+--------------------------------------------------+ | Sid Meier's Alpha Centauri Strategy Guide for PC | | Author: Jim Chamberlin | | Last Time Updated: 09/03/99 | +--------------------------------------------------+ I have included the fictional story about Alpha Centauri. It's long, but you may be able to find out what exactly happened to cause everything. The srory is owned by Firaxis Games, so I credit them with the great story. I hope you enjoy it. For those of you who are Alpha Centauri fanatics, there is some great news. It turns out that there will be an add- on package. I believe it's due for release in the 4th Quarter of this year. A rumor was for release in October, but who knows. It's called Sid Meier's Alien Crossfire. I'll keep you posted for more details, when I get around to it. One of the features is the ability to make your own faction right in the game. One other thing is with any add- on package, you need the original game. I might also be putting in the story of how Alpha Centauri happened. It'll include all the details. By details, I'm referring to the spaceflight and the splitting up of the factions. I do give a brief description in the guide of this, but the story will probably add on an extra 75 pages or so. I'm still waiting from Firaxis, since they own the rights to the story. I hope they give me permission, so I can let everyone know what all happened. At this moment, I am in the beginning stages of a rather large update to this strategy guide. This one update is likely to either double or triple the current size of the strategy guide. Instead of updating it and sending it to various web sites which already have this guide many times during the renovation, I'm just going to do it in one big shot. This will take awhile, since I am extremely busy with other strategy guides. This one is one of my top priorities, though. My WWF Attitude strategy guide for Sony PlayStation is my top priority, as of now. This guide was produced for no one in particular. It's basically a quick reference guide with a few tips to keep in mind. If you haven't read the manual that coincides with the game, don't worry about it. This guide will replace the guide in most instances. However, to learn the menus and general interface, you may wish to read the respective parts of the manual. If you have any questions, e- mail me at: jjchamber4@aol.com. ====================================== Table of Contents -------------------------------------- I. Introduction II. The Factions III. Landmarks IV. Secret Projects V. Facilities VI. Technologies VII. Planetary Council Proposals VIII. Citizens IX. General Tips X. Hot Keys XI. Credits/Links XII. Farewell! ====================================== I. Introduction ====================================== Soon after the new millennium begins, war and disease take over and destroy Earth. The U.N. ordered a mission to colonize another planet, before it was too late. The mission, Unity, was to send enough people and supplies to Chiron, in the Alpha Centauri system. Space travel is very difficult. Despite this, Unity was able to launch off. An unexpected reactor meltdown damaged the ship on the way to Chiron. The meltdown damaged the communications equipment and contact with Earth is lost. The most powerful leaders have built factions and surrounded themselves with followers. The U.N. Starship Unity ends up splitting up into seven pods, each containing a faction. It's up to us to become the supreme leader and expand our faction at all costs. ===================================== II. The Factions ===================================== There are seven factions of refugees from the disastrous destruction of the U.N. Starship Unity. Each faction is guided by the vision of its leader. These visions, in turn, give each faction a unique set of advantages and disadvantages. By comparing the strengths of your faction to the parameters of a customized planet, you can either give yourself an edge against the other factions, or set yourself a unique challenge to overcome. GAIA'S STEPDAUGHTERS (LED BY LADY DEIRDRE SKYE) The Gaians are determined not to repeat the environmental mistakes of old Earth. They seek to live at peace with Planet. They start out with the Centauri Ecology technology and advanced abilities to interact with the native life, including the ability to move freely through xenofungus squares and gather extra nutrients from fungus. Their empathy with Planet gives them the ability to place ravaging wild mind worms directly under their control. Even when your capture attempt fails and normal combat results, a victory gives you energy credits harvested from the dead worms. However, remember that Psi combat depends on morale only, so be sure your explorers rate as disciplined or higher unless you are in the first few years after Planetfall, when weak Mind Worms abound. Their experience with recycling systems make their bases more efficient, but their pacifist leanings undermine the abilities of their military units, and they resent police control in times of crisis. Because of negative environmental consequences, the Gaians can not make the "Free Market Economics" social choice. If you explore a sea Unity Pod with a combat ship or a full transport, the pod yields an Isle of the Deep more frequently. Reason: If you don't have an empty transport bay, the game rolls and re- rolls for the pod contents until you get something that doesn't need an empty bay- often, an Isle of the Deep. +1 Planet +2 Efficiency -1 Morale -1 Police +1 Nutrients in fungus squares May not use Free Market economics Aggression: Pacifist Priorities: Explore Starting Technology: Centauri Ecology Agenda: Green Aversion: Free Market _Land Bases_ Gaia's Landing Mindworm Pass Lucky Autumn Gaia's High Garden Blackroot Palace Dreams of Green Forest Primeval Greenhouse Gate The Lines Children of Earth Razorbeak Wood Velvetgrass Point Vale of Winds Last Rose of Summer Song of Planet Nescus Shining Autumn Grove Lily of the Valley Silverbird Park The Flowers Preach Virgin Soil Fallow Time Resplendent Oak Garden of Paradise Thorny Vineyard Chiron Preserve Memory of Earth _Water Bases_ Garden of the Deep Deirdre's Fishery Water Garden Great Lagoon Falling Water Ocean Flower Sea Cradle Garden of Fishes _Maximizing Native Forces_ - The Xenoempathy Dome and Pholus Mutagen Secret Projects each confer a +1 lifecycle bonus on any native unit you build. - Native units built in a base with a Biology Lab, Centauri Preserve, or Temple of Planet receive a +1 lifecycle bonus. This bonus is cumulative; if a base has all three of these improvements, a native unit will begin as a formidable Mature Boil. Add the above Secret Projects to the mix, and you could be instantly producing the awe- aspiring Demon Boils. - Two more Secret Projects can make your native units virtually unbeatable: The Dream Twister (+50% to Psi attack) and the Neural Amplifier (+50% to Psi defense). - Choose the 'Green' Economy model from the Social Engineering Screen, available with the discovery of Centauri Empathy (E3). This moves your Planet rating to +3, giving you a 75% chance to capture native forms and a whopping 30% bonus in Psi combat. - Be sure to upgrade your native units using monoliths. Since Psi combat depends only on lifecycle/ morale status, it is imperative that your Mind Worms be as advanced as possible before joining battle. - Stick to the fungus. Any native unit gets a combat bonus when in the xenofungus, unless the other participant is also a native unit, and Mind Worms also use the fungus as roads. - Remember that native units don't get a 'hasty assault' penalty when attacking with partial movement points. Even if you're down to 1/3 of a movement point, charge away! - Don't rely solely on native units. Once an enemy wises up to your native force, they may send anti- Psi units equipped with some nasty special abilities: Empath Song (+50% to Psi attack) and Hypnotic Trance (+50% to Psi defense). Keep some conventional units on hand to deal with these guys. _Weakness: Morale_ Early in the game, particularly if you haven't captured the first Mind Worm, the Gaians often prove easy pickings for any faction with military muscle. - The Command Nexus, Cyborg Factory, and Maritime Control Center Secret Projects all increase unit morale. - These base facilities also increase unit morale: Command Center (land units), Aerospace Complex (air units), Naval Yard (naval units), and Bioenhancement Center (ALL unit types). - Several socioeconomic choices also increase morale, including the Fundamentalist, Power, and Thought Control choices. - Monoliths can upgrade your units. - Build units with the High Morale special ability. HUMAN HIVE (LED BY CHAIRMAN SHENG- JI YANG) This faction is ruled under harsh collectivist/ authoritarian principles. The good of the individual is totally subordinate to the state. They are isolationist, and militaristic. The Hive begins with the Doctrine: Loyalty technology. Their bases are built underground, giving them the equivalent of a pre- installed Perimeter Defense facility. This means that you don't have to produce a ton of defensive units in the beginning. More resources can be used to produce a solid infrastructure and empire expansion. This basically means that the Hive should try to build new colonies as quickly as possible. Experienced Hive players have been known to produce nothing but Colony Pods for the first fifty years, except for the "Headquarters" base. This base is usually left for the Secret Projects. If you were to attack and take over one of the Hive's bases, you had better know that you can back it up from either the Hive or the other factions. It's hard to win the base right back. Their population growth and industrial development are above average, but their economy tends to lag behind others. The Hive can not make the "Democratic" social choice. +1 Growth +1 Industry -2 Economy Underground bunkers May not use Democratic politics Aggression: Aggressive Priorities: Conquer, Build Starting Technology: Doctrine: Loyalty Agenda: Police State Aversion: Democracy _Land Bases_ The Hive Discipline Tubes Factory Maze Sheng-ji Yang Base Laborer's Throng Unity Lair Worker's Nest Unification Cavern Society Grid People's Teeming Social Engineering Den Great Collective Great Clustering The Labyrinth Proletarian Knot Manufacturing Warrens Paradise Swarming Socialism Tunnels Watcher's Eye Communal Nexus The Drove Mound Working Man Hold Social Artery Plex Anthill Huddling of the People Seat of Proper Thought Deep Passages Yang Mine The Leader's Horde Fellowship City Hole of Aspiration Chairman's Burrow People's Endeavor The Colony Labor Network Fecundity Tower Industrial Crawling _Water Bases_ Sea Collective Port Yang Ocean Core Deep Community Factory Drift Deep Clustering Sea Hive _Maximizing Your Growth Strategies_ - Build The Weather Paradigm as soon as possible. This Secret Project decreases the time it takes to build enhancements in a square by 50%. You can build farms and mines quickly, enabling you to grow your population and its productive capacity even faster. You won't have to build as many Former units, freeing up resources for other construction priorities. - Two Secret Projects really maximize your growth potential: The Planetary Transit System, which causes all new bases to start at size three, and the Cloning Vats, which causes a population boom at all of your bases. Additionally, the Children's Creche and Sky Hydroponics Lab base facilities improve your growth rate. - The Planned and Eudaimonic social engineering choices also improve your growth rate. With version two and higher of the game, the Hive suffers no negative efficiency from any social choice, so there's no downside to a Planned Economy. - Discover Gene Splicing (B3) as soon as possible, so you can remove the nutrient production restrictions that keep you from harvesting more than two nutrients from a square each turn. _Weakness: Low Efficiency_ - Build more solar collectors, particularly on rivers or at high altitudes. If you have the Weather Paradigm, you can quickly implement this method of increasing your energy. Be sure to discover Environmental Economics (B5) so you can collect more than two energy per square each turn. - Build the Merchant Exchange Secret Project (+1 Energy in every square in a base). Also, the Recycling Tanks and Orbital Power Transmitter base facilities help offset a low Economy rating. - Increase your Economy through the following engineering choices: Free Market, Wealth, and Eudaimonic. UNIVERSITY OF PLANET (LED BY ACADEMICIAN PROKHOR ZAKHAROV) The University is completely dedicated to research and the free exchange of information. They are rumored to sometimes put the pursuit of knowledge ahead of ethics. They start the game with the Information Networks technology and one additional bonus technology. Each University base receives a free Network Node when founded. The University's research progresses quickly, but their open- access philosophy makes them susceptible to attacks by covert "Probe Teams," while their callous elitism can easily lead to unrest among the workers. The University can not make the "Fundamentalist" social choice. +2 Research -2 Probe Free network node at every base One bonus tech at beginning of game Extra drone for every four citizens May not use Fundamentalist Politics Aggression: Erratic Priorities: Discover Starting Technology: Information Networks, +1 bonus tech Agenda: Knowledge Aversion: Fundamentalist _Land Bases_ University Base Academy Park Lab Three Library of Planet Planetary Archives Razvitia Progress Base Cosmograd Budushii Dvor Tsiolkovsky Institute Mendelev College Nauk Science Center Zarya Sunrise Nadezjda Hope Academgorodok Koppernick Observatory Svobodny Free Base Zvedney Gorodok Baikonur Bibliotyek Science Bibliotyek Letters Climactic Research Monitoring Station Buran Prospect Mir Lab Relativity School Pavlov Biolab Lomonosov Park Korolev Center Gargarin Memorial New Arzamas Otkrietia Discovery Zoloto Gold Edinstvo Unity _Water Bases_ The Marine Institute Marine Biology Lab Oceanographic Lab Hydrothermal Institute Deep Sea Lab _Capitalize On Your Tech Advantage_ - Seek out Unity Pods for their alien artifacts. Alien Artifacts have exceptional value to Zakharov, since the University possess a Network Node in every base. In most cases, you can immediately link any artifacts to a Network Node for a bonus advanced tech. - Build the Merchant Exchange and the Supercollider Secret Projects in the same base. Many players think of the Merchant Exchange as a Morganite Secret Project, but the Exchange is invaluable for anyone pursuing a tech game because it increases the amount of energy produced. When you build the Supercollider (+100% Labs) in the same lab, the bonus to your research is greatly increased. Build the Theory of Everything for another +100% Labs in the same base and watch your Labs production go through the roof. - Other Secret Projects and base facilities that increase your research: The Universal Translator (Two Free Techs), The Network Backbone (Labs Bonus), Biology Lab, Fusion Lab, Quantum Lab, Research Hospital, and Nanohospital. Again, building the facilities in the same base as the Secret Projects mentioned above will have a stunning effect on your research. - Add to your +2 Research by choosing the Knowledge and Cybernetic social engineering settings. You can increase your research rate by as much as 50% in this manner. - Be sure to build plenty of solar collectors around your bases, since your research directly depends on the amount of energy harvested each turn. _Weaknesses: Probe Teams and Drones_ - The Hunter- Seeker Algorithm renders all your bases and units immune to enemy infiltration, solving your Probe Team problems. - The Virtual World is a must- have for the University. This Secret Project makes every Network Node do double duty as a Hologram Theater, offsetting many drone problems with two talents per base. The University with the Virtual World means that any new base founded by Zakharov receives a free Network Node and a Hologram Theater, an unbeatable combination. - The Human Genome Project, Longevity Vaccine, and Ascetic Values can also help with controlling the drones. And the Telepathic Matric permanently gets rid of drone riots as well as increasing your probe rating, making it another Project tailor- made for the wise University leader. - The Thought Control social engineering choice increases your probe rating, making your units and bases less susceptible to enemy infiltration and more expensive to anyone trying to take control of them. MORGAN INDUSTRIES (LED BY CEO NWABUDIKE MORGAN) The Morganites are organized along corporate lines, and dedicated to laissez- faire capitalist economic principles. They start the game with 100 energy credits and the Industrial Base technology, and receive a bonus to all income from commerce between factions. Since they have such a great economy, the Morganites can emass a rather sizeable army of Probe Teams. Morganites have expensive tastes, making it difficult for them to support units in the field, and requiring them to build Hab Complex facilities before the population of any of their bases can exceed four citizens. The Morganites can no make the "Planned Economics" social choice. +1 Economy -1 Support Commerce (bonus increases value of treaties, pacts, loans) Need Hab Complex for bases to exceed 4 May not use Planetary Economics Aggression: Pacifist Priorities: Build Starting Technology: Industrial Economics Agenda: Free Market Aversion: Planned _Land Bases_ Morgan Industries Morgan Processing Morgan Energy Monopoly Morgan Metagenics Morgan Solarflex Morgan Collections Morgan Bank Morgan Entertainment Morgan Construction Morgan Trade Center Morgan Distribution Morgan Interstellar Morgan Biochemical Morgan Pharmaceuticals Morgan Aerodynamics Morgan Datasystems Morgan Metallurgy Morgan Robotics Morgan Hydroponics Morgan Transport Morgan Studios Morgan Mines Morgan Altimatter Morgan Gravitonics _Water Bases_ Morgan Hydrochemical Morgan Marine Morgan Dock Morgan Ocean Resources Morgan Sea Platform _Strategies to become the richest person_ - Build the Merchant Exchange. This Secret Project acts as the foundation of an economic strategy, since it generates one extra energy in every square worked by the controlling base. Try to build the Exchange in a base with lots of growth capacity; th higher the base population, the more extra energy the Exchange generates. The Self- Aware Colony (maintenance costs halved) also channels more energy to your reserves. - Quite a number of base facilities are available that generate more energy or increase energy reserves, including the Energy Bank, Tree Farm, Hybrid Forest, Fusion Lab, Quantum Lab, and Orbital Power Transmitter. - Use social engineering to increase your Economy rating. The Free Market and Wealth choices both help generate more energy in each base. - Form as many Treaties and Pacts as practable with other factions. The Morgans get a commerce bonus from these arrangements, so they invariably get the better end of the deal. - Build the Hunter- Seeker Algorithm (making your bases and units immune to Probe Team infiltration). If someone else builds this Project first, you won't be able to use your Probe Teams against them. And remember that you'll have to field a conventional force at some point to deal with Miriam, since her tendency to choose the Fundamentalist form of government, render Probe Teams ineffective when used against her. - Construct plenty of solar collectors around your bases to harvest energy, and discover Environmental Economics (B5) as soon as possible to remove energy restrictions. _Weaknesses: Population Limits and Support Rating_ - The Ascetic Virtues relaxes the population limit, while the Living Refinery grants a +2 support rating modifier. Unfortunately, the Living Refinery doesn't become available until mid- game. - Build units with the Clean Reactor, which requires no support. Clean reactors require Bio- engineering (B5), which you can research earlier than advanced Spaceflight. SPARTAN FEDERATION (LED BY COLONEL CORAZON SANTIAGO) The Spartans are paramilitaty survivalists. They believe in both the right and a duty to keep and bear arms. The Spartans start the game with the Doctrine: Mobility technology and a fast scout rover vehicle, and they do not have to pay extra to develop prototypes of new units. Morale of their units is exceptionally high, and their citizens accept strict police control as a necessity, but their extravagant military needs weigh down industrial operations. The Spartans can not make the "Wealth" social choice. +2 Morale +1 Police -1 Industry Prototype units do not cost extra minerals May not use Wealth value in Social Engineering Aggression: Erratic Priorities: Discover, Conquer Starting Technology: Doctrine: Mobility Agenda: Power Aversion: Wealth _Land Bases_ Sparta Command Hawk of Chiron Fort Liberty Survival Base Assassin's Redoubt Ironholm Commander's Base Centurion Cave Fort Survivalist War Outpost Bunker 118 Fort Superiority Militia Station Hommel's Citadel Halls of Discipline Fort Legion Training Camp Parade Ground Janissary Rock Defiance Freshold Blast Rifle Crag Hero's Waypoint _Water Bases_ Fleet Anchorage Hydrodock Sea Outpost Admirality Base Fleet Base _Improving The Military Advantage_ - The Command Nexus, Cyborg Factory, and Maritime Control Center Secret Projects all increase unit morale. If you possess both The Command Nexus and the Cyborg Factory, you will automatically be producing Elite ground units with a bonus +1 movement point. - These base facilities also increase unit morale: Command Center (land units), Aerospace Complex (air units), Naval Yard (naval units), and Bioenhancement Center (ALL unit types). - Several socioeconomic choices also increase morale, including the Fundamentalist, Power, and Thought Control choices. - Monoliths can upgrade your units. - Build units with the High Morale special ability. _Increasing Your Mineral Production_ - The Singularity Inductor and Bulk Matter Transmitter Secret Projects generate significantly higher quantities of minerals. - Early in the game, build the Recycling Tanks base facility for its extra mineral harvested per turn. Later in the game, several different facilities can increase your mineral output, including the Robotic Assembly Plant, Nanoreplicator, Quantum Converter, Genejack Factory, and the Nessus Mining Station. - The Planned and Eudaimonic social choices increase your industry rating, lowering mineral costs to standard levels or better. THE LORD'S BELIEVERS (LED BY SISTER MIRIAM GODWINSON) The Believers seek a life of prayer and religious worship. Because of the strength of their convictions, they get a bonus when attacking their enemies. They start the game with the Social Psych technology. The Believers are resistant to probe brainwashing, but their suspicion of secular science retards their research efforts, and their belief that Planet is their promised land sometimes interferes with their ecological sensitivity. The Believers can not make the "Knowledge" social choice. +25% Bonus when attacking enemies, from the strength of convictions +1 Probe (devout believers difficult to brainwash) -2 Research (suspicious of secular science) -1 Planet (believe Planet is their promised land) Accumulates no research points until MY 2110 May not use Knowledge value in Social Engineering Aggression: Aggressive Priorities: Explore, Conquer Starting Technology: Social Psych Agenda: Fundamentalist Aversion: Knowledge _Land Bases_ New Jerusalem Terrible Swift Sword The Lord's Mercy Great Conclave Eternal Reward The Rapture Great Zion Throne of God The Hand of God Far Jericho The Lord's Grace The Lord's Chosen Redemption Base Sanctity Base Divinity Base Children of God The Lord's Gift The Holy Five Noah's Rainbow Revelation Base From on High The Voice of God Blessed Saviour Time of Salvation Judgement Seat House of Martyrs Righteous Sentence Valley of the Faithful The Lord's Wrath The Coming of the Lord Blessed Redeemer Hallowed Ground The Word of God The Glory of God The Lord's Truth Godwinson's Hope New Eden _Water Bases_ He Walked on Water Belly of the Whale Port Grace Loaves and Fishes Fisher of Men Water of Wine Consecrated Waters _Building A Better Military_ - Use the same basic information as included for the Spartans above. _Weaknesses: Research and Planet_ - Make smart friends. Forging alliances with more technologically advanced factions, such as the University and the Morgans, often proves the easiest way to acquire research breakthroughs. If you start next to the University, you can even try to use your offensive bonus to force an early submission Pact so Zakharov can feed you techs throughout the game. - Build the Planetary Datalinks Secret Project, which gives you access to any tech subsequently discovered by three other factions. THE PEACEKEEPING FORCES (LED BY COMMISSIONER PRAVIN LAL) The Peacekeepers exist to support the humanitarian principles of the United Nations of Earth, the organization that originally commissioned the Unity expedition to Alpha Centauri. They start the game with the Biogenetics technology. The idealism of this faction attracts an intellectual elite, but their society possesses a tendency towards bureaucratic inefficiency. Their bases can exceed normal population limits by two. Due to his experience with parliamentary maneuvering, Lal's vote counts double when the Planetary Council is convened for election of a Planetary Governor or Supreme Leader. The Peacekeepers can not make the "Police State" social choice. Factions that are at least two times as strong as the next powerful faction tend to be regarded with suspicion by the other faction leaders. You should become allies, it'll be easier. -1 Efficiency Extra talent for every four citizens May exceed Hab Complex population requirements by two Receives double votes in elections for Planetary Governor and Supreme Leader May not use Police State Politics Aggression: Erratic Priorities: Explore, Discover Starting Technology: Biogenetics Agenda: Democracy Aversion: Police State _Land Bases_ U.N. Headquarters U.N. Aid Station U.N. Commerce Committee U.N. High Commission U.N. Equality Village U.N. Court of Justice U.N. Temple of Sol U.N. Settlement Agency U.N. Information Agency U.N. Haven City U.N. Enforcement Base U.N. Planetary Trust U.N. Great Refuge U.N. Healthy Authority U.N. Data Aquisition U.N. Amnesty Town U.N. Planning Authority U.N. Disaster Relief U.N. Pillar of Rights U.N. Education Agency U.N. Criminal Tribunal U.N. Humanity Base U.N. Social Council _Water Bases_ U.N. Ocean Authority U.N. Sea Habitat U.N. Peace Anchorage U.N. Marine Agency U.N. Port Refuge ======================================== III. Landmarks ======================================== There are several landmarks on Planet. Most of the landmarks give you extra resources. FRESHWATER SEA: The richest aquatic region of Planet which provides +1 Nutrients per square. GARLAND CRATER: Made by a comet or another flying object, this crater produces an extra +1 Mineral bonus. GEOTHERMAL SHALLOWS: Many underwater geysers provide +1 Energy per square. GREAT DUNES: A desert which provides no bonus resources. It is a rather inhospitable place to live. MONSOON JUNGLE: A vast rainforest- like area which produces +1 Nutrients per square. MOUNT PLANET: An enormous active volcano, which produces a +1 bonus of both Minerals and Energy per square on its slopes. NEW SARGASSO: A large growth of underwater fungus. If provides no bonus resources; however, you can harvest the fungus. PHOLUS RIDGE: The geothermal energy produced here, produces +1 Energy per square. SUNNY MESA: It provides no resource bonuses, but due to its elevation, it is a good spot for solar collectors and Echelon Mirrors. THE RUINS: A ring of monoliths, which provide no bonuses, other than the monoliths themselves. URANIUM FLATS: A location with many elements, which provide +1 Energy per square. ======================================== IV. Secret Projects ======================================== ASCENT TO TRANSCENDENCE: End of Human Era ASCETIC VIRTUES: Population limit relaxed; +1 Police BULK MATTER TRANSMITTER: +2 Minerals at each base CITIZENS' DEFENSE FORCE: Perimeter Defense at each base CLINICAL IMMORTALITY: Extra talent at each base CLONING VATS: Population boom at all the bases COMMAND NEXUS: Command Center at each base CYBORG FACTORY: Bioenhancement Center at each base DREAM TWISTER: Psi Attack +50% EMPATH GUILD: Commlink for every faction HUMAN GENOME PROJECT: +1 Talent at each base HUNTER- SEEKER ALGORITHM: Immunity to Probe Teams LIVING REFINERY: +2 Support LONGEVITY VACCINE: Fewer drones/ more profits MARITIME CONTROL CENTER: Naval Movement +2; naval bases MERCHANT EXCHANGE: +1 Energy each square at the base NANO FACTORY: Repair units; low upgrade costs NETWORK BACKBONE: +1 Lab per commerce/ net node NEURAL AMPLIFIER: Psi Defense +50% PHOLUS MUTAGEN: Ecology Bonus; Lifecycle bonus PLANETARY DATALINKS: Any tech known to three others PLANETARY TRANSIT SYSTEM: New bases begin at size three SELF- AWARE COLONY: Maintenance halve; Extra police SINGULARITY INDUCTOR: Quantum Converter at each base SPACE ELEVATOR: Energy +100%/ Orbital cost halved SUPERCOLLIDER: Labs +100% at the base TELEPATHIC MATRIX: No more drone riots; +2 Probe THEORY OF EVERYTHING: Labs +100% at the base UNIVERSAL TRANSLATOR: 2 Free Techs Virtual World: Network Nodes help drones VOICE OF PLANET: Begins Ascent to Transcendence WEATHER PARADIGM: Terraform +50% XENOEMPATHY DOME: Fungus movement bonus ======================================= V. Facilities ======================================= (#)= Maintenance - AEROSPACE COMPLEX- +2 Morale: Air; Air defense +100%;(2) - BIOENHANCEMENT CENTER- +2 Morale: Air; (2) - BIOLOGY LAB- Research and Psi; (1) - CENTAURI PRESERVE- Ecology Bonus; (2) - CHILDREN'S CRECHE- Growth/ Effic/ Morale;(1) - COMMAND CENTER- +2 Morale: Land; (Varies) - ENERGY BANK- Economy Bonus; (1) - FUSION LAB- Economy and Labs Bonus; (3) - GENEJACK FACTORY- Minerals; More Drones; (2) - HAB COMPLEX- Increase Population Limit; (2) - HABITATION DOME- Increase Population Limit; (4) - HEADQUARTERS- Efficiency; (0) - HOLOGRAM THEATRE- Psych; Fewer Drones;(3) - HYBRID FOREST- Economy/ Psych/ Forest;(4) - NANOHOSPITAL- Labs and Psych Bonus; (4) - NANOREPLICATOR- Minerals Bonus;(6) - NAVAL YARD- +2 Morale: Sea; Sea Defense +100%; (2) - NESSUS MINING STATION- +1 Minerals ALL Bases; (0) - NETWORK NODE- Labs Bonus; (1) - ORBITAL DEFENSE POD- Missile Defense; (0) - ORBITAL POWER TRANSMITTER- +1 Energy ALL Bases; (0) - PARADISE GARDEN- +2 Talents; (4) - PERIMETER DEFENSE- Defense +100%; (0) - PRESSURE DOME- Submersion/ Resources; (0) - PSI GATE- Teleport; (2) - PUNISHMENT SPHERE- No Drones; -50% Tech; (2) - QUANTUM CONVERTER- Minerals Bonus; (5) - QUANTUM LAB- Economy and Labs bonus; (4) - RECREATION COMMONS- Fewer Drones; (1) - RECYCLING TANKS- Bonus Resources; (0) - RESEARCH HOSPITAL- Labs and Psych bonus; (3) - ROBOTIC ASSEMBLY PLANT- Minerals Bonus; (4) - SKUNKWORKS- Prototypes are Free; (1) - SKY HYDROPONICS LAB- +1 Nutrient ALL Bases; (0) - STOCKPILE ENERGY- Minerals to Energy; (0) - TACHYON FIELD- ALL Defense +100%; (2) - TEMPLE OF PLANET- Ecology Bonus; (3) - TREE FARM- Economy/ Psych/ Forest; (3) ======================================= VI. Technologies ======================================= Biogenetics The alien environment on Planet brought a host of unforseen health problems for the colonists. Early inquiries into {Biogenetics} center on the prevention and treatment of these problems. Researchers in this discipline seek an understanding of the entire human genetic code. Industrial Base The first colonies lack any kind of factories or heavy industry, so the creation of an {Industrial Base} becomes a high priority for economic growth. This Industrial Base emphasizes small-scale manufacturing with primitive assembly lines and simple currency instruments. Information Networks Survival equipment from the [Unity] contained a variety of computers purpose-built for the needs of a frontier society. However, they must first be connected into {Information Networks} before scientists can utilize their power. Applied Physics The colonists must create new tools from the wreckage of the [Unity] to survive and expand. Early inquiries into {Applied Physics} emphasize this adaptation of existing technology for the new environment. Social Psych The overcrowding aboard the [Unity] following the premature wakeup caused terrible conditions for the crew, but also generated valuable data concerning humans under extreme environmental stresses. Analysis of this data provides the first comprehensive, mathematical insight into the {Social Psychology} of humans. Doctrine: Mobility The early colonists quickly learned the importance of reconnaissance and self-defense in this most alien of environments. {Doctrine: Mobility} formalizes these cornerstones of military might, representing the first attempts at an organized defense policy on Planet. Centauri Ecology Finding adequate sources of nutrients, energy, and minerals is the most immediate problem facing the colonists after Planetfall. An understanding of the basics of {Centauri Ecology} provides humans with the tools they need to begin shaping the world around them-how plants grow, what geological structures exist, and how natural energy sources may be exploited on Planet. Superconductor The power requirements of [Optical Computers (D3)] and the nascent [Industrial Base (B1)] stimulate research into high-temperature {Superconductors}, an advance long considered a ‘holy Grail’ by physical chemists. A {Superconductor} is a material that does not resist a flow of electrons. Using a {Superconductor}, power can be transmitted at incredible speeds over vast distances with no degradation. Bulky and expensive cooling equipment for high-powered machinery or weaponry becomes unnecessary, because these materials remain cool and efficient as electricity passes through them. Nonlinear Mathematics By using the power of [Information Networks (D1)] to speed calculations and encourage collaborations, researchers make giant strides in the field of {Nonlinear Mathematics}, with significant military applications. Applied Relativity Albert Einstein developed his theories of relativity between 1905 and 1916; complete explanations of his work may be found in a number of sources. Later research into [Advanced Subatomic Theory (B3)] and [Superconductors (C4)] demonstrated that his postulates, though innovative for his time, were incomplete. {Applied Relativity} takes Einstein's basic theories and updates them to encompass an understanding of newly-discovered phenomena. Fusion Power An extremely clean, powerful, and efficient source of energy, {Fusion Power} was known on Earth for decades as the reaction that powered the stars. However, scientists could not control the huge magnitude of released energy, so the only practical application for {Fusion Power} was in bombs of enormous destructive power. With the advent of [Superconductors (C4)], and by using [Pre-sentient Algorithms (D5)] to monitor and control the released energy, humanity finally has access to cheap, abundant, and reusable power. Silksteel Alloys The growing field of [Industrial Automation (B3)] causes increased demand for new kinds of material that can withstand the incredible stresses of the robotic factories. Discoveries in [Advanced Subatomic Theory (B3)] provide engineers with these materials, dubbed {Silksteel Alloys} for their extraordinary tensile strength and flexibility. Advanced Subatomic Theory Discoveries in [High Energy Chemistry (C2)] point the way to a new {Advanced Subatomic Theory} that tries to detect and quantify the smallest possible underlying particles of matter. Using self-modifying [Polymorphic Software (D2)], the physicists developing this theory give mankind a window on the infinitesimal building blocks of the universe. High Energy Chemistry Breakthroughs in [Applied Physics (C1)] and [Industrial Base (B1)] lead to an understanding of {High Energy Chemistry}. This discipline seeks to understand the properties and behavior of matter at very high temperatures, and results in new types of materials that remain in a stable plasma state even when superheated by intense laser stimulation. Frictionless Surfaces Discovery of the [Unified Field Theory (D10)] allowed scientists to alter the fundamental properties of matter itself. The discovery of {Frictionless Surfaces} proves the most useful application of these techniques. As the name implies, {Frictionless Surfaces} consist of materials that remain unaffected by friction, a force that slows down motion by changing kinetic energy into heat energy. Moving objects made of these materials do not slow down as they come into contact with other matter. Nanometallurgy Driven by the requirements of [Doctrine: Initiative (E5)] and the mathematical models behind [Probability Mechanics (B7)], {Nanometallurgy} techniques allow engineers to manipulate metals at the molecular level. Superstring Theory One of the more contentious debates that ran through the physics community of 20th century Earth centered on the viability of {Superstring Theory}. This theory attempts to unify the theory of gravity and other fundamental forces, and posits that all characteristics exhibited by subatomic particles, such as protons and neutrons, may be described as vibrations of fundamental, one-dimensional ‘strings’. This concept had been abandoned as untestable, until the development of [Nonlinear Mathematics (C2)], which offers mathematical models supporting {Superstring Theory}. Advanced Military Algorithms Military requirements have historically pushed technology forward, and no better example can be found than sophisticated software development. From the first computers, designed to calculate artillery shell trajectories, to {Advanced Military Algorithms} developed from [Polymorphic Software (D2)] and [Doctrine: Flexibility (E2)], mankind has worked to extend warfare into the digital world. Monopole Magnets Magnetism, like electricity and gravity, is one of the fundamental forces of the universe. Prior to research in [Superstring Theory (C5)] and [Silksteel Alloys (E4)], all known magnets were dipolar, with a north and a south pole. Development of a {Monopole Magnet} permits radical new applications for science and industry. Matter Compression Breakthroughs in [Nanominiaturization (B8)] and [Nanometallurgy (E8)] lead to complex {Matter Compression} techniques. Using these techniques, scientists can create materials as dense as the inside of a star, with significant military and industrial applications. Unified Field Theory Scientists have long worked towards a single theory that explains all fundamental forces in nature (gravity, magnetism, etc.)