The wind blew so
hard it felt like it was biting him, even through the layers of heat jackets
and Tempra-scarves Lancaster
was wearing. It picked up the flakes of
snow and threw them into his eyes so that all he saw was a blinding
whiteness. At this altitude, he would be
struggling for breath if it wasn't for his Gil-breather. It stretched out his face and made him look
like a fish, but it kept his muscles moving.
They had to. He could still hear
the roar of the three meter tall beast that was hungry and searching for
him. He had turned so that he was no
longer directly upwind from the creature, but that had brought him to a
precipice that overlooked a deep ravine.
Peeking over the edge, the wind caught his hat and it flew into the
chasm. As he watched it fall, he got an
idea of how unendingly deep it was.
He lifted the Talki to his
mouth. “Little Jack,” he said, trying to
speak softly enough as to not alert the animal.
“I read you,” Little Jack responded,
his sharp voice piercing through the wind far too loud. Lancaster heard the creature grunt, a
possible reaction to the sound.
He spoke again, trying to talk above
the wind, but below the range of the monster.
“Still not where you can land to get me.
I need coordinates to get down...”
“Try that again!” Little Jack said in
almost a shout through the Talki. “I
can't comprend you with that thing in your mouth!”
The ground shook dramatically with
the footfall of the creature. Lancaster
stumbled to the side and grasped a jutting rock which grew out of the icy slab
he was standing on to cross the chasm.
The footfalls continued, and Lancaster held on for dear life.
As his fingers dug into the stone,
he felt the bumps of a carving. He
pulled his fingers away and brushed off a bit of caked on snow to reveal a
well-crafted pattern. He got to his
knees and looked over the edge. His hand
brushed away some more snow, and there, buried below a layer of ice, was the
evidence for which he was searching.
Sentient beings had lived here! Skillful hands had dug out a design and laid
down this bridge some thousands of years ago.
He would have hopped for joy, but
for the fear that he'd slip off and join his hat in the abyss below.
The beast appeared at one side of
the bridge. Its footsteps alone caused
Lancaster to shake and almost knocked him off.
The beast was blocking the exit that
led down the mountain into wider, softer terrain. The other side led to rocky outcroppings, and
higher up the mountain where Little Jack couldn't pick him up. This wasn't going to be easy.
Little Jack had left him off on a
flat plateau not far below where the snow layered a couple inches thick over
the rocky ground. The wind carried ice
crystals and snowflakes horizontally across his face, and they felt like tiny
bullets against his scarf. His eyes were
covered by large goggles, which gave him basic information through a heads up
display on their inside. He knew how
high up he was, and that he couldn’t go much further without a respirator.
After he got clear of the ship,
Little Jack launched Odin’s Revenge off the natural platform to fly overhead
until Lancaster was ready. Remaining on
the surface could be dangerous; not because of the cold alone, Odin’s Revenge was
used to the freezing temperatures of deep space, but the elements on every
planet they went to had a tendency to get inside the workings of the ship and
cause them problems; not to mention animals that might be living up in this
region.
Lancaster had his Talki to call
Little Jack if things went bad. Not that
it would do a lot of good. Little Jack
would not be able to fly into the area Lancaster was going. He was on this planet because he had scanned
underground chambers within the most rocky canyons of this mountain. Lancaster could fit inside these walled
cliff-sides and balance on these small ledges, but the ship couldn’t hope to land
anywhere near them.
So Lancaster would have to climb up
to the area where he suspected cave openings would lead to these underground
chambers, where, hopefully, he would learn more about the Siguerans, the powerful
alien race that once dominated the galaxy, then suddenly disappeared.
After parting with Little Jack,
Lancaster approached an icy wall that he needed to climb to get to the
elevation he needed to explore. He
pressed his fingers forward and tiny spikes emerged from their tips. He stomped his feet and slightly larger spikes
popped out of his boots. Thus armed, he
found a crack in the ice wall that he could climb inside and he began to
ascend, one arm reach at a time. Each
hand slapped into the ice wall in turn, and he pulled himself up, kicking his
feet in to then lift himself further.
He took a couple breaks, looking
over his shoulder at the view as he did.
The planet provided endless mountains across a cloud-filled
skyline. He could see little below the
clouds, but the tips of plenty of other mountains peaked through and kept his
mountain company. Lancaster wondered how
many the Siguerans of this planet inhabited, or if the location he was about to
explore was only an outpost.
That would be a question for another
day. The key-map he had acquired had
pointed to this planet and this mountain, so there was something special about
it; something they had been pointing to, and he had to find it. He pulled himself up the rest of the way.
After about a hundred meters,
Lancaster climbed over the lip, rolling over onto the ground and lying on his
back to recover. His breathing was heavy
and he was using the air from his Passif, the breathing device that he placed
in his mouth when he was having difficulty.
