Three Years

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3031 AF

“I think it’s time.”

  “Time for what…?”

  “Don’t tell me you’re still unconvinced.”

  “I just really like Tyler.”

  “She’s a girl…”

  “Tyler can be a girl’s name.”

  “Do you want people to make fun of her for being a girl with a boy’s name?  Need I remind you people are jerks.”

  “I might have more faith in society than you.”

  “Now you’re being a jerk.”

  “Uh, thanks.”

  “So it’s settled then.”

  “No, it’s really not – stop staring at me like that!  Okay!  Fine.  Name her what you want.”

  “No, we have to do it together.”

  “Alright.  We’ll name her what you want.”

  “Say it.”

  “Her name will be-“

  A ship wide klaxon pulled Aiden from his power nap.  Something thumping against the wall next to him caught his attention, and he was astonished to see the sound was that of his arm hitting the bulkhead repeatedly.  His very numb arm, that he’d slept with pressed behind his neck.  It happened.  Already he was getting the tinglies.

He remembered the ever present klaxon as it continued its incessant, fire alarm-like blare.  Maybe it was the fire alarm.  Aiden unslouched himself to his feet and exited the mess cabin into the ship’s central corridor, a utilitarian structure serving to bridge different parts of the ship, designed with as much a mind to fanciness and comfort as a prison block.  He noticed the intermediary status lights were flashing blue.  Blue alert, he pieced together, ruled out a fire.  Rather it indicated the ship was landing.

To the rear of the corridor was a ladder leading up through a deckhead hatch, which he pushed open to enter the bridge of the starship, Renaissance.  The blond haired pilot sat with his hands wrapped tightly to the controls, while a woman with dark red hair sat angled away at the comm station, furiously looking between different data monitors. 

“This ship is trash,” Mara repeated for the tenth time, seeing Aiden buckle into the next seat over, “we’re going shopping first thing when we land.”

“If we land it,” the pilot muttered.

“You’ll land it,” Aiden said, although one look at the windows – or lack thereof - reduced the sentiment to sweet nothings.  The cabin windows had all been shot out, thanks to an encounter with spaceborne Maelstrom not an hour before, and since layered over by the very opaque blast doors.  Despite his instruments, Luke Mercury was flying blind.

“300 feet,” Mara reported when the ship gave an upward lurch sending debris flying.

“Felt like 3,” Aiden quipped.

“It would seem,” Mara amended, “my altimeter’s off.”

“What was that?” Luke called.

Mara did some quick calculations.  “We’re at 10 feet.”

Luke pulled the stick back.

“NO!” Mara yelled.  “GO DOWN!  WE’RE LANDING!”

“We’re going too fast-“ Luke protested.

“POINT.  DOWN.”

“Intrepid?”

“Do it,” Aiden affirmed, ignoring the incorrect name use in the moment’s panic.  Mara grabbed the intercom receiver and speakers crackled to life across the downward pitching ship.

“Attention, passengers,” echoed Mara’s voice across the rest of the ship, “please brace for impact, there is no cause for alarm,” and they fastened their auxiliary harnesses.

“Honestly I am pretty alarmed,” she said, turning around to face Aiden.

“Yeah,” Aiden said, looking past her, past Luke, at the windowless window.  “I rather not look that way either, but my seat doesn’t rotate.”

Mara smirked.  “Happy birthday,” she said, then the ship crashed.

. . .

According to the universal time widget on his iBrick, Aiden Talmid had turned nineteen years old the day before, and instead of seeing a concert, going out clubbing, or doing normal people things, he was eating freeze dried rations with a crashed ship’s crew outside the shipwreck of the aforementioned starship, a cargo cat christened Renaissance.  Illuminated around the fire pit were the faces of the cousins Luke and Mara Mercury and the three others who’d made the trek from Nimbus Station with him: a short, thin, red haired kid named Ben Talmid, although he was a Talmid in name only.  He was the son of another dimension’s Mara Mercury and Ray Handerson, but after Ray’s death the boy had been adopted by that same dimension’s Aiden, who had married the widowed Mara after the death of his own wife, Kate.

