Unknown Place, Unknown Universe: Iron II
By Lazlo Ferran
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Stone, son of war hero Jake Nanden, crash-lands on an unknown planet in an unknown star system with jackal-headed aliens hard on his tail after falling through a worm-hole.
Meanwhile, two rebel Ischian scientists battle against an Imperial Empire, which is stretching out its grasp toward Earth.
Will Jake and his companions escape in time to save Earth from inevitable doom?
If you like Stephen Baxter, Arthur C. Clarke or Greg Bear you will just have to read this breath-taking part two of the epic Iron Series.
Lazlo Ferran
Lazlo Ferran: Exploring the Landscapes of Truth.Educated near Oxford, during English author Lazlo Ferran’s extraordinary life, he has been an aeronautical engineering student, dispatch rider, graphic designer, full-time busker, guitarist and singer, recording two albums. Having grown up in rural Buckinghamshire Lazlo says:“The beautiful Chiltern Hills offered the ideal playground for a child’s mind, in contrast to the ultra-strict education system of Bucks.”Brought up as a Buddhist, he has travelled widely, surviving a student uprising in Athens and living for a while in Cairo, just after Sadat’s assassination. Later, he spent some time in Central Asia and was only a few blocks away from gunfire during an attempt to storm the government buildings of Bishkek in 2006. He has a keen interest in theologies and philosophies of the Far East, Middle East, Asia and Eastern Europe.After a long and successful career within the science industry, Lazlo Ferran left to concentrate on writing, to continue exploring the landscapes of truth.
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Unknown Place, Unknown Universe - Lazlo Ferran
Unknown Place, Unknown Universe
Lazlo Ferran
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Acknowledgments
Thanks to Ash, Derek, Gary, and Lorna.
Front Cover by Ashley Buttle
Prologue
It’s been over ten years since Gary Enquine sent my friend Przeltski to a certain death. Not one day has gone by without the memories of that battle prowling my mind like a waking nightmare. Many times, I have woken in a cold-sweat thinking about it. I will not rest, cannot rest, until Gary Enquine has been brought to justice and been forced to pay for his cowardice. Ten years; it’s a long time but I can be patient. Personal journal entry of Jake Nanden for 2101, Feb 3. 1.
Twenty-two years later … .
***
1. Unknown Place
Kek-suîxjh looked out over the hills surrounding the city, his mournful, long-snouted jackal face staring back at him from the transparent walls of his office.
In a moment of childish caprice, he tried to smile but his reflection just grinned back with a sickly parody of a smile.
It has been so long since I was happy.
His two pups had grown up, or at least one had, and even though his wife still looked as beautiful as ever, he felt the weight of age grow heavy. He returned to his desk and stared at its blank surface. He sometimes had to force himself to look away, to see the big picture, before he could remember why he had been trying to solve this problem. Religion, and his speciality, metaphysics, were not the pleasurable subjects they used to be; thinking no longer divorced from real life. Now, he yearned for one thing; to return a feeling of optimism, and yes, faith in religion and science, to the people of the planet Ito.
What if … God allows the transgression of time-laws but only under certain conditions?
The transparent surface of the desktop filled with physics formulae to describe his thoughts but they did not produce a pattern he could accept.
No. Wipe that.
The desk became blank.
He glanced again at the sky-scape through the side of the building. A light blinked and traversed the wall; a transporter, no doubt on route to one of the many city depots.
He mourned for Isch-su. One of the last alive who had grown up on the planet Isch-su, he remembered her beautiful shores under a much milder sun.
And all that green! So much of it wherever you looked!
But they had destroyed it all. Chlorophyll, the building block of vegetation, had provided nearly everything they needed. They had become over-dependent and overproduced. The soil had become barren and the carbon-fuelled culture had destroyed the upper atmosphere with pollution. Too late, they had realised their mistake when the planet started to die. In the end, only the rich and select few other Ischians, had found a place on the escaping ships.
They had come here, to Ito, closer to the sun and much hotter but with a nascent atmosphere. This had been kick-started generations before by politicians and eager scientists looking for new horizons.
He left for home early and, as usual, walked the short distance across the plaza rather than take a rail.
As he exited the plaza, to walk towards the luscious lawn that lined the approach to the estate of the rich and successful, a panel lit up. The wall spoke to him.
Take care. Rain due.
A smattering of rain, little more than dew, dampened his brow and he smiled.
Rain. Ha! We only arrange it for the pups so they will know what it was like on Isch-su. They don’t know what real rain is!
