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The Search for Galaxia, part 3
By: Malissa Madison
Wraith, Terror and Grief were now on a separate path. Star Explorer was
now racing toward the farthest Portal on Lush. Commander Gore had just
realized, this wasn't an Interchange planet, neither was Iridani Five. But
this planet like Iridani had five Portals as well as indigenous life.
Multiple Interchange planets didn't have any indigenous life forms.
Then she thought about the other contradiction, Earth. Until recently it
had only had one Portal. But the second hadn't been set at a polar region.
"Lolly, Dovey how many of this planets Portals are at the poles?"
"Uhh, none of them, why?" asked Lolly.
"And Iridani?" she asked.
"None of those either," confirmed Dovey. "They don't fit the pattern."
"Exactly, but what do the two planets have in common?"
"Ancient's" "First Beings"
She pulled up the Iridani system, none of those planets had a portal
located at a polar region.
"Commander Winterbourne, may I see you a minute?" she requested.
They spent five minutes explaining everything they had discovered.
The Loki were here on Lush. The Drider's were scattered through the
Iridani system guarding the home world. What was so special about this
world?
"Slow down, we need to slow down and start scanning the area," said
Sylvia. As much as she hated to, she had to admit this was too big to
ignore. None of the planets they'd passed through since Syracuse II with
the exception of Ice, had a polar Portal.
"Commander Yorre, I have a strange trace reading here," reported Commander
Merkuri.
Tyrell looked over her shoulder, "Those are Bio-Ship traces. Almost as
strong as we get whenever," he paused. "Commander Gore, look at the cold
fusion T-3 scale. Do those look familiar to you?"
"Where are those readings coming from?" requested Sylvia.
The holo map was brought up and the location was pinpointed.
Her guardians barely had time to react and follow as she jumped.
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Golan turned seeing the three new arrivals, turning now he spread his arms
in a peaceful gesture to halt.
"Let them come Golan, they mean us no harm," said the weak voice of Jenna.
The jungle had grown up over and around her where she sat grounded. Unable
to fly her only visitors were the Loki who tended her by day, and her
mother who stopped periodically to check on her.
"J, Jenna is that really you?"
"Yes Regent, it is I,"
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As Wraith followed by Terror and Grief emerged on the Terminal planet Far
Reach, the scanners came to life with the black box signals from Shackle
and Fearless. Now every trooper was on edge waiting to see the two
transports as they disappeared into the haze before emerging in the
underground terminal itself.
When they stopped in the open bay that contained the two Transports Lorrna
pulled an air sample.
"It's breathable Ma'am," reported the Medical officer.
"Leave your weapons here," she ordered. "Let's go see if we can find out
what happened to them."
She led the teams as they boarded and scoured the remains. It was a
thousand times worse than Leopard had been, she couldn't see how anyone
could have survived this attack, especially if it had taken place on the
freeway.
A small bug rolled to a stop and a message scrolled across her PDA.
"Do you wish to take possession of the remains as well as the survivors?"
"Survivors? Yes, yes and the remains." "Tarra, Troika we have survivors."
It sounded almost like a dream.
"They have been kept in stasis while they were repaired," reported the
Bug.
As they were beginning to assess the conditions of the survivors, Lorrna
asked if she could establish long range communications with IGP Command.
"Go ahead Commander Shaye," said the Supreme Commander.
"We have reached the remains of Shackle and Fearless. Both transports are
beyond repair and not able to be returned home. We are making detailed
recordings of everything before we turn them over for recycling. The few
survivors are being returned aboard Terror."
"Say again about the survivors?"
"They were near death Sir, the bugs used Stasis chambers to maintain life
support while they began a slow process of healing, but the bugs aren't as
experienced with flesh and blood beings as they are mechanical. But I
don't want to wake any until they are at a hospital facility equipped to
handle such long periods of Stasis," she reported. In all there were nine
survivors. "And we are going to need someone prepared to explain the
changes they've undergone."
"Changes? What kinds of changes?"
"They have a few Biomechanical parts now," stated Lorrna. She was making
this short report in person while sending her detailed report of their
findings in the form of a Communications chip with Terror who was
returning with the Stasis Chambers.
The bugs had assured her they would escort the Transport directly to the
IGP Command on Omega Seven.
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Sitting with Jenna now Sylvia gently asked the questions she was anxious
to have answered.
Without a flesh and blood bond mate there was no way for her to regenerate
her lost parts. And without the portions that scooped and converted astral
dust and debris into fuel she could not power her engines. She'd barely
made it here before her fuel ran out leaving her with only solar power
generators.
