Episode 19

The Blue Horizon is currently a week away Argeia, the newest member of the Planetary Alignment. Our flight from Earth is going smoothly, and since this is a new route for us, we're passing through a section of space not yet frequented by interstellar travel.

I cannot help but think about what we went through back on Earth while we were in Woodward, but it has been two and a half weeks and I think everyone is sleeping comfortably again. I find it highly unlikely that Samantha will tease Renny about his fear of storms anymore. We've all been through a lot, and although I feel embarrassed over my behavior during the storm, I feel awfully fortunate that none of us were seriously injured. I'm glad it’s over, but the citizens of Woodward have a long recovery ahead of them.

I received a call from Captain Kegawa a few days ago. His ship has been cleared for return to service, though it passed the safety inspection only barely. I don't know what use I could actually have for an aging ship like the Hidalgo Sun, but Rezo has promised his help should we ever need it.

I don't really have much to report at this time. Although we are in a new region of space, the flight itself is routine and has been thankfully quiet. Samantha's pulled out a load of movies she picked up in Tucson and the majority of them have actually been quite good. Of all the worlds in the PA, Earth seems to have surpassed all the others in movie-making, even if they have limited themselves to human actors. I think I noticed a few humans from Kantus in a couple of the films, but then again, Kantus has its own population of indigenous humans that developed separate from those on Earth.

Personally, I cannot tell a Terran human apart from a Kantan human, but Renny has informed me the only real differences are in their eye colors. The rest of their physiology has been proven almost identical, including blood types and genetic compatibility, causing years of scientific speculation on a possible shared origin.

It was the Kantan scientists who genetically developed the fur races around three hundred years ago, when mankind from Kantus spread out among the stars and they needed hardy settlers for the colonies they established on the worlds they discovered. Some of the distant colonies failed and others were forgotten until later generations rediscovered their altered brothers and sisters. There are no records of prior contact between Earth and Kantus, as the humans have been indigenous to both worlds for thousands of years. However, I digress…

There is an old interstellar television show that Lorelei has become hooked on lately. No matter who is watching a show or movie on the vidscreen, she's announced to everyone that she must watch The Golden Chef Challenge, which originates from Alexandrius. I've only watched it with her once, but from what I could tell, the main objective was a fancy cook-off between famous or prestigious chefs from all over the PA. Each show unveils a new specific ingredient the chefs must incorporate into their meals, which can sometimes border on the ludicrous. I don't know much more about the show that this, but Lori nearly started a fight with Samantha last week when the show came on while Sam was in the middle of a movie. Samantha finally let the rabbit have the vidscreen since Lori's show was broadcast live and Sam's was on a disc she could always come back to.

Maximillian has proven himself a fast learner in the engine room. Pockets praises him often for his efforts, and has even begun teaching him technical electronics. Max hasn’t quite gotten the hang of that yet, but he seems interested in learning new things.

I finished off the last novel of a mystery series I love yesterday and have no others to start in on, so I think I'll turn in for the night. I should have stocked up while back on Earth. I could use a good mystery right now.

Merlin Sinclair, Captain

“What is it, Sam?” the wolf asked wearily. He glanced at the digital clock on the far wall with groggy eyes. It was 03:45 hours.

“Twenty minutes ago the long-range scanners picked up what appears to be a large body of metal. The scans resemble a large ship.”

“I don't know. I can’t detect a beacon or any other transmissions from it.”

Several minutes later, Merlin strode onto the bridge rubbing his eyes with one hand, a cup of coffee in the other. He was dressed in a pair of jogging shorts and a short Oriental robe that Sparky had given him before they had departed Sillon. He yawned widely and wiped his eyes again. Samantha sat in the center seat, her hands on the guidance shifts as she fired maneuvering thrusters to bring the freighter softly to a stationary spot in the void of space. The center window had a clear view forward of the freighter, though nothing but stars could be seen through it. The left window's circuitry displayed sensor readings, and on the right was a computer rendering of the huge vessel they approached. They could not see the ship in the darkness of space and had to rely solely on instrumentation.

The most prominent feature of the ship was the giant flying wing configuration of the living module. A grid of huge pipes and structural beams extended aft from the wing's center nearly fifty meters, and ended in a pair of twin engine pods. The whole thing looked as if it were a stubby arrow piercing the void of space. There were no running lights or internal illumination. They approached the vessel from a higher vantage on the starboard and it was easy to see from the sensor readout that it was several times larger than the Blue Horizon.

“I'm getting weak power readings, but nothing else,” Sam told the wolf when he stopped at her left side.

“Without a beacon encoded with the ship's I.D, I have no way to trace it. I tried hailing the ship, rotating on all local frequencies, but there's been no reply.”

“I don't recognize the design,” Merlin said as he studied the huge arrow-shaped structure. He took a sip of his coffee and then set the cup on the station counter. “Any idea where it's from?”

The Border collie shook her head and answered, “No, but I have the computer checking the configuration now.”

Merlin leaned on the back of her chair and rested his chin on the top of her head. “How far are we from it?” he asked in a mutter.

Sam checked her readings. “We're holding approximately two kilometers away.”

“Bring us in closer,” Merlin said quietly. “About thirty meters… and drop us level with it.”

Merlin looked at her sideways with a smile. “If we can find an accessible airlock for the walkway,” he said, “we'll need to get even closer.”

“Ahh,” the Border collie mumbled as she moved the guidance shifts forward gently.

Merlin looked up at the right screen as the computer displayed the results of its search. He twitched an ear as he digested the sparse information. “Goldenrod-class, a long-range explorer from Earth,” he said. Samantha was busy guiding the Horizon in closer and could not look over at the readout. She merely nodded to acknowledge hearing him. “We still don't have an I.D. on the ship itself, but now that I think about it, I believe it's an early design that Earth was using when they developed their own version of LightDrive technology.”

“Look at the aft pods,” Sam said after a quick glance toward the screen display. “The output section definitely looks like it’s equipped with LightDrive engines.”

The Blue Horizon eased up closer to the darkened ship and the collision alarms bleated loudly in the small bridge. The captain quickly reached across Samantha's console and silenced the annoying sound. “We've got to get in closer,” he muttered.

“At least we know the alarm works,” Sam said with a lopsided smile. She glanced up at the sensor screen and spied the main hatch near the forward apex of the flying wing. “We're still seventy-five meters away. I'm swinging the ship around to align our hatch with theirs.”

The wolf smiled and moved quietly to the engineering station on the forward wall. Just as he sat down, the intercom beeped.

“What’s going on up there?” Pockets' excited voice came through the speaker. “I heard alarms!”

Merlin thumbed the call switch and leaned forward. “The sensors picked up the mass of what looks to be a large derelict ship. I'm having Samantha move us in close so we can check it out. If there's anyone on board, we'll need to give them assistance. If not, we'll claim salvage rights.”

Merlin smiled and winked back at Sam. “Okay, engineer, get your britches on and meet me down by Durant's office. We don't know if there's any air in that ship, so we'll have to use the suits.”

“Can’t you just send Moss over there to look around for us?” Samantha asked.

Merlin shook his head. “That would be handy, but it won’t work outside the boundary of the Horizon's VIP computer system. Pockets has talked about extending its range to fly outside the ship for things like this, but as far as I know, he’s not had the opportunity to pick up the circuits he needs.”

