaches awkwardly with his free left hand to take Zach's
other hand, and shakes him; no result. Ice crystals that have formed
from the sweat in his armpits and crotch crack soundlessly.
He continues to shake Zach. His vision is getting blurry -- frost
forming on his eyes, probably. He closes them. The pain in his mouth
and throat and nostrils gets worse and worse for the first few
seconds, then levels off. He has to try something else.
A couple of seconds later Zach jumps them, not into the space station,
but into the emergency room at Grady --about two feet off the floor.
Then she passes out again. They fall to the floor; for a few moments
before he passes out too, Nat estimates he's at least sprained both
ankles, if not broken something outright. He's more worried about
Zach, who was more or less horizontal to the floor and fell on her
tailbone. But there's too much ice in his throat for him to explain
their condition to the emergency room staff.
----
The first few times Nat wakes up, there's something blocking his
throat. He hurts all over, and is grateful when exhaustion, sedation
or some combination of the two put him out again.
The next time he wakes, his throat is clear and he can talk. He uses
this marvelous new ability to, first, ask for water; then, for more
pain medicine; and finally, for news of the invasion. A nurse -- he
seems to be in ICU this time -- responds quickly enough to the first
couple of requests, but he falls asleep again before he hears any
news.
The next time he wakes up, he finds his brother sitting next to him.
"Will," he says, his voice rasping. "Thanks for coming."
"I tried to come when you were in last week, but with the invasion and
all, the traffic was insane; the State Patrol had turned I-75
northbound into southbound lanes for refugees from Atlanta and I
couldn't get here before you were discharged."
"What's going on now?"
"Well, three days ago all the aliens on the ground took off and went
back to their mother ship. And they've been there ever since, still
in the same orbit. I can guess you know more about that than I do;
nobody's told me anything that hasn't been on the news."
"Zach and I -- teleported into the mother ship," Nat replies. His
throat is still sore and he can't get out a whole sentence without
pausing. "Long story. Eleven queens in one hive. Civil war."
Will is silent for several seconds, figuring this out. He's known Nat
for as long as he can remember, and has a lot of practice.
"Cool," he says, finally. "So your power does work on aliens. You
figure whichever queen comes out on top will have lost too many
soldiers in the civil war to attack Earth again?"
"Hope so. More later. Throat hurts."
Nat rest