Hellworld (Deathstalker Prelude) (4 page)

And yet there was something strange, right on the edge of her perception. Its light was strong but muted, and curiously indistinct. DeChance studied it warily. In a slow, creeping way it seemed to be aware of her. The esper started to back away, but even as she broke the contact, the light suddenly flared up into an awful brilliance. It burned in hideous colours, and it knew where she was. DeChance pulled the darkness around her like a cloak. Something new was abroad in the night, something huge and powerful. There were other things in the darkness too, and one by one they were waking up. Their lights grew bright and awful, and DeChance pulled back her esp, folding it in upon itself, and locking it safely away inside her mind again. She opened her eyes, and looked shakily at Captain Hunter.

“There’s something out there, Captain. It’s not like anything I’ve ever encountered before. It’s big, very old, and very powerful.”

“Dangerous?” said the Investigator.

“I don’t know,” said DeChance. “Probably. And it’s not alone.”

For a long moment, nobody said anything. Hunter felt a chill run up his spine as he realised just how shaken the esper was.

“All right,” he said finally. “Thank you, esper; that will be all. Please join the others outside. We’ll be out shortly. Dismissed.”

DeChance nodded and left. Hunter and Krystel looked at each other.

“It has to be the city,” said Krystel. “We’ve got to go there, Captain.”

“Yes. You’ve more … experience with aliens than I have, Investigator. Assuming we do find something there, what’s the best procedure?”

Krystel grinned around her cigar. “Find it. Trap it. Kill it. And burn the body afterwards, just to be sure.”

Dr. Williams sat quietly in the shadow of the pinnace, hugging his knees to his chest and staring out at his new world. All in all it looked decidedly bleak and barren, and the endless quiet was getting on his nerves. Still, he was lucky to be in the Hell Squad, and he knew it. If the Empire had been able to prove half the charges they’d made against him … but they hadn’t. His money and influence had seen to that. For a time.

He thought he’d get away with a few years’ confinement in some comfortable open prison, or perhaps just a fine and a public admonition. But in the end, too many people decided they couldn’t risk the truth coming out at a trial. So they pulled a few strings, and Dr. Williams found himself heading out towards the edge of the Empire and some nice anonymous Hell Squad planet, where his secrets could be buried with him.

It had all been very neatly done. Men he’d trusted for years had betrayed him, under the pressure of massive bribes and death threats, and suddenly he’d stood alone. He could either go with the Hell Squad or be shot in the back while trying to escape. Williams had screamed and raged and threatened, but little good it had done him. He hugged his knees tightly and glared out over the open plain.

Graham Williams was a tall, slender, handsome man in his late fifties, who looked thirty years younger. His skin was fresh and glowing, and his thick curly hair was jet-black. He had a doctor’s warm, professional smile and a pleasant manner. Half his organs, most of his skin, and all of his hair had come from other people. The donors had all been anonymous, of course. Body snatchers rarely bother to learn the names of their victims.

Williams also had a great many personal augmentations that the Empire hadn’t found out about in the short time they’d held him. Unfortunately, they were only of limited use to him now. The implanted energy crystals that ran the devices had strictly limited life spans. Once they were drained of power, all the high tech in his body would be just so much useless junk. He’d have to make the crystals last until he could acquire some more.

He smiled suddenly. That was in the future. For the moment, though the others might not realise it, he was the most powerful man in the Squad. Let the Captain enjoy his moment in charge. He’d find out the truth soon enough. Williams’ smile widened as retractable steel claws appeared at the fingertips of his right hand and then disappeared again.

He looked down at the soil samples he’d gathered, lying in a neat row in their little bags, spread out on the ground before him. He’d taken the samples as much to keep busy as anything, but you never knew your luck. There were often riches to be found in the soil, for those who knew where to look. There was money to be made on this planet somewhere, and he had no intention of missing out on any of it. The pinnace’s diagnostic equipment was primitive, to say the least, but it would do the job. Williams frowned, and hugged his knees a little tighter. It wasn’t at all what he was used to. His surgery had been known throughout the Empire; said by many to be the greatest since the fabled laboratories of lost Haden itself. All gone now, of course. Destroyed, by him, so that its secrets couldn’t be used against him.