By the time Merlin and Pockets were totally enclosed in their soft pressure suits, most of the crew was awake and watching with interest. Durant and Tanis were in the cargo bay with the pair, helping to make sure all connections and seals were secure. It was standard procedure to have someone double check each suit before going out into a potentially harmful void or atmosphere, especially since these suits were not specifically tailored to the current Horizon crew. Pockets had found one fairly close to his size, but he complained that the tail pouch was not roomy enough for his plume.

Renny, Max and Cindy crowded onto the bridge to watch. The derelict ship was dark and hard to see on the backdrop of stars, so Samantha turned on the outside flood lamps and had the bridge lights down to minimum. The right-hand screen showed a sensor view of the ship.

“Okay, Durant,” Merlin's voice came over the Horizon's intercom speaker, where Samantha had routed the signal from his suit, “extend the tunnel.” His voice had a metallic quality as if the modulation was slightly out of sequence.

“Aye, boss.” The grizzly opened a large locker next to the main airlock and faced a control panel set up against the inner wall. He tapped a couple of buttons and a small screen came to life, showing the view at the end of the walkway. Durant wrapped his large hand around a black and red joystick and then angled it slightly forward. The vidscreen showed movement toward the other ship, and those on the cargo deck heard a mechanical ratcheting within the locker.

On the bridge, everyone watched the flexible rectangular tube extend toward the derelict on the main vidscreen. The tunnel was lit from within and glowed eerily, even in the flood lamps. Durant's aim was flawless as the far end of the tunnel softly came in contact with the other ship. He thumbed a large switch and the end of the extension adhered to the metal surface around the outer perimeter of the distant hatch.

Merlin walked toward the locker and gave Durant a thumbs-up sign. “Once we're in the tunnel,” the captain said, “seal the hatch behind us and then pressurize it to ship-normal. If there's a pressurized atmosphere within that ship, we don't want to destroy it getting in.”

Merlin moved past him and into a small airlock. Patch crammed himself in beside the captain, a set of common tools hanging from a utility belt connected to his suit. Durant shut the door behind them and then activated the pressurization controls. Tanis stepped up to the tiny window in the hatch and peered inside as a loud hiss sounded from the mechanisms.

“Tunnel pressurized, boss,” Durant said into the terminal's microphone moments later. The flexible sides of the walkway looked like solid sheets of metal now that it had pressure.

“Okay, I'm opening the hatch.” There was a slight clunk in the cargo bay. “We're going out, now.” After a brief pause, there was another clunk as the hatch closed behind them.

“Since the Horizon's designers did not equip the tunnel with artificial gravity,” Pockets' voice commented gleefully, “I'm a floatin' fool!”

“Probably blown out,” Samantha conjectured. “There's no glass, metal or shield over the opening. We missed seeing it on the sensors before.”

“Okay, thanks. We've arrived at the hatchway, but the controls to open it are inactive. Pockets is trying the manual release.” There was a quiet moment as everyone waited, and then Merlin spoke again. “There's an identification label affixed to the hatch door,” he said, “but it’s not written in Standard.”

“Turn on your visor camera, Captain,” Cindy said into the microphone. “I might be able to read it.” The mouse shifted her attention to the left vidscreen, which had just come to life with an image from the captain's tiny visor camera built into the top of his helmet.

“The door seal just separated, but we haven’t lost any of our air,” Pockets announced. “That means at least the airlock itself is still pressurized.”

Samantha looked over at Cindy and saw the mouse nod her head. She mumbled something to herself, but the station microphone picked up her words. “It would be written in a stylized form…” she said.

“Somewhat. It’s written in Japanese. The ship is called either the Walk Around, Back Walker, or the Back Hiker… something like that. I'm a bit rusty reading these characters.”

“KVN-92012,” Samantha repeated. “That doesn’t sound like a standard Planetary Alignment registry number, but I'll do a search on it anyway.”

“The hatch is opening,” Pockets said triumphantly. A slow creak came across the speakers with his voice. “Could use some lubricant. I don't think it is been used in quite a while.”

“Good job, Pockets,” Merlin said. “Okay, folks, we're going in. Durant, leave the tunnel in place for now.”

Durant and Tanis moved into the bear's office and the load master keyed into his terminal. “Samantha,” he said into the intercom, “can you connect me to the signal from the captain's visor camera?” The collie did not bother a verbal response, but Durant's vidscreen came to life with the images of the other ship's airlock.

Merlin floated into the small chamber and turned to face his engineer. Once they were both inside, it took the two of them to pull the hatch shut. Pockets struggled with the manual latch, but managed to get it secured. Merlin tried the internal controls for the inside airlock hatch, but it was also non-functional. Once again they had to manipulate a manual release, but this time they did not have to struggle with it. The airlock hatch swung out into a dark corridor, and as soon as Merlin stepped out in it, his foot became heavy and clumped to the deck.

“The gravity deck plates are still working,” the wolf said as he moved out of the way for Pockets to step into the passageway, “though they don't feel up to full strength.”

“This must be how it felt to Taro to walk around our ship,” Pockets said quietly of their Hestran friend.

“Captain,” Samantha's voice sounded in their helmet speakers, “I've found some information for the registry of this ship.”

“Okay, give me the data.” Merlin said as he swung the airlock door shut again and secured it. He turned and aimed his suit's forward lights toward the floor. A thin layer of ice crystals covered everything, likely due to moisture in the air. There was trash and other items scattered beneath their feet. Pockets knelt down to examine some of the papers, but he could not read the writing so he set them back down where he found them.

“Cindy was close on the translation. The name of the ship is the SS Walkabout, Terran Registry KVN-92012, antique Goldenrod-class, long-range exploration vessel. Her captain's name is listed as Shin Amamori. Her last filed flight plan was from Kitakyushu, Japan on Earth to Newport, Kantus, but it never arrived at its destination. Listed as missing.”

“Yes, sir. It lists the captain, fourteen human crew members and ten passengers of varying fur races.”

“That's twenty-five bodies we might find…” Merlin muttered with a deep frown. “Does it give a reason for the flight?

“The SS Walkabout is a replica of the SS Goldenrod, the first Terran ship equipped with an early type of LightDrive engine. They were retracing the route that originally took their explorers to Kantus, the first inhabited planet Earth had ever come in contact with besides their own. The Goldenrod was successful in its voyage, but the Walkabout never made it.”

Merlin checked the readings of a hand scanner that was strapped to his left arm and grunted. “We still have good atmospheric pressure in here, but the temperature is down to minus twelve Celsius. It's breathable, but very cold.”

Pockets shined his lights up and down the corridor and then pointed in one direction after studying something near the ceiling. “The bridge should be this way, one level up,” he said. “I think we're on the crew deck.”

Pockets shook his head inside his helmet and then realized Merlin could not see the action. “No,” he replied confidently. “I'll be all right.” He ambled down the dark passageway in the light gravity, his bobbing light creating strange shadows off of equipment panels along the walls and overhead pipes.

“Whatever you do,” Renny's voice sounded in their speakers, “don't go wandering after the ship's pet!”

Pockets stopped cold in his tracks and clenched his gloved fists. “Renny!” he exclaimed, “Don't do that to me! I had nightmares for a week after watching that show.”

Merlin snorted. “I should have Samantha skinned for bringing that disc on board.”

“I warned you that it was a scary movie,” Sam retorted. “I didn’t make any of you watch it.”

Merlin gave Pockets a small push and the raccoon resumed walking down the corridor. They passed several doors marked in the same Terran writing, but continued past them. There would be time for checking them out later. If they were fortunate, there might be a flight recorder on the bridge of this old ship to tell them what happened. The passageway made an angled turn to the left.