Five years ago, Aiden would have blushed a deep red thinking about the relationships of such an interdimensional counterpart.  Three years ago, he might not have cared at all.  Things got pretty screwed up in the time between, and some things afterward, and so remained a lot of things.  Now, he just needed to survive the night.

The next face was over thirty years old, a few weeks unshaven, and belonged to a man currently in the process of talking and eating at the same time.  While his Nexus Force given name was Skilled Honored Ninja, he was also known as Shard.  He was an interdimensional wayfarer like Ben, and from the same dimension.  In between chicken wings he was mouthing out the names of constellations.  “And there’s the Wildcat, munch, that one’s Aquila, and just over those trees, Hwin.”

The third accompanier, while not from another dimension, practically lived in one.  Her narrowed blue eyes followed a ballpoint pen held between manicured fingers, powering through lines of notes on the structures of the universe, the structure of Unverse, and the theories and equations behind breaking the wall between those two.  Her lips were pursed in concentration between prominent, misnomered laugh lines.  The girl rarely smiled, though she was not depressed.  With indigo blue hair currently cut to shoulder-length, tied neatly in the back, and apparently natural, Juiliet Idyllia was the last passenger of Renaissance’s final voyage.

“Shard,” the girl cut in before the man could point out another obscure astrological sign, “no one cares.”

“Class act, Juiliet,” Shard said without looking down from the stars, while consuming another ketchup-dipped wing.  “Good chicken, this chicken.  You know, my astrological skills don’t end at constellation identification – I can read the stars, too.  They’re telling me your destiny, want to hear it?”

Juiliet flipped to a new page and resumed her frantic, blue ink shorthand.  Without hesitation, she responded, “No.”

“Oh, it’s an important one.  The stars say you could die.”

Luke coughed and snorted water out of his nose.  “That’s son of a gun.  There’s always a chance we can die.  Especially on this mission.”

“Objection,” Mara voiced.  “’We’ is inaccurate.  Only Shard, Ben, Juiliet, and Aiden can die, because I’m not stepping through that disruption.”  She fixed Luke with a hard glare.  “And neither are you, Luke.  You are forbidden to die.”

Luke shrugged.  “Fine with me.”

“No one’s going to die.” Aiden said.

“Yeah,” Mara sniffed, “and you said Luke would land the ship.”

“He did.”

“I did.” Luke agreed.

“No, you bumfuzzle.  You freaking crashed the ship.  You didn’t even crash land it, just a good old crash.  Crash, boom, bang, and shebang, we’re stranded on this goshforsaken planet.” Mara folded her arms.  “In the middle of nowhere.”

Shard pointed his chewing jaw to the southern horizon.  “There’s a city right there.”

“That’s where you were supposed to land,” Juiliet dug.

“May as well not be there, since no one’s coming to rescue us.” Mara pointed out.

“People are jerks,” Aiden said.

“Yeah.” Mara agreed.

“Yeah.” Luke nodded.

“I’m inclined to agree.” Juiliet said.

“Yeah.” Ben said quietly.  “Now please shut up, all of you.”

Shard finished the last chicken wing.  “Yeah.”

. - -

“Hey,” Mara said to him as Aiden was sorting his knapsack.

“Yeah?” Aiden said, pushing a pack of modules off to the side – to be discarded with the ship, and from his pile of various weapons he selected his Pneumatic Drill of Blasting to slide into the bag’s depths.

“Happy birthday,” Mara said from the doorway.

Aiden did a mental calculation.  “Now you’re two days late.”

“We’re having a party when we get to Jericho.” Mara said, of the city that was their destination.  “All in honor of our very own Intrepid Fusion Eclipse.”

“After we buy a new ship?” Aiden reminded.

The girl waved a hand dismissively.  “We don’t need a ship.”

Aiden shrugged away the about face.  “Okay.”  Then he reminded her, “I go by Aiden, now.”