He soon fell into deep in thought again as he walked.
The push to look for a better world, within some sections of their society, had led to political strife and ended with exile of many on two ships.
Ironically, it didn’t have to be this way. Word from the colony had reached them that other suns were much richer in metals and organic life could thrive without such heavy use of chlorophyll.
This knowledge, instead of bringing hope to the younger generation, had driven the stake of despair even deeper through their hearts.
Now they seem really without hope! Mind you, we have always been a pessimistic species.
The thought seemed to revive his spirits.
He wanted to do something with the time that remained to him. He didn’t want to wait passively for his own death and metaphysics no longer seemed to give him the answer he needed. He wanted to do something. But what?
***
The pilot of the stolen Earth cruiser, barely more than a teenager, wiggled his feet around on the dashboard and looked out at the stars beyond. The narcotic, chum, oozed juices between his teeth. An unexpected image suddenly invaded his vision, blotting out the instrument panel:
A butterfly pushed and another pale white orb joined the cluster of eggs on the rock. Pausing for a moment, she flicked her striped wings and took lightly to the air as if lifted on a breeze.
Strange!
the pilot thought, once the vision passed. "Never seen a real butterfly!"
But then he saw the space compass.
"Oh! Oh! We’re going off course, fast! Hey, what are those red, flashing beacons?"
A young woman with blue eyes and raven-black hair, just behind him, dropped the manual she had been reading and yelled:
Correct your course!
I can’t!
A third crew member yelled,
Ischian crui-… an instant before they were sucked into the worm-hole.
By the immense vibration that immediately threatened to rip the cruiser apart, they knew this had to be a big worm-hole, one that would take them far from their own locale in space. Stars were suddenly blinding, pale streaks of light. They were pinned to their seats with no need of belts while the ship corkscrewed around an imaginary whirlpool of space-matter.
Yells from the rear of the cabin to, Get control,
blurred into one while the pilot struggled to right the ship. Eventually, he did manage to gain some stability but moment later, they were spat out by the worm-hole into a region of unknown space and time.
The woman finally managed to reach the co-pilot seat and attempted to get a reading from the navigational console. Navigation’s screwed!
she announced.
Great!
the pilot replied. She’s … handling like a pig too. Deceleration, not programmed … avionics damaged … . Might lose this … Planet dead ahead.
Habitable?
the co-pilot yelled over the noise the cruiser being torn apart.
"Maybe … I see what looks like water. Can’t hold this. Have to land … .
They hit the planet’s outer atmosphere far too fast for any guidance system to cope with. But they had no guidance system!
Approach plan?
the third crew member yelled.
There’s no approach plan for this!
the pilot yelled back.
A blinding flash of white light suddenly filled the flight deck. The ship jolted, almost pulling the steering controls from the pilot’s hands.
Christ!
yelled the co-pilot. Lighting strike!
Great,
the pilot said to himself. He shouted, Now we’ve really had it! Going to manual!
Somehow, the pilot managed to keep the cruiser upright as strong gravitational fields within a dense layer of cloud buffeted the ship. When they emerged from the low cloud base, the only instrument left working, the altimeter, showed less than 1000 feet. A red-tipped mountain loomed, dead ahead.
By some freak of electronics, the height warning klaxon triggered all the other warning klaxons on the flight deck, creating an unbearable clamour.
Have to put her down but where?
There!
yelled the co-pilot. She pointed to a patch of tan among rolling hills of green on the surface of the unknown planet below. "Desert of some kind. Must be flat!"
With no time to think, the pilot corrected the glide path and trimmed for landing.
Shut down engine, anti-grav set to neutral and shut off fusion-drive!
he yelled. I never felt so much like swearing in Christian before. Would your god mind if a heathen said,
Christ!"
The cruiser dipped below some high cliffs around the small patch of desert.
Brace!
the pilot yelled. Both the co-pilot and the third crew member could help no more. They gripped their seats with all their strength and held their breaths.
The pilot saw the danger of the huge, rolling sand dunes at the last moment and turned to align the ship’s path with their troughs. Just above a dune crest, the cruiser finally stalled and side slipped.
The pilot wrestled with the manual control column, the only control he had left, to pull the cruiser up level but a wing-let sliced into the crest of a dune and the ship began to skew. He did the only thing he could, he lowered the other wing-let so that the stricken ship belly bellied onto the side of the dune.
From 100 mph to zero took less than five seconds. None of the crew imagined they would live but none had time to think, thrown about as they were by the violent deceleration.
Then there was silence.