-a {Unified Field Theory}. Advances in [Monopole Magnets (B6)] and [Applied Relativity (D5)] help reveal these fundamental mechanics of the universe. Graviton Theory [Quantum Machinery (D12)] and [Mind\Machine Interface (B6)] pave the way for an understanding of gravity-the weakest fundamental force in the universe, but one that acts at infinite distances. With {Graviton Theory}, physicists can detect and measure the long-predicted gravitons-particle strings that ‘carry’ gravitational force. Polymorphic Software On Earth, only theoretical mathematicians and entertainment software programmers used {Polymorphic Software}--self-modifying code--to any success. On Planet, the requirements of the budding [Industrial Base (B1)] and [Information Networks (D1)] spur widespread development of neural net applications that rewrite themselves in response to data inputs. Applied Gravitonics Once physicists discover [Graviton Theory (E13)], they turn their attention to {Applied Gravitonics}--the control of gravity itself. By controlling and manipulating the graviton strings that carry gravitational force, mankind can levitate objects regardless of mass or proximity to other objects. Quantum Power Earth scientist Max Planck first coined the term "quantum" to describe an individual particle of light. Planck though each quantum was indivisible, so that a fraction of a quantum could not exist. One of the more startling discoveries arising from [Unified Field Theory] was that individual quantum actually could be split into component sub-particles, much like atoms may be split through fission. The energy released by {Quantum Power} is several orders of magnitude greater than ordinary [Fusion Power]. Singularity Mechanics Knowledge of [The Secrets of Creation (D11)] paved the way for understanding {Singularity Mechanics}. This technology seeks the physical causes and composition of black holes-phenomena produced by points of infinitely dense matter that warp the fabric of space and time itself. Probes guided by onboard [Self-aware Machines (B11)] transmit the data necessary to replicate this natural occurrence in controlled laboratory conditions. Controlled Singularity As engineers quickly discovered, it’s one thing to understand [Singularity Mechanics (D12)] and another thing entirely to attempt {Controlled Singularity}--harnessing and directing the powers of a black hole. Breakthroughs in [Applied Gravitronics (E14)] finally make this technology possible, with a host of amazing and potent applications, from radical new types of weaponry to global power sources. Temporal Mechanics Breakthroughs in [Eudaimonia (E12)] and [Matter Transmission (B17)] lead to the last great discovery of the physical universe: {Temporal Mechanics}, the manipulation of time itself. Probability Mechanics With operating systems powered by [Pre-sentient Algorithms (D5)], computers finally gain sufficient processing power to unravel the mysteries of {Probability Mechanics}. With this breakthrough, humans can accurately predict many seemingly random events. Pre-Sentient Algorithms The philosophy of [Cyberethics (B4)] and the technology of [Advanced Military Algorithms (E3)] pave the way for development of {Pre-sentient Algorithms}. These open-ended neural net programs can sort and process exebytes of data, ‘learning’ as they do so and adapting to the world they observe. Super Tensile Solids The requirements of [Advanced Spaceflight (E8)] and the possibilities inherent in [Matter Compression (C9)] lead to research in {Super Tensile Solids}. These materials possess such strength as to be functionally unbreakable in a natural environment. Planetary Networks Once the colonists discovered how to survive, they focus on recreating some of the organizational tools left behind on Earth. Following the implementation of simple [Information Networks (D1)], the creation of a standard for {Planetary Networks} emerges as a high priority for the scientific community. Digital Sentience When utilized as part of [Industrial Nanorobotics (B9)], the [Mind\Machine Interface (B6)] provides the key spark needed by computers to at last achieve {Digital Sentience}. These new artificial intelligences have all the hallmarks of an individual organism: they respond to their environment, adapt to stimuli, and even exhibit advanced ‘personalities’ based on their respective abilities and preferences. Self-Aware Machines Following the advent of [Digital Sentience (D10)], computers have only one great leap left: the evolution to {Self-Aware Machines}. These machines are capable of complex, higher-order thinking, and value the experience of existence as much as any human. As with other living organisms, self-preservation is paramount for these specimens. Doctrine: Initiative The slow moving foils and transports developed under [Doctrine: Flexibility (E2)] provided an adequate early naval force. However, materials and manufacturing advances resulting from [Industrial Automation (B3)] make possible new classes of powerful ships developed as part of {Doctrine: Initiative}, which stresses the importance of global naval superiority. Doctrine: Flexibility Many radical young military officers felt that [Doctrine: Mobility (E1)] did not go far enough in the development of fast attacks and quick reconnaissance, because Mobility only takes land forces into account. These leaders work to create the first navies on Planet, based on {Doctrine: Flexibility}--co-ordination and co-operation between forces made possible by control of the sea. Intellectual Integrity The search for {Intellectual Integrity} arises from questions posed by [Ethical Calculus (E2)] and [Doctrine: Loyalty (C2)]. According to this philosophy, valid wisdom comes merely from asking questions unburdened by prejudices. Only by shedding those pre-conceived notions can we achieve the clarity of undistorted knowledge. Synthetic Fossil Fuels The extreme efficiency with which the neural net fungus managed Planet's vast ecosystem kept extensive deposits of organic material from forming over the epochs. Because of this lack, the fossil fuels known on Earth never developed, forcing early colonists to rely on less efficient alternative sources of energy. However, advances in [Advanced Subatomic Theory (B3)] and [Gene Splicing (B3)] finally allow humans to short-circuit the eons-long process, providing them with the {Synthetic Fossil Fuels} needed to build advanced vehicles and machinery. Doctrine: Air Power Mankind had brought the knowledge of atmospheric flight to Planet, but not the materials to build and maintain large quantities of aircraft in Planet's harsh conditions. With the discovery of [Synthetic Fossil Fuels (E4)] for materials and a renewed emphasis on [Doctrine: Flexibility (E2)], humans can again make the leap into the clouds. Photon/Wave Mechanics Physicists had puzzled over the mystery of light for centuries: Why does light exhibit properties characteristic of both a wave and a particle? In 1924, Prince Louis-Victor de Broglie, a French scientist, proved that all particles actually possess a wave aspect, which explained how light can act as a wave even though it does consist of particles, called photons. Following breakthroughs in [Silksteel Alloys (E4)] and [Applied Relativity (D5)], subsequent scientific inquiry focuses on the manipulation of {Photon\Wave Mechanics} so that light, even powerful laser beams or intense solar emissions, can be diffused and warped as needed. Mind/Machine Interface Research into [Neural Grafting (C4)] demonstrated that direct communications between the human brain and a digital counterpart are theoretically possible. This {Mind\Machine Interface}, requested by leaders implementing [Doctrine: Air Power (E5)] for a new generation of aircraft, bridges the gap between the mechanical and the biological. Nanominiaturization [Monopole Magnets (B6)] and [Organic Superlubricants (C7)] lead to a revolution in engineering: {Nanominiaturization}. With this technology, which emphasizes new assembly methods and high-tensile strength materials, microscopic machine components can be constructed and all manner of bulky, heavy equipment can be shrunk to a fraction of its original size. Doctrine: Loyalty [Doctrine: Mobility (E1)] proved a sound dogma for the early years on Planet. However, as the struggle for survival against native Mind Worms and rival factions intensifies, many younger officers repudiate the old guard’s emphasis on Mobility as the dominant military policy. Based also on the revelations of [Social Psych (B1)], the new {Doctrine: Loyalty} stresses extensive training, defensive facilities, and zealous dedication to faction leaders as the foundation for survival and success in combat. {Doctrine: Loyalty} emphasizes a two-way fealty--soldiers are expected to lay down their lives without question, but in return they receive respect, power, and positions of authority in the new social hierarchy. Ethical Calculus Throughout the history of mankind, philosophers have grappled with the question: ‘How shall we then live?’ {Ethical Calculus} lays down mathematical principles uncovered by [Social Psych (B1)] to address this question, essentially providing calculations and functions that determine appropriate human behavior. Industrial Economics Early industry on Planet centered on the creation of a frontier [Industrial Base (B1)] featuring primitive assembly lines and simple currency instruments. Soon, leaders in the financial sectors push for a more comprehensive {Industrial Economics} policy to accommodate free trade and other strategies for multiplying capital. Industrial Automation The creation of [Planetary Networks (D2)] and widespread adoption of [Industrial Economics (B2)] lead to rapid industrialization of the virgin Planet. Lacking the traditional masses of Earth’s working class, leaders must now develop complete {Industrial Automation} for production and assembly , building modest factories where all repetitive nonskilled jobs, from janitor to VP of Sales, are handled by sophisticated robotics. Centauri Meditation [Centauri Empathy (E3)] and [Ecological Engineering (E4)] reveal the vastness and complexity of the ecosystem on Planet. Research into {Centauri Meditation} illuminates the next, almost terrifying step-the attempt to communicate directly with Planet itself. Secrets of the Human Brain All past research on memory, learning, the senses, and other aspects of the human brain did not answer one basic question: what is the biological mechanism of self-awareness? Research into [Biogenetics (D1)] and [Social Psych (B1)] finally resolves the last of the {Secrets of the Human Brain}, providing mankind with understanding of the fundamentals of consciousness. Gene Splicing Widespread adoption of the philosophy of [Ethical Calculus (E2)] removes opposition to genetic experimentation in plant and animal DNA, while advances in [Biogenetics (D1)] provide techniques for the incipient field of {Gene Splicing}. This technology allows researchers to insert new DNA coding into existing genetic material so that entire traits, from disease resistance to a stable personality, can be copied from one organism and transferred to any number of others. Bio-Engineering [Gene Splicing (B3)] and [Neural Grafting (C4)] exemplify crude and invasive techniques for modifying an organism. The more refined {Bio-engineering} method arranges a desired genetic code directly from the component compounds, enabling widespread and economical cellular transplants for an entire population. Biomachinery Early experiments in [Retroviral Engineering (C5)] and the [Mind\Machine Interface (B6)] paved the way for true {Biomachinery}--the full integration of man and machine at the cellular level. Neural Grafting The insatiable drive for efficiency spawned by [Industrial Automation (B3)] drives the development of {Neural Grafting}. This new technology, based on [Secrets of the Human Brain (D2)], allows attachment of digital circuitry directly to the neural cortex. With these implants, humans willing to undergo {Neural Grafting} can enhance many aspects of their physical being, from heightened senses to faster reaction times. Cyberethics Widespread adoption of [Planetary Networks (D2)] and the philosophy of [Intellectual Integrity (E3)] allows for a coherent system of {Cyberethics}, outlining the proper relationship of computers to society. Eudaimonia {Eudaimonia} is a philosophical system that takes its name from an ancient Greek word for fulfillment and happiness. Based on economic equity made possible by [Sentient Econometrics (E11)] and rooted in opposition to the excesses of [The Will to Power (E8)], {Eudaimonia} encourages each citizen to achieve happiness through striving to fulfill completely his or her potential; freedom, creativity, and individuality flourish in governments that adopt this philosophy. The Will to Power Following the development of [Homo Superior (E7)], many advocated a return to Friedrich Nietzsche’s philosophy of {The Will To Power}. This philosophy stresses the importance of strength, asceticism, and resolute action, often at the cost of compassion, charity, and other traditionally religious qualities. Threshold of Transcendence The [Secrets of Creation (D11)] and [Temporal Mechanics (B18)] brought humanity to the brink of a new era--the {Threshold of Transcendence}. In this transitional state, people begin preparations for the final stage of human evolution, selling possessions, cleansing their bodies according to a new code of asceticism, and meditating alone and unprotected in the remote regions of Planet. Matter Transmission [Matter Editation (B16)] and the [Secrets of Alpha Centauri (D12)] point the way to one of the most celebrated concepts in science fiction--{Matter Transmission}. Transmitters based on this technology disassemble objects into the smallest component sub-particles, then transmits those particles and their underlying structural blueprint to a receiver. The receiver reassembles these objects according to the blueprint, recreating the original in every nuance and detail. Centauri Empathy Based on [Secrets of the Human Brain (D2)] and [Centauri Ecology (E1)], {Centauri Empathy} espouses a philosophy of environmental harmony, emphasizing the search for mankind’s proper niche in the global ecosystem. Environmental Economics Industrial expansion often comes at the cost of ecological stability. The business practice of {Environmental Economics} addresses this problem by finding and exploiting areas where environmental and industrial concerns overlap, such as sustainable resource use, eco-tourism, and organic product development. By combining the principles of [Industrial Economics (B2)] and [Ecological Engineering (E4)] in this new business model, ecological stability becomes a profitable endeavor. Ecological Engineering Humans have always shown remarkable skill at innovation and ingenuity in the face of environmental hurdles. Expansion on a new Planet highlights these traits once again in the form of {Ecological Engineering}. Based on the discoveries of [Centauri Ecology (E1)] and [Gene Splicing (B3)], this research leads to new ways of thriving within the existing ecosystem, rather than competing with it. Planetary Economics Early industrial policy on Planet centered on individual markets and sectors, such as [Environmental Economics (B5)], but these separate sectors create inefficiencies. Proponents of [Intellectual Integrity (E3)] insist that these inefficiencies are unnecessary, and work to create a system of {Planetary Economics} where goods and services can flow freely. Adv. Ecological Engineering The discovery of [Fusion Power (D6)] opened up staggering possibilities in a number of endeavors, including the field of [Environmental Economics (B5)]. Based on the cumulative experience from thousands of construction projects undertaken since Planetfall, {Advanced Ecological Engineering} marks a new milestone in man’s ability to manipulate his environment. Centauri Psi [Centauri Genetics (E6)] and [Advanced Ecological Engineering (B10)] revealed the physical composition of native life forms, but did not explain the mysterious and terrifying psionic attacks these creatures employ. Unlocking the mechanics of this directed, psychic assault requires intense investigation of {Centauri Psi}--the method used by the Mind Worms to communicate and co-ordinate their assaults. Secrets of Alpha Centauri Some digital sentiences churn through exebytes of Planet-related data in their never-ending quest to untangle [Sentient Econometrics (E11)]. The best of these sentiences do not stop at sorting economic data, but extend their inquiries into [Centauri Psi (E11)] and other Planetary phenomena. They work to reveal these {Secrets of Alpha Centauri} as a kind of personal challenge, to prove themselves as machines that can not only conquer the intricacies of human society, but also the magnificent complexities of a Planet-wide ecosystem. Secrets of Creation Those who embrace [The Will To Power (E8)] must eventually confront the ultimate philosophical question: What is the purpose and order of the universe? Confirmation of the [Unified Field Theory (C7)] finally gives mankind the tools to answer this question in the search for the {Secrets of Creation}. Advanced Spaceflight Resumption of {Advanced Spaceflight} begins shortly after mankind begins [Orbital Spaceflight (E7)]. With this technology, spacecraft can once again reach the moons orbiting Planet and, eventually, the stars themselves. Homo Superior Breakthroughs in [Biomachinery (B9)] and [Doctrine: Initiative (E5)] paved the way for a new kind of organism that is equal parts human and computer. The human aspect thrives at physical manipulation and emotional experience, while the digital aspect excels at calculation and data processing. This {Homo Superior} integrates the best of man and machine. Organic Superlubricant Machines with moving parts have long been subject to wear and tear as the parts grind against one another. On Earth, traditional lubricants such as oil were used to minimize these effects. Planet lacks large reserves of such materials, until the invention of [Synthetic Fossil Fuels (E4)]. With {Organic Superlubricant}, scientists can create lubricating compounds that act like simple life forms, seeking out areas where they do the most good. Quantum Machinery The discovery of [Quantum Power (B11)] ushers in a new industrial revolution. In factories across Planet, tiny {Quantum Machinery} built using [Nanometallurgy (E8)] techniques provide amazingly powerful and efficient labor for every imaginable type of production and service. Matter Editation Not long after the breakthroughs in [Super Tensile Solids (B10)] and [Self-aware Machines (B11)], engineers clamor to research the last major hurdle in physical manipulation--{Matter Editation}. This technique actually changes the physical structure of individual atoms, altering characteristics like energy states, spin, atomic weight, and the number of protons as though they were entries in a database. This technology is the modern embodiment of the ancient quest to turn lead into gold-transmutation of elements made possible by atomic manipulation. Optical Computers The widespread adoption of [Polymorphic Software (D2)] increased demand for faster computers. The revolutionary {Optical Computers}, which use photons traveling at the speed of light for binary calculations, prove nearly 70% faster than old electron-based devices. Based on successes in [Applied Physics (C1)], {Optical Computers} also exponentially improve storage capacities and access times. Industrial Nanorobotics The business leaders of Planet quickly perceived the commercial potential of [Nanominiaturizion (B8)], and constructed factories based around {Industrial Nanorobotics}. These factories utilize traditional [Industrial Automation (B3)], but at a fraction of the size and cost. Productivity skyrockets along with profitability, as tiny robots churn out new products for consumption. Centauri Genetics The first contacts with Planetary sentience during research on [Centauri Meditation (E5)] caused widespread excitement among the scientific community. They propose using new [Retroviral Engineering (C5)] techniques to unravel {Centauri Genetics}--the structural blueprint of native organisms. Sentient Econometrics For all the sophistication of its mathematical models, [Planetary Economics (E6)] proved no better at predicting the actions of markets and populations than Wall Street prognosticators of 20th Century Earth-there are too many unknown variables with unforeseeable consequences. Proponents of {Sentient Econometrics} take the best ‘intelligent computers’ developed under [Digital Sentience (D10)] and set them to identifying these variables and predicting their consequences. Under their diligent efforts, economics finally becomes a true science. Retroviral Engineering {Retroviral Engineering}, a specialized branch of [Bio-engineering (B4)], uses engineered viruses to deliver genetic alterations. This application can be used for peaceful, healing purposes, but can also be twisted by the same militant researchers behind [Advanced Military Algorithms (E3)] into a weapon of terrible destruction. Orbital Spaceflight The early colonists certainly bring the technical understanding of spaceflight with them, but they lack the materials and infrastructure necessary to construct spacecraft. Eventually, implementation of [Doctrine: Air Power (E5)] furnishes the infrastructure, while advanced [Pre-sentient Algorithms (D5)] provide the tools for mankind’s return to {Orbital Spaceflight}. Transcendent Thought Based on [Controlled Singularity (C16)] and [Threshold of Transcendence (E19)], humanity finally unlocks the keys to the final stage of human evolution with {Transcendent Thought}--the ability to contain a self-awareness, or ‘soul’, outside the bounds of a corporeal form. Those who so choose may now complete the Ascent to Transcendence, joining their consciousness with the Planetary mind in ageless immortality. ======================================== VII. Planetary Council Proposals ======================================== ELECT PLANETARY GOVERNOR: New Governor Appointed GLOBAL TRADE PACT: Commerce Rates Doubled INCREASE SOLAR SHADE: Global Cooling; Sea Levels Drop LAUNCH SOLAR SHADE: Global Coolong; Sea Levels Drop MELT POLAR CAPS: Global Warming; Sea Levels Rise REINSTATE U.N. CHARTER: Atrocity Prohibitions Return REPEAL GLOBAL TRADE PACT: Commerce Rates Halved REPEAL U.N. CHARTER: Atrocity Prohibitions Lifted SALVAGE UNITY FUSION CORE: +500 Energy Credits To Every Faction UNITE BEHIND ME AS THE SUPREME LEADER: Diplomatic Victory; Game Ends ======================================== VIII. Citizens ======================================== Bonus To Economy Labs Psych DOCTOR 0 0 +2 DRONE EMPATH +2 0 +2 ENGINEER +3 +2 0 LIBRARIAN 0 +3 0 TALENT TECHNICIAN +3 0 0 THINKER 0 +3 +1 TRANSCEND +2 +4 +2 WORKER ========================================= IX. General Tips ========================================= - Be sure to use the best terrain improvement for each square: farms in rainy squares, forests in arid or moist, and mines in rocky. - I recommend to build at least two military units at each base to start off with. - After your military units are built, build some formers. - I recommend that you build recycling tanks and supply pods next. This will increase efficiency and expansion. - If you want, build Mind Worms. However, you must build these nasty critters early in the game. They won't be as useful, because the factions will have sufficiently developed their Psi defenses. - Don't forget to build things like the Children's Creche, Biology Lab, and Hab Complex. - I recommend signing treaties or pacts with some or most of the other factions for a short time, at least. - Don't forget that units can hide in the fungus. - Boreholes are very important in the production of resources at your bases. I recommend having at least one borehole for every four bases. - Remember to scout for the landmarks. They will provide extra resources. - Build sensory arrays as you explore to watch for mind worms. - Send Supply Crawlers to retrieve far away resource deposits. - Naval Bases and Aerospace Complexes add to your faction's dominance and expandability. - Remember to build kelp farms, tidal harnesses, and mining platforms for bases near an ocean. - You can defend your borders by planting a line of fungus and hiding units in it. Remember to make some sensors near there as well. This will prevent the other factions from doing the same. - If you're located on the western side of a long landmass that you share with other factions, you must define the eastern edge of your territory by raising a ridge line. You can settle the green exposure, while the barren, eastern exposure will create a no- man's land that the enemy will be reluctant to expand into. - To invade a nearby landmass which isn't connected by land, consider raising a land bridge. You can also use transport boats. - If your land is arid, build a condenser to make it more moist. - Build solar collectors adjacent to Echelon Mirrors in high elevation locations. - Forests are easy to produce and provide sufficient resources, so plant several forests near your bases. - Upgrade your units in the field by pressing [Ctrl][U]. - If possible, get the Weather Paradigm. You will be able to do the other types of terraforming that requires Ecological Engineering, without actually having that technology. - You should upgrade to Mag Tubes when you get the Monopole Magnets Technology. You will be able to move a little quicker. Unfortunately, the other factions can still use them. - To soften up a unit prior to final attack, complete a bombarding run. =========================================== X. Hot Keys =========================================== MAP COMMANDS Move units/ View Map- [V] Zoom in- [Z] Zoom Out- [X] Standard zoom in- [Shift][Z] Standard zoom out- [Shift][X] Full zoom in- [Ctrl][Z] Full zoom out- [Ctrl][X] Toggle flattened terrain- [Ctrl][Shift][X] Toggle map & Grid- [Ctrl][G] Toggle base grid- [Ctrl][Shift][G] Show autoforward routes- [Ctrl][Shift][B] Show patrol orders- [Shift][P] Terrain Survey- [T] Hide/ Show Names Et Production- [Ctrl][N] Name Landmark- [Shift][N] Erase Landmark- [Ctrl][Shift][N] Locate Base- [Ctrl][B] Previous Cursor Position- [Backspace] Next Cursor Position- [Shift][Backspace] Center screen- [C] UNIT ACTION COMMANDS Construct Base [Colony Pod]- [B] Join Base [Colony Pod]- [B] Obliterate Base [Any Unit in Base]- [B] Long Range Fire- [F] Airdrop- [I] Activate Special Ability- [I] Psi Gate- [Shift][I] Convoy Resources- [O] Destroy Enhancements- [D] Disband Unit- [Shift][D] Automate Unit- [Shift][A] Explore Automatically- [/] Patrol- [P] Designate Bombing Run- [B] Automate Air Defense- [Ctrl][Shift][B] Go to Base...- [G] Group go to...- [J] Assemble Group- [Shift][J] Go to Home Base- [Shift][G] Set Home Base- [Ctrl][H] Activate (Move Now)- [A] Wait (Move Later)- [W] Unload Transport- [Shift][U] Upgrade Unit- [Ctrl][U] Turn Over Unit Control- [Ctrl][Shift][U] Designate Defender- [Ctrl][D] Sentry/Board Transport- [L] Place Unit "On Alert"- [Shift][L] Hold 10 Turns- [Shift][H] Hold This Position- [H] Skip Turn- [Spacebar] TERRAFORM COMMANDS Cultivate Farm/Kelp Farm- [F] Construct Soil Enricher (Over Farm)- [F] Construct Mine/Mining Platform- [M] Construct Solar Collector/Tidal Harness- [S] Plant Forest- [Shift][F] Build Road- [R] Build Mag Tube (Over Road)- [R] Construct Bunker- [K] Construct Airbase- [.] Construct Sensory Array- [O] Remove Fungus- [F] Plant Fungus- [Ctrl][F] Construct Condenser- [N] Construct Echelon Mirror- [Shift][E] Construct Thermal Borehole [Shift][B] Drill to Aquifier- [Q] Terraform Up- (]) Terraform Down- ([) Terraform Level- [_] Farm+Solar+Road- [Ctrl][Shift][S] Farm+Mine+Road- [Ctrl][Shift][M] Construct Road To- [Ctrl][R] Construct Tube To- [Ctrl][T] Automatic Roads- [Ctrl][Shift][R] Automatic Tubes- [Ctrl][Shift][T] Automatic Sensors- [Ctrl][Shift][O] Automatic Fungus Removal- [Ctrl][Shift][F] Autoimprove Home Base- [Ctrl][Shift][A] Fully Automate Former- [Shift][A] GAME COMMANDS Switch To Detailed Menus- [F11] Switch To Simple Menus- [F11] Preferences- [Ctrl][P] Warning Preferences- [Ctrl][W] Advanced Preferences- [Ctrl][O] Automation Preferences- [Ctrl][A] Audio/Visual Preferences- [Ctrl][I] Map Display Preferences- [Ctrl][M] Save Game- [Ctrl][S] Load Game- [Ctrl][L] Resign- [Ctrl][Q] Start New Game- [Ctrl][Shift][Q] Quit- [Q] Speed Up Game during AI turn- Hold [Shift] MULTIPLAYER GAME COMMANDS Chat- [Ctrl][C] Voice Transmission- Hold [\] Pause- [Backspace] Alter Time Controls- [Shift][T] Zoom to Base Messages- [*] Use Time Bonus- [Ctrl][Spacebar] End Turn- [Ctrl][Enter] Resume Turn- [Ctrl][Enter] BASE COMMANDS Social Engineering- [E] Set Research Priorities (with Blind Research)- [Shift][R] Change Research Goal- [Shift][R] Design Workshop- [U] Datalinks- [F1] Laboratories Status- [F2] Energy Banks- [F3] Base Operations Status- [F4] Secret Project Data- [F5] Orbital and Space Status- [F6] Military Command Nexus- [F7] Alpha Centauri Score- [F8] View Monuments- [F9] View Hall of Fame- [F10] Communications and Protocol- [F12] Corner Global Energy Market- [,] Review Scenario Objectives- [=] =========================================== Special Section-- Unit Design Misc. =========================================== CHASSIS INFANTRY Domain: Land Speed: 8km\hr Modality: Manual\Tracked Dimensions: N\A Modifiers: +25% vs. base SPEEDER Domain: Land Speed: 102km\hr Modality: Wheeled Dimensions: 7.7x3.6x2.9m Modifiers: +25% in open HOVERTANK Domain: Land Speed: 227 km\hr Modality: Aircushion Dimensions: 6.9x3x3m Modifiers: +25% in open FOIL Domain: Sea Speed: 62 km\hr Modality: Airfoil Dimensions: 162x24.25x17.5m Modifiers: None CRUISER Domain: Sea Speed: 115 km\hr Modality: Naval Keel Dimensions: 200x50.5x20m Modifiers: None NEEDLEJET Domain: Air Speed: 766 km\hr Modality: Fixed-wing aircraft Dimensions: 18.6x12.5x4.4m Modifiers: Require refuel every 2 turns 'COPTER Domain: Air Speed: 523 km\hr Modality: Rotary Dimensions: 15.5x6x4m Modifiers: Range unaffected by fuel GRAVSHIP Domain: Air Speed: 1021 km\hr Modality: Gravitron booster Dimensions: 22x8x6m Modifiers: Range unaffected by fuel MISSILE Domain: Air Speed: 232.5 km\hr Modality: Assisted airflow Dimensions: 15.5x.5x.5m Modifiers: Destroyed on impact REACTORS FISSION PLANT Rating: 32655 kw Throughput: 29377 kw Efficiency: 89.99% Discharge: 52 r Fuel source: U-235 FUSION REACTOR Rating: 68003 kw Throughput: 62821 kw Efficiency: 92.38% Discharge: 67 r Fuel source: Ionized deuterium QUANTUM CHAMBER Rating: 147893 kw Throughput: 141977 kw Efficiency: 96.01% Discharge: 21 r Fuel source: Deuterium-tritium mix SINGULARITY ENGINE Rating: >4000000 kw Throughput: Var Efficiency: Var Discharge: N\A Fuel source: Vizorium-5 WEAPONS HAND WEAPONS Ammo: 7.62mm UN standard Muzzle velocity: 1100 mps Rate of fire: Var; max 120\min Max range: 550 m Target acquistion: Visual LASER Active medium: Diode Type: Fiber-coupled Pulse duration: 5 nsec Wavelength: 193 nm Peak power: .84 gw Burn rate (1m steel): .76 sec PARTICLE IMPACTOR Ammo: 10mm caseless Kinetic Energy Muzzle velocity: 2500 mps Rate of fire: 1100\min Max range: 2700 m Target acquistion: Optical MISSILE LAUNCHER Ammo: Mk. 12(t) 'Sabre' missile Velocity: Mach 2.2 Rate of fire: 6\min Max range: 90 km Target acquistion: IR signature GATLING LASER Active medium: Neodymium-glass Type: Conductively cooled stacked array Pulse duration: 2 nsec Wavelength: 107 nm Peak power: .96 gw Burn rate (1m steel): .52 sec CHAOS GUN Ammo: 9mm caseless Field Disruptor Muzzle velocity: 3000 mps Rate of fire: 10\min Max range: 11 km Target acquistion: Field Differential FUSION LASER Active medium: Neodymium-YAG Type: Actively cooled stacked array Pulse duration: 15 nsec Wavelength: 573 nm Peak power: 2.4 gw Burn rate (1m steel): .14 sec TACHYON BOLT Active medium: Molecular hydrogen Type: Active liquid coolant Pulse duration: 1 usec Wavelength: 680 nm Peak power: 5 gw Burn rate (1m steel): .07 sec PLASMA SHARD Ammo: 15 mm Mass-energy shell Muzzle velocity: Var; max 4000 mps Rate of fire: 160\min Max range: 16 km Target acquistion: Charged particle QUANTUM LASER Active medium: Temporal field distortion Type: Crystal diffusion Pulse duration: N\A Wavelength: .005 nm Peak power: Var. Burn rate (1m steel): N\A GRAVITON GUN Ammo: 2mm 3-stage particle-accelerated Muzzle velocity: 9800 mps Rate of fire: 2000\min Max range: 1.4 km Target acquistion: Nanoremote SINGULARITY LASER Active medium: Temporal boundary Type: Singularity induction Pulse duration: Relative Wavelength: .001 nm Peak power: N\A (approach inf.) Burn rate (1m steel): Relative PSI ATTACK Active medium: Patterened energy Type: Compelled dissociative Range: Line of sight Peak power: Inverse to distance Target acquisition: Psi lock PLANET BUSTER Designation: Mk. 714 Plasma bomb Active kill radius: 2000 km Explosve force: 296 gt TNT Target acquistion: Charged particle COLONY MODULE Complement: 1000+ Composition: Prefab plastic Hydroponics rating: indef. Armament: Sidearms only Armor: Passive (Applique) TERRAFORMING UNIT Crew: 367 Composition: Bonded steel\ceramic Armament: Sidearms only Armor: Passive (Applique) TROOP TRANSPORT Capacity: 500 troops + support Composition: Hardened plasteel Hydroponics rating: ST Armor: Passive (Applique) SUPPLY TRANSPORT Capacity: 2575 mt Composition: reinforced plasteel Armament: Sidearms only Armor: Passive (Applique) PROBE TEAM Complement: 16 Counterintel suite: ShieldSafe V 6.0 Armament: Cyberlinks\mind control Armor: Passive (Applique) DEFENSES NO ARMOR Type: N\A Tensile strength: N\A Density: N\A Thickness: N\A SYNTHMETAL ARMOR Type: Chobham (modified) Tensile strength: Base Density: 2.3 kg\l Thickness: 250mm PLASMA STEEL ARMOR Type: Mass-energy composite Tensile strength: 5X base Density: 2.5 kg\l Thickness: 520mm SILKSTEEL ARMOR Type: Bonded Tensile strength: 23X base Density: 2.5 kg\l Thickness: 520mm PHOTON WALL Type: Refractive field Tensile strength: 46X base Density: N\A Thickness: 2m PROBABILITY SHEATH Type: Phase adjustment Tensile strength: 97X base Density: N\A Thickness: N\A NEUTRONIUM ARMOR Type: Kinetic diffusion Tensile strength: 198X base Density: 4kg\l Thickness: 755mm ANTIMATTER PLATE Type: Reactive Tensile strength: 560X base Density -4 kg\l Thickness: Var. STASIS GENERATOR Type: Temporal field distortion Tensile strength: N\A Density: N\A Thickness: N\A PSI DEFENSE Type: Pattern refraction Resistance: Proportional to distance Density: N\A Thickness: N\A ABILITIES SUPER FORMER Desc.: SmartSettler V2.0 s\w upgrade Effect: Terraform rate doubled Limits: Terraformer unit only Domain: All DEEP RADAR Desc.: Mk. 45 Sensor array upgrade Effect: Sees 2 spaces Limits: None Domain: All CLOAKING DEVICE Desc.: Type IV Refraction\diffusion shield Effect: Invisible; Ignores ZOCs Limits: Not for use in Probe Teams Domain: Land AMPHIBIOUS PODS Desc.: Hoverpod LCs Effect: Attacks from ships Limits: Combat units only Domain: Land DROP PODS Desc.: Aircushion LCs Effect: Can make airdrops Limits: None Domain: Land AIR SUPERIORITY Desc.: Mk. 66 fire control sensor Effect: Attacks air units Limits: Combat units only Domain: All DEEP PRESSURE HULL Desc.: Reinforced Silksteel chassis Effect: Operates underwater Limits: Combat units only Domain: Sea CARRIER DECK Desc.: Bonded alloy flight deck Effect: Mobile Airbase Limits: Not for use in Probe Teams Domain: Sea TRACKING LASERS Desc.: Mk. 190 FUBR fire control system Effect: x2 vs. air attacks Limits: Not for use with Psi or air units Domain: Land, Sea COMM JAMMER Desc.: Type IX ECTS EMP pulse generator Effect: +50% vs. fast units Limits: Combat, non-Psi units only Domain: Land ANTIGRAV STRUTS Desc.: Gravitron repulsor pylons Effect: +1 movement rate Limits: None Domain: Land EMPATH SONG Desc.: Psi lock s\w upgrade Effect: +50% attack vs. Psi Limits: Non-psi combat units only Domain: All FUNGICIDE TANKS Desc.: Boron defoilant system Effect: Clear fungus at double speed Limits: Terraformer units only Domain: All HIGH MORALE Desc.: Advanced Warfare Training Effect: Gains morale upgrade Limits: Combat units only Domain: All HEAVY ARTILLERY Desc.: Reactor chamber upgrade Effect: Bombards; -50% armor & move Limits: Non-psi units only Domain: Land CLEAN REACTOR Desc.: Reactor emission containment system Effect: Requires no support Limits: None Domain: All BLINK DISPLACER Desc.: Temporal distortion field Effect: Bypass base defenses Limits: Combat units only Domain: All HYPNOTIC TRANCE Desc.: Psychic amplification module Effect: +50% defense vs. PSI Limits: Non-psi combat units only Domain: All NERVE GAS PODS Desc.: Mk. 1 VX delivery system Effect: Can +50% offense (Atrocity) Limits: Non-psi combat units only Domain: Land, air REPAIR BAY Desc.: Modified Supply Transport module Effect: Repairs ground units on board Limits: Transport units only Domain: Air, sea NON-LETHAL METHODS Desc.: Stunjack cannon & training for police Effect: x2 Police powers Limits: Combat units only Domain: Land =========================================== Special Section-- Quotations =========================================== Opening Quotation Therefore the Lord God sent him forth from the garden of Eden. He drove out the man; and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubim, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life. -- The Conclave Bible, Datalinks Biogenetics We hold life to be sacred, but we also know the foundation of life consists in a stream of codes not so different from the successive frames of a watchvid. Why then cannot we cut one code short here, and start another there? Is life so fragile that it can withstand no tampering? Does the sacred brook no improvement? -- Chairman Sheng-ji Yang, "Dynamics of Mind" Industrial Base Resources exist to be consumed. And consumed they will be, if not by this generation then by some future. By what right does this forgotten future seek to deny us our birthright? None I say! Let us take what is ours, chew and eat our fill. -- CEO Nwabudike Morgan, "The Ethics of Greed" Information Networks The righteous need not cower before the drumbeat of human progress. Though the song of yesterday fades into the challenge of tomorrow, God still watches and judges us. Evil lurks in the datalinks as it lurked in the streets of yesteryear. But it was never the streets that were evil. -- Sister Miriam Godwinson, "The Blessed Struggle" Applied Physics Scientific theories are judged by the coherence they lend to our natural experience and the simplicity with which they do so. The grand principle of the heavens balances on the razor's edge of truth. -- Commissioner Pravin Lal, "A History of Science" Social Psych If you can discover a better way of life than office-holding for your future rulers, a well-governed city becomes a possibility. For only in such a state will those rule who are truly rich, not in gold, but in the wealth that makes happiness--a good and wise life. -- Plato, "The Republic", Datalinks Doctrine: Mobility Once a man has changed the relationship between himself and his environment, he cannot return to the blissful ignorance he left. Motion, of necessity, involves a change in perspective. -- Commissioner Pravin Lal, "A Social History of Planet" Centauri Ecology Planet's atmosphere, though a gasping death to humans and most animals, is paradise for Earth plants. The high nitrate content of the soil and the rich yellow sunlight bring an abundant harvest wherever adjustments can be made for the unusual soil conditions. -- Lady Deirdre Skye, "A Comparative Biology of Planet" Superconductor Important? Yes! Critical? Absolutely. I would go so far as to say that Superconducting Fiber alone makes our present economy possible. -- CEO Nwabudike Morgan, MorganLink 3DVision Live Interview Nonlinear Mathematics There are two kinds of scientific progress: the methodical experimentation and categorization which gradually extend the boundaries of knowledge, and the revolutionary leap of genius which redefines and transcends those boundaries. Acknowledging our debt to the former, we yearn nonetheless for the latter. -- Academician Prokhor Zakharov, "Address to the Faculty" Applied Relativity You ivory tower intellectuals must not lose touch with the world of industrial growth and hard currency. It is all very well and good to pursue these high-minded scientific theories, but research grants are expensive and you must justify your existence by providing not only knowledge, but concrete and profitable applications as well. -- CEO Nwabudike Morgan, "The Ethics of Greed" Fusion Power Our ancestors harnessed the power of a sun, and so again shall we. -- Commissioner Pravin Lal, "The Science of Our Fathers" Silksteel Alloys Until quite recently, spider silk had the highest tensile strength of any substance known to man, and the name Silksteel pays homage to the arachnid for good reason. -- Commissioner Pravin Lal, "U.N. Scientific Survey" Advanced Subatomic Theory The substructure of the universe regresses infinitely towards smaller and smaller components. Behind atoms we find electrons, and behind electrons quarks. Each layer unraveled reveals new secrets, but also new mysteries. -- Academician Prokhor Zakharov, "For I Have Tasted The Fruit" High Energy Chemistry At atrociously high energy states, the properties of matter change subtly and new miracles become possible. The Plasma Accretion process is now dangerous and difficult to control, but its products will soon become commonplace in our society. -- Sister Miriam Godwinson, "The Lord Works" Frictionless Surfaces As I stepped onto the Magtube, a thought struck me: Can there be friction where there is no substance? And can substance be tricked into hiding from itself? -- Dr. Gayle Nambala, Morgan Industries Researcher Nanometallurgy Our scientists now use fractal theory to "teach" the molecules to assume, or resume, a particular form. Substances of amazing strength become simple once the formulae are properly computed. -- Col. Corazon Santiago, "The Council of War" Superstring Theory A brave little theory, and actually quite coherent for a system of five or seven dimensions--if only we lived in one. -- Academician Prokhor Zakharov, "Now We Are Alone" Advanced Military Algorithms Man has killed man from the beginning of time, and each new frontier has brought new ways and new places to die. Why should the future be different? -- Col. Corazon Santiago, "Planet: A Survivalist's Guide" Monopole Magnets I maintain nonetheless that yin-yang dualism can be overcome. With sufficient enlightenment we can give substance to any distinction: mind without body, north without south, pleasure without pain. Remember, enlightenment is a function of willpower, not of physical strength. -- Chairman Sheng-ji Yang, "Essays on Mind and Matter" Matter Compression Preliminary analysis indicates that our rivals have developed a safe and reliable method to simulate conditions existing on the interior of a stellar mass. The fabrication and transmutation of materials possible in such an environment guarantees significant industrial and military applications. -- Probe Team Operations Directorate, Top Secret Report Unified Field Theory Beware, you who seek first and final principles, for you are trampling the garden of an angry God and he awaits you just beyond the last theorem. -- Sister Miriam Godwinson, "But for the Grace of God" Graviton Theory This unusual specimen is not so much a classic particle as a connector--a kind of string attaching two particles. As distance increases the connective power becomes attenuated, but if it is cut the power vanishes: forever. -- Academician Prokhor Zakharov, "For I Have Tasted The Fruit" Polymorphic Software Technological advance is an inherently iterative process. One does not simply take sand from the beach and produce a Dataprobe. We use crude tools to fashion better tools, and