Peter Hamilton - The Temporal Void

Aaron produced a tight smile. Took a step forward.

Corrie-Lyn screamed at the pain as his foot came down on her ankle.

Inigo lunged forward, hitting Aaron with a rugby-style tackle. It barely moved him. For emphasis, Aaron held the position for another few seconds before slowly and deliberately taking his foot off and stepping back.

Corrie-Lyn whimpered, and gripped her ankle where the hot pain was still firing into her flesh. There were tears in her eyes. 'Don't, she whispered fearfully.

'The medical chamber is in the main cabin, Aaron said, and held his hand out.

'Where's the crew? she asked.

'They stepped out for a moment. Aaron paused, thinking. 'They might be some time.

Corrie-Lyn ignored his hand. Inigo helped her up. They hobbled after Aaron through the door into the main cabin.

'Oh Lady! Corrie-Lyn's free hand came up to cup her mouth. She really felt the bile rising in her gullet at the sight which greeted her.

The starship's main cabin was a circular room about seven metres across. Several items of furniture were extruded from the plyplastic walls and floor. Some had twisted and locked into strange shapes. A lot of the equipment modules sunk flush with the walls were damaged. Most had suffered some kind of physical impact, leaving their casings buckled and broken. Others were melted along with the wall around them, leaving soot marks scarring the ceiling. That wasn't what drew her eye. There was blood on the floor. Big puddles of the grisly fluid that had been sloshing around in the starship's erratic acceleration. Now it was congealing. There was blood on the walls; broad splash patterns radiating out from the burn scars. There was blood on the ceiling in long splatter trails.

'Monster! she groaned though clenched teeth.

'Let's get one thing quite clear, Aaron said as he ordered the smartcore to activate the one surviving medical cabinet. 'I am not a good man. I am not a bad man. I am simply a man with a job to do. I will complete that job. Nothing must prevent that. Nothing.

Corrie-Lyn gave Inigo a broken look. She could see how scared he was; an expression she'd never seen on his face before. Not Inigo. Not the man who was going to lead them all to a chance at a beautiful life.

'What job? Inigo asked, with considerable dignity.

A small muscle flexed in Aaron's jaw. 'I apologize. I'm not sure.

'Not sure!

Aaron gave Corrie-Lyn a modest shrug. 'You know how it is.

'He's not a man, she growled out. 'He's a biological killing machine. And he's so pitiful he doesn't even know why.

'So there you have it, Aaron said. He looked over at the medical cabinet which had rolled out of the wall. It did have a scorch mark on its silver casing, but the malmetal lid split open, and the management system reported full functionality even if some systems were running on back-up.

'I'm not getting in that, Corrie-Lyn yelped.

'You are, Aaron said. 'One way or another. Of course Inigo's u-shadow will have complete control of your treatment. But I need you intact and healthy. As well as your physical injuries, you picked up a bad dose of radiation back there.

She glanced at Inigo, who shrugged.

'You need her healthy? Inigo said. 'Why?

'She's my leverage, Aaron said bluntly. 'She guarantees your good behaviour.

'Shoot me, Corrie-Lyn implored Inigo. 'Use your biononics like a weapon again. Please. He can't be allowed to succeed.

Inigo stared at her for a long moment. He bowed his head.

'Now we have that out of the way, please get in, Aaron said with a polite gesture at the medical cabinet.

Corrie-Lyn limped over to it and sat on the edge. Inigo helped her to remove her clothes, then eased her back. The lid slid over her. She was sobbing as she lost consciousness.

According to Corrie-Lyn's secondary thought routines the medical cabinet took four hours to reset and bind her arm in a toughened dermal layer, de-stress the bad sprain around her ankle, and decontaminate her skin and blood. Inigo had also got it to issue some kind of anti-depressant sedative. She lay there in the warm dry darkness for several minutes after she woke, reluctant to get out and see how much worse their lives had become. Eventually, she sighed and told her u-shadow to open the lid.

Inigo was there, leaning over with his face showing a gentle concern.

'How do you feel? he asked.

'Like the Waterwalker on top of the mountain after Salrana's death.

Inigo stroked her hair tenderly. 'Nothing we face is ever going to be that bad.

'Ha, she said indignantly. 'That bastard's not human, although he's got the psychopath trait nailed pretty good. She sat up to see Aaron on the other side of the cabin, smiling modestly. 'Are your dreams still punishing you? she growled at him as she crossed her arms over her bare breasts. 'Hope so. One day you'll drown in all that shit sloshing round in your head.

'Well, well, it is true, Aaron grinned. 'You can take the girl out of Sampalok, but you can't take Sampalok out of the girl.

'What the crap do you know about the Waterwalker's life you subsentient biobot fuckhead.

'Welcome back, Corrie-Lyn. This party just wouldn't be the same without you.

Inigo handed her a robe that was several sizes too big. Corrie-Lyn wrapped herself in it with angry motions, then swung her feet out of the cabinet. She drew back abruptly, remembering what had been on the floor as she went in.

The blood had gone. She gave the cabin a careful examination. Apart from the bent equipment and misshapen furniture, it was relatively clean.

'Some of the servicebots still work, Inigo said. 'I've had them cleaning things up.

'Huh, she grunted and climbed out. 'So, going to start threatening me?

Aaron scratched behind his ear. 'No.

'Why not? I thought you said I was your leverage. Go ahead, get your kicks slicing bits off. I won't disappoint. I promise I'll scream lots. The bravado was making her legs shake.

'Damn, and you think my brain's damaged.

'Fuck you.

Aaron gave Inigo a genuinely curious look. 'Whatever did you two have back in the day?

'Love. Inigo's arm went round her shoulder. 'I doubt that's in your memories.

'No. I have to admit it ain't dinging any bells. But I understand the principles. And who knows, if I eat my greens and stay out of trouble maybe I'll find a nice girl who'll like me for what I am. Just like this one does you.

Corrie-Lyn took a step forward, her hand bunching into a fist. Inigo pulled her back. 'Will you two behave yourselves? And you, this is hardly professional.

'I know, Aaron said. 'Truce?

'If I ever get the chance to slit your throat while you're sleeping, I promise I'll cut long and deep.

Even Inigo gave her a strange look at that. She remained unrepentant.

'I did save your lives back there, Aaron said in a mildly injured tone.

'We were only in that much trouble because of you.

'Really? Think on this. The people following us to find Inigo wanted him dead, very badly dead. They would have found him eventually. Thanks to you and me teaming up, we got here first.

'And who is left alive on Hanko to thank you for that?

'All right, enough, Inigo said, squeezing her arm. 'We are still alive, for which I acknowledge our debt. But you have to admit, having you come for me as part of some Faction's ideological wish-fulfilment isn't great for me.

'I don't know what's in store for you, Aaron said. 'But how bad can it be?

Inigo said nothing. Corrie-Lyn was disconcerted by the way his gaiamotes had closed off again, isolating his emotions. She was so used to sharing her every feeling with him. Seventy years ago .

'So who are you taking me to? Inigo asked.

Aaron had the grace to look uncomfortable.