"But you have the same armrest bonding plate as the rest?" stated Sylvia
in confusion.
"Pardon me Regent, none of my kind have an appendage appropriate to
activate the feeding plate," Golan said as a matter of fact.
"Would you let me feed you?" offered Sylvia.
"I am sorry but my mother will need you. The two of you have already been
matched." Stated Jenna
"Then one of my crews?" she quickly offered fully aware that Jenna had
been scanning everyone and everything aboard all four Transports. She was
aware now that Hub and the rest of her family were now racing across the
stars to greet her.
"Perhaps when this one," a holo image of Commander Rona Trill appeared,
"Has had time to recover from her ordeal she might come to me here."
There were gasps of surprise from everyone present. But further discussion
was interrupted by the arrival of Hub and the Council of first Beings.
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As the Bio Ships gathered around Jenna, Sylvia retreated to Star Explorer.
"Lolly, raise Terrellia Four please. I need to speak with Commander Trill
urgently."
Rona was still undergoing the lengthy debriefing process, following her
physical and psychological evaluation. But her debriefing was more her
detailed account of the events, so she was surprised to see a young Junior
Commander enter with a message that he handed to the ranking
investigations officer.
"Commander Trill, you have a private message from Commander Winterbourne
who is still on the planet Lush," he said as he and the rest left the
room.
Opening her new communications unit she said, "Commander, what can I help
you with?"
"Rona, please call me Sylvia."
"Ok, Sylvia how may I help you?"
"The former First Ship Jenna has requested your presence at your earliest
convenience," smiled Sylvia.
"Jenna? I thought she was destroyed in the opening stages of the war,"
began Rona now.
"So did we all," there was something that looked like a plea in Sylvia's
eyes. "She needs something that she believes only you can give her. She
has chosen you as for a companion if you will have her."
"Wh, when do I need to be there? How soon?" she was looking around at all
the reports and everything that was being requested pertaining to her
actions and those of Commander Shore. Details of how the contact was
initiated with the Loki, etc.
Sylvia could see the haggard look in her eyes. "Would you like to come
now?"
"But the reports?"
"Can be finished by others," said Sylvia as she and her two guardians
appeared in the room. "Trust me, this is more important than anything save
for motherhood."
An hour later when the investigating officers returned to the room they
found it empty, a short note from Commander Trill stated that she had been
called away to return to Lush on Urgent Business.
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Rona had no one special in her life, sure she'd had short flings but
nothing ever seemed right. It wasn't the sex, she had no complaints there,
it was something else. Some bigger commitment that she could never explain
to anyone. The closest she'd ever felt to finding it was when she was on
Lush.
She was struggling with her feelings of loss. That had been the real
reason behind the investigation, she knew that. It had nothing to do with
her actions, or her orders leading up to and during her six years trapped
on Lush.
Now, standing beside the roadway closest to Jenna, she was overcome with a
feeling of need. She was going alone to meet the Bio Ship for the first
time.
Half way there the Loki Golan met her. And though she didn't need his
guidance to take her there still he accompanied her to the small clearing
where Jenna had come to rest.
She felt the chilled evening air, yet sight of this ship warmed her heart.
She was drawn forward by some yearning stronger than she had ever felt.
Much stronger than the feeling that had compelled her to follow Midnight
Runs beacons.
She'd been setting between the debriefing sessions, thinking that she'd
never been more, calm than she had after reaching Lush. And still there
was something there that caused her to wander farther and farther along
the freeway each day.
Reaching out now toward the ship she felt that same pull once again. "It
was you, you were calling to me," she gasped as her hand touched the
surface and it opened.
"Will you feed me that which only you can provide? Stay with me, as we
traverse the universes together. The wonders we can see together," Jenna
trailed off.
Rona had been wandering forward, "Yes tell me how."
A door slid slowly aside, opening onto the bridge. Slowly a chair appeared
out of the floor.
"Please, take a seat." She sat down in the chair feeling it conforming to
her body.
Then a flat plate in the left arm rest began to slide back, slowly
revealing what looked like a handprint scanner.
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Reaching out I let my hand rest atop the silhouette of a Terrellian Hand
print, spreading my fingers to fill it out properly. My hand, my whole arm
tingled and then there was a tiny sting.
I was seeing every important memory she held, and knew that she was seeing
my own much shorter life history. Slowly I began to get drowsy, the
tingling stopped.
"Rona, are you alright? I didn't take too much did I?" she was worried
about me and I realized I was drowsy from blood loss. "I'm sorry, I've
never had a Bonded Companion before," she began. "Golan will bring you
food. But you should rest, while I greet my family."