“Too bad, you’ll always be Intrepid to me.  We don’t need a ship right now, anyway.  We have rockets.” Mara continued, while Aiden went back to sorting.  In the pile of weapons, under a force blade, he found what he was looking for, the LW A47 Versā, etymologized from versatility, synonymous with multi, as the weapon was also called a multiblaster for its several uses: ranged weapon, flamethrower, thinking cap, stun gun, all in one, it was a device that could make Skilled Honored Ninja proud.

“Almost twenty, huh,” Mara revived the subject again.

“It doesn’t really matter,” Aiden said, hooking the Versā to his belt and doing a quick peruse of the remaining items to organize.  More rations, armor shine, healing potions, firecracker nades, flash bangs, a few contemporary models of handgun, a longsword, throwing knives… he crammed it all into the backpack and hefted it up.  It felt heavier than before, considering his legs had cramped from sitting Indian-style on the floor for the last five minutes.

“Ready to go?” Mara asked, shaking her head with impatience.  The motion sent her bangs slapping across her face.

“One moment,” Aiden lifted his hands over his head and stretched.  He heard Mara snort at the inevitable lifting of his shirt.  When he was done, he turned to the now vacant doorway and exited.  The ship corridor was more busted looking than the day before, courtesy of Luke’s landing.  It got them from point A to point B, Nimbus Station to Jirdia, three thousand lightyears.  Its job was done.

Once outside, he met with Luke, Mara, Ben, Shard, and Juiliet standing a couple hundred yards from the ship.  In Luke’s hand was a remote detonator.

“What are you-“ Aiden started.

“The starship Renaissance,” Luke began.  “H class cargo cat, with a cockpit in the back, and ugly as heck.  Yet having got us through a Maelstrom attack unscathed, we are forever in her debt.”

“No, seriously,” Aiden tried again, “you’re not blowing up the ship.”  He made a dash for the blond boy – man, actually, Luke was twenty – colliding just in time to stop Luke’s trigger finger from depressing the big red button.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Luke protested, pushing his attacker off him – Aiden stepped back, grinning, the detonator now in his hand.

Then Mara caught him in a chokehold, the detonator flew into her other hand, and she pressed the button.

The explosion caused her to let go and Aiden whirled around in time to see Renaissance’s nameplate be enveloped by the flames, along with its registration number, a trace of which would have revealed the ship’s titled owner as Intrepid Fusion Eclipse of the Leek Works Corporation.

“You just blew up my ship,” Aiden stated.  “That cost me 10 million coins.”

“You might get a hundred now for its scrap metal,” Ben said quietly.

“Damn you,” Aiden muttered.  “Not you, Ben; Luke, Mara, damn you.”

Luke just sniffed and Mara cackled devilishly.  Shard offered a resigned shrug.  Juiliet returned to her notes and Ben stared at his feet.

Aiden shook his head.

. -

The fifteen mile walk off the beaten path to Jericho took all of the morning.  By midday they entered the city and following the advice of Juiliet, natively from the planet, they quickly and inconspicuously began to mingle with the diversified population.  Figorians of many races, faces, and manners of dress passed them on the streets of this modern, developed world.  In their casually outrageous attires, the Renaissance team fit right in.

“Should have landed there,” Shard quipped, pointing out a landing port where every thirty seconds an airship would take off and another would land.

“Next time a Bazooka Stromling blows out our windows, you try flying.” Luke retorted.

Recalling Renaissance’s fiery demise, Aiden stated, “None of you are flying a ship of mine again.”

Mara laughed.  “Good luck staying committed to that.”

She knew he wouldn’t.

“We should, like, get married,” she added.

“Now where would you get an idea like that?” Aiden said, knowing exactly where from.

The girl winked.

“Hell no,” Luke cut in.  “I’m not being that guy’s brother in law.”

“I thought they were cousins,” Juiliet spoke up as they approached, after ambling for half a mile down a busy road, to a bus stop.

“They are,” Aiden answered her.  “Destination check?”

Mara summoned her iBrick and reported, “A university parkway a mile past that hill,” speaking of a steeply elevated road leading up a hillcrest to the northwest.

“Think it’s faster by bus or walking?” Aiden wondered.

