Guardian Awakening (9 page)

He regularly checked on Aesia. She had stopped shivering and was asleep. He finished the hut by throwing the undamaged waterproof sheet over the roof to ensure it was as watertight as possible. He went over to Aesia, woke her and took the waterproof sheet, telling her he needed it. He laid the sheet on the floor of the new hut. He then went to her and picked her up carefully. As he did so he sensed her anger and, something else she covered with the anger.
 

He carried her over to the new hut and laid her on the waterproof sheet. He went back to the ship and picked up the bedding and the spare clothes. He carried them over to her and made her as comfortable as possible. She accepted his help with a sullen expression on her face. He dismantled the lean-to he had hastily made and used the material to make a small porch structure over the open end of the hut, to protect the entrance from wind and driving rain. Aesia had propped herself up on the bedding and just sat watching him. When he had finished, he judged it was about mid-afternoon. He squatted down next to her.

He looked up at the grey sky. “Doesn’t it ever stop raining in this bloody place, it’s just like home.” He smiled at her trying to break the tension between them.

She frowned at him.

“You don’t like being dependant on me, do you?” he asked.

“No, it is shameful that I have to rely on a creature such as you!”

“Well the feeling is mutual! I certainly don’t want to be stranded here for the rest of my life, and you are the only one who knows how to get us out of here.” He glanced back at the ruined craft. “We are stuck with one another I’m afraid.” He rocked back on his heels. “God knows what got into me agreeing to come with you in the first place.”

Aesia snorted then shifted her position, pain made her grimace. “I’m hungry”

“OK.”

Tristan rummaged for the emergency rations in the rucksack, handed some to Aesia, and sat and ate some himself. Once he had finished, he went to search for a tree with thin, pliable bark. He found one close to the ship. He pulled the bark off in strips. He made a depression in the ground under the porch and laid the bark, followed by some twigs. Using the laser on low power, he dried then lit the small pile, making a good fire. He piled on thicker branches. Even though they were wet, they soon dried and caught. He had rescued some pots from the galley so he arranged them about the site to catch water.
 

He settled down by the fire and glanced at Aesia. She had been getting fidgety. He noticed tears welling in her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
 

She flushed and put her head in her hands “I … I need to pee.”
 

“Oh.” He turned his head away for a moment to compose his features.
Best not make things worse by smiling Tristan “
Right, come on then.
”
He lifted and carried her into the trees a short way, her discomfort and embarrassment plain as he supported her while she attended to her toilet. Tristan made no comment and shut his mind, lest she get angry.
 

He carried her back to the shelter. He collected more firewood before darkness fell and he piled up the fire. They ate more of the rations.

“Right, we should get some sleep” Tristan announced. He ensured Aesia was comfortable, lay down beside her, and promptly fell into a dreamless sleep. She woke during the night, shivering.
 

“I’m cold.”

 
It was too wet and dark to find more firewood for the fire so he put his arms round her. She drew close to share his warmth. Her hair smelt of wood smoke and the delicate faint sent he had smelt before. Her shivering subsided and she quickly fell back to sleep.
 

Tristan lay listening to her soft regular breathing.
What the hell am I doing here? On an unknown alien planet with this strange, difficult and unpredictable creature!
The events of the last few days had not given him time to think. With everything spinning round in his head sleep would be a long time coming. His mind relaxed on the edge of sleep when Aesia shifted in his arms and groaned. For a brief moment he had vision of a barrier she was holding, behind it something he could not quite see, something, something…. he drifted back to sleep.

The next morning, he woke to sunlight streaming through the trees. It had stopped raining. Aesia was still sound asleep, her head propped upon his arm, and one of her arms thrown over him. He lay still for a while so as not to wake her. When she woke she immediately pulled away from him. Tristan sighed, got up and prepared the rations for breakfast.

There were sufficient glowing embers in the fire to restart it without having to use precious laser power, so he built it up and soon had a good fire going. He had seen signs of small animals in the forest, and due to the shortage of rations they needed to eat what he could hunt and forage for. He spent most of the morning stripping wire from the ship and making traps. He had not seen any sign of large animals, so he hoped there were none about.
 

He asked Aesia, “Do you know anything about this planet, are we going to face any large predators?”

She shook her head. “No I don’t, all I know is it has a navigation beacon and there is no intelligent life.” She shrugged.

“What about your computer, has that any information?”
 

She fumbled at her belt and checked the screen. After a few seconds she shook her head. “No nothing.” She moved her leg and winced.

“Let me check your leg.”

She nodded. “All right.”
 

Tristan carefully unwrapped the splint and checked. He was relieved to find no infection. He had expected there to be problems in this damp climate.

“How long does it take for your species to mend a broken bone?” he asked as he carefully rebound her leg with clean bandages from the crashed ship.

“I should be able to walk short distances with support in about five days. With luck it will be completely healed ten to twelve days after that.”

“Wow, that’s quick!” Tristan exclaimed.

“Well we are superior.” She tilted her head slightly and smiled, taking the edge off her arrogant tone.

The rest of the day he explored their surroundings and set his traps.

The following morning he was woken by Aesia sitting up. She smiled at him. “Hello.”
 

“Morning.” Tristan sighed, stretched then got up to check his traps. Two of them contained small animals similar to rabbits. He quickly killed and skinned them and hung them on a stout twig. He then reset the traps. Then he made Aesia some crutches. She hobbled about a little after he had shown her how to use them. That evening Tristan cooked the animals he had caught. Aesia waited while he worked since she had never been taught to do such a menial task as cook.
 

Tristan questioned her, “Don’t they teach you survival skills in your military?”

She wiped some gravy that had run down her chin and shook her head. “No.”

Tristan regarded her eating for a moment, relishing the cooked meat. “That’s a bit short sighted isn’t it?”

She paused and looked at him with her strange eyes. “No, we are never defeated, so why train for something that never happens?”

Tristan wanted to ask her if that was true, why had she crashed behind his cottage, but thought better of it and just said, “Oh I see.”
 

She quickly devoured the remainder of the food. Tristan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand; at least they would not starve on this planet, and the meat tasted good after days of ship’s rations.

The next four days passed quickly, and Aesia was getting stronger. Tristan insisted she not push herself too hard, as he didn’t want to have to reset her leg. To make sure she was strong enough, he decided to wait until the sixth day before starting their journey. He half expected her to argue, throw a tantrum, or try to hit him; but, she agreed readily. He even wondered if she was plotting something unpleasant, but he could not imagine what. Her thoughts were a jumbled turmoil. He sensed the barrier hiding he knew not what, so he blocked off his mind and tried to ignore her.
 

During the fifth night, he was woken by Aesia shaking him. “Tristan,” she hissed. “There is something big out there moving around. Can you see it?”

Tristan slowly sat up. “I can’t see anything, it’s too dark,” he whispered back. He heard her frustrated sigh.

“Pass me the gun, quickly, it’s coming closer!”

Tristan reached to the side and felt for