Yamato: The New Adventures… (Sequel to "Final" Yamato in Episode type format)
By Erwin Stevens
EPS 7 – Future Echoes/Epilogue Part 1
The infinity that is space, a world filled with serene light, uncountable stars in the deep darkness and with dying and forming stars abounds with many life forms. Yes, space is alive. The entire universe, our galaxy, and even the many solar systems are filled with many such life forms. They are filled with many that love, aspire and fight in war, and there are others that are peace loving. Many forms of life are in the universe, and they live scattered throughout its cold vastness.
The speck that makes up our Earth is one such place, where wars have come, and have gone, leaving their mark. A solar system named "SOL" resides in a mere corner of the infinity of space, and so does the huge galaxy known as the Milky Way, where the SOL system resides. It is one of seventy such systems located here in the mere tip of this galaxy and in this solar system that nine planets orbit the single life-giving star. Living on the third one, an insignificant body called Earth is an advanced civilization known as human kind.
It is on Earth, a man lies dying. Major Miller of the future lies on the stretcher, barely conscious, but alive, as his transport landed at Central Hospital in a bold new century of the past, three years. The young officer blankly stared up at the sky, as a team of people ran toward him from all sides. Several medical personnel have gathered around him to grab his stretcher, lifting him over to a gurney that would be rushed into the huge white building of Central Hospital. His blood seeped from his tunic, covering the stretcher, his uniform, the Doctor and the medic who struggled to keep him alive. He is a man, a hero of Earth, who had come through the winds of time via a ship from the future to ambush an ambush that would have killed Seth at the memorial in the past. An event that he had prevented from happening and stabilized time as they all knew it.
Now, the officer has an expressionless gaze as he stared up at the blue skies of Earth and then at the sterile white ceilings of the hallway in the hospital. He can feel his life ebbing away from him, and the young officer calmly knew already that he did not have long to live. The first thoughts the Major had were immediately of friends and family who had died centuries ago. Death, he knew, is enviable now and it did not bother him. He had given his life to protect others at the memorial, saving the Yamato crew, the stasis members with his sacrifice and himself who now worked at the Dry Dock at the EDC Sea Port at this very moment.
Now with that already happened, they now had the Major in the operating theater, preparing to try and save his life in return.
"Hang in there, Major." Nova murmured, "You're going to be alright, we're at the hospital." Tears filled her eyes and the young Major noted the concerned look on her face as they rushed him down the hallway toward the trauma unit.
"Let me go." He croaked repeatedly, his voice barely audible and several times he tried to push the oxygen hoses away before they were taped down by the techs. He even pushed the mask away to breathe. The young officer did not want to live. The last thing he saw was Nova, as she placed the anesthesia mask over his face, preparing him for surgery after he was quickly wheeled into an operating theater.
"Breathe in gently," Nova instructed and he breathed in the gas, restrained from moving. "See you soon. You're in good hands."
"No…" He croaked and darkness fell in around him, as he drifted off to sleep. In the operating theater, Nova stood across from Doctor Sane as they began their work preparing the Major for surgery to patch up the wounds inflicted upon his body.
"Blood pressure stable, he's asleep." Nova reported, "Iq-9?"
"Oxygen flow normal, carbon dioxide output normal." Reported the robot, and Nova turned her head to meet Doctor Sane's careful examination of the soldier's vital readouts.
“Those readings are so low, I don’t know if that is a good sign or not.” He grumbled, slipping on a pair of gloves from a nearby tray. “Okay, let’s get on with it.”
A steady bleeping sound on the monitor indicated his pulse. Other readouts like O2 intake, C02 and respiration was monitored by the robot as the doctor started his work, cutting into the body of the young officer, a man who was from the future, but also originally from the past two hundred years. Sane held the laser scalpel with a steady hand and turned to the man, who lay on his table, starting his work. Sane wasn’t about to let this officer quit, not on his watch, not at any time.
“Come on Major.” Sane thought, “You want to live.”
As Sane began cutting on the Major from the future, an obnoxious beeping sounded that echoed the operating theater and it was, followed by a long tone. Sane looked up in alarm, as did Nova, the vitals indicated he was dead.
"Damn! He’s flat-line!" Sane shouted, "Get me adrenaline and hydrocortisone, five hundred CC. Prepare paddles for resuscitation."
Nurses and the other doctors worked feverishly over him for five minutes trying to revive the young man who had come to save Seth at the memorial. The sounds of electric shock and the thump of the Major’s body as it hopped on the table were the only sound in the theater. None of the personnel had said a word, other than the shouted orders of the medications and shots to give the young man to bring him back from the dead. Six minutes had elapsed, and the Major’s vitals beeped on the monitor. Nova let out a breath of relief that echoed the room.
“Thank…” Nova began to mutter, but a grimace appeared on her face and the others in the room when his vitals stopped again. They started and maintained CPR for several more minutes, constantly having to revive him over the next five more minutes. Sane shouted more instructions as he performed CPR, Nova squeezed the oxygen bag and another doctor, working with Doctor Sane, leaned over to inject the necessary chemicals into his IV. They hit him with the paddles again. This time is vitals stayed.
