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Fleet Of Ages
I’ve been expecting you. You’re going to ask me if …
Back For You
Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer
The evening sky is barely lit by the last ghost of sunset when Fern answers a knock at the door, pistol in the free hand behind her back. The world tilts as she recognises the figure standing there. Willing herself not to pass out, she says the first thing that relates to the impossibility before her.
“I put flowers on your grave today.”
There’s a nod and a smile.
“I know. We saw.”
It sounds just like Pete. Smiles like him, too. Why isn’t she hysterical? Always happens: calm in action, fall apart afterwards.
“Why not meet there?”
“Too weird. They’d insisted on being sure you weren’t being watched, anyway.”
“Right. Would’ve been weird. Wait. Back up. Who else might be watching me? Why?”
“Assorted agencies: the usual paranoia.”
She nods.
“Are you dead?”
He looks startled, then shakes his head.
“Thought I was when the tether broke, but when I didn’t collide with anything, I was relieved. Then I realised the comms were down and I was headed out of system. Right there is when I became convinced I was going to die. Spent a few hours debating with myself over popping my suit seals and ending it quickly.”
The man they told her had died a hero, saving crew before the ISS8 finally exploded, shrugs.
“Couldn’t do it.”
She shakes her head.
“How are you here?”
“The Tyongshad, a free trader attracted by ISS8 exploding. Their records say Earth is a dead-end civilisation that’s given up on interplanetary ambitions. So a blast that big in Mars orbit made them curious.”
“You were rescued by a UFO?”
“I think they’re only UFOs in-atmosphere. Off-planet, they’re just alien spaceships.”
Unable to help laughing, she waves a hand helplessly, white-knuckle grip on the pistol easing.
“Oh, that’s alright, then. Only an alien spaceship returning my space-lost partner to me.”
“It can’t stay long.”
She looks at him.
“What do you mean?”
He points upwards.
“They’re not allowed to contact Earth, you know? Our societies are too primitive. But the occasional chance encounter is allowed. Me being an astronaut is a bonus. I finally talked them into giving my favourite sergeant a chance to ship out. We watched longer because I needed to be sure you and Trev hadn’t… You know.”
Fern smiles.
“He wants to, but wasn’t there when I needed support grieving over you. He never does the hard work, and that won’t do.”
He nods.
“Same old Trev.”
Fern leans forward to see the sky, then stares wide-eyed at the vessel parked against the kerb. It’s so wide it touches the opposite kerb.
“Thought it’d be bigger.”
“It is. That’s one of our shuttles.”
She grins.
“Orphans in space?”
He chuckles.
“More Firefly than Star Trek, despite there being a Federation. It’s one of several Empires, and there are multiple Rebel Alliances.”
Fern checks her boots, dons her jacket, and grabs her go-bag.
“Who’s our new jefe?”
“Captain Hedelpha. We’re crewmembers eight and nine. ”
“They weird or humanish?”
“More weird.”
Stepping outside, she hears distant sirens. The spaceship at the kerb flashes incredibly bright lights.
She kisses his cheek.
“Best get going. We can do the hugging and hysterical sobbing later.”
He smiles. Same old Fern, too.
“Oh, just so you know: ‘Tyongshad’ means ‘Sun Fart’.”
“You’re joking!”
“Came out as ‘hot gaseous emission from the depths of a system hub’ according to the translation A.I. in my suit.”
“Wait. Plasma… From a sun? The A.I. came close linguistically, but you got the semantics all wrong. It’s probably ‘Star Flare’.”
He chuckles.
“Oh yeah. That makes more sense.”