Already Jenna could feel the changes beginning. The blood of a Bondmate
Companion was beginning to jolt new life into her rejuvenation systems.
Systems that had been crippled when she was attacked. Only the
intervention of Golan and his group had saved her. Cylon's followers
weren't as numerous aboard her as they were the others who had been
completely lost.
She knew it would be weeks before she had rejuvenated enough to begin
flitting about the planet. But it was once she was able to fly again that
her recovery would truly speed up. Of course her nieces would help before
then. All of hubs daughters were still small enough to land on the surface
and transfer parts of their living selves to help speed her recovery now
that she had a chosen Bondmate Companion.
Now with Hub's help Jenna tried calling to their mother, patience was
something she had learned long ago. It was her patience that had seen her
chosen to become the First Ship when her mother had herself retired.
It might be months before they got a reply if any. But she was sure that
her patience would pay off.
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Rona was busy helping clean the passageways and hadn't heard anyone else
approaching. Most of Jenna resembled a stripped down skeleton of a ship.
"Rona, Rona Trill?" asked a voice just beyond the bare bones of the ship.
Looking up she saw a human girl. "Yes, that's me," she answered.
"I'm Calista. Unicorn is my ship," she gestured to where Unicorn was just
now moving to join her sisters in making physical contact with Jenna,
Falcon hovered nearby.
Every place where a ship was touching her was now beginning to grow a new
living hull. It was slow, but it was growing again, faster now that so
many of her nieces and sisters had come to help.
"Hi, I'm Allie," a very young feline girl hurried forward to hug her.
"Allie, you are supposed to ask permission before boarding another ship,
remember?" prompted Calista.
"Oh, Sorry Mommy. Miss Rona, can I come aboard and meet Jenna? Mommy says
she's been lonely."
Now smiling Rona decided it was time to take a short break from her tasks.
"Of course you may. Welcome Calista."
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Seven Quadrants away Galaxia was watching as Wraith and Grief approached
the Builder Terminal on Pretense Four. She knew already what they would
find. It had been she who had directed the Builders to Razors Edge.
She just happened to be passing through eleven years ago when Razors Edge
was hurled out of the void at the end of a rogue Wormhole created when
some unknown Fusion ship passed too close to the one they were on.
She knew why she'd done it, it was actually the first time she'd
intervened in the universes. She just couldn't stand to see so many lives
lost in such a senseless way.
The Transport itself was dead, all that remained operational were the life
support systems powered by the solar panels. The Builders had taken them
to Pretense where they were left on the surface to fend for themselves.
Over the course of the last decade, they had built themselves a small
community of log homes. There were children, and real families among the
surviving crew members.
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Jerrodd Mill at nine years of age ran terrified calling for his parents
when he heard the Portal spooling up. He'd never heard it happen before.
The Builder Bugs never used the surface Portals, there was no need to.
Suddenly the adults around him and the other children began reacting as if
there might be some danger bigger than the Carno Beasts.
The lead Bug sped away, as Wraith began to slow.
"Grief, it's a habitable planet. Come on through," reported Commander
Shaye.
"Commander, we're getting Transport signals. Razors Edge is twenty
Kilometers ahead."
The first sight of Razors Edge was actually six year old Patti Deese, as
she stood frozen in shock in the center of the road staring with disbelief
at the Transport bearing down on her.
In an effort to miss her Driver Dellorre swerved Wraith off the roadway.
All the onboard emergency warnings going off as she slid into the huge
Iron Tree, the driver side fender crumpling in pinning the metal against
the now ruined Drive Roller.
"Wraith, what's going on?" requested Grief.
"Slow down, slow way down," panted Lorrna as she picked herself up out of
the floor.
"Oh gods, please tell me we didn't hit her," began Layella.
The troop door opened and several Troopers jumped off in search of the
young girl who was still standing there wide eyed just staring at the
newly crashed Transport.
"She's alright, we missed her," said Lt Tracer. "How did she get out here
though?"
Before he could get an answer though Grief arrived. Slowly the Troopers of
the Transport Razors Edge began emerging from the forest.
"P, Patti, oh god," began Dell. "How many times have we told you not to
play in the road?"
The girl had used a piece of soft white rock to draw the elaborate Hop
Scotch pattern on the pavement.
"Commander Deese?" Lorrna asked as she emerged from Wraith still dabbing
at the blood from her cut lower lip. Now the rest of the crews were
stepping off the newly arrived Transports.
More people began emerging from the forests edge.
Layella stood at the front of Wraith looking over the damage. She was
shaking her head near tears. All this way, seven hundred Trillion miles as
the Primary Driver and not one scratch. And now, now they were stuck
because she ran into a tree. They had no spare rollers, and sure as spit
none of the Rollers from Razors Edge would fit, she was an old Mark II.
