“Are there harsh storms?” the man clarified. “Winds? Is it cold?”
“Right. I’ve only been observing the planet for a few weeks,” Arthur said. “So far the average temperature in the temperate zone is around sixty-five degrees Fahrenheit, which is around eighteen degrees Celsius, if you prefer metric. There are frequent spiraling atmospheric disturbances that begin over the oceans. The largest one I’ve seen covered about…” There was a rustling of paper. “That storm covered about five percent of the planet’s surface. When it hit land, it diminished.”
“Continents?” called a woman.
“Difficult to say, actually,” Arthur said. “I’ve counted five large landmasses, but there are lots of large islands that cluster around each continent, which can make it difficult to tell where one continent begins and the other ends.”
“Does it have a stable orbit?”
“That’s on the Goldilocks Contingency Checklist,” Arthur said. “I wouldn’t have kept studying the planet if I’d seen any possibility of an unreliable orbit.”
“Have you named it yet?” called a squeaky little girl’s voice.
The whole crowd laughed, but Arthur was kind enough to take her question seriously. “The name should be determined by democratic process.”
Waverly raised her hand to ask a question. “What if we change course only to find out a year from now that the planet can’t support life?”
This question silenced the room completely. Seth raised his head to look at the stage and saw that Arthur was handing the microphone over to Kieran Alden. Kieran looked bad. He was bent over, obviously in pain, sweating and pale. Seth glanced at Waverly, who had lowered her eyebrows with worry.
“That’s the most important question anyone has asked,” Kieran said. Seth thought everyone in the crowd must be holding their breath. “This ship is stable for now, but it suffered a major catastrophe. Chris and his crew think that it’s worthy enough for a journey of up to twelve years…” The crowd erupted into a wave of whispers, and Kieran raised his voice, though the strain of doing so was obvious. “But that’s with constant vigilance and maintenance. In other words”—he paused, and people quieted down—“this could be a doomed mission.”
“So if we come with you, we could die,” said a woman.
“We can’t make any guarantees,” Chris said as he took the microphone from Kieran, who sat back down, looking exhausted. “The heat from the explosion may have denatured some of the metals in the underlying girders. This ship definitely won’t make New Earth.”
The crowd accepted this with a dense, worrying stillness.
“This is why we wanted to give you a choice,” Chris went on. “All of you have had a hard time on the New Horizon. Anne Mather is gone, but there’s no telling what the command structure is going to be. I have Selma Walton here to report on what the church elders have been discussing since the Pastor’s death.”
Seth was glad to see Selma again. Even from here he heard the jingle of the bangles she wore on her arm. “Thank you,” she said. “As of now, Dr. Carver plans to place his adopted son, Jared Carver, in the Captain’s chair.”
“That thug!” a woman called angrily from the middle of the crowd.
“I have been a loud critic of Jared Carver from the beginning,” Selma said, “but I can tell you the rest of the elders tend to go along with the doctor. No one knows what will happen, but if any of you thought that Anne Mather’s methods were violent, I can’t imagine what life would be like under Jared Carver.”
“Damned if we do, damned if we don’t,” a man muttered.
“Now,” Selma said and waited for the crowd’s grumbling to diminish, “I’m afraid that we can only give you an hour or so to make this decision. Dr. Carver does not want to let go of this vessel. Our best chance to avoid bloodshed is to run before they can regroup.”
Seth looked at the faces around him, many of them crew members from the New Horizon. They looked scared and worried as they processed what Selma had told them, but they also looked determined and very brave. Good people, he thought. They’re going to make it.
Selma put her hand on Chris’s shoulder, and he smiled. He had a glint of mischief in his eyes that Seth liked. “Chris is going to take anyone who wants on a very quick tour of the Empyrean to look at repairs and to see the surviving ag and eco bays. And of course Arthur Dietrich, Kieran Alden, and I will be up here to answer any questions.”
The crowd moved forward, leaving Seth and Waverly a little more space. Seth could hear Kieran’s voice rising above the crowd as he tried to answer questions, but Seth was too tired to pay attention. Besides, he didn’t need to know any more.