At 35, Lancaster was just beginning to feel the riggers of age, despite
being in better shape than anyone he knew.
Those long days in spectrum drive between planets really stiffened his
muscles. Even though travel between
stars made him look younger, he didn’t feel it.
It was at this point when he first
heard the creature’s roar. He wasn’t
sure what it was at first; the sound was so garbled as it bounced against the
icy walls all around him that he wasn’t certain whether it was the wind, a
falling clump of ice, or his imagination.
It was a mumbling, indiscernible sound that resembled nothing Lancaster
had heard before. He lifted his head to
hear better, but the sound stopped just as he did.
All he could see around him was the
cliff-sides which rose up around him like walls in a maze. Layers of ice covered over black rock, which
contrasted sharply against the white snow that gathered at the base of the
walls and dripped from the overhangs; a few specks occasionally clinging along
the side in small, splattered patterns.
These walls curved inward at varying grades, like a mouth half closed. They created what looked like corridors that
led further onto the mountain, splitting occasionally to create a true maze
that may make him quickly lost when he started down them.
Lancaster waited patiently, listening
for the sound to repeat, but all he heard was the wind beating against his ear. He waited a little longer, and at last gave
up and got to his feet, brushing off the snow which had been slowly building up
on his body, threatening to bury him.
The loud crunching of snow beneath him overwhelmed
his ears, and he was unable to listen for the return of the roar for a few
moments. When he was up, he stopped
again to listen for the sound.
Nothing. Maybe just the wind.
Lancaster began his trek down the icy
corridor and guessed at the first branch, then guessed again at the
second. They were dividing into multiple
directions every few meters. He reached
into his utility belt and pulled out his Breadcrum, a handheld device that
recorded where he had been, the geographical coordinates of key points, and how
to find his way back. It also mapped his
surroundings as he walked. All he had to
do was hold it up and show the globe on top of the device what his surroundings
were, and it mapped it out in 2D and 3D for quick reference. It couldn’t show him where he needed to go,
but it wouldn’t let him get lost on the way back, as long as he didn’t lose it.
He needed a better way to find how to
get through. Lancaster studied the walls
and saw nothing but ice. The spikes in
his gloves and boots could only aid him so much, and Lancaster knew he wouldn’t
make it up those cliff-sides, short as they may be. The inclines were literally steeper than 90
degrees.
Then he caught a break. One section was free of ice. An overhang had somehow kept that portion
free of condensation, and it had never hardened. Lancaster didn’t stop to study why this was
so. He was no geologist anyway. He just pulled out the spikes in his gloves
and boots and began his ascent, grasping every nook and cranny he could.
Once on top, Lancaster looked out over
the plateau, studying the tangle of crevasses of which he had just climbed out. He held aloft his Breadcrumb so it could read
everything within range in hopes that he could spot a pattern. The range was not far, and he could detect no
intelligent design to the layout. So he
tried something else. He pulled from one
of his many pockets a Geo-scanner, and held it forward to try to detect any
patterns of architecture above or below ground.
There were a couple possibilities, both
of them underground. Lancaster set out
for the closest and most promising one.
It looked like a chamber buried under the snow and ice. It stood out from other caves because of its
squared walls, and a few structures in the middle of the room that looked like
pillars. He wasn’t sure how he would get
down to it, but he headed in the direction to at least be over it where he
could hopefully get some better scans.
He reached one of the crevasses which
stood in the way of his goal. The gap
was only a little over a meter long, but running in the snow made jumping
difficult. Still, he wasn’t sure he
could see what he needed from inside the natural corridor, so he stepped back
several paces and sprinted at the gap.
He planted one of his feet solidly on a patch of ice and he felt himself
skid toward the gap. He lost his breath
for a moment, sure he would fall in. The
fall would not be far, but if he broke his leg, or even sprained it, he may not
be getting back down the mountain.
He kicked his other foot hard into the
ground which launched him into the air.
He watched below him and saw his body hurtling over the dark gap
below. He held his breath until the
blackness of the gap turned into the white snow. His legs both hit the ground at the same
time, neither catching it with their feet, and he tumbled sideways, spinning on
the snow until he came to a stop.
He lay there for a moment, listening to
the wind, and testing his legs to make sure they both worked. They were in pain, but they both lifted and
bent. He was fine.
Lancaster rose to his feet and continued
on until he reached the point above the chamber he had detected. He scanned the ground again and watched
through the monitor at the back of the scanner.
He could see more details about the room. The structures he suspected were pillars
looked now to be dividers. The chambers
had originally been multiple rooms, but much of the walls had disappeared, and
the pillars were more like supports.
The room continued on to one side where
it seemed to become part of one of the cracks in the ground. Lancaster connected his grappling hook to the
side and lowered himself down into the crevasse.
