Author's Note
Toward the beginning of the story, Amaliya is butchering the lyrics to a Depeche Mode song. The original song is Here is the House. The lyrics to the song are intentionally wrong, partly for comedic effect, but mostly because I don't want to get sued.
Take a moment to listen to the song on your favorite streaming service before you start reading and it might make more sense. At least you'll have the right tune to go with Amaliya's rendition.
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Chapter 20: With the Help of Friends
Earth, 42 years ago
A dozen young novices, distinguished as such by their white head coverings, walked down a litter-strewn street in two columns of equal length. Behind them, a pair of sisters chatted quietly among themselves while keeping watch over the flock.
Ahead of the procession, a shadowy figure stumbled forth from an alleyway. Covered loosely in a stained and dingy hospital gown, with bandages around the head and eyes, the lone figure groped at the air with outstretched arms. And after two halting steps, plowed headlong into the line of novices.
From the head of the group, a young woman shouted, "Sister Agnes, Sister Mary, come quickly! Bertilda needs help."
As the procession stopped, the pair of nuns in the rear hustled forward.
"Is everyone alright?" said Sister Agnes. "Novice Bertilda, what's wrong?" asked Sister Mary.
"Oh," they both said, as they laid eyes on the bandaged figure collapsed in Bertilda's arms.
"Quickly, girls," said Sister Agnes. "Remember your first aid training. Novice Bertilda, let's get some pressure on this wound."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Novice Kassia, pressure on this one over here."
Sister Mary turned to address several of the novices in turn. "Novice Marguerite, run and tell the others what has happened.
"Novice Evelyn, see if you can find bottled water."
"Clear some space," said Sister Agnes. "Novice Anna, help me keep the feet elevated."
"Is there anything else I can do?" asked Bertilda, her hands slick with the blood soaking through the thin fabric of the gown.
"Pray," said Sister Mary.
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On board the Black Prince, Present day.
"Get ready for a bump," said Amaliya, "Dropping out of the stream in three... two... one... and we're out."
Jade reached out and picked up the microphone from its cradle. She switched the knob to intercom. "Ladies and gentlemen... well ladies anyway... on behalf of Black Prince Airlines and the entire flight crew, I'm happy to announce we have reached our final waypoint. We are commencing braking maneuvers and will be en route to our destination shortly.
"As always, Black Prince Airlines encourages you to stay abreast of travel opportunities by visiting our web site and social media pages where you can find exciting offers on the latest travel opportunâ"
Amaliya reached out and smacked Jade on the shoulder.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"This is only my second time piloting," said Amaliya. "You could be a little more helpful."
"You're doing fine."
"Well, at least try to be less distracting."
Jade shrugged. She picked up the microphone again and raised it to her mouth.
Amaliya turned and stared. "Less distracting. Less."
Jade hung the microphone back in its cradle. "So you're the captain now?"
Amaliya narrowed her eyes to slits.
"Be nice to see Mia again," said Jade.
"It will," said Amaliya, returning her gaze to the pilot's console in front of her, tapping and swiping at the various control surfaces.
"It has been too long," said LĂșcia. Aidoru stood clustered around her.
"Why are you two not strapped in?" said Amaliya, whipping her head around. "The captain has definitely not turned off the fasten seat belts sign. We could run into a micrometeor, space debris, floating dog poo. At these speeds, all it takes it oneâ"
Jade reached forward, snatching the mic from where it rested. "Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has not yet turned off theâ
"Ow!"
"Go," said Amaliya, pointing to the doorway. "Strap in. I'm not having anyone hurt on my watch. And stop distracting me. It's only my second time."
"Let us know when you see the Hispaniola?" said LĂșcia. "Please?"
"Will do," said Jade.
"I miss Emily," said Aidoru.
"I hope she's having good times,
"with her friend Jamie."
"I miss her too," said LĂșcia, as she took Aidoru in tow and exited the conn. "Let's give pilot Amaliya some space to work."
"I have the station on the scope," said Amaliya. She leaned forward and stared. "Looks like another ship beat us to the airlock, but it's not the Hispaniola."
"Yeah." Jade leaned forward to peer at the console screen. "It looks like..."
"The Hildegard von Bingen," said Amaliya. "Umm... what are they doing here? And what am I supposed to do now? Spin down and pull up alongside? I'm not sure I'm ready for parallel parking."
"You know what to do."
"Um, match spins and..."
"Tip to tail, baby," said Jade. "Tip to tail. We connect our forward airlock with their aft airlock. Nobody has to spin down. Nobody has to spacewalk."
"I know how it works. I mean, technically. But, I've never actually done it before."
Jade shrugged. "I trust your piloting skills."
Amaliya giggled.
"What?" said Jade. "I'm serious. I do. You're a good pilot."
"Not that. It's just... well, we're in a spaceship shaped like a giant flying penis." Amaliya shook her head. "Docking with another ship shaped like a giant penis."
Jade grinned.
"Tip to tail. It's just so homoerotic. I feel like we should put on some Depeche Mode while we dock." Amaliya looked back over her shoulder and hollered, "Anybody got any Depeche Mode back there?"
"Who?" answered LĂșcia from the lounge.
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Here in the conn...
" sang Amaliya. "
Where it all happens. These tender moments, weightless in space.
"
"Is that Depeche Mode?" asked Jade.
Amaliya ignored Jade and continued the tune, humming instead of singing.
"And you wanted less distracting," mumbled Jade.
"
Your hull and our hull together,
" continued Amaliya, singing. "