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THE REBEL UNIVERSE III: THE RETURN OF CYRANO SMITH
© 2008, 2015 by Anthony Durrant
"The Constitution has docked, Commander!" the pretty young science
officer told Elizabeth Rogge, the new commander of the space station Deep
Space Seven, and she calmly replied:
"Let them in, Ms. Burton!"
"Aye, Commander!" the young woman said.
With the flick of a switch, she opened the airlock, and Captain Trent
Herbert, the Constitution's commanding officer stepped through it into
Deep Space Seven's control room.
"Good to see you again, old friend!" the commander said, embracing
Captain Herbert warmly. "I take it you've been keeping well?"
"Very well indeed, you old son of a sea dog!" Captain Herbert told
Commander Rogge as he slapped her on the back. Commander Rogge then
turned to her first officer and told him:
"Commander Brunton, you take the conn. I'm going to show my old friend
around this station, starting with the promenade deck."
***
"Is it really true you were the person who bullied John Kirk when he was
at the Academy?" Captain Herbert asked Commander Rogge as they walked
onto the promenade deck of Deep Space Seven.
"Indeed I was!" the Commander told him. "But just before he graduated
from the academy with honours, he made me promise to reform, and I have
kept that promise!"
"And yet he commands the Endeavour," the Captain said with a smile,
"while you are trapped here in this galactic backwater."
"Ah, well, nobody's perfect!" Rogge told Herbert. "A child's dreams of
starship command can fade over time like the fantasy it most often is for
most of the cadets."
As they walked through the promenade deck, one of the stalls caught
Captain Herbert's eye. It read:
"Do people laugh at you and hurt you because they think you are ugly
inside? Are you ashamed of your physical appearance? You won't be hated
and reviled after you undergo the Minotaurian Beautification Treatment, I
promise you! You will look and feel better, and all of you will be cured
of your deformities!"
"Who in their right mind would be foolish enough to write such a spiel?"
Herbert asked Rogge.
"I wrote it!" said a slender red-haired man who came forward with a smile
on his face. "Commander, I am Cyrano Smith."
"The man who brought the trobbles to Space Station K-8 and had to spend
the next eighteen years cleaning them up?" Rogge asked the man. "Cyrano
Smith was an overweight man who loved good food."
"And I still do love to eat good food!" the man said. "The only
difference is that I have now undergone the Minotaurian Beautification
Process, and am taller, handsomer and much stronger physically!"
When Captain Herbert heard this, he took one look at Commander Rogge and
both laughed their heads off.
"Nobody can change another person's appearance without surgery!" the
Commander laughed, and then she and Captain Herbert walked across the
promenade to the turbolift at the back.
"is it true that you have a procedure that can make me beautiful?" asked
an ugly female cadet as she came up to the booth and read the sign on the
front.
"Indeed I can, dear lady!" said Cyrano proudly. "Why, I myself was
nothing but a fat blob until I went to Minotauria after my stay at Space
Station K-8 and underwent the process myself, after which I bought the
rights to the process from the Minotaurians so I could use it to help
other people!"
"I've always wanted to be beautiful," the young woman said, "but I am so
ugly! People always stared at me because of my plain appearance, and I
was so upset. Can your process truly make me beautiful?"
He led the young cadet into a tent near the booth and had her get into a
machine that had two pods, one at the front and one at the back; she was
in the pod at the back. Cyrano activated the machine, and she vanished
in a shower of crimson sparkles. The machine spun around, and then a
beautiful woman appeared in the second booth in a flash of crimson light.
She reached up with her two hands and felt her face nervously.
"Is - is this really me?" the woman asked Cyrano, and he calmly told her:
"It is indeed, dear lady! The process works in a manner similar to a
Federation transporter beam: your particles were passed through what I
like to call a 'sieve' - this big machine here - and reconstituted on the
other side after having been treated molecule by molecule on the way
through it."