As soon as his feet were firmly on the
ground, he pressed a button and the hook at the top folded into itself, and the
wire shot back down into the gun. A loud
whirring came from the gun as the cable wound itself up inside of it, then
snapped as the grapple itself locked into place at its nozzle.
When it was finished, Lancaster heard
the loud roaring he had heard earlier.
It seemed that the monstrous shout had started a moment earlier, but had
been covered over by the whirring of the grappling hook gun. Lancaster crouched down and looked in every
direction. There was nothing to see, but
the sound bounced off of every icy wall, as well as the overhang above where
the two walls almost touched above.
As the first roar was dying down,
another sound came; more like a wail, or a scream. This was closer, just around a corner about
five meters away. Lancaster didn’t have
the firepower that Little Jack had. If
he was there, he would be pulling out his pistol Munin ready to shoot whatever
type of shot they needed. But Lancaster
had a few varieties of stun guns, several of which sent electrical shocks to
stop whatever was coming at him, and others with tranquilizers in them.
He pulled out one that had both. It was the closest thing he had that looked
like a pistol other than the grappling hook gun. It had a handle at the back with a barrel on
the top and bottom and a trigger in the middle.
On both ends were tranquilizer tipped darts with cords back to the gun,
through which a strong, electrical shock could pulse through until the animal
was immobilized. To help target, a light
projected out the center which focused on the animal, and sent a signal back to
him to let Lancaster know when he was in range.
Slowly he stepped forward, noting every
step which made a sound. He stopped
occasionally, waiting to see if the animal would come out.
The braying scream shouted again,
echoing down the corridor, and hurting Lancaster’s ears. He resisted the temptation to put his hands
over them, and held tight to his tranquilizer stun-gun.
He reached the corner around which it
seemed the sound was emanating. The tip
of his gun remained focused on the corner, his finger holding tight to the
trigger. If he fired it too soon, he
would not get a second shot. He kept
himself ready, but fought the desire to fire too soon.
Then it came into view; a four legged
creature with a wide body and the neck and head in the middle of the
torso. It looked like a deformed animal,
but it seemed to have no trouble. In
fact, it had made a home for itself in this small alcove where a stream of
water passed and a flurry of purple-leaf weeds grew out of cracks in the
ice. The animal had a nest made of
stones made in the corner where it appeared to spend most of its time.
What made Lancaster most comfortable
about it was its eyes. They were placed
at the sides of its head, not the front; the tell-tale sign of an animal
further down on the food chain, not one looking for meat. This creature had evolved to watch out for
its hunter rather than to find its prey.
If it was a killer, its eyes would be in the front of its face.
Lancaster remained cautious, however,
keeping his gun pointed forward until the animal saw him and reacted however it
was going to react. It turned its head
and looked straight at him. Its mouth
seemed to be chewing on something, and it stopped for a moment, evidently
studying Lancaster. The two stared at
one another for a time, both waiting for the other to make a move. When it became clear that Lancaster wasn’t
going to do anything first, the animal continued its chewing and looked
passively away.
Lancaster lowered his weapon and sighed
with relief. He stepped slowly back
around the corner, the animal looking up curiously to watch him leave, until he
was out of sight.
Lancaster put the gun away and pulled
out his scanner. The room connected with
the corridor further down the opposite direction. He turned the back of the scanner onto
hologram and watched through the 2D projection as he hurried along. When at last he reached the point where the
chamber connected with his crevasse, he looked around. He could see portions of the former constructed
walls sticking out of the crevasse walls on both sides, along with jutting out
pieces that looked like they had once been shelves and floor pieces; perhaps
furniture or chests.
He spotted one small section of the
wall that appeared to be a designed embossment.
He looked closely to see if it was a sigil that may explain the
building’s purpose, but as he studied it, he noticed something unusual about
it. He could see a gap between the
embossment and the wall, and suddenly realized that it was no design at all,
but rather a device separate from the wall that had been frozen to it by the
ice. Perhaps it had been in a frame, or
somehow hanging, but it now appeared as part of the surface only because of the
eons of frozen temperatures.
Lancaster reached into a zipped
pocket of his utility belt in the small of his back. He pulled out a cylindrical device that was
about an inch tall. He flipped a switch
in the back toward the red side and held it close to the wall section that held
the artifact. He waved the small,
pill-like item back and forth, then up and down, then made a square formation
in the air. He continued to do this
until one arm grew sore, then he did the same with the other.
He heard the roar again down the
corridor. It echoed against every wall and
the overhangs. “Yes, girl,” Lancaster
said. “I sav ya.”
He kept moving the pill-sized
machine. The heat that radiated from it
shot forward and his fingers felt none of the pain, but they did feel the
strain of the constant movement. He
stopped being so careful with the square gestures and the corners became
rounded as the pattern of his waving hand became more of a circle.
