The Mechanisms Aboard the UNSS
Green Earth
By S. A. Freeman
"Be careful," Tasha said, pulling her ponytail out of her white jumpsuit, "and don't forget to log everything. Your PDA isn't even on."
Lily turned around and frowned, saying, "Sorry,
boss
."
Tasha huffed and stepped forward, clicking Lily's PDA on, nearly knocking it off its small stand. The screen blinked to life, and they both appeared on the screen, Tasha's dark hazel eyes glaring down at the smaller Lily. "You Mooners get on my nerves. This is the third time this week I've had to tell you to follow protocol."
She was small, but Lily managed a feisty scowl that reeked of disdain. "Can you stop hovering?"
Turning, Tasha rolled her eyes, and headed back to her station across the large, open, whitewashed bay called Lab-03, saying as she went, "Just be careful with those chemicals. Goddamn."
"Go to hell," Lily muttered, turning back to her PDA. Facing it, she said, "Lily Schultz, Biochemist, R-5, located in Lab-03. Mixing Substrate-12 with potassium nitrate and magnesium in an attempt to create a resistant and long-lasting fertilizer for assistance on the AgriMartian project."
That out of the way, she turned to the vials before her. Substrate-12 sat in a black glass container, while the potassium nitrate and magnesium sat in large glass beakers. It was a simple thing, just to mix them, but she had to be careful. First, she leaned forward, closely inspecting the glasses that sat on the cold steel countertop, checking them over for foreign substances. Theoretically, they should've been clear, given the counter-contaminant measures and double airlock doors, but a once over always helped.
As she inspected them, Tasha, behind her, said, "I'm heading over to Lab-02. You're the only one in here, so be careful."
"Yeah," Lily said, not turning around. She could hear the first airlock open and shut with a hiss, and then was left in silence. The beaker with the magnesium was cold, but the air in the labs was always nearly intolerably cold without the warmth of the jumpsuits. She gripped it and poured it into a large flask, before doing the same with the potassium nitrate, and mixed the two with a glass stir rod. Then, carefully, she grabbed the neck of the vial with Substrate-12.
When she poured the gross, viscous black liquid out, it landed on the powder below with a couple of plops. It looked like a sort of tar, and crept like a slug from the vial, drip, dripping down in liquid chunks. Lily watched it, eyes glossing over in boredom as she waited for it all to seep from the glass, when a smell hit her nose. Something foul seemed to be in the air that made her face scrunch. She sniffed around for a moment, careful to hold the vial where it was, trying to locate the source of the smell. It seemed to be all around her workspace for a moment. Leaning in to the mixture, however, she had to jerk away quickly. The smell was so powerful it singed her nose, smelling like a chemical burn. Her body tensed, and her eyes shot wide. Icy adrenaline stabbed through her gut as she turned to the PDA, yanking Substrate-12 away from the mixture flask Quickly she punched a button on the side of the PDA, prompting a small dialpad to pop up. One-one-two, was all she had to press, just one-one-two.
She got to the third number when the flask burst into a white, thunderous explosion. By the time Tasha and her team arrived, frantic and panicked, the fire suppression system had already done its job, leaving the room blackened, smokey, and empty. Klaxons wailed and people hurried aside as the responder team pried their way into the airlocks. Tasha watched, lips pursed, eyes empty, fists clenched, and cheeks stained.
"Go, go, c'mon!"
"I'm going!"
"Go faster!" McKinzie said, ushering the man in front of her to the emergency lift. They hurried down a hexagonal hallway, the corner lights flashing red in sequence as a mechanical voice echoed through the hallways.
On again, it clamored: "Code-Orange in Lab-03. Fire Team 02, Medical Team 04, Engineering Team 01, respond immediately to Deck-02. Repeat. Repeat."
"Price goddamnit, you need to work out more!" she shouted.
He looked over his shoulder with a snarky glare. "Right now? Jokes right now?"
"Just go!"
Loudly they bolted down the hallway, their boots hammering on the grated floor hard enough to shake it. The emergency lift was down a hall, to the left, next to one of the fuel-regulation rooms. As they bolted toward the set of steel lift doors, someone stepped out of the regulation and watched them pass.
"Is everything alright?" they called.
McKinzie turned as they arrived at the lift, Price hammering away at one of the doors' buttons. She shrugged, panting, and said, "No clue."
"C'mon," Price said, the doors opening to a small, dark elevator playing the emergency broadcast inside. McKinzie jumped in, the doors slamming shut behind her as the lift jerked up.
Both of them were panting, leaning on the handholds on the wall. "What the fuck happened, you think?" Price asked, watching the number above the doors shift from five, to four, to three.
"I don't know." The cool air of the lift was a refreshing change from the heat of the engineering deck. McKinzie, taking a deep breath and wiping her forehead, said, "Science nuts probably got too excited and blew a gasket."
"I hope not."
She shrugged. "Yeah, well, code orange. Doubt it's something else."
Covered in bearing grease, Price, cursing under his breath, wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his dark orange jumpsuit. "This shit's not flammable right?"
"Well, only a little," McKinzie said. "I'm sure you'll be fine."
Price groaned. In a moment, the lift locked into place, and slipped open. The pair sprung out and hurried down the cleaner, rounded hallways that wove through the different labs and storage rooms of the second deck. Following a bright green line on the walls, they made their way to the charred airlock doors, just in time to see the medical team leaving. McKinzie paused. It looked like the fire was already out, and the fire team was already inside the lab inspecting the damage and aiding the scientists in securing any other materials. From inside, through the blackened glass, she could see Jonathan, the medical director of the ship, discussing something with a woman who was clearly frazzled. McKinzie pushed her way through the small crowd of white jumpsuits at the doors, and through the security cordon, Price close behind.
The room smelled foul. It was burnt flesh, absolutely, McKinzie knew. She'd smelled it too many times before to mistake it, and yet it still made her gut churn. She scowled, clenching her jaw when her boot hit the ash on the floor. As she stepped in, she caught the last of the conversation being had between Jonathan and the woman - Tasha. She looked completely disheveled, her normal black ponytail frazzled and frayed, and her face a deep red and sweaty, and McKinzie could hear the stress in her voice as it cracked and wavered.
"So she'll be fine?" Tasha asked.
Jonathan shrugged. "Likely. Looks like pretty severe skin damage, but not too much below that. If the fire guys are right, then it must've been a quick boom."
Tasha doubled over, leaning on a powdery lab counter. "Thank god. Christ, I thought I'd lost a member of my team."
"Well, I don't think she'll be coming back to work anytime soon," Jonathan said. "We're gonna try and get her back to Earth when we can. Even if her organs look like they'll eventually be fine, the skin damage was pretty bad."