The engineer stopped and examined long dark marks on the side of the corridor. “It looks like blaster marks on some of the walls,” Pockets said uneasily. “I wonder if they had a mutiny.”

Merlin leaned close to a wall and held up his scanner toward a brownish stain on the carpeted floor. “Blood,” he said quietly. They continued along the corridor, finding more evidence of blaster fire. Pockets stopped a moment later at a standard airtight door on his right. “This should go up to the bridge,” he announced. An old-style gauge in the door made the engineer frown. “Air pressure behind this door is considerably low,” he said. He tried the manual release, but it was stiff. “Pressure on our side is making this tough.”

Merlin lent his strength on the circular wheel and it began to turn slowly. The rubberized seal around the hatch began to hiss as air from the corridor was sucked inside. By the time they got the panel opened completely, the pressure had equalized. Merlin shined his lamps into the opening at a set of metal steps leading upward. He wrapped his gloved fingers around a rail mounted to the wall and took the stairs slowly. Pockets moved in behind him and closed the hatch.

At the top of the steps was another hatch. This one had a thick glass window in a horizontal strip a foot long, and Merlin leaned forward until the bubble of his helmet touched it gently. He peered into the next room, but there was not much to see in the darkness beyond.

“I don't see any instrument lights through the window,” he said. “Not that I really expected any.”

“Just outside the airtight door,” Merlin replied. “We're going in now.” He reached for the door wheel and hesitated. “I'm going to do this slowly and let the air in the stairwell escape gradually, so the hatch does not explode outward.”

It took almost three minutes before Merlin could swing the door open into the bridge. He and Pockets stepped quietly into the large room and the engineer gave a small whistle at what he saw.

“What is it?” Samantha asked. “We can see your head lamps moving around through the bridge windows.”

“Nearly everything in here is scorched,” Pockets answered. “It looks like they must have had a tremendous fire boil up through here.”

“Most of the instrument panels are melted, though not completely through,” Merlin added. “They either extinguished it themselves, or the broken window sucked all the oxygen from the air before it spread to the rest of the ship.”

“The broken window, I would guess,” Pockets said. “The extinguishers are still in their mounts on the walls.”

“There's nobody here,” the captain replied to the medic as he walked over to what was left of the captain's chair. “Either everyone got out or no one was on the bridge at the time it blew.”

“Captain,” Pockets said quietly, “I can't tell where the fire originated.”

Merlin looked around, shining his lamps over the whole room. Everything was scorched and partially melted, but nothing looked as if it had actually exploded. Even the overhead pipes were intact.

“What about a flame thrower?” Renny ventured to ask. “They used flame throwers on the monster in Sam's movie.”

“Renny, would you stop already about the movie?” Pocket said irritably. “This place is starting to give me the willies.”

“Yeah, but a container of thermite will do the same thing,” the engineer retorted.

“Who would be carrying thermite?” Sam asked in a bored tone. “That's not a common item in a starship's supply cabinet. Then again, neither is a flame thrower.”

Merlin shook his head inside his helmet and sighed softly. “A container of anything volatile would leave behind signs of an explosion. There is none, here.”

“Well, I seriously doubt there are any slime-headed monsters prowling this ship,” Pockets huffed.

“Captain,” the raccoon said dryly, “Do I have permission to jettison Renny when we get back on board the Horizon?”

Pockets decided to ignore the rest of the conversation as his thoughts sorted out what he saw. He could not tell if the mess around them was entirely because of fire, or some struggle. He walked across the bridge to a wall access panel and pulled gently on the twin handles. It came loose fairly easily and he set the cover on the ground at his feet. “Captain,” he said, “the circuits don't look too bad.”

Merlin walked up behind him and peered into the recess in his lights. “Do you think you can restore power?” he asked.

“I dunno. That depends on the condition of the LC engines,” the engineer replied. “If they're okay, I could probably rig up something, but the fingers of these gloves are too large for delicate wiring work.”

Merlin walked over to the window port with the missing pane and said, “See if you can find a way to seal up this hole, Pockets. If you can do that, we can pump up the air pressure and heating in here so you can work in your coveralls.”

“I can probably vacuweld a plate of sealed metal over the opening,” Pockets replied.

“Okay, go ahead and get to that. I'm going to make my way to the engine room and see if there's any power down there.”

The wolf turned and headed for the hatch. “Durant,” he said to the other ship, “get everyone suited up and get over here. I want to do a sweep of the place for the… crew.”

“You're still on bridge watch, Sam,” Merlin reminded her. “You stay put.”

“Just keep an eye on all the sensor readings. Let us know if there are changes in anything.”

“I need you to work with Pockets. You can help him decipher labels on panels and diagrams.”

“I've never been in a pressure suit before,” the mouse replied. “Can I just wait until Pockets gets the ship pressurized again?”

“He'll need to read labels to see which controls to use to get that process started,” Merlin answered with a frown. “Otherwise he might jettison one of the engine pods while I'm in it when he's only just trying to turn on the heat. Durant will help you get suited up and instruct you on what to do.”

“I'm going back to the Horizon for my vacuum welding equipment,” Pockets announced. Merlin did not bother to answer and opened the hatch to the stairwell. The engineer followed him down to the main corridor and reversed their earlier processes with the airtight doors.

Merlin walked slowly through a maze of corridors, disoriented and unsure of the route to the long tunnel to the engine pods. He could not find any rhyme or reason to the layout of the vessel's floor plan and felt sure he had gotten himself lost in this huge ship. He tried a few doors which usually led to crew cabins or storage closets. Everything was marked with that curious Terran writing and none of it was familiar to him. Why does a member of the Planetary Alignment not label things on a starship in Standard, the accepted common language of the PA worlds? he thought to himself.

As his thoughts drifted back to his search, he came across a door equipped with an airlock. He smiled to himself, thinking he had found the way to the engine room, but it turned to a frown when he noticed the condition of the door. The control mechanism was scorched and the pressure wheel was bent, as if someone had tried to force their way inside. The panel was ajar slightly and Merlin cautiously eased it open. He shined his headlamps into the darkness and recognized the ship's galley. Burned chairs and tables were overturned and there were more scorch marks on the walls.

The wolf moved inside and worked his way through the room toward the kitchen. The only chair still standing was at the kitchen counter. Food wrappers and other trash littered the floor. Dirty dishes filled the sink and out onto the adjacent counters. Out of curiosity, Merlin opened the large refrigerator door. A puff of cold vapor escaped out into the room and he peered inside. There did not seem to be much food inside, certainly not enough to sustain twenty-five individuals on the flight between Earth and Kantus. He closed the door with thoughts of wonder and he moved next to the dry-goods pantry. As with the refrigerator, there did not seem to be a great deal of food inside. Years of space flight experience told Merlin that the food stores he saw might sustain a single person for a week or two.

He shook his head and idly wondered at the competence of the ship's supply officer. Realizing that he had spent too much time blindly wandering the corridors, the captain moved back out to the main hallway to look for the way to the engine room. With only his headlamps to provide illumination, it would be easy to miss clues to what happened.

Pockets stepped back away from the window and nodded to himself. He set his vacuum welding equipment on the remains of a bridge chair and lowered his chin onto a tiny lever within his helmet to speak into a condenser microphone near his lips

“Sam?” the engineer asked. “Has there been any word from the captain about the engine room?”

“No, Pockets,” the Border collie replied. “I've been watching his progress from his visor cameras. He's on Com channel one, but he's been quiet as he's looked around.”

“I'm not sure, but it looks like he's floating down a long, dark tunnel. He went through an airlock a few minutes ago.”