***
With its abdomen pressed down onto the lance-shaped leaf, the black and white, swallow-tailed butterfly pushed and another pale white orb joined the cluster of eggs like new moons on the shrub in the crevice between two rocks.
The rays of a red dawn breached the top of the ridge further down the east-facing valley. The light flickered on the butterfly’s fluttering wings as she moved slightly to lay another egg. Hungry eyes watched her.
It would be the last of her precious eggs. Pausing for a moment, she flicked her striped wings and took lightly to the air as if lifted on a breeze, though none existed in the dry desert heat. This shrub had been the first green for miles around and she had taken advantage of its isolation as a host for her offspring.
Surging towards his prey, an adolescent lizard, iridescently blue-bellied, leapt for the fluttering black and white feast but he missed. Not interested in the eggs, he stood for a moment like a statue to take in some heat. He swallowed once as if remembering a rehearsed meal, bobbed his head and moved further up the warming rocks.
As the butterfly rose, her wings touched at the top of each beat. She passed through another shadow but she would not have considered why it was head-shaped.
Stone stood up, wondering at this moment of birth and near-death he had just witnessed in front of his eyes. He pondered the significance of the six-inch long grey-green leaves on the shrub, which had managed to survive in this inhospitable landscape.
"There is something growing here!" he shouted to two other space-suited figures slowly plodding up the rocky valley towards him. His voice echoed off distant sandstone walls. He spat on the ground and turned as they caught up with him.
Fuckit!
Stone punctuated the arid silence like a scar on a pretty girl’s face but he couldn’t help it. He was unendingly angry, hated almost everything, and his swearing became worst when he felt nervous, or guilty. He pointed at the shrub.
Looks like we ain’t gonna die after all! Told you!
And that makes it okay does it, hm?
asked the last of the three to see the shrub, a female, two sizes too small for her whitish duretex space-suit.
Can you eat it?
asked the third member of the team, a male with two dark chevrons cut into the stubble-short hair on his head.
"How the fuck should I know! I saw a lizard... Maybe we could eat that... You two piss me off – so negative!"
All three wore suits a few sizes too large and without their helmets, the males looked from a distance as if they were shrunken-headed talismans. Only the girl, with a full head of raven-black hair cut to shoulder length, looked vaguely in proportion. She shook her head with despair.
If it wasn’t for that haze everywhere I might know where we are,
said the male with a chevron-patterned hair.
"How the fuck could you know, dude? We don’t even know which fuckin’ star system we are in, let alone what planet this is!" said Stone.
I don’t know many planets, dude, but I have a photographic memory and I remember the patterns of a few.
Nice one! Now we will find out where we are,
said Stone
Or aren’t!
said Dee
Oh Dee, you are so negative!
said the girl.
Just kidding. No, this feels like Earth, but supposing it’s not even our Universe. Given how little we understand about worm-holes, that’s possible isn’t it?
Yes, that would really complicate things,
said Stone, wryly.
We need to get up high. Maybe we could see the stars from up there, hm,
said the girl. She spoke quietly but with thoughtful authority.
Where?
said Stone, swinging around, expecting to see her pointing somewhere.
I was talking rhetorically fuckwit.
She swore to impress him. It was all he needed to break out of the deferential etiquette he had stuck to so far.
Ooo! The nerd swears!
"And stop trying to assert yourself all the time. None of us knows what we are doin,’ least of all you!" she hit back.
Yeah! Don’t talk to her like that, man!
said the chevron-haired male.
Don’t tell me what I can and cannot do Dee!
***
Two pairs of eyes watched the three tiny white figures on the pancake of sandstone far below.
One pair, from under a scrubby bush on a promontory five hundred feet above the three figures, lazily watched a prey bird circling even higher before spotting the three figures on the rock below.
The bird of prey saw the three split into two and one, and decided to continue circling high above the lone white creature. Perhaps it would fall dead. Most things did die once on their own.
***
Stone didn’t look like a hero and he knew it. It wasn’t just his head, shaved to leave a single central strip of hair which historians would call a Mohican haircut. In his more self-congratulatory moments, he thought of himself as a nerd, but what he knew he really was, was a creep. As he toiled up the valley, fast becoming a canyon, in a suit a few sizes too large for him, he wished he had drunk all of the hi-water in the tube Jay had carried with her.
‘But then … ’ he thought, ‘ … Dee-low would have punched me, and the Jay would have said something spiteful.’