“I’m riding,” Luke declared.

“I’m with him.” Mara joined in.

Aiden shrugged.

Shard paused for a moment to sniff, “Lazy people,” before walking by.

“Nerd, it’s called saving energy,” Luke shot back.

Aiden shrugged.  “Catch you later,” and entered a quick jog after the janitor, Juiliet, and Ben who had kept up their stride.  Against the current of pedestrian traffic he caught up to them – although such a thing was pointless.

Their point of interest was more or less an entire swath of land that needed staking out, as not even the advanced radar technology gifted to Leek Works by the Nexus Force could pinpoint the exact location of any object in the universe – especially something as faint as a spatial anomaly five billion miles away from the nearest radar relay on a deep space Nexus Force starship.  Splitting up was part of the plan.

- .

Seated on a lakeside park bench, sunglasses over his eyes and an iBrick held to his ear, Aiden’s focus was divided.  Half of his attention was on the people in passing, primarily students from the local university, using the parkway to travel between campus locations.  Others stayed put, enjoying the lakeside environment.  His scrutiny was essential to ensuring the mission was a go.  There could be no suspicion of foul elements.

So far, all seemed clear.  Aiden had long ago confirmed his location was tangent to the projected epicenter of the disturbance.

Back on Nimbus Station, the Renaissance team’s target had been described as a “distortion in the consistency of fringe Unverse” in the mission plan.  As ascribed before, its exact location was not yet pinpointed, but that would change if Aiden and the others were successful.  They carried three subspace repeaters for detecting, and amplifying, micro gravitational vibrations in space indicative of a nascent breach in Unverse, although the possibility of taking it beyond that remained in the theoretical.

“Ash Team reporting,” Juiliet’s voice came across a secure line, “Shard and I are in position with the receiver.”

“Wynn Team reporting,” Aiden responded quietly, “acknowledged.”

“Any update from Ethel team?”

After a few moments of silence, Aiden grimaced and loudly mused, “They’re probably still on the bus.”

“We can hear you, idiots,” said Luke.  “We are not on the bus.  We are outside the library and trying to be inconspicuous.”

“Ash Shadow here; how inconspicuous of you to say that, m’Luke.” came Shard’s voice from Juiliet’s location.

“Do you have an ETA?” Aiden asked.

“Twenty seconds,” Luke gave him.

Another line crackled to life.  “Wynn Auxiliary reporting,” came Ben’s soft voice.  Acting as Aiden’s shadow, he was observing Aiden and his surroundings from afar for threats.  “We have a Nexus Force Code Gray, advising an abort.”  To Aiden, he instructed, “Without turning your head, look to your right.  Three benches down.”

Crap, Aiden thought, daring not to say anything nor so much as breathe any differently while doing as told.  He panned his eyes to the right, past the point where his left eye’s view was blocked by his nose – he couldn’t quite move them separately, yet – and counted three benches down.  The first supporting a cuddling couple, the next was occupied by some friends, and on the third one he saw her dressed in a simple dark coat.  Long, almost black hair draped over her shoulders to brush her crossed arms.  Like Aiden, she was facing straight ahead, which meant nothing as she too wore sunglasses.  Like Aiden, they obscured the true direction of her attention, and in their immediate vicinities, they were the only ones wearing them.

“Repeat, please?” Luke asked.  “Did you say abort?”

“I repeat, abort.” Ben confirmed.  “It’s a Code Gray.”

“What’s a Code Gray?” Luke asked.

Shard audibly facepalmed.  “Freaking check your log book.”

Through the receiver Aiden heard Luke grumble something.  After a moment he sighed, “Standing by,” followed by affirmative three ‘standing by’s from the rest of Ash and Ethel teams and their shadows.

He stared sidelong at the sunglasses girl three benches down again.  In itself, a choice in attire was insufficient cause for suspicious.  To request a mission abort, Ben had to have a pretty damn good reason to suspect this person, and from what Aiden could see, he was inclined to agree with Ben’s call for a Code Gray, because he recognized this girl too.  She was someone he hadn’t seen in three years, since the last time he’d been hands on with Unverse.  They’d fought but neither had won or lost, like equal and opposite.  He didn’t know her name or where she was from, and the only person he thought could, Tiberius Talmid, had disappeared a long time ago…

If she was here, she probably recognized him, too.

