Hunting Teddy Bears

By J. Paul Cooper

Caslem, Earth's first deep-space colony is attacked by a pair of assassins. A small DNA sample proves they belong to a species known as Therloxians, nicknamed Teddy Bears by humans. To provide them with an alibi, Karzon, the planet that hired the assassins, has them registered as prisoners at a mining complex on the Karzonian home planet. 

Fearing that Earth computers have been hacked, the Earth Security Divison has to find and train someone who is off the grid. Coulter Hazlow, a student at the Western Canadian Space Academy in Calgary accepts the assignment. All Coulter has to do is travel into deep-space, get thrown in prison by a brutal totalitarian regime, find and kill two professional assassins, and escape from a prison no one has ever escaped from before. He'll need some help.   

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. Paul Cooper
• Release date: May 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201994990

J. Paul Cooper

J. Paul Cooper has a Bachelor of Arts (Political Science) and a Certificate in Creative Writing. His articles, essays and short stories have been published in print anthologies, literary journals, magazines, and newspapers. He has also written several unproduced screenplays.   

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CHAPTER ONE

The fire had reached the propulsion system, and twenty-year-old Coulter Hazlow had allowed it to happen. If he had immediately ordered the vents open in the cargo hold, the vacuum of space would have sucked out the oxygen that fed the blaze. His decision would have stopped the fire spreading throughout the vessel, but it would have also killed Johnson.  His brief hesitation allowed the fire to grow. Now the priority had switched from fighting the blaze, and trying to save Johnson, to getting off the deep space freighter before it exploded.

Coulter followed  his crewmembers through the disorientating chaos of thick smoke, deafening alarms and flashing emergency lights. As the designated squad leader, Coulter was the last crewmember to enter what was known as the vault, where they could all safely enter the

escape pods. The vault had a self-contained life support system and was designed to withstand extreme heat and pressure.

Slamming the vault’s hatch shut, Coulter checked the crew list. The three escape pods held five crewmembers each. Including himself, fourteen  were accounted for.

I had no choice, he whispered.

Coulter forced himself to concentrate on the task at hand, as his mind struggled with the death of a crewmember he was responsible for.  He wanted to turn around, go back and find him, but it was too late. The temperature had risen so high in the propulsion unit that their evac suits would melt. Any attempt to rescue Johnson would be suicidal.

Coulter checked that all of the crewmembers in the vault were strapped securely in their  escape pods, then entered the last one himself.  

Francine Jacobs, his best friend, watched him as he adjusted his safety harness. He might still be alive.

I hope not, Coulter replied.

Coulter waited until the first two escape pods had jettisoned, then typed the six-digit code on the wall panel. He watched through a window as the space freighter shrank in the distance. Moments later, the freighter disappeared in a brilliant flash.

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Coulter, and his fellow classmates at the Western Canadian Space Academy, were reviewing the results of the safety drill. There were three large screens on the wall; the left screen showed a schematic of the vessel, and the location of each crewmember. The center screen was

divided into squares, each showing the face of a crewmember. When a crewmember spoke, the square surrounding his or her image flashed bright orange. It also displayed their vital signs, so it was easy to determine who was beginning to panic.

The communication system had a design similar to those on many vessels, only one crewmember at a time could be heard. It avoided the hassle of trying to make sense of a garbled conversation, and it also trained students to keep sentences short and to the point. 

For the drill currently under review, the simulation had depicted a deep space freighter. In previous weeks it had been a mining vessel, or a cruise ship.  The instructor, Commander Ackerland, taught at the Space Academy, but retained her rank as a reserve officer in the Earth Defence Force. What do you think about Coulter’s decision to leave Johnson behind?

Astor Johnson put up his hand. A very poor decision Commander. Losing a highly skilled, intelligent, good-looking, humble young man, with such tremendous potential, was a great loss to the human race.    

Ackerland smiled. Alright, other than the great loss to humanity, was it the right decision?

Coulter put up his hand. I shouldn’t have hesitated to open the vents, it might have saved the ship.

In this case, the commander added, we can’t be sure if it would have worked. As soon as the vents were closed again, life support would have flooded the corridors with oxygen, and the fire may have reignited.

Astor put his hand up. But, there might not have been enough latent heat to reignite the fire.

That’s true Ackerland replied, but since the fire had been causing minor explosions, live wires may have been exposed. Oxygen. Sparks. Fire.     

So, I did the right thing by leaving the vents shut? asked Coulter.

The commander shook her head. "No. You should have at least tried opening the vents. Since you didn’t, fourteen crewmembers are adrift in deep space. If you’re lucky, another vessel will pick you up before you run out of oxygen. However, depending on which vessel stops for you, you might be better off running out of oxygen. There are many regions in the universe where slave trading is a very profitable business. 

The academy logo appeared on the two side screens and a list replaced the images of students on the center screen.  These jurisdictions, Commander Ackerland continued, "are signatories to the Universal Safety Protocol. Although there are always companies and individuals who ignore the rules, most vessels operating under the Universal Safety Protocol will have safety standards comparable to Earth standards. If you choose to join the crews of

vessels from other jurisdictions, you might find yourself working in extremely dangerous conditions. 