"I can't wait to show off the new me!" the woman cried as she kissed
Cyrano on the cheek, then ran off to the Constitution to show off her new
figure, not even saying goodbye to him.
***
"Yes, I've heard of the Minotaurian beautification process," said Captain
Herbert to Ensign Palmer, the girl in question, as she sat on a pallet in
the Constitution's sickbay, where Dr. Daakar was examining her, "but I
didn't realize Cyrano Smith brought it here from their clinic on
Minotauria!"
"He went there after learning he was showing signs of developing adult-
onset diabetes!" Commander Rogge admitted. "Then he returned here
afterward!"
"You sure got stuck with it!" said Captain Herbert in a much softer
voice.
"Yeah, I guess I did!" said Rogge.
"It appears," Dr. Daakar said dryly, "that you're precisely who you say
you are - your current scan matches your earlier one."
"You're dismissed, Ensign Palmer!" Herbert said.
"Thank you, sir!" she said, then left.
***
Later, Captain Herbert was relaxing on the promenade at a small
cafeteria, and spotted Cyrano's tent not far away. He went up to Cyrano
and asked, "Could you please make me young again?"
"Certainly, sir!" Cyrano said. "Step this way."
He led the Captain to his machine, then flipped the switch once the
Captain was safely in the first pod. Upon emerging from the second pod,
the Captain found himself in a much younger body, and when he saw his
reflection, he gasped.
"You've made me a teenager again!" he cried. "Tell me how you did it!"
"When your molecular pattern is sent through my machine, the computer
controlling it deletes all imperfections - as it has also done to me!"
Cyrano said as he shook the Captain's hand firmly then watched him walk
slowly away.
***
"I can't believe it's really you, Trent!" the Commander exclaimed. "That
Minotaurian Beautification Process really works wonders."
"Yeah, it certainly does!" Midway said.
Cyrano watched them talk for a few more minutes and then simply walked
away. He returned to his tent, where he put his hand on his machine.
"I'm glad I purchased you from a fellow on the planet Minotauria!" he
told it proudly. "We'll be making the ugly people of the galaxy - the
rejects and exiles - happy and beautiful!"
He kissed the machine affectionately.
"We're going to make all of the galaxy's deformed people beautiful!"
***
Meanwhile, Ensign Palmer was relaxing in her quarters, listening to music
piped in by the ship's computer. She couldn't understand why the fruit
she was eating was making her physically ill.
"I can't understand why this is happening to me!" she cried as she tore
into the chicken legs that were also in the bowl. "I was a vegetarian,
but now I crave only meat! It's as if I've become a different species!"
"And that may be what's happening to me, too!" Captain Herbert said as he
entered her quarters. "I am a Titan, with the blood of the Nebulan
Titans surging through my veins, and yet even I cannot understand why I
have this craving for fresh meat now that I've undergone the Process."
She turned and looked at the Captain, who was now physically in his
teens, and smiled at him gently.
"If you're a Titan," she said, "you'd never age."
"I haven't aged since I became a Titan!" he replied. "Here in the Great
Sphere, where the rebel starships are contained, we must do anything and
everything possible to even survive. And yet - and yet I was feeling so
- so old!"
His great frame shuddered with unexpected sadness as a tear ran down his
cheek and landed on the deck. Ensign palmer threw herself into his arms
and wailed piteously.
***
Meanwhile, Cyrano Smith was selling the Minotaurian Beautification
Treatment for all he was worth, and lots of people were buying. They'd
emerged years younger than when they'd entered his pods, and many of them
were exceedingly happy. Even he was impressed by his rate of success
with his clients. Indeed, he was so pleased that the next day he
advertised his process on the Promenade by bringing together several of
his success stories for a meeting with the station crew.
"As you can see," he told them, "my Minotaurian Beautification process is
an uproarious success. Give me your deformed, your sickly, your frail
and your aged, and I can make them even better looking than when they
were young. All of these people were cured through the Minotaurian
Beautification Process, and each of them is now a physical wonder!"