“Floating?” the raccoon mused. “He must be in the access leading back to the engine pods. I wouldn't think they would bother with gravity deck plates along that route.”

“I've just sealed up the window, Sam,” Pockets replied as he admired his handiwork. “If Cindy ever makes it up here to the bridge, she can help me identify the controls to bring up the air pressure – providing there's power from the engines to work the controls.”

There was a pause and a few static clicks in the engineer's helmet speakers and then the captain's voice came in clearly as Samantha patched in the two Com channels.

“I've reached the hatch to the engine room,” he said. “I can feel a low, pulsing vibration in the deck through my boots. Something's still operating in there, so perhaps there's hope for this crate.”

The raccoon nodded to himself at the news. “This is Pockets, Captain,” he said. “How's the air back there?”

“There are no ice crystals on anything, and my hand scanner shows… air pressure is ship-normal and the mixture seems to be good. Temperature is only thirty-eight, however. I'm halfway tempted to open my faceplate to test the freshness of the air, but I won't be that careless just yet.”

“Not a good idea,” Sam's voice said. “The air may not be that healthy once you get inside the engine room.”

“Put your helmet up against the hatch and tell me what you hear,” Pockets suggested.

There was a soft clunk in the speakers and then the captain replied, “I hear a low hum, the same pulsing I feel in my feet, and other sounds I can't quite make out.”

Maximillian Sinclair opened a cabin door and peered in with a lump in his throat. The German shepherd youth was inexperienced in exploration, and the stories he had heard of derelict ships had him unnerved and afraid of what he might find. His pressure suit fit him okay, but the cold, oxygen-nitrogen mixture inside the helmet was irritating his sinuses and giving him a headache. He also felt a little claustrophobic inside the suit, but he was not about to let uncle Merlin know he could not handle it. The captain's opinion meant a lot to him and he always felt ecstatic whenever the wolf praised him for something.

He moved inside the crew cabin and shined his light across the furniture, making sure not to miss the floor as Durant had shown him. If there was anyone still on board the dark vessel, that's where they would be. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on the point of view, no one had yet to find anything of the original crew or passengers. The Walkabout appeared to be deserted.

What happened to them? Max wondered silently as he gazed at the framed photos of a human's family or friends. Did they leave, or were they taken by someone… or something?

He walked through the room to the head and as he turned the corner, his air tank brushed against a lamp and knocked it off its bedside table. It crashed to the floor and Maximillian jumped with a frightened yelp. As he turned to look at the cause of the noise, Renny's voice crackled in his helmet speaker.

“I'm okay,” the canine youth replied. “I just knocked a lamp off a table. It startled me.”

“There's lotsa stuff all over the floors. Looks like there was a lot of fighting.”

“I'm not joking this time,” Renny said, “but it really does look like someone used a flame-thrower.”

“Yes, it is,” Durant's voice answered. “Pockets? Any luck restoring power?”

“Not to the controls I really need,” the engineer replied. “Cindy's helped me find the right circuits, but I'm afraid these things are fried beyond use.”

“Yeah… control panels, access panels, instrument panels, transfer conduits…”

“It means that whoever did the damage was not firing randomly,” the desert fox replied. “It's as if they were trying to knock out all power routes.”

The Com channel went quiet as everyone mulled over the implications, but after a moment Renny voiced a question.

“Do you think they were trying to cut off all power to the bridge?” he asked.

The canine youth tried to back out of the head, but his feet would not move. “I… f-f-found someone…” he stammered.

Merlin opened the door to the engine room very slowly. It swung out into the passageway and a dull orange light filtered out across him. He could instantly hear the power rumbling from the engines inside. The ship was stationary, but there was power aplenty inside.

He checked his scanner. “There's a lot of interference in here for the scanner,” he mumbled. “The micronite shielding must be pretty thin.”

“Captain?” Pockets' voice sounded in his helmet speakers interlaced with static.

“I found the flight recorder,” he replied. “The thing got a full blast of whatever scorched the inside of the bridge.”

Merlin was silent for a moment while he turned off his useless scanner and hung it from a loop strap on his utility belt. “Okay, Pockets. See what you can do with the other controls. I hope to see if I can route some power to you shortly.”

“Sam, have the others try to locate the captain's quarters. There may be a written logbook somewhere. I’m not the only one to keep a journal. Ship’s captains have kept them for centuries.”

Merlin nodded silently and then moved into the orange light of the engine room. The walls were high and just about every square inch of them were covered in gauges, dials, switches, buttons and other displays. There was barely enough room for him to move in the narrow corridor in the bulk of his pressure suit, but there was no gravity here as well, which made it simpler to find routes around the equipment.

He was no engineer, but he knew enough about starships to recognize the functions of most of what he saw. He studied a few of the gauges, but without knowing how to decipher the Terran text, he did not know what it was reading. He picked up his scanner again, but it was useless in this environment. He could not even get a temperature reading.

The narrow walls ended as the captain moved out into the roomier interior of the area. Metal stair rungs mounted on the walls went in every direction, obviously to help free-floating personnel pull themselves around the room. Orange glow panels mounted in the walls provided the illumination he saw. He also saw bits of paper and food wrappings floating about in invisible rivers of air current.

Merlin pulled himself to the center of the room and looked around. He had already lost his bearings on which way were up in relation to the rest of the ship. The engine room was disorienting and he suddenly wished he had Pockets down here with him. He really had no idea where to start looking to transfer the readily available power to the bridge.

“Captain?” Samantha's voice sounded with static in his speakers. “I have two things to report.”

“Max says he's found a body, but he does not know how to tell anyone where he is.”

“I can understand that,” the wolf replied, looking around the unfamiliar room. “Can Max identify a name tag or anything else on the body to show who it might –”

“Merlin,” Sam's voice said softly, “the boy's scared out of his wits. I don't think he's ever seen death like this before. I think it might be asking too much to have him search the body.”

The captain bit his bottom lip. He should not have had Maximillian join the search party, and it had never occurred to him. “Yes, of course. You're right. Tell Max to wait outside in the corridor from whatever room he's in. Have the others look for him so someone else can check out the body.”

“What was your second report?” he asked. Samantha quickly filled him in on Tanis' assessment of the pattern of fire he had discovered and the wolf's frown grew.

“If all the power conduits and panels have been specifically targeted, there may not be a way to restore power to the rest of the ship without an extensive overhaul of the systems.”

“Captain, with our delivery schedule, we won't have time for anything like that. We're not a rescue ship.”

“Yeah, you are right again, Sam,” Merlin said. “How much time can we spend to search through the rest of the ship? We're going to have to file a report with the SPF on finding the Walkabout, and we'll have to give them some information.”

“We can probably spare another eight hours at the most, Captain. After that, we'll have to increase our cruising speed to make up the difference in our flight schedule.”

As the wolf waited for the connection, Merlin thought he saw movement among the shadows across the room. He pushed away from the metal ladder he had clung to and crossed the room swiftly. Before he got to the other side, however, Pockets' crackling connection filled his helmet.

“Captain,” the raccoon reported, “there's nothing more I can do up here on the bridge without power.”

Merlin snared a support beam as he approached a bulkhead and then stopped his momentum with a clunk against the wall. “Has Samantha filled you in on Tanis' discovery?”

“Yeah, I was listening in on them when he told her about it. It doesn't look like we're going to get the systems on this crate working again, Captain.”

“I understand,” the wolf replied. “Listen, do you think you can rig up a makeshift guidance system back here in the engine room? We can't rely on connections to anything you might install on the bridge.”

