Spaceberg: Space Squad 51, #1
By M. Pax
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This berg has balls and they bite.
Spaceberg arrives without warning. The size of Jupiter, it hits with deadly consequences, taking out ships and colonies in the outer solar system.
Orbital Rescue Squad 51 is first on the scene with the most decorated first responder in the Sol. Nikili Echols battles the mega disaster to save her family, everyone in trouble, and entire worlds. With time running short, she's forced to team up with her ex-husband in order to rescue their daughter and to save what remains of the solar system. His superstitions irk her like gas, but luck and organic plastic is what her plan needs to prevail.
M. Pax
Author for those who love to leave this world, M. Pax is the author of the space opera adventure series, The Backworlds, and the weird-western, steampunk series, The Rifters. Fantasy, science fiction, and the weird beckons to her. She blames Oregon, a source of endless inspiration. She enjoys exploring its quirky corners in her Jeep.
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Spaceberg - M. Pax
Captain Khaled Castillo glared at the yellow warning light. It wouldn’t shut off. Sometimes the holographic alerts projected throughout the ship were a godsend. Sometimes they were a pain in the patooka.
What did you hit?
he asked his ship; a hauler with the name Harene. The artificial intelligence managing the hauler had the same name, Harene. There was no real difference between the AI and the ship.
Checking over the walls for immediate threats, Khaled pushed off his bunk. His room was only two feet larger than the two bunks stacked on top of each other. He hunched to clear the doorway, his dark hand cushioning the top of the doorframe in case his head bumped against it. His unruly curls brushed against his fingers, and he hustled the seven steps to the alcove housing his hauler’s flight control.
Impact. Panel 13B, starboard,
Harene answered.
Khaled stopped in flight control and read the reports about the status of the hauler on the gel glass monitor.
Harene’s robotic voice had a slight lilt from a bygone dialect of a bygone era. No one had occupied the colonies on Haumea in two decades. Settling the dwarf planet had been a necessary jump in humankind’s spread into the outer solar system, but Haumea had been quickly abandoned for Makemake and Eris once several engineered ‘stars’ were ignited to light up the Kuiper Belt. The new ring of mini stars marking the boundary between the inner and outer solar system shone bright in a literal sense, and as a great achievement of engineering. Despite the pride every human ought to feel, Innlings found the new stars annoying and demanded shields be added to dim them.
Khaled thought it stupid. Light was life. At least in this solar system. There was another solar system, not so far away, with a dead star and no light except from neighboring systems. Rumors from exploration crews whispered about ravenous beings feeding on the darkness. Khaled refused to think about it. Boogie stories had no place on the Stellar Way, nor off it on untraveled flight paths either.
In the claustrophobic confines of flight control, he banged a fist against the pliable glass monitor. The fit of violence did nothing to coax Harene to reply with a better answer. Harene needed an overhaul, an illegal one. Maybe the cargo Khaled had picked up at Serenity Sol Station—an artificial world orbiting the artificial sun, Z’ha’dum—would allow for the expensive upgrade.
What made the impact?
he asked, wishing for the twelve billionth time the Council of Human Occupied Planets (CHOP) hadn’t ruled to hobble AIs. For one, Harene would be a better companion. For two, it’d quit playing dumb to his questions.
Shaped like a propeller—a disc with three paddle-shaped protrusions—his hauler had left Serenity Sol Station two days ago. He was headed toward Orcus for a brief stop before continuing to Makemake. Only three hours from orbit, he itched to begin landing procedures. There was a pretty gal he liked at the main settlement on Orcus, and he had enough scratch to buy her a drink. Two if he didn’t buy one for himself.
Flight control emptied into the living space, a mostly sky-blue room, twelve foot by twelve foot. Khaled barreled through it and fifteen projections of the yellow beacon alerting him to minor hull damage. Harene excelled at overkill. He rushed into cargo bay three and wove through the stacks of crates to examine the affected sector. No loss of integrity was visible from the inside.
Complete view of panel 13B, starboard, please, Harene.
The ship wall faded to translucent, revealing what harm had been done outside. A jagged shard of glass, ice, or maybe it was a crystal, jutted like an extra rudder. That it hadn’t sliced Khaled’s hauler in two was miraculous.
He peered closer, his nose grazing against the wall. What is it?
I require a more precise inquiry, Captain Castillo.
Must we be so formal? We’ve been cohabiting for three years.
Harene was Khaled’s newest hauler, yet it wasn’t new. He wished he could afford a human navigator, but he acquired crap no one else wanted on the slim hope someone would pay him for it.