“Pressure stable, and up, Oxygen Levels normal.” Iq-9 reported, “He is asleep.”
“Let’s get cracking.” Sane replied, and quickly he repaired the damage to the Major’s body, inflicted by the fire by the Cybertron. When he was finished, they cleaned up as the Major’s vitals still beeped strongly and he was breathing on his own.
“We’re finished, its up to him now if he lives or dies.” Sane declared, and nodded to the others, “Good work.”
“How long were we in there?” The other doctor murmured, as he took off the gloves, and with shaking hands removed the apron-like surgical gown that he wore around him.
“Six hours, twenty two minutes.” Nova replied with a sigh. She removed the smock and gloves, covered in the Major’s blood. She tossed them into a hamper.
“That was rough,” a nurse told the other, “No better work out of Doc Sane. He does fine work.”
“Keep an eye on him, his vitals is going to be rough like that.” Sane scolded, and turned to Nova to smile slightly. He could see her concerned glances to he operating theater center where a young, technically old man now lay battling for his life. He shook his head.
“Don’t look so worried.” He said approvingly, “We did all we could.”
“Yes Doctor Sane.” Nova replied reassuringly, “You didn’t do anything short of a miracle in there.”
“He’s going to be alright.” Sane said determinedly, and walked toward the intercom in the corner located below the observation theaterr where Commander Mitty McDonald sat riveted as Sane rebuilt the Major from he ground up. He did not amputate or cut corners, he did a total reconstruction to his whole body and Sane realized that it was up to him to live or die now. Just as it had been with many cases he performed during fire aboard the Yamato, so long ago.
“How is he, Doctor Sane?” Mitty asked.
“He’s in rocky shape but I think he’ll pull…” Sane started to reply, but suddenly, a loud beeping sound echoed in the air around him. It made the Major’s body hop on the table, as if it were being subjected to an electrical current, the lights flickered and dimmed as streaks of energy appeared around his body. A strange orange glow appeared around it and there was a scream in the operating theater as everyone jumped back, watching the Major convulse on the table.
“What the hell is going on?” Sane asked, as he stared at the body, glowing brightly orange and it seemed to become transparent. The lights flickered bright to dim. Sane shot a look at the surprised look at Commander McDonald who sat in the operating theater observation booth looking on, and she was on her radio as security appeared at every door of the main round operating theater.
“UGHHHH” the Major groaned, even in his unconscious state, as little by little he became more and more transparent as the winds of time dragged him from this time to return him to where he belonged.
“Sweet Jesus, stay-back everyone.” The assisting surgeon shouted as the glow became bright around the Major. Sharp arcs of energy appeared from the fluorescent lights repeatedly striking the Major’s unconscious body. The room became dark as the lights sparked and popped around the theater. Safety backup lights flashed on moments later, illuminating the room. The soldier who had lain there had vanished without a trace.
“What the hell was that?” Sane said exasperated, “It was like he was never here.”
“I don’t know Doctor Sane.” Nova commented, “IQ-9, analyze please what that was.”
“There is no data Nova.” Iq-9 said, “According to my sensors, however what we witnessed was a tacheyon pulse and a mini warp.”
“A mini warp?” Nova asked, “How is that possible?”
“No data.” The robot said, “The pulse opened up a gateway and then faded.”
Nova turned to Doctor Sane and she noted the pensive look on his face. She managed a slight smile as she walked toward him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“You did everything you can Doctor Sane, there was nothing else humanly possibly to be done. He was involved in more than that was beyond our comprehension.” She said reassuringly, “But keep in mind he saved us all at the memorial, and that should count for something. One life for many to him would be a fair trade.”
“I know Nova, I wish I could have done a little more for him than let him go out like that.”
“So true Doctor Sane.” She replied, and turning she glanced at the clock. It read 14:30 hours.
“I am calling the time at 14:30 hours, for time of death.” The other doctor reported, and grimaced at the clock.
Nova suddenly was reminded that by now the others waited for news in the waiting room. Sane eyed her and slowly nodded his head.
“Wait! How can you call it death?” Sane asked suddenly, “The man was living when that happened to him.”
“After that, I don’t think he was living Doctor Sane. There can’t be anyway to be subjected to that.”
“We don’t know that.” Sane replied, “I will say time of death is not the issue here, make it the time of departure.”
“Time of departure?” Nova asked, and she grimaced.
“We don’t know where he went to, not exactly, but I am assuming to wherever he came from.” The Doctor replied, and here he paused.
“And God speed Major.” Sane whispered, as there was silence through the theater, all eyes on the spot where the Major had lain only minutes ago, to disappear before their eyes.
Little did Nova and even Doctor Sane know was that the stasis personnel, all of them, except for the Lieutenant Commander, had come to the hospital to lend support for him despite they did not know his name. He had saved their lives, including hers and it would only be fitting to help him heal with support on the outside. She had been correct. They had been waiting for several hours, hoping to hear how their comrades in blood was doing, and Nova had no idea the Yamato crew had come too to lend moral support with them. Everyone was there and they all claimed the Federal Hospital's largest waiting room.
