For the
next sixteen hours or so, we talked about our lives, gossiped about celebrities,
played games, and napped. Zhoven was a
very pleasant traveling companion and by the time we'd reached the Afgar system,
I'd developed more than a passing lust; it was a full-on
crush.
He nudged
me with his elbow and I woke to see a large shining dot in the window; the
Afgar's red giant.
Basic
scanning technology came standard on most vehicles and while it wasn't exactly
UA issue, it was all I had. I knew that
the scanners aboard a United Alliance cruiser would pick up more than a personal
vehicle but desperation could also be a powerful
tool.
Zhoven,
however, wasn't using his scanners. He
was simply staring out the window. "The
reports say that their vehicle was found near Afgar II,
right?"
"Yeah."
"I'm
seeing a wave-length I don't understand."
I'd
forgotten that Roens had the ability to see beyond a Human's capability. Roens not only could see temperature
differentials but also some wave lengths most species
couldn't.
"What
about the scanners?" I asked. The
readouts were blank and I wondered if he'd even powered them
up.
"I checked
before I woke you. Nothing."
"But my
parents are Human. They wouldn't have
been drawn in by something they couldn't see and the cruisers would've picked up
something if it were there." Now look
who was being the cynical one.
"Maybe
they were drawn in by something they could see." He pointed out the window at... well,
nothing. "That's an energy
wave-length. It's weaker and of a
different build than anything else around it. Maybe there was a ship out here.
Shall we follow the signal?"
"Uh...
yeah. Of course."
He steered
the vehicle on manual, following something invisible. We followed that "nothing" for the next
couple of hours at a steady pace.
"What
would cause a vehicle to just drop out of grav?" I
asked.
"It
could've detected something in the flight path, another grav drive maybe. Or maybe it was a
malfunction."
"But you
don't think so..."
He shook
his head. "Something was out here and I bet they followed it in, just like
this."
I could've
continued to ask questions but I knew Zhoven wouldn't have the answers. I watched him stare out the window and steer.
Suddenly, the vehicle lurched, knocking
me back into my seat.
"Gravity
well," Zhoven said.
"You can
see a gravity well?"
"No, but I
know them when I run through them. This
is really odd."
I kept
trying to see what he was seeing, even though I knew better. It was like trying to order the lights on in
a room when you know the power is down.
"What?"
"The
signal... there's no break. There should
be a break from the gravity well."
The ship
stumbled again. And then
again.
"Where are
we? Are we near Afgar II?"
"Almost."
When the
ship shuddered again, Zhoven flipped on the sensor
equipment.
"Could the
gravity wells be responsible for the vehicle
wreckage?"
"No. It's just a space bump. It's not going to hurt anyone unless they are
zipping along at high speeds. But there really shouldn't be so many of
them."
I could
see the sensor display from my seat.
"They aren't registering on your sensors."
He sighed
and the ship dipped again. "This entire
area is flooded with something artificial."
"How can
you tell?"
"Because
there's no way that I wouldn't detect at least some of these wells unless this
area was flooded with something to mask it."
"Like to
mask all sensors? Make it look like
nothing was here?"
"Right."
"Wouldn't
the cruisers have suspected something if they couldn't detect the gravity
wells?" The UA cruisers had said they'd performed a thorough investigation of
the area. My heart fluttered. What if they
hadn't?
"Cruisers
are too big to physically feel the wells. They wouldn't have known they were
there anyway."
We both
knew the implications of what we'd found.
It might've meant that the cruiser's sensors had simply been blocked and
that there really was a chance that my mom and dad were on the planet. Renewed
hope flooded over me, filling me with new energy.
"You're
forgetting the most obvious question, Lenya."
My mental
celebration halted.
"Huh?"
"Someone
had to have flooded the area on purpose to keep something hidden. I'm guessing they've used a form of barium
energy. Barium energy, in its pure state, will create gravity wells and block
key sensor nodes." As if on cue, the
ship quivered again.