Long strings of water flowed down
from the wall like tears. It was resisting,
but slowly giving up its prize. The wall
crackled, then chipped, and at length began to give way. The little crystals fell to the ground as the
dripping water became a small stream.
His arm felt a bit of relief when he saw the trapped relic move, letting
loose of the wall.
Lancaster held forward his other
hand, ready to catch it as the ice wall opened up. Cold water ran through his gloved
fingers. He held it there until the
relic dropped from its prison into his gloved hand. Lancaster held it up to look at it. It resembled a drawn star, with two squares
interlocked, one at a 45 degree angle on top of the other. Out the front jutted a hollowed out square
with a round cylinder in the middle. There
were holes at the end of this cylinder, as if they were supposed to fit into
something. He didn’t know exactly what
it would fit, but he had a suspicion.
This had been the room he was looking for; a storage facility that held
some of the important artifacts for use throughout the underground village.
He would test the device out
later. For now, Lancaster placed it in
one of the smaller compartments of his bag and sealed it shut.
He headed back down the corridor
toward the chamber where his only companion on the mountain resided. The second chamber he had detected was in
this direction, and he wanted to see how the little guy was doing in any
case. It got lonely up there in that
mountain very quickly.
A few paces before he rounded the
corner he heard slurping, and he smelled something that should have stopped
him, but he didn’t recognize the stench until it was too late. As soon as he rounded the corner his eyes
immediately gave him the answer.
It was blood.
The four legged animal was in
pieces, scattered about his little home.
His orange blood lay in pools on the ground and splattered on the
walls. His legs were discarded about the
ground, globs of dark tangerine liquid still seeping from them. His torso lay in the lap of a much larger
creature which sat on its but squarely in the middle of the dead animal’s
nest. The creature was about two meters
tall with grey patches on top of white fur.
Its long, fury arms connected to hairy fingers with no hands. There were eight of these digits on each arm,
and they had razor sharp, dagger-like fingernails that hooked on the end. The arms themselves looked like they had no
specific joints, but rather muscles that could bend at any point. The souls of its feet, which stuck out the
front end of the nest, were the only parts where skin could just barely be
seen. Tiny spikes stuck out of them, the
perfect accessory for something that needed to climb and walk on ice all of its
life.
It was utilizing the animal’s torso
like a soup bowl, slurping the blood, then pulling out organs, tugging them
loose of their veins, then tossing them into the beast’s enormous mouth. Its swine-like nostrils, hidden mostly behind
the hair on its face, was covered in the animal’s blood, and must have blocked
the smell of Lancaster coming around the corner.
What frightened Lancaster the most
were its eyes. Silver, bright, and
reflective, they focused on their prey.
And when they looked up at Lancaster, they were not passive, but had
intent in them. And they were set
directly on its face.
Lancaster lost no time. He drew his gun from its sheath, but it was
not the stun gun. Who knew if that would
work on this enormous monster? Sitting,
it was already taller than Lancaster, and its skin had to be extraordinarily
thick to survive in this environment.
Lancaster instead drew his grappling gun and fired at the top of the
crevasse.
While the cable was reaching
skyward, the creature rose to its feet, roaring as it did. It was the same sound he had heard echoing
from a distance, but now it was near enough to deafen him. Its current meal rolled out of its lap,
tumbling over its rib cage as its inside spilled across the small chamber.
As the beast began to take a step
toward him, Lancaster felt the grappling hook grab the top of the crevasse
wall. The beast took a second step and was
about to pounce, but Lancaster took a moment to tug on the line to make sure it
was tight. If he escaped, he didn’t want
to come right back down into the monster’s mouth.
Just as the creature lunged at him,
Lancaster pressed the switch for full speed and rushed toward the light above,
both hands clinging to the grappling gun.
He reached the top and was swung
over the lip where he rolled over and looked down into the crevasse from which
he had just escaped. The monster was
chasing, and as Lancaster had suspected, he used the spikes in his fingers and
feet to climb straight up almost as quickly as if he was running across flat
ground. If Lancaster tried to run, the
monster would get to the surface and be upon him in no time. He had to do something.
He pulled out the tranquilizer
stun-gun and pointed it into the hole.
He knew it wouldn’t work on most of the animal, but he also knew one
place where it would have an effect.
The animal opened its mouth and let
out its terrible roar. Its stained teeth
were like large stake knives, each strong and sharp enough to tear him to
shreds.
Lancaster fired. One of the needles hit the side of the face
and bounced off, just as Lancaster had suspected. But the other shot inside and hit the tongue. The monster recoiled momentarily, an
exasperated look on its face, but it didn’t stop. It slowed briefly, then kept climbing harder
than it had before.