then our better tools to fashion more precise tools, and so on. Each minor refinement is a step in the process, and all of the steps must be taken. -- Chairman Sheng-ji Yang, "Looking God in the Eye" Applied Gravitonics "What goes up . . . better doggone well stay up!" -- Morgan Gravitonics, Company Slogan Inertial Damping Until now the battle had been proceeding smoothly: the enemy was outflanked and had been driven from the reactor housing. But against the reactor itself the matter cannon were strangely ineffective. Rounds simply . . . stopped. In mid-air. -- Col. Corazon Santiago, "A Tactical History of Sparta" Quantum Power Heaven lasts long, and Earth abides What is the secret of their durability? Is it because they do not live for themselves That they endure so long? -- Lao Tzu, Datalinks Singularity Mechanics Yes, yes, we've all heard the philosophers babble about "oneness" being "beautiful" and "holy". But let me tell you that {this} kind of oneness certainly isn't pretty and if you're not careful it will scare the bejeezus out of you. -- Anonymous Lab Technician, MorganLink 3DVision Live Interview Controlled Singularity Some would ask, how could a perfect God create a universe filled with so much that is evil. They have missed a greater conundrum: why would a perfect God create a universe at all? -- Sister Miriam Godwinson, "But for the Grace of God" Temporal Mechanics Time travel in the classic sense has no place in rational theory, but temporal distortion does exist on the quantum level, and more importantly it can be controlled. -- Academician Prokhor Zakharov "For I Have Tasted The Fruit" Probability Mechanics Einstein would turn over in his grave. Not only does God play dice, the dice are loaded. -- Chairman Sheng-ji Yang, "Looking God in the Eye" Pre-Sentient Algorithms Begin with a function of arbitrary complexity. Feed it values, "sense data". Then, take your result, square it, and feed it back into your original function, adding a new set of sense data. Continue to feed your results back into the original function ad infinitum. What do you have? The fundamental principle of human consciousness. -- Academician Prokhor Zakharov, "The Feedback Principle" Super Tensile Solids Optical computers, genetic catalogs, nanorepair modules--forget all of that. It's when you see a megaton of steel suspended over your head by a thread the thickness of a human hair that you really find God in technology. -- Anonymous Metagenics Dockworker, MorganLink 3DVision Live Interview Planetary Networks If our society seems more nihilistic than that of previous eras, perhaps this is simply a sign of our maturity as a sentient species. As our collective consciousness expands beyond a crucial point, we are at last ready to accept life's fundamental truth: that life's only purpose is life itself. -- Chairman Sheng-ji Yang, "Looking God in the Eye" Digital Sentience We are no longer particularly in the business of writing software to perform specific tasks. We now teach the software how to learn, and in the primary bonding process it molds itself around the task to be performed. The feedback loop never really ends, so a tenth year polysentience can be a priceless jewel or a psychotic wreck, but it is the primary bonding--the childhood, if you will--that has the most far-reaching repercussions. -- Bad'l Ron, Wakener, Morgan Polysoft Self-Aware Machines Without sensibility no object would be given to us, without understanding no object would be thought. Thoughts without content are empty, intuitions without concepts are blind. -- Immanuel Kant, "Critique of Pure Reason", Datalinks I swear sometimes they're watching me. -- Bozon Pete, Shift Foreman, Metagenics Biomachinery Division Doctrine: Initiative A ship at sea is its own world. To be the captain of a ship is to be the unquestioned ruler of that world and requires all of the leadership skills of a prince or minister. -- Col. Corazon Santiago, "Leadership and the Sea" Doctrine: Flexibility He held his arm too stiffly, and so was thrown back repeatedly, until at last I seized his forearm and snapped it back against itself. His training suffered while the arm healed, of course, but I felt this was a lesson he must learn early, and well. -- Spartan Kel, "Honing the Ki" Intellectual Integrity Man's unfailing capacity to believe what he prefers to be true rather than what the evidence shows to be likely and possible has always astounded me. We long for a caring Universe which will save us from our childish mistakes, and in the face of mountains of evidence to the contrary we will pin all our hopes on the slimmest of doubts. God has not been proven not to exist, therefore he must exist. -- Academician Prokhor Zakharov, "For I Have Tasted The Fruit" Synthetic Fossil Fuels Fossil fuels in the last century reached their extreme prices because of their inherent utility: they pack a great deal of potential energy into an extremely efficient package. If we can but sidestep the 100 million year production process, we can corner this market once again. -- CEO Nwabudike Morgan, Strategy Session Doctrine: Air Power Air Power rests at the apex of the first triad of victory, for it combines Mobility, Flexibility, and Initiative. -- Spartan Battle Manual Photon/Wave Mechanics Time dilates as the speed of light approaches. To the extent that light consists of particles, it is in its own way timeless. Through simple perturbations of the temporal manifold, we can refract or repel photons most efficiently. -- Academician Prokhor Zakharov, "Now We Are Alone" Mind/Machine Interface The Warrior's bland acronym, MMI, obscures the true horror of this monstrosity. Its inventors promise a new era of genius, but meanwhile unscrupulous power brokers use its forcible installation to violate the sanctity of unwilling human minds. They are creating their own private army of demons. -- Commissioner Pravin Lal, "Report on Human Rights" Nanominiaturization Objects once measured in meters have become so small that they cannot be seen by the naked eye, with revolutionary applications across the board. Gentlemen, forget what your courtesans have told you: size does matter! -- CEO Nwabudike Morgan, Morgan Industries Annual Report Doctrine: Loyalty Therefore a wise prince will seek means by which his subjects will always and in every possible condition of things have need of his government, and then they will always be faithful to him. -- Niccolo Machiavelli, "The Prince", Datalinks Ethical Calculus Some vices miss what is right because they are deficient, others because they are excessive, in feelings or in actions, while virtue finds and chooses the mean. -- Aristotle, "Nichomachean Ethics", Datalinks Industrial Economics Our first challenge is to create an entire economic infrastructure, from top to bottom, out of whole cloth. No gradual evolution from previous economic systems is possible, because there IS no previous economic system. Each interdependent piece must be materialized simultaneously and in perfect working order; otherwise the system will crash out before it ever gets off the ground. -- CEO Nwabudike Morgan, "The Centauri Monopoly" Industrial Automation In the borehole pressure mines 100km beneath Planetsurface, at the Mohorovicic Discontinuity where crust gives way to mantle, temperatures often reach levels well in excess of 1000 degrees Celsius. Exploitation of Planet's resources under such brutal conditions has required quantum advances in robotic and teleoperational technology. -- Morgan Industries, Ltd., "Annual Report" Centauri Meditation The Isle of the Deep is really not a single creature but a colony of thousands of individual tubules, an aquatic vector of the Mind Worm which terrorizes Planet's continents. Over its lifetime certain tubules secrete a tough, gluelike substance which hardens to form the characteristic shell that floats the colony and creates the appearance of a rogue island. -- Lady Deirdre Skye, "A Comparative Biology of Planet" Secrets of the Human Brain There are only two ways in which we can account for a necessary agreement of experience with the concepts of its objects: either experience makes these concepts possible or these concepts make experience possible. -- Immanuel Kant, "Critique of Pure Reason", Datalinks Gene Splicing The genetic code does not, and cannot, specify the nature and position of every capillary in the body or every neuron in the brain. What it {can} do is describe the underlying fractal pattern which creates them. -- Academician Prokhor Zakharov, "Nonlinear Genetics" Bio-Engineering Why do you insist that the human genetic code is "sacred" or "taboo"? It is a chemical process and nothing more. For that matter -we- are chemical processes and nothing more. If you deny yourself a useful tool simply because it reminds you uncomfortably of your mortality, you have uselessly and pointlessly crippled yourself. -- Chairman Sheng-ji Yang, "Looking God in the Eye" Biomachinery I loved my chosen. How then to face the day when she left me? So I took from her body a single cell, perhaps to love her again. -- Commissioner Pravin Lal, "Time of Bereavement" Neural Grafting I think, and my thoughts cross the barrier into the synapses of the machine, just as the good doctor intended. But what I cannot shake, and what hints at things to come, is that thoughts cross back. In my dreams, the sensibility of the machine invades the periphery of my consciousness: dark, rigid, cold, alien. Evolution is at work here, but just what is evolving remains to be seen. -- Commissioner Pravin Lal, "Man and Machine" Cyberethics The wicked have told me of things that delight them, but not such things as your law has to tell. -- Saint Augustine, "Confessions", Datalinks Eudaimonia The happy life is thought to be one of excellence; now an excellent life requires exertion, and does not consist in amusement. If Eudaimonia, or happiness, is activity in accordance with excellence, it is reasonable that it should be in accordance with the highest excellence; and this will be that of the best thing in us. -- Aristotle, "Nichomachean Ethics", Datalinks The Will to Power Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman--a rope over an abyss. A dangerous across, a dangerous on-the-way, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous shuddering and stopping. What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end: what can be loved in man is that he is an overture and a going under. I love those who do not know how to live, for they are those who cross over. -- Friedrich Nietzsche, "Thus Spoke Zarathustra", Datalinks Threshold of Transcendence And when he has brought forth and reared this perfect virtue, he shall be called the friend of god, and if ever it is given to man to put on immortality, it shall be given to him. -- Plato, "The Symposium", Datalinks Matter Transmission The first living thing to go through the device was a small white rat. I still have him, in fact. As you can see, the damage was not so great as they say. -- Academician Prokhor Zakharov, "See How They Run" Centauri Empathy Observe the Razorbeak as it tends so carefully to the fungal blooms; just the right bit from the yellow, then a swatch from the pink. Follow the Glow Mites as they gather and organize the fallen spores. What higher order guides their work? Mark my words: someone or something is {managing} the ecology of this planet. -- Lady Deirdre Skye, "Planet Dreams" Environmental Economics We sit together, the mountain and I, until only the mountain remains -- Li Po, From the Yang Collection Ecological Engineering The prevalence of anoxic environments rich in organic material, combined with the presence of nitrated compounds has led to an astonishing variety of underground organisms which live in the absence of oxygen and "breathe" nitrate. Likewise, the scarcity of carbon in the environment has forced plants to economize on its use. Thus, all our efforts to return carbon to the biosphere will encourage the native life to proliferate. Conversely, the huge quantities of nitrate in the soil will be heaven to human farmers. -- Lady Deirdre Skye, "The Early Years" Planetary Economics The Morgans fear what may not be purchased, for a trader cannot comprehend a thing that is priceless. -- Sister Miriam Godwinson, "The Collected Sermons" Adv. Ecological Engineering You are the children of a dead planet, earthdeirdre, and this death we do not comprehend. We shall take you in, but may we ask this question--will we too catch the planetdeath disease? -- Lady Deirdre Skye, "Conversations with Planet" Centauri Psi The Mind Worms are the natural defenses of the living Planet--the white blood cells, if you will. In a world in which unassimilated thought represents danger, the Mind Worm seeks out concentrations of sentient mental energy and destroys them, ruthlessly and efficiently. -- Commissioner Pravin Lal, "Mind Worm, Mind Worm" Secrets of Alpha Centauri You waited so long to heed us, earthdeirdre, Almost we pruned you, as we may yet prune your branches. -- Lady Deirdre Skye, "Conversations with Planet" Secrets of Creation And when the hourglass has run out, the hourglass of temporality, when the noise of secular life has grown silent and its restless or ineffectual activism has come to an end, when everything around you is still, as it is in eternity, then eternity asks you and every individual in these millions and millions about only one thing: whether you have lived in despair or not. -- Soren Kierkegaard, "The Sickness Unto Death", Datalinks Advanced Spaceflight And so we return again to the holy void. Some say this is simply our destiny, but I would have you remember always that the void EXISTS, just as surely as you or I. Is nothingness any less a miracle than substance? -- Sister Miriam Godwinson, "We Must Dissent" Homo Superior Companions the creator seeks, not corpses, not herds and believers. Fellow creators the creator seeks--those who write new values on new tablets. Companions the creator seeks, and fellow harvesters; for everything about him is ripe for the harvest. -- Friedrich Nietzsche, "Thus Spoke Zarathustra", Datalinks Organic Superlubricant Organic Superlube? Oh, it's great stuff, great stuff. You really have to keep an eye on it, though--it'll try and slide away from you the first chance it gets. -- T. M. Morgan-Reilly, Morgan Metagenics Quantum Machinery Men in their arrogance claim to understand the nature of creation, and devise elaborate theories to describe its behavior. But always they discover in the end that God was quite a bit more clever than they thought. -- Sister Miriam Godwinson, "We Must Dissent" Global Energy Theory "Energy is the currency of the future." -- CEO Nwabudike Morgan, "The Centauri Monopoly" Nanomatter Editation 'Abort, Retry, Fail?' was the phrase some wormdog scrawled next to the door of the Edit Universe project room. And when the new dataspinners started working, fabricating their worlds on the huge organic comp systems, we'd remind them: if you see this message, {always} choose 'Retry.' -- Bad'l Ron, Wakener, Morgan Polysoft Optical Computers We have reached an informational threshold which can only be crossed by harnessing the speed of light directly. The quickest computations require the fastest possible particles moving along the shortest paths. Since the capability now exists to take our information directly from photons travelling molecular distances, the final act of the information revolution will soon be upon us. -- Academician Prokhor Zakharov, "For I Have Tasted The Fruit" Industrial Nanorobotics Already we have turned all of our critical industries, all of our material resources, over to these . . . things . . . these lumps of silver and paste we call nanorobots. And now we propose to teach them intelligence? What, pray tell, will we do when these little homunculi awaken one day and announce that they have no further need of us? -- Sister Miriam Godwinson, "We Must Dissent" Centauri Genetics Remember, genes are NOT blueprints. This means you can't, for example, insert "the genes for an elephant's trunk" into a giraffe and get a giraffe with a trunk. There -are- no genes for trunks. What you CAN do with genes is chemistry, since DNA codes for chemicals. For instance, we can in theory splice the native plants' talent for nitrogen fixation into a terran plant. -- Academician Prokhor Zakharov, "Nonlinear Genetics" Sentient Econometrics The fungus has been Planet's dominant lifeform since about the time of the Lower Paleozoic on Earth. But when, once every hundred million years or so, the neural net at last achieves the critical mass necessary to become sentient, the final metamorphosis kills off most of the other life on the planet. It is possible that we humans can help to break this tragic cycle. -- Lady Deirdre Skye, "Planet Dreams" Retroviral Engineering The Academician's private residences shall remain off-limits to the Genetic Inspectors. We possess no retroviral capability, we are not researching retroviral engineering, and we shall not allow this Council to violate faction privileges in the name of this ridiculous witch hunt!" -- Fedor Petrov, Vice Provost for University Affairs Satellite Reconnaissance I have often been asked: if we have traveled between the stars, why can we not launch the simplest of orbital probes? These fools fail to understand the difficulty of finding the appropriate materials on this Planet, of developing adequate power supplies, and creating the infrastructure necessary to support such an effort. In short, we have struggled under the limitations of a colonial society on a virgin planet. Until now. -- Col. Corazon Santiago, "Planet: A Survivalist's Guide" Transcendent Thought Eternity lies ahead of us, and behind. Have you drunk your fill? -- Lady Deirdre Skye, "Conversations with Planet", Epilogue The Human Genome Project To map the very stuff of life; to look into the genetic mirror and watch a million generations march past. That, friends, is both our curse and our proudest achievement. For it is in reaching to our beginnings that we begin to learn who we truly are. -- Academician Prokhor Zakharov, "Address to the Faculty" The Command Nexus Information, the first principle of warfare, must form the foundation of all your efforts. Know, of course, thine enemy. But in knowing him do not forget above all to know thyself. The commander who embraces this totality of battle shall win even with the inferior force. -- Spartan Battle Manual The Weather Paradigm I shall not confront Planet as an enemy, but shall accept its mysteries as gifts to be cherished. Nor shall I crudely seek to peel the layers away like the skin from an onion. Instead I shall gather them together as the tree gathers the breeze. The wind shall blow and I shall bend. The sky shall open and I shall drink my fill. -- Gaian Acolyte's Prayer The Merchant Exchange Human behavior is economic behavior. The particulars may vary, but competition for limited resources remains a constant. Need as well as greed have followed us to the stars, and the rewards of wealth still await those wise enough to recognize this deep thrumming of our common pulse. -- CEO Nwabudike Morgan, "The Centauri Monopoly" The Empath Guild Symbols are the key to telepathy. The mind wraps its secrets in symbols; when we discover the symbols that shape our enemy's thought, we can penetrate the vault of his mind. -- Lady Deirdre Skye, "Our Secret War" The Citizens' Defense Force As the writhing, teeming mass of Mind Worms swarmed over the outer perimeter, we saw the defenders recoil in horror. "Stay calm! Use your flame guns!" shouted the commander, but to no avail. It is well known that the Mind Worm Boil uses psychic terror to paralyze its prey, and then carefully implants ravenous larvae in the brains of its still-conscious victims. Even with the best weapons, only the most disciplined troops can resist this horrific attack. -- Lady Deirdre Skye, "Our Secret War" The Virtual World What do I care for your suffering? Pain, even agony, is no more than information before the senses, data fed to the computer of the mind. The lesson is simple: you have received the information, now act on it. Take control of the input and you shall become master of the output. -- Chairman Sheng-ji Yang, "Essays on Mind and Matter" The Planetary Transit System As distances vanish and the people can flow freely from place to place, society will cross a psychological specific heat boundary and enter a new state. No longer a solid or liquid, we have become as a vapor and will expand to fill all available space. And like a gas, we shall not be easily contained. -- Sister Miriam Godwinson, "But for the Grace of God" The Xenoempathy Dome I believe Planet will talk to us if we are willing to listen. These fungal stalks behave as multistate relays: taken together, the neural net connectivity must be staggering. Can a planet be said to have achieved sentience? -- Lady Deirdre Skye, Arguments in Council The Neural Amplifier Against such abominations, we organize our defenses on the principle that one strong and able mind can shield the many. -- Spartan Battle Manual Maritime Control Center It is altogether fitting that we who have sailed the deeps of space now return again to the sea. This is in many ways a water planet, and it can be ruled from the waves. With sea power, rugged terrain can be bypassed and enemy strongholds isolated. Once naval superiority is achieved, Planet is ours for the taking. -- Col. Corazon Santiago, "Planet: A Survivalist's Guide" The Planetary Datalinks As the Americans learned so painfully in Earth's final century, free flow of information is the only safeguard against tyranny. The once-chained people whose leaders at last lose their grip on information flow will soon burst with freedom and vitality, but the free nation gradually constricting its grip on public discourse has begun its rapid slide into despotism. Beware of he who would deny you access to information, for in his heart he dreams himself your master. -- Commissioner Pravin Lal, "U.N. Declaration of Rights" The Supercollider God does not play dice. -- Albert Einstein, Datalinks The Ascetic Virtues Learn to overcome the crass demands of flesh and bone, for they warp the matrix through which we perceive the world. Extend your awareness outward, beyond the self of body, to embrace the self of group and the self of humanity. The goals of the group and the greater race are transcendent, and to embrace them is to achieve enlightenment. -- Chairman Sheng-ji Yang, "Essays on Mind and Matter" The Longevity Vaccine I plan to live forever, of course, but barring that I'd settle for a couple thousand years. Even five hundred would be pretty nice. -- CEO Nwabudike Morgan, MorganLink 3DVision Interview The Hunter-Seeker Algorithm If I determine the enemy's disposition of forces while I have no perceptible form, I can concentrate my forces while the enemy is fragmented. The pinnacle of military deployment approaches the formless: if it is formless, then even the deepest spy cannot discern it nor the wise make plans against it. -- Sun Tzu, "The Art of War", Datalinks The Pholus Mutagen We welcome you, earthdeirdre and earthwheat and earthtree as honored guests, for you add great power to our ancient song-- planetfungus and planetworm and planetmind sing and play here, and you are welcome among us. -- Lady Deirdre Skye, "Conversations with Planet" The Cyborg Factory A handsome young Cyborg named Ace, Wooed women at every base, But once ladies glanced at His special enhancement They vanished with nary a trace. -- Barracks Graffiti, Sparta Command The Theory of Everything The Earth is the cradle of the mind, but one cannot stay in the cradle forever. -- Konstantin Tsiolkovsky, The Father of Rocketry, Datalinks The Dream Twister Mary had a little lamb, Little lamb little lamb, Mary had a little lamb, whose fleece was white as snow. -- Assassins' Redoubt, Final Transmission The Universal Translator And the Lord said, "Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do. Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another's speech." -- The Conclave Bible, Datalinks The Network Backbone Of course we'll bundle our MorganNet software with the new network nodes; our customers expect no less of us. We have never sought to become a monopoly. Our products are simply so good that no one feels the need to compete with us. -- CEO Nwabudike Morgan, Morgan Data Systems press release The Nano Factory Industrial Grade Nano-Paste, Planet's most valuable commodity, can also be one of its most dangerous. Simply pour out several canisters, slide in a programming transponder, and step well away while the stuff cooks. In under an hour the nano will use available materials to assemble a small factory, a hovertank, or enough impact rifles to equip a regiment. -- Col. Corazon Santiago, "Planet: A Survivalist's Guide" The Living Refinery We estimate that during the next mission century most of Planet's industries will be moved off-planet to Nessus Prime and other orbital facilities. Many of our industries will benefit greatly from the low gravity environments available in space, particularly those involving genetically engineered microbes. -- CEO Nwabudike Morgan, "The Centauri Monopoly" The Cloning Vats We shall take only the greatest minds, the finest soldiers, the most faithful servants. We shall multiply them a thousandfold and release them to usher in a new era of glory. -- Col. Corazon Santiago, "The Council of War" The Self-Aware Colony Will we next create false gods to rule over us? How proud we have become, and how blind. -- Sister Miriam Godwinson, "We Must Dissent" Clinical Immortality And the Lord God said, "Behold, the man is become as one of us, to know good and evil: and now, lest he put forth his hand, and take also of the tree of life, and eat, and live forever, we must send him forth." Therefore the Lord God sent him forth from the garden of Eden, to till the ground from whence he was taken. -- The Conclave Bible, Datalinks The Space Elevator In one moment, Earth; in the next, Heaven. -- Academician Prokhor Zakharov, "For I Have Tasted The Fruit" The Singularity Inductor What actually transpires beneath the veil of an event horizon? Decent people shouldn't think too much about that. -- Academician Prokhor Zakharov, "For I Have Tasted The Fruit" The Bulk Matter Transmitter And what of the immortal soul in such transactions? Can this machine transmit and reattach it as well? Or is it lost forever, leaving a soulless body to wander the world in despair? -- Sister Miriam Godwinson, "We Must Dissent" The Telepathic Matrix From the delicate strands, between minds we weave our mesh: a blanket to warm the soul. -- Lady Deirdre Skye, "The Collected Poems" The Voice of Planet Imagine the entire contents of the planetary datalinks, the sum total of human knowledge, blasted into the Planetmind's fragile neural network with the full power of every reactor on the planet. Thousands of years of civilization compressed into a single searing burst of revelation. That is our last-ditch attempt to win humanity a reprieve from extinction at the hands of an awakening alien god. -- Academician Prokhor Zakharov, "Planet Speaks" Ascent to Transcendence No longer mere earthbeings and planetbeings are we, but bright children of the stars! And together we shall dance in and out of ten billion years, celebrating the gift of consciousness until the stars themselves grow cold and weary, and our thoughts turn again to the beginning. -- Lady Deirdre Skye, "Conversations with Planet" Headquarters As we approached we were confronted by the ruined splendor of Sparta Command. The true immensity of the place became instantly apparent as our Quantum Tank crunched over the rubble and parked next to a shattered bunker, but the extent of the destruction took weeks to assess. The shielded datacore had sustained several massive breaches and smoke still billowed from the numerous cannon ports. There were few signs of human life. -- Lady Deirdre Skye, "Our Secret War" Children's Creche Proper care and education for our children remains a cornerstone of our entire colonization effort. Children not only shape our future; they determine in many ways our present. Men and women work harder knowing their children are safe and close at hand. And never forget that, with children present, parents will defend their home to the death. -- Col. Corazon Santiago, "Planet: A Survivalist's Guide" Recycling Tanks It is every citizen's final duty to go into the tanks and become one with all the people. -- Chairman Sheng-ji Yang, "Ethics for Tomorrow" Perimeter Defense Having now established a secure perimeter, we have made ourselves relatively safe from enemy incursions. But against the seemingly random attacks by Planet's native life only our array of warning sensors can help us, for the Mind Worms infiltrate through every crevice and chew through anything softer than plasmasteel. -- Lady Deirdre Skye, "The Early Years" Tachyon Field The klaxon began to wail, but we felt the reassuring tingle of the Tachyon Field crackling to life around us, encasing the entire base in its impenetrable glow. -- Spartan Kel, "The Fall of Sparta" Recreation Commons The entire character of a base and its inhabitants can be absorbed in a quick trip to the Rec Commons. The sweaty arenas of Fort Legion, the glittering gambling halls of Morgan Bank, the sunny lovers' trysts in Gaia's High Garden, or the somber reading rooms of U.N. Headquarters. Even the feeding bay at the Hive gives stark insight into the sleeping demons of Yang's communal utopia. -- Commissioner Pravin Lal, "A Social History of Planet" Energy Bank Life is merely an orderly decay of energy states, and survival requires the continual discovery of new energy to pump into the system. He who controls the sources of energy controls the means of survival. -- CEO Nwabudike Morgan, "The Centauri Monopoly" Network Node I don't know but I've been told, Deirdre's got a Network Node. Likes to press the on-off switch, Dig that crazy Gaian witch! -- Spartan Barracks March Biology Lab Although Planet's native life is based, like Earth's, on right-handed DNA, and codes for all the same amino acids, the inevitable chemical and structural differences from a billion years of evolution in an alien environment render the native plant life highly poisonous to humans. Juicy, ripe grenade fruits may look appealing, but a mouthful of organonitrates will certainly change your mind in a hurry. -- Lady Deirdre Skye, "A Comparative Biology of Planet" Skunkworks The popular stereotype of the researcher is that of a skeptic and a pessimist. Nothing could be further from the truth! Scientists must be optimists at heart, in order to block out the incessant chorus of those who say "It cannot be done." -- Academician Prokhor Zakharov, University Commencement Hologram Theatre Richard Baxton piloted his Recon Rover into a fungal vortex and held off four waves of mind worms, saving an entire colony. We immediately purchased his identity manifests and repackaged him into the Recon Rover Rick character with a multi-tiered media campaign: televids, touchbooks, holos, psi-tours--the works. People need heroes. They don't need to know how he died clawing his eyes out, screaming for mercy. The real story would just hurt sales, and dampen the spirits of our customers. -- "Mythology for Profit" Morgan Stellartots Keynote Speech Paradise Garden That sunny dome! Those caves of ice! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise. -- Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Datalinks Tree Farm In the great commons at Gaia's Landing we have a tall and particularly beautiful stand of white pine, planted at the time of the first colonies. It represents our promise to the people, and to Planet itself, never to repeat the tragedy of Earth. -- Lady Deirdre Skye, "Planet Dreams" Hybrid Forest You see in this dome the intermingling of native and earth plants. Outside, they are competitors, struggling over the trace elements required for life. Often, one destroys the other. Here, they are tended with care and kept well nourished. They thrive together, and the native fungus does not unleash its terrible defenses. As you can see, competition is unnecessary when resources are plentiful and population growth is controlled. -- Lady Deirdre Skye, "Planet Dreams" Fusion Lab It will happen, and it will happen in our lifetimes. Fusion Power isn't just the future. Fusion Power is now. -- T. M. Morgan-Reilly, Morgan Metagenics Quantum Lab Have you ever wondered why clouds behave in such familiar ways when each specimen is so unique? Or why the energy exchange market is so unpredictable? In the coming age we must develop and apply nonlinear mathematical models to real world phenomena. We shall seek, and find, the hidden fractal keys which can unravel the chaos around us. -- Academician Prokhor Zakharov, University Commencement Research Hospital Some civilian workers got in among the research patients today and became so hysterical I felt compelled to have them nerve stapled. The consequence, of course, will be another public relations nightmare, but I was severely shaken by the extent of their revulsion towards a project so vital to our survival. -- CEO Nwabudike Morgan, The Personal Diaries Nanohospital It is a medical commonplace that the tissues of the human body replace themselves regularly, essentially creating an entirely new body every seven years. From whence then come cancer and the slow degeneration of age? They exist as faults in the patterns of intelligence within the genes themselves; by reprogramming these smallest parts, the whole becomes well. -- Academician Prokhor Zakharov, "Nonlinear Genetics" Robotic Assembly Plant Captain said to big old John Henry, That old drill keeps a-coming around. Take that steam drill out and start it on that job Let it whop, let it whop that steel on down Let it whop, let it whop that steel on down. -- Traditional, Datalinks Nanoreplicator Look at any photograph or work of art. If you could duplicate exactly the first tiny dot of color, and then the next and the next, you would end with a perfect copy of the whole, indistinguishable from the original in every way, including the so-called "moral value" of the art itself. Nothing can transcend its smallest elements. -- CEO Nwabudike Morgan, "The Ethics of Greed" Quantum Converter And when at last it is time for the transition from megacorporation to planetary government, from entrepreneur to emperor, it is then that the true genius of our strategy shall become apparent, for energy is the lifeblood of this society and when the chips are down he who controls the energy supply controls Planet. In former times the energy monopoly was called "The Power Company"; we intend to give this name an entirely new meaning. -- CEO Nwabudike Morgan, "The Centauri Monopoly" Genejack Factory My gift to industry is the genetically engineered worker, or Genejack. Specially designed for labor, the Genejack's muscles and nerves are ideal for his task, and the cerebral cortex has been atrophied so that he can desire nothing except to perform his duties. Tyranny, you say? How can you tyrannize someone who cannot feel pain? -- Chairman Sheng-ji Yang, "Essays on Mind and Matter" Punishment Sphere It is not uncommon to see patients undergo permanent psychological trauma in the presence of the Sphere, before the nerve stapler has even been strapped into position. Its effect on the general consciousness of the culture is profound: husbands have seen wives go inside, and mothers their children. Dr. Xynan left the surface of the sphere semitranslucent for a reason. You can hear them in there; you can see them. It is a thing of terrible beauty. -- Baron Klim, "The Music of the Spheres" Hab Complex The chief aim of their constitution and government is that, whenever public needs permit, all citizens should be free, so far as possible, to withdraw their time and energy from the service of the body, and devote themselves to the freedom and culture of the mind. For that, they think, is the real happiness of life. -- Sir Thomas More, "Utopia", Datalinks Habitation Dome I sit in my cubicle, here on the motherworld. When I die, they will put my body in a box and dispose of it in the cold ground. And in all the million ages to come, I will never breathe or laugh or twitch again. So won't you run and play with me here among the teeming mass of humanity? The universe has spared us this moment. -- Anonymous, Datalinks Pressure Dome When beholding the tranquil beauty and brilliancy of the ocean's skin, one forgets the tiger heart that pants beneath it; and would not willingly remember that this velvet paw but conceals a remorseless fang. -- Herman Melville, "Moby Dick", Datalinks Command Center Superior training and superior weaponry have, when taken together, a geometric effect on overall military strength. Well-trained, well-equipped troops can stand up to many more times their lesser brethren than linear arithmetic would seem to indicate. -- Spartan Battle Manual Naval Yard The sea is everything. It covers seven-tenths of the globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert where a man is never alone, for he can feel life quivering all about him. The sea is only a receptacle for all the prodigious, supernatural things that exist inside it; it is only movement and love; it is the living infinite. -- Jules Verne, "20,000 Leagues Under The Sea", Datalinks Aerospace Complex You are orphans, earthdeirdre, your homeworld already buried so young among the aeons. Yet now you fill the skies where we watched a million sunsets with flame and contrails, paying no heed to the hard lessons the universe has tried to teach you. Are you a breath of life to invigorate a complacent world, you earthhumans, or an insidious cancer which must be excised? -- Lady Deirdre Skye, "Conversations With Planet" Bioenhancement Center We are all aware that the senses can be deceived, the eyes fooled. But how can we be sure our senses are not being deceived at any particular time, or even all the time? Might I just be a brain in a tank somewhere, tricked all my life into believing in the events of this world by some insane computer? And does my life gain or lose meaning based on my reaction to such solipsism? -- Project PYRRHO, Specimen 46, Vat 7 Activity Recorded M.Y. 2302.22467 TERMINATION OF SPECIMEN ADVISED Centauri Preserve In the years since our arrival, we have foolishly disrupted so many of Planet's ecosystems that entire species may vanish without our ever having understood, or even known them. We must halt this plunder, and halt it immediately, for our own survival as a species depends on our ability to strike a balance on this world. -- Commissioner Pravin Lal, "Mind Worm, Mind Worm" Temple of Planet Let the Gaians preach their silly religion, but one way or the other I shall see this compound burned, seared, and sterilized until every hiding place is found and until every last Mind Worm egg, every last slimy one, has been cooked to a smoking husk. That species shall be exterminated, I tell you! Exterminated! -- Academician Prokhor Zakharov, Lab Three aftermath Psi Gate Go through, my children! The time of miracles is upon us. Let us cast off sin and walk together to the Garden of the Lord. With God's mercy we shall meet again on the other side. -- Sister Miriam Godwinson, "Last Testament" Sky Hydroponics Lab Sky farms are fantastically beautiful, with their kilometer long networks of glass framed in grids of metal, and the sunlight shining through jungles of vegetation inside. When one of them catches the light, you can see the refracted beauty for miles; they are life-giving stars on a desolate planet...gardens on the wing. -- Lady Deidre Skye, "Planet Dreams" Nessus Mining Station Red-hot iron, white-hot iron, cold-black iron; an iron taste, and iron smell, and a Babel of iron sounds. -- Charles Dickens, Bleak House, Datalinks Orbital Power Transmitter Planet's Primary, Alpha Centauri A, blasts unimaginable quantities of energy into space each instant, and virtually every joule of it is wasted entirely. Incomprehensible riches can be ours if we can but stretch our arms wide enough to dip from this eternal river of wealth. -- CEO Nwabudike Morgan, "The Centauri Monopoly" Orbital Defense Pod God, from the mount of Sinai, whose gray top Shall tremble, he descending, will himself, In thunder, lightning, and loud trumpets' sound, Ordain them laws. -- John Milton, Paradise Lost, Datalinks Mass to Energy I hold a scrap of paper in the darkness and light it. I watch it burn bright and curl, disappearing into nothingness, and the heat burns my fingers. Where has it gone? What has it become? I cannot shake the feeling that I have witnessed a form of transcendence. -- Commissioner Pravin Lal, "The Convergence" ========================================== Special Section-- The Fictional Story ========================================== Journey to Centauri : Episode 1 "Captain." Shapes. Shadows, hovering over him. A sense of threat, darkness eclipsing his vision, and the distant sound of warning klaxons. He tried to lift his hands and could not, tried to speak and felt his throat turn to fire. A deep cold pressed down on him, crushing his bones to ice. "...this one...hurry" The voice again. More movement, seen through layers of frost and glass. I am the