The pint he had drunk, would not keep him going long but what choice did he have? With the ship disabled and an n-gen that the stupid owners had not refilled they had nothing to drink.
Fuckit!
They had to find water. He got them into this mess, so he had to be the one to find water. After an hour of sweaty, gasping, painfully slow progress in the chafing suit, he relented to commonsense. Finding a shady patch between a large rock cliff and another of those stunted shrubs, he shrugged off the suit and stuffed it behind the shrubs. He trudged on. His aim, only vaguely formed in his mind, was to reach as high a spot as possible by noon and then wait for nighttime and the stars. He saw another butterfly. Stone had never seen a real butterfly before that day and his journalistic eye supplied the prose-commentary inside his head as he walked.
Golden leaf-like butterflies fluttered by while Stone trudged on feet of clay, along the lonely valley.
"Why did you give me that look when he offered to go on his own, hm?" said the girl to Dee while they both descended to the salt flat.
"‘Cos... he feels guilty and wants to make up. You were about to stop him. I could see you were."
You really think he will work out where we are, I mean, will he get high enough to see the stars?
I don’t know. In this heat, with no water, it’s gonna be tough. He’s not exactly the fittest guy I know.
Dee paused for a moment. He’s determined when he wants something though.
"What does he want?"
Dee didn’t answer.
Shit, it’s hot. I really want to take this suit off, hm,
she said, itching her arm after taking off a glove.
"No. Not yet! Put it back on. At least the suits give us some protection. Who knows what’s out there?" Dee replied, scanning the horizon keenly.
They didn’t talk much as they trudged on.
***
By midmorning, the pair trudging back to the crashed ship had reached the end of the valley and crossed half the distance over a vast, dry, salt lake. Ahead, through the haze, they could just see the first ridge of red sand. This marked the beginning of the dunes where the spaceship lay.
Is there any water left at all Jay?
Nope. There is one chew left. You can have it, hm.
No. Let’s save it.
My hero.
Sarcasm.
Of course.
The bird of prey grew tired of circling above the single figure further up the canyon just before noon. It would return and search for a carcass tomorrow.
***
Following their own footsteps, coming the other way in the dark red sand, they finally peered over one of the highest dune crests and spotted the ship. It lay, leaning to the right on the side of a sand dune.
When she had first seen it in the dock on J6, Jay had thought it looked like a large silver beetle holding two long flat suitcases at arms-length. It still looked like a beetle, but one which was losing the battle for life, its shell coming apart in the blazing heat. Steam from the overworked cooling system spiraled lazily up into the blue sky adding to the air of escaping life.
Sliding down the far side of the dune, they reached the airlock of the crippled ship. Jay pressed the code into the keypad by the hatch. It hissed open.
Home at last!
She blew out a long sigh and flopped onto one of the loungers, which sloped at an odd angle. She felt exhausted. Dee punched the panel to shut the door and cool air from the air-con fans wafted about their sweating bodies. They both lay still for a while.
Dee licked his parched lips before speaking. I’ll get us some water from the n-gen.
Not too much Dee. Just a cup full … for both of us!
Right.
***
Jay considered the situation:
‘With the engines intact, flight should still be possible.’
Considering how little flying experience they had, she had been very impressed by Stone and Dee’s landing along the high side of the dune. Only her first out-of-breath gasps, in a life she had not expected to have, had stopped her from screaming out her gratitude when the spaceship had finally come to a shuddering halt. She worried that the hull might not be intact
Here you go.
Dee handed her a cup.
Thanks. First we need to find water, then food, and then check the hull, hm.
She tasted the cool liquid:
Funny how when you are really thirsty, water tastes better than anything. Normally I don’t like plain water.
Jay struggled out of her suit and Dee could not help sneaking a look at her in the skin-tight privates complete with a blue sash that denoted her blue-adept status. To his surprise, he saw that, although slim, she looked athletic. He could see every muscle and curve. He found himself lingering too long. She snapped a glance at him and he looked away.
Why do women always know when you are looking at them?
Shame quickly replaced his anger. He hadn’t yet earned the right to look at her in that way.
She quickly put on the loose casuals he had seen her wearing on the morning after their graduation.
Stone’s plan is well fucked now.
Do you think we can get out of here?
She sounded surly.
Don’t know. Depends
"You’re technical..! Can you get the guidance system working again?"
Me? I’m a musician. Well not even that! I’m a DJ. I couldn’t fix a light socket.
That’s not true, Dee-low. I’ve seen the stuff you rigged for the last new rake rave you did. It wasn’t cosy at all!