Lancaster pulled the trigger. He felt the surge race through the gun. He waited for what seemed like an eternity,
but was only a second. Then saw the
result. The monster’s face winced,
vibrated, then jolted backward. Its
large mouth opened wide, roaring loud enough to start an avalanche. Chunks of its last meal flew out its mouth
and stained the wall. Lancaster kept
hold of the button, watching its claws, its feet, almost willing them to let
go.
The whole creature shook
violently. Then one of its arms
slipped. This one lost pillar brought
down the whole structure, and the large animal fell backward into the shallow
canyon. The needles released, and
Lancaster reeled them in.
As soon as he had the whole gun back
together, he turned and ran in the direction he had been going, lifting his
legs high to come out of the snow so he wouldn’t trip.
As soon as he came close to an
outcropping of rock, he rounded it to get out of sight. The beast would be down, but not out, and not
for long.
He was far from the two underground
chambers, but they could not be the only signs of a former civilization on this
mountain. Those two points would only
give the sign of a building on the mountain.
But his research had led him to believe there had once been an entire
village, or even city, upon this peak. He
needed something that might show this.
Before he could find anything, however,
he needed to know where he was. He tried
to get a fix on his position with his own location device, but the instruments
were too cold and it was having difficulty getting a lock on where he was. He turned to Little Jack for help. Pulling out his Talki, he tried to reach his
partner.
The wind had picked up and fast
moving snow crystals were stinging his face when he pulled down his scarf to
speak. He could barely hear parts of
words coming through the static, and he knew his own voice wasn’t clear, so he
made his way across several more icy outcroppings and trudged up an embankment
to a wider area. The wind was stronger,
and a deep canyon dropped before him, but it seemed his signal was getting
through.
That was when he found the bridge,
and when the beast began to gain on him again, where this story began.
Lancaster rushed across the bridge,
careful not to slip on any ice that might take him over the edge into the
seemingly endless abyss. Reaching the
other end, he climbed up a steep embankment to get around a wall of rocky
outcroppings.
He reached the top feeling much
safer. He knew the monster would have no
trouble climbing the embankment, but at least it would be a while before it
knew he had headed in that direction.
Lancaster checked his location
device and got a reading on where he was, both in numbers and with a small map
of the surrounding area. It was exactly
what he could see, a long, flat plateau of white snow with an almost blinding
wind. The ground lowered slightly before
him before reaching a point where it dropped dramatically on one end, and rose
steeply on the other.
Lancaster began to hike across the
long plateau. He would check the land on
the other side, as well as take a reading of the ground around him, and
determine what direction to go when he got there.
The snow got deeper, and his steps
became more labored as he had to pull his legs up higher to walk. He began thinking that what he should perhaps
look for is the other end of that road.
Perhaps it would come out on the other side of this rise, likely on the
level below. He would approach the cliff
that looked down and try to see if he could spot a smooth surface that
stretched across the mountain. Certainly
a road would lead him to all the important spots.
Then he felt a rumbling at his
feet. The snow thinned out below
him. It felt like it was crumbling,
letting loose; as if he was inside an hourglass filled with sand which was
sinking to the other side. Then he
realized what was happening. The ground
was indeed sinking below him.
He made a break for it, running,
lifting his legs as high as he could with every step. The ground sank all around him as far as the
plateau stretched in every direction. It
fell into a dark chasm, as if a mouth had just opened wide and swallowed the
snow whole.
The deafening crash of all the
falling snow roared and spurred Lancaster on all the faster. Panic gripped at his heart, and he tried to
control himself as he kept running, even as the chasm opened as wide as it was going
to go. He kept running, just in case.
He ran so far, as a matter of fact,
that he landed on another fissure, which began to open up beneath him. He ran again, dashing out of the sinkhole as
the dark mouth opened wide to consume him.
He fell up to his waste, and this time the panic took his breath
away. He scattered the snow ahead of him
with his hands and hopped forward. The
rumble of the shifting ground groaned behind him, nipping at his feet, which
began to slide backward. He leapt
forward with one leg, then another, moving as fast forward as he could.
The mouth, again, opened as far as
it was going to go, and stopped.
Lancaster was several meters from it and turned to look back at the two
canyons that had opened up into the dark abyss.
Just as he was beginning to see
inside, and before he could catch his breath, Lancaster felt the ground yet
again caving in below him. He staggered
as he turned to run, his feet slipping below.
He didn’t know how much more running he could take, but he was relieved
to see the ground sloped down up ahead.
He hoped that would mean it would settle, and he would no longer be
falling into sinkholes.
He managed to find his footing and
ran across the ground with greater ease than before. The ground was still sinking, but at least
this time it was behind him rather than directly below.
But then his heart sank. The beast from which he had been running,
which he had thought he had outsmarted by coming up into this plateau, rose up
before him, climbing the slope to appear before him, blocking the path for
which he had been dashing. There was
nowhere else to go. He had committed to
that direction. It was the beast, or the
hole behind him.