Captain came his next thought, sharp and coherent. I should be first.... First out of the sleep. Visions returned to him: the long rough cylinder of the ship, floating above the chaos of Earth. The massive cryobays with their rows of sleeping crew, the white-suited cryotechs moving ghostlike among them. His last memory of laying down in glass and feeling the blue tide rise to swallow him, forty years and a moment of darkness ago. Thinking, hoping, that when he woke again, it would be to the sight of Alpha Centauri's primary cresting the rim of a new planet, a new world. But now...something was wrong. Someone, unauthorized, moving around the ship. A wave of dizziness washed over him and his vision blurred into a sea of blue, red lights flashing in the distance. He could feel the ship shaking beneath him. "We move..." A shadow passed over him, and then another. Footsteps retreated. He stared up through the curved top of the cryocell, willing himself into the open spaces of the ship, trying to force his fingers to move. His brain signaled alarm but his heart and muscles, held in near stasis, would not respond. He waited, helpless, while the ship hurled on and the warning klaxons sounded their three beat sequence. After interminable moments he heard a click and a hiss, and then a storm exploded beneath him. Transmission Received, U.N.S. Unity Central Processor. Meteor Impact Detected. Fusion drive shut down. Severe Damage Hydroponics Mods 2, 3; cryobay 7. Triggering automatic wakeup of core staff per coded instructions. Journey to Centauri : Episode 2 Pravin Lal awakened to the hiss of the transparent capsule door breaking its seal and the feel of the ship's foundation shaking beneath him. His heart began to pound and he closed his eyes, breathing deeply, seeking calm. When his heartbeat slowed he opened his eyes once more. His training had prepared him for this: disorientation, sleep sickness, a deep fatigue that seemed to nest in his bones. He spit the respirator from his mouth and pulled the IVs from his arm, then lifted his hands, placed them on the glass lid above, and pushed. The cryocell opened. He was alive. Around him stretched the expanse of cryobay two, silent and vast, filled with over a thousand identical glass capsules, each one bathed in a pale blue light, each with tubes and cables snaking down to conduits in the floor. Over a thousand crew, but his eyes immediately, reflexively, turned to the cell at his left. He climbed to his feet and, ignoring the chill, crossed to it. He looked down through the glass. There, beneath the frost and bluish tint of the cryogel, he could make out her soft brown shape, indistinct, and the darkness of her long hair. Pria. She looked so peaceful, so far away...he still remembered her gentleness, and their last strong kiss before the cryotechs closed the cell, locking her away from him. His practiced eyes scanned the small console above her cell. Everything appeared normal; she had survived. His eyes flickered once across the manual release key, and then he saw the red warning lights flashing at the far end of the cryobay. The ship... he had almost forgotten the danger. He brushed Pria's cell with his fingers one more time and then turned away. From a metal shelf at the foot of his vacated cell he lifted a folded uniform... sleek, comfortable, in the sky blue of the mission's Chief of Surgery, with the U.N. seal on the breast and no country-of-origin markings visible. The Captain had lobbied strongly for that. He slipped into the uniform and flipped on the small computer sewn into the uniform's sleeve. Status report: the Captain would emerge from cryosleep shortly, along with the Chief Science Officer and some emergency support staff. It appeared that large portions of the ship's hull had been damaged, along with two of the three hydroponics modules. The fusion drive had shut down. Pravin entered the Returned to Duty code and headed for the command bay. The ship was racing towards Centauri system at tremendous speed, and without the fusion drive there was no way to stop. Log Entry Received, Pravin Lal, Chief of Surgery. I have awakened to find the mission in jeopardy. I go now to join my Captain in the command bay, ready to learn what has gone awry. I pray the integrity of the ship's datacore remains true. It is the last hope of humankind...all of our knowledge digitized for transit to the new world. If Earth has not survived these last 40 years, then our future lies in the heart of this damaged ship. Journey to Centauri : Episode 3 Captain Garland felt the storm of bubbles boil up around him, turning the thick cryogel to liquid. Fiercer now, growing violent, pounding his limbs; clench your teeth on the respirator, feel its cool silver shape in your mouth. He still remembered the training. The chemical reaction that neutralized the cryogel ended, and he found himself floating in liquid. Small heating coils on the inside of his glass cocoon kicked on to warm the liquid, continuing the process of bringing his body back to life. He sucked air from the respirator, waited for the liquid to drain away. Long moments passed. How many breaths did the respirator cartridge hold? Not many, he remembered, and the liquid should have drained away by now. A malfunction? He reached up, put his hands on the top of the cell and pushed. His muscles partially atrophied despite the electromuscular therapy administered by the ship's computer, groaned in protest. The lid would not open. He felt the cold glass against his palms, unyielding, and felt the liquid around his face. God waits in heaven, but we are beyond heaven now. The thought rose unbidden into his mind. He pushed again, angry, but the seal would not break. He drew another breath and choked, felt a pressure in this throat. No more air. He turned in his watery tomb, pressed again. A panic rose inside of him as he felt his chest compress, his diaphragm forcing the last bit of oxygen from his lungs into his system. Not like this... His hands lashed out, seeking an escape. He could feel his knuckles striking the glass, feel a desperate animal energy howling inside of him, but his prison would not give. God waits in heaven, but we are beyond heaven now. His vision swam into darkness, and he knew what would follow: a final moment of involuntary struggle, and then a return to the infinity from which he had just emerged. He thought of the crew, the ten thousand crew, still in the sleep, still under his care. Faith would not release them, or repair a broken ship. He felt his heart pounding, and felt a surge of warmth spreading out through his body. One of his hands struck soft rubber, the seal between the cryocell and the lid, and he dug his fingers in hard. He felt something tear, something give. The seal broke. He pushed upwards, out of the cell. The lid swung open and cool stale air hit him in the face. He gasped for air, pulling in breaths as icy liquid ran off of his back. Around him, row upon row of sleeping crew awaited him. No transmission. Journey to Centauri : Episode 4 "Captain. Captain, it is Pravin Lal. Please confirm this signal is reaching you. Over." Silence. "I read you, Mr. Lal. I'm awaiting your presence in the command module. It appears we have our work cut out for us." Pravin smiled at the voice of his captain, sounding clearly from the comm unit woven into the fabric of his collar. He turned his head to respond. "Yes, John. I am outside of Bay Five, and I will reach you shortly." He quickened his step, anticipating the cramped warmth of the command center after traversing the dark silent ship, and also the more important business of assisting the Captain in finding out what went wrong during their journey. A small asteroid, he guessed, or some kind of space debris...he remembered the odds tallied by the flight computer as being 470 to 1 against such an occurrence, but perhaps their luck had not held. Or perhaps it was karma, following the humans from their tainted homeworld into the reaches of space. Pravin stopped before another hatchway and pressed the unlocking studs. As the seal released he glanced around quietly; the ship felt hollow and vast around him, a groaning structure of metal stolen from Earth's crust and propelled into the heavens. When the hatch opened he climbed into a small elevator and pulled the activation lever, listening as the elevator began to whir beneath him, carrying him to the command module at the ship's periphery. He felt the gravity increase as the elevator moved toward the outer carousel of the ship. The smooth shapes of the cryobays receded beneath him and he examined their surfaces dispassionately. Lonely again. He hoped his mood would improve as the effects of the 40-year sleep wore off. A session in one of the ship's gyropods would help to burn the poisons away, but he had no time for that now. The elevator stopped and he opened the exit hatchway, then finally reached the red command module hatch. Unusual...the Captain had left it closed, requiring Pravin to punch in a security clearance that he had committed to memory before the journey. The red hatch swung open. "Officer Lal." Captain Garland stood on the other side of the command module, surrounded by computer screens and touchpanels that remained mostly dead, as cold as the space outside. The Captain looked tired, gaunt, his uniform hanging loosely on him, but he held himself straight as Pravin entered. A red Procedural Checklist rested at an angle on the metal table near the center of the command module. "Captain. Good to see you again, sir." "It feels like only yesterday, Pravin." The Captain crossed to him and they shook hands. "You and I believed in this mission more than anyone. Now I'm counting on you to help me salvage it." Before Pravin could answer another of the three red security hatches hissed open. A slender form in the green uniform of a ship's scientist pushed her way into the command module and shook the dark hair from her face. "Deirdre Skye, reporting for duty," she said, and straightened to face her captain. Episode 4, Part 2 Captain Garland watched as Pravin Lal opened a panel and touched a series of activation studs. Around the perimeter of the command module dark screens flickered on and the slanted touchpanels hummed to life. The air began to crackle with a subtle energy as currents dormant for the last 40 years sprang to life, synthesized minds awakening. Pravin sat up and flexed his fingers, waiting for the touchpanel in front of him to cycle through its extended wakeup period. As long as there were no medical emergencies on the ship he would man this console, coaxing information from the ship's databases as he might coax a diagnosis from a reluctant patient. Garland looked around the command module as the screens warmed up. The module was donut shaped, about 10 meters across and ringed by a bank of large screens set in the wall over slanted consoles. The surface of the consoles consisted of flat smooth touchpanels, which accepted input as well as displaying information, reconfiguring themselves based on the user's command sequence. These panels were tied into extensive databanks, optical storage systems sealed in insulated containers in the very center of the ship. Pravin began to work, his fingers dancing over the panel in from of him, his dark eyes narrowing as he became immersed in his relationship to the machine. Garland looked around again. "Mister Lal," he said, and Pravin looked up. Garland motioned towards a panel on the other side of the module. As black and cold as space. "Here too, Captain," came Deirdre's lilting voice with its soft Scottish overtones. Another panel out. Her voice remained calm but Garland could read the tension in her back. Lal crossed to the first broken panel. "Nothing evident on a cursory glance, Captain. We have taken damage, and the duration of the journey may have taken its toll." "Very well," Garland answered. "In the meantime let's fire up these consoles and find out what we're up against. Pravin, you know what we're looking for...damage reports, as quickly as possible, and how much we've jeopardized the mission. Deirdre, man the science console and ascertain the status of the crew...how many alive, how many awake, how many dead." Lal nodded and took his seat, began to punch up the relevant data. A glittering array appeared on the screen before him and he thumbed through it to the damage reports. "Captain, first reports indicate heavy damage to Hydroponics Mods two and three, as well as heavy structural damage in nearby bulkheads, penetrating through to the drive shield. It is a wonder the drive shut down without tearing the ship apart." "Mods two and three, leaving only one functional. That plus the nutrient pastes in ship's stowage could support how much of the crew...a third? A half?" "If revived from the freeze I would say so. It depends on how much of our journey remains." "And how much of the crew remains, " said Deirdre. "I have no signals at all from cryobay seven." "Past the shattered bulkhead," murmured Lal. "Dead, probably. All of them." Just then the hatchway hissed open again, and the Captain looked up to see a shadow cross his threshold. List of Fatalities (Cryocell No Response) Takala T Vence H Miller A Stobie T Luelmo F Morin S Lindahl P Pettersson D Landon K Mannetje C Coble R [continued Medical Log 57562A-7B7] Journey to Centauri : Episode 5 One of the hatches opened into the command bay with a hiss. Garland looked up to see a form gaunt and angular, bent with age, seeming to fade back into the shadows of the circular accessway. "Captain." Garland narrowed his eyes, then straightened as the figure entered. Lal stopped his rapid movements over his console to look up. Deirdre kept her eyes fixed on the readouts in front of her. "Doctor Saratov," said Garland. The older man kept walking, finally coming to a stop near the oval table in the center of the room, where he rested one hand. Garland looked down and took in the wrinkled skin and the slight tremor that belied the relative youthfulness of the Russian's face. The sleep had taken its toll on all of them, but Saratov, whose 66th birthday came two days after the launch, would certainly be dead by now if it weren't for the stasis of the cryogenic sleep. Then the Russian looked up, and the captain was caught by the intensity in the blue eyes, and that insatiable thirst for knowledge; the iron will formed in the latter day Russian Republic. The United Nations Mission Council had insisted he was the best, and Garland couldn't divine the political motives that swirled behind every decision. Still, they needed him now. "Good of you to join us, Prokhor." "Yes, Captain. I came as quickly as possible." Some of the fire had faded, replaced by the haunted look of a man shadowed by his own mortality. Garland flashed back to the personnel records, and he remembered Saratov's tireless research into genetics and aging. "Selfless," the U.N. Review had called it, but Garland wondered. "What is the ship's status?" Saratov asked. "Not good." "But not yet critical," chimed in Deirdre, though she had yet to meet her superior officer's eyes. "Officer Skye, tell Doctor Saratov what we've got so far." A wireframe of the ship appeared on one of the screens and rotated in time to Deirdre's briefing. "The ship has been struck by an unknown body approximately 48 astronomical units out from the planet that is our destination. The fusion drive shut down, as it is programmed to do." "I know what it is programmed to do." The grating Russian accent. Deirdre stopped. Lal rose from his chair and walked over as Garland motioned Deirdre to continue. "Very well. Because the drive shut down during deceleration, we are moving at appreciable speeds on a trajectory that will carry us right through the Centauri system. We need to do repairs and restore power within four days or we will overshoot the target planet and exit the system." "Can we turn the ship around?" asked Garland. "The ship's computer has found a way to use what little fuel we have left to place us in an elliptical orbit, rather like a comet. We can use the Centauri system's gravity well to return us to the planet a number of Earth years hence." "A number of years hence? How many?" came Saratov's voice, a bridge of ice between them. "Fifty seven Earth years." Saratov's hand slammed down onto the command table. "Out of the question!" he shouted. "We will all die in space!" Deirdre looked at him angrily and shook her head. "Not all of us." She pointed to a monitor screen with a video feed from one of the six intact cryobays, where over a thousand crew slept under glass. "They could last another eighty years or more in hibernation." Pravin nodded. "If we could not repair the fusion drive in four days, it remains our only option. We four could make the necessary preparations, and the rest of the crew would survive until the next go-round." "Ridiculous!" said Saratov. "You would have us patch the ship with our eight hands and then wander Skye's gardens until we perish." He turned to the captain. "Let me wake my engineers, Captain, as many as we can, and restart the fusion drive." He rubbed his hands together. "Four days is enough. They accepted the risks when they took on this mission. They are loyal to me...they will fix the ship in time." The Captain's hand reached up to brush the U.N. seal on his breast. "You recommend waking up how many?" "Four hundred, Captain. My best and brightest." "And if they fail to fix the ship and it takes another fifty seven years to return to the planet, you are comfortable signing their death warrant, and dying with them on this ship?" "Four days is enough," repeated Saratov stubbornly. "I will take the risk, Captain. I will not let this mission slip from our grasp and retire to my quarters a beaten dog." "We must decide, Captain," said Lal quietly. "We are very close to our destination, and time is of the essence." Garland nodded, closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and glanced at Saratov. He saw a deep hunger in the Russian's eyes, a hunger that disturbed him, and yet, in this instance, might be enough to save the mission. "Awaken them," Garland said, and Saratov nodded. Deirdre turned away. Log Entry Received Prokhor Saratov, Chief Science Officer I awaken to find my Captain, his loyal friend Pravin Lal, and my subordinate Skye turning over the data on our broken ship. I intend to bring my staff from cryosleep and repair the ship by any means necessary. I will not die in space, so close to the new world. Journey to Centauri : Episode 6 Captain John Garland whirled and tensed inside the human-sized gyroscope that served as the ship's main form of exercise, seeking to burn out the remaining poisons of the long sleep. The last two days had seen a flurry of activity as red-suited technicians emerged from their cryocells and set to work repairing the ship, with Doctor Saratov directing their movements from the command bay like a general directing his troops. A series of beeps began sounding down the last few seconds of his session, and he responded by a burst of furious effort, pulling and tensing with deep reserves of strength, and he was gratified to see the black and yellow patterns ranged around the perimeter of the gyrosphere blur by at fantastic speeds. The final long tone sounded, indicating the end of the session, and he relaxed his body, letting the sphere spin down to a stop. "Computer, stop and release," he said aloud, and the sphere gave one last half-turn before clicking into place in an upright position. He let out a whooshing breath...he had needed this brief session to shake off the tension of the command bay. The clamps keeping his arms, feet and waist firmly in position began to loosen by a remote signal when a light flashed above the exit hatch. "Enter," said Garland, and the hatch opened. A young crewmember in a red jumpsuit stuck her body half into the hatch and saluted. Garland nodded, unable to salute back while his hands and feet remained fixed around the rim of the sphere. He felt suddenly vulnerable...why was he constantly jumpy on his own ship? "Captain, Officer Saratov asked me to tell you personally that he intends to turn on the fusion drive for a short pulse test. He intends to fire one pulse and measure the stress on the ship's structure." "Is that wise, Ensign Holloway?" The straps released and he stepped down. The young ensign reflexively took a towel from a small cubbyhole and handed it to him. "Doctor Saratov feels it is. Officer Skye is concerned about the weakened condition of some of the walls, the Greenhouse in particular," she answered, referring to the last remaining Hydroponics Module. He nodded, wiping the sweat off of his neck and face. "Then we'd better discuss it further." Her eyes flickered away from him. "Doctor Saratov was preparing to run the tests as I left the command bay, sir. We may..." "We'll wait." He pushed through the hatchway and punched the command bay access code on a wall speaker. "Saratov, cancel your tests. We will not push the tests until all hands agree." "My people assure me it is safe, Captain. We need to move forward in our repairs. We have only...37 hours to reactivate the drive before all hope of stopping the ship in time is lost." "I said cancel the tests, Doctor. Isn't Lieutenant Skye one of your people?" A long pause followed before Saratov's voice grated through the speaker. "Very well. Please return to the bridge so we may discuss this further." The link clicked off. Garland turned to the young ensign, angry, until he saw her standing at attention. She stood ramrod straight, ready to serve the mission in any needed capacity, but he could read the concern in her eyes. A child could discern the tensions growing between the members of the command staff. "At ease, Ensign. You know the ship well...was Lieutenant Skye in the command bay?" "No, sir. That is, she was, and then she left. After registering her...concerns about the pulse test. Sir." He nodded. "Thank you, Ensign. Please return to your duties." She nodded and turned to leave. He looked after her for a few moments, plumbing the depths of his memory, chasing a dim awareness...Ensign Holloway. He didn't remember her on the list of emergency engineering staff. He closed his eyes for a moment, then activated a touchscreen under the speaker and typed in a private text link to Pravin Lal. Pravin...pls reverify number of cryocells opened under Saratov's command. Use discretion. He waited for a moment, watching the glowing letters on the touchscreen pulse at him, a hunch waiting to be born into a reality. Just a precaution, he thought, and punched the Send button. He turned away and headed for the shower bay at a brisk pace. Episode 6, Part 2 Captain Garland entered the command mod and felt the pleasant post-workout relaxation drain away as the heat and tension of the ship's crisis returned. Pravin Lal still sat hunched over a touchscreen, his normally calm face knitted in concentration. Saratov hunched over another touchscreen at the other end of the bay, flanked by two of his staff, Ensigns Khosa and Webb. Garland could see the sweat glistening on Saratov's brow. "Doctor Lal, you are relieved for four hours. Get some food and rest." Pravin looked up, his deep black eyes uncomprehending for a moment, still lost in the computer's dataclouds. "Affirmative, sir, in one moment please. I am still querying on the medical records you asked for." Garland nodded. No response from Saratov. "Dr. Saratov, what is the status of the repairs?" "They progress, Captain. We have 36-point-four hours." He lifted one long finger to point to a set of scrolling white numbers on an overhead screen. "My gift to you...a doomsday clock." "I should hope not. I don't think spending five more decades in space with you and your crew was in the mission charter." Saratov cracked a tight smile. "Indeed. We are working around the clock, but there is this matter of a pulse test. It is somewhat risky, but I feel it is necessary..." "Understood, but we can not risk further damage to the ship or the remaining crew. Send five of your best people to Hydroponics Mod One and take measurements on the hull. Find out why Skye is worried. There is more than just our lives in the balance." Saratov nodded. "Very well." He issued a stream of guttural orders into his wrist link. He spoke quickly and sprinkled his speech with so much technical jargon that Garland realized it was almost a foreign language. Saratov finished the order and looked up as if to take the Captain's measure. "And now, here is something you may want to see, Captain." Garland walked over to Saratov's station. "Ensign Khosa has scanned back through the ship's records to decompress the D7 footage captured by the ship's exterior cameras. We began scanning the video matrix for the time just before the hull damage occurred...just before two of the cameras went offline, in fact. Observe." On Saratov's touchscreen a grid of tiny high-resolution images appeared...records from an array of cameras placed inside and outside the ship, recording and storing compressed images once a second for the entire length of the journey. Saratov tapped one of the squares in the grid and the image inside ballooned out into a larger size. Garland watched. The camera showed the exterior of the ship, smooth metal arcing away in a man-made horizon. A data readout gave the ship's speed...3,359 kilometers per second, a phenomenally high velocity. "We all knew the risk," murmured Saratov as if to answer Garland's developing thoughts. "A miniscule particle at this speed would hit the ship like a nuclear warhead." A few moments passed, and then... One of the cameras automatically swiveled and zoomed, tracking a foreign body in its range. Garland leaned forward, his breathing quickening...the magnification on the camera quickly increased by orders of magnitude, and still there seemed to be nothing, or perhaps now a speck, a tiny fragment of space-born minerals tumbling through the infinite darkness... Garland lifted one hand involuntarily...there, a flash of darkness filling the camera, which suddenly jumped and went to static. Saratov quickly tapped up another camera and Garland watched as the side of his ship disintegrated, metal warping and tearing as if burned by a thousand invisible flames. He strained to hear the explosions, the tearing of metal and the alarm sirens. He imagined the chaos in the ship, cryocells shattering, lives spilling onto cold metal floors, but of course he heard nothing. His throat closed as the magnitude of the event reached him...his crew, his ship, the lives he shepherded, torn away while he slept helplessly. Garland looked over to Saratov, who watched the screens with a dark fascination, the mathematics of destruction blooming in his head. Garland spoke. "I trust that proved useful." "We are using it to calculate the areas of greatest damage to the ship. It was a piece of space debris, purely a random occurrence." "Transfer the video to the primary logs and mark it...wait." Garland leaned over and pointed at a camera view in the lower left corner of the grid. "What's that?" He tapped the image to expand it as Saratov looked on. Down one hallway somewhere in the depths of the ship, figures moved, staggering and trying to right themselves as they tumbled from the shock of the impact. Dark figures, keeping to the shadows even as they signaled each other urgently. Garland watched as one of the figures finally righted itself and moved quickly on, vanishing into the shadows. Followed by another. And another. And another. Then, abruptly, that camera went out, leaving only static in its wake. "I knew it," whispered Garland, as he watched the gray static dance on the viewscreen. Log Entry Received, Pravin Lal, Chief of Surgery. I am currently assisting Saratov's personnel in scanning back through the visual records made since our journey began. Although they probably won't tell us much, they hold a fascination for me...they are our history, and show the passage of time even as we remained unconscious. The prologue to our next chapter, so to speak. Mostly they show blackness, cold and empty. Endless amounts of it. Saratov's people are awake and seem to have survived the sleep well. I have issued them stimulants to help them work. We will need every advantage in the coming days. Journey to Centauri : Episode 7 "There is someone on the ship. Someone unaccounted for." Captain Garland continued to watch the video matrix, his eyes darting from one camera view to another. "It most certainly appears so," said Lal, his words hurried and clipped. "But there is no record of any cryocells opened. Could the system have malfunctioned this badly?" "It is certainly possible," cut in Saratov. "We were struck. Our system is not foolproof. Still, these individuals made stealth a priority." Garland nodded. "Saratov, have one of your people check the log file. Track down any unusual accesses made to the system. Find out how someone, anyone, could have been awake and moving about before core staff." Garland scribbled an access code on his touchpanel and quicklinked it over to the science console. "Check this as well." "A section of your personal journals?" "Yes. These are impressions I recorded after waking up. Impressions of people standing over my cryocell, speaking. Shadows only..." "Very well." Skepticism flickered on Saratov's face. "We will...look at them for what they are." Half-dreams came the unspoken thought, eddying through the command bay. A frail man's crisis of faith. Garland continued to address him. "We should do a sweep of the ship, and station people to watch the security matrix. Alert your staff to be on the lookout for any unusual activity." "Yes, Captain." Saratov paused, looking down at his own gaunt hand resting on the hard smooth surface of the console. "Should I have my staff arm themselves? If they are in danger, I should have the code key to the armory." Garland's head snapped around. "The armory!" He sat down at the nearest console and punched up the entry logs to the armory. "We should have checked it first thing." Thin lines of yellow and green flickered nervously on the touchpanel. "No breach. Still..." He turned to Pravin. "Has anyone cross-checked the access log? Are we sure it hasn't been tampered with?" Pravin's fingers danced for a moment. "No breach apparent. Still..." "Still, the log is a file like any other. What if the log itself were changed?" "Difficult to say. It is encrypted, but the encryption is not 100% secure." Saratov cut in. "You are wasting your time. The log is changed hundreds of thousands of times a second, if not more. Unless we can single out a precise timeframe..." Garland shook his head, tapped his fingers on the edge of his console. "No, never mind that." One hand reached up to brush the U.N. seal on his breast. Abruptly he turned, addressed the young ensign still at the science console. "Ensign Khosa. Look for a time when the log wasn't changed for a period of time. A...break of some kind. Start one day before that video footage, then work forward to the impact, and then backward from that same point." Garland turned to address Saratov. "Doctor Saratov. Send one of your crew to do a visual check on the armory." "My engineers are valuable, Captain. We have less than 36 hours to repair the ship. I do not believe I should have my people patrolling hallways or hunched over video monitors." Garland nodded curtly and turned away. "Pravin, we may have to find a few noncritical staff to awaken. In the meantime find the nearest person to the armory and have them do a visual." "I will do it," came Saratov's voice, sheathed in steel. "But if you believe my people are in danger, we must arm ourselves. You must transfer to me the armory code key." "Negative. Only Doctor Yang can give out that code." "Doctor Yang, or yourself." "There is no reason yet. Those weapons are for use against an external threat until Doctor Yang says otherwise. Now tend to the ship. We need your people with calipers in their hands, not shredder pistols." Saratov remained still for a moment, and Garland noted the tremble in his hands, held tight against his side. "I will register my concerns in the log. We can not afford any distractions, Captain. Remember that." And then Saratov turned, activating his commlink as he did. Garland faced Lal again. "Awaken Dr. Yang and 20 security staff. We appear to have taken a part of our past troubles with us." Armory Log File Armory sealed M.Y. 2060. All weapons accounted for, General Briggs presiding. Ship's launch M.Y. 2060. MY 2060 - 2099 : MY 2099 : Access granted, self-running executable [source: ship's main computer, thread ID 457.456.124.32.12274, validated secure] MY 2099 : Password changed per instructions, J. Garland. MY 2099 : Armory hatch released. MY 2099 : Armory hatch sealed. MY 2099 : Armory hatch released. MY 2099 : Armory hatch sealed. MY 2099 : Restart armory log per coded instructions. <> : Armory sealed M.Y. 2060. All weapons accounted for, General Briggs presiding. Journey to Centauri : Episode 8 The lid to his cryocell hissed open, and Sheng-ji Yang emerged into darkness and immediate danger. From the shadows surrounding his cell peered the narrow deadly eyes of shredder pistols, their barrels leveled directly at him. Sheng-ji stood calmly, using his hand against the cryocell to steady himself as waves of post-sleep nausea washed over him. No weakness...his eyes flickered in the darkness, marking the position of every enemy. He could not see their faces...the main lights in this bay appeared to be malfunctioning, or shut down, and he could see only the other cryocells with their soft blue glow, like phosphorescent flowers in a field of darkness. He willed his muscles to relax with exquisite control. His eyes flickered, just once, across the black metal lockbox on the shelf at the foot of his cryocell. He wouldn't betray his intentions by looking at the box again, but in his mind he carefully reconstructed the exact positioning of the box on the shelf, its exact height from the floor and the position of the softly glowing shape of the digital print lock. The lockbox carried his personal arsenal: his shredder pistol, a submission rod and several sets of organic restraints. "Move away from the cell. Follow the exact path we have laid for you." came a harsh, gravelly voice from a knot of shadows only two cells away. He looked down to see small glowing blue dots on the floor leading away from his cryocell. Why? "On whose orders?" he asked, his throat husky from disuse...let the games begin. "Do not answer him," came a soft, steely voice from a position, amazingly, even closer than the other, a peculiar dark knot of shadows barely an arm's length away. A chill crossed him, briefly...that this person dared to crouch so close to him. He read the shadows quickly, making out a silhouette. The shadow...this person...waited with catlike alertness, their spine burning tight as a wire. Who? "Do not answer this man," the voice continued. "You are forbidden to speak to him. And, Doctor Yang, do not speak to them. Simply follow the path we have laid out for you." "Am I to..." Suddenly the shadow exploded into motion, and a black serpent crossed the distance to Yang in a heartbeat. Yang felt red hot wires of pain lace his neck, and he fell to his knees, cursing the post-sleep weakness that dulled his reflexes. Psych-whip, a part of him thought calmly. They have been in the armory. An then he smiled as the pain intensified...he welcomed it, opened himself to it, letting it dance on his nerves and dissolve into his spine. Pain, awaken me…. "We mean you no immediate harm, but I know of your special talents. You must follow my instructions. Do not speak. Crawl along the blue lines." He looked at the blue dots on the floor, his head still swimming. His eyes flickered up to one corner of the room, a zone of darkness with the vague sense of a metal bulkhead curving. In that darkness he could imagine the bland silvery eye of the security camera staring down at him, but it could not see into the far corner, where the blue dots lead. He felt the muscles tighten along his back. He felt the cool metal floor beneath his hands. Abruptly, he stood. Electric tension jolted across the room as shredder pistols twitched to follow him. He could smell the uncertainty...should we fire?...and it had the metallic tang of fear. He took one slow pace along the blue dots, shuffling as if from fatigue, and then every muscle in his body exploded backward toward his cryocell as a yell from the bottom of his lungs split the darkness. One roll and he reached back over his head to take the black metal lockbox into his hands...no wasted motion, no wasted time. He had already seen the action in his mind. And then... ...no turning back, but instead he went up and over his cryocell, the blue light illuminating him for just a moment. A burst of shredder pistol fire crossed the darkness, humming in a cloud all around him, liquefying the glass beneath his feet, and as he leapt he felt the sharp stinging pain of the psyche whip on his back. A wave of nausea overtook him and instead of fighting it he used it, followed it down, his body spiraling drunkenly into the space behind his cryocell. He could feel the confusion in the room as shadows lurched forward, orders issued in hisses. No shouts and no further fire...near perfect silence, he thought. Amazing discipline, as if…. No matter. He had moments, and moments were all he needed. Crouched in the darkness he punched the Release code into his lockbox. He flexed his hands, deadly weapons in their own right, serpents awaiting their venom. The box would not open. It remained inert, a block of dead cold metal in his hands. He turned it quickly face up, tried to make out the letters printed on top. A. Shaw. They had switched lockboxes on him. A shadowy form rose above him, and he caught a sliver of blue light across familiar features. "You..." he said, wanting to buy time. A dark metal shape crashed into him, and his vision burst into blue fireworks on a night black sky. From the Unity Library, Doctor Yang's Collection: Weapons are the tools of fear; a decent man will avoid them except in direst necessity and, if compelled, will use them only with the utmost restraint. He enters a battle gravely, with sorrow and with great compassion, as if he were attending a funeral. Tao Te Ching, Steven Mitchell trans. Journey to Centauri : Episode 9 "Where is Doctor Yang? He should have arrived by now." Garland's question, not directed at anyone in particular but not quite rhetorical, floated into the confines of the command module. He ran his finger around his collar... it seemed to be getting hot as the tension on the ship increased. A new Ensign, Martchenko, had taken Khosa's place at the science console. He spoke up quickly. "That is correct, Captain." He punched up a schematic of the ship, got a highlight of Yang's cell. "Cryobay three, cell 457. Open." "Then where did he go?" "Where indeed?" came the voice, laced with the hiss of static, coming from the comm unit unbidden. "Trace it!" shot Garland, then crossed to the communication console. "Sender, this is Captain Garland. Identify yourself." Saratov had frozen, reading the situation, trying to force this turn of events into logical structures that left little room for human ambiguity. Garland stopped watching him, refocused on the voice. "This is Corazon Santiago, Captain, of the security staff. Dr. Yang is with me." Garland's hand lifted to the insignia on his uniform as he scanned back through the ship's rosters. Santiago...the woman's voice sounded smooth, commanding, brusque...elegant yet strangely flat. The touchscreen at the comm console flickered and changed to a dossier: name, Corazon Santiago, a minor security functionary under Dr. Yang. A Lieutenant, placed in charge of a division of men and women, about a hundred, for no immediately apparent reason. She had stern features, light brown skin...born in Puerto Rico and moved to Mexico City, then finally ended up in New Los Angeles. All violent places now, riddled with gang fights, fires, riots...par for the course in the last days of Earth. Deep brown eyes stared at him defiantly from the digitized picture. "As you may know by now I was released from the cryosleep by a self-executing agent placed into your system by a...friend back on Earth. I and fifty of my companions are members of the Spartan Coalition...do you know of us?" In a small panel a printout of her words spooled...Garland highlighted Spartan Coalition and punched up a link. "'A group of radical survivalists based in New Los Angeles with extensive political connections. Determined to secure the survival of humanity during the increasing chaos of the late 21st century.' Sounds like you're just one of us." She laughed. "I assure you I mean you no harm. I and my people only intend to be given a fair share of the ship's supplies and placed on a deserted section of Planet to pursue our own destiny." "And how does that differ from the rest of us? Do you question our will to survive? Why would you need to alter the ship's records and endanger the mission for that?" "Look around, Captain. This mission stinks of politics under a veneer of idealism. We crave survival, pure and simple, and this focus gives us power. We wish to play out our destinies on our own terms." The Captain's