After the rebellion of the cyborg Hadenmen, the Empire had banned most forms of human augmentation. But there were always those willing to pay highly for forbidden delights. Most of the banned devices had been fairly harmless anyway, as long as they were used sensibly. With restraint. He’d just provided a service, that was all. If he hadn’t done it, someone else would have. All right, some of his patients had died, on the table and afterwards. But they knew the risks when they came to him. And most had lived, and lived well, through the extra senses and devices he’d given them.

They all came to him; the rich, the titled, the jaded, and the decadent. All those with hidden needs and darker appetites. And to each he gave what they asked for, and charged accordingly. His prices were high, but they could afford it. Besides, he had his own needs, too.

It was the Empire’s fault he’d become what he was. He’d made his name and his reputation with his work on the Wampyr, the adjusted men. They were to have been the Empire’s new shock troops, strong and awful and ruthlessly efficient, but someone High Up got scared of their potential, and the Empress herself closed the project down. Williams had refused to give up his life’s work. He went underground, and he went private. And his triumphs with the Wampyr were nothing to what he might have achieved if the Empire hadn’t caught up with him.

He should never have relied so much on the body snatchers.

But that was all behind him now. He had a new life and new opportunities. Doctors were always in short supply on colony worlds. One way or another, he would become a man of wealth and standing again. And some way, somehow, he’d use that wealth and power to get off this stinking dirtball and back into the Empire. And then they’d pay. Then they’d all pay, for what they’d done to him.

Outside the airlock, Corbie glared at Megan DeChance.

“A city? An alien city? I don’t believe it. I just don’t bloody believe it! All the planets the Empire had to choose from and they had to drop us on a world that’s already inhabited! I mean, don’t they check for things like that first?”

“No,” said Lindholm. “That’s our job. It may not turn out too badly, Russ. There’s a lot that aliens could teach us about this planet, things we need to know. I’m willing to be friendly if they are.”

“It’s not very likely, Sven,” said Corbie. “You know the Empire’s attitude to aliens. They get put in their place, or they get put in the ground. No other choice available.”

“This is a new world,” said Lindholm. “Things could be different here.”

Corbie sniffed. “Try telling that to the Investigator.”

“I’m afraid it’s not that simple,” said DeChance quietly. “According to the probes, there aren’t any other cities. And this one appears to be deserted.”

“Wait a minute,” said Corbie. “You mean there’s nobody there?”

“There’s something there,” said DeChance. “I felt its presence.”

The two marines waited for her to continue, and then realised she’d said all she was going to. Corbie kicked disgustedly at the ground.

“Mysteries. I hate bloody mysteries.”

“I doubt it’s anything we can’t handle.”

The marines looked round sharply as Williams came over to join them. He smiled at them warmly, and nodded to the esper.

“I’m sorry if I interrupted you. I didn’t mean to intrude …”

“No, that’s all right, Doc,” said Lindholm. “This concerns you as well. Seems there’s an abandoned alien city not far from where we’ve parked.”

“Fascinating,” said Williams. “I do hope we’re going to explore it.”

“Great,” muttered Corbie. “Another bloody hero.”

Williams ignored him and concentrated his charm on Lindholm and the esper. “What do you make of our new home, my friends?”

“A little on the desolate side,” said Lindholm. “I’ve seen livelier cemeteries.”

“It’s not very attractive, I’ll admit,” said Williams calmly. “But I wouldn’t write it off just yet. There may be hidden virtues. Geology isn’t my strong suit, but if I’ve read the signs correctly, the ship’s computers just might find these soil samples very interesting.”

He patted the satchel he was carrying. Corbie looked at him with new interest.

“Are you saying there might be something here worth digging for? Gold, precious stones; things like that?”

“That sort of thing, yes,” said Williams. “I think a few test drillings might well turn up something to our mutual advantage.”

“Jewels are fine,” said Lindholm. “But you can’t eat them. For a long time to come, our only interest in the soil is going to be how well it supports our crops. The ship’s rations will run out in a few months, and that’s if we’re careful. After that, we’re on our own. Presumably there are plants and animals here somewhere that will prove safe to eat, but we’ll always need our own crops to supply us with vitamins and trace elements. First things first, Doctor.”