As young Forrester-Wildstar walked down the hall toward the waiting room, a few minutes later, she is still dressed in her blood-covered uniform heading to where the stasis and Yamato crew wait. As she approached the corner, Nova stopped, peering down the corridor where her husband Derick and Mitty McDonald, aide to General Singleton stood talking. Nova hung back around the corner from the waiting rooms located near the operating theater, and tried to compose quickly. She tried to keep from weeping, having witnessed a great battle between life and death for the Major in the operating theater. A man she came to admire, despite the situation that he had successfully defused at the memorial, and the difficulty of success repairing his body by the Doctors of Federal Hospital.
"Oh hell," She murmured, wiping the tears away. "I can't avoid them, but I really can't tell them that he did not make it." Breathing in, composing herself, Nova walked around the corner. Derick, taking one look at his young wife, had grimaced at the unsightly blood covering her uniform but he moved to her side to embrace her. Her husband’s questioning expression was met by the young woman and when she shook her head, he bowed his head.
“He’s gone Derick.”
"Oh damn…" He murmured, as he held his weeping wife in his arms.
"I thought he would make it." Nova’s husband said, as he glanced at his wife, lifting her chin to place a loving hand on her shoulder.
She told him the strange happening in the operating theater, and he listened with an astonished expression on his face. He shook his head as he held her, reassuring that everything was alright.
Nova's head turned, intently watching the others in the waiting room. They were waiting any word from Doctor Sane who had worked on the strange Major. The stasis crew talked over old times with their friend from their time, placed in another group from the same stasis project they had not known about. They all were chatting, laughing and carrying on. They did not notice Nova's arrival or as she backed away from the door, meeting her husband's gaze.
"We did what we could." A voice said, and they turned to see Doctor Sane appear from the doorway, still dressed in his bloody scrubs. "We repaired the damage, but it was, way, out of our hands." Mitty joined them when she saw the couple and she had nodded a greeting to them, especially to Doctor Sane.
"Doctor Sane, I can't… I-I can't tell them h-he's… that he did not make it. That he is gone…" Nova whispered, "Please don't make me…"
Sane saw her glancing at the waiting room door, hearing the laughter and chatter there. He shook his head.
"No, Nova, that duty falls upon me. I am the doctor in charge, and I am responsible for reporting life or death to the next of kin or friends. I wish like hell I had better news to tell them than this. We might have a riot after I tell them, please inform security."
"Also, bear in mind Commander McDonald, when you report, that major left by temporal warp and still is alive, just not in this time.” Sane declared solemnly.
“Agreed.” A voice said.
There was a gasp, and everyone in the hall had turned their heads to a rough, looking officer who stood nearby. He is mid height, has slightly graying brown hair, a full beard and he wears a black eye patch over one eye, partially covering an angry-looking scar starting from his forehead that ran to his jaw line on the patched side. The officer is dressed in the familiar blue, dark blue trimmed uniform of the EDC Space Corps, and he has the insignia of a silver cluster marking him as Lieutenant Commander pinned on his collar. He saluted smartly. They stated at him in silence.
"Commander McDonald," He said solemnly, nodding a greeting to her. “Mr and Miss, Wildstar.” He grinned at Derick and Nova. “And of course, the illustrious, Doctor Sane." He bowed formally.
Nova gasped seeing the stranger, and remembered the face of the Major in the operating theater. They were identical, except for the angry patch on one side of his face, covering the left side.
"Greetings Lieutenant Commander," She said, smiling, "I did not know you were here. I thought you were at dry dock overseeing the repairs of the Kosheo, as ordered by Captain Yamazuki."
"I was, until I got this strange call from General Singleton's office, with orders to high-tail is over to the hospital. It was something about assistance on a project of up most importance."
Mitty was nodding, but had stopped to frown, turning her head to regard the officer for a moment. "Wait a minute, to assist on the project to go destroy the water planet?”
"Here's the order." He said, handing her a slip of paper with the printed order that was transmitted to the ship and to the grizzled officer. Mitty quickly scanned it.
"My ship has a long time in dry dock for repairs." He said, “I came to find out what this was all about.”
"Thank you, Commander. That’s what I would like to know…” Mitty started to reply, but her voice faded off as her head snapped toward the empty corridor behind him. She glanced at the Major whose attention was focused on the corridor nearby too. He had sensed something very wrong happening at this moment and his eye focused upon the young blond haired woman, dressed in a medical gown, staggering toward the group along the wall from around the corner. The woman is Denise 'Watts' Watson, who was part of the secondary stasis group, who was presumed dead after a mix up of charts with deceased soldiers, who died during the last war against Earth.
The young woman stared at the group clustered nearby, and swooned. The young Lieutenant Commander bolted and ran toward her like lightning, sliding in, to catch her neatly into his arms as she fainted. He stared at the familiar face before him, one whom he had not seen in a long time, in two hundred years. He fought to get a name, and grimaced when he realized who she was.
"Denise 'Watts' Watson." He murmured, "I don't believe it." He turned his head to the hallway, where Nova and the others stood by watching the whole event.