"Having been a Fey and a Titan for many years," Commander Rogge replied,
"I do not age and consequently feel no real need for the Minotaurian
Beautification Process, Mr. Smith. However, I am sure my fellow
crewmates will be interested!"
Cyrano's female assistant then rolled a tray full of meat onto the
Promenade deck from a turbolift.
"As you can plainly see, folks," she said, "I too have undergone the
Minotaurian Beautification Process. The only side effect I've noticed
so far is a craving for meat, especially raw meat, that I can't explain!"
"MEAT!" someone shouted, and the people who'd come together for Cyrano
leaped from their chairs and stampeded the trolley on which the tray sat.
"STOP THEM!" Rogge shouted as she leaped forward, firing her repulsor
pistol as a warning shot.
"We have them, Commander!" Rogge's first officer, Lieutenant Miranda,
shouted after the subjects were caught. As for Cyrano Smith, he'd been
watching with horrified fascination as his subjects had mobbed the
trolley.
"What the Devil's going on here, Commander?" he cried.
"Haven't you noticed it?" Rogge asked him.
"Noticed what?" Cyrano asked her, and she replied:
"Noticed this craving for meat!"
"Not since about two weeks after my own treatment!" he replied. "That's
when the craving finally wore off."
"Well," she replied, "you should be experiencing it again in another two
weeks' time, because the Minotaurian feeding process is really quite
regular."
"The MInotaurian what?" Cyrano asked her.
"The Minotaurian feeding process, Mr. Smith, is what your clients are all
going through, thanks to you, because your device rebuilt their bodies
based on Minotaurian physiology. Their craving for meat should persist
for two weeks and then finally subside for about a month. Then it will
all begin again. I'm sure Ensign Palmer will be willing to have herself
bodyscanned to confirm this, but I'm sure we'll find she's now more
Minotaurian than human!"
***
When Dr. Daakar scanned the Ensign, she confirmed Rogge's and Herbert's
worst fears: the Process had altered her body, making it more like a
Minotaurian's than a human's. She was stunned when Dr. Daakar informed
her quietly:
"Ms. Palmer, Mr. Smith's Minotaurian Beautification Process has altered
your body completely and forever. You'll have to cope with that craving
for meat for the coming two weeks. After that, things should settle down
temporarily, but I'm afraid you must cope with that craving every month
for the rest of your life!"
She pointed up to the monitor screen, but Palmer could see nothing more
than a blur.
"Something's wrong!" she said to herself. "If that's a blur, then I must
be dreaming somehow!"
She pinched herself on the cheek, and sure enough, she woke up in the
Constitution's cargo bay, where Minotaurian warriors had captured the
crew and hooked them all up to some sort of dream machine. All 80 Titans
were asleep and dreaming - except her. Feeling the Nebulan ichor surging
through her veins, Palmer broke free of her cot and snapped the neck of
the Minotaurian guarding her. She then ran from the cargo bay into the
nearby turbolift before any of the Minotaurians noticed she was gone!
"I've got to get to the bridge!" she cried, and the turbolift promptly
took her there.
Hurrying from the lift as soon as the doors slid open, she found the
bridge empty. Looking around the bridge, Palmer asked, "Kloota, can you
hear me?"
"I can hear you loud and clear, Ms. Palmer!" Kloota replied. "Those
Minotaurians have invaded the Constitution and are trying to drain the
crew of their knowledge for some reason known only to them. They've
linked them all up to some sort of dream machine!"
Looking around at the various consoles, Palmer asked, "What would you
like me to do first?"
"Look at the helm console!" Kloota cried.
Palmer did just that - and found that she was looking at a reading of the
vessel's location. The Constitution was orbiting the planet Minotauria,
having come to that system to use the repair drone dock there after a
skirmish with a rebel starship they'd been forced to destroy.
"Now I know I'm not dreaming anymore!" she cried.
