Gliese Chronicles: Thin Margin Chapter Two
By Rachel Anne Wallace
I was unnerved at Morgan's explosive comment. His speech was normally calm and professional. What had caused his outburst?" It was a split second later that I understood. I looked at Morgan not knowing what to say. It simply didn't make sense. They were gone! The alien fleet was nowhere to be seen, at least from our vantage point. More perplexing was that if they were gone they had left one of their largest ships, the one with us in it, behind. It made no sense. Then another possibility struck me, the ship holding us had left the enemy fleet taking us with it. I quickly scanned the monitors, then let out a slow breath.
Morgan looked at me, his face as blank as I expected mine was. I watched as he looked at the screens, hoping to see something we had both missed up to this point. I finally managed to regain my composure, though my mind was still trying to come to grips with what I had seen—or not seen.
"Commander, any suggestions, thoughts?"
"Not at the moment. I think we need more information to verify what we think we've seen. Maybe it's different, maybe they have moved their fleet to our blind side where we can't see to deceive us. I don't think our position has changed, at least not from our sensor data, this vessel seems to have remained stationary."
"That's possible, though maybe this vessel has moved outward slowly by itself without our noticing. But, you're right, we need more information. Their fleet may have shifted position relative to this ship and are still here."
"Captain. Let's send the probe out again, this time to pick up communications traffic, we seem to be a little limited right now in terms of reception in passive mode being inside. We might pick something up we can use before we decide we need to go active with our sensors and give ourselves away."
It sounded like a good initial approach. The other thing I was concerned with pertained to the ship we were on—what was taking place in this vessel, had they taken all of their crew members off without our knowing it? Was a crew still onboard preparing to board us? A quick glance at the rear-facing monitors didn't reveal activity in the hangar bay.
"Comm. Deploy the probe again, the same program as before, this time, make the sensors active."
"Aye Captain."
After a few minutes, we watched as the probe left the opening of the hangar bay and began its journey towards the bow of the alien ship. Video from the probe showed distant stars and a planet as before, but no ships—neither theirs nor ours from this perspective. We continued to watch as the probe reached the bow and started its return aft at a slightly higher elevation along the alien ship's hull.
"Comm, are you picking up any communications?"
"Some distant signals, none close. I have signals from this alien vessel as before. They seem to be at station keeping, their engines are live, electronic devices, no identifiable voice. In fact, their climate control appears to be operational."
"Comm, run another scan and put their environmental stats up on screen three."
Ten minutes later, Morgan and I watched as the screen filled with a table and a chart of temperatures along their hull. The temperatures suggested the interior was being kept at about twenty-two degrees C., suitable for occupation by organic beings based upon our own physiological profile. The only problem was, we had no direct evidence of a crew being onboard—but a ship this size had to have one somewhere. Unless it was fully automated.
"Commander, we know their vessels are pressurized as when we hit them earlier we observed contents being blown outward, including gases. That means an atmosphere of some kind, for some reason. Electronics don't need an atmosphere, just protection from temperature extremes to operate optimally."
"Agreed. Let's send the probe over the top and survey the whole area to make sure we are actually alone with this vessel. If we leave I guess we should remain cloaked and passive, no reason to give them something to shoot at. We don't know how much defensive armament this ship has."
I felt better knowing we basically agreed on a course of action. There were still too many open questions and too few answers. At least we hadn't been shot at yet, I just wondered how long that would last. I turned my attention back to the video feed from our probe as it slowly worked its way back towards the hangar deck, half an hour had elapsed before the probe topped the vessel's deck and peered towards space beyond. There, at a distance of about fifteen kilometers were two spacecraft—our own!
"Captain, those are our craft. They must be keeping an eye on this vessel while the rest have gone on with the enemy fleet."
I pressed the condition button on my console and placed the crew on yellow alert, there didn't seem to be any reason to remain at red, or general quarters, at this point. I was watching the monitor as the probe reentered the hangar bay and slowly worked its way back towards our shuttle bay, it was then I noticed some writing on the hangar wall as its light went on in the dark interior. "Comm, have the probe scan the hangar deck more closely, particularly for markings or other symbols."
"Aye, Captain."
We watched the monitors and saw several areas where there were indistinct markings of some sort that appeared faded, offering little additional information. Disappointed with the result, I watched as the probe made its turn towards Avenger's shuttle bay. I was desperate for more information on who the inhabitants of this vessel were, so far I had come up empty—they remained faceless, unknown.
It seemed logical now that the best course of action was to leave our hiding place cloaked and rendezvous with our own forces to share intelligence. I would contact them after we were well away from both this vessel and them—no reason to reveal we were here if they hadn't made the connection we were onboard their ship, though this seemed unlikely. There was also the possibility the enemy had eyes and ears where we didn't expect them to be. Of course, I was assuming our spacecraft was still in our own hands and not that of the enemy. It could be a trap.
"Commander, I think it's time for us to leave this comfy place."
Morgan grinned at me, "Comfy, is it? I assume we go out cloaked and silent. No reason to be careless at this point."
"Yes. We need to make sure our ships are friendly, once we know for sure we can find out what happened while we were unable to get complete readings of our own of the enemy fleet."
I pressed the button on my console to take us to general quarters and watched as the bridge crew grew vigilant and business-like. I felt my heart rate go up. It was time to be bold again.
"Helm, take us out once we are cloaked, then maneuver us under this vessel and make a course past the two ships at lying at station, then come to station ten kilometers beyond them."