eyes flickered rapidly as he tried to absorb her demands and determine the danger to the ship and its thousands of sleeping crew. "Then why contact me now? If your only goal is survival in its purest form, why can't you pursue that as easily on this ship or on Earth itself?" A pause. "You must realize by now that the ship is off course. If we do not repair it within 34 hours, we will overshoot the Centauri system and be unable to return for decades." Another pause. Reading the silence. "You can't fix the ship alone. We're in this together." When her voice came back he could hear the anger in it, the violence boiling beneath the surface. "I want no philosophical debates with you, Captain. Our course is firm. Fix the ship if you must, but with our presence discovered we must take steps to protect our position. Nothing else matters, and we will survive because of it." "Because of a single-minded focus that jeopardizes the mission?" "Exactly because of that." He could feel a cold satisfaction humming through the commlink. Pravin Lal shook his head; they could all feel the finality in her voice. "Then what do you want?" "I'm sending one of my representatives to the command bay. We will discuss it further then." "We can not allow a...mutinous crewmember in the command bay." "You can, Captain. I am telling you that you can. Do not seal the lift or we will begin picking off engineering crew one by one." Garland heard a Russian curse cut the air like acid. Garland thought furiously...what do they have? How many are there? He had to buy time. "Very well, Corazon. Send your representative, and leave the maintenance crew unmolested." "Do not call me by my first name, Captain. Remain in the command bay; we will see you shortly." The transmission ended. Captain Garland crossed to Lal. "Where is she?" "The communication originated from a storage room off of cryobay three, the bay where both she and Dr. Yang slept." "A large part of the security team is in there." He paced once across the bay, once back. "Determine how many they have..." "Of course, Captain." Pravin switched back to a formal mode of address as the crisis deepened. Garland turned to Ensign Martchenko. "Get this Santiago's dossier. And hurry the check on that armory log thread. We need to know if they have weapons." The young ensign began clicking the touchpanel frantically. Garland let out a deep breath and looked down at the security matrix. Several cameras were out now, or the rooms they observed remained dark. Systematic sabotage, or circuits worn down from the long journey? "Do you think they'll attack? How serious are they?" he asked quietly. More half-rhetorical questions. Captain Garland looked up to the low ceiling of the command mod, where the United Nations star seal had been etched into the metal. The damaged ship... He turned to the science console. "Commander Saratov, we must..." But the gaunt Russian was nowhere in sight. Saratov was gone. Ship's Transmission, Prokhor Saratov The conflict with the mysterious insurgents has jeopardized my engineers' ability to repair the ship in good time. All here are consumed with the immediate conflict, but I keep my eyes to the new world, always. The Captain may order my people into battle, and I must prepare for this. I will not be caught off guard. Journey to Centauri: Episode 10 Prokhor Saratov paused in one of the ship's long cylindrical accessways and brushed his fingers along the seam of a ventilation duct. He wrinkled his brow, as if concerned about structural damage, and his eyes flickered up and down the accessway. Broad yellow stripes stretched along the wall in each direction; this accessway remained slated for heavy equipment and supply transport only. There were cameras, of course, but few people to monitor them. All hands were directed toward repairing the ship, including his own. But first he had a job to do. The silver ventilation duct opened and seemed to swallow him. A moment later, the accessway stood empty. Saratov breathed deeply, trying to remain calm in the narrow confines of the ventilation duct. He got down on his hands and knees and crawled, wrapping a length of lightweight polishing cloth around his hands to muffle their impact on the strong yet flexible surface beneath him. He had shut down all the infrared sensors along this path for one hour. He could feel pain pulsing up and down his spine already. He crawled on, through small tunnel after small tunnel, following pathways displayed on his tiny wearable computer. Left, left, right, down dark and narrow paths. His joints ached, and the air stuck in his throat. Darkness closed in on him, and then... There. Ahead, a small grate, crisscrossed by infrared beams he was not authorized to deactivate. Through the grate he could see a small room with red stripes swashed along the walls. Craning his arm he pulled a small thermal tool from his belt and edged up to the crisscross of beams. He turned on the tool, calibrated its temperature carefully to a point far below freezing, and directed it's icy bluish spray onto the glass nodes of the infrared detectors. One, two, three, quickly moving from one to the next. His hand trembled a bit but his eyes remained flinty, analytical, timing his movements with decimal point precision. At the last node he pushed through, his hands on the grate and pressing, ignoring its clatter on the floor as he emerged from a tiny opening some five feet off the floor. He fell and landed hard on a cold metal floor. To his left, a nondescript red metal door at the end of the narrow room he had entered. The words 'Weapons Bay' were stamped across the edge seal of the door. Beyond that door, the armory. And the other direction...an antechamber, perhaps filled with renegade crewmembers. He had no keycard to open the Weapons Bay, and if he had one he could not have used it without triggering a signal in the command bay anyway, but that didn't matter. Someone had rewired the door logs already; that was obvious. He punched a simple access code into the door and it unlatched with a clicking sound. No alarms, no footsteps, no summons from the Captain. The great red door swung open, and Saratov walked through. Episode 10, part 2 "Find Saratov!" Captain Garland shot to Lal. Ensign Martchenko sat rigid at his own console, but Garland ignored him. At this moment Garland trusted Lal, to the exclusion of anyone else in command. Except perhaps Skye. Skye... He punched a link to her. "Officer Skye, acknowledge immediately." "Yes Captain." Her voice sounded crisp and smooth, professional in this time of crisis. "I read you." "We have discovered insurgents on the ship. Crewmembers moving about without authorization...we don't know how many or exactly what they want. We don't believe they are in your area, but you need to be careful. Have one of Saratov's crew post outside the Hydroponics module." "Saratov's people are no longer here, Captain. They left a few moments ago under orders." Garland froze for an instant, startled. "Did they say why?" "No, Captain. They were pinging the synthglass panels on the far side of the Greenhouse when a commlink came in. All three of them packed their tools and departed quickly. And Captain...I could use people here. Whether we stop the ship or not, someone will need to eat, and my hybrids need tending. I can't rely on...that is to say, Saratov's people are quite busy." "Understood. Send your crew requests to the command mod and we'll trigger their wakeup from here. Keep the number to a minimum. Also, activate the motion detectors in the hallway outside the Greenhouse. Be careful, Deirdre." "Understood." Her fluid voice hung in the air for a moment after Garland closed the link. Then he tapped Lal on the shoulder and issued him quiet orders. "Where is Saratov? Key in to the tracking unit in his uniform." "Commander Saratov is...inside a mechanical accessway. The delta on the tracking module is not zero, so he must still have it on his person...wait, he is moving only...2 centimeters...and now one and a half centimeters the other direction..." "Get a visual." He glanced over at Saratov's ensign, Martchenko. He could practically see the man's ears burning. "Captain." On Lal's screen flickered the image of a wide circular accessway. There was no sign of life. "The tracking module puts him in that hallway, shifting slightly back and forth..." Garland leaned over and scanned the image carefully. "Wait. Zoom in, here. Enhance." Lal's fingers danced, and a spot on the floor expanded in a series of fluid jumps. There, on the floor: a tiny metal and glass cylinder, rolling back and forth on the curved floor of the hallway. "He's pulled his tracking unit out, or it's fallen out. But where is he?" Lal punched up a schematic of the ship. "The accessway leads to cargo bays on either side, full of equipment in one, common supplies in the other. But...here, a small maintenance duct. Leading to..." The schematic whirred along the length of the duct. "The weapons bay." said Garland. "But he can't open it." "Unless the code has already been broken. He may have reason to believe that it has." "Open the datalinks. Reconstruct whatever he was doing on his console before he left, keying on that magenta color the computer uses to highlight final results." "There's no need, sir." came the gruff voice of the young ensign. "I believe the commander had something running here before he left." Garland crossed to the science console and looked on the screen. "Can you interpret?" "The armory log file, usually updated several thousand times a second, had no updates for a period of over three seconds during this time frame." He flicked his hand towards a highlighted time range sometime before the ship had been hit. "It must have been tampered with, sir." "So Santiago's people must have gotten in. They are armed." "Captain. Look at this as well." Lal's lilting voice had gotten faster and more clipped, excited. "Most of the engineers have moved into the same general area. Near the weapons bay." Quicklink [encrypted]: Orig: Commander Saratov Recip: EmergEngineer@science.unac.unity [subset: Trusted] Stabilize current assignment, then converge on attached coords. Ensigns Preuss, Landon, Ritzka move immediately. Use caution, discretion. Journey to Centauri : Episode 11 "Commander Saratov. Commander Saratov! Respond immediately." Garland stopped to listen, searching the pure silence of the commlink for any sign of reply. "Nothing, Captain," said Lal. "Try one of these engineers we're tracking. Try this one..." "Saki." Lal tapped a glowing indicator on the screen and a channel opened immediately. "Lt. Saki come in. This is Commander Lal and Captain Garland, in the command mod." A pause, thick with hesitation. Finally..."Yes sir. Sirs." "What are your orders, Lieutenant? What has Commander Saratov ordered you to do?" "He has ordered us to the Weapons Bay, sir. Is there something amiss?" Tha last word...'amiss'...sounded strange to Garland, like a word out of an 19th century play, so polite. "Has Commander Saratov told you anything about your assignment?" "Negative, Captain. Is everything all right, sir?" "Radio me when you reach your Commander, Lieutenant. We have lost contact with him and we are concerned." Not exactly a lie but not the whole truth either, thought Garland as he broke the link. "Saratov must be taking matters into his own hands, fearing for the safety of his crew. He wants to distribute weapons, and with these insurgents in the ship I can't quite blame him..." Garland paused, again looking up at the U.N. symbol etched into the command mod's ceiling. "What will you do, Captain? We must fix the ship, and Saratov is acting against orders.' Garland let out a deep breath. "Not completely against orders. The safety of the crew must be our first concern. I can't push this issue with Saratov while the ship remains damaged. But I can go down there and locate him." "A moment," responded Lal, soft and urgent. "Two of Saratov's engineers have reached the antechamber to the Weapons Bay. I believe they are opening it..." Episode 11, part 2 Paul Landon and Diana Preuss, engineers under Saratov's command, pulled the release lever and waited as the first set of security doors swung open. Landon stood to one side, flexing his muscles nervously, his hands gripping a concussion hammer tightly. His palms felt hot and sweaty, but when he glanced at Diana she stood calmly, ice cool, a thin smile frozen on her face. A sliver of light slipped from between the doors and expanded as they swung to their full open position. Landon caught Preuss' eyes and they both moved to the sides, listening intently, staying in the shadows. As the doors reached the full open position they looked at each other, communicating urgently with their eyes alone. Use caution, discretion, Saratov had told them, and directed them to a set of coordinates centered on the other side of this antechamber they had opened. Caution from what? For long moments they waited, scarcely breathing. Landon's senses were in overdrive...he could hear the quiet groaning deep inside the ship, and he could feel his pulse pounding in his ears. The antechamber yawned darkly between them. Landon gestured to his wrist and pointed inside... Preuss motioned in the negative. She pointed at the ground. One faint shadow, stretching from the antechamber, shifting slightly as if something were moving between several lights. A hiss of breath escaped from Landon's lips. From behind them came footsteps, and another red suited engineer entered the hallway, footsteps echoing on the metal floor. Landon turned...it was Ritzka, another engineer with combat training, arriving early. Coincidence? Landon started to signal him but comprehension had already washed over Ritzka's face. He paused for one split second, rooted to the floor, and then threw himself to one side. There was a small cracking sound and a peculiar metallic thump. Landon looked wildly down the hall as Ritzka's eyes flashed with panic and he crawled rapidly into the cover of the shadows along the hallway. That cracking sound... There. Landon could see it...a small hole, as if the metal in the wall had been melted by a burning coal, about three feet to the right of where Ritzka had stood. Shredder pistol, set to fire in pulse rather than spray mode, and set at low power so it didn't puncture the metal. Landon moved farther back into the shadows, his breathing quiet and shallow. His fingers crept to the 'on' switch of the concussion hammer, but he didn't push it yet. He heard the rustle of cloth, and then the quiet clicking of a computer touch screen from inside the antechamber. His eyes shot to Preuss' and he caught the quick nod. His muscles, wound tight from the tension of waiting, exploded into action as he rushed into the antechamber. Bright lights burned his eyes for a moment and he caught a quick adrenaline-pounding glimpse of a small cylindrical chamber, broad red swatches on the wall, another set of sealed doors, and off to one side a small but muscular man in a red security uniform, kneeling against the wall and typing into his quicklink. Landon hissed out a breath and felt the concussion hammer jolt to life in his hands. The small security guard rolled quickly and a shredder pistol appeared in his hand...he moved his arm as if to sweep the chamber but the pistol was still on pulse mode, and Landon heard the pock pock pock of single shots hitting the metal around him. He lunged and lost his footing , the concussion hammer jolting the floor and sending a nerve-jangling vibration through his hands and arms. Scenes flashed...he could see Preuss leaping like a cat, and then he heard two more pocks and a meaty thump, and she fell hard and fast to the ground, her legs cut out from under her. Her forehead hit the ground hard and Landon could hear the crack even as he came back to his feet and the little tight man in red, the security guard, rolled across the chamber. A pause. A heartbeat, as the little man flipped something on his weapon. No. Landon scrambled forward, feeling the bile rise in his stomach, smelling the reeking sweat of desperation as he tried to move forward while keeping his head low. He heard Preuss yell, a strong yell that cracked at the end, and then there was a hum and a black cloud filled the chamber, and then he saw her torso turn into a cloud of blood swirling backwards along the wall. He clawed his way to his knees and swung the concussion hammer, and felt the impact rock his arms and bones as the blow landed on the side of the little man's head. Landon heard a sickening snap, and looked away from the blow, only to feel his right leg turn into fire. He felt his jaw fall open, his muscles losing control, and turned to see the blood patterns on the wall, swirls of red that used to be his leg. Blood on the walls of the Unity. The world turned to darkness, and Landon fell Ship's Logs Paul Landon, Engineering Staff Weapons are tools," Commander Saratov once wrote. "Their function is violence; when used by a technician, rather than a warrior, they can fulfill their intended purpose: to assist in clearing out the useless to make way for the functional. "And, like any tool, they can help humankind to make the inevitable happen more quickly." Journey to Centauri : Episode 12 Deirdre Skye stroked the collar of her uniform and looked out through the transparent wall panels of Hydroponics Module One, tracing their path as they curved down to join the ship's hull. Beyond them she could see the vast sweep of space, the stars swimming around the ship as the Unity hurled forward. From this vantage, at the edge of Mod One, she could also see the surface of the ship stretching away from her, weirdly shaped scraps of metal rising up across a burnt and twisted landscape, the remnants of their collision. Across the damaged surface she could see the dark edge of cryobay seven and its associated living facilities. The edge of the cylinder had caved in, but beyond that it looked intact. Still, they had no contact with bay seven, no signs of life. It was this burnt landscape outside her very windows that had led Deirdre to caution the Captain about Saratov's rush to trigger the pulse test. "Deirdre." She turned to see the Captain walking toward her, pushing through the branches of some dwarf avocado trees. Nearby two of her staff were packing the rough green fruits into lightweight foam coolers. "Captain." She took a sip from the silver mug in her right hand and looked over the climate control tiers of the Greenhouse. "How do the gardens look?" "Quite well, actually. The plants have been on artificially lengthened growing cycles for the duration of our trip, blooming and dropping their fruits into compost bins, then continuing the cycle again." She turned to him. "We forget they can do that without human interference. They have since the dawn of time." "And now that we're interfering again?" "I've shortened the growing cycles and increased fertilizers. Any plants currently blooming are being harvested and stored." She paused. "About a third of the plants perished in transit, actually a little less than I expected. The rest seem to be holding up, better than our crew, it seems." Garland cracked a grim smile. "I'm on my way to the Weapons Bay now to see the damage for myself. Two crew have died, and one is in medical. Saratov..." He stopped, seemed to reconsider his words. "Saratov's men will be back to do the final testing in here. They seem to feel we can put a tension seal on the most vulnerable panels and then this Mod will be all right.We don't have much time...there will be some calculated risks." Deirdre nodded. "Yes, sir," she said, and turned back to focus on the night outside. "And as I mentioned, be careful. Santiago's people seem to be isolated to Bay Two, but we're unsure. Watch the door carefully, and we'll have some weapons delivered here. We're still going to try for a peaceful resolution." Deirdre nodded. The Captain turned and headed for the exit, on his way to the Weapons Bay. Deirdre watched his reflection in the panels, noted idly how the stars seemed to swallow him. She also noted the shredder pistol at his hip, and the uneasy tension in his stride. Journey to Centauri : Episode 12, part 2 Santiago's eyes snapped down to the panel on her wrist as some incoming data signaled for her attention. Yang, bound and held between two of her people, felt a flicker of admiration at the rattlesnake quickness of her movements. "Pravin Lal has sent a message to the Captain on an unencrypted channel. They have the Weapons Bay secured, and Eckert has died as a result of the attack." Shadows moved in the curve of her jaw as she absorbed the news. "Unfortunate. I did not expect them to move on the Weapons Bay with so few crewmembers." She looked around. All of her people stood at attention, no one wasting time or breath until she had determined their next course of action. "Jerek, do we know how many of their crew are awake?" A strong man with heavy features stepped forward. "We can not tell from here, Colonel. Until our emissary reaches the command mod we will not know, but we do know that the ship has been damaged. They may have awakened any number of emergency personnel to deal with the problem." Santiago nodded. "Our situation is more unstable than I thought, but instability favors the strong. Let's set up a perimeter in this bay. Ten of you sweep the ship...carefully. Do not interfere with any engineering personnel unless threatened. We are looking for their point of greatest weakness." A series of rigid nods, and warriors began fanning out. "We need information. We have more firepower; I should not feel this helpless." Her eyes flickered to Yang, who watched her coldly. "Take him into that storage chamber. Bind him well, but do not speak to him. He is not one of us." Log Entry Received, Deirdre Skye, Chief Botanist. The plants in Hydroponics Module One appear relatively healthy, all things considered. About two-thirds of them made the journey successfully, living out their life cycles as they always have, even millions of miles from home. Indeed, with all of us in cryosleep it must have resembled Eden in here, a rich and bountiful garden awaiting the coming of the slumbering humans. I spend almost all of my time here, breathing the richly scented air, testing the consistency of the earth. I picked and cut a lemon today... the tangy smell of it wafting up as I cut the skin made my head swim with memories of home. Journey to Centauri : Episode 13 The doors to the Weapons Bay hissed open, and Captain Garland stepped cautiously into the antechamber. The room felt dim and hollow, tainted by the residue of violence. The lights had been turned down, in respect for the dead. Garland forced himself to stop and take it all in, and saw for the first time the blood on the wall, black crusted shadows. The video feeds to the antechamber did not function, probably disabled by Santiago, so Garland could only reconstruct the scene in his mind. Here one crewmember had been cut down, the wall behind peppered with shredder impact marks. Here a trail where one crawled across the floor, ending in a thick dry pool. Members of his crew... He crossed the chamber and entered the Weapons Bay proper, where Prokhor Saratov still waited, along with an engineer who served as a guard. The guard looked fairly muscular, even after the ravages of the cryosleep, but he shifted uneasily from foot to foot and held the bulky machine pistol awkwardly. He was an engineer, not a soldier. Racks of weapons rose above and around them in cramped darkness of the Bay. Garland thought the space reflected the philosophy of the United Nations Council perfectly. Small, smaller than any cargo space, as if it were added as an afterthought, but once you got inside it was jammed full of hardware. Killing hardware, from lightweight shredder pistols to more powerful machine pistols, atomic mortars, fusion drills, their dark hard forms reflecting their function -- threatening and aggressive. The bay seemed to embody a belated realization that perhaps violence would find humanity even in the stars. Near the back of the room Saratov hunched over a portable terminal, his face bathed in flickering light. "Officer Saratov," Garland greeted him. The Russian glanced up quickly, then snapped closed the portable and stood up. "Captain." He bowed his head slightly, then looked up again. Garland took a deep breath and sat down on a curved black container crisscrossed with red warning symbols. "We do not always see eye to eye, Prokhor. But I do respect your ability, and your intellect." Saratov straightened, a gleam of pride in his eyes. "We need you with us. You were under orders to repair the ship, not to attack..." The pride vanished in a heartbeat. "This Santiago threatened my engineers." "Yes, I know." "It is I who want the ship fixed more than anyone, Captain. That is why..." The Captain raised his hand. "No matter. We'll deal with all of this later. We will arm your engineers, transport a case of weapons to the command center, and reseal this bay properly. Saratov nodded. "Agreed." Garland released a breath. "And I have recorded these events in my log. You may wish to do the same in yours." Saratov's eyes suddenly flared with anger, then cooled to an amused contempt. "Your log? To be downlinked to Earth?" He lifted one hand, which trembled. "I have armed us, possibly saved the ship..." "And the record will reflect that. But it will also reflect how your people met Santiago on her own terms, with violence. We have a responsibility to humanity and the U. N. Council, Officer. We cannot forget that. Peace is what we are struggling for." "The Council is light years away, if it still exists at all." "I know." The Captain and Saratov faced each other, the shadows of guns crossing the walls around them. Saratov shook his head slightly. "Do what you must. My desire is only to repair the ship." The Captain held his eyes, but the Russian remained impassive, unreadable. Not ten meters away, blood dried on the walls and floor of the antechamber. Did that matter to Saratov? One of his own? "Captain, I have high confidence that we can fix the ship in time. I will request a pulse test within hours. We have almost finished reinforcing the ship's weakened sections." Garland nodded. "Good. Let's return to the command center. We must be careful until the ship is secured. The twenty security people have not arrived, so we may awaken some from another location." "And perhaps this Santiago has...infected more of the security staff with her ideas." Garland nodded. "Or any staff. It is a risk we must take." "Doctor Yang could assist, but where is he? Under Santiago's guard, or at her side? Who do you trust, Captain?" Saratov moved by Garland, on his way back to the command center. Garland turned, brushing his fingers across weapons that seemed to wait with a dormant heat. Codename: Emissary Encrypted Link, Colonel Santiago In motion again, per orders. All silent in bay three. Engineers working at far end remain completely unaware of our presence. Will move to command center at next opportunity. First, request approval on plan to follow... Episode 14 Miriam awakened to the taste of blood in and her mouth and brilliant light filling her vision. She closed her eyes and then opened them again...she could hear her heart pounding in her ears, and her skin felt alive. She could see past jagged edges of glass and up the sloping wall of the chamber outside; she could make out every seam, every scratch up there. And around her, she could hear the creak of the ship, the hiss of air, the pounding of a hundred hearts, her fellow crew, echoing and thundering in the chamber around her. Her hand, laying loosely by her side, crept up and felt a stickiness on her stomach, and then a hard cold edge inside of her. Blood, and glass. Fragments... She closed her eyes again, focusing herself. She shifted her thoughts from the random stream of impressions to the concrete, the small, the close. Her lips began to move, reciting short prayers learned back on earth, meditations to pull her through difficult times. Her heart was pounding, her senses hyperkinetic...stimulants pumped into her system. Her hands could move freely, unconstrained. Blood on her fingers, shattered glass overhead, the slope of metal that was her ship over that. Alive, bathed in light, brilliant light from a nearby star or a vision, the kind she had always craved on Earth. She moved her hand again, this time up to her throat where a small metal cross once lay against her skin. It now lay somewhere nearby...she could not wear it in cryosleep, but she could imagine it, cool against her skin. Miriam. A voice, and a light. Pulling her upwards, up to the source. The mission. The people around her. Her body, injured, her blood as mortal as any other. What had her pastor called the human body? A "fragile vessel for the soul." The booming of hearts. Her own heart, racing, in overdrive. The computer monitoring her vital functions was clearly flooding her system with cocktails of drugs and medicines, keeping her alive with single-minded purpose. Miriam! A voice, and the glass lifting away, more light pouring down on her and then a shadow. A hand, pulling at her, lifting her upwards. Rising upward, out of her coffinlike shell, she knew that God had spared her for a greater purpose. No shadow would block her way to the one true mission, the mission against which this entire ship and all its crew were but one tiny spark in a burning pyre. An arm went around her, and she felt its warmth encompass her. Resurrection. Ship's Medical Log Stasis Report, Cell 986 Subject: Miriam Godwinson 00: Cell integrity breached. Triggering automatic wakeup. 01: Elevated heartbeat 120 bpm, blood pressure falling to 90/60. Events suggest injury and moderate to severe bleeding. Administering 10 mcg dopamine, pressure lowered in cell [staunch bloodflow] 02: Continued elevation in heartbeat 128 bpm. Blood pressure 84/67. Continue administer dopamine, morphine. 03: Subject not responding. Link to central databanks failed. Code red. 04: Code red. 05: Code red. 06: [offline] Episode 15 Santiago's Emissary slipped one foot and then the other into the tough, rubbery leg of the pressure suit and pulled it up around her waist. Her hands shook slightly and she clamped down on her emotions with an iron will, bunching the muscles in her forearm as if she could force the fear from her extremities. She slipped the rest of the way into the pressure suit and knitted the front seal closed. Three meters away, the cool gray barrel of a shredder pistol flicked twice at the helmet-mask resting on a shelf on the wall. She picked up the mask, which resembled a transparent egg with the impressions of a face on one side, opened it and then closed it around her face. Seals activated around her neck and the mask tightened around her face. She had a moment of panic as the thick plastic closed around her, and then her nose and mouth filled with a burst of cold, highly oxygenated air. She looked back at the figure behind her, already dressed in a pressure suit. He watched her expressionlessly, shredder pistol leveled at her stomach. She looked away and pulled on two gloves, sealing them to the wrists of the suit. Her companion motioned again, this time to the exit hatch. Beyond this hatch lay the outer carousel, an open gridlike structure that wrapped the eight cryobays and rotated around them, using centripetal force to generate a gravity-like effect stronger than that in the bays. Attached to the carousel, on two long arms, were the command center of the ship on one arm and the auxiliary command on the other. The Emissary punched in the unlock codes, and the hatch spun open to a world of stars. The carousel trundled by, sending a vibration through the Emissary's booted feet. She had timed the opening of the hatch to coincide with the approach of the main arm, which now came into view around the outer shell of Bay Three. A single sharp prodding from the shredder pistol and the Emissary moved out onto the carousel. She began pulling herself hand over hand towards the base of the main arm. As she neared it the movement of the carousel carried her past Bay Three and over Bay Four, its textured off-white surface moving past her. At the base of the main arm waited a small lift. The Emissary tilted her head to glance at a small hatchway, an emergency access through which a person could crawl and then use a series of metal handholds to climb to the command center. A long and frightening climb, with only a light tether holding you to the structure of the ship, and infinity waiting at your back. She looked away from the emergency access and into the lift, which waited in the ready position. She glanced back at her companion, who motioned her into the lift. They both stepped into the cramped space and her companion pulled the lever, starting the lift towards the command center. She looked out as the lift progressed away from the ship and the gravity increased, pressing her feet into the deck. As the long arm moved the ship seemed to turn beneath her, and she could see its cylindrical length gradually revealed. the center of the ship held the eight cryobays and the landers that would carry them down to the planet's surface. Sandwiching the landing pods were the huge gray fuel canisters that fed the fusion pulse drive, and to the front of the ship she could see the thrusters that directed the tremendous energy of the fusion pulses into space. The ship had rotated before deceleration so that the fusion drive could slow them down, but the thrusters, ringed by the massive bronze-colored radiators, now lay dormant. She watched the ship coolly, having little knowledge of the science behind the collision that had crippled them. It was enough for her to remain alive, and to perhaps advance her leader's mission in some unforeseen way. The lift neared the end of the arm. Somewhere above, in the command center, a warning light flashed. Ship's Transmission Encrypted Quicklink, Santiago to Emissary Proceed... Episode 16 Santiago stood over a cryocell with two of her lieutenants, plotting the movements of her warriors through the ship. As coded communications came in she used a slim etching tool to sketch locations on the semitranslucent curved top of the cell, oblivious to the cryogenically frozen face staring up from below. "We are still playing cat and mouse with the armed staff of the ship," she said in clipped tones. "I am looking for leverage, and a place to move against them. We have weapons and a makeshift fortress, but we still lack all we need to thrive." "The command center?" asked the slender man to her left. She glanced over at him; Shen was physically unimposing but his veins ran with ice; she had never seen his fear control him. She shook her head. "Too difficult. If the Captain allows the Emissary into the command center we will have a foothold there, otherwise we will have to advance up the main arm one by one, with the crew picking us off at their leisure. We need another location to use as a diversion, or, if the Emissary fails, as our primary objective." "We’ve discussed the cryocells," grated the larger man to her right. Pierce, his sleeves rolled up to show forearms crisscrossed by hundreds of razor- thin scars. "We have a thousand helpless hostages right here," he tapped his shredder pistol on the surface of the cryocell in front of them. "Our last resort, and a good one, but it amounts to an ultimatum. For now, I am considering this location." She tapped a crude schematic etched into the cryocell. "Why not just remain in our current location?" asked Shen, his narrow eyes flitting to her face. "There is an old Samurai saying: ‘I run to fight, I run to defend.’ As long as we remain stationary they can use our position against us. Let them remain in their respective domains…the Captain in his command center, Skye in her hydroponics, Saratov in his maintenance ducts. They are utterly predictable; we must not fall into that trap." A two-beat tone sounded from her wrist computer. "The Emissary has reached the command center. Let’s shake them up a bit. Shen, move half of our people near the exit hatch. The other half will come with me. Leave Dr. Yang in his holding cell under guard. Now..." She turned, her movements graceful and defined. With precision movements, the warriors fanned out. Episode 16, part 2 In the Command Center, Saratov turned to address the Captain. "Captain, we are ready for a pulse test. There is no more time to waste." The Captain rose and walked over to the science console, where Saratov hunched over a complex web of figures and calculations. "You are certain the ship is as safe as you can make it?" "Ninety-four percent certainty, Captain. Remember, there will only be one of the pulses, to measure its effects on the ship's structure." "But it could still split us open in a fireburst." "I can give you no more certainty, except to say that I wish to live as much as you do. If it is certainty you seek..." Garland lifted his hand, seeing the anguish in Saratov’s face. "Test authorized. Give the crew the standard warning." "Captain." A voice, unfamiliar and urgent, compelled Garland to turn around. There, in the entrance to the command center, stood a slender woman with fierce black eyes in the uniform of a security officer, one shoulder torn to reveal bare skin underneath. Her hands were bound behind her. To her rear stood a tall, angular man, an engineer under Saratov’s command. In his hand he held a shredder pistol, leveled at the woman’s back. "Here she is, sir, captured in Bay Three. As I mentioned, she wanted to see you anyway." "From Santiago…" said Garland quietly, watching the woman’s dark feral eyes. Ship’s Personal Logs Corazon Santiago All things grow rusty with disuse. It is time to move, and advance our negotiations with the Captain. I have before me a record of one of his interviews from Earth. "The safety of my crew is my primary concern," he says. So far every action has confirmed this statement. His predictability will become his greatest liability. Episode 17 Corazon Santiago launched into a roll, crossing the narrow metal hallway in the blink of a photosynth eye. She came up to her feet, lightweight rubber soles gripping the floor, maintaining her catlike balance. She looked through optical tinted goggles, flicking her eyes around to get all the scan modes: regular, heat, ultraviolet, motion trail. Nothing. She gripped her plastic shredder pistol and with the other hand used a tiny device to send out trails of color-coded mist that only her companions could see, looking through their frequency-coded goggles. This way, all silent. She felt the urge to smile and suppressed it. Several paces behind her, and also in adjoining hallways, her small force of commandos moved, heading for the rendezvous… The metallic concussion of untrained footsteps echoed down the hall and sent her exploding to the nearby ventilation duct. She had the duct off with four movements as silent and quick as a single breath, and then she was inside, pulling the duct cover after her. No time to replace it… The footsteps approached, and she watched as a faint shadow stretched down the hallway under the even lights of the maintenance hallway. One of Saratov’s engineers, by his stiff bearing and the awkward way his hand floated around the pistol at his belt. She had already sent a silent signal to Leuschen, behind her, so that he would take cover in the… "Hey!" A gruff yell, startled and with an Irish brogue underlying it. The engineer had seen something. The footsteps became a run. "Stand down, gearhead," cut in Leuschen’s voice. She could hear contempt for the untrained engineer underneath. Santiago watched as the engineer’s form suddenly flashed past the opening of the vent duct, and she got the quick impression of a clublike hand holding a shredder pistol, a face red with exertion, an unusually squat torso. "Step out, you mutinous bastard," the man bellowed. "Raise your weapon and you will…" came Leuschen's voice, cut off suddenly by the staccato burst of shredder fire, screaming against the metal walls of the hallway, and then a second longer burst in an uneven rhythm. Santiago tightened her grip on her weapon. Who fired? An answering volley, a quick low hum cut off with an elegant flourish. Precision; that was one of her people. She emerged from the vent duct, flowing out like a shadow. The engineer lay against the wall at an odd angle, his left leg and hip joint gone. Santiago shook her head angrily; the man was still breathing, his breaths coming in strange wet gasps as he tried to pull himself up on one arm. Leuschen moved carefully, his lips twisted, staying out of the way of the man’s weapon, which he still held loosely in his left hand. "Leuschen!" her hiss shot down the hallway and he looked up, dismayed. "One shot. You must learn to control yourself. A thousand shredder bullets and this man still lives." She glanced over him with a practiced eye. "He can not be saved." She lifted her pistol and depressed the trigger in one-shot mode. There was a sharp double crack, one from the weapon, the other in the base of the engineer’s skull. She ran to him quickly, grabbed his right wrist and turned it over. There, on the screen of his wearable, a yellow light flashed. "He may have alerted the command center." "At least they'll know we mean business." Leuschen had backed up a bit, his shoulders twisted at an odd angle, hunching away from her. "He drew on me." She shot him one quick look, filled with anger and contempt. "Don’t let it happen again. Hide this body and let's move on, before there are any further incidents." She continued up the hallway toward her destination. Ship's Personnel Logs Mullen, R; Engineer Patrolling Bay Two Maintenance Shafts on makeshift guard duty. All is silent, and rather dull. I am bloody tired, and I want this shift to end. Episode 18 "What does Santiago want?" The Captain faced Santiago’s Emissary in a small, sparse room located off of the command center. She sat at a small white table with her hands visible but not bound. The engineer who had captured her, a wiry man named Guillaume, stood behind her, shredder pistol leveled, staring at her back with a steady gaze that seemed almost personal in its anathema. The Emissary straightened her shoulders. "I should not be here under guard. I came as a peaceful representative." Garland shook his head. "Peace? You people have disrupted the ship, murdered other crewmembers..." "Not murder. Combat." She flexed her fingers. "We want only to secure our position. Nothing more, nothing less." Garland shook his head slightly. "I do not understand. What position? What justifies spilling the blood of your fellow crewmembers and reprogramming the ship’s computer?" "It is justified by our code of conduct. Your people tried to interfere with actions we considered vital to our survival. We had to meet force with force." "Had to?" A woman’s voice, low and compelling in its rhythms, cut into the conversation. Garland turned. There, in the doorway, stood Miriam, her bright blue uniform catching all the light in the room. She stood with her hand pressed into her side, where Captain Garland imagined layers of pseudoflesh were knitting her flesh back together, but her bearing remained open, alight with confidence. "Miriam!" He smiled and turned to her, then moved forward and gripped her forearm. "Good to see you again." "I couldn't stay in sickbay forever, Captain. I needed to lift my spirits a bit, and Pravin told me you might need my assistance." "By all means." He gestured to the Emissary. "I have to tend to the ship in a moment, anyway. It seems Santiago wants to bargain with us." "Indeed." Miriam moved forward, holding the Emissary’s gaze, her lips curled in a slight smile. "Your commander must trust you greatly, to send you here. Do you speak for her?" The Emissary nodded tersely. "I speak for myself, but my needs are also the Colonel’s needs. Otherwise, I am here to deliver a message." "What message?" Miriam sat down in a small curved plastic chair. The Captain waited by the door to the command centers, arms folded across his chest. "First, that the Colonel means you no harm. We seek only to pursue our destiny on Planet’s surface, alone." "You speak of ‘we.’ Who are you, that you are all so tightly knit into a single pronoun?" "We are warriors, the last and best, from a group of warriors formed on Earth." "And who are you fighting? Us?" "Anyone." Her lips curled in a smile. "Not you specifically. Anyone… weak. Anyone who threatens humanity’s survival." Garland spoke up: "We seek to assure humanity’s survival. It is you who threaten it." She looked at him but did not answer. Miriam spoke again. "So Santiago seeks a peaceful resolution? She would swear to this on her honor?" The Emissary nodded. "And when will she contact us?" "When she feels the time is right. Soon." "What exactly does she want?" cut in Garland again. "Here." She extended her forearm, startling Garland until he realized that she was quicklinking to him from her portable computer. He looked to his own console and tapped the Receive button, where a detailed list began to appear. He scanned the first few items. "An entire landing pod? Food and supplies meant for a thousand crew, for your small group?" "We are not so small." Garland and Miriam both looked at her, struck by her confidence. Captain Garland shook off a chill. "I would guess only fifty or one hundred. Regardless…" he stopped short, seeing the shadows in her eyes. "There is no sense discussing this now. I will review your demands and wait for Santiago. We wish a peaceful resolution, but we can not be held hostage in our own ship." Miriam stretched out one hand toward the Emissary. "Where is she now? Where is Santiago?" The Emissary watched her coolly, her eyes growing wide and dark. "Anywhere she wants to be." The door to the command center swung open and Pravin’s face appeared in the doorway, lined with urgency. "Captain, we have detected unauthorized movement near the far end of the Cryobays. Near the Greenhouse." Ship’s Personal Logs Colonel Santiago, transcribed by Emissary This is not a Holy War, but a war just the same. Our cause, which we carry in the very cells of our physical being, is more pure than any religion or philosophy Earth ever gave us. If you see Miriam Godwinson, you can remind her of that. Episode 19 "Dana. Here’s a candidate." Ensign Cassiano stood over a cryocell in the darkened expanse of Cryobay Four, matching an inventory code on a portable touchscreen to the numbers stamped on the foot of the cell. "A doctor?" "Yes. Gayle Nambala." He used his sleeve to try and wipe some of the frost on the outside and peer down at the shadowy form inside. "32 years old, 115 pounds. Looks like she’s in pretty good shape. In fact, I think I remember her…probably the best looking popsicle in this bay. " "Really?" Dana looked up, her interest piqued. "How are her vitals?" "As good as it gets. Should I mark her for wakeup?" "Yes." Dana already seemed to have lost interest and was moving down the bay, into an unusually shadowy area further down. Cassiano punched a code into the small computer "tombstone" at the head of Nambala’s cell, starting the wakeup process. "Hey Dana, did you know this is my birthday?" "Happy birthday," she said without irony. "How does it feel to be 75?" "75? You mean because of the sleep?" He remained still for a moment, turning the concept over in his mind. "Damn, that's old." "Here’s something to make you feel better." His quicklink bleeped and he looked down to see the image of a birthday cake on his portable screen. After a moment, an animation of a woman popped out with the words "Dr. Gayle Nambala" over her head. He smiled. "Well, well. I thought sex in the workplace went out in the late 20th centur…" "Oh, no." Dana’s voice cut into his reverie, and he looked up. She had moved into the next section of cryocells, blocked off by a screened panel, and he could tell something was wrong. He moved quickly toward her, past the screen, and found himself in a land of the dead. None of the lights along the wall in this section were on, and no pale blue light shown from the cryocells. "The powercord must have been severed," Dana said, and Cassiano could not read her face in shadows. She started forward and he followed her, moving through a garden of death, rows and rows of prematurely thawed cells, decaying bodies floating in slimy liquid. "Now we know," he said quietly. "It must have happened…" "Wait," cut in Dana. He saw her moving toward a cell that was set back in the darkness. It rested on a platform of sorts, slightly elevated above the others, and a small yellow-orange light cast strange patterns up and around it. Cassiano felt as if he were approaching a crypt, or a throne. And if that light were working, perhaps the cell had not decompensated. Cassiano scanned quickly through his touchpanel, looking over schematics of the bay. "No record of this cell in the datalinks. Strange, although you know how chaotic the launch was. Perhaps some info was lost from the banks." "Why is it set away from the others?" Cassiano shrugged. "Looks like they barely fit it in." He moved closer to it, and suddenly noticed his knuckles were white on the touchpanel. Dana approached the cell. "The platform is a circuit wafer that controls this section. Ordinarily it would just have storage bins on top of it, but it looks like they used the space for another occupant." Cassiano looked into the top of the cell. There was someone in there, a dark form, shadows hidden in shadows. The small computer, the "tombstone," was dark. He put his hand on the glass. Cold. "It’s functional, but it looks like the computer is non-functioning. We can't get any data. There could be brain damage, tissue damage. If he or she thawed and then refroze..." Dana poked the tiny computer but got no response. Cassiano spoke up again. "I'll send engineering down to get it working so we can start the unfreezing process..." "Hand me your stylus," cut in Dana. Cassiano extended it to her reflexively and Dana took it. "Now be quiet for one moment." Dana pried the computer off of its metal input cable and examined the underside. She thrust the stylus in and twisted, then pried the back off of the computer and touched the contact on a tiny copper-based chip, then bridged the gap between the computer and the now disconnected cable. There was a click and a burst of bubbles from inside the cryocell. Cassiano watched as the storm of bubbles roiled up, causing the form inside to jiggle and twitch. The process fascinated him, repulsed him a little. Underneath the cryocell, the weird yellow light cast shadows around its smooth glass shape, closing around it like long fingers. Who did they hold in their grip? "I didn’t realize that might work so quickly," whispered Dana. "We’ll have to notify Commander Lal." Cassiano nodded. Dana watched for a few moments more, then turned away. "Onward," she said quietly. Episode 20 "You admire your leader?" Security Officer Anakkala, Yang's guard and the target of his question, clenched her jaw and kept her eyes focused forward. Yang read every part of her...the tension in her shoulders, the twitching of the finger on her shredder pistol, the slight gripping of her toes into the floor. He flexed his wrists in the restraints Santiago’s people had put on him. Anakkala jerked her head at the movement. Yang watched her…her tension was palpable. Perhaps Santiago had warned her people too strongly against him. His reputation had now become a weapon. He raked his eyes across his guard. "I am very thirsty." He lowered his eyes and let his shoulders slump in a posture of defeat. His eyes glazed over suddenly and his mouth fell open. Anakkala watched him with the disgust of the strong for the weak. "What's the matter with you?" she rasped through a tight throat. He shook himself and looked up at her. "Defeat," he said. "I am in your control, and you are in Santiago's control, and the ship is in the control of forces we can not influence." As he spoke one of his eyes began to cross, slowly, and she watched it with fascination. "On Earth I had my destiny in my grasp, as you did, and you and I had a chance to change our fates. We chose this ship, and its promise." "I am not to speak to you." Anakkala said stiffly, shaking herself away from his gaze. She began to pace. He continued to talk, his words becoming a steady drone. "Such faith you have in Santiago, who is my subordinate." She turned to watch him again. Again his eye began to move, and she stared at it with fascination, watched it as if following a moon across a night sky. "She captivates you, so great is her charisma. You look at her and are filled with admiration, feel your own will slipping away." Anakkala’s breathing slowed. A flush came to her face and her eyes became wide, deep, blue. Her hands began to loosen, the tension draining from her shoulders. "You wake and think of her eyes. You sleep...you sleep and believe..." Now he trailed off, but she remained as still as a waxen statue, watching him, watching everything about him. "You believe she can keep me here, but perhaps she cannot." He lifted his hands and they parted easily, the shackles falling away. Anakkala gasped and half-lifted her weapon, but her eyes remained wide, transfixed, her motions dreamlike. "Watch the face of your enemy." He reached up and brushed his hand across his own face, then moved forward and brushed his hand across hers. "This is the face of your enemy." He stroked her face again, caressing her, his voice a whisper. "This is the enemy you seek." One more time. "Now I will leave." He turned and walked away. "Stop!" she cried, through lips thick and numb. She lifted her weapon, turned it on him, on her enemy, on the enemy she was... She felt her hands shaking as he turned back, his face impassive. The face...she turned her weapon, felt her wrist shaking as it turned back towards...her own face... There was a burst, short and sharp. Yang watched impassively as Anakkala fired, transforming her face into a swirling mist of blood and tissue. He shuddered once, remembering the beauty in her deep blue eyes. He stooped to her form and lifted the keycard from her belt. In spite of the illusions he had created for her, his hands were still bound, and he needed to get free. Now he had a means to escape, and a weapon to assist him. He looked at her again, and felt a strange sadness wash over him. Quicklink, Anonymous To: All Survivalists Doctor Yang is no longer with us. Episode 21 "A stowaway? Could this even be possible?" asked Pravin Lal, receiving the news from ensigns Dana and Cassiano with concern. "How could they stow-away? Everyone needs a cryocell," said Miriam from a small gray bench in one corner of the command center. Lal had already called up schematics of the ship on a large touchpanel and was centering on the cryobay in question. The diagrams appeared as a complicated mishmash of lines representing cables and cross-feeds, snaking one over the next. "I can not make heads nor tails of this." Saratov moved over and began to punch through the confusion. "Isolate and examine each part," he said. Color coded grids flashed out of existence one by one. "See here. These are technicians’ notes, linked from these small star markings. Here are the earlier ones…this section was built by the Russians." He straightened a bit with pride. "Would your Russian precision have allowed an extra cryocell into the schematic?" asked Miriam from her chair in the half-light. Saratov glanced at her angrily. "It is not the Russians, I can tell you. Look, this was before the economic collapse of 2058. There is no Codicil." "What is that?" asked Lal. "A statement by the head technician. An affirmation that the scientists have done their best work, and the hope that it will serve its function well." "You mean a blessing?" asked Miriam, smiling from her perch. "Nothing of the sort. It is a way of asserting closure." "We’ll have to talk of prayer some time," she said, nodding at him. "Whichever it is," said Lal. "It is not U.N procedure." "But it is tradition," answered Saratov. "And there are no notes regarding the cryotests." "So...they forgot these tests?" "Not possible. There would have to be notes on the tests. All tech notes by the agent of any world government are public view, but if a private company was brought in later they would often conceal their tech notes." He tapped in a complex series of commands. "We all know how many agencies worked on this project by its completion." A final tap, and then an array of tiny yellow diamonds bloomed across the schematic. Saratov nodded. "A private company took over after the Russian economy collapsed." Lal reached over and tapped a diamond. A tech note opened with a scanned image of the lead engineer, a thin, pasty individual. But Saratov pointed to the company code in the lower right corner. "Morgan Industries," he said. Just then the exit hatch hissed open, and everyone turned to see a large African man fill the opening, his face regal, his body clothed in the folds of a black robe, and his hands bound. A security officer stood behind him, dwarfed by the man’s presence. "Nwabudike Morgan," the man said in a deep, rich voice, and lifted his hands. "I paid for part of your ship, and there is no need to bind me." Episode 21, part 2 Saratov stood in the officer's mess, sipping hot water spiked with mild stimulants. In the command center, Lal and the others questioned Morgan, trying to determine quickly the impact his presence might have on the mission, but Saratov cared little about that. He closed his eyes as the hot liquid trickled down his throat, welcoming the respite from the stress of fixing the Unity. The door swung open behind him. He turned to see Miriam crossing the mess to the small metal sink. He watched her splash cool water onto her face. Finally he spoke. "Your faith and psychology will not help us repair this ship, Officer. Perhaps you should save them for the lecture halls." "They can help," she said simply, dabbing her face with a thin white towel "They are as vital to this mission as your technical readouts and precision instruments." "Are they?" He laughed once. "Shall my engineers join hands and pray the ship to planetside? Can God change the atom?" "God, and faith, can change anything. Indeed, faith is more visible to me than the atom." She lifted one hand. "Faith keeps my hands steady in these troubled times. How about yourself?" Saratov, clutching his hands around his metal cup, looked at her angrily, trying to discern if she knew about the tremble in his hands. "I am steadied by the knowledge that your belief systems are all but extinct." "Perhaps. Yet I see the fear in your own engineers' eyes. Men and women who have science as their religion now know they may die tomorrow. It gives a body perspective." "Meaningless perspective. The atom exists, God does not. You fill their minds with illusions." She looked at him carefully. "My faith exists, for the world would be a different place without it. With faith, my actions are different, my responses to the events of my life are different. With faith, I look at you with calm instead of...pity." "Pity?" He barked a laugh. "Your experiences are all subjective." She toweled her hands dry, considering. "You kill my child. With faith to guide me I take no revenge and my heart heals, without faith I kill you, or spend my life in bitterness. Faith has altered my reality." Miriam turned to face him now, tossing the white towel on the counter between them like a gauntlet. "Show me the atom that will do that." "Lithium," Saratov said, and grinned like a death's head. "I could put chemicals into you that would turn your heart bitter, and destroy your faith." "No you couldn't." Her eyes were calm, defiant. "It is a proven fact. It is scientifically valid. You can not deny it." This time she did not speak, but held his eyes with hers, and he became aware again of the metal cup clenched in his hands. He finally spoke again, in a near whisper. "You can not measure faith. You are atoms, and nothing more. That your configuration of atoms believes in something it calls God means nothing. Your kind, you crusaders, have set back humanity a thousand years or more." She suddenly reached up and grabbed his hands, holding them tightly. He felt the warmth in them, and he felt the tremble in his own hands, and knew she could feel it as well. She closed her eyes. "Your atoms betray you," she said softly, and then released him. "Every struggle you undertake is for a purpose you can not define. Put your own faith in science, because it feels safe. Rescue the ship, because you consider it a grand experiment. Live or die, it changes nothing. God is waiting for you as well as me." "Enough," hissed Saratov, and slammed his metal cup down on the counter. "I have no time for this. Pray or don't pray, the ship will be fixed. And you will thank me for it, Psych Chaplain." He turned and left the room. Miriam watched him go, calm, and then her eyes flickered to the ceiling's white expanse. Quicklink, Ensign Dana To: Pravin Lal No confirmed record of the stowaway on board. He has emerged from the sleep in perfect health. We will send him to you now, under escort... Episode 22 Morgan dropped his hands and let the security escort unlock the organic restraints from his wrists. The restraints fell to the ground, already hardening into a complicated braided husk. Morgan rubbed his massive wrists and looked around the command center with an amused detachment. "Thank you, Captain. I assure you I will not take my freedom lightly." "Your assurances mean something, Director Morgan, but the psych screen we gave you also helps. However, we will have to confine you to quarters for the time being." "Very well," Morgan said shortly. "This upsets you?" Garland turned to look at him. "I am difficult to upset, Captain. One cannot succeed in business being driven by the emotions. But, I am used to superior treatment." He shook his head, cutting off the thought. "Never mind. It is a different world here." "Yes. You entered this different world when you boarded this ship without permission." Morgan took a breath as if to argue the point, then abruptly smiled and lifted one massive hand. "Very well." "Dismissed." Captain Garland turned away and scanned his touchpanel for a moment. He dialed up an exterior camera on his touchscreen and adjusted the view to his liking, then stared for a moment at the result, tracing the shape of it with his eyes. Behind him Morgan lingered, trying to catch a glimpse as his escort motioned him to the exit hatch. "Planet," Captain Garland said, quietly. On the screen the promised land burned in a gold and blue and orange sphere, with clouds swirling in an atmosphere somewhat resembling Earth but with a different mixture of gasses. And, of course, with stranger life forms hidden beneath the veil of clouds. He addressed Saratov without looking away from the image. "Prokhor, are you ready to re-activate the fusion drive?" "Yes, Captain," said Prokhor, sounding somewhat subdued. "We have little choice regardless. There is no time." Garland looked up. "But you are confident of success? You are prepared?" "Like the United States Boy Scouts, Captain," muttered Saratov. "We can never be 100% confident, but I have no wish to die in space. My people are confident we are ready." "Very well. I'll alert the crew." "Perhaps, Captain…probes first?" Lal interjected quietly. "We could send off the first grouping, for initial scans of the surface." "Yes, we could, although we are still moving almost as quickly as the probes would be. What purpose would it serve?" He looked at Pravin Lal and saw the gravity in his friend's face. He's not sure if we'll make it. This could be our only chance to send the probes... The Captain nodded. "I see." "We must, Captain," said Saratov bluntly. "If the ship does not make it, we can at least leave a record, some kind of valuable data, for any future survivors." "I know. I concur. Launch them, now. Quickly. Then prepare to reactivate the drive." Saratov turned away and began to tap codes into his touchscreen. "I will require your authorization to finalize launch, Captain," said Saratov, and Garland knew the Russian hated clearing scientific procedures through him. Garland tapped in an authorization code and watched a series of red lights turn yellow one by one. The initial set of planetary probes, prepping for launch. "I will alert Deirdre Skye. She will want to know," said Garland. "Yes," said Saratov, his voice acidic. "We begin the pollution of her virgin world." "Her concerns are legitimate, if overstated," said the Captain. "Quite overstated. Don’t you believe so, Director Morgan?" Saratov shot the last question to Morgan, who stood framed in the exit hatch with the security escort behind him. Morgan smiled and spoke. "Virgin territory. We only know of this planet's beauty because we have taken metals from the earth and sustenance from Earth's creatures and injected chemicals into Earth's air, raping the world we left behind, as some would have us believe. But without this process of science and industry, we would not be aware of this lovely planet at all. "There are a billion worlds out there in the cosmos, some probably a thousand times lovelier than this one. Let our environmentalist friends meditate on those unclaimed worlds to soothe their spirits. But for this world in front of us...let us explore and enjoy it. We can not perceive beauty without altering it." "I’m sure Officer Skye would have a different view," said Garland. "But that's for another time." "Captain," cut in Lal, his voice tinged with urgency. "Security matrix... the Greenhouse!" Garland quickly punched up the D7 video matrix for key security points. A flashing alert on camera 117B. Five figures, creeping through the shadows outside the Greenhouse. "Seal the hatch!" ordered the Captain. Episode 22, part 2 In the Greenhouse, Deirdre heard the two-beat warning siren and the hiss of the metal hatchway as it began to close. "They are sealing the hatch!" she shouted, dropping a set of pneumatic clipping shears to the ground and rising to her feet. "Move inside everyone, quickly!" A flurry of movement, and then the great metal door slammed shut with a sound like thunder. Deirdre rushed out to find a group of people standing in a stunned semicircle around the entrance hatch. Sylvia caught her eyes first, her slender body a study in frozen shock. "Sylvia, are you OK? They must have sealed it from command…" "Indeed," said an unfamiliar voice, cold and elegant with a Spanish accent beneath. "And I hope you have the code to unseal it, Officer." There, in front of the great door, stood a woman in the red jumpsuit of a security officer, but with one shoulder deliberately torn off to reveal the flesh underneath. She was compact but held herself with a regal bearing; her hair was jet black, pulled behind her in a tight braid, adding to the severe lines of a face both flawless and empty of compassion. Black eyes flared at Deirdre; a shredder pistol was leveled in her direction. Next to the woman stood a short man with a shaved head, the same jumpsuit with the ripped shoulder, the same kind of pistol, the same look of anger blended with impassiveness. There were two of them, no more. As they approached, Deirdre could see that their ripped uniforms revealed a tattoo, newly administered from the look of it; an arrow in a hexagon, pointing downwards, burned in by a laser drill, perhaps. "I am Colonel Santiago," said the woman, and then she smiled. "I hope you know how to open that door." Deirdre held her ground, watched wide-eyed as the woman moved forward like a mongoose moving on a snake. Deirdre tried the read the woman's face; she moved cautiously but without fear, with no action unconsidered. Deirdre lifted her hand smoothly to punch in a link to her Captain. "Captain, it is Officer Skye. I have two of the insurgents," she saw Santiago tense at the word, "inside the Greenhouse. One is Santiago. Please advise." Santiago watched her, and then smiled. Personal Log R Junack, Ship Security We have become separated from Santiago, but we do not fear for her safety, as I am sure she does not fear for ours. Our chain of command is firm. Were any of us to die, another is set to take their place, all the way down to the last member. That is what she taught us. Episode 23 "Captain, it is Officer Skye. I have two of the insurgents inside the Greenhouse. One is Santiago. Please advise." Deirdre's voice, coming over the emergency band, startled Garland. A moment later the hatch to the command center opened, revealing a figure that stopped all activity in the room for a moment. "Dr. Yang," he said as Sheng-ji Yang stepped into the light of the command center. "I'd ask where you've been, but we have a situation here. Listen carefully." Captain Garland opened the reply channel as Yang crossed to him in a heartbeat. "Deirdre, acknowledge. Are you in danger? Is Santiago within earshot?" "I am within earshot and she could be in great danger, Captain," Santiago answered. "Your botanists don’t appear ready to hold off an armed force." Her voice was cold and clear, almost bracing. "I would like it very much if you unsealed this door." "Difficult to do," said Garland calmly. Yang nodded, approving of the deceit. "We have ordered the door sealed under duress. It will take some time to de-encrypt the access code." "I don't believe you. Regardless, I suggest you find a way to open this door. I have members of your crew under guard." "Why, Santiago?" Yang’s voice, clear and soft, floated into the room like a wisp of smoke. A silence followed, then finally… "Dr. Yang." "Yes. Your bargaining chip." "You were never a bargaining chip. More of a worthy opponent, a threat I took seriously." Yang’s face remained impassive, calculating. "But I am sorry to see you have escaped. You could have been one of us." "One of whom?" "One of those who believe humanity will continue on its path to destruction unless guided by people with discipline and an unshakable will to survive. One who believes drastic measures must be taken to ensure the survival of the human race." "That’s enough," cut in Garland. "Santiago, can we bring you here to the command center so that we can talk further? We all seek a safe ending to this journey." "Open the door and I will come to you." "Give your weapons to Officer Skye and I will open the door." "I can’t." Her words, simple and direct, struck Garland somehow. Her path is so clear, to her, he realized. She has formed her strategy, and knows that the die has been cast. "Open the hatch, Captain. I don't want this to go any farther. You have my word on that." "The word of a traitor," hissed Yang, his anger breaking forth for the first time. "Perhaps a traitor to you, but I only seek to guarantee the safety of those who follow me. If the entire ship doesn’t make it, and I believe it won't…" Garland glanced at Saratov, who sat hunched over his console, preoccupied, "…we, who have proven our will to live, want to be in the part of the ship that reaches planetside." "Wait by the hatch," Garland said, and closed the connection. He looked around the command center…at Yang, whose eyes pierced the comm link darkly, at Saratov, who now turned, his face pale, his chin steady. "Skye is in danger. We need to open that hatch, and we don't have much time. I want options, quickly." "You are the Captain," said Yang. "Then move to your station, Dr, Yang, and share your expertise. You saw Santiago firsthand...what is the situation?" "Yes, what's her damage?" interjected Miriam softly. Dr. Yang, ignoring her, moved to the oval table in the center of the bay and sat down in one fluid motion. He picked up a stylus and began tracing on the tabletop, which automatically activated and recorded his movements. "Santiago is disciplined and has firm control over her followers. They are all armed." As if on cue, a comm light flashed. All eyes turned to the Captain, who in turn looked at Dr. Yang. "Dr. Yang, our choices. Quickly." "Unseal the door and let Santiago control the Greenhouse as well as the cryobay she has now, then negotiate." "Could we surrender to her a storage bay, and give her and her people safe transit to Planet?" asked Lal. "Only if it were sealed from her side. She wants a fortress, safety," said Yang. "But she values honor," said Garland. "We could promise her safety, give her our word." Yang smiled grimly. "Perhaps. Choice two...send out a strike team, neutralize her people, do it quickly and we may save Skye and the botanists." "And who will run this strike?" asked Saratov. "My people are armed but not trained. We need them..." "There are a few security staff awakened," said Garland. "Any more would take days to emerge from the sleep into full effectiveness." "Too long," said Yang. "But there is always choice three....leave the Greenhouse sealed and cut off its oxygen. With Santiago dead her people will lose heart." "Skye and the rest will die as well!" flared Miriam, and her magnetism pulled at Garland...her intensity. "You asked for choices...that is a choice. And it is the only one that will guarantee Santiago is neutralized." "What if we waited until they fell unconscious and then rushed in?" asked Lal, always seeking the balanced path. "The security matrix shows that Santiago's people wait outside the Greenhouse. Plus the timing would need to be perfect, and Skye will probably fall before Santiago. We must be firm...give her what she wants, attack her, or cut off the air. That is all I see." "Captain," said Saratov urgently. "I have gotten the signal from engineering. We are ready to restart the fusion drive. We can't wait." "Then do it," said Garland. "I'll tell Santiago we can't open the door now." "Wait," said Yang, stopping Garland with his intensity. "Do not contact her. I see an opportunity." Personal Log Pravin Lal, Chief of Surgery It is the place of a physician to see death as well as life, and in seeing the two, constantly intertwined, it is easy to stop caring when life transitions into death. We face a difficult decision here. Lives are at stake, and perhaps not all of them can be saved. It is times like this I envy Godwinson's unshakable faith. Episode 24 Santiago sat lightly, one leg hooked over a green storage box, but she watched Deirdre with eyes as sharp as blades. One hand rested on her thigh, and in that hand the shredder pistol shifted back and forth in a rhythm only Santiago could hear. Deirdre stood quietly, positioning herself at the front of her small group of staff, trying to hold Santiago's gaze. Abruptly a metallic shunting sound split the silence of the chamber. Red lights began to pulse around the perimeter of the Greenhouse. Heedless of the threat from the insurgents, one of Deirdre's botanists, a mature brunette named Tara, crossed to a nearby terminal. Santiago had not moved, but her posture was wired with tension, and there was a curl to her lips. "What's happening?" she snapped at Tara. The woman directed her answer towards Deirdre instead. "The oxygen supply has been cut off to this room, and the seal, of course, is airtight. It appears they are actually draining oxygen from the room. We have...ten minutes at most, before we become impaired. Unconsciousness and death will follow..." Santiago slid off the box and onto her feet. She punched a code into her quicklink. "Junack, this is Santiago. Move your people away from the door and watch for any activity. Set guards..." She abruptly trailed off, her eyes snapping to Deirdre, whose eyes had flickered, just for a moment, to the screen on her wearable computer. Santiago closed the distance between them in an instant, grabbing for Deirdre's arm. Deirdre slid back with surprising speed, avoiding the grab. "What was that?" Santiago demanded. "Nothing," said Deirdre. "The homeostasis is off because of the oxygen... the Greenhouse computers are sending me their alarms." "Show me." Her tone remained imperious. Deirdre extended her arm and tapped a scroll code into the tiny flat screen. "Meaningless," said Santiago, thoughtfully. The screen contained flashing codes representing chemical atmospheric balances. "Do you have any oxygen in here? Where is your emergency supply?" "Beneath that support beam..." Deirdre motioned to an arc on the far side of the Greenhouse. "Unless they've somehow been sealed from us as well." "You," Santiago pointed to Tara. "Check the panels. Verify there is no oxygen." Back to Deirdre again. "Think quickly, Officer. There are chemicals here...can you manufacture oxygen somehow?" "I...don't think so," Deirdre considered. This woman is extremely intelligent, she realized. Carefully... "Let me check the supplies. We might be able to..." "Check quickly. Kurn, watch her," Santiago motioned to her companion, the shorter bald man, who followed Deirdre as she headed for a stack of storage canisters behind a small stand of olive trees. As they moved off Santiago activated a link to the command center, emergency band. "Captain Garland, this is Santiago. I find your actions indefensible. Don't you fear for your crew, under guard here?" She looked at the quicklink angrily. "They are not listening." And then she looked up. Like trees bending under a forest wind, all of Deirdre's people had bent to their quicklinks at the same moment, reading a message. At once they all began to fall, throwing themselves onto the ground. Santiago sprung back, instinctively seeking shelter by the wall. Episode 24, part 2 "Opening the fueling channel," said Saratov. "Priming the reactor. It will be but a few moments. I am triggering three bursts as a test." A high pitched hum, just at the outer edge of consciousness, tickled Garland’s ear. He looked around. Everyone looked preoccupied, parsing the unusual sound. Saratov seemed calm, alert. Yang spoke urgently into his quicklink. Abruptly, a burst of sound split the air, and the ship surged beneath them, throwing Garland to the floor. He felt, and heard, the screams of metal, as the world of the Unity shook to its core. Episode 24, part 3 The ship surged and rocked beneath Santiago's feet. She rolled as if cresting a wave, her balance spinning her catlike as the floor shuddered beneath her. Deirdre's staff, already in mid fall, covered their heads and rolled, tumbling into one another. Deirdre fell forward into a stack of plastic cylinders containing fertilizers and chemicals, then immediately twisted around as Kurn fell forward into her. She slid her fingernails under the release valve of one canister and ripped it off. A stream of liquid nitrate rolled forth, pouring across Kurn's face. He screamed, more from surprise then pain. Deirdre rolled away. The trees around her rocked and swayed, their branches scraping the sky like scarecrows in a tempest. As she watched a web of cracks bloomed across one of the glass panels above, like horizontal lightning. Oh God...the ship... A metallic groan traveled down the length of the ship and through her feet. Outside the panels she caught a wild sight of landing pods shaking, more structural supports bending. There was a pock pock pock and three holes appeared near her feet. She looked up, her heart pounding in alarm... Santiago's second. The little Kurn. He had one hand clutching his own face, his own eyes, as the other hand swung wildly, sending shredder pellets in crazy arcs around the Greenhouse. "Skye!" Deirdre looked to see Tara, holding one of the tension rigs the engineers had used to shore up the synthglass panels. She lunged forward across the wildly tilting terrain and aimed the contraption in Kurn's direction. She pulled the trigger. Out of the front of the rig shot a clear shimmering transparent sheet, about three meters square, rippling in the light. The sheet should have been fired into a synthglass panel, where it would have spread out to grip the surface with high levels of tension, reinforcing it. Instead it now slapped into the lunging Spartan, wrapping around him. Tara flipped a switch on the gun, triggering a signal pulse along a slim optical fiber. The Spartan's eyes grew wide and he opened his mouth to scream as the tension sheet pulled tight around him, tearing layers from his skin in different directions. She saw his eyes widen in horror and his skin rip as the clear sheet tightened around his body. His scream sounded faint, as if heard through walls. The ship steadied. The floor became firm again. Deirdre Skye stood slowly. Leaves scattered across the metal floor of the Greenhouse, and a dark stream of water, spilled from a hydration tank, snaked around her. "Is everyone all right? Tara? Nhoj?" She looked around. "Where is Santiago?" "Here," said a voice, husky with fear. Deirdre looked over. Nhoj kneeled near Santiago, who lay splayed out against a compost bin near one wall of the Greenhouse. Santiago's eyes were closed, her face a serene mask. Deirdre watched her for a moment, imagining the powerful heart that still beat in the woman's chest. That deep passion for survival at all costs, so similar to and yet so unlike Deirdre's quiet passions... Nhoj delicately pulled the shredder pistol from Santiago's fingers. "She's unconscious. Was that the plan?" Nhoj looked so puzzled. Deirdre smiled in spite of herself, and then began to laugh, releasing tension. "Tie her up, quickly, with anything you can find. I'll contact the Captain. It looks like we have Santiago." Quicklink to Captain Garland. Send security detail to the Greenhouse immediately. Release the exit hatch as well...we need all the oxygen we can get. Journey to Centauri : Episode 25 Morgan tapped his queen and shifted it to the fifth rank. Imran Siddiqui, watching from the other side of the small holotable in Morgan's holding cell, arched an eyebrow. The holographic pieces suddenly flickered and then slowly wavered back into existence. "I thought you played a defensive game," Imran muttered. Morgan smiled. "Making you think that is the best defense I have." "Mmmph." Imran tapped the board twice and a bishop that resembled a Lara Croft figure slid forward to threaten one of Morgan's knights. The bishop suddenly wavered and flickered again, jittering frantically. "Is it going to vanish?" Imran asked, concerned. "It might. I can not stand these cheap holos. Real pieces are much more elegant." "Yes, and they stay where you put them." Imran looked at his piece with anguish. "It must be the heat. It's so damn hot in here." He began fanning the piece madly. "These boards are too delicate." The bishop flickered back on. Morgan considered for a moment, and then advanced the knight forward to the sixth rank, deep in Imran's territory. "In truth, the