Profit had been miniscule so far. However, his latest cargo was special. It came from Earth. He had purchased the crates unopened, which saved him a freighter-sized chunk of currency, and the seller had moved the crates onto Harene at no extra cost; a major bonus when profit margins were as slim as Khaled’s. Despite the constant gnaw of curiosity, he hadn’t dared to open a crate. If it was crap, he’d make more profit selling it the way he had bought it. He leaned against the closest stack, savoring the aroma of plastic. If the cargo contained plastic from Earth, he’d be rich enough to attract twelve wives. Only, he wasn’t ready for a wife yet.
Harene, whip around hard and fast port side.
Khaled gripped onto a hold molded into the composite of nanites from which his hauler had been constructed. Harene angled sharply, picking up velocity. The piece of space trash held fast.
Khaled sighed. Do I have to go out there?
The yellow beacon deepened, bordering on orange.
Harene? Update.
Environment is compromised. Hull composition compromised.
What?
Khaled swiped at a gel glass panel set into the nanite composite wall. Xylomannan, an antifreeze fundamental to hull integrity, was being depleted. The space rock is doing this?
Unknown.
I have to cut it loose.
Khaled marched to the locker beside the airlock and shrugged into his spacesuit. Check seals on my suit and send a distress call to Orbital Rescue.
Seals are at one hundred percent, Captain Castillo. Message sent to ORS.
He clicked on the helmet and trudged into the hatch, sealing the inner door behind him. He hitched himself to the shortest tether, and a holographic bar displayed how depressurization of the airlock progressed. The holographic icon flashed blue when he could safely open the outer door. He held his glove over a small patch on his wrist to trigger the latch release. The door slid upward. Wish me luck.
I cannot wish, Captain Castillo. It is against CHOP regulations.
If Khaled couldn’t afford the illegal upgrade soon, he’d go mad. Built-in thrusters across the back of the suit went off, gently propelling him out of the hauler. When he reached the rope’s limit, the tether jerked him back against the ship. He deployed the magnets in his suit and stuck himself fast to the hull before he bounced away. One jerk on the tether line was enough. The bruising would last for a week.
He adjusted the hold strength of his mag boots and switched off the magnets in his suit. Tromping, as if he walked through a pool filled with hardening gum, he made his way toward the piece of debris protruding from his hauler. After seven steps, he had to rest to keep perspiration and his breathing under control. Sweating too much would make him cold. Stressing his vitals and passing out would make the situation worse.
Remind me I need to work out more regularly when this crisis is over, Harene.
He didn’t have any extra flesh, but he could do with improving his endurance.
How frequently would you like the reminder, Captain Castillo?
Twice a day will do.
Any more than that, and his AI would push him over the edge. It was so close already.
Another ten steps and he reached his goal. The Harene wasn’t a huge vessel: three large cargo holds that could be converted to other uses when not holding freight, engineering, flight control, a small living space, and two bunk rooms made up the ship. To make it as efficient as possible, he could flip gravity on the hauler. His exercise equipment was on the ceiling of the living space. He’d have to quit being lazy about reversing gravitational orientation.
He ran his gloved hand along the jagged edge of the space trash. As ragged as it was, he’d guess it had broken off of something bigger. He activated the scanner on his glove, bathing the object in electronic inquiries. The answers scrolled across the faceplate of his helmet. Ice.
Water ice, Harene?
There were myriad types of ice, including water ice.
Correct, Captain Castillo.
His eyebrows rose. Pure water ice? What type?
Type one, Captain Castillo.
What’s the best price? Where?
Pure water ice was a rare commodity in the solar system. I’m about to become very, very rich.
A grin spread his gaunt cheeks.
The current best market for water is the space station Ylla, between Makemake and Eris. Last currency transaction, five hundred thousand rations per kiloton.
How big is this chunk?
Calculations based on drag put it at two point five kilotons.
Huckamucka!
His girl on Orcus could bathe in cocktails; maybe she’d agree to be his navigator. Deploy bots to ready cargo hold three for our icy guest.
Cargo three contains crates obtained on Serenity Sol Station.
I know. Move the crates out of there.
Cargo holds one and two are filled to maximum.
Move the boxes to the living space and bunk room two then.
Order given, Captain Castillo.
Send a bot out here with a loader and mining equipment.
Moments later, a bot joined Khaled on the hull. Together, they spun through space, the bot more aware of the surrounding stars than Khaled. His full attention never wavered from the slab of ice. He drilled a series of holes with a plasma drill then used a blade to saw off a good chunk. A few pieces drifted free.
Bot, retrieve fragments.
The little droid zipped off, vacuuming up the stray bits of ice. The bot dumped them in the enclosed loader with the bigger chunks. When the loader was full, the bot tugged the loader inside cargo hold three then returned. The droid and Khaled repeated the process until the entire chunk was inside the ship.
He knelt and examined the hull, running his gloved fingers over the rip. It’s not a very deep gouge. Why was the ice so stuck?
I do not understand the question, Captain Castillo.
Of course Harene