“We’re going to the planet, right?” Seth said to Waverly, stroking her fingers with his thumb.
“Hell, yes,” she said.
They smiled at each other. She’d become the vibrant, beautiful girl he remembered from months before, the girl he’d only been able to watch from afar as she gave this ebullient smile to someone else. Now the smile was for him.
He lay back, letting himself drift off for a while, his consciousness floating on top of the murmurs from the crowd. He felt at peace. If I die now, I’ll go happy, he told himself.
“Oh my God,” someone said right next to him. He knew that voice.
“Maya!” he cried out. He tried to sit up, but he felt as though a boulder were holding him down. The steroids Dr. Jansen had given him were already wearing off. Maya smiled hugely. “What happened to you?” Seth asked her.
“I’ve been in the brig,” she said angrily. “They were keeping me there to manipulate Anthony.” She extended a hand to Waverly. “I’m Maya Draperton.”
“How do you two…,” Waverly asked, taken aback, and Seth realized Waverly knew next to nothing of what had happened to him for the last several weeks.
“Maya took me in when I first got to the New Horizon,” he explained.
“Your arm!” Maya cried out. His stump had slipped out from under his blanket. “My God! What happened?”
Seth had to shake his head. He couldn’t talk anymore. Waverly rushed to explain, “He got blood poisoning.”
“But you’re going to be okay?” Maya asked, looking between Waverly and Seth.
“Yes,” Waverly said firmly. “Are you staying on board?”
“Oh yes. You?”
“Definitely.” Waverly looked at Maya’s swollen belly, but she didn’t say anything about it.
“I guess I’ll see you both around,” Maya said as she rubbed Seth’s good shoulder. “I’ll come find you in the infirmary.”
Waverly looked around worriedly. “Have you seen Felicity?”
Seth could only shake his head.
Suddenly a loud ping sounded over the speakers as though a microphone had been dropped. With a shaky voice, Selma cried out, “Anthony? Get up here now!”
Seth caught a glimpse of Anthony, the doctor who had treated him on the New Horizon, as he ran onto the stage and bent to someone sitting in a chair. Seth craned his neck, but he had to lie back down right away. “What’s happening?” he asked Waverly.
“It’s Kieran,” she said, her eyes wide with fear.
Anthony called out, “I need to get him to the infirmary!”
The crowd divided as the man and three other people started to carry Kieran off the stage, but then Arthur rushed to whisper into the doctor’s ear. Anthony looked outraged. “What?”
Seth tried, but he couldn’t hear what Arthur was saying. “Go!” Seth said, pushing Waverly’s hand away. “Find out what’s going on.”
Waverly fought her way through the crowd and pulled on Arthur’s shirt, but the boy shook her off, his hands tearing through his hair. Then suddenly Anthony was pushing through the crowd, coming Seth’s way. “I need that shuttle!” he yelled. “Everyone clear away.”
Waverly came back to Seth, looking ashen. “There’s no infirmary here,” she said disbelievingly. “Arthur and Sarek tore it down.”
??
?Why?”
“I don’t know!”
“So…” Seth shook his head, uncomprehending.
“They have to take Kieran to the New Horizon.”
“But…” Seth caught a glimpse of Kieran’s face as Anthony and two other people carried him past. His skin looked green, and his eyes rolled in his head. Kieran’s mother stood to the side, her face pale as she stared with childlike dread at her son.
“Anthony!” Seth saw Maya rushing past to pull on Anthony’s arm. “You’re not leaving!”
“He’s going to die, Maya!” Anthony said as he backed up the shuttle ramp, Kieran’s ankles in his hands. “I need an operating room!”
“No!” Maya stamped her foot.
“I can’t just let him—” Anthony started to say.
“I’ll go.” Dr. Jansen stepped forward. “Anthony, you stay.”
Maya and Anthony looked at her, their faces long. “Miriam, we can’t ask you to—”
“You didn’t.” She jogged up the ramp and shouldered Anthony out of her way, taking hold of Kieran’s ankles.