Lancaster didn’t choose. He stopped out of sheer surprise, and the
opening maw of the ground swallowed him whole.
He felt his stomach drop faster than his body as he free fell into the
darkness. He wondered if this was death.
But he didn’t have long to ponder. He hit the ground hard a couple seconds into
the fall. He couldn’t breathe, and for
another moment he wondered if he would die.
It was as though he had assumed there would be no way out of this and
all there was to discover was the method that death would take him.
He felt his lungs fill with air, and
he was able to sit up, gasping for more.
He had just had the wind knocked out of him. Aware that much more could be knocked out of
him if he didn’t get a move on, he stood and stumbled away from the edge, where
the monster would slide down if it came after him.
As he stumbled, he realized that the
ground was much more flat than he expected.
Aside from the clumps of snow that had fallen from the ground above, it
felt like the land he was on was downright paved. Looking down, he could see what his feet had
been feeling. It looked like a road.
Lancaster reached into one of the
pouches of his utility belt and pulled out his Structural Analyzer, another
handheld device that scanned the physical make-up of material and gave him the
information of whatever he was studying.
He crouched down and brushed aside the snow, then scanned the ground.
The readings that came back were
consistent with many of his Sigueran discoveries; a rock hard substance that
was built to last as long as the planet on which it sat. Though artificial, it was in so many ways one
with nature.
Lancaster followed the path of the
road, swaying to one side and approaching a wall that was half covered in
snow. Rounding the corner, he saw more
buildings. Above them, the ceiling over
their entire town protected them from the environment outside, except for the
tears in the ceiling that had just been caused.
These rips illuminated the buildings like three thin, long lights spaced
evenly across the five blocks.
He counted about a dozen buildings,
but he could not see the entire town. He
pulled out his Illuminator, a device which flashed a light in whatever spectrum
he needed, be it white light or infrared, or a low beam that would only be
visible to him, and lit up the buildings further as he passed by them. Their hollow windows opened up their contents
as the light found its way in perhaps for the first time in at least hundreds
of thousands of years, if not millions.
The shadows that were cast panned across the walls on the far side, as if
stalking him, and silently watching his movements.
He caught a glimpse of the shadow of
an animal atop the corner of a building, crouching, watching him. He felt at first the fear that something was
about to attack, then the hope of finding intelligent life. He waited a moment for it to act, and when it
remained frozen, he pointed his Illuminator up at it. The creature had been perfectly still because
it was a statue; a gargoyle type of carving that resembled one of the local
animals, which had likely gone extinct sometime between when the people who
carved it disappeared, and Lancaster arrived.
Still, something in the way it stared at him unnerved him, and he turned
the light away from it as soon as he could convince himself he’d seen enough.
Then he remembered something about
it. The animal looked like it was local,
that was true, but it had a wing span similar to something he had seen on other
planets. It could be, he thought, this
planet’s version of a mythical beast used in one of the Sigueran religions.
The Siguerans were not known as a
particularly religious race, but some, particularly the underground dwellers
among them, had very broad religious practices.
They often put their most valued commodities in these temples.
Lancaster approached the building,
noticing now that it was one of the tallest among the buildings in this
underground community. Others had
supports which reached to the ceiling, but the buildings themselves primarily
remained around five meters tall. This
temple, or whatever it was, stretched close to the ceiling, approximately
twenty meters up. There was likely to be
something inside.
He approached the large, double
doors. There were no door knobs, only
long handles which ran across the doors which looked to be intended for being
pushed or pulled. But Lancaster could do
neither now. After looking the door over
for traps, he tried shoving it and yanking at it, but it wouldn’t budge. He looked for a latching device and found
none.
But he did find a square decoration
in the middle of both doors with a round carving in the center, along with a
number of holes etched into the circle.
Lancaster remembered the artifact he found in the other building, just
before he came upon the beast. He pulled
it from his jacket pocket and compared it to the door. It was a perfect match.
Lancaster then placed the device
against the door, matching the square part up with the decoration on the handle,
and pressing the cylinder into the round part of the center. As he shoved, he could feel it fitting snugly. Then came the satisfying snap. He knew it was locked in place. He twisted the cylinder, and soon heard the
ancient gears turning. They were like
tectonic rocks grinding against one another, sliding into place. Then came a ‘click-click snap!’ The artifact would neither move, nor could it
be pulled out. It was stuck. He couldn’t even twist it back to its
beginning position. He thought for a
moment that he had done something wrong, and it was forever stuck to the door.
Then he heard a larger latch switch
clatter and the door he was pressing the key against gave way. Lancaster was taken aback. The sound of rock sliding against stone
permeated the silence as the door swung into a waiting darkness. Dust kicked up and covered over the
entrance. By the time the door stopped,
a great cloud covered the entire doorway.