“I don't have anything like that in my stores, I'm afraid. The spare system for the Horizon requires the VIP computer system we have on board. I seriously doubt it would be compatible with the Walkabout's antique diagnostic computer down there.”

Merlin mulled this over as he glanced around the room. A moment later he said, “Each crew compartment of the new Horizon doubles as an escape pod in the event of an emergency. Doesn't each one have their own guidance system?”

“Now that you mention it, yes. They're small and self-contained, designed to get the pods away from the ship in a hurry, and possibly get it to some nearby planet to be picked up.”

“Take one from an unoccupied cabin and see if you can rig it up down here,” Merlin said with a smile to himself.

“I want to fire the engines to move the ship closer to regular PA traffic so the SPF can pick it up. All we need is for the engines to push it to coordinates Renny will calculate. We can also set up a beacon so it can be found again.”

“How long do you think it will take? We only have eight hours before we have to get back on schedule toward Argeia.”

The Com channel went silent as Samantha switched the engineer back into the verbal traffic of the rest of the crew. Merlin looked around the room once more to reorient himself to his position. He pushed off from the wall into the direction of where he thought the main hatch out of the engine pods to be and noticed the orange light in the room suddenly grow brighter. He twisted his body to turn in the air and gasped at a large jet of flame shooting toward him.

Max stood out in the corridor, across from the doorway into the room where he had found the body. He trembled and wished fervently someone else from the Blue Horizon would show up soon. At first, the youth had been thrilled to be included in the search party. He had thought of the whole thing as an adventure until he came face to face with the reason for the search.

The boy closed his eyes, but the image inside the room would not go away. He heard a noise in the corridor and looked up to see one of the Blue Horizon pressure suits moving toward him from a junction in the passage. Max managed a smile at the face that peered at him from inside the helmet.

“I found Max,” the medic announced over the Com channel. He looked concerned at the boy and asked, “Ya going to be okay?”

“Look up on the wall near the ceiling,” Renny spoke up. “You will see a small set of three numbers separated by dashes every few meters. The lower the first number is, the closer you are to the nose of the ship. The second number indicates the deck -”One” being the top level where the bridge is located. The last number starts with either a zero or a one. A number starting with a zero indicates you are on the port side of center and the following number shows you how many bulkheads you are away from the same center of the ship. Likewise, a number starting with a one shows you are on the starboard side.”

“I found a tech manual a little while ago written in Standard,” the navigator answered. “It was burned pretty badly. I learned that much from the few pages still intact.”

“I have a photographic memory,” he reminded her. “I remember everything I read.”

Tanis shined his lamp up toward the ceiling and spied a label with the numbers Renny mentioned. It was printed on a reflective background and the desert fox had to shift his position to read it. “I see it. We're at 17-2-05,” he told them. “I'm going into Max's room now.”

“You want to wait until one of us gets there to go in with you?” Durant asked.

“Not necessary,” the medic replied. “I've seen bodies enough on Nalirra, not to mention those in Woodward. All the rest of ya can go on trying to find the captain's quarters for a logbook while I take a look at this person.”

Tanis put a hand on the canine's shoulder. “Ya can wait out here if ya want,” he said softly, “or ya can go on to search other rooms.”

Max looked at him through his visor in the dark corridor and shook his head. “I don't want to look for anymore bodies, Tanis. I don't.”

“I don't blame ya, Max. Okay, ya stay out here while I check out yer friend in there.”

“Actually,” Samantha said into their helmet speakers, “Pockets needs your help, Max. The captain has a better assignment for you that doesn't include looking for anyone else.”

Tanis turned toward the room Max had previously entered, but he glanced back at the canine. “Ya want me to go with ya back to the main hatch?” he asked.

Max felt better at getting a new task and it showed in his eyes. “No, I think I can find my way back.”

“Okay. Just remember what Renny said about the bulkhead numbers,” the medic told him. “The main hatch should be at 0-2-0. It's on this level, all the way forward.”

“Yer welcome,” the tan fox said. Max headed up the corridor and Tanis moved back inside the room. He glanced around the room and did not see the body, so he assumed it must be in the head. Max had neglected to mention where it was. He stepped around the broken lamp the boy had knocked off the table and entered the other room. He had expected to find a charred corpse from the evidence throughout the Walkabout, but that was not the case here.

The body of a blonde human woman lay half out of the bathtub, her naked flesh covered in ice crystals. Her face, a frozen mask of terror, lay on the floor next to the toilet, her head turned to the side and her grey eyes open. Broken shower rings littered the floor from when she had fallen through the plastic curtain.

The medic knelt as much as his pressure suit would allow and took a closer look. He counted eight nasty-looking stab wounds across her back, shoulders and neck, and from the blood stain on the floor beneath her, he assumed there were more across her chest.

“That's a bad way to die,” Samantha's voice whispered in his ears. Tanis frowned and stood up.

“I've been switching back and forth between everyone's frequencies,” she replied. “Don't worry,” she added, “I had already prepared myself to see bodies if someone found any.”

“Well, this is only the first,” he said quietly as he moved back out into the bedroom. He wanted to see if he could find some identification for the woman. “There's got to be another twenty-four of them somewhere on this ship. Has anyone else found anything?”

“Not yet. Durant and Lori are down on the third deck. Renny and Cindy are on the same level with you are and Pockets and Max are on their way back to the Horizon.”

Tanis picked up a few items from a dresser drawer and looked them over. “Sam,” the fox said in a stronger voice. “I've found the woman's identification. Her name was Mrs. Tracy King, and she was a Historian from Atlanta, Georgia on Earth.” Tanis flipped through some papers and continued, “Her travel voucher says she was part of the team retracing the original historic flight of the SS Goldenrod, but had plans to meet up with her brother once the ship reached Kantus.”

“Yeah, her name's on the passenger list. Does it give the brother's name?”

“I see photos of her with a man, but I don't know if that was a husband or her brother,” he replied as he picked up a photo from the bed stand. “I don't see anything listed about her traveling with anyone, and this is a single-occupant cabin.”

He fell silent while he looked around the room some more, but found nothing else of interest. “Have ya heard from the captain?” Tanis asked idly.

“At last report, he was heading out of the engine room. He gave Pockets an assignment and he was returning to the main area of the ship. I'm checking his camera now.”

Merlin Sinclair twisted his body as quickly as his floating form could move, but the intense flames reached him before he could get out of the way. Searing heat licked at his back and the thrust of the flames pushed him across the room. The pressure suit was made of flame resistant material, but the wolf knew it would only hold out under such fire for so long. He outstretched his hands to cushion his blow against a support beam, but he caught it at an oblique angle that made him start to spin.

He glanced down at his waist, where the scanner was on fire. He batted at it frantically, but the device remained in flames. He snatched it from his utility belt and flung it away. It resembled a burning meteor as it bounced off a panel of gauges in a shower of sparks and then floated beyond view down another passage.

He had not seen where the flames had originated from, but he had no delusions about malfunctioning equipment or phantoms of the dead crew. Someone was alive and meant to kill him. Another jet of fire shot out across the large room toward him, but his accidental spin saved him from another roasting. Merlin wobbled into a bulkhead and a randomly outstretched hand snagged on an instrumental panel lever. He grabbed onto it and his helmet slammed hard into the corner of a work station. A spider-web crack spread across the visor and Merlin gasped with wide eyes. Fortunately for him, the engine room was pressurized with an atmosphere or the bubble might have exploded out into the room. The captain of the Blue Horizon pulled himself into a side alcove that looked to be a zero-gee break room and he reached down to turn off his oxygen flow. No need to waste my air now that I can't keep it in my suit, he mused quietly.