“Miriam!” Selma rushed to Dr. Jansen. “What are you doing?”
“He needs a doctor to survive the journey,” Miriam said, but she looked so sad.
“But our plans!” Selma lifted a hand.
The two women looked long at each other, then Selma stroked the back of her finger along Dr. Jansen’s cheekbone.
“Please.” The word was spoken small-voiced by Kieran’s mother.
Dr. Jansen broke her gaze from Selma’s and started dragging Kieran up the ramp, shouting to the two men helping her, “Strap him here!”
Anthony knelt on the floor to secure Kieran, and the two traded medical terms, sounding to Seth as though they were speaking some foreign language.
Somehow a pilot was quickly found who wanted to go back to the New Horizon, along with a few other people who had already decided not to stay. At the last moment, Selma cried, “Wait!” and ran up the ramp as it started to close. Through the gap Seth could see Selma wrap her arms around Kieran’s doctor and kiss her. The shuttle ramp closed, and Seth felt himself being pushed away as the engines fired and the ship lifted off the floor to ease into the giant air lock.
The air-lock doors closed behind it.
And that was it. Kieran Alden was gone.
A falling sensation took hold of Seth, and when he gasped, he realized his lungs had filled with fluid again. The steroids had worn off already, and Dr. Jansen had told him another dose would be too risky.
“I won’t let them leave him,” Waverly said under her breath, and she rushed from Seth’s side, headed out of the shuttle bay.
Wait, he wanted to call after her, but he didn’t have the strength.
Anthony came to his side and put a cool palm against his forehead. “Miriam told me your condition.”
“Wave—” Seth said. He was in a panic, and he tried to get up. I can’t die without her. I can’t do this alone. “Please…”
“You’re not there yet, buddy,” Anthony said, his fingertips on Seth’s pulse. “You’ve got some time. We’ll get her back before…” He stopped there, letting Seth understand his meaning. One breath at a time, Seth thought and lay his head back on his pillow. One breath, and another, and another …
GOOD-BYES
“We’re not leaving him!” Waverly screamed as she entered Central Command. Sarek Hassan and his father were alone there, huddled over a com screen, staring at it with deep concern.
“Two shuttles,” Sarek said.
“Probably a lot of men,” his father muttered and put a hand on his son’s shoulder.
“They’re coming,” Sarek said to Waverly.
“Who?” Waverly asked, stepping forward.
“Is that Waverly Marshall?” A hateful voice filled the room, and she rushed to Sarek’s side. Dr. Carver sneered at her from Sarek’s com screen. “Did you think we’d just let you go?”
“What are you doing?” Waverly asked. Her voice sounded grated and papery, but she forced herself to take a deep breath. I’m not going to let him make me weak.
“We’re attacking, my dear. What did you think we were going to do?”
Waverly could tell from the background around him that he was transmitting from Central Command. She couldn’t see them, but there must be people all around, listening. She remembered what he’d said to her, about how she’d turned the tables on Anne Mather in her brief speech on the New Horizon all those months ago. She glared into his desiccated, scowling visage and said, “You’re a murderer.”
He shook his head, a patronizing smile on his lips as though she were nothing more than a mouthy kid. “You have no credibility, Waverly, after the way you lied in your testimony. Anne Mather was a godly woman, and you tried to destroy her.”
“You wanted me to,” Waverly said to him. “You got her out of the way and now you’re going to put your son in charge. That was your plan all along, wasn’t it?”
“Jared,” the doctor said with a flick of the wrist. Jared Carver appeared, leaning into the screen from behind the doctor. His features were puffy, and he looked like he was still drugged, but he scowled at Waverly with a fierceness that frightened her.
“You cooked your testimony up yourself, Waverly. You admitted it to me.” He pulled his small com unit from his pocket—the guards must have returned it to him—and he flicked a button. Waverly could hear her own voice coming out of it, and Jared sneered at her as it played. She looked dispassionately at his twisted features and wondered how she’d ever thought him handsome.
But that was her voice sounding out from his clever little device: “I lied during my testimony against Anne Mather,” she’d said. He turned the device off with a grim smile.