Lancaster put one hand over his
scarf-covered mouth and used the other to beam a low-level, fog cutting light
into the building. He couldn’t see much
except for a few structures that rose out of the ground; perhaps shelves or
statues or podiums. The majority of the
room was barren, and a thick layer of dust covered the floor.
He walked in, placing down the first
footsteps in the building in centuries. He
found that a few of the edifices he had seen were shelves, a couple might have
been furniture, and a few statues were placed in a pair of rows. They were tall; one of them reaching further
than he had the settings of the Illuminator to reach. But he could see the top of the chamber as it
was illuminated by one of the rips in the ground above. Light poured in and down one side of a tall
statue, which was carved like a four-legged animal standing on two of them and
folding its others on its chest.
This would be the building that was taller
than the others. He had located the
temple.
He almost stumbled over a tall
stair. The step led to a second, then a
third, and he found himself on a platform overlooking the rest of the wide
room. Looking out, he could see the
outlines of where seats once rested, but whatever structure they had been made
of dissolved over time, and they were seats no more.
In the center was a shrine; a
single, square pulpit with thin fingers reaching upward. They were spread out, almost like flames, or
perhaps upside down roots, tangled and wild as they held up a silver
ornament. It was round, but its carvings
gave it an uneven feel. The design
carved into it was different on every side, and seemed to have a separate
meaning depending upon which angle it was viewed. Lancaster looked out at where the seats once
sat and saw how each side of the idol faced its own row of people. Each seemed to have a unique meaning.
One side looked to have a dropping face,
as though it was melting. Behind the
face, it appeared like a waterfall fell backward, almost like hair on its
head. On one side of the waterfall,
flames rose up, and smoke billowed away from it. On the opposite side of the flames and smoke
was a roughness that seemed to have no meaning, and every meaning at the same
time. It appeared as an average rock
face at first sight, but Lancaster could tell there was something very
carefully carved into it that he couldn’t make out. At least not in the darkness of an ancient
temple.
The carvings were common of the subterranean
Siguerans. Their over-ground cousins
were masters of color and light, while the underground ones were unmatched in
their ability to carve and shape objects that lasted the millennia. He knew that there would be intricate designs
written into this treasure that he would find with long study.
He checked the podium for any traps, and
detecting none, he attached his light to a strap on the shoulder of his
jacket. He then reached forward, very
carefully, and with both hands, lifted the artifact from its place and held it
before him. This could prove to be one
of his most important finds.
Wasting no more time, Lancaster placed
the artifact in his bag and turned toward the door. He suddenly froze. Blocking the exit was a tall shape. He couldn’t see it well, but he recognized it
all the same. It was the hairy beast
that had been tracking him. “Persistent bugger,
aren’t you?” Lancaster muttered.
He stepped back. The monster stepped forward, matching his
step, but not going far from the door.
Lancaster could hear him growling under its breath. He pulled his tranquilizer stun-gun. The creature stopped, wiggling its fingers,
readying itself. It didn’t roar; its
mouth was closed tight.
The two stood for a moment, staring at
one another, Lancaster now showered in light from one of the fissures above,
the monster outlined by the edge of Lancaster’s light. He switched through several spectrums to get
a better look at the beast. Now that he
had it stopped, he might as well study it.
He stopped on the black light for a moment. The white of the animal shown a bright blue,
but large splotches glowed all over him.
This would be the blood of the animal he had seen earlier. Lancaster didn’t want to join the stains.
The beast now took a couple baby steps
toward him. Its legs were spread, its knees bent, as though it was ready to
spring to the side as soon as Lancaster fired anything. Lancaster put his gun away. It wasn’t going to be useful. The beast’s courage raised, and it stepped
closer at a faster pace, rising up the first step. Lancaster pulled a gun out again. The beast stopped. This time it did a curious thing. It stepped back toward the wall, as if
covering the door again. It knew that
Lancaster wanted to slip around it. This
beast was smarter than Lancaster had thought.
It quickly proved that it was even
smarter than Lancaster had suspected. With
a clinched fist of its fingers, the monster hit the wall. Its powerful muscles shook the building, but
there was no chance of bringing it down.
Lancaster wasn’t sure what it was trying to do, or if it perhaps was
merely frustrated.
It hit the wall again, and again, the
building shook, but there was no structural damage.
Then a giant ice crystal fell next to
Lancaster. It was sharp, and large, enough to have sliced him in half. He looked up and saw a dozen or more of these
giant ice crystals falling down toward him.
He dodged out of the way, first one direction, then another. They were coming down all around him. There was almost nowhere to avoid them; and
they came too quickly for him to see before they fell on him. The beast kept hitting the wall, and more ice
crystals fell.
Lancaster noticed where the light
came into the building, and saw the giant fissure in the roof. He ran underneath it. The ice crystals fell all around him, some
splashing shards onto the anthropologist, but nothing that could kill him.