Thanks! Not cosy!
He laughed. Wow, you really are posh aren’t you? That’s so lunar!
It’s only my mum’s Lunar. My dad was from J3.
Ahh! Your mum. The great new-genderist.
"Stop it! I’ve heard it all before. Can you try at least and look at it?"
Okay. Okay!
For the first time he had found a chink in her armour.
***
How much water left in the nano-generator?
Jay asked.
They were leaning against the slowly cooling side of the ship, near the door. Their legs created troughs in the sand below them as the red sun disappeared below the horizon.
"Nano-generator! Ha! Only a serious nerd still calls then that! N-gen, Jay! About a pint. No more. I already have a headache. By tomorrow we’ll be in serious trouble," Dee replied
Don’t whine. I have a headache too you know, hm.
They sat, silently, morosely.
Suddenly they both spoke together.
Isn’t the su-...
The avion-...
They both laughed and the tension, like a thin web across the hazy sky, broke.
Go on,
he said.
I was going to say isn’t the sunset beautiful. I’ve wondered several times if this was Earth. It seems just like it.
Nah! There’s nowhere left like this on Earth; unspoiled like this. Don’t forget Brady’s postulation.
Oh how could I forget Brady’s postulation?
she laughed.
"‘The closeness of an ecology to Earth’s is proportional to its geophysical likeness.’ Not ‘closeness … .’ Something like that."
Congruence.
"Yeah. That’s it. Geophysics and evolution was never my strong point. I only did it as a minor for a year anyway. Hm." She smiled.
What are you smiling about?
he asked.
Oh just thinking about the academy. Wondering what they’re all doing back there; my friends, hm. What were you going to say?
Oh nothing. Just that the avionics are not the real problem.
Oh?
He gestured to the dunes around them. How are we gonna dig it out of the sand?
Hm. Gonna have to think about that. Shouldn’t Stone be back by now? I hope he’s alright. I wonder if he can see the stars.
***
By now, it had grown completely dark but they could only see a dull bluish black, with slowly shifting subtle patterns, overhead. They could not see any stars.
When they had entered the planet’s atmosphere, all the land masses which they could detect on the failing radar had been obliterated by a faint haze, too evenly spread for cloud cover. This is what obliterated the stars now.
After a while, sitting watching the night sky, Dee heard Jay’s breathing become regular and deeper and then he guessed she must be sleeping. He had never been this close to a sleeping woman other than his two little sisters and possibly his mother, when very young. He often thought how beautiful Jay was. Her blue eyes, rounded face, pouting lips and full head of glossy, black hair were his idea of the ideal woman. He even likd her slim body although Stone complained that her breasts were too small. Ironically, Dee had never entertained the thought of having her for himself because Stone seemed to consider her his own prey, exclusively. Dee enjoyed the feeling of being next to a sleeping woman. He found himself imagining spending pleasant moments with her, walking in one of the parks near the academy, or even on J2, where he had been born. Then his thoughts turned to darker fantasies and he grinned to himself. However, he made sure to stay alert while his imagination wondered under the warm night sky.
***
Eventually, Dee became quite cold and stiff. He found he couldn’t move his legs. Forcing himself up, he stamped his feet. Jay woke up.
Have I been asleep?
she murmured.
Uh huh.
He added, I thought I heard something a while ago. It’s not far from dawn. I don’t think he could find us now, even if he were out here.
Stone?
she asked.
Yeah.
You think we should go inside, hm?
Yeah.
Oh. Okay.
When the airlock closed, she asked him tentatively, You don’t think he’s dead do you? I mean he is okay isn’t he?
I’m sure he is. I bet he is. He’s a wily bugger.
They both lay on the slanted bunks and tried to sleep. Jay slipped into unconsciousness last.
***
Jay woke first. She opened the airlock and paded around the ship’s hull before she did anything else. She kept her arms folded for warmth, in the cool air an hour after dawn. She could see no sign of Stone so she went back inside and shook Dee.
Wake up Dee. There’s no sign of him. I think, maybe, we should go look for him. Find all the provisions we have – all of it. I’ll wait outside.
One Crazy-Lemon Chew, one small plastic bottle of water, and one Snookie bar, Classic,
said Dee after a search.
That’s it? It’s not much Dee, hm.
No and you had to have a Classic. Not even nuts in it!
Sorry. I don’t like the ones with nuts.
Traditionalist.
"Not now Dee." He felt excited but he wasn’t sure why. His face turned red.
Hey!
They both stood bolt upright at the sound of the familiar voice. It came from the tail end of the ship.