"Miss Wildstar, get the medics down here... Get them now." He shouted, holding Denise in his arms and echoing Kirk's words from Star Trek 3: The Search for Spock Movie of his century. Wildstar's wife ran to a communicator and hit the alert button.
A beeping sounded and red lights blinked overhead. Shouts and footsteps responded, as people ran from every direction. Derick, Nova, and Doctor Sane were at his side in a flash. The young Lieutenant Commander held the limp form of Denise in his arms, as a commotion echoed through the hallway. Doctor Sane used smelling salts and brought her back to consciousness. She shook her head in disgust, at the smell.
"Ugh, get that shit out of my face." Denise sputtered, as her eyes opened and she managed to turn her head to blearily examine her surroundings. She peered at the many faces standing over her.
"Where am I? W-what's happening to me?" Denise asked.
"Shh." Sane soothed, glancing at the people gathered around her. Denise's head turned to the young officer who held her in his arms.
"Don't talk, you are alright. You are safe and very much alive in the hospital." The doctor told her.
The young woman's eyes focused on Doctor Sane who nodded as he examined her, then to Derick, Nova and the young Lieutenant Commander who held her. She frowned for a moment, her eyes growing wide as she stared at the scarred face and patched eye of the officer who held her. She yelped and fainted in his arms again. There was a momentary pause as Nova, Derick, and Doctor Sane looked at her in surprise then met the young Lieutenant Commander's astonished expression. An amused grin appeared on their faces. A quiet ripple of laughter followed, even from the young officer. He shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
"I guess I must have that effect on people." He told them and the group smiled.
"I guess so, Commander." Nova replied, with a smile, and he met her grin with one of his own.
"I must have scared her." He muttered, "Just great, I'm scary looking."
Behind The Lieutenant Commander, Nova and Sane, the other stasis personnel and Yamato crew filled the hallway when they heard the alarms. The stasis personnel gasped loudly when they recognized their comrade in arms, whom they thought was dead, placed on a gurney by the young officer. There were gasps all around, and a low murmur rippled through the stasis group. Medics, technicians, and nurses ran to Denise's side as she was attended to.
The young officer, who held her, stepped back and let the medical staff do their work after putting her on the gurney. He turned his head to meet the familiar faces of the stasis crew who stood nearby and casually tilted his head slightly, seeing their faces. Here the Lieutenant Commander grinned openly before turning to walk toward Commander Mc Donald who stood nearby.
As he approached the gurney, the young grizzled officer nodded to Doctor Sane and Nova who stood near the gurney containing Denise. The stasis crew and the other Yamato crew had glanced at the unfamiliar officer in the blue/dark blue uniform of the Space Corps, and no one thought any differently about him. The stasis group had not recognized the familiar face of the officer, focusing mainly on the event at hand: Their comrade in arms who was reported deceased before, and now lay on a stretcher, alive and well.
"Denise? Denise Watson?" Melinda exclaimed, "You're alive? HOW…?” The young woman headed toward the Doctor, but she felt herself restrained by the strong grip of Angie, who shook her head as Melinda turned her head.
"How is this possible?" Amy stammered, "She's dead, they told us she was killed in stasis."
“I hope she’s alright.” Manual said, formally, and Amanda nodded her head.
"I bet it will be explained." Angie prompted, and the group met the concerned look of the nurses, technicians and Doctor Sane himself.
"She'll be ok." Sane told Nova, and his gaze met hers for a moment. He noticed Wildstar’s wife pointing at Melinda and the others.
"Oh… yes… quite right." Sane muttered, and he turned to meet Melinda's astonished expression. His look, that he gave her, was hard and in his eyes, they clearly showed his pain and distress over losing his patient.
"Doctor, how is the Major?" Melinda asked, and the others gathered around him, remembering their avenging angel who had been shot to hell.
At first, Sane did not answer. But when he did, his voice was sharp, like a doubled edged sword.
"He did not make it. He died after being subjected by a temporal warp that whisked him back to where he belonged. We did everything humanly possible. I'm so sorry."
Doctor Sane waited for the protest by everyone gathered here, but it did not happen as he had possibly expected. There had been just astonished silence by both groups.
"If you will excuse me, I have a life here that needs my help." The doctor's voice had been hard, calm, and his tone had been dead even.
Melinda stared at the Doctor in horror. She was totally stunned, as was the others. There was not a sound until Amanda began to weep, and threw herself into the strong arms of Manual, who stood with them. Sane, Nova and even Mitty walked along the stretcher that contained their friend and around the corner. The young woman held the stunned look on her face as they disappeared around the corner and half turned to see Amy shaking her head. Her face showed the same horror. The crew from stasis was absolutely stunned by the news. As Sane wheeled Denise down the hall, he paused briefly at the corner where Nova and Derick now stood, holding each other. They took a step forward toward him, and the doctor shook his head slightly.
"Nova, there is nothing you and Wildstar can do here now." Sane said, "Get some rest. I'll let you know if anything happens with this young woman, or if anything changes."
"Doctor Sane, is that one of the people that Seth just buried?" Nova asked and the doctor nodded, after holding their stare for a long moment.
