Starplex

“All personnel,” said Lianne’s voice, reverberating over the speakers, “brace for possible turbulence.”

Suddenly a large, irregular object eclipsed part of the view. “Gawst’s ship,” said Lianne. “He’s pushed off our hull. Probably thinks we’ve all gone insane.”

“I could grab him with another tractor,” said Rhombus.

Keith smiled. “No, let him go. If he thinks his chances are better with the darmats, that’s fine by me.”

“Eighty seconds, mark,” said Rhombus, orange clamps rising up from the invisible floor to hold on to his wheels.

“One-point-four degrees to port, magnet,” said Jag. “You’re going to miss the shortcut.”

“Adjusting course.”

“Sixty seconds, mark.”

“Everyone hold on,” said Lianne. “It’s—”

Blackness. Weightlessness.

“God damn it!” Thor’s voice.

Barking—Jag speaking. No translation from PHANTOM.

Flickering lights—the only illumination in the room: Rhombus saying something.

“Power failure!” shouted Thor.

Red emergency lighting came on, as did emergency gravity—a priority because of the Ibs. There were loud splashing sounds from either side of the room: the water in the dolphin workstations had swelled up into great dome shapes under zero gravity, domes that had collapsed, splattering liquid everywhere as weight returned.

No holographic bubble surrounded the bridge; instead its blue-gray plastiform walls were visible. Keith was still in his chair, but Jag was on the floor, obviously having lost his balance during the brief period of zero-g.

The three consoles in the front row—lnOps, Helm, and ExOps—flickered back into life. The back-row stations were less critical, and stayed off, conserving battery power.

“We’ve lost the Rumrunner,” said Rhombus. “It was cut loose when the tractor beam died.”

“Abort the shortcut insertion!” snapped Keith.

“Way too late for that,” said Thor. “We’re going through under momentum.”

Keith closed his eyes. “Which way did the Rumrunner go?”

“No way to tell until I get my scanners back on-line,” said Rhombus, “but—well, we were hauling her in, meaning she would have been moving pretty much in a line back toward the green star…”

“The number-one generator blew,” interjected Lianne, consulting readouts. “Battle damage. I’m switching over to standby generators.”

PHANTOM’s voice: “Re-in-ish-il-i-zing. On-line.”

The holographic bubble re-formed, beginning as a burst of whiteness all around them, then settling down to the exterior view, dominated by the green star, the rest obscured by the pursuing tendrils of dark matter. Keith looked in vain for any sign of the Rumrunner.

Thor’s voice: “Ten seconds to shortcut insertion, mark. Nine. Eight.”

Lianne’s voice, overtop, coming from the public-address speakers. “We should have full power back in sixty seconds. Prepare—”

“Two. One. Contact!” The red emergency lighting flickered. The shortcut appeared like a ring of violet arcing around them, visible above their heads and beneath their feet, as the infinitesimal point expanded to swallow the massive ship.

Everything to the stern of the ring was the now familiar sky of the green star and the pursuing dark matter. But in front of the ring was an almost completely black sky. The passage through the shortcut took only a few moments as Starplex hurtled through at breakneck speed.

Keith shuddered as he realized what had happened. Rhombus’s lights swirled in patterns of astonishment. Lianne made a small sound in her throat. Jag was reflexively smoothing his fur.

All around was black emptiness, except for an indistinct white oval and three smaller white splotches high above their heads, and a handful of fainter white smudges tossed at random against the night.

They had emerged in the empty void of intergalactic space. The white splotches weren’t stars; they were whole galaxies.

And not one of them looked like the Milky Way.

Chapter XVIII

Rissa felt her throat constricting as the Rumrunner was flung away from Starplex.

“What happened?” she called.

But Longbottle was too busy to answer. He was twisting and turning in his tank, fighting to bring the ship under control. On her monitors, Rissa saw the green star swelling ahead of them, its surface a roiling ocean of fiery emerald, jade, and malachite.

She fought down a wave of panic, and tried to assess for herself what had gone wrong. There’s no way Keith would have cut power to the tractor beam, so either Gawst had used some sort of interfering transmission to sever the tractor, or Starplex had suffered a power failure. Either way, they’d been hurled away from the mothership, and almost directly toward the star. Through the clear wall between her air-filled chamber and Longbottle’s water-filled one, Rissa saw the dolphin sharply arching his body in what seemed to be a painful way, and bashing the side of his head against the opposite wall, as if by that sheer additional effort he could force the ship in the direction he wanted it to go.