“You forced me to say that,” Waverly said. “You were going to kill me.”
“You’re the killer,” he snarled. “You almost overdosed me.”
“I was defending myself,” she said.
“You snuck up behind me and caught me unawares,” Jared said.
She was frustrated, and though she tried to hide it, she could see Jared smiling with satisfaction. He thought he had her. But then she got an idea. “My confession wasn’t coerced? Prove it. Play the whole recording right now.”
Jared’s features relaxed into a confounded pause. “I don’t—”
“It should all be there, right? The entire video file? I doubt you’ve had time to edit it. So play the whole thing for everyone in Central Command. Prove you didn’t coerce me.”
Jared glanced around him. Waverly wished she could see the faces he was looking at, but judging from his growing dread, she had him.
The doctor’s face appeared again, twisted with insensate rage. “We’re going to kill you” was all he said, then the screen winked off.
“We have to turn the ship,” Kahlil Hassan said quietly to his son.
The door to Central Command opened, and the man Chris walked in. “They’re sending shuttles?”
Sarek and his father nodded.
“We can’t leave Kieran!” Waverly said. She turned to Chris, and though she’d never met him in her life, she took hold of his hand in both of hers and pulled until he looked at her. “Kieran … he’s too important. We can’t leave him.”
“They’re launching OneMen,” Sarek called out. The screen he was watching showed a dozen OneMen leaving the two shuttles, all of them heading for different air locks all over the ship.
“Where are your guns?” Chris asked.
Sarek hid his face in his hands. “Only Kieran knows where they’re hidden.”
Everyone looked at him in horror as they absorbed this.
“Even if only two or three of them make it on board…,” Chris began. No one finished the thought for him.
“We can’t stop them,” Kahlil said. His tears frightened Waverly more than anything else so far. “We’ve got to run.”
“No!” Sarek said. “We can’t do that to Kieran!”
“Son
,” Kahlil said, taking both Sarek’s shoulders in his hands, “too many will die. We have no choice.”
Waverly stood in the middle of the room, hands at her sides, her mouth hanging open, useless. She said nothing. She knew it was true. They had to run.
Gently Kahlil pulled Sarek away from the controls. The boy went to sit in a chair off to the side, where he buried his face in his hands. Chris sat down in the pilot’s seat and engaged the shipwide intercom. “Attention! A New Horizon landing party is almost here. We’re about to punch the engines, so get ready for some serious inertia. Please lie down on the floor.” He set the message to loop and turned up the volume. “We’ve got about a minute before they get here.”
“Seth,” Waverly said under her breath. What would an increase in g-force do to him? She took off at a run back to the shuttle bay. Rather than wait for an elevator, she took the stairs, bounding down the steps two at a time with Chris’s voice in her ear.
“Twenty seconds…,” he said as she rounded the landing. She’d gone another two flights when he started the countdown. “Minus ten … nine…”
She reached the shuttle-bay level and sprinted down the corridor.
“… six … five…”
She slammed into the doors and pounded on the controls to open them.
The doors slid open. Dozens of people were lying on the floor, looking up at the ceiling, hands stretched to their sides in a surreal pose repeated over and over again. Where was Seth?
“… three … two…”
Waverly looked around frantically and spotted the doctor strapping Seth’s gurney to the wall.
She started running just as the engines engaged.
She hit the floor before she was aware her knees had buckled. She sucked in a chest full of air once, again, and then she tried to gain purchase on her hands and knees to crawl the rest of the way to Seth, but her arms were made of lead, and her spine sagged. She had to lie down. The force on her own body was enormous, making it hard to breathe, hard to think. What was this doing to Seth?
Her face pressed against the floor. She could feel the sharpness of her cheekbone digging into the metal beneath her, and the sensation finally broke through her numbness. She cried. Kieran Alden was left behind to face those evil people alone. Her mind ticked through all the possibilities, searching for a different choice, another way to save the ship and Kieran at once. But it wasn’t possible. Kieran wouldn’t have wanted them to risk any more lives. He’d want them to run. She knew it as well as she knew her own character.