"Yes and the young woman named Emily Montgomery too." Sane said, "They had been brought up from the morgue not long ago, their records had been mixed up with two other soldiers killed in the last raids by the Dinguil."
"My god," Wildstar murmured, "What the hell else, can go wrong?"
"Please keep us up on how things go?" Nova said, and Sane nodded.
"It's amazing isn't?" Sane commented, "These people being put in stasis in the twenty-first century… Using a technology we had to fight against not long ago." Both Nova and Derick nodded slightly in agreement.
"It is all hard to believe, Doctor Sane." Wildstar replied.
"A strange coincidence for us all, Wildstar… Nova…" Sane replied.
"Doctor Sane, you are needed in Emergency 4." A voice said, announcing it over the intercom above him. Sane nodded slightly when he had heard it.
"Sorry, I have to go. I'll let you know how things go." Sane told them, and he ran down the corridor.
Derick embraced his wife before he took her hand, and they walked down the hallway together. Nova smiled at her friends, as they passed her, and the couple stopped to chat with others, who embraced her. When they were alone, minutes later, she kissed her husband, Derick passionately.
"I have to get out of this uniform, Derick. Can we go by the changing room?" Nova asked, consciously looking down at the blood belonging to the strange Major that stained her uniform. Her husband grimaced at the sight of the dried blood on her uniform and nodded. They walked a short distance down the hall together, and soon ended up outside the changing room. She walked toward the door.
"Wait for me. I'll only be five minutes." He smiled at the young woman, as she disappeared through the door. Derick still could not believe he was going to be a father, after almost a year of marriage.
Five minutes later, she walked from the changing room wearing her nurse's uniform and they held hands as they walked toward the exit. She noted the grimace on his face as memories moved through his brain about recent past. Derick thought of about a half a year ago, when they had all come home on the last mission of Yamato. It had been when they fought the Dinguil, who used Aquarius as a weapon against Earth.
"What's wrong Derick?"
"Nothing," He replied, and he put out his arm, allowing her to take it with a smile. They walked together down the hallway toward the exit.
As for the stasis crew, they also had left the hospital stunned, returning to the quarters belonging to Amanda, Melinda and Amy. They sat glumly around the trio's assigned quarters, hardly speaking, as they thought of the Major, critically injured, who had sacrificed his life for them all. The group just could not believe this had happened, all of these events happening so fast, and all against a new Cybernetic enemy who threatens Earth.
They stayed together through the night, drinking in silence, and hardly saying a word to each other, immersed in their thoughts about their friend had been killed. They are unaware that the battle is not over, however, and Earth has to still fight against this new enemy which was now being disclosed as they sat in the quarters, as a ship from the future arrives at Sol, bearing bad news for Earth and seeking an alliance at all costs. Seth had been ordered to Headquarters for the mission to combat and destroy Aquarius and Manual was going on that raid too. Time itself was changing and as time ticked on the stream formed into its new shape.
Meanwhile, in the middle of deep space, the crew from the Star Cruiser class starship called the SS Magellanic Clouds, inched toward the hulk of the Yamato's bridge. As Felonious floated freely in space, his attention was focused on the scanner in front of him, as the crew began setting up survey drone to inspect the outer integrity of the derelict’s hull. The rest of his crew prepared an airlock and inspection of the super structure for their entry into the remains of the Yamato's bridge section. They all had a lot of work to be done, to examine the derelict for clues, for what had happened here in space.
"Ihsss to Felonious," A voice said over the headset, and the Feline Science Officer turned, looking down to hit the console on the arm of his suit.
"Felonious here," He replied. It was the Captain.
"Is there anything to report?" Ihsss asked, "What is your status."
"We are about to inspect the hull. As I feared, all exit blast points that are visible, are outward from an internal explosion." He said, "Crews report, that the hull and everything seems intact."
"What?" Ihsss asked, "Are you sure?"
"Whatever happened skipper, they blew up their ship." Felonious said, "There are too many signs that self destruction might be a strong possibility of what happened here. Voloxa also reads a higher Tacheyon emission here too with some residual radiation."
"Can you determine what it was they were against?" Ihsss asked, "That they would do that?"
"Not at present, but I have found a high concentrate of water, like this ship was immersed in it. The signs are everywhere."
"How can that be?" Ihsss asked, "Could they have been on a planet, you know, on Earth, and the planet destroyed to throw it into deep space?"
"No, but they could have been on Aquarius, or on proximity." Felonious said, "The water seems to have a heavy base to it. We were just about to enter the ship and head to the bridge, to see if we can salvage any of the memory-banks to find out what happened here, even maybe a log."
"Also, I think we have survivors." The Feline Science Officer replied, "I don't know how, but I thought I just saw someone inside. They were wearing a spacesuit with a helmet."
"Survivors!" Ihsss breathed, and if sound could have traveled, that the echo would have went into space itself. Her bridge crew had turned their heads, looking in astonishment and Ihsss frowned.
"I need someone standing by on the sensors and scanning for human life-signs again. Make sure the scans are outside normal parameters, taking in account for the radiation level surrounding the derelict." Felonious suggested "I think the radiation has been interfering with the reading with our hand-held scanners. I am unsure how they could be alive. The ship has been out here for a while. I see small damage from meteor hits and other damage on the hull."