He looked around in the orange light to see if there might be anything he could use against his attacker and found only a butter knife, a large plastic serving platter and a mirror. He cursed himself silently for not arming himself before coming on board the derelict vessel. He had assumed it would be safe, and not once had it occurred to him to bring along any of the Binfurr firearms from the Horizon. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone screaming out in rage. His assailant.

Merlin curled his fingers around the handle of the mirror and then edged it close to the boundary of his alcove. He wanted to use it to see around the corner, but his helmet would not let him get close enough to it to see. He tried to disconnect and flip up his faceplate, but the crack had become jagged and would not allow the bubble to recess back into the helmet. With a silent sigh to himself, he unfastened the helmet and removed it altogether. He could not use it now in its present condition anyway and let it float in the air behind him. This done, he inched back to the corner with the mirror.

Durant was tired and bored. The search had been fruitless with the exception of the one body Max had discovered, and the ship was so antique that its rooms and signs written in an unreadable language were unexciting to him. He and Lorelei had looked through just about every door on the cargo level of the ship without finding any of the Walkabout's crew.

The bear found a large crate in the hold to sit on and rested his bulk on top of it. He idly read the contents label written in Standard, as was his habit as the Blue Horizon's load master, but there was nothing interesting listed inside the container. All around him were boxes of items like decontamination units, cold weather clothing, pressure suits and artificial cheese food. Lori was across the dark room, looking through wall lockers. She had been quiet the past half hour – a blessing to Durant. She had chattered away almost non-stop since they had teamed up on this level, but the severity of the situation had finally subdued the white rabbit.

“No,” the cook replied as she settled on the box beside him. “Nothing but camping equipment crammed in the lockers. It doesn't even look like they were stored in there very well, especially the tents.”

“Tents?” Durant repeated. He glanced down at the crate he sat on top of and reread the contents label. 14'x14' tent, olive drab green. Seven (7) each. Box one of twelve.

The load master got to his feet slowly and motioned for Lori to get up. “What is it?” she asked.

Durant bent over and flipped up three clasps that held the top closed. The locks were not engaged. He swallowed quietly, lifted up the lid, and they both peered inside.

Merlin's lip curled up into a snarl when a jet of flame blasted the mirror from his hand. His glove resisted destruction, but it became super hot and the sheer force of the surge almost propelled him out into the engine room. His other hand held tight against a table leg that was mounted to the wall, and he pulled himself back into the alcove a heartbeat before a second stream of fire shot through the place he had just occupied.

He glanced quickly toward his blackened glove to make sure he still had his fingers, but the pain in them was enough to know they still existed. That burst had been too close. His assailant had apparently followed him across the room.

The flames had hit the mirror only a couple heartbeats after he had pushed the edge of it around the corner, but he had already caught sight of the would-be assassin. It was a thin, bearded human with long black hair that floated wildly in the absence of gravity. He was dressed in a white tee shirt and a pair of blue sweatpants. The short glimpse showed Merlin enough, however. The look in the man's eyes told him instantly there would be no reasoning with him.

The wolf was cornered in the alcove and his attacker was closing in on his position. He looked around again to see if there was anything he missed and his eyes singled out an item he had passed over earlier. He snared his floating helmet out of the air and put it back on despite the cracked bubble, and snapped the connections in place. Then he reached up to the wall and removed a fire extinguisher mounted over a built-in grill. He pulled the safety pin and then eased himself closer to the opening of the alcove.

Despite the dim lighting in the engine room, he detected a faint shadow on the far wall. It was too vague to give him any much more than an outline, but it told him what he needed to know. He raised the nozzle of the extinguisher before him and then locked a foot around the leg of a table. It was only a moment later when he saw a few random strands of long black hair drift into view.

Merlin counted to three and then squeezed the handle. A jet of white powder shot out from the nozzle and caught the man full in the face just as he peered around the corner. The human sputtered, shrieking foreign words as the force of the extinguisher pushed him out into the open and he almost lost his grip on the device he had been using as a flame-thrower. Merlin recognized it instantly as a decontamination flame-gun to use on bacterial areas of a ship after setting down in an alien environment. It was not meant to be used at such a high level of expulsion, but he rightly assumed the tool had been modified.

The captain of the Blue Horizon did not waste any time. He unhooked his foot from the table and aimed the extinguisher into the back of the alcove. He got plenty of thrust and the wolf shot out of the break-room toward the human who still shouted obscenities from the powder in his eyes.

The man could not see, but he heard the hollow whoosh of the extinguisher and knew instantly he was in trouble. He swung the flame-thrower up and fired off a searing blaze that missed the wolf by a foot. He gripped the trigger tightly and began fanning the area around him with intense flames.

Merlin's inertia brought him within a few feet of the man, but the wild flailing of fire nearly hit him several times. He hurled his spent extinguisher at the man and it hit him on the right shoulder. He let out a cry of pain and the flames died when his fingers reflexively lost their grip. Still blinded by the powder, he wiped at his face frantically.

Merlin tried to get in closer to grab the flame-thrower, but the human's sight partially cleared just as his gloved hand closed around the barrel of the device. The man howled and squeezed the trigger again, nearly setting Merlin's helmet ablaze. The flames licked greedily at the wolf's helmet and a small tongue of fire penetrated the crack, singing the fur on his nose.

Merlin yelped in pain and quickly used his grip on the barrel as leverage to bring his legs around and kick the man in the knees. He had tried to get him in the gut, but the pressure suit limited such movement. However, it was enough to stop the blaze once more. The captain wrenched the flame-thrower back and forth, but the human held on tightly.

For a moment, their grappling brought them up face to face and for the first time the man saw the face inside the suit. His eyes widened tremendously and his mouth opened in a scream of mortal terror at the sight of the creature within. He began to thrash about violently and started to pound at the wolf's chest as if Merlin were a wild beast bent on tearing out his throat.

The action confused Merlin, but he saw insanity in the man's eyes. Without a second thought, the wolf hit him in the face with a gloved fist several times in rapid succession. The wild man's head rocked back with the blows, but despite the pummeling, the man retained his grip on the flame-thrower; with desperate strength, he wrenched it free of Merlin's hands. Thrown off balance, The wolf floated backward but tried hard to swim back toward him.

Merlin and the man both turned to look toward the new voice. The man ground his teeth together and shouted something in his language at the sight of three more suited figures floating toward them. He swung the nozzle of his flame-thrower toward the newcomers and the wolf lunged as well as he could toward him.

“Look out!” Merlin shouted. He could not tell which of his crewmates had joined them, though he had recognized the voice of Pockets. The trio scattered a second before the jet of flame passed through the area between them; the human screamed in frustrated rage.

Merlin was unable to swim in the air fast enough to get to the man. Since they were inside a vessel instead of the vacuum of space, they had not equipped their pressure suits with maneuvering jets, and being out in the open away from anything to push off from, the wolf could do little more than swim in place. Each time the man fired his flame-thrower, its counter-thrust pushed him further out of the lupine captain's reach.

“Merlin, are you all right?” Renny called out from behind a bulkhead. The wolf briefly wondered why the cheetah's voice did not sound in his helmet speakers, but he did not have time to think about it very long. The human fanned the air with flames and Merlin managed a tuck-and-roll that flipped him out of the way before taking the brunt of the attack once more.

He opened his faceplate as far as it could go and shouted back, “I'm okay, guys!”