The beast continued to smash the
wall, not understanding that he was clear of their threat. But when fewer began to tumble, it soon realized
that the roof had run out of its deadly weapons, and it would have to go at
Lancaster itself. It began to creep
forward.
Lancaster would have only one chance at
this. If he missed, the time to recoil
the cable would take too long, and he would be set upon before he could
escape. He readied his finger around the
trigger. Then he pointed the Illuminator
at the beast’s eyes, closed his own, and he shot a flash of light which blinded
the monster. It stumbled backward and
fell off the step, landing on its back.
It roared, but kept its mouth closed, so a strange, muted moan filled
the room.
Lancaster fired, but not at the
monster. He shot his grappling hook onto
the tall statue which led to the open fissure.
It latched on and he climbed while reeling himself upward. His legs kicked against the surface of the
statue like he was running straight up.
The beast managed to shake the white
dots out of its eyes and rose to its feet.
It looked around the room, unable to see Lancaster, then looked upward
and spotted him. It screamed, this time
with its mouth wide open, the loud roar paining Lancaster’s ears and almost
causing him to let loose of the grappling gun.
But he held tight, running straight up the statue, letting the cable
pull him skyward.
The monster ran to the base of the
statue, dug its fingers into the surface, and pulled itself up. Launching with its feet and reaching ever
higher with its arms, it began to climb at three times the speed Lancaster was
going.
Lancaster kept hold of the grappling gun
with one hand while he reached into a pocket with the other and pulled out his
Talki. “Little Jack. Need a pick-up just above my position.”
“Can I land?”
“No!
Don’t land. Hover just above the
ground!”
The beast roared behind him. It was almost within reach of its long arms.
“You bringing a friend?” Little Jack
asked.
“Get there quickly,” Lancaster said.
As he put the Talki away, he saw the
beast swipe at him. It was close enough
to reach him, and Lancaster was still at least five meters from the top, where
he would have to slow down to climb out.
“Right,” Lancaster muttered to the beast. “Let’s see how badly you want me.”
With the hand he had put the Talki away
with, he pulled out his Illuminator. He
planted his feet on the statue and bent his knees, then waited for the beast to
come at him. It climbed with enormous
speed, like a spider racing to its prey.
It reached its boneless, muscular arm at him, and Lancaster pushed off
with all his might. He also lowered
himself down, parallel to the beast. In
its desperation to grab him, the creature reached out to Lancaster. At that moment, he fired the Illuminator. Its eyes were at their widest. Believing it had Lancaster within its grasp,
it had had its eyes fixed on him as focused as they could be. The blinding light flashed in its face less
than a meter away. The pain was
disorienting, and the monster lost its grasp with its feet. Its fingers, which were in the air searching
for Lancaster, flailed as the mighty beast fell to the ground below. Its whole body writhed, trying to understand
what was happening, grasping for anything blindly, until it smashed on the
ground with a loud thud, the dust flying up all around it.
It groaned pathetically. Lancaster landed back on the statue and
looked down. He felt sorry for it. The sounds now emanating from the beast’s
mouth were not natural; not healthy. It
was a crying moan mixed with a crumpled body.
Something was seriously wrong with it, and it would not likely survive;
or if it did, it would not be strong enough to hunt again. It had not been evil, merely surviving. That was life in the wild.
There was nothing Lancaster could do
that would not mean sacrificing his own life, so he took one last look at the
powerful beast; the animal which showed some semblance of intelligence. Perhaps if there were others like it on the
planet, they might evolve into the role of sentient species, and build upon the
ruins of the Siguerans.
For now, however, it was time to
leave. Lancaster reeled himself up the
rest of the way on the statue, then climbed up over the lip of the fissure. There, on the plateau, Little Jack was
already lowering with the entrance ramp opened.
The hot engines immediately melted the snow all around him, and more
cracks opened in the ground. The entire
roof of the temple began to collapse.
Lancaster had been clumsy in not considering this when he asked Little
Jack to fly in to rescue him; although, to his credit, he had been desperate as
well.
He dashed to the ramp and jumped onto it
just as the ground beneath him tumbled into the abyss. The ship rose and Lancaster stood at the edge,
watching below. The broken land had
caused a chain reaction and now the entire plateau, which had evidently been
the roof of the temple, and perhaps of the entire town, was collapsing. The snow crashed down and buried everything
beneath. He hoped to perhaps see the
tips of the buildings appear as the snow landed around them, but the ice and
rocks that had made up the shell protecting the ancient village were likely
crushing the buildings under their weight.
It was gone.
Lancaster held tight to his bag, to the
one remaining artifact from the mountain town, as the ramp rose up into the
belly of the ship. He watched the
mountain became smaller beneath him until the air lock was shut, and he could
see no more.
The End
Lancaster James
will return in:
The Necropolis
of Life
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