"Good for you!" said Kloota. "Now, touch the lever on the helmsman's
side of the console!"
She did - and watched as the vessel warped from the Minotauria System in
slipstream mode. The blind jump had created a discontinuum that would
take them elsewhere. A few minutes later, the face of a female
Minotaurian appeared on the screen. The Minotaurian cried:
"What have you done, you silly human - and how did you escape from
imprisonment in the Dreamworld?"
"Activated the Constitution's slipstream drive, of course!" Palmer
replied. "When I couldn't see the data on Dr. Daakar's console, I knew I
was dreaming!"
The Minotaurian let out a curse and vanished from the screen. Palmer
then ran from the bridge because she knew the Minotaurians knew where she
was. She thought:
"They must be on the auxiliary bridge!"
Having reentered the turbolift, Palmer rode down to Main Engineering and
found a squad of Minotaurians there.
"We must have been forced into slipstream mode!" the squad leader said to
her subordinates. "But, how?"
None of them were aware of Palmer's presence, and so she was able to
sneak past them unaided. Upon reaching the Constitution's main vehicle
bay, Palmer found several crimson Minotaurian vessels there. Unwilling
to jettison the vessels, Palmer instead walked over to them and broke off
the engines from all three of the small ships.
"Now the Minotaurians will be trapped aboard!" she cried.
She then hurried out of the vehicle bay and filed into the turbolift
there, which she took all the way up to the sickbay, which she also found
empty. There were no signs of a Minotaurian presence in the immediate
area. The turbolift doors hissed open behind her, and a male MInotaurian
warrior entered the sickbay and attacked her. She slammed her elbow into
his stomach and then hurled him over her head into a wall, then searched
him and found a card of some sort in a pouch on his belt. Rushing into
the turbolift, Palmer went up to the officer's lounge, where she found
several Minotaurians relaxing or having supper. Nobody seemed upset that
they'd left their homeworld.
"Gautama, our Supreme Commander, will have us back in our home system
once she recaptures the Titan girl!" a woman commented.
"Can she actualy capture the girl?" her male partner asked her, and she
nodded.
Palmer tried sneaking past the Minotaurians and was almost to the
turbolift when she was tripped by the woman and fell over. The male
Minotaurian immediately contacted Gautama, and the two of them captured
her, manacled her, and brought her into the turbolift. They then rode
down in that lift, and soon were back in the Constitution's main cargo
bay. Her captors took her to meet the Minotaurian leader Gautama, who
shouted:
"So you thought you could escape our grasp, did you, Titan girl? Well,
you are now going to return us from this location to the Minotaurian
system!"
Palmer's Minotaurian captives took her up to the main bridge on the
turbolift, where they pushed the girl toward the helm, and she quickly
checked the console's readouts and told them:
"It appears we're in a new solar system, but still in the Great Sphere."
The screen showed that the Constitution was in a system with a large
central star surrounded by three planets. Palmer then informed the
Minotaurians quite succinctly:
"It was a blind jump - I don't know where we are!"
"Then," Gautama said, "we must find out where we are!"
And so Ensign Palmer was sent down to the planet's surface in a
shuttlecraft. As soon as she had landed the shuttlecraft on the planet's
surface, she put on a survival suit and headed out into the desert area
where she had landed. There, she spotted a black pyramid with a flat
surface and no obvious way to get in or out. Using a repulsor pistol,
Palmer cut a door in the pyramid's side and went in. The first thing she
saw when she'd gotten inside the pyramid was an empty treasure chamber
with a flight of stairs that led upward. Climbing the stairs, Palmer
found herself in another chamber with a huge sarcophagus made of black
basalt as its centrepiece.
"What could be in there?" she wondered.