room is hot because I have a chill I can not shake, ever since awakening. Check." "Maybe you should see a doctor." Imran moved his head down to the level of the board, as if a new perspective could give him inspiration. "I think you split my rook." He moved his king grudgingly. "Yes. Doctor Nambala knows me. If you would send for her I would be grateful." Morgan considered the board for a moment. "Your rook actually does not concern me at the moment." He tapped his queen and sacrificed it for the rook pawn. "You want a doctor now?" Imran studied the board carefully. "Yes. I am somewhat concerned. Our health is our greatest treasure." Imran laughed. "Funny, coming from you. I hear you had a lot of 'treasure' back on Earth...mansions, land, women." "Yes. I had all those things. And before you ask, it was everything you could imagine." Morgan grinned. Imran nodded and let one hand hover over his king, reluctant to accept the sacrificed queen. "Tell me more." "Will you call my doctor?" "I should call any available doctor. You are a prisoner, after all." "A prisoner? Is that what they told you?" "Well...under escort. The U.N. doesn't like to ruffle any feathers. I'm just supposed to check on you once every couple of hours." "I see." Morgan regarded the board. "You know, you could have those things you dream of...wealth, security, power." "Wouldn't that be something," Imran said dryly. "Business is not my forte, though. I'm just a technician assigned to emergency security duty until they get this mess straightened out." "No, no, that is not the way to think. Business is simply the exchange of value. You just have to learn to play the game." "If I could play that game I wouldn't be a technician. I'd be mogul of some kind, back on Earth still. Dead by now, actually, now that I think of it." Morgan shook his head. "Negative thinking. It's all a game, a trading of one thing for another. But, like chess, you calculate your exchanges so that in the end you are in a position to take the prize." Imran nodded. "Yes. I could see that." He sighed and leaned back, tapping the resignation code into the holotable. Morgan immediately activated the replay mode, watching as the board reset and repeated every move in the game at an accelerated clip. As he watched he spoke. "Don't fool yourself. Don't convince yourself that power, wealth and pleasure mean nothing to you because you are an academician. The need for power is fundamental." Imran watched the game unfold. "Maybe. What about the need to make a difference, or raise a family? Those can be more important than power." Morgan arched an eyebrow. "And did you have a family? On Earth?" Imran hesitated. "No, I did not have a family." "I did," Morgan said. Imran looked up, surprised. "I had a lovely wife. And I saw all the holovid shows, the romances...'even in these terrible times, we only need each other.' But that was never true, that we only need each other." Morgan paused, clearing his throat. "With my wealth, I could protect her. I could give her a security that those without power, without money, lacked. You want to dream your big ideas, create your scientific projects, but your time is not your own. Don't you want to be the one with the power, holding the purse strings? Deciding your destiny?" "Yes. Of course." Imran thought for a moment. "What happened to your wife?" "Even power has limits. Radiation sickness. But she spent her last days in a room fit for a dying queen, with the best care." The replay wound down. "Will you call my doctor?" "Will you make it worth my while?" Imran grinned. "You're learning! As a matter of fact I can. We are still humans on this ship, and where there are humans there is human nature. What do you want? Back on the tech shift?" Imran jerked his head up. "Yes." "I will see. But I will miss our talks during your patrol. Be sure to come by and play some chess." "You can get me back on tech?" Imran's hope was palpable. "Yes, most likely. But you must remember the favor. And when Gayle comes you must leave us for a time." "Gayle?" "Dr. Nambala. I believe she can help us." Unity Log File Holoboard 0623 requesting program Accessing program: CHESS Security check on holoboard passed. Ensign Siddiqui approved. Commence game. Journey to Centauri : Episode 26 [Note: Saratov's name is now Zakharov, reflecting feedback from Russian fans on Saratov being an unrealistic name. And now, back to our story...] "The ship is falling apart." Zakharov’s words blanketed the command center, shadowing the faces of the assembled staff. "We are not far from Planet, but the stress on the Unity’s structure is reaching critical levels." "Implication?" asked Garland tersely. "We should prepare for the worst. The whole structure may shake apart before one of us touches the new world." "We’ve come all this way," said Miriam. "Why now?" "Physics," retorted Zakharov. "Perhaps it is better this way," murmured Deirdre, present in the command center to debrief after Santiago’s capture. The Captain ignored her, if he heard her at all. "Should we break away now?" he asked, rising to his feet. "Are we close enough to pilot down the landing pods.?" "Too soon," said Zakharov. "But we should begin our preparations. Awaken everyone, move people to their destination pods, redistribute supplies. Accept that only one pod, or none, may make planetfall." "Or all of them? Is that even a possibility?" asked Lal. "Yes, of course," said Zakharov, his voice neutral. "Captain, we have assembled a report from the first wave of landing pods," broke in Ensign Cotter, the ensign on duty. "Excellent," said Captain Garland. Behind him Deirdre tensed. "Send the next wave. Seed the surface…we don’t know who will need them or when." "Captain," said Deirdre, rising to her feet. "I must object to this. Are we now interstellar litterbugs…is this our welcome to Planet?" "This is not the time," he said simply, coldly. Deirdre took another breath but saw anger in Garland’s eyes, and she suddenly could smell a new sense of desperation in the command center. Now the mission was about survival, not philosophy… "Very well," she said, and headed for the observation bay. Journey to Centauri : Episode 26 part 2 Deirdre Skye stood in the observation room off of the command center and watched the great jewel of Planet pulse against the darkness. Alpha Centauri A, the system’s primary star, backlit Planet beautifully now, creating a halo around it, and Alpha Centauri B, the system’s second of three suns, cast another quality of light across the surface. She stared, mesmerized, at the new world. Without thinking she lifted one hand to touch the thick synthglass of the observation windows, brushing her fingers slowly along it. Its beauty…the swirls of colors…clouds, not unlike Earth clouds, and the jagged shape of land beneath, peeking out here and there. Behind her the door hissed open, but she did not look up. She was tired of talking to the Captain about Santiago and what had happened in the Greenhouse. She was tired of the worry creasing people’s faces…would the ship make it? Even now she could feel it shaking beneath her feet, shaking as if it would not hold together long. "Each sight more beautiful than the last," came a rich baritone behind her. She snapped around quickly…Morgan, the stowaway, stood in the doorway, staring at her and the shimmer of Planet behind her. "What are you doing here?" she asked tersely. "You should be under guard." He chuckled as if at a good joke. "Not now. Some crewmembers have interceded on my behalf, and the Captain has called me to consult about the ship. I know things that could prove useful, during this time of crisis." He nodded at Planet. "So that is the new world, my lady?" "Officer Skye, please" she said absently, turning away from him, inexplicably drawn to the sight of Planet again. "It is beautiful, yes?" "As beautiful as my finest diamonds." He stepped forward and lifted one hand, sweeping it expansively across the vista. "It is like a…coin, catching the light on a field of black velvet." Her eyes flickered to him. "It is what Earth used to be. Not for hundreds of thousands of years have Earth people been privileged with what we are seeing today. A world unspoiled." "A world rich with promise." He said, lifting his chin. "No." The word came out clipped and she bit her lip. He looked over at her, smiling in puzzlement. "You do not find promise here?" But his eyes searched her face rapidly. "It is your new world, a perfect world for your experiments. You have seen the preliminary scans… rich in nitrate, perfect for your hybrids." "Yes, I know. I meant…. Your goals are transparently obvious." One of his eyebrows shot up. "You see a world of natural resources, ready to be… exploited. Correct?" "Exploit." He turned the word over, considering it as if tasting a new wine. He looked at her appraisingly. "I wondered who would first use that word. We all…all life forms exploit, Officer. Your plants exploit the very air we exhale. We exploit them for food. But even the simplest of your hybrids would gladly kill us if they could, to stop from being torn from the earth and consumed." "Perhaps. But there is a balance. I do not have to tell you something so patently obvious. We did not come to ‘exploit.’" "Didn’t we? Sustained growth is a form of balance, and an inevitable one. The economic Holy Grail." "Your wealth means nothing here." "Wealth is the exchange of value. It is a way of representing energy traded. I don’t need to tell you this." He chuckled. "We will get along well on this new world, I can see. I will be sure to sell you the tie-dyes." "You seem to think your place in this world is preordained." She turned toward him, feeling the heat of the Centauri suns on the side of her face. "No, not at all. But I am here. I am a leader, and a manager. I’m sure Captain Garland can appreciate using any available talents to the fullest on this harsh new world." She shook her head. "It is a beautiful world. Why can’t you just appreciate its beauty?" "I can. I appreciate things of beauty. They are of high value. Planet…I value it, or I would not be here." "But your kind of thinking will destroy it," she shot back. He laughed at that, and she grew angry. "Why do you laugh like this?" "I see now your famous intensity, tending your hybrids night and day. I imagine you making a new breed of plants, one that can defend itself readily...the Lady Skye and her flame-throwing corn stalks, advancing on my trader’s outpost." He chuckled again. "We need traders, Lady. How else to turn worms into silk?" "Adam and Eve needed nothing, except their garden." "Now you sound like Godwinson," Morgan said quietly. He let out a deep breath and turned to leave, then stopped. "Perhaps humankind will taint Planet, or perhaps we have all learned something of value from Earth’s tragedy. But Lady," he said, and she turned to look at him with a flicker of annoyance. "If you wanted Planet to remain truly pure, you would not have come at all." Ship's Computer, Status Report Pods seeded. Returning preliminary data, Planetside. Journey to Centauri : Episode 27 Prokhor Zakharov left the accessway and entered Bay Three, which he considered his home. In fact, he had insisted on leaving his quarters here, rather than sleep closer to the command center, and Captain Garland had not argued. Indeed had no reason to argue; if spending down time among his engineers helped him to repair the ship more quickly, there could be no objections. He entered the main recreation bay. Almost empty; a couple of his scientists, haggard from lack of sleep, played holodarts at one end. Most people worked on the ship or slept all day long; many were taking performance-enhancing drugs that allowed them to stay awake for hours but then crashed them into a deep sleep. He crossed into the sleeping quarters, where cryocells were now lined with moldable foam and turned into beds. Most of the cells were empty but a few fitful bodies slumbered here and there. He saw a few of the other non- science Bay Three personnel as well--security and doctors, mostly, their faces calmer in sleep than the stressed engineers. He altered his course to pass by a certain cryocell--ah. "Raymond." His friend was awake, staring hollowly at the low dark roof the sleeping bay. He refocused on Zakharov slowly. "Officer." He sat up quickly. "Is everything well?" "Yes." He let the word trail off. With the ship disintegrating around them 'well' was a relative term. "I am going to have some tea before I retire, if you would be so kind as to join me." "Certainly, Officer. Sleep is not coming quickly tonight." Zakharov walked to the back corner of the bay where partitions had created a cramped space for his quarters. A small white metal table and two chairs sat next to the cryocell he used for a bed. On a small ledge rested a red plastic pitcher and a rod he used as a heating element. "Sit," he waved at the table. Raymond ran his hands through his white hair and sat down gingerly. The man was about as old as Zakharov, and the two had been friends for years. Zakharov dipped the heating element into the pitcher and dropped in two small tea capsules. He punched the Play button on a small speaker unit and dialed up a selection. Bach began to play, the melody wafting softly around him. Zakharov closed his eyes. "In times of hardship, this is the music I play. I imagine myself, riding the waves of sound into a better, calmer place." He broke off abruptly. Raymond nodded. "It is good music. Sublime. Now please sit down. You know I will remain on my feet as long as you do." Zakharov poured the tea into a small cup and handed it to him. The two sat down and remained in silence for a moment, listening to the music. "Do you think we'll make it?" Raymond's voice jarred Zakharov from his reverie. He sipped the tea before answering. "Humankind astounds me with its...with our versatility and knowledge. We know so much...we can tweak atoms, we know the result of almost any action we take. We do this...that happens." "Yes," said Raymond. He had become close friends with Zakharov by knowing when to just listen. "But that is in the lab. It is controlled. Here...there is too much going on. If the Unity were a lab, and you or I had complete control...of course we could repair it. But there are too many people on board, and too many unknowns. Human motivations are still too complex. They are the last frontier of science, but the human mind itself rebels against scientific control, and perversely turns against it, even when destruction is the result. "This ship is the perfect example. We are riding the back of chaos." He nodded and took a sip of tea. "So many minds went into the building of this ship. It is disorganized, haphazard, like so much of what humanity does." "Impure," said Raymond quietly. "Yes. Impure. The motives...not science or exploration, but a variety of things. This country worked on the Unity to give hope to its people, that country to experiment with U.N. money, that one because the leader wanted to stay in power. If we make it to Planet, I want things to be different." "How?" "I want to be guided by scientific truth. I believe we will all be happiest following the ways of science. The crew must see this." Raymond nodded in agreement. "Many do. The ship is full of thinkers, people who respect the life of the mind and want to be far from politics. Many respect your focus. I have even heard Doctor Yang talk of a controlled society, similar to what you speak of." "Mmph. I speak of a society where scientific truths drive humanity forward, not Yang's contrived Utopia." "Still, he could be an ally. Deirdre's people just spend most of their time in the Greenhouse, naturally." Raymond smiled at his unwitting joke. "Well, keep tabs, Raymond. We want the purest minds on the ship, pure as the clearest vodka. Which, as I speak of it…" He set down his tea and pulled from a small drawer an unlabelled bottle full of clear liquid. His face lit up, and Raymond’s eyes widened a bit. "You would open that now? There is nothing to celebrate." "Why not now? If the ship does not make it, I want to enjoy this. No sense vaporizing good vodka." He poured in a small amount into two more cups. "Is your confidence that low?" "It is high. But this will bolster it further." He threw back the drink and his eyes glowed with pleasure for a moment. "Besides, I will save a last drink for Planetside." "The last bottle ever made. Think of it." Raymond stared into the cup as if hypnotized. Zakharov reached out and poked him in the shoulder. "We will make more! We will recreate Earth on Planet., but with a new purity of focus, on science. It is like the greatest research grant in history...an entire planet!" "Still, it will not be Earth vodka. This is the last. A sobering thought." Zakharov laughed quietly. "Ironic that it would sober you. Drink," he urged. Raymond sipped, which was not usually his way, but he wanted to savor the drink as if it were nectar. Zakharov watched him. "Don't think too much on Earth, Raymond. It is too painful. You have a soft side, but it is not always best to indulge it. If we think of Earth, and all that is lost, our spirits will whither. We must think on the new world ahead, and the new knowledge that can be gained." "I know." "We have the purity of focus. Let's keep our people looking forward, studying, learning. It is a buffer against melancholy, and moves us toward a higher purpose." "Yes," said Raymond, and sipped the vodka, feeling its heat wash over him. "The ship will be fixed." Zakharov said it suddenly, as if in response to a question that had floated up to the front of his consciousness. "We have the skills to do it." "Yes." Raymond lifted his cup, and they thunked them together and downed the crystalline spirits. Ship's Journal, Prokhor Zakharov recording "Earth is the cradle of the mind. But one can not stay in the cradle forever." Konstantin Tsiolkovsky, The Father of Rocketry. From the Datalinks. Journey to Centauri : Episode 28 "And as you feel them pull away from you...push! So." Sheng-ji tensed his arms and torso in a quick pulse and sent the burly ensign a good two meters. The ensign windmilled for a moment and then caught his feet, grinning in perverse pleasure. The crew gathered around them burst into a smattering of good-natured applause. "How long until you learn how to do that?" asked one earnest young crewmember. "I already know how to do that," said Yang calmly. "No," said the crewmember. "I mean us. How long until we learn to do that?" "You must practice for ten thousand hours, and then practice ten thousand more. And make sure every move is correct. Or, perhaps fight in zero-g." Another ensign, with thick dark brows and an urgent demeanor, waved a touchstylus. "Say, how do you fight in zero-g? Can your techniques be extrapolated to a zero-g environment?" "Zero-g is like fighting on the ground, but you can fall in any direction," Sheng-ji answered lightly, and then picked up a towel and began padding his neck and arms. "Session over. Practice the coiling motion for next time. Ten thousand hours." They laughed politely and started to break up, talking among themselves. Sheng-ji moved away, trying to avoid more of the barrage of questions from curious students. He began coming to Bay Four more often, ever since Santiago had turned against him. The crew in Bay Four seemed a little adrift, and there was an unusually large contingent of curious bright-eyed seekers of...whatever Earth, and the Charter, had failed to offer them. He watched them all with razor sharpness, although most of them... Children, really. No discipline, no tolerance for discomfort. They do not know how to 'eat bitter.' Still... He headed for his makeshift quarters. Still, their almost fawning worship of his teaching did stir a part of his ego he enjoyed. And, more importantly, they gave him an additional power base, a section of crew he could remake in his own image. He opened a floor hatch and descended into the cramped lower sleeping quarters. Most of the crew now slept in their cryocells, remade with foam padding into coffin-like beds. Yang himself had a private quarters with a small desk and room to meditate. His intended quarters were closer to the command, but he had commandeered these new quarters from a Bay Four Resident Officer. Officer Rang was his name, and he had not survived the cryosleep. Unfortunate... Journey to Centauri : Episode 28 part 2 Deirdre Skye felt the gravity of the Unity lessen, just slightly, and could see the lights of the ship dim down it’s length. "Nightfall," she murmured, referring to a mode the ship moved into at regular intervals to help maintain the crew’s circadian rhythms. She stretched and stared out the tinted panels of the Greenhouse. She felt languid, mesmerized by the startling beauty of Planet, its breathtaking presence against the lonely infinite. They were so close now, and Planet seemed to sparkle with mystery, calling to her. She had to pull her eyes away as they grew heavy with the need for sleep. "Tara, I am retiring for now," she alerted her second in command, and walked back through her gardens and tiny forests, her green worlds, toward a series of light partitions she had set up next to a grouping of white pine. She passed by a small white bunk where Tara, loyal Tara, now slept, her presence reassuring to Deirdre, and then went behind the shaded partitions. She pulled off her uniform and let it fall, feeling the patterns of warmth and coolness in the Greenhouse. She smelled the tingly, refreshing scent of the pine and kneeled next to their bins, pushing her hands into the soil which was dry and sandy, but still better than the metal and plastic that made up most of the Unity. Her eyes crossed the bright sphere of a thermal lamp and she closed them and watched the afterimage burn against her eyelids, mirroring the bright sphere of Planet. The afterimage fragmented and wavered and then took shap again…Planet…and she heard a roaring in her ears, and it sounded like wind and sea, but not quite like Earth wind or Earth sea. And somewhere beneath it all, beneath the roaring, as she reached out her pale arms and dug her fingers into the earth…a voice, harmonic and faint, but rich with age…"earth". And then… "being" "earthbeing." Her eyes snapped open. Her heart pounded in her chest, and a chill rippled across her torso. "Deirdre." She turned. Tara stood at the partition, looking concerned. "Is everything OK here?" Deirdre nodded and stood, brushed the dirt from her hands and moved silently to her own simple cot. She lay down and pulled a lightweight Unity blanket over her. "I’m just retiring. I am all right." "Shall I turn off the thermal lamp there, Officer?" "No," Deirdre said, with an edge. "Leave it." "Very well." She heard Tara pad away. Deirdre stared at the light and then closed her eyes again, as a planet dream took shape against the darkness of her sleep. Ship’s Personal Logs Deirdre Skye, Xenobiologist The Unity was born of fire, a spark crossing the sky from a burning world, and where it lands a fire will begin. That fire will rage on Planet…we will rage on Planet…sweeping across its peaceful vistas, until only a charred husk remains. Unless, of course, other struggles passed here, struggles undreamed of in our human-centric universe. Unless slumbering demons of Planet’s own await us, beneath its strange and alien sky. Journey to Centauri : Episode 29 "Commander Zakharov." Doctor Yang waited as the scientist studied his console, the muscles of his back a study in disinterest. "Commander Zakharov, please. We need your knowledge here." He turned, and despite the stillness of his posture annoyance flared in his eyes. "Yes, Commander. What do you require of me?" "We need an update on the Unity’s status." "You are not the Captain." "I am the Executive Officer. While the Captain is in quarters, I ask that you register your status report so that we all know whether to cash in our 777-Cs." Zakharov smiled. "Our retirement funds are ashes, along with the rest of Earth." "We don’t know that," said a quiet voice. Yang looked over to see Miriam, hovering at the perimeter of the command center. "We don’t know it for sure." "I believe we all can guess the fate of Earth," said Zakharov. Pravin Lal, working a medical console, turned to stare at him thoughtfully. "Guess, perhaps," said Miriam. "But I thought you respected proof." "I have little time for status reports or for these debates." "True, I am sure, " said Yang, "but perhaps if you give us the status report we will understand just how little time you have." Zakharov nodded tersely. "Very well. I will give you both." His fingers flashed on his touchpanel, and three screens flickered and reconfigured themselves into a schematic configuration. A simple diagram of a ship appeared. With a couple of taps, Zakharov made the wireframe lines as thick as crayon marks. "As we know, the Unity was designed to make it to Planet…barely." "Explain," said Miriam in a high clear voice. Yang turned to give her a disapproving look, but Miriam stayed focused on Zakharov. Lal, too, seemed mesmerized by the scientist’s words. Zakharov continued. "The amount of fuel it took to get us here, is astronomical. Literally!" He slammed one long bony finger into the surface of his touchpanel. "Here and here…in the huge bins on either side of the cryobays is the fuel that got us here. It is carried through delivery mechanisms into this chamber, here, where the fusion reactions take place that power the ship forward. The power from the reactions…" "I believe we know all this," murmured Yang, but Zakharov did not stop. "The power from the reactions is carried down this shaft through these containment rings, right through the center of the eight cryobays, and impacts here, on this plate, which absorbs the shock and propels us forward. This happens many times each second!" He paused for effect, his eyes gleaming with thoughts of force and precision. "Over and over again a burst of energy that rivals an atomic weapon travels through the containment rings, only meters from the edge of the cryobays, and propels us forward. This went on for over six years, accelerating us in the near frictionless environment of space to a coasting speed, and then, halfway through the journey, a carefully placed retro rocket fired, and the entire Unity turned, so that its thrusters faced forward." Miriam watched him intently. Lal and Yang looked annoyed. "Then the fusion drive fired again, again bursts like the sun, and so slowed us down for another 20 years, stopping us precisely here, at Chiron. At least that was the theory. And to pull that off! It is…" "Amazing. Impressive," said Yang. "It is…virtually…impossible. Do you see?" "What do you mean?" asked Deirdre Skye, who had walked in from the observation room and now listened from a chair beneath a small round ceiling lamp. Zakharov looked at her, caught up in the momentum of his own thoughts. "To freeze us all, leave us in these crypts, send us into space across light years, powered by our own manufactured sun...." He began pacing, cursing in Russian. "I see," said Deirdre, and she ran one hand through her dark hair. "It is impossible. The odds that we could make it…" "What are you saying here?" asked Miriam, eyes narrowed, reading them all carefully. "Skye, please, share your thoughts." "You remember Earth, "Deirdre said. "The wars. The chaos. The…destruction." "I remember holding the children of my enemies, watching the hollows that used to be eyes," said Lal quietly. "Yes…the chaos." "Governments rising and falling. Every piece of this ship was built by a new regime, practically. The launch…" "Rushed." said Pravin suddenly. "They didn’t think…" "They didn’t think we’d make it!" finished Deirdre. "It was a blind hope, a flare shot against the darkness of a night at sea. Why?" "They started building it, why not finish?" said Yang. "Perhaps it is that simple." "No," said Miriam. "It’s more. It’s hope." Zakharov shook his head. "Yes," persisted Deirdre. "The Earth was dying. All of us knew it. But if they…if the people of Earth could live long enough…at least long enough to see the flash of light as we shot out of orbit. Hope." "Or the political gain of another twisted regime," said Zakharov. "What does that matter?" asked Lal. "To the people of that regime…to see the Unity catapult itself into the night sky…and to think, in the pain, the poverty, the death and sickness all around, that perhaps, in forty years time...hope. For humanity." "They are all dead now, for certain," cut in Zakharov. "Don’t make this too maudlin." "Most are dead one way or the other, by age or violence," said Miriam. "Humanity still survives. God certainly does." "So they fired us off, a wild firecracker into the sky, and they hoped," said Deirdre. "Where does that leave us?" "If we do not fix the ship, they were right," said Zakharov. "We are not making it." "But we might," said Deirdre. "We still have the hope. We are the last. Agreed?" "Yes," said Miriam. "Most likely, we are the last." Deep Space Orbital Command Station : OFFLINE NATO Command Crystal Palace : OFFLINE Christian States Heavenly Sword Main Diocese : OFFLINE FOX Broadcast Worldwide Main Feed : OFFLINE EBS North America : CRITICAL FAULT NBC/MS Integrated Optical Network : ABORT RETRY FAIL NAOL Consumer Courtesy Warning Web : OFFLINE Journey to Centauri : Episode 30 "Where is the Captain?" asked Deirdre, growing restless. "I have sent him a wakeup," said Lal quietly. "He is timing his emergency stim use carefully. Soon there won't be very much time to sleep." "I have just looked at Planet again," said Deirdre, and Lal could see, in her eyes, reflections of Planet’s beauty mirroring out to infinity. "We are so close." "Yes," said Zakharov sharply, and the others turned to look at him. "Very close. It is time for final preparations. We have a window to land, but it is a small one. Still, I believe we can make it." Morgan nodded; Miriam closed her eyes for a brief and silent prayer. "Are we all clear on our duties?" asked Yang, sweeping the assembled staff with a dark gaze. "Is there anything left undone?" "Our duties are to follow the Captain’s orders," Lal said quietly. Zakharov ignored the comment and spoke again. "We have decelerated almost enough, but we will need to increase the fusion drive output in the last hour of our journey or we will not be able to land on Planet. We may need to split off in the landing pods at a moment's notice, and hope we are close enough to Planet to make it." 'What is the danger then?" asked Lal. "Will there be loss of life?" "Almost certainly," Zakharov answered. "Possibly all of us, in the worst case." "There could not be a worse case than that," murmured Deirdre. "But we have no choice. Unless we want to remain on the ship, sailing through the cosmos. That would guarantee our lives, but I assume we all want to make it to Planet, regardless of the risk. Correct?" He looked around. Several heads nodded. "Then these risks must be taken. They are our only chance to reach Planet. My proposal: each of us in a separate bay, with a full complement of supplies, weapons and staff. We will increase our chances that any one will survive." The room locked into a shocked silence as emotions swirled in currents through the assembled staff. Their own pod, each of them... "Ah," said Yang, finally. "A prudent plan," said Morgan. "A moment," said Lal to Morgan. "You seek only the raw materials for a new empire. And you are not even an officer!" He turned to Zakharov. "Who are you to advance such a proposal without the Captain present?" "I am bringing it up because the issue is foremost in our minds. We must assure the survival of the human race." "The people admire me," said Morgan quietly. "I am a leader. I also own part of the ship." "Enough!" said Lal. "We are talking of redistributing supplies. The ship has been designed with enough redundancy that if two or three pods don't make it the mission will still not be jeopardized." "True," said Zakharov calmly. "I say take it farther. We must accept that perhaps only one pod will make it. Each must be ready to restart the human race from scratch." "As Director Morgan said, a prudent plan," said Yang. "It seems extreme," said Miriam. "What exactly are we proposing here?" "Each pod, a self-contained world," said Zakharov. Lal shot to his feet, his normally soft voice trembling with anger. "This is mutiny." "No!" shouted Zakharov, and they all turned to look at him. He lowered his voice. "There is no mutiny here. We are waiting for the Captain. We are discussing our future, our lives! If we all present a reasonable proposal, he must acknowledge it." "Agreed," said Morgan hastily. "The pods already are self-contained, in theory. Although they don’t all have weapons." "Or the best lab equipment," said Deirdre. "Of course, the 'best' is relative," said Zakharov. "Only one can have the best lab equipment and that must be mine." "Why?" asked Morgan. "Because you are the science officer? With your expertise you should be able to do more with less." "Surely you are proposing that we all reach Planet and reassemble there if humanly possible," said Lal. "Correct?" "Of course!" laughed Morgan. "One pod, one leader," cut in Zakharov. "It is the only guarantee against the chaos approaching." "What chaos?" persisted Lal. "We have a chain of command." "We must prepare for that chain to be decimated," said Yang. "Any or all of us may die before reaching Planet." "That is why we have a Charter," said Lal. "Did Santiago follow your Charter?" asked Zakharov, staring at Lal. He turned to the rest of the core staff. "The Captain will arrive shortly. Will we present a unified front?" Yang lifted a hand. "Why not vote? We have a say in this mission as much as anyone." "I must register my objections to this secret meeting," said Lal. "Look around," said Yang quietly. "This is not the court of a king. We are alone. The Charter is what we make of it." "I motion that each of us become acting captain of a cryocell until Planetfall, and resources be carefully divided between them," said Zakharov. "Second," said Yang. "Second," said Morgan. "You are not an officer," said Deirdre. "I am an owner," said Morgan simply. "I am part of you now." "Against," said Lal. "Against," said Miriam. All heads turned to Deirdre, who seemed to stare off into space, seeking counsel from something beyond their vision. When she spoke her voice was clear and measured, her eyes wide, as if enchanted. "In favor," she said. "Then we will inform the Captain," said Zakharov quickly. Lal, stunned, looked around the command center, watching different scenarios play behind eyes alive with possibility. A few moments passed, and then the door to the command center opened. Quicklink, Pravin Lal To: Captain Garland Message: ACTIVATE WAKEUP SEQ Your presence is urgently requested... Journey to Centauri : Episode 31 Captain Garland awakened in his bed, a converted cryocell, breathless and terrified. the nightmare again, stronger this time...that feeling of being swallowed, infinitely, down a dark and narrow throat, sliding forever into an abyss... His hand lashed out involuntarily and struck glass. The sides of his cryocell were now foggy from his own heat, and the pain of his knuckles on glass set his heart pounding. He looked up. The lid to cryocell...closed! He struck out so hard he thought he might crack the lid into fragments, forcing it open with a rush of adrenaline-powered strength, and jumped as the lid crashed into the side of the cell. I never close that. Something was wrong. He heard voices shouting in the distance, and the wail of distant alarms, but his own dark quarters remained strangely muffled. He felt apart from everything, disconnected, even as he awakened again from sleep into chaos. And why was my cryocell closed? He looked to his quicklink for notification of the trouble, and found it nonfunctioning, a dead flexible gray patch on his sleeve, his connection to the command center severed. He rose quickly and crossed to his desk-mounted console, dialing up a status report. The ship was on full alert and Alpha Centauri was only a cosmic stone-throw away, even as the Unity finally shook itself apart, torn apart from the inside by its damaged reactor. Got to get this under control. There will be panic. He reached over to punch up the command center, and then stopped as he saw the tiny scrolling slipmessage in its yellow box on the screen. A series of numbers...timecode? And a letter-number combination. Video from the matrix. A time and a place, left for him. Which first? Command center, or unravel this mystery. He paused and the dreams caught at him, returning to haunt him. Voices, ghosts, floating above him as he awakened. It will only take a moment. He dialed up the matrix. Journey to Centauri : Episode 31 part 2 "What was that sound?" asked Morgan. "What sound?" asked Miriam. "There are a thousand sounds...the screaming of the ship, the warning klaxons..." "The voice of a thousand valkyries," murmured Pravin, nervous and subdued. "No. I hear it...a pulse tone," said Zakharov, his eyes darting around the command center. "Modulated, increasing in volume and frequency..." "From here. Here," said a crewman, Ensign Mirza, putting his hand on the door to the small meeting room off of the command center. "Is something wrong here? My God," said Pravin. The pulses had grown to a pounding, wave upon crashing wave of sound, shaking the assembled crew. Pravin clenched his teeth to stop them from cracking together. The ensign, agitated, shouted something and pressed the "Hatch open" stud. Miriam had stepped back from the door, and Lal stood nearby. The sounds abruptly fell off, replaced by a high-pitched whine. Into that silence Morgan spoke. "I would not open that door," he said. Miriam looked at him, then threw herself backwards as the hatch door opened. An explosion rocked the command center. Fragments of metal table and plastic chairs blew outwards, funneled through the hatchway and filling the command center in a cloud of violent force, engulfing the ensign. Miriam fell, one side beaded with blood, and Lal turned to shield his face. "Sabotage!" shouted Miriam. Lal hurried to the ensign, who was now a collage of half pale brown flesh, half stringy tissue. Indian... The image of Pria leapt into his mind unbidden. "What was that?" asked Miriam. "Sonic hammer," said Zakharov. "Small but deadly. There shouldn't even be any on board." "Did we screen the Emissary?" Asked Miriam. "Or was it..." she turned to Morgan. "Don't be foolish," said Morgan. "But look here! Dr. Yang, where are you off to so quickly?" Miriam and Pravin both looked around. Yang stood at the door to the hatch, watching them calmly. "This command center is severely damaged, and we are close to Planet. I am off to my landing pod, as we all voted." "That resolution was not approved..." said Lal., but weakly. "Look around," said Yang. "We are not ready for Utopia." And with that the exit hatch closed. Zakharov spoke. "He is right. Many of the systems here are damaged. Let us get to our landing pods. I can trigger the escape sequence from there. This command center was never meant to take us all the way to Planet." "How can we trust you?" Miriam shot after him, as Zakharov headed for the exit hatch. Lal lifted his hand. "He's right. The landing sequence is automated. This command center was not meant to bring us all the way to Planetfall. The ship must divide." Miriam stared at him, then looked down. "This man is dead," she said, and closed his eyes. Her fingers came back touched with blood. Lal shook his head and rose. "I'm off to Bay Five," he said. "Aren't Santiago's people there?" asked Miriam. "I will bring a bargaining chip." He headed for the exit hatch. "Are you coming?" She looked up at him. He looked tired, worn by the weight of the failing Charter. "Yes, I suppose. There is no other place." "Head to a safe Bay. I am going." He turned for the exit hatch, and she followed. Behind them, panels sparked and flared, and emergency fire control systems switched on, blanketing the command center in a soft white-gray powder like snow. Journey to Centauri : Episode 31 part 3 Camera D76B54 opened it shadowy narrow field of view to Captain Garland. This was a hidden eye, not known to most of the crew, trained on bales of valuable synthnetting. He saw the bales, their shadowy bulk, strangely blurred as if seen through a cataract. And then he made out a tight narrow blob of flesh, hands pulled to sides across a chest that was thin but in the strangely defocused view of the camera still had the look of tension and strength. He shook his head slightly. The man seemed bound, held by...Wires? Organic restraints...a security tool. Holding a man, naked, held in the shadows against dark wrapped bales of synthnet. And another form watched him, pacing, nervous, sometimes stepping into the light to reveal a female crew in the uniform of the security team. He caught a glimpse of her face, her eyes hardened but with a flicker of nervousness in them, like a ripple in a deep well. Garland punched the Identify panel and watched as a pale green mesh wrapped her features and then streaked and faded, ghostlike, as she moved on, the computer unable to get a feature lock. Now she stopped and watched the bound figure, staring quietly. The two seemed to speak. Garland couldn't see her face but abruptly her