Francine raised her hand. Haven’t some Academy graduates worked in jurisdictions, that haven’t signed the Universal Safety Protocol? If the rumours are true, you can earn a lifetime of credits in a couple of years.

What it really boils down to, Commander Ackerland replied, is how much risk you’re willing to accept, and whether it’s worth the end results. A couple of my classmates, from this academy, went to work on mining ships that hadn’t signed the Universal Safety Protocol. One of them came back to Earth with enough credits to start his own business. The second student died; she was a good friend, and her name was Sarah. Fortunately, her body was found, so her family knows she’s gone, and they aren’t waiting for a message that will never arrive.   

If you lose contact with someone, isn’t there an investigation? asked Francine. 

You can ask as many questions as you like, replied the commander, but you may not get any answers. All a company has to say is the crewmember resigned,  and they have no idea where he or she went. 

So, Francine continued, if no body is found, what happens?  

Then the person is listed as missing, the commander said. Your friend or family member may have died, she could be rotting in an alien prison, or worse.

Worse? Coulter asked. 

Like I said earlier, the commander replied, slave trading is a very profitable business.  

If it’s so dangerous, should we be travelling into deep space? asked Coulter.

Definitely! replied the commander. In 1969 travelling to the moon was very dangerous. The first mission to Mars, even more so. The scientists travelling into deep space, to  establish the colony on Caslem are taking a great risk. There’s no progress, unless you accept the challenge. 

Coulter paused. The first transport ships leave next week.

You must be proud, said the commander, that your father’s sister is part of the Caslem mission.

I am proud, replied Coulter. But,  I’m also terrified.

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It was only a 600 km journey from Calgary to the Canadian International Spaceport in Saskatoon, one of several funded by the Deep-Space Commerce and Exploration Agency. Soon it would be time to say good-bye to his Aunt Angela, perhaps forever. He fought back tears as the family’s sky car travelled above fields of wheat and canola. 

Coulter was glad that his Aunt Angela had been at his high school graduation, the class of  2081, two years earlier. He looked forward to visiting her on Caslem, once he graduatd from the four-year Operations and Navigation program.  Perhaps he’d go to Caslem as a crewmember on a supply vessel.

The sky car began its descent as it approached the spaceport. No flying vehicles of any description were allowed within a ten-kilometer radius of the facility. Settling on a landing pad near the main road, the vehicle’s wheels extended and Coulter and his family joined the busy highway traffic. This would be perhaps the most important day in human history, as supply ships began their voyage to establish the first Earth colony in deep space. The ships’ crewmembers would be part of the colony, because the vessels themselves would be the first buildings on the surface. 

At 0200 GMT, August 6th, six vessels would launch, one each from Canada, France, South Africa, China, India, and the United States. Two years later, four more vessels would launch from Russia, Brazil, the Philippines, and Great Britain.

I can’t believe it, my little sister is about to make history, Reggie, Coulter’s father said.  He was sitting in the passenger seat, while Coulter’s mother, Sandra was in the driver’s seat. 

The left front seat was still called the driver’s seat. Legally, whoever sat there was responsible for watching the road and taking control of the vehicle if necessary. If the onboard computer detected an aberration, whether it was a problem with the vehicle, or the signals received by beacons, control of the vehicle would be transferred to the joystick between the two front seats. 

Many drivers read eBooks, watched movies, or took naps during long trips, assuming that

technology had finally conquered Murphy’s Law. Sandra was relaxed, but watching the road. Regardless how well safety systems and signal beacons were designed, you were still

surrounded by other vehicles travelling at one hundred kilometers per hour. Although they were less frequent than in the past, accidents still happened.  

Coulter sat in the back, next to his fourteen-year-old sister, Jessie.

How long will it be, before we see Aunt Angela again? asked Jessie. I know we’ll be able to watch the video reports, but it won’t be the same.

It’s expected to be a ten year rotation, answered Sandra. so she’ll have to watch a video of  your university graduation.

If I go to university, replied Jessie.

Sandra looked back at her daughter. It’s your future.

Arriving at the spaceport’s first check-point, the sky car was scanned for explosives, and its registration checked to confirm it wasn’t a stolen vehicle. Once they’d parked the vehicle and entered the main building, processing continued with full-body x-rays and retinal scans. The retinal scans were linked to police and public health databases. If you had a criminal record, were under investigation, or on any government watch list, the guards would take you aside for questioning. If your name appeared on a list of patients that had previously been infected with a serious illness, you’d be taken aside for an interview with medical personnel. 

Since most international databases were now interlinked, it didn’t matter if you were from Oxford, Moscow, or Helsinki. Your entire life was just a file that anyone with the right access code could explore.

Once they’d all been identified as family members, the Hazlows were escorted to a private room. Angela stood on the other side of a glass wall, protecting her from any potential viruses. 

Well folks, this is my life. Angela began. I’m basically an oversized lab rat.

Maybe, Jessie smiled, but a good looking one.

Angela laughed. I guess I shouldn’t complain, I’m also a well-paid lab rat. 

How about that! Reggie said. I was the first Hazlow to make it past Earth’s gravity, but my little sister will be will be the first Hazlow to live in deep space. 

Coulter put his hand against the glass. "Promise you’ll come back to Earth