"I'll get someone to stand by on your console. You take it easy in there, Felonious. If there are any issues, pull back out of there." Ihsss warned over the COM, as he moved to the airlock outside a main hatch on the derelict. Stepping into the airlock, he used a hand-held manual opener to open it and the door slid obediently open with no hiss of equalization.
"We have breached the outer airlock." Felonious said, stepping toward the internal one. There was no light beyond. He rubbed the window of the glass, shining his light through it.
"No power, no atmosphere, there was no equalization of a nitrogen oxygen atmosphere here." He muttered, "Scanners indicate pure vacuum, and the radiation seems to be increasing."
"Circle of three." He ordered, and nodding the crew had their backs to each other with weapons drawn. Voloxa hit the opener and the hatch opened, and again there was no equalization pressure. The hatch behind them had closed. The insect-like engineer stood beside him, inspecting the couplings and the displays.
"Voloxa here, Captain." He said, "Engineering report, this place is a bloody mess." He grumbled, "As Felonious said there is no internal power and the corridor is half obliterated from the inside out. It looks like it had its guts blown out of her."
"That's for sure." Felonious murmured.
"We're in the ship and making our way down a small hallway. There is no power, or what appears to be an engineering section to produce power, but I am going to see if there is a battery room. Perhaps to see if we can get the emergency lighting to work." Voloxa reached out and flipped the switches on a control panel he opened nearby. He took out his tools and began working.
"According to the scanners, there seems to be more moisture here skipper." Felonious added, "I see a water line on the internal bulkhead of the ship, as well as scars of our so-called blast that ripped through this thing."
"We see it too." Ihsss replied, staring at the screen at the science console, watching their progress through the derelict.
With everyone's weapon drawn, Felonious, and his team came to the main corridor of the ship. Nodding and motioning with his hand, two went either direction. The young feline officer took the main corridor, approaching open doors leading into a long dark corridor. Felonious led with his weapon, shining his light in the each doorway, illuminating the room to check it before walking further down the corridor.
"There is a lot of damage here. A bulkhead here looks like it seems to be shattered by Felonious' explosion. What is left of what appears to have been a hatch here, but the room itself is empty." A crewmember said.
"Use your scanners and stay alert." Felonious ordered over the static filled COM link. He left it open so the crew on the Clouds could hear. He switched the camera on his suit to the on position. It beeped accusingly at him as it initialized and then showed a picture of the surroundings from the Feline Science Officer's point of view.
He glanced down at the hand held scanner as he moved through the pitch-black corridors, and the only light being that from the one in his suit, moving it back and forth. The feline officer passed closed hatches and others that had been blown apart, others partially open. Here, he looked in one and there was a door beyond. Walking, half floating, Felonious made his way down the corridor and stopped before a hole in the floor.
"Are you getting this?" Felonious asked, and on the bridge, Ihsss T'Larra stared in surprise at the jagged hole and fused metal. She had gasped, like the others, on the bridge of the Star Cruiser Class Starship. They peered at the view screen and the picture of a hole in the floor the bulkhead. It appeared to be an internal explosion that had melted and fused the floor of the bulkhead with excess heat.
"We're getting it." Ihsss said, "Pan right for a second." On the derelict, Felonious complied and there was a hatch nearby. "Shine next to that hatch."
The light on his suit banished the shadows and clearly, there was the label that was half obliterated on it. 'Qu_te_rs, M__K V_n_t__e.'
He stood in front of the door that was half open, showing the interior of the room. The feline officer crept toward the door and forced it aside, peering into the room. The room was empty except for a few things, including an unsent letter left on the desk in the room and a photo of a young man in a white uniform and a younger man together. Felonious collected the picture, the letter and put them both in an envelope. He pulled open the drawer and uniforms lay neatly in it. The feline Science Officer grimaced as he returned to the corridor.
In another part of the ship, inside a corridor like the rest of his shipmates, that Tyr'Ven walked down and explored the ship as the others. As he walked with two of his shipmates toward another junction, he panned the flashlight around the passage, examining each room and the damage that had been everywhere thus far. Turning his light he thought he saw the flash of red, like that of an indicator light. When he shined the light, there was nothing there.
Meanwhile, the insect-like engineer floated down a nearby access corridor, and toward an opening in the bulkhead. His light shined on a nearby sign 'Bridge Elevator three,' Voloxa read the sign aloud as he half turned to the crewmembers that held their weapons ready. Poking his head through the door, he peered up the shaft and saw nothing but darkness and down to see the tangle of debris of the lift that had fallen into the shaft.
"Mind the corridors." Ordered the Engineer and here he found another panel that was half shattered. Voloxa opened the toolbox, and he spliced several wires that hung freely through and from the metal panel.
"Let see if we can get some of the lights working in this section." He said after a moment, flipping the switch on the panel. A low light flickered for a second and a low light illuminated the floor. The insect engineer turned abruptly, when he thought he had seen motion, and his compound eyes showed some emotion when he peered at the ghostly form of a figure, dressed in a space suit, standing before him. The space suited figure had turned the corner and disappeared through a bulkhead.
