Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Tuesday Teaser - Beneath the Twin Moons of Haldae - Chapter 1

Chapter 1
The Waters of the River F’ryn

“Zaren Hall speaking. Request immediate assistance. I lost control of observation vehicle seven-seven-B-eight above the fifth planet of System fifty-nine. I repeat. I need immediate assistance. My OV is about to crash on—damn it!”

The last thing Zaren saw before the automatic safeguard ejected her from the cockpit was the blinking line on the transmitter screen.

No signal.

The two words echoed in her mind as her seat fell freely through the air, leaving her struggling for breath. She had been ejected too high in the atmosphere. She gasped and fought back the black dots that were threatening to take away her vision, hanging on to one thought. She couldn’t faint, not now. She had to watch and see where the shuttle crashed. She would need to be able to find it again if she ever wanted to leave this planet.
Clutching the armrests of her seat, she kept her eyes open as wide as she could. She could breathe a little more easily now, though the air rushing by her made her eyes tear up. She blinked furiously and twisted around as the seat spun to try and keep the silver body of the observation vehicle in her line of sight.

She was going down too fast. She would lose sight of the shuttle before it crashed for good.

Tearing off the cover of the right armrest, she pulled the lever and braced herself. Even so, she gasped as the parachute deployed above her, stopping her fall abruptly. She had to search the sky to find the shuttle again; when she did, it was with both relief and a sense of immense helplessness.

With no outward signs of damage, the shuttle seemed to glide in the nearly cloudless purple sky. Behind it, the planet’s two large moons had barely breached the horizon and were already sliding back down, one of the two pale crescents soon half hidden again. The shuttle had gone down in the same direction the moons had risen. She forced herself not to wonder how far she would be from the site of the crash, or whether there would be anything left to salvage when she reached it. If she couldn’t send a distress signal—

She couldn’t think about that now.

Only when she had totally lost sight of the shuttle did Zaren look down. A flash of fear coursed through her.

She took a deep breath and pushed the fear away.

“You’ll have time to be scared once you’re on the ground,” she muttered. “Now think. Which way?”

As an observer in training, she had only received a basic pilot instruction. The OV automatic navigator did all the work, taking her from the base to observation sites and back.

All she had ever needed to do was input the different places she wanted to fly over, or decide how much time she wanted to spend in orbit. Part of the pilot training, however, had been devoted to crashing. She had been on an ejector seat before, had learned to deploy the parachute, maneuver the small seat boosters and land safely onto a prairie. She had never learned, however, what to do when the terrain beneath her was a dense forest. Maybe it was part of the lessons she hadn’t covered yet. So much for the accelerated path to becoming an observer. But she had so desperately wanted to visit other worlds and figure out how she fit in the universe…

It seemed rather dangerous to let herself fall into the trees. The cover was so thick that she couldn’t tell how high the trees were, but she imagined she would be lucky to escape without broken bones. Getting to the ground might also prove tricky. The only alternative, however, seemed to be the river that wound through the forest in large curves. She didn’t know how fast the current was or even whether native fish might attack her, but she was much better at swimming than she was at climbing down trees.

“Guess it’s the river, then.”

The controls for the booster were inside the left arm of the seat. She pressed the forward and left buttons. Plumes of smoke rose on her right as the propulsion flashed to life in short successive bursts. She couldn’t go too fast or the parachute might give out.

“Small, easy steps,” she said to herself, repeating her instructor’s words from what seemed like a lifetime ago. “Short bursts. Work with the wind.”

That last admonition didn’t help her since, as far as she could tell, there wasn’t much wind. It made it easier to navigate, though, and, little by little, she approached the river. As she gained a better sense of distance she realized it was much larger than she’d originally thought, maybe two hundred paces wide. She didn’t know if that was good or bad.

It was less likely her parachute would catch in the tree branches hanging over the river, but she would need to swim more than she had expected. Her suit wouldn’t be all that practical for that. If she could only have slipped out of the light, silvery material…

But even if she had been able to undress, it was too late. The water was only a few lengths beneath her. By the rushing sound of it, the current was fast. She closed her hand over the fastening of her harness. She would need to get out of the seat and away as fast as possible, but didn’t dare unhook herself too early.

Her heart thundering in her chest, she looked down. The water seemed to be rising up toward her, ready to grab her, rather than her falling down to it. Only seconds, now. She looked at both sides of the river. The left bank seemed closer. She’d have to swim left, then. Her hand tightened on the metal release of the harness. She opened her mouth to take a deep breath in.

The seat crashed into the water, immediately sinking and taking Zaren under. The coldness of the water spurred her into action, prickling her exposed skin and sending a rush of adrenaline through her. She pressed on the harness release and pushed hard against the seat with both hands and feet.

The water was clear but too tumultuous for her to see anything. She kicked with her feet, the lack of air starting to burn her lungs, and finally breached the surface. Coughing and sputtering, she took in deep gulps of air as she worked to keep her head above water. The red fabric of the parachute rushed by her. A jolt went through her at the sight. If she had been caught beneath it…

“Left,” she reminded herself. “Swim now. Worry later.”

Lessons she had taken as a small child returned to the front of her mind even though the setting couldn’t have been any more different. The clear, calm waters of her childhood had parted easily for her. The river did nothing of the sort. It pulled her back toward the center, tugging at every inch of her, fighting her movements and reclaiming instantly any ground she managed to gain.

Zaren continued to fight. Every fiber of her being bristled at the mere thought of giving up. She hadn’t learned this much, traveled this far, to end up drowning on her first solo mission. There was too much, still, that she wanted to discover.

Straightening up in the water, she tilted her head back and breathed deeply. She would rest for an instant, let the water carry her, then try again.