She then forced the lid of the sarcophagus open and hurled it away into
the darkness. Inside it was the body of an ancient Nebulan Titan. In
the Titan's hands, which were folded across her chest, was a long metal
tube that Palmer grabbed eagerly. Returning to the shuttlecraft, she
went back to the Constitution. As soon as she hit the Constitution,
Palmer entered the vehicle bay and doffed her survival suit, then
reentered the main cargo hold.
"Now, I'll stop you for good!" she cried, then aimed the tube at the
central mechanism of the Minotaurian dream machine. Punching the stud
located at the base of the tube, Palmer watched as a beam of light
emerged from it and struck the machine itself, detonating its fuel
source. This in turn caused the other Titans, including Rogge and Cyrano
Smith, to rouse from their slumber and break free.
"Don't let them get away!" Captain Herbert cried.
Rogge and Smith chased after the Minotaurians and grabbed them, as did
several other Titans. They were then taken to a cargo hold and locked
inside it. Now that the crew had regained control of the Constitution,
they could begin the return journey to Minotauria itself.
***
It took three days, but eventually the Constitution returned to
Minotauria, where they took their captives down into the atmosphere of
their home planet on a shuttlecraft. Captain Herbert had informed
Minotaurian Central Control of the attempted takeover of his ship, and
the Minotaurian Queen herself came out to greet them.
"I see those of your race have the quality of mercy!" she said as the
Titans unloaded their prisoners.
"Yes," said the Captain, "we do. Those who stole aboard our vessel have
remained unharmed except a man who was killed by Ensign Palmer here in
self-defence after she broke free of the Dream Machine's control!"
"For that, we thank you!" the Queen replied. "Gautama is my little
sister, and it would have gone ill for you if she had been killed on your
vessel. Gautama will now be punished for her crime accordingly!"
"What crime?" Rogge asked calmly.
"My sister had turned pirate and was raiding this system for treasure.
But, enough of that, Captain, Commander. Your actions on behalf of our
people are worthy of a celebration!"
***
And what a celebration it was! Captain Herbert and I had jointly
commended Ensign Darla Palmer in recognition of her uncommon courage in
foiling the Minotaurian pirates' attempted seizure of the Constitution,
and so she was the guest of honour at the party. The Minotaurian queen
served up a wonderful feast for us, and pretty soon we were all eating
and chatting cheerfully.
"Gautama and her people now occupy the dungeon, where they will remain
for a long time to come!" the queen commented.
"Amen to that!" I cried joyfully, and she replied:
"Maybe you should be thanking your goddess Cayuga for your safe
deliverance so far from the danger I realize you must be facing every
day!"
"It's a dangerous life we're proud to live," Captain Herbert replied,
"for we know we can't go back to Earth because we cannot escape the Great
Sphere now that it's become a solid barrier!"
***
The next day, Lieutenant Junior Grade Darla Palmer returned to her post
as Deputy Chief Engineer of the Constitution, with a brand new medal for
courage under fire. As she seated herself at her console, she smiled
happily and looked at her reflection in the wall of the alien power
generator that allowed the ancient vessel to slipstream.
"I look just the same as I always do now that I've become a Titan!" she
thought to herself. "I know that none of us will ever see our families
again, but not even that diminishes the hope that we'll be able to build
a new life collectively for ourselves out here on the wild frontier,
aboard the H.M.S. Constitution!"
Chief Engineer Khymeera came up to her and said, "As for me, I can't help
but wonder if the rebel uprising will ever cease, it's been going on for
so long. Every day it seems as if we run across a new rebel starship,
and their joining forces with the exiled Fey warrior caste makes them
even more dangerous still. No matter how many starships the rebels build
or capture, we will always make sure we do the Constitution proud,
because she always done us proud - and I am proud to be serving aboard
her!"
"As are we all!" Palmer said proudly as she watched the other engineers
do their assigned tasks even as she herself performed hers. She knew now
that beauty comes from the heart and not the face.
"How are you feeling, Ms. Palmer?" Khymeera asked.
"BEAUTIFUL!" she replied joyfully.
THE END
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