It’s me!
Stone! Jeez, you bastard. You’re back. Did you find anything?
inquired Dee.
Fuckit! I am fucked!
Stone managed to reach the welt of disrupted sand around the airlock and half-fell against the side of the ship, panting. His face dripped with sweat.
Where’s the suit? Are you okay?
asked Jay.
Left it. Go back. Water.
***
A report of a stolen luxury cruiser had finally reached the desk of Detective Sergeant Rayburn on J6. Earlier, he had received another report of three missing kids from the Space Academy. Now he looked at both folders on his desk and chewed another pop-ice. Before long, he had put both folders together and put out an APB on light cruiser J6LCN 0067 to all sectors of the Interplanetary Police Patrol.
The missing-kids report had been submitted by the Academy. He knew that he would have to contact the parents soon but something bothered him about the description of one of the kids. He looked again at the photo of one of them; greasy hair in a slick stripe down the centre of his head and a lopsided grin. Not a tall kid, and hunched. He looked shifty, and Rayburn felt sure he had seen him before. He cast his mind back over cases going back two years, then five and then almost ten. Then he remembered the case of a kid who had stolen a small freighter and tried to reach the rebels on Earth. Very dangerous and illegal, the case had stuck out because of the sheer audacity of the trip. But the kid’s explanation had stuck in his mind the most:
I wanted to do an interview with one of the rebel leaders.
Rayburn took his feet off the desk, hauled himself out of the chair, and walked over to the rack of disks where old files were stored. Only he backed up his old files to disk, and when the central hub had been corrupted, his were some of the only ones left. Now he was Mr Popular at work and he had received a raise as a reward. He found the disk for the period he wanted and slid it into the drive on his terminal. He called up the case and looked at the photo.
It’s the same kid. Much older, but it’s him.
He thought the same thing now as he had thought then:
What would a kid enrolled in his first year at the ultra-conservative Space Academy be doing trying to interview rebels?
***
Stone had slept until the early evening when he woke, hungry.
What’s left to eat? Did you check everything?
he asked groggily.
We have a Snookie bar, dude, but it’s a Classic.
Dee cast a sad glance at Jay.
Thanks amigo,
she shot back at him.
Stone caught the tone in her voice and cast a look at Dee. They let him eat the Snookie bar before admitting only the Crazy-Lemon Chew remained.
We need food, Stone... and water,
said Jay. "We desperately need that. Did you find any?"
"Yep. Water... lots of it. A river in fact. Didn’t try it though. Might not even be water. We need that survival manual you downloaded Dee so we can test it. Food. Hm. Might be more tricky. Saw plenty we could eat, birds and lizards, but hard to catch. ‘Course there’s always fish."
How about the stars?
Dee asked.
Stayed up all night for those! I got to a fairly high place, on one of those cliffs overlooking the canyon, about lunch time. Fuck, it was hot! I was sweating like a pig, as they say. I holed up and waited till night. Heard lots of weird stuff. Anyway that mist or whatever kept rolling over but occasionally I would see some stars. Not enough but I waited and not long before dawn I saw it!
What?
Dee asked.
Well... I’m not that good at stars but better than you Dee and I recognised Orion and Taurus. But you know?
What?
both the others asked together.
"It’s not right! I mean Orion looks about right if you were near Earth but he’s a bit thin and his leg and arm are higher than usual. And what’s more, there’s a really bright star above Orion, just to the left of Taurus. That shouldn’t be there! Never seen it before."
Oh,
said Jay sadly.
Yep. We’re not on Earth.
Shit!
shouted Dee, twisting around and striding off. "I knew it was probably too much to ask for but not Earth? Shit! That means we could be just about anywhere but a fuck of a long way from where we want to be. Nobody will ever find us!"
Nope. We got to get outta here on our own,
announced Stone. I been thinking. We have to leave the ship for now. We can’t dig it out on our own, least not now. We need to get supplied with water and food, and then maybe come back. We have to leave tonight. It’s no good walking across the sand and salt in the day without water. We should be okay to reach the river but we need some water in case that’s no good. I know where we can get it.
They both looked at him expectantly.
Air-con condensers. I read somewhere that water collects in there from the humidity and then it’s sucked in and purified and passed round again. It won’t taste nice but it’s water. We have to boil it.
Yeah that’s it dude!
said Dee excitedly.
Jay looked at Stone’s dirty face and the stripe of black hair down the centre of his head and thought how ill he looked. She guessed they would all look that bad by the