As she watched the sky, a large bird appeared above her, wings spread wide on each side of its body, gliding as it followed the river—and her. Did it think she was food, she wondered, or was it merely curious? The bird started diving down and Zaren shook her head. She wasn’t sure she wanted to find out. She started swimming again with all the strength she possessed.

Behind her, the water splashed as though something had dropped into it. Was it the bird? Had it just caught its prey? Part of her wanted to look back, but she couldn’t afford to. She had to reach the bank and couldn’t waste any more energy, not when every muscle in her body was already screaming for rest and warmth.

She jerked suddenly, losing her rhythm. Something had passed beneath her. She was sure of it. Something big and—

There it was again, now breaking through the surface just paces in front of her. Her eyes widened in shock and she tried to scream, but water rushed into her mouth. In front of her, large gray eyes watched her above the turbulent waters, and a wide mouth opened, teeth gleaming like steel.

She wasn’t going to drown, she thought, battling hysteria. She was going to be killed by a river creature that looked like a wolf and was bigger than she was—a wolf that swam better than she did.

She started kicking and batting at the animal, hoping to scare it off. It growled but didn’t fight back, and merely remained ahead of her in the water. Zaren’s efforts meanwhile were beginning to take a toll on her. Her movements became sluggish, and she was having trouble breathing. She felt herself slide under the water and, panicked, kicked hard to return to the surface again.

Seconds later, she was sinking again. Without thinking, she flung her arms and grasped the first thing she could find. Her fingers closed on long strands of fur and she let go at once when she realized it was the wolf-like creature. She batted with her feet and arms again, and again the wolf was there, right in front of her.

Feeling her strength disappear, she gripped the thick fur of the animal’s back. Somehow, she was sure it would attack, now, but one way or the other, her life was about to end. She closed her eyes. Her last thought before she lost consciousness was to wonder whether anyone would ever know what had happened to her.

* * * *

Zaren pushed away the memories of her crash-landing and picked up the pitcher in front of her. As she poured water into her glass, droplets fell onto the white tablecloth. She wiped them away, and realized her hand was shaking. She took a sip but the water, bland and tepid, did nothing to cool her nerves.

Shifting in his seat next to her, Loic leaned in and murmured, “Relax. They just want to hear what happened.”

Zaren threw a glance at the people trickling into the room.

“I told you what happened,” she replied, just as quietly. “And I wrote a report. Why do we have to do this?”

“It’s procedure, that’s all. Nothing for you to worry about.”

The half-circle of chairs facing her was almost full, and some members of the council had picked up their electronic readers. She was sure they were reviewing her report, finding holes in it, preparing questions that would take apart her story. Zaren grabbed the edge of the table in front of her until her knuckles were almost as white as it was.

“Relax,” Loic said again. “Why are you so nervous?”

She shook her head but didn’t respond. How could she tell him, her mentor, that just about every word which had come out of her mouth since her rescue had been a lie?

She would be kicked out of the program if anyone learned of her deception.

She would have been kicked out even if she had told the truth from the beginning.

She’d wanted to be an observer since she’d been just a little girl. She couldn’t give it up now that she was finally so close.

All the members of the council seemed to have arrived, and the heavy doors behind them shut with a deep metallic sound. At the center of the semi-circle, the head of the council, Ilona Brink, cleared her throat and conversations immediately ceased on either side of her.

Zaren had only seen the woman once before, at a friend’s graduation, three years earlier. Brink hadn’t changed one bit. A thick mane of white hair fell to her shoulders in wild curls, and her face was heavily lined. She held herself straight in her chair, her light blue eyes looking at Zaren directly, though not unkindly.

“Trainee Hall,” she said, her voice wavering and yet full of strength. “We thank you for attending this meeting today.”

Zaren bit the inside of her cheek so as not to laugh hysterically. She hadn’t realized she had any choice in the matter.

“We have a few questions for you,” Brink continued, inclining her head left then right to acknowledge the rest of the council, “but before that, we would like to hear you tell us what happened.”

“My report—” Zaren started, but she stopped when Brink shook her head, smiling thinly.

“Yes, we have read your report. I am sure you worked on it very diligently. Tell us more. Tell us what you thought when the observation vehicle stopped responding, what you felt.”

Unsure what she meant by that, Zaren answered the first thing that passed through her mind. “I felt scared. Is that what you want to hear?”

Brink gave a shallow nod.

“I didn’t know what was happening to the OV. I only figured out the role of the moons later on. All I knew was that I was crashing onto a wild planet and I couldn’t even send a distress signal.”

“You were scared,” a man said on Brink’s right, “yet you must have kept a cool head to take note of where your shuttle was crashing.”

Zaren shrugged. The fabric of her suit felt too confining over her shoulders and chest, making it hard to breathe. She pulled the first two magnetic fastenings free, baring her throat.

“I knew the shuttle was my only chance to send a message out if I survived. So I watched as long as I could, tried to get landmarks.”

She held her breath for a second, relieved when no one asked what landmarks she had found. In her mind, the forest was immense, covering everything as far as she could see except for the river.

“Then you landed in the river,” Brink prompted, a slim eyebrow raised.

“Yes. The water seemed safer than the trees. I freed myself from the chair and started swimming for the bank. The current wasn’t too strong so I managed to get to the edge easily enough.”

The lie was burning her tongue. She clutched her glass and took another sip, remembering too late that the water wasn’t fresh. She grimaced as she put the glass down with a soft clinking noise. She missed the clear, fresh waters of the River F’ryn in which she had almost drowned. She missed Haldae and its two moons, even if they had almost caused her death. She missed the forest and its traps, which seemed infinitely less dangerous than this meeting.

More than anything, though, she missed Kris.

... Continued in Beneath the Twin Moons of Haldae

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