I knew
what he was suggesting, but my mind refused to process it, like maybe if I
didn't think about it, it wouldn't be true.
Unfortunately, he said it aloud, and suddenly, I had more
to worry about than whether or not my parents were lost on some random
planet.
"I think
there may be a Snarl base somewhere out here."
"But...
we're in UA territory."
"The
galaxy is a war zone, Lenya. Infiltration is a common strategy. We need to get out of here now and send a
fleet. But we can't engage the grav drive until we've cleared these
wells."
The second
planet loomed in the distance, looking a little like a marble among the stars.
My breath came in rapid pants and my heart started hammering my chest. Zhoven's fingers flew over the comm console
as he simultaneously steered the ship in the opposite direction. The marble fell
behind us. The ship bucked again.
"What are
you doing?" I asked, the tension evident in my
tone.
"I'm
sending a message to the base." He locked eyes with me in what initially looked
like an attempt to comfort me. He failed
miserably. "It's a long flight out of
this system. We might not get out of here
before..."
He didn’t
finish his sentence.
All I saw
was a flash of light and then total darkness.
***
I'd been dreaming of my parents,
remembering some of the routine things I'd often overlooked. Most mornings, Dad
would fetch his compad and a cup of black coffee, then go sit on one of the
living room chairs where he felt the need to stretch his legs out and put his
feet up on the coffee table. Almost
every morning, Mom would come out of the bedroom fiddling with her hair or
smoothing her uniform. "Get those
stinky feet off my table!" she'd chide, and he'd remove them long enough for
her to go into the kitchen. Once she was out of the room, back on the table his
feet went, and he'd continue reading the morning news as if he'd never been
interrupted. It had almost seemed like a game to
them.
I
remembered in my dream that I'd simply sat on the couch, staring at my father as
if I didn't know him, or was confused about why he was there. I didn't speak to
him; I just stared, feeling as though maybe I was underwater in which one
nostril was below the surface and one nostril was above. I could breathe, but it
never seemed like there was enough air. And then I realized that it was sorrow I
felt and when I remembered why, I opened my mouth to finally speak to
him.
But then I
woke. When that first bout of
consciousness rolled through my foggy head, I shut my eyes tight and tried to
will the dream back. But as hard as I
tried, I couldn't fall into that pit of sleep
again.
A tear
escaped as I realized just how much I missed them. I needed to--no, I had to--find them.
Then I remembered...
My entire
body jerked fully awake. All around me
was darkness. I rose quickly but ended up crashing my head against something
hard and stars burst in front of my eyes as pain slashed through the top of my
head. I tried to keep my grunting and
whining to a minimum. I didn't want to attract any attention just
yet.
After the
worst of the pain subsided, I started feeling around me. The dark space, which was only large enough
to hold my body, was hard and seemed to have the inconsistent rolls and curves
of rock. It was slightly damp, too, and I heard running water from somewhere. I
thought I might be in a cave.
They'd
gotten us. The Snarls had gotten us.
My back pain saga takes yet another turn. As I mentioned
last time, I had another MRI done, per doctor's orders, after a two week round
of Cymbalta and Lyrica didn't work to alleviate the pain. (Not only did it not alleviate the pain, I
had to deal with very unpleasant side effects.)
So my doc says there wasn't anything on my MRI that showed up other than
"normal wear and tear" and for a 34-year-old, that statement doesn't
even make sense. But since I'm still in
pain, they sent me back to the neurosurgeon's office (as I'd predicted). The doc who did my
discectomy a little over a year ago took a job elsewhere so I had to see the
other neurosurgeon, who also said he saw nothing of significance on my
MRI. Now this is where it gets tricky; I read the report from the doctor who read my MRI and he
mentioned a few bulges, stenosis, and degenerative disc but these other doctors didn't think
it was significant enough to warrant my pain which is especially confusing to me.