whole body began to slacken, her muscles loosening. She watched the bound figure, which now seemed to dominate her, sucking power and light from the rest of the room. She grew agitated, defensive, as if warding off a blow. And then, shaking with physical effort, she began to lift her weapon, turning it, slowly, toward him and then toward her self, toward her own face. Garland noticed his own hands trembling, his lungs paralyzed, trying to change events that had already passed. She pulled the trigger. He watched her jerk back from the concussion, strangely silent, over a distance of space and time he could not cross. The bound figure watched her for a moment, then moved forward, bending over her. He took a key from her and released his bonds. He stood and let out a deep breath, then walked out of the room. He seemed to hunch his shoulders, avoiding the general direction of the hidden camera. But Garland had marked him, had caught a glimpse before the man had released himself. Sheng-ji Yang. Video Matrix D76B54 Archived and Transferred See linked note, J Garland, Captain. Journey to Centauri : Episode 32 part 1 Captain Garland punched in a quicklink to his friend, Pravin Lal, his most trusted advisor in the command staff. Pravin: Yang has murdered crew. He is to be divested of rank and arrested immediately. Use caution. He entered into the record his decision, and its consequences. To strip a man of rank and bring him on trial before the UN Charter, on charges of murder and betrayal of fellow crew! He punched the SEND button, entering the decision into the record, along with a copy of the video feed as evidence. He watched the shadowy figure play out its crime one more time, and there, in the checkered light and shadow of his makeshift desk a very real fear gripped his heart. The stakes are very high here, higher than I could have imagined, he thought. They, all of them, will fight for what they want, their deepest desires, and their survival. There will not be peace. The journey back to the command center seemed an epic trek through deepest peril. He punched SEND. His accusation, as yet unanswered, winged its way on a transmission of light back to Earth, if any on Earth still existed to receive it. To Earth and probably beyond, writing Yang's crimes against the eternity of space time on a pulsing finger of light. Whatever came now, he had done his duty. Journey to Centauri : Episode 32 part 2 Pravin Lal, hurrying through the connecting tunnels between bays, tried again to contact the Captain, and again got nothing. His quicklink offline, his ID badge not locating…Pravin feared the worst. And now he hurried toward Bay Five, the maw of the beast, where shadowy figures, Santiago's wolves, still lurked. Somewhere, the other staff headed toward Bays of their own choosing, where crew awaited, some cynical, some fearful, some ready to embrace the ideals of a powerful leader. Somewhere they were sealing off all exits to each Bay, breaking the connector tunnels, checking their individual thrust drives. But the Captain has not released them, Pravin realized. Their landing pods can not break away without approval codes from Garland. Unless he could not be located. Pravin froze. If the time came and the computer could not locate the Captain's bioprint, then anyone could separate the pods from the structure of the Unity. Each leader would be free to go their own way. Fear clutched Pravin's heart, and with it came a rush, a deep instinctive need to protect his loved ones at all costs. All over the ship there were still those in sleep, souls not yet awakened. Did he want their fates chosen for them, their lives utterly under the control of the personalities he had seen operating in the command center? And if they were all to die in space, didn't these people have the right to see Planet, and to make their peace with the new world or the old? Lal, the humanitarian. Of course what he really wanted now was Pria, awake and alive. And he wanted a gesture that affirmed life in the face of all the animal fears rising up to bite at him. Ship's Chief of Surgery. He was one of the elite. He had the power. He activated his quicklink, punched in to the computer, coasted through layer after layer of security. At last… He issued a command, verified it with a voiceprint and retinal scan. Activate. All across the ship, bubbles burst in cryocells full of frozen souls waiting. Command Executed. Open all remaining cryocells. Journey to Centauri : Episode 33 The ship is coming apart. Zakharov could feel it, could feel his connection to it, could feel a small hidden part of him unraveling with it. The mission. The last of Earth society, tearing asunder. He let out one deep breath and punched up a view from the forward camera. Looking ahead, there was Planet, shimmering against the darkness…the blank slate, the dream. Citizens stood around him…future citizens of this brave new world. They watched him, some warily, some with fear, some with hope and admiration. Ilka could not hold back a broad smile, his normally furrowed brow smooth. Let the others go their own way, or try to reform later like lost relatives at a Post Strike Gathering Point on Earth. He believed this crew would follow him on Planet, and the way the ship was going the pods were sure to scatter all across the surface. "To a world of science. To a life of the mind," he said simply. They looked at him,. fiercely, tensely, uncertainly, reaching for the hope he gave. These would follow. He had selected them so carefully. Those who hated him… let them find another way. "Activate the breakaway sequence," he ordered. "Yes sir," said Ensign Fiszer. "Ready for your verification." Zakharov checked the status display. "I have verified it. The command will not go through until Captain Garland approves it, or the computer believes him dead." "Yes, sir. What should we do then?" Zakharov stared into space for a moment, reading calculations in the ether. "We will wait a few minutes. This is a time of pure chaos. Circumstances change…new paths will open. If nothing has changed, we will fire the thrusters and risk tearing ourselves off of the body of the ship." Zakharov nodded. This was the best way. "The landing pods are prepared. The Unity will separate and the landing pods will explode out from the shell of the ship. Each pod, self-sustaining, will guide itself down to the surface. At that point, we will be alone." The Ensign looked puzzled. "Won't we land near the others?" "Not with the ship as unstable as it is. There are no guarantees." * * * "There are no guarantees," said Morgan to the assembled crew. "I know you were expecting your Captain. Well, he is nowhere to be found. I came to you because you have supported my position on the Unity, and you know what I offer you. "The chance to begin again. The chance for a world of comfort and wealth such as most of you ever knew on Earth." * * * "The chance to begin again," said Deirdre Skye, looking over her assembled followers, meeting the eyes of her most trusted advisors as they watched her intensely. "Planet is a waiting, living being, pure and unsullied, such as Earth was at one time. We have a chance to purge ourselves of the unspeakable crimes we have committed against our home Planet. We will never have such a chance again. "It is like the Garden of Eden…" * * * A Garden of Eden. Miriam hurried through the cryobay, meditating on Planet, seeing the curve of God's eye in its surface, watching her. Yes. It is a beautiful thing. She stopped. Ahead of her a cryobay opened, and on the far side, in the forward compartment where the controls for the landing pod were housed, she caught a glimpse of a vibrant figure, gesturing passionately. Zakharov. Will I be welcome? She turned toward the connector to the next bay. Two crew worked there. As she watched, one of them opened a panel and closed a circuit inside the Unity's walls. She heard a blast and a vibration shook the floor and wall. They've fired the connecting tunnel. I will be trapped here! Trapped with Zakharov and his people, their cool scientific minds pushing in on her faith, dissecting her with their minds. An image flashed across her mind…the connector on the other side of the bay. She turned and ran. And as she ran, unopened cryobays burst to life around her. *** Sheng-ji Yang jumped, startled, as unopened cryobays burst to life around him. He watched nearby cells boil furiously, the shadowy forms inside jittering, as his mind raced furiously to absorb this change in his situation. Crew loyal to him stood nearby at perfect attention, ready for his next command. His eyes swept them. "Control. It is the most important tool in the face of chaos. All of you have it." His voice remained calm, his tone matter-of-fact. "The awakening crew may not. We will isolate them, one by one, and make sure they are in the proper condition for the hardships ahead." "Imprison them, you mean?" asked one crewman hesitantly. Yang's eyes flickered to him, marked him. "This ship is a prison. That Planet is a prison. Your freedom exists in your mind only. Your thoughts are your only escape." *** Escape. Santiago paced the holding cell like a caged animal, feeling the structure of the ship shake beneath her. Conserve your energy, she ordered herself, and she stopped pacing, breathed deeply, seeking calm. There is nowhere to go. Either someone will come through that door or they won't. And they will be either friend or foe. She set her jaw. At that moment, she heard a sound outside the door and a small panel opened. Deep brown eyes looked through. *** Pravin Lal looked through the narrow panel at the smooth face of Corazon Santiago, her expression a study in defiance. Her courage! he thought. He could see that she breathed heavily, but she remained steady, controlling her panic, seeking a way out. I see the nobility in her, he thought. She would be a fearsome opponent, but a powerful ally. She is a survivor. But from the other side of the door, Pravin knew they existed worlds apart. He believed in peace, she in violence. Still, he needed her. "Would you like your freedom?" he asked her through the panel in the door. Ship's Computer to All Personnel Approaching Planet. Prepare for emergency landing procs Alpha One through Gamma Seven. All personnel report to nearest cryobay. Journey to Centauri : Episode 34 Pravin Lal entered the shadows of Bay Five with his hands raised. He could sense figures in the shadows around him, primed for violence. Blue lit cryocells boiled furiously nearby, and he could hear the hiss of lids opening. "I am here from Santiago. Santiago. Burning sword," he said, repeating the code phrase that Santiago had given him during their talk. Suddenly, a force smacked into the back of his head and he hit the cold metal floor face first. Hands grabbed at him, biting his flesh as they pinned his arms and turned him over. Blue lights and yellow lights spun wildly around him, and then he saw a grim, angry face above him, along with the cool eye of a shredder pistol barrel. The smell of his assailant filled the air around him...rank and sour. "Why are you saying 'burning sword'?" came the question, the voice thin and rapid. "Quickly!" "I have spoken to Santiago," said Pravin. "She is locked away now, but I have a code key to release her. I ask only that you abandon this bay and the personnel inside." "We have this bay and everything in it...food, supplies. Why should we go?" A different voice, heavier, from a large figure at the periphery of Pravin's vision. "You can have your leader back," he answered. "She would not want us to abandon our position." Pravin tried a different tack. "You will have a mutiny if you stay in this bay, I guarantee it. Officer Yang has declared martial law on the ship. He will be here with guards when he finds out you are still here." "We have hostages," said the first voice, and Pravin watched the small man wave his pistol at the cryocells around them. He felt a chill as he thought of Pria, not so far away, awakening in one of these very cells. "They will do you no good. The ship is falling apart...there is no one to negotiate with. Go to your leader...there is a storage room near her, with food and supplies. You can lock yourself in there and have your passage to Planet." "You want something. Why should we trust you?" The heavy voice again, shot through with a growing rage. "You have my word. I only want the safety of the crew." "We could take that code key now," hissed the thin man above him. "It is encrypted, of course, as assurance..." "There are ways," came the reply. Pravin shook his head, steeling himself. "You know an officer's training. We are resistant to persuasion, if that is what you mean." "There is always a lever," muttered the heavier man, almost to himself, and Pravin thought of Pria again, her perfect skin. "I am offering you your leader and my promise of safe transport." He could hear the groans of awakening crew in the shadows, and Spartan voices issuing clipped orders. The shadows faded from around him and he heard a short heated discussion. The heavier man came back, now looming over him. Pravin could make out a large bull-like face and narrow dark eyes. "Very well, we accept. Give us the key." "Move your people to the bay exit. Leave the crew alone." The man shook his head ponderously. "First the key." Pravin drew a deep breath, seeking strength and calm, and then abruptly stood up. The large man stared at him, shredder pistol twitching in his hand. "Move to the bay's exit," said Pravin. "Then I will give you the key. It is best for all of us." The heavier man suddenly grabbed Pravin's wrist, near his quicklink, and wrenched his arm around. "Is this the key code? I will break this encryption like I will break this arm. Give me the key!" Pravin let out an involuntary gasp and tried to twist away. The man struck the side of his face and stars bloomed in his vision. The violence... Then he heard a voice, the thin man's voice again. "There is another Lal here, in this cell. Is she what he wants?" Pravin's world spun around him. He saw blue and black, and then a halo of light around...Pria!...her torso rising from a cryocell only five meters away...he saw blue liquid dripping from her, and wet black hair across her sleep-sick face. The heavy man tore his quicklink from Pravin's sleeve and raised his pistol. The shadows closed in. Journey to Centauri : Episode 34 part 2 Miriam found the other connector tunnel and punched it open, seeking a quick escape from Zakharov's bay. The hatch to the connector hissed open and an alarm blared, signaling a breach. She slipped through and punched the CLOSE switch on the other side. The connector was dark and narrow, with no lights. The power must have been diverted, she realized, and her breathing grew strained. Is there still air flowing here? There was, of course. A momentary panic. God will provide. She moved forward, knowing it wouldn't be far to the next cryobay and perhaps a safe harbor. The darkness pushed in around her, and she could smell an oily mechanical smell from a maintenance shaft somewhere ahead. I walk through the valley of death, the power of the Lord close at hand, she said to herself and then repeated it, using it as a talisman. That had always worked for her on Earth; when she found God she found the strength and courage to go forward in a world of fear and darkness, the world of the burning cities. The connector hatch hissed open behind her and a shaft of light lanced her direction. She quickly ducked to one side, and found the opening to a maintenance shaft. She moved into it, feeling herself swallowed into darkness within darkness. She could hear the footsteps of Zakharov's men behind her, looking for her. Then she heard one call out, and another voice, father away, answering. An angry exchange followed, a flurry of different accents, and then a sudden burst of shredder pistol fire. A scream that echoed down the metal walls of the connector. She heard a yell and the words "martial law" and then a concussion rocked the metal walls again. She began to hurry, pushing her way down the maintenance shaft. Everyone fighting for their own, she realized. Zakharov, someone else? The metal around her groaned. Dim red warning lights flickered on around her, and then another groan, loud and long. The ship was pulling apart, and she had nowhere to go! She pushed on forward, hands trembling, toward a sliver of light ahead. I walk through the valley of death... Quicklink: Yang to all personnel Martial law is in effect on the ship. All crew will turn all weapons over to the nearest executive crew. No interference will be tolerated. Journey to Centauri : Episode 35 (Note: This is the nine part conclusion to the story) Pria! Pravin saw her, haloed in soft blue light, her torso slicked with the moisture from the cryogel. The burly Spartan who held Pravin's arm raised his shredder pistol, and Lal could only see its barrel, swiveling toward Pria as another Spartan grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly up… He lunged, spurred by rage. The burly man, still holding his arm, shouted something and Pravin felt pain shooting up his arm, then felt the sleeve of his uniform…his quicklink, the code key to Santiago's cell, tearing away. He crossed the space to Pria's cryocell in four giant steps, and drove his fingers toward the face of the Spartan who still pulled at her arm. He felt his fingers strike the face of the Spartan. He heard a yell and he spread his arms, throwing himself in front of Pria, every muscle in his back tensed for the feel of shredder darts… The explosive hum sounded behind him. A scream welled up inside of him as a cloud of shredder darts, cutting the air angrily, crossed the room. He anticipated death but it did not come. He felt himself striking Pria…he felt the hard glass of the cryocell and the soft yielding of her flesh. He grabbed her and twisted and lunged forward as another cloud of shredder darts filled the air and shattered the cryocell. Glass. He grabbed Pria, aware of her smell and the feel of her hair in his face even as his other hand grabbed a fragment of glass from the shattered remains of the cryocell. A Spartan face loomed up and he lunged out, felt the glass bite his own hand even as it sunk into the shoulder of his foe… That man was crew, thought Pravin. We all were, but we are fighting for something different now. The man melted away. Pravin lunged on, legs burning, into the shadows, where more rows of cryocells waited. The lights in the bay flashed out. There was a shout, and then a crash from the hatch behind him. "Turn over your weapons! We are taking this bay in the name of the Executive Officer of the Unity!" shouted a voice. Pistols and the concussion of stun grenades rocked the room. Fire flashed from behind him, sending jittery shadows around him. He looked down at Pria…her face, cocked at an odd angle, looked up at him, still weak from the cryosleep. The next bay lay ahead, through a connector tunnel. It was Captain Garland’s bay, full of waiting crew. He ran. Tears streamed down his face from the effort. He could hear the fighting behind him, the disciplined shouts of the Spartans. He had bluffed…there was no encryption on that code key the burly man had taken. If the Spartans survived this fight they would have this bay, and Santiago. He came to the connector tunnel and saw the red lights lining it, meaning it was about to detach. He punched open the small touchscreen next to the hatch and ordered it to open. The red lights went off in sequence. He looked down at Pria. Her naked body lay in a jumble in his arms. He lifted one hand and saw the red sticky fluid all over it. Something caught in his throat. He turned her over. Shredder darts covered her back, constellations of tiny, deadly wounds. He shook his head and pressed his hands into her back, trying to staunch the flow of blood. He turned her back and looked at her face. Her eyes swam with pain, but she saw him. She smiled. "Pravin." Journey to Centauri : Episode 35 part 2 Captain Garland moved through the dark hallways of the ship in a crouch. He could hear the sounds of infighting and the hideous groaning of the ship's structure beneath him. Something is very wrong here, he thought. The sounds of the fighting, the terrible violence of human fighting human for survival and space, barely registered now. Now he concentrated only on the sounds the ship, his ship. The landing pods have not separated. They are waiting for me to verify the release command. But, I have already issued that command. Which meant that the entire superstructure of the Unity now spiraled out of control toward Planet’s atmosphere, the landing pods still attached. We will be unable to enter the atmosphere properly, realized Garland. The superstructure is meant to burn, but not with the landing pods attached. We will all die here…everything that is left of humanity! He stopped at the next touchpanel and called up schematics of the ship. Warning lights flashed everywhere, the very joints of the ship strained to near breaking. Why haven’t the landing pods broken away? Then he saw it. And as he saw it, he heard the sound of a footstep on metal. "Raise your hands, Captain," came a voice, a voice as dark as the shadows that surrounded him. Journey to Centauri : Episode 35 part 3 "Release the landing pods." The voice was calm, resonant, and very youthful. Garland couldn’t tell if the speaker was male or female. "I already have. The pods are jammed. It’s a mechanical failure." "Oh?" the figure paused, processing this. "Then there isn't much time." "We have to get to the center of the ship, to the nexus," Garland said urgently. "I know the…" "Quiet!" came the sharp retort. A chill washed down Garland’s spine. She doesn't care. The figure stepped forward and Garland could now see the face. It was a young woman, her face pale and very smooth and clean, but bland. Her eyes seemed dull, lifeless. "Turn around and walk down the tunnel." Garland shook his head. "I don’t think anyone can get down here in time, don’t you see? We have to…" A shot cracked the air, a one-off from the shredder pistol, deforming the floor by Garland’s left foot. He began to sweat…she was using compacted slugs, and this tunnel was not immune to a breach. "Turn and move," she said. Garland turned and began walking down the tunnel. The woman continued speaking. "They sent us into the sky on a hope, a hope based on vanity and self delusion." He turned back to look at her. "We have almost made it, don't you see?" She laughed, and the laugh’s harshness unsettled him. "I see a square-jawed parody of a Captain, picked for press tours and photo shoots and net views. You are a token, unfit to lead. You were never meant to do anything." "You're wrong," he said, shaking his head. "The people that built this ship never really cared if we made it. We are a violent people from a violent world, put into this metal cage to create the illusion of hope for a dying planet. If they really thought the Unity would make it, they would be on this ship themselves." A chill ran down Garland’s spine. She continued. "Better men and women than you were passed over, believe me. And look at you now…your leadership stolen from under you by others with vision and the will to survive. Now open that hatch." Garland stopped in front of the hatch, his hands shaking. They were deep in the center of the ship, crossing narrow maintenance ducts that soon would tear away into space. He pushed the hatch open stud using a sequence that would cause the hatch to close again after five seconds. The hatch opened and a bright, brilliant light washed over him. He put one hand in front of his eyes, blinded. One second... "Hands up! Step forward," she barked at him. He lifted his hand again and opened his eyes slowly. He found himself looking into an exterior observation shaft, circled in glass, and outside those panels he could see… Planet, huge and radiant, a brilliant eye filling the void of space, a living jewel bathed in the light of the Centauri suns. Three seconds, four... "Step forward, Captain," she said, "and look at what you lost." Five seconds! He dove forward, into the chamber. He heard her yell and saw her lunge, saw the shredder pistol swivel... Why isn't the hatch closing? He felt a sharp pain in his throat, and then a wave of ice and fire ran down his torso and up into his face. I'm hit! The hatch hissed closed, locking her away from him, but he knew she'd have it opened again in seconds. He looked around frantically, saw blood, his blood, on the glass panels, saw a maintenance locker... The hatch began to open. He threw open the locker and grabbed a closed extensor pole with a gripping vice on the end. Where is the activation stud? The hatch opened and she came through, her face twisted with rage. He tried to hit her with the handle of the extensor pole and felt it strike her shoulder, than she fired again and he felt himself thrown to one knee. She stood above him, looking down, death poised to strike. He turned the pole toward her and his thumb found the Activate switch. The pole lanced open. The kickback rocked through him as the vice struck her beneath the chin, lifted her up and smashed her back into the edge of the hatch. He felt the pole move in his hand as she twisted towards him, her eyes hollow and empty, the vice caught in her throat. Her body twitched twice and then stopped. Captain Garland looked at her, staring at the shredder pistol in her hand. Was she sent for me? Has it come to this? He turned to look at Planet again. It was beautiful, so alive, so pure. He sank into darkness. Journey to Centauri : Episode 35 part 4 Miriam heard the sound of shredder pistols humming behind her as she moved forward through darkness, the sound not near but not far away, either. She heard the shouts of battle, and the crisp commands of officers keeping their crew calm under fire. The sliver of light ahead of her had vanished for a moment as she moved forward…had she changed her angle of vision? Or had that light, whatever it was, winked out? The smell of oily lubricants overwhelmed her. I walk through the valley of the shadow of death… She listened to her feet ring against the metal flooring, her steps sure and steady. Faith can carry us, she reflected. I am more warrior-priest than psych chaplain anyway… A rapid flicker of movement caught her eye, and suddenly a face dark and twisted with hate appeared in the space…immediately beneath her feet! Suddenly clanging and shouts surrounded her, from one direction and then the other "You mutinous…" Red flares arced around her…she found herself on a narrow suspended walkway above a dark narrow pit. Demons! The angry faces, smudged with darkness, stared up and a hand grabbed the metal grating near her left foot. Miriam hurried her steps over this…valley of death…this blackened metal bridge over the dark oily pit. Yang would love it down there. She began to run, spurred by a sudden instinct. A concussion blast split the room, the bright light sending a montage of shadows jolting across the wall. A scream sounded behind her and she jumped again…an unholy scream of pain. Someone hit! Footsteps clanged behind her and she stumbled and fell. Her hands hit the grated floor and she scrambled, trying … God protect me… They were fighting down there, warriors with hate-twisted faces. I'm near a connector, she realized. They are fighting over the bays! A tall woman in security red charged forward, swinging a modified shredder like a club. She saw the woman jam the butt of her gun into another crewman's cheek and heard the bone-crushing impact, and she felt a rush of revulsion mixed with something like excitement. Someone else came in with fingernails trailing flesh and then there was the pop of a shredder pistol. We're too close to the hull! Miriam scrambled up and ran, heart pounding, angels lifting her feet. Journey to Centauri : Episode 35 part 5 Pravin surged through the last part of the connector tunnel and into the open spaces of Bay Six, Pria still in his arms. Two engineers stood near the exit, looking with shocked concern at the sight of Pravin, the tears of effort and sadness streaming freely down his face, with the jumbled figure of Pria in his arms. "Fire this tunnel," he gasped. "Get me a medkit!" They quickly locked the hatch and Pravin saw the lights around the seal turn red. Moments later a shock went through the floor and walls as the tunnel broke away. Pravin laid Pria out on the floor, arranging her limbs for comfort. Her mouth moved open and closed, gasping. A medkit appeared next to him, carried by a nervous crewman. "Is the Captain here yet?" barked Pravin, working furiously to staunch the flow of Pria's blood. "No sir," said the engineer. Pravin looked at him. "Do you know where he is?" "No one does." Pravin shook his head. "We are very close to Planet. The Captain may be dead. We should break away from the Unity." "We can't, sir. Something is wrong. We've even tried firing the engines…the landing pods are not separating." Pravin worked furiously, absorbing the information, watching Pria's face for flickers of life. "Could we coordinate our thrusts with the other pods? Turn the ship so that we enter the atmosphere, so that we have a chance?" "Someone's section of the ship would enter at the wrong angle, sir, and no one wants to be that someone. The landing pods now have captains of their own…and none of them wants to burn in space." "So we will all burn?" Pravin shouted it. Pria's eyes flickered open. "What has happened to this crew?" But watching Pria, he knew. Pria, whom he had brought into the crew despite anyone else's wishes, because he wished it, and he alone. A second rate medical technician, who on her own merits would never have passed the selection committee. Didn't you fight for me? he could imagine her saying to him. Didn't you pull rank, make demands, alter records, hand a more qualified applicant a death sentence on Earth so that we could remain together? Wouldn't you kill for me? Or, if needed, for your precious peace? Yes, he would kill for peace. And that was the problem. Her eyes…infinity vanishing into infinity. He felt sick at heart…crew killing crew, humanity bringing its conflict to a new world. He continued to work. Journey to Centauri : Episode 35 part 6 Sprays of shredder fire. The booming of concussion hammers. The hiss of steam, and the roaring metallic groans of the superstructure tearing itself apart, the metallic banshee scream. Captain Garland opened his eyes to a world split by pain. Alive…the shots had not killed him, but he could feel the stickiness of blood soaking the front of his shirt as pain racked his body. Barely rational, he stood on shaky feet and moved toward the body of the woman who had shot him. Vision swimming, Captain Garland knelt down and patted over her. He saw her ID tag on her sleeve. Sarah Jaydo. The name meant nothing. He found her shredder pistol, and also a couple of concussion grenades tucked into her belt, which he took. The armory must be wide open now...we are all armed. And it was this threat of violence that made us lock the armory in the first place. He looked down at the floor. Blood, his blood, pattered down around his feet. He felt weak, barely able to stand. I had the chance to make it work, he thought. And I failed. He felt reduced to his pain, living only within the pounding, tearing metal skin around him, the sweep of history a forgotten illusion. He turned back and saw the maintenance locker. He staggered to it, remembering something he had seen there earlier...a pressure suit. Blood washed down his shirt as he donned the suit, hands shaking uncontrollably. He locked the seals on the suit and fumbled with the controls. Going to black out, can't control my hands! Suddenly he heard a rush of air and the suit repressurized, tightening around him. He adjusted the pressure inside, transforming the suit into a giant tourniquet. Equilibrium returned, but his heart still pounded. He could still feel the wounds in his throat and leg. I am dying now, he realized. He went forward through another lock and down another narrow dark tunnel. He was far from any landing pod now, in the maze of maintenance tunnels that surrounded the fusion drive at the center of the ship. The hull screamed and twisted around him. He fought to keep his balance. Through tunnel after tunnel he struggled, marking time against his death, tracing a path away from any landing pod. And then he crossed through an airlock and found himself in the center of the ship. At last... He looked out over a vast cylinder, where thick metal arms extended from the axis of the ship to the eight cryobays and the massive fuel tanks around them. At the axis of the ship the arms met at a juncture point, a thick silver disc that groaned from the strain of the landing pods trying to pull away. The whole structure rotated around him, surfaces spinning over and around him. On the juncture point at the Unity's axis Garland could see a series of explosive bolts that should have fired, still in place and still holding the landing pods. All the remains of humanity were held together by those bolts. All the violence, all the hope, all the despair. From where he stood he could see could see an accessway that led to one of the metal arms, and then to a series of rungs where, climbing against gravity, he could reach the bolts. He felt suddenly faint, and collapsed at the edge of the cylinder. Then he remembered the quicklink on the sleeve of the pressure suit. Pravin… Journey to Centauri : Episode 35 part 7 Miriam Godwinson found herself in a storage room, the lights glimmering softly. She slammed shut the hatch behind her, closing off the fighting. Now, where am I... She called up a diagram. She was near the connector between two bays, but the hatch to the next tunnel had been sealed. Why? The Dead Bay. The bay that had been ruptured when the ship was damaged, locked off from the rest of the ship, and now further damaged by the strain on the Unity. So she was trapped, no way forward, and death behind. Still, she knew something had brought her here, some force or power, leading her home. Home? To Heaven? She thought of the outside, the radiant light of the suns shining down across the Unity's hull. In a world where everything is relative, God must orient to the light, as one of her pastors had taught her back on Earth. And the light is outside. She climbed into a pressure suit and moved into an airlock, where she opened a small observation panel to look out over the bright surface of the ship. Her eyes widened. The ship here was no more than a landscape of twisted metal, a blasted terrain where the damage had been absolute. It felt like Earth again, the beginning of the apocalypse, burnt death everywhere. The light shined down across it all, setting the landscape in high relief. She could see the ruined Bay, from which no signs of life had emerged. But…wait. In the very back, in a small shaft, she could see a tiny panel. And from there…a flicker of light. She watched as it flickered again. Some kind of vibration, moving the glass? No. A realization filled her, rising through her from toe to spine. An SOS… someone was alive down there. When the cryocells opened…there must be people, trapped in the back of the landing pod, probably poisoned with radiation, some sick and blind. Needing a shepherd. Her eyes widened with the glory of it, of God watching and guiding her, giving her the tools she needed on the new world. She opened the airlock and prepared to walk the outer surface of the ship, through the twisted landscape, not fearing death. Ready to be embraced by her people. Journey to Centauri : Episode 35 part 8 "Pravin." The voice came again, through the quicklink that one of the engineers had just handed him. Pravin grabbed the link, hands trembling. "John?" "Pravin, yes." "Where are you John? Are you safe?" A short, shaky laugh. "None of us are. I'm here, in the center of the ship. I've been shot." "Wait there, we will send someone!" Pravin chattered, searching his mind… who to send? How to get there? "No. Too late. I'm alone here, and I don't have very long." "John…" Pravin stopped, looked down at Pria, whose life was slipping away. He stroked her hair, and it felt so real to him…a small, simple pleasure. "We are all going to die here." The Captain's voice came back, shaky and weak. "Maybe not. I can…cut us loose." "Captain, I…" said Pravin, his voice husky. And then he looked at his hand, covered with Pria's blood, and looked at the blood smeared around them. He looked at her face, and felt just the smallest part of the crushing grief that would soon overwhelm him as she breathed her last. He thought of the anger and hate of the battling crew. He thought of the new world, the hope. And he knew his friend was thinking the same. "Is it worth saving?" came the whispering voice through the quicklink. "They will battle for generations…we will never be at peace." "Never," mumbled Pria, in a daze. Pravin looked at her, and grabbed her hand. "Never…" she mumbled again, repeating the word. Pravin looked at her carefully. Never. Was it…a question? "Never?" said Pravin quietly into the quicklink, and looked again at Pria, and felt her hand and thought of the good things. "It is up to you." Journey to Centauri : Episode 35 part 9 Deep in the center of the ship, alone, Captain Garland felt the warmth of his friend's voice through the distance of the quicklink. "It is up to you..." He broke the link and tried to breathe. They will fight and battle for generations, he knew, the violence spreading across all of Planet's surface. Maybe there will never be peace. But, if there was a chance… He struggled to rise but could not, and so he crawled through the narrow accessway to the first rung of the ladder. He reached up to grab it, focussing on his gloved hand, on the feel of the rung., trying to ignore the inner surfaces of the ship spinning wildly around him. He reached up, to the second rung, and the third, heading for the ship's axis. With every step he left something behind…the dream of peace, memories of the wife and the children he had left behind on Earth, his anger and hate at those who had usurped his crew, the shame at his own failure, his fear, his guilt. One by one, step by step, he felt the weight lifting from his shoulders. Until, at the last rung, his ego seemed to drift away, his very identity dissolving into the mass of humanity around him, and the space beyond. He let out a breath and lifted his hand, which now held the last concussion grenade. He activated it and watched the countdown calmly. He measured the last moments of his life with it. At one second to go he squeezed the grenade in his hand and slammed it into the nearest explosive bolt. And then he let go of the ladder. Captain John Garland fell away from the Unity's axis as the exp losion he planted rocked the center of the ship and blasted through the explosive bolts like a chain of fire. He saw the landing pods split out and away from the useless superstructure of the Unity and into the black space beyond. As he fell away he watched the beautiful sequence of fire on the eternal night beyond, and then the flames reached out to him, turning from fire into white light, and the scream in his skull faded to a hum and then a silence. His last sight was of the landing pods, breaking apart, and thrusters firing one by one. He imagined them, arcing their way down to the new world, bringing humanity's curses with them, and humanity's gift… Hope. Sarah Jaydo's Journal Why have we come to the stars? Why didn’t we surrender when we had the chance? Are we so blind, that we believe this new world will be different, immune to suffering and crime and violence? The Unity mission was a feeble candle flickering in a blasted night. We rode this illusion into the sky, and now we will die here, or, perhaps worse, die on Planet. Those of us onboard rode an illusion into the night; those who stayed behind took their chances on a dying world. As for now, we continue to do what humans have always done. We eat, sleep, make love, hone our skills, pass the time. And deep down we wait for someone, some special human, to rise above it all and make the thousands of years of history, of suffering, all worth it. To enlighten us, by which I mean end our pain, heal our wounds, take away the uncertainty. But I have seen the sweep of history, and we are no better off now than we have ever been. Just more aware. Planet will be no different. Unless... =========================================== XI. Credits/ Links =========================================== - Firaxis Games (especially for the story) - Electronic Arts - PC Gamer - Prima - GameFaqs and CJayC - vgstrategies.about.com - Cheat Code Central--http://www.cheatcc.com - http://www.alphacentauri.com/ - http://alphazone.cjb.net/ - http://civilization.gamestats.com/smac =========================================== XII. Farewell! =========================================== Copyright 1999 Jim Chamberlin. All Rights Reserved. You can't copyright facts, only style. Like I mentioned earlier, this is more of a reference guide than anything else. If you know of anything you think that I should include, e- mail me at the address at the beginning of the guide. I am open to consideration. If you wish to add this guide to your site, ask me first. Until next time...</p>