“You’ve been studying up on this,” said Corbie.

“I thought one of us should,” said Lindholm.

“I shouldn’t worry too much about the crops,” said Williams. “The volcanoes might look rather dramatic, but they help to produce good soil. All that pumice stone is full of phosphates, lime, and potash. Just add the right nitrates, and food should come leaping up out of the ground in no time.”

“Unfortunately, there are complications,” said DeChance. “Have you come across any signs of life yet, Doctor?”

“No,” said Williams. “Is that significant?”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” said Corbie darkly.

“Don’t mind him,” said Lindholm. “He thinks they’re all hiding from him. And if I was an alien getting my first glimpse of Corbie, I’d think about hiding too.”

“I’m surprised the Captain hasn’t joined us yet,” said Williams casually. “I thought he’d be eager to set about taking in his new territory. That
is
what military types like to do, after all. Or do we have a Captain who doesn’t like to get his hands dirty?”

“He seems solid enough,” said Lindholm, frowning.

“And he can take all the time he likes about coming out, as far as I’m concerned,” said Corbie. “It’s nice and peaceful out here without him. Who needs some officer type yelling orders? That’s one of the few good things about being in a Hell Squad; no more dumb rules and regulations.”

“The Captain’s in charge of the Squad,” said Williams. “He still gives the orders.”

“Yeah, but that’s different,” said Corbie. “What I’m talking about is no more having to salute, no more surprise inspections; no standing guard in the rain because your boots aren’t shiny enough, or slaving all day over make-work designed to keep the lower orders busy. I’ve had a bellyful of that in my time. And besides … just suppose I did decide I wasn’t going to obey an order; what could Hunter do about it? There aren’t any Guards or Military Police here to back him up. There’s just him….”

“Wrong,” said Investigator Krystel.

They all looked round quickly, to discover Krystel and Captain Hunter standing just outside the open airlock. Corbie couldn’t help noticing they both had hands resting near their disrupters. He smiled uneasily, and stood very still.

“The Captain is in command here,” said Krystel. “You do as he says, or I’ll hurt you, marine. We’re still citizens of the Empire, with all the responsibilities that entails.”

“Oh sure,” said Corbie quickly. “Anything you say, Investigator.”

“I gather some of you are interested in mineral rights,” said Hunter. “Jewels, precious metals, and the like. If I were you, I should bear in mind that very few colonists ever strike it rich. They’re too busy working every hour God sends just to keep their heads above water. No, people; it’s much more likely you’ll get yourself killed doing something stupid, because you were daydreaming about gold mines instead of keeping your mind on the job. For the time being, just concentrate on keeping yourself and the rest of the Squad alive. Now then, since you’ve all had a nice little rest, I think it’s time for a spot of healthy exercise. Some fifteen miles from here is a deserted alien city. We’re going to go and take a look at it. On foot, with full field kit and standard backpacks. We start in thirty minutes.”

“On foot?” said Williams. “Why not fly there in the pinnace? There’s more than enough power in the batteries.”

“That’s right, there is,” said Hunter. “And that’s where it’s staying, until we have an emergency that justifies using it. I’m certainly not wasting it on a joy ride. Besides, I think it’s better that we take our time approaching the city. This world is still new to us; if we’re going to make mistakes, let’s make them where it doesn’t matter. Oh, and people, keep your eyes open and your heads down. This is a reconnaissance mission, not an attack force.”

“But what about the pinnace itself?” asked Williams. “Is it wise to just go off and leave it unguarded? Anything could happen to it while we were gone. And if anything were to happen to the equipment stored on board…”

“Dr. Williams,” said Hunter pleasantly, “that’s enough. I’m the Captain; I don’t have to explain myself to you. And I don’t take kindly to having my orders questioned all the time. You must learn to trust me, Doctor, and obey my orders implicitly. Because if you don’t, I’ll let the Investigator have you. The pinnace will be perfectly safe in our absence. Isn’t that right, Investigator?”

“Right,” said Krystel indistinctly, relighting her cigar. She puffed at it a few times to make sure she’d got it just the way she wanted, then fixed Williams with a cold stare. “We’ll activate the force screen before we go, and the computers will be on battle readiness until we return. All told, the ship will probably be safer than we will.”