"Did you see that?" Voloxa stammered. He turned to the crew who were beside him. They looked at him in silence.
"No, sir, what did you see?"
"There is someone here." He rasped, "Weapons on heavy stun. Don't take any chances." Voloxa moved down the bulkhead further, and his compound eyes narrowed when he saw something that he did not understand. A lone ghostly figure floated freely down the hallway, but as he raised the weapon, it disappeared. On the other side, cutting through a different room and up a level, Felonious moved down a hallway above with the two shipmates who were with him.
"Felonious." Voloxa said, his voice shaken.
"Go ahead Vol." Felonious replied, "How are things going."
"Power is going to be restored here in a second. I don't know how much life the batteries have in them, but I found it with no problems," Voloxa reported, "But on another note, I think you're right. I just saw something that may be constituted as strange."
"I just saw a space suited figure." Voloxa said, "You said, no life signs?"
"I am not sure now." Felonious said, "My hand held scanner is in perfect adjustment, and I think it's the radiation. I have nothing here."
"I am at bulkhead A-41, what appears to be life sciences lab and a medical section." Voloxa said, and he nodded to the crew as they opened each hatch.
"I am going to start searching for survivors." He said, "I sent one member of my party below to find the sick bay and morgue, to see if there were any bodies aboard."
"Can't be, the ship seems abandoned." A voice said, and Felonious recognized it as Hxar's, "If they were killed, where's the bodies? Bodies in a vacuum don't decompose as fast."
"Well yes, but still the ship appears to have no half cups of coffee or anything that would indicate they were not ready for it." Voloxa countered, "I'm wondering if they abandoned ship and it had been set automated for self-destruct."
"Well, that is one thing to find out, once we locate and find the way to the ship's bridge." Felonious replied. He then turned to the corridor ahead
"Xner come in please… report!"
"Something is wrong." Felonious said.
"T'Ver." He said, "Report."
"T'Ver here," A voice said, "Nothing to report, Commander." He said, "Come three up on the staircase, bulk-head C-3. You are not going to believe this."
"Copy that." Felonious said, and a while later, the feline Science Officer’s team arrived at the staircase, as well as Voloxa and a few of his team.
They shined the light inside the room.
The feline Science Officer peered into the room, and saw the strange bluish glow on the floor. He stared at the scanner in his hand. Voloxa's compound eyes widened when he saw the glow too.
"There seems to be a bit of gravity here." He declared, "And I am reading that the glowing substance is water. That's really weird. Why has it not broken into droplets of its consistent elements in the vacuum and why is it glowing like that. It should be the elements or ice by now." What they saw is the remains of the water of Aquarius that had flooded the ship.
"Xner to Felonious," A voice said, and the feline officer looked up.
"Where were you Xner?" He said, "We were concerned."
"I managed to go down a few levels, it's like a bulkhead hell here, but I found what is left of the medical department. I found the morgue and there are no bodies here. There are signs though, blood stains on a couple of the slabs. Otherwise it appears to be deserted." Felonious gasped, as did Ihsss on the Clouds.
"So where did the bodies and or the people go" Ihsss asked, "Were they possibly sucked out, when the explosion breeched the hull?"
"They might have transferred the dead to another ship too." Felonious suggested, "Families right to bury their kinfolk."
"I think our best bet is to find what we need on the bridge. Xeric, get up here. Wait did you find Engineering?"
"What's left of it Commander," Replied the voice, "I found the hatchway, and I can, at this point, see off into space. The bulkhead is partially blocked, but I can see over one hundred meters past it. The whole aft section appears to be missing."
"Okay, get up back up here." Felonious ordered.
"Commander!" A voice stammered, through the crackle of static.
"F'Meher?" Felonious asked.
"…I am at the main bri… I think we…" The COM crackled.
"Where are you?" Felonious yelled.
"Main brid… Bulkhead B…2…" A moment later, the COM went dead.
"Let's go!" Felonious said, charging through the corridors and up any ladders he found and or any stairs. When they found deck B, they charged down the hallway, and they found the members of their crew on the deck. The spacesuit faceplate was shattered, and the body exploded inside it. The feline officer grunted. He turned to the hatchway of the bridge and leaned down to pick up the crewmember's weapon.
"All internal search teams, if you can hear me… get back up here." Felonious said, "All crew members, yellow alert. Internal search teams, report immediately back to the bridge hatchway."
"On my way…" A voice said.
"Acknowledged…" Another voice replied.
"What's happening over there?" Ihsss asked, as the COM crackled.
"Felonious!" She exclaimed, sitting in her chair on the bridge, but there was only silence. On the derelict, the feline science officer stared at his team as they gathered at the emergency stairs hatch that would lead to the bridge.
"Captain." Voloxa said, "It appears communications are out Felonious."
"Yes." replied the Science Officer, hitting the buttons of his suit, "Okay, team two, take the hatch on the other side, team one follow me and be careful."
"There is a bit more radiation here." A crewmember said, "It's within limits."