By luck, he managed to float close enough to an instrument panel to hide behind just as a blaze seared the controls. A warning klaxon sounded out and the engine room fire-suppressant system activated. Sticky white powder shot out of nozzles all over the room and it incensed the man further.

Captain Amamori? Merlin mused to himself. Pockets must have seen a photo of the man somewhere in the ship. He looked around him, searching for anything he could use as a weapon. Despite the powdery suppressant filling the air of the zero-gee room, Amamori continued to shoot flames toward each of the intruders into his domain. It was unlikely anyone would be able to get near him until his fuel ran out, and there was no assurance that he did not have more stashed around the room in reserve.

The klaxons continued to sound and a large power unit mounted to a wall suddenly exploded in a shower of sparks and debris. The fire had apparently gotten to something volatile before the suppressant was able to douse the flames. Amamori cried out as bits of metal and plastic shrapnel pelted him and he suddenly released the flame-thrower. The device drifted away from the man as his body jerked in spasms.

Merlin looked out through the white, hazy air and swallowed hard at what he saw. A long and thin piece of twisted metal was embedded in the middle of Amamori's forehead. The human's mouth opened and closed slowly like a fish out of water. Before the wolf could force himself to look away, Amamori stopped moving.

Captain Sinclair pushed off from the instrument panel toward his medic's voice. A moment later two sets of hands grabbed hold of his suit. Before anyone could say another word, another equipment panel exploded and the fire klaxon changed pitch and pattern.

“Uh, oh, that's done it,” Pocket said. “We've got to get off this ship ASAP!”

“No time!” the raccoon replied sternly. “That new alarm is the call for Abandon Ship.”

Renny moved up behind them and started to speak into his headset. “Samantha,” he said in a rushed voice. “Recall everyone back to the Horizon and get the ship ready to take off in a hurry!”

“What happened?” Durant's voice sounded as the foursome made their way back toward the engine room hatch. “Did you find the Captain?”

“We did. No time to explain, but the Walkabout engine room is on fire and out of control!”

“This is Samantha,” the Border collie's voice announced over everyone's headset on all frequencies. “This is an emergency! Everyone get back to the Horizon pronto! The Walkabout is on fire! I repeat, get back to the Blue Horizon, now!”

Merlin could hear Sam's announcement from his crewmates' helmets. “My headset must have been smashed when I hit my head,” he said dryly.

Pocket reached the engine room hatch and opened it as the others came up behind him.

“Yeah, we've been trying to reach ya,” Tanis said to the captain. “Lori and Durant found the rest of the bodies in the hold, and Cindy found a photo of Captain Amamori in one of the cabins. His body was not among those in the crates.”

“What about the captain's journal?” Merlin asked as they propelled themselves into the long tunnel that would take them to the main body of the ship.

“Have not found it,” the fox replied. “That wild man back there resembles Amamori in the photo Cindy found, so I would bet he had his journal with him in there.”

“Pockets, do you think there's a way we can jettison the air from the engine room to smother the fire?” Merlin asked his engineer. “We still don't know what happened here, and that journal may be the only clue.”

Pockets turned to reply, but as he opened his mouth, they heard a deep, muffled boom and the whole ship shook around them.

“I dunno, but the Walkabout shook and the tunnel between the ships buckled!”

“That's an air leak, Max,” Pockets said with a frown. “Make sure your suit is secure, your helmet is sealed, and get back to the Horizon.”

“Close the airlock after each person who comes back on board. If that tunnel collapses…”

Pockets looked at Merlin and said, “I know the journal's important, but something big just blew up back there. I doubt we'd have time to vent the air back there and find it.”

The wolf nodded. “All right, it'll have to remain a mystery. Let's get out of here.” His breath was getting cold and it fogged the inside of his helmet.

“Captain,” Renny said as they continued to pull themselves along the long corridor. “If the tunnel is losing air, how are you going to get back to the ship? Your helmet is badly cracked. You also have a burn melt-through on the back of your right leg.”

Pockets reached inside his utility pouch and pulled out a roll of the most universal repair material in the cosmos: duct tape. As a mechanic, Pockets had long believed that duct tape was Earth's greatest contribution to the galaxy and he always carried it with him everywhere he went.

Renny grinned at the raccoon's resourcefulness and took the roll from him. As they neared the hatch to the main section of the ship, he began to tear off strips and apply it over the cracks in the captain's helmet.

“It may not be completely space worthy,” he said, “but it should hold your air in long enough to get you back to the Horizon still breathing.”

Merlin nodded without saying a word and turned his oxygen flow back on. He felt worn out, but welcomed the familiar sense of gravity when they moved out of the tunnel into the Walkabout's aft corridor. They may be weighted down by their pressure suits, but the wolf was fairly certain he could run in it faster than they could float in zero-gee.

“You can tape up my leg when we get up to the main hatch,” he told the cheetah. “I want to get away from here before the engine room goes completely and takes the rest of the ship with it.”

“Okay, let's go, then!” Renny said. In single file, the foursome began trotting as fast as their suits would let them. The navigator had memorized the route and led them through the labyrinth of corridors quickly. Moments later, they arrived at the main hatch. Merlin was exhausted. Fighting in a suit in zero-gee had taken more out of him than he had thought, and he was wheezing from the fire suppressant that had gotten into his helmet. He leaned against the wall as Pockets operated the mechanism for the hatch and Renny knelt to bind up the tear in the captain's suit.

“Samantha confirms that everyone else got off the ship,” Tanis said to Merlin. “We're the only ones still here.”

Pockets looked down at Renny. “Is his suit secure?” he asked. “I'm about to open the hatch.”

“I've taped up all cracks and tears I can find,” he replied. “The captain's good to go.”

Pockets opened the door and immediately they saw a tear open up in the metallic fabric of the access tunnel. Without preamble, he took Merlin's arm and pulled him out away from the ship's gravity again. He and Renny pushed the wolf along before them and Tanis brought up the rear.

“Durant” Pockets said into his headset, “Merlin's suit is ripped and his helmet is cracked, but we've got him taped up. I don't know how long the makeshift seal will last, so Tanis is taking him into the airlock first. Renny and I will wait our turn.”

“Go ahead and release the tunnel from the other ship.” Durant did not reply, but they felt a thunk in the sides of the tunnel as the far end's magnetic seal deactivated and the remaining air vented as shimmering crystals. Merlin moved inside the airlock hatch and Pockets shut the door behind him.

“Okay, they're inside the hatch,” Pockets announced. Although they could not hear anything in the vacuum, the remaining pair saw Tanis' thumbs-up through the small view port to indicate pressurization.

There was a bright flash of light outside the tunnel. “Another explosion from the engine section!” Samantha exclaimed in their headsets. “Oh no! Guys, hang on tight to the tunnel! I've got to move the ship fast!”

Pockets and Renny barely had time to grab onto the slack sides of the tunnel before they felt the Blue Horizon move. Renny glanced behind him and saw the open hatch of the Walkabout suddenly lunge toward them, crumpling up the far end of the tunnel in the process. He gasped and drew himself up as close to the blue saucer as he could, but it looked like the explosion that propelled the derelict vessel forward was going to crush the two of them between the ships.

Suddenly the Blue Horizon tilted upward and surged forward to slip over the top of the Walkabout. Pockets closed his eyes as he held on tight. The sudden motion pulled the flexible tunnel down over them and Renny managed a quick glimpse at the burning ship before the Horizon sped away.

“Barely,” Pockets managed to reply against the sudden thrust of the ship. “But I don't know how much longer we can hold on, Sam!”

