Writer- Kevin Peterson
Screenplay- Kevin Peterson
Script Editor- Kevin McCorry
Commander John Koenig sat at his
desk in Command Centre, staring at the Big Screen. Everyone was
staring. Professor Victor Bergman said that what they
saw there was possible, given certain conditions. The planet
which was now only a dot on their monitor screens was far too
close for comfort. Far too close because their scanners had not
detected it. Uncomfortable for them because their scanners still
did not register it.
"A space mirage?" John had asked Victor.
"Well, John, I suppose you could call it that. When a planet
seems to be
a projection from an alternate area of space, there's probably
no better
term for it."
"So, you're sure?"
"'Sure' is not a word I'm fond of as a scientist, but the
theory fits
the known facts."
"We could live there?"
"If the atmosphere conditions and the temperature are appropriate,
and
if the planet can exist for us- certainly. But that's a lot of
ifs.
Apparently the planet is a 'doorway' into an alternate area of
space, but
none of the forces usually surrounding a planetary mass are radiating
into
this space. Probably those things only radiate as far as the
atmosphere
does."
"So, it doesn't matter how close we pass. Can't orbit. Won't
even be
affected by it."
"No. If you were thinking of a reconnaissance, time is of
the essence."
"How come we can see it, then?"
"That, John, is a matter of metaphysics and philosophy."
John gazed at the image of the bizarre planet on the Big Screen
and
grew rather entranced by it until Alan Carter commented, "It
should bear
closer inspection, Commander."
John concurred. "Yeah. Who knows, it could be the planet
we're looking
for, despite the enigmas."
"Either way, we should take a closer look," Alan replied.
John was decisive. "Okay. We're going. Alan, get Reconnaissance
Eagle
One on Launch Pad Four and meet us there in ten minutes."
"Right, sir," Alan said. He walked out of Command Centre
as John turned
to Victor. "Victor, you're in command. You, Sandra, and
Kano... keep
scanning and report any readings you happen to get." John
looked over at
Security Chief Tony Verdeschi, who was seated at one of the far
left,
perpendicular desks. "Tony, you're coming along. Contact
Dr. Russell and
tell her I want her to join us."
"Check, Commander."
With that, Koenig left Command Centre and headed to his quarters
to
prepare for the trip.
Alan stood at the travel tube to Launch Pad Four. Tony was
at his side,
chatting amicably. Both were dressed in anoraks with the Alpha
Moonbase
patch on the left shoulder. Alan's anorak was blue. Tony's was
red. Sport
jackets had not yet been distributed on Alpha; so, except for
John, who had
a khaki vest to wear while on Moonbase, and some senior staffers
with lab
coats, the Alphans did not as yet wear over-garments while on
the Moonbase.
However, for members of reconnaissance teams, anoraks were now
standard
attire.
Minutes later, John arrived, dressed in his own anorak, which
was
orange-pink in color and had its own upper-waist belt. The three
men entered
the tube and took seats to wait for the fourth member of their
party to
arrive.
"Very strange to be going to a planet that by all rights
shouldn't be
there," Tony commented.
"Well, let's hope it will be there. I wouldn't want to burn
up valuable
fuel for nothin'," Alan said with a broad, good-natured
smile.
The doors to the boarding tube opened, and a slight rush of wind
heralded Dr. Helena Russell. Blond and dressed in her slacks,
tunic, and
light-blue anorak, she regarded them with an official air. He
face broke
into a smile. "Come on, you slow-poke varmints."
The tube reached the Eagle on the pad. They all piled in with
their
gear. Within minutes, they were on their way. John and Alan were
in the
cockpit in the nose cone, and Helena and Tony were in the passenger
area in
the forward part of the Eagle's middle section.
Sandra Benes watched the Eagle lift off and recede toward the
planet.
She wished her colleagues well on their voyage and tried not
to start
hoping. So many planets, so many disappointments. On this occasion,
trying
hopes on for size was especially difficult with Paul's recent
mental
collapse and reassignment outside of the Alpha command structure.