Alright, Aiden thought to himself.  “Alright,” he muttered to the team.  The Code Gray call meant a person of interest had been identified, which to the Nexus Force meant a person in need of apprehension.

“We’re on our way,” Juiliet responded with tight discipline, and at that moment the girl threw on a hood and stood up.

“Better start running,” Aiden said, getting up too.  He glanced up the hill behind his bench, where Ben was supposedly stationed.  He didn’t see him, as was the point of the shadow formation, but he presumed he was moving as well.  Code Gray was a serious call sign, higher priority than most standing orders.

So until they’d captured the mysterious transdimensional associate of Tiberius, or failed trying, the Unverse mission was off.

Shaking his head, Aiden almost lost the girl of interest behind a sudden crowd.  In response he shoved his iBrick into a jeans pocket and removed his aviators, increasing his pace as the parkway spilled into a market street ideal for getting lost in.  Aiden turned on his heel one way, then turned his head the other direction searchingly.  Just like that, the target had disappeared.

Such a failure would look great on the report Juiliet was sure to write, he thought, when on the other side of the street, Aiden’s eyes fell on a black hood weaving between the heads of the other passerbys.  The road looked clear so he dashed across.  She slipped into a coffee shop, the door to which Aiden caught just before it closed, jumping over the threshold and spotting the table where the girl had taken a seat.

Aiden swung himself into the seat across and was about to say something, when the color of her hair stopped him, because it wasn’t black.

Staring back at him, between parted red fringes, were quizzical brown eyes.

“Sorry,” Aiden found his voice, getting up to leave.  “I thought you were someone else.”

“Intrepid?” the girl asked, and he stopped mid-motion to recognize the sound of her voice, and then he really stared at her face.

“Goodness,” Aiden said, dropping back into the seat in shock at seeing the person he’d run into.

Kate dropped her hood and pulled out her earphones.  “Yeah, I… can’t say I was expecting to see you, either.”

“No, I definitely- I mean yes, I didn’t expect to see you,” Aiden shook his head, suddenly flustered.

“I think it’s been three years,” Kate said.

“Yeah,” Aiden affirmed, “it has.”

She leaned over.  “You look different,” she observed.

She did, too.  Unobscured by the hood, her hair was longer than before.  Her face had new dimensions, details, creases. 

“We’re older,” Aiden rationalized.

Kate ran a hand under her jaw and Aiden puffed out a laugh.  “I haven’t had the chance to shave since our ship crashed.”

“That was you?” Kate asked, staring out the window momentarily in reconciliation.  “I thought that was a shooting star I saw last night.”

“Did you make a wish?” Aiden asked.

Kate whirled back.  “You’re definitely different,” she said again, with conviction this time.  “Talkative.  More secure.”

He shrugged.  “I also go by Aiden now,” he told her.

Kate crossed her arms in validation.  “Case in point, Aiden.”

He smiled, and she grinned back.  After a moment, her face reverted to a serious expression.

“We have a lot to catch up on,” she said, looking out the window again, “and I was just grabbing some caffeine before my next class.”

“You go to the university?” Aiden asked.

“Do you have a better idea for why I’m back here?” she posed.  “On my home world?”

“Okay, I didn’t know you were from here.” Aiden admitted.  “At all.”

“Like I said, we’re going to catch up.” Kate asserted, moving to leave, and Aiden got up as well.  “And then you’ll tell me what you’re doing here.”

“I’d like that,” he said, following her out of the shop.  As they entered the street, he noticed a familiar face watching from the other side.  She wasn’t wearing sunglasses or a hood this time.

While he was momentarily distracted, Kate pressed something into his hand.  “Give me a call,” she said, and ran off.  Looking down, Aiden saw she’d given him a business card with a contact number.

When he looked back up across the street, the girl of interest was gone.