“You've got to, boys,” Cindy said into the line. “We don't want to get caught in the explosion!”

No sooner had she spoken that the suited males saw a brilliant white flash, but because of their entanglement in the remnants of the tunnel they did not actually see the replica exploration ship tear itself apart in a magnificent fireball. The flames billowed out rapidly, but then dissipated in the vacuum as the shockwave expanded out away from it.

“Hold on just a little longer,” Merlin's voice said. “We have to get far enough away from the blast before we can let you guys inside.”

“H-hurry,” Pockets pleaded. “The tunnel's about to t-tear away from the ship with our mass weighting it back against your thrust!”

“Hold on,” Samantha said, “I'm going to slow the ship, but spin our axis so the bulk of the Horizon shields you from the shockwave.”

Pockets pulled himself up hand over hand toward the hatch and suddenly felt the saucer change direction as they had been warned. The raccoon felt sick to his stomach watching the stars fly by at an alarming rate during the quick spin, but smiled weakly when the airlock hatch suddenly opened up. Renny grabbed the raccoon's elbow and pulled him into the airlock with him, but did not relax until the outer hatch secured with a loud clunk.

The Blue Horizon rocked violently as the shockwave hit the ship. “Get us out of here, Sam!” They heard Merlin's voice call across the Com against the hiss of pressurizing air. They felt a surge of motion and a few long agonizing moments later, the ride smoothed out. Durant opened the inside hatch of the airlock and greeted them with a worried expression.

Merlin Sinclair leaned back in his chair on the recreation deck where the crew had assembled for a special meal prepared by Lorelei. There was a feeling of quiet among them as they ate without real conversation. A day had passed since the destruction of the antique replica, and while the Blue Horizon had resumed its original heading, everyone's thoughts were still back on the other vessel.

Merlin had spent time talking with each member of his crew after they had all rested, to garner as much information as possible before he filed his report with the Spatial Police Force. Samantha had recorded the video images transmitted from everyone's suit helmet cameras and had saved them into a combined file to send along with Merlin's report. Although she knew that an investigation would be mounted by the SPF into the matter, Sam did some research on her own and found a few bits of information from the London database on Earth.

The captain took a sip of his coffee as he looked around and noticed that everyone had pretty much finished their meals. It was a rare occasion that Merlin let the bridge go unsupervised and allowed the entire crew to gather together. Pockets had the auxiliary station on the rec deck programmed to duplicate any alert that might sound on the bridge, including incoming messages.

“Sam,” the wolf said across the room, “what do we have to send to the SPF?”

The Border collie looked at him strangely. She had already told him everything she knew in an earlier meeting with him, but then she realized her reply would not be for him, but for the others. Everyone looked at her expectantly.

“Well,” she started as she pushed back away from the table near the galley, “what I've been able to put together is still a puzzle without all the pieces. The SS Walkabout was a replica of an old Goldenrod class exploration ship that first went out into the stars and discovered the civilizations of Kantus. It left Earth eleven months ago to retrace the historic route of the original vessel to Kantus, but disappeared twenty-eight days into its journey. A search and rescue operation was mounted by the SPF, but the ship was never located in an area that is now seldom used for regular space traffic between the two worlds. The search was called off after a week.”

She took a sip of her drink and continued. “The commander of the ship was Captain Shin Amamori, a veteran astronaut of the Terran Space Agency. Amamori had a crew of fourteen to staff the operation of the Walkabout and ten passengers of various races who had paid large sums of money to take part in the recreation of the original historic flight. Most of the passengers were historians or worked in fields related to what the flight meant. I dug up records and found psychological profiles on each of the crew and all the passengers. With current LightDrive technology, the usual travel time of between Earth and Kantus is three standard weeks, varying only a few hours dependant upon their orbits around their respective stars. The rudimentary LightDrive-type engines that were used on the Goldenrod, and again on the Walkabout, were not as efficient and the travel time between the worlds using them would be nearly five weeks.”

She looked around her and gave everyone a wry smile. “As we're familiar with the effects of long voyages, we can all appreciate the need for a crew that can get along with one another being cooped up in a ship for weeks at a time.”

“I have had people tell me how amazed they are that my crew resembles a family more than co-workers,” Merlin said with a nod. “I've always used psychological profiles when evaluating someone for my crew. Nobody's perfect, but if you don't get along with one another, long journeys can be disastrous.”

“Yeah, look at Armando's crew,” Renny said with a gesture of his hand. “I keep hearing how his people are always fighting with one another.”

“Anyway,” Samantha continued, “there was only one person on board the Walkabout who had not had a recent psyche evaluation prior to their last voyage.”

“That's right. He had been in the service of his company for many years and probably greased the palms of whoever was in charge of getting those done.”

“Whatever happened on that ship will probably never be fully explained,” Samantha said. “We suspect Captain Amamori went off his rocker at some point and started killing everyone, but even that is uncertain. There is the possibility that he was the sole survivor of an attack or mutiny and the long months of being alone afterward unbalanced him.”

“No, I think he did it all right,” Pockets countered. “He tried to kill the four of us in the engine room and Merlin got a close look at the space madness in the man's eyes.”

“All of the computer memory was destroyed,” Sam said with a quiet shake of her head, “as well as practically every book or other documents on board. The captain's logbook was never found, and now the rest of the evidence has been lost.”

“All we can do is turn over what we have to the SPF, including the videos that Sam recorded off your helmet cameras,” Merlin stated. He took another drink of his coffee and frowned. “I've already talked to each of you about what you saw and did over there, but we can probably expect the SPF to want to discuss it with us further with questions of their own when they make their investigation.”

The conversation fell quiet and everyone mulled through their own thoughts. A few minutes passed before Merlin cleared his throat and then looked at Pockets.

“Did the Horizon sustain any damage in the ordeal?” he asked his engineer.

“Other than the loss of our ship-to-ship extension tunnel, no,” the raccoon replied. “I've already placed an order for a new one to be delivered in Grandstorm to your sister's house on Dennier, which is where we're headed after Argeia, right?”

“That's right,” Cindy replied. “We have another shipment to pick up in a city on Dennier that isn't near her place, but we'll have about a week of downtime before we'll leave with it.”

“Yeah, but I'm anxious to see what Argeia's like,” Tanis said with a sudden grin. “If ya go by the vidscreens, that'll be a right dandy place to visit.”

Conversations moved toward tales each of them had heard regarding the new alien world, but the captain's thoughts were elsewhere as he lifted a hand to the singed spot on his nose. Tanis had cleaned up his wounds and the wolf was thankful for the pressure suit he had worn against Amamori's onslaught.

Merlin Sinclair sat in the center seat on the bridge trying to reread one of his novels. He had been on duty an hour and found it hard to concentrate on anything. He set the volume aside and turned down the interior lights until the only illumination came from the instrument panels.

He stood up slowly and then moved to the forward windows. One star directly ahead was brighter than the rest, Dokke; their destination was in orbit around that sun. He leaned on the Com station and let his mind drift. Almost immediately, he could see Captain Amamori's brown eyes, wide in stark terror and mouth open in screams of mortal peril. What had the man gone through? Merlin asked himself. What drove him over the edge?

He could only hope the Spatial Police Force could find out something more in their investigation, but he doubted it. With the destruction of the Walkabout, there was no longer anything physical to examine. All they had available were the experiences of him and his crew.

Had Captain Amamori murdered his crew, as all of the evidence pointed toward, or was there another explanation? Merlin suspected he would never know. The mystery of the Walkabout would likely go unsolved.

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