Relations
between Paul and herself had deteriorated during Paul's rough
time, and she
blamed herself for not seeing the signs of trouble for Paul.
The rest of the personnel in Command Centre were looking up to
the
planet, and the Hunger was starting to awaken in spite of themselves.
Hunger
for a new world. Hunger for a new life. What they did not suspect
was that
the planet also hungered for them.
Aboard the Eagle, John frowned. "Can't even get a spectrographic
analysis. So, why the hell can we see it? Victor thinks maybe
it's psychic
license, whatever that means."
"Well, we can't worry about it right now," said Alan.
"We're about to
enter the atmosphere, and if Victor is right about that being
the
barrier..." He shouted back into the passenger section.
"Just brace
yourselves, eh?"
Alan kicked in the retro engines as the gravitation of the planet
grabbed them. Helena almost imagined that the Eagle was breaking
up as Alan
faltered with the controls. They all felt the sickening vertigo.
As suddenly
as it had hit them, it was gone, and the Eagle was stable.
They quickly pierced into the thick cloud cover, and Tony manned
the
analysis equipment while Helena monitored the small video screen
nearest her
seat. Alan piloted and John navigated. The murky white of the
clouds'
interior drifted at the ports.
"Well," John called back at them as Tony and Helena
studied their
screens.
"We're getting readings all right, or would be if it wasn't
for all this
static," said Tony with a grim face.
Helena added, "The only relief I can find in it is that
we're getting
anything. But to get here and not even tell if we can breathe
the air!"
"We'll have to suit up, then." Koenig looked over at
Alan and said, "If
we continue to get a negative reading on atmosphere, we'll put
our
spacesuits on upon landing."
They finally broke through the underside of the clouds. They
bent their
eyes downward to the land below and gasped as one.
High above the Moon's surface, drifting in a slow orbit, was
a silent
form. It rolled endlessly in zero-G void, eyes and lungs exploded,
blood-
frozen lips in an open-mouthed snarl of stupid rage, hands locked
in futile
claws. Robed in black, its grotesque pirouette was described
in spiral by
the lengths of cloth. One would think it was dead. It was not.
It dreamed.
And now, it was willing itself out of orbit.
It passed from dark into the reflecting light of the nearby planet.
Something within its body was stirring and, like those living
below, feeling
a Hunger. But unlike that of the others, this Hunger was voracious
and all-
consuming. Its roll slowly ceased, and it faced the shrouded
planet as if
observing it with its shattered eyes. The Moon began to recede
below as the
figure started an inexorable trek toward the planet, gathering
speed through
pure force of will.
The Eagle swooped above the panorama of the scene below. Those
inside
surveyed the jungle-thick landscape. Everywhere, the color was
incredible,
rich and vibrant. It would have been beautiful had it not been
that what
they saw was the lurid stuff of nightmares. Mountains were stark
grey and
purple monoliths. Green lakes hissed with effervescence and teemed
with
glistening, half-seen things of a hideous shape. As the landing
team drew
nearer, they became aware of blood-curdling shrieks which split
the air. The
noise came from flopping, winged creatures that looked fleshy,
pink, and
raw.
Alan exclaimed, "I don't believe it! How could things like
these even
evolve?"
Helena had come into the cockpit. She answered him. "There's
never any
telling. Especially on a planet from another universe. The rules
obviously
aren't the same there. Or here. Wherever."
John sighed slightly as he stared out at the conglomeration of
thick
trees over which they were passing low. "Another strike-out.
Staying here is
out of the question. Helena, do you think we ought to--?"
Gigantic jaws of crimson teeth snapped out at the ship from the
trees
with crushing force and connected with a front wing. Tentacles
twined up
from the leaves toward the Eagle.
"Alan!" Tony yelled. They heard the metal rip and twist.
