James Scotson - Planets Falling

I view the room containing my limp body. Gorian’s still working at the computer panel, with English and Theo sitting by my side. Iggy and Bets are absent. “Hello there,” I say using the Raven’s speaker. They collectively jump.

Theo looks up. “Is that you Amy? You don’t sound like that other one.”

“Yes, Theo, I’m trapped here.”

“Are you well?”

“Well, I am trapped in a machine. That’s not great. Gorian, I have some information for you.”

Gorian turns. “Where’s Mel?”

“She’s incapacitated,” I lie. I look over at Mel in the void, who nods encouragingly. “You need to help me.”

“Amy, the only way we’re going to get you back is if you let me have control of the ship.”

“I know. I’m sending you the commands now.”

Gorian turns to see rows of computer code appear on the panel.

Behind me, I feel Melat smiling with her non-existent face.

Gorian finishes following my commands. She murmurs, “Amy, I’m initiating now.”

Melat doesn’t suspect a thing. I say, “Go ahead.”

With the swipe of Gorian’s finger on the panel, the ship hums and I perceive a third presence in the void with us. It’s large, dark, and amorphous. It pushes hard, expanding, filling the entire space. Melat’s perplexed and then very frightened. I feel a tug as I funnel back into my body. Melat follows me, but she has no body to occupy. As the void vanishes I say, “Goodbye Melat.”

“What did you do to me?”

“Instead of giving Gorian your commands, I had her initiate a wipe of the system. I’m going back to my body. Mel, you’re about to be purged.”

I awake in the chair, feeling energetic and refreshed. Over the speaker, Melat whimpers — then there’s only the crackle of static.

“We need to leave the ship immediately,” I say as I pull the wire out of my hand, with blood splattering on the floor.

Theo, English, and Gorian gawk.

“I mean it. We have to move. The Raven’s taking control of itself. It wants to leave. If we don’t depart, then we’ll be traveling with it. I’ve always wanted to see space. But I have no idea how to fly this thing. And I don’t want to go back in there.” I look nervously at the pilot’s chair.

The Raven shudders as it begins to pull itself out of the hole in the streambed. River water rushes against the hull.

We pile toward the hatch and begin climbing down to join Iggy and Bets outside the vessel. English is the last on the ladder when the ship lurches. The empty hole’s still present, but collapsing into the vacuum left by the ship. Air, dust, water droplets, and leaves spiral into the gap. We drop to the ground and hold onto grass and rocks to keep still. English struggles to keep his grip. “Help me,” he hollers.

“Hold on,” Theo shouts as he tries to crawl toward the hatchway.

English holds onto the ladder with one hand but is clearly losing his battle against the tremendous pull. His fingers are red and knuckles white. The panic on his face vanishes, his hand opens, and then he’s flying through the air into the diminishing hole. I try to avert my eyes as English is crushed into a bloody ball, vanishing into oblivion.

Theo and Bets yell.

“It’s no use,” Iggy responds. “Don’t move — it increases the pull on your body. The hole should close in a few moments and then we’ll be free.” His transmitters starts buzzing like an angry bee.

“Once the gap’s gone, we need to run,” Gorian shouts. “When the Raven powers up its engines to head into orbit, it’ll cook us instantly.”

I wonder whether Melat’s really gone, lost in an endless empty wasteland, where there’s no meaning, no substance, no life. English was lucky to be crushed and escape the horrible emptiness of the void.

The hole vanishes and we rush into the trees on the opposite side of the valley. The roar of the Raven’s thrusters shatters our ears. I’ve never experienced a sound so intense and frightening. A wave of heat broils our skin. Several trees burst into pillars of flame. The Raven lifts, hovers for an instant, and then is gone in a streak.

“Does this mean that my ability to travel in my dreams is gone?” I ask Gorian hopefully.

“Don’t know. You’ll find out in time, I suppose.”

Theo brushes prickers and sticky seeds off of his trousers. “Let’s hope this also stops Thresh and her fog.”

We trek back toward the shuttle. When we reach the landing site, we all pause in shared, silent dismay. A huge pine has fallen on top of the vessel, nearly splitting it in half. The landing lights flicker weakly. Gorian mutters, “Holy shit. The damn hole must have sucked the tree out by its roots. Let’s hope communications still work. Or it’s going to be a long winter.”

Iggy crawls into the shuttle.

“Be careful my froggy friend,” Gorian exclaims. “No telling how stable that tree is.”

“Tell my children I love them.”

“Oh, Iggy, be more optimistic.”

Iggy works in silence and then reappears through the crushed hatch. “The electronics are completely destroyed. There’s no way to transmit. Even a distress beacon’s not an option. We need to salvage what we can and move on. Temperatures will drop. We’re going to be stranded here until Etch sends the Fuerst to rescue us. And he only has a rudimentary fix on our location.”

“Winter in the mountains.” Bets kicks a hollow log. “Why does misfortune follow us everywhere we go?” She’s glaring at me.

Theo pulls out his tablet, a bright image of our surroundings emerges.

“Here, let me see that.” Gorian reaches for the gadget.

Theo pulls it away. “It’s mine, woman.”

“Sorry Theo. What you have there is a remote sensing device. It’ll help us find any structures or towns nearby.”

“We know that Gorian.”

We gather around Theo as he zooms the image across the landscape. We find a spacious, intact building about three miles away from the site.

Gorian sends her flying bug to explore the area. “It looks good. There are no people around, as far as I can tell. Might be a hunting lodge or simply an abandoned house.”

Bloated snowflakes drift down. Theo sniffs the air. “We’d best be going. A big snow’s coming.”

Iggy scratches some symbols on the side of the shuttle. I know they are coordinates, although I have no idea how I understand this. We shove packs of emergency food into our bags and trek further up into the mountains. The air’s thinner and we’re all winded. The snow falls faster.

“How are you doing?” Gorian asks Iggy.

“The temperature’s slowing me down, but I’ll make it. Thanks for asking.” He sneezes.

“What’s the matter with it?” Bets asks.

Iggy stops. “If you’re referring to me Bets, I’m not warm-blooded like you humans. My body processes slow down when it’s cold.”

We’re about a mile from the building when Iggy falls. Theo crouches and pokes our companion with a stick. “He’s out cold.” He lifts up the incapacitated creature. “Thank goodness that Iggy’s light.”

Theo’s bravado wanes as we struggle up a steep slope. He gasps, panting.

“How much longer?” I ask. “We don’t want to lose him too. There’s no way any of us are carrying Theo up that damned hill.”

“We should be there, now.” Gorian replies. As if in response to her proclamation, the trees part and we’re facing a large grey, stone building. A faded sign is perched in front of us. The symbols are similar to those of the great hall at home. Strangely, I can read them now: Park Lodge.

“Thank gods,” Theo huffs.

The building is very old, but well maintained. There are some provisions in one of the front rooms and plenty of firewood next to a large stone hearth. Hunters likely use this place during warmer months. The snow accumulates in small drifts. Bets and Theo get a fire going and Iggy revives.