"Need a hand Layella?" asked Molli Turrni, Griefs primary driver.
"Oh Molli, can you believe I came all this way to run into a damned tree?"
"Hey, none of that now," said Molli. "You missed the Kid, right?"
"Yeah, yeah I did, didn't I?"
The pair managed to get Griefs forward wench cable hooked to the back of
Wraith and were beginning to pull him backward enough to get a better
assessment of the damages.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," they heard.
The two stared at each other then looked around in surprise. They were the
only ones here. The rest were busy greeting the survivors at the edge of
the roadway.
"Come on the sooner we get it away from the tree the better we'll be able
to see the damages," said Molli reaching for the wench lever again.
"If you insist, at least let us get the young away from the tree before it
falls," said the voice again.
"Who are you? What do you mean before it falls?" finally they looked up
toward the tree.
Slowly the Howler appeared atop Wraith. "Let us move our Young. Then you
can finish destroying our home." As they watched a Goth appeared at the
front of Wraith, a dozen young spiders hurried down the trunk of the tree
to her back.
Frill was there in an instant, "Lorrna, Corrt and Breeze are here. They
survived."
"Daughter, you destroyed my home?" asked Breeze.
"It was an accident Breeze," intervened Corrt as the other Howler/Goth
crossed young emerged around them.
"Mitta and Jenn?" asked Lorrna, of the other two bonded Goths who had been
with the lost Transport.
"They were lost when the ship hit the Freeway," said Commander Deese
beside her now.
Slowly more half grown unbonded spiders began to emerge from the forest
around them. Many already the size of a twenty year old Spider.
"Lorrna, there are six separate hatchings here," Frill informed her. "They
are growing much faster here than usual."
More spiders, at least one young mated pair of Howler/Goths stood around
them. Sure they'd known that it was possible for the two species to
crossbreed, but it had never happened before that anyone knew of.
Quickly troopers and Survivors began bracing up the Iron Tree to keep it
from falling atop Wraith as the Transport was pulled away.
"So, how bad is the Damage?" Lorrna finally asked. Having been a driver
before as well as a line trooper she already knew. But she wanted Layella
to make the official report.
"It's Bad Commander," she reported. "The Roller is too badly damaged to
hold together even long enough to make it back to the portal. We can't use
a salvaged one from Razors Edge, she was a first generation Mark II. Plus
the entire Spindle needs to be replaced, it has at least four cracks, and
the bearing seals are damaged." She looked up from her kneeling position
beside the steering arm, "I'm so sorry Commander, really I,"
"Layella, Stop it right now. You missed the child, you did the only thing
possible. So Wraith is damaged, better to have a damaged Transport than to
have killed a child," she told her primary driver.
"Layella," interrupted Wraith herself. "I would rather be towed back home
than to have taken an innocent life."
Now Layella began to wonder what this was going to do to her record. There
were three people aboard in line for the still vacant Jr Commanders
position. She had been one of them, but now, with a transport accident on
her driving record she was sure she could kiss that goodbye.
"Captain, come with me," directed Lorrna as she led the way back aboard.
"Tess, have you notified IGP Command yet?" requested Lorrna of her Chief
Comm Officer.
"Not yet Ma'am,"
"Dreamy?" she directed it now toward the Navigator.
"Sorry Ma'am, I've been scanning the area."
Lorrna patted the Command chair. "Layella, Please notify IGP Command of
our situation. Then contact Tomahawk Towing and Recovery." She started to
turn away toward her Briefing room, but then changed her mind and crossed
to her personal quarters and her display case.
"IGP Command, this is Wraith, Wraith to IGP Command come in please," began
Tess.
From the open doorway she watched Layella take a deep breath, formulating
her report for when Communication was established. No one saw as she
opened the case displaying her own awards and such. Inside the case across
the bottom were Lorrna's previous pins of rank that she had worn as she
rose through the ranks in the IGP. Briefly her fingers brushed over the
two Purple Spiders received after being wounded in action. The Platinum
Spider with three star cluster, the same as the Medal of Valor. She
remembered each award as clear as the days she'd earned them.
She touched the black spiders of a Lieutenants rank, the red spiders of a
Captains rank. Then her fingers caressed the pair of Golden Spiders that
signified the Wearer was a Lt Commander.
"IGP Command, Wraith, go ahead," she heard the Comm Tech at the other end.
"Command, we've found Razor's Edge. There are fifty nine survivors, plus
an undetermined number of Howler/Goth's," she reported, hesitating. Her
fear of having to finish the report she was sure showed on her face.