Slowly, Felonious climbed the stairs, followed by his group, and when they reached the sliding doors, they paused with their weapons drawn.
"There is some more gravity here, and the oxygen nitrogen atmosphere here too." Xnerc muttered, staring at the scanner.
"Set weapons on stun. Put up the portable airlock." The hatch was setup with an airlock and the four space suited figures stepped in. A hiss sounded, and pressure was equalized. Voloxa jury-rigged the control to the hatch and it abruptly opened. The four-held position with their weapons around the hatch and the others came in.
"Steady." Felonious warned, as they all walked in toward the bridge with their weapons ready, and checked every chair.
"Fan out." Felonious ordered, and the crew dispersed.
"It's empty." Felonious grumbled after a moment, and he saw one point at the center console. The whole group spun around, pointing the weapon at the center section, when seeing the body of Avatar sitting in the chair. His body had been preserved perfectly by the vacuum of space, and the low-level atmosphere had not decomposed his body.
"Felonious to Clouds," The feline Science Officer said, but there was nothing but static.
"There is high radiation is in this area and it is interfering with communications." T'Ver reported, "It is within safety limits for our limited exposure."
Sitting on the bridge of the Clouds, Ihsss T'Larra was chewing at the bit as she sat helpless, sending a security team to the derelict because of the silent boarding party.
"What is going on over there?" Ihsss asked, and glanced at Hi'Mthsss who shook her head.
On the derelict, Veloxa held his weapon ready on the body, his compound eyes watchful for anything to happen on the bridge. Felonious turned his furry head at the two other members of the group on either side of the body, their weapons drawn. His golden eyes scanned the bridge, and he stepped carefully forward toward the seated body. One of the technicians held the scanner over the body, and he took vitals of this strange form.
"No life signs, but appears to be humanoid-like," The tech said, as he used one of the devices, touching it at the temple of Avatar.
"Alright, keep your eyes open." Felonious said, and he slowly turned with scanner in hand. "Voloxa, is it possible to get these consoles to operate?"
"We can try, Commander." Voloxa said, glancing at the antiquated equipment, even in their time. He set to work, putting up a power converter and generator. Opening the panel, he found wired and he began splicing them.
"There is a lot of damage here. We might be able to make it work though." Voloxa grunted, hooking up the wires. Looking up, the feline officer saw the hatch above the body of Avatar.
"You, keep guard on that body." Felonious warned, pointing at a guard "Keep your weapon trained at it. We lost two of our crewmates to something strange happening here." Turning, he nodded to the crewperson who stood at the window, who withdrew a laser beacon. The crewmember flashed it, sending a signal to their ship that hovered nearby and on the bridge of the Star Cruiser, there was a cheer.
"Contact established Commander." Reported the crewmember, "Sending coded message now of our findings."
Felonious nodded, as Voloxa worked quickly, and after a moment he flipped the switch as the consoles lit up, blinking and beeping. Outside, they had no idea that a second team had been sent over to the derelict. They entered in force, entering the ship and had fanned out to search the relic. Several headed to the bridge, posting sentries to make a path through the half-shattered ship. They entered the airlock, and the soon entered the bridge.
"We found them." The young humanoid said, “Relay to the Clouds.”
Felonious turned to see Kwai enter the bridge with a couple of security personnel.
"Kwai." Felonious gasped, and he turned to the young humanoid.
"We're ready." Voloxa said, as he sat at the system, and he began typing in at the keyboard.
"The memory units are seriously damaged, Commander." The insect-like engineer said, as his assistant worked at the science station, Sandor's station.
"What's going on?" Kwai asked, turning as she saw the body on-board.
"We need to get that body out of here and back to the ship for analysis." Felonious said. "We have things running here, and are about to find out soon enough what happened to the derelict. There is also someone here, I think, and he has killed two of our crewmembers."
"I have security sentries posted."
"Good, but we need to get everyone out of here." Felonious ordered. "Start with the downed crew members and all non-essential personnel to return to the ship at once."
"Aye," Kwai replied, nodding to the two troopers next to her and they went to the body. Gently, they picked up the limp form of Avatar. There was no rigor, and hardly any decomposition. A sealed stasis chamber had been sent for from the Star Cruiser and less than thirty minutes later the body had been passed down and placed in the airlock. The body of Avatar was put into the container and removed.
Outside, as Ihsss saw the space suited figures float away from the derelict, she identified several of her crew who had been killed while on the derelict. Except one, who had been placed in a coffin, as requested by Felonious, her science officer. Captain T’Larra had gasped when he had made the request. They had found a human body per the report given to her by the Science Officer. As the stasis chamber floated between the two-space suited figures, they approached the ship. All eyes, by the bridge crew, were on the view screen.
"Zoom in." Ihsss said, curious of what her feline Science Officer had found. Veloxa clicked on the zoom and on the screen, the coffin was clearly shown close up.
"Hmmm, it appears to be an officer." Ihsss said, and turning she nodded to her daughter.
"Doctor Platt, to Airlock Four," Hi'Mthsss said, and she and Ihsss both left the bridge, in a hurry, a few minutes later. They had found a Hero of Earth.