Alan struggled
with the ship, his face clenched with effort. The Eagle's motors
blasted
with power, but the grip of the mysterious creature stayed locked
tight. As
Alan increased drive power to maximum, the Eagle started to tilt
sideways,
but the tug-of-war finally ended, the Eagle the victor. They
broke free.
"Set this thing down somewhere safe," John ordered.
The ship was
pitching and yawing.
Tony, looking at the wall video screen in the passenger section,
shouted, "Fore starboard at two o'clock."
Helena adjusted the monitor in the pilot section. She saw the
same
picture. "Whatever it is, it's growing from the trees."
The Eagle plummeted into a wide clearing, emergency retro rockets
firing
in desperation. It pulled up slightly and settled into a nest
of dust,
engines cutting off simultaneously.
John sighed loudly in frustration as he released his harness
and stood
up. Alan and Helena were beside him waiting for his next command.
"Let's get
those suits on."
Tony came forward and joined in as they removed the spacesuits
from
hangers and climbed into them. They removed guns from the Weapons
Rack and
attached them to the holsters on their spacesuit belts.
"On with the helmets, everybody," John directed as
they finished suiting
up. Tony and Helena put satchels over their shoulders, and Alan
took a
scanner to assess damage to the ship. "Ready? Out!"
John commlocked open the
airlock hatch.
Eerie silence reigned in the huge clearing which was almost like
a
savannah. A light-blue mist covered the ground rather like a
smokey fog, and
the clouds were low and boiling.
"Stun guns ready." They fanned out and scouted a short
distance around
the fallen ship. When the Commander was satisfied that they were
safe for
the moment, his voice came over the helmet radios. "All
right, Alan, assess
the damage to the ship and have Alpha send two Eagles to lift
this mess out
of here if we can't use it. Tony, you stay with me. Helena, as
long as we're
here, take samples and make your recommendations. If we can't
stay, maybe we
can at least take some of this abundance with us."
They worked in silence- disappointed, angry, and thankful that
they were
alive.
The black-robed figure entered the outer reaches of the atmosphere.
It
started to warm. Ice became liquid, cold hands flexed in pain,
and abruptly
renewed eyes managed one horrified state before they were burned
and blasted
sightless once more. There was no breath to scream as the clothing
was
sheared away in consuming fire. Blood boiled. Flesh sizzled and
spit. Fat
ran liquid and burned. The body streaked into the clouds, a blackened,
fiery
phoenix on wings of flame that knew its agony, its name, and
its curse.
Alan hastened into the downed ship and activated the cockpit
communications console. "Eagle One to Alpha. Come in, please."
Victor's anxious face appeared. "Alpha here, Alan. What's
going on? Did
you make a landing?"
"A crash-landing, more like it. Victor, we've got a problem.
Something
grabbed at the left-front wing of the ship and nearly tore it
to shreds."
"What sort of something? Is everyone all right?"
"Yeah, we're all okay. We don't know what attacked the ship.
Something
hidden in a clump of trees. Our Eagle is okay to finish any recon,
but she's
not spaceworthy. You're going to have to send a couple of Eagles
to lift us
and Eagle One out of here."
Victor nodded. "I'm sending Booster Eagles Three and Four
immediately."
Then, his attention was diverted to Sandra's console. "Hold
on a second...
Sandra's getting an energy reading from somewhere in your sector.
Moving
fast. Difficult to tell you how near since the planet doesn't
show up
here--"
There was a shout from behind Alan. His faced turned away from
Victor
for a moment. "Stand by, Victor." The screen blanked.
Alan ran out to the
exterior of the ship and joined the others as they watched what
looked like
a meteor blaze across the bizarre sky.
"Whew!" Tony exclaimed. "Like hellfire."
The apparent meteor impacted several metres away from them, at
the edge
of the horizon. Alan raised his commlock. "Victor, a meteor
has just come
down, and ground-zero is a bit close, if you ask me. We'll keep
you posted."
"Right."
Alan reattached the communicator to his belt and stood with his
fists on
his hips, looking at the rumbling dust cloud that rose in the
near distance.
