Starship 12

I'm sorry, this one is very short.
It will get better, given some time.

But it's at least getting, somewhere?
ahem.

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What suit had found redefined their priorities totally.

Using his mining equipment suit sent down a sonde, somewhat like their probes but of an older and not so sophisticated type, straight through the floor of their cabin.

As Royal expressed it. “What’s the use of telling the whole world what we’re doing?”

And Jeff agreed. His sleep had become erratic the last weeks. It felt as if he was constantly assaulted by bad dreams. And they all seemed to involve that shapeless guy? Then there was something more, the urge to leave that town had grown stronger for every dream. It was becoming just as real as when awake, and that was starting to take its toll. He felt constantly tired, and also afraid of sleeping, as that only seemed to place him in that same dream. And that urge he had to leave, he was afraid of that one too. Because he had this weird feeling that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t wake up at all if he did?

He had tried to ask about it but Royal didn’t seem to have the time, and when he tried to discuss with suit it acted all dismissive, as if dreams was nothing to be worried about.

“That’s the problem with you organics.” It said. “You take everything so seriously.”

Maybe he did, but wasn’t Janelle taken by a dream too? Even if it was genes it still seemed to him as if he had good reason to worry. Royal's examination of his gene base had showed that he had the same genes implanted as her, but in a dormant position. Royal was comparing blood and cell samples from him to Janelle’s, frenetically trying to work out why hers would be dominant whilst his was not. So far he had found no explanation though.
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What the sonde showed only made the suits argue, even harder than they had before. The crust stretched only a few hundred meters, and after that, there was only space. And that ‘space’ was behaving real strange. There were no light sources, and any radiation they sent just seemed to disappear? They tried to ‘ping’ the other side of the shell, having no success.

“This planet is a strange place. Worthy of several Emperors attention.” As Royal, somewhat pompously, put it.

In the mean time their negations were at a stand still. Planet was not used to that, it was more used to things flowing smoothly. Its inhabitants might have their little quirks, but something as stubborn as those suits it hadn’t met in a very long time. Patience wasn’t the right word, a planet don’t use those definitions. But if it had used it, we might say that its patience fast was running out.

They sat huddled before the fireplace discussing.

“We can’t reach the fields, and our food is running out, the same goes for water. We can try to fight our way to the woods, or split our forces.” The Royal said.

That meant that at least he and Janelle would be free, but free to go where? That name less shape they were fighting seemed to have the whole planet in its grip?

“Fight our way out? Against those?”

“Yes, we have the fire power, although we will only have it for a limited time, then we will need to regenerate.” Answered his suit. “I still think we should try to negotiate Royal.”

But Royal had this feeling, I know, suits (or robots, as they were called before) shouldn’t have feelings, should they? Let’s just say he had a good eye for probabilities then, and, according to those they were in dire need for a prolonged climate change. As they sat there in front of the fireplace discussing Jeff could feel himself getting sleepy again. Trying to do it as inconspicuous as he could he got out one of his peps, swallowing it dry.

But trying to hide anything in the vicinity of suits isn’t really an option. The Royal and suit was in constant sub-mode conversation, blindingly fast. The slow verbal conversation they had, involving Jeff, was mostly for his sake, and for him to learn from the masters, at least as Royal saw it. And as they noticed, they instantly recognized it for what it was.

“Give me a update on what you and him have discussed.” Royal ordered.

As suit gave it verbatim Royal remembered Jeff’s tries to communicate his unrest before. And Royal did take it serious, it was just that he had been fully occupied at that time, Janelle being his protocols top priority.

“So, he might be under attack too.” It concluded. “Bad news indeed.”

“Couldn’t we try to sneak out instead.” Jeff asked into the sudden silence that had appeared. “A tunnel maybe?”

The suits started to communicate.

“I’m sorry Royal, a puppy still.” suit tried to excuse his friend.

“No, the idea has some merit. But not a tunnel. How‘s your gyro, any glitches?”

“I’ve been doing what I can, maybe if we tethered I could take off, but the probability of it working for a sustained time period is low.”

“No problem, we'll let gravity take care of that.” The Royal decisively sub-vocalized before it, once more, turned back to Jeff.

“A good idea Jeff. But not a tunnel, we’ll open a way to the space inside instead. I doubt they will be able to get any information out from there.” And it was a good idea, it would make them invisible, and so buy them time. And who knew what they would meet inside that space.

There had to be an explanation to all of this and, as it looked now, maybe the planets innards was where they would find it?



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