"Unfortunately Wraith has sustained Damages to her Driver front Steering
Roller and will require a Tow to a Maintenance Facility."
"Damages? How did that happen?" demanded the Vice Commander at the other
end. It hadn't hit him yet that there had only been thirty eight crew
aboard Razors Edge when she was lost.
"Commander Trask, My Driver was forced to avoid a very young child who was
standing frozen in fear in the middle of the roadway. But the only things
damaged were Wraith and an Iron Tree," finished Lorrna as she stepped into
the view. "I am also giving you official notice of Captain Dellorre's
promotion to Lt Commander."
She was now standing directly behind her and reached forward to lift the
Red Spiders of a Captain from her lapels before pressing the Golden
Spiders into their place.
Tess on Communications had been too busy trying to reach Razors Edge,
Dreamy had been too busy scanning for the Transport. It had been Layella
who had first spotted the girl in time to avoid her as they reached the
low spot where she had been standing.
After the initial report to Command everyone began congratulating her on
her promotion.
"We'll celebrate once someone contacts Tomahawk," reminded Lorrna.
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Tomahawk Towing and Recovery
Iridani Five
"Wraith to Tomahawk, do you copy? Wraith to Tomahawk, come in please."
Began Tess.
"Tomahawk copies Wraith," responded Pam. "What do you have for us?" she
was busy keying in the four Wreckers that were still on the Planet as they
finally got a video signal.
"Wraith needs a Tow for repairs. We uhh, we ran into a big ass tree," said
Layella as she blushed with embarrassment.
"Say again, you ran into a tree?"
"It was either the tree of the little girl in the middle of the road,"
answered Layella.
"Alright, what kind of damages? And can you send us a Portal Coordinate?"
"The Drivers headlights, front drivers clip, steering roller, drive
spindle, bearings and the Steering connection is badly bent," Layella
listed the known damages. She was sure there were damages that still had
not been discovered.
"Yep, she's definitely going to need a tow," said the Lyconian driver as
he stepped into the view. "Send us a Coordinate, and I'll be there with
Long Tooth as soon as possible."
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"Commander Demure," Lorrna got her attention as the Transport Commanders
set in conference. "Finding Screamer is now your Mission."
"Screamer?" asked Commander Deese.
"We picked up their Locator Beacon the same time we found yours,"
confirmed Lorrna. "It's Weaker, but then again it has been almost thirty
years."
"We'll find them, we'll bring them back," said Tarra Demure.
"Tarra, be careful out there. Remember you're on your own from here on
out," reminded Lorrna.
"We won't get lost Mom, I promise." She was hugged tightly. It had been
the first time she'd called Lorrna, Mom since she'd assumed command of
Grief. She'd done her junior officers training aboard Wraith, and the two
had become as close as a mother and daughter before Lorrna had submitted
her name to command Grief.
It was an hour later now and the pair of active commanders stood in the
roadway together.
"Your mothers and your father will be proud of you, but you better come
back in one piece," cautioned Lorrna. "I just wish you had at least one
Goth going with you."
Then she saw the look in Tarra's eyes. "There were a couple of bondings
last night. Of course we'll just have to wait and see how helpful the
Howler/Goths will be. But I'm sure," she petted Tiny on her shoulder,
"They will be as helpful as Tiny is."
"God speed, and come home safe," the troopers were all ready to leave now.
Tarra motioned to Grief and the Transport started forward. As it passed,
she grabbed a hand rail and stepped aboard. Already gaining speed heading
for the next portal, hoping that there would be at least one Road Bug to
Escort them.
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IGP Rank structure
Note: Emerald eyes denote a Transport Officer
Red eyes identify a Royal Guardian
Black eyes identify a Tracker
Clear/Crystal eyes denote a detective
No eye gem stones denotes Planetary Police.
Marshals share the equivalent in rank as Trackers but are Transport
Officers, where Trackers use Long Range Shuttles and small Interstellar
Transport Ships.
Enlisted; White Spider
Single Spider, Private
Two Spiders, Corporal
Three Spiders, Sergeant/Squad Leader
Four Spiders, Platoon Sergeant
Five Spiders/Cluster, Company Sergeant
Officer Rank;
Black Spider, Lieutenant/Jr Detective (Squad Leader)
Red Spider, Captain/Jr Tracker/Detective
Gold Spider, Jr/Lt Commander/Major/Tracker/Chief Detective
Silver Spider, Commander/Colonel/Chief Tracker
Two/Paired Silver Spiders, Vice Commander/General
Three/Trio Silver Spiders, Supreme Commander
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