"Commander, can I go and check it out? The Eagles won't
be here for a good
forty minutes."
John in his spacesuit bobbed like a buoy as he nodded. "Sure.
Just take
a quick look and get back here."
Alan jumped into the cockpit of the damaged Eagle as the others
stood
clear. He hit the release stud for the nose cone locks. They
let go with a
drum-bang as he eased to life the tiny twin engines along the
rim of the
nose cone. He hit the main pod engines and lift rockets at the
same time,
elevating the front part of the ship so that the detaching nose
cone was
given a push upward. Once Alan had taken off, the remainder of
the ship
eased back down.
Helena went back to her work examining the mucky soil and the
short,
celia-like grass which moved and rustled of its own volition.
"John," she
said, intent on her project. No answer. She looked up. Koenig
was standing
with the binoculars, spying at the edge of the clearing. She
could hear a
whistling in the distance. She got up and walked toward him.
"John, what is
it?"
"Well?" She stood beside him.
"Over there," he said, handing her the binoculars.
"Almost too hard to
see. I think they're being sneaky."
Helena peered through the instrument. "Who? I don't see
anyth- Oh."
She saw what looked like two low-set creatures which moved only
slightly, as if watching them. The disturbance made them small,
and a point
of light shone from both of them. Something else. Something she
was not even
sure at first that she was seeing. A dancing glamor of reflection
that hung
in the air a short distance in front of the things.
She started back from the binoculars. "They're gone."
"Do they remind you of anything, Helena? Try to think!"
She felt disoriented. John shook her slightly. "Um... I
don't know."
"We've seen them before, or one like them. The Dragon, Helena.
Cellini's
Dragon!"
Helena's face cleared, as if a laser cut through the smog of
her stupor.
"That's why I feel so strange. The hypnotics." She
grabbed his arms. "John,
an entire planet!"
"Their home world. It fits the facts, as Victor would say.
Tony!" Tony
came running over. "Dig up some of those small hatchets
out of the Eagle and
rig up something to strap them on our suits, preferably on the
leg. Helena,
explain to him what this is about. I have to think."
Part
of Victor's report on Cellini's monster flashed into his head.
On
the uncanny, one-eyed, octopod carnivore discovered by Cellini
during the
Ultra Probeship disaster of 1996 and which later crossed the
path of the
runaway Moon, lured Cellini into battle, and killed him before
John was able
to administer a coup-de-grace to the beast, the Bergman paper
said, "...Its
cannibalization of life-force seems to suggest that its methods
of
sustaining itself indicate a nature not strictly dependent on
environmental
factors... When one is confronted with an instinctual design
in the presence
of no apparent self-regarding intelligence, one can be led to
the
observation (to paraphrase Shakespeare) that there are more things
betwixt
heaven and hell than are in our philosophy..."
He raised his face toward where he imagined the Moon to be and
said one
word aloud. "Hurry."
A minute later, Tony came running out of the Eagle carrying three
hatchets and several rolls of fabric. He handed a hatchet to
Koenig as he
said, "I could only find three, Commander."
"They'll have to do. Helena, you take the third for now.
When Alan comes
back, give it to him and stay in the Eagle." John rapidly
attached the
hatchet to his right leg, twirling the fabric and tying it to
act as a
strap. Tony and Helena did the same, all the while looking up
and around
toward the perimeters of the clearing.
Back
on Alpha, Victor, Kano, and Sandra watched the vector of the
energy
release. It peaked, its motion stopped completely, and reduced
to a pattern
that looked suspiciously like... a life reading. Victor looked
at Kano.
"David, run a computer check. Are we receiving a life reading
from that same
spot?"
David Kano walked over to the Command Centre wall computer and
pressed
the necessary keys. He removed the print-out. "Computer
verifies. A definite
life reading." He exchanged perplexed glances with Victor
and Sandra, and
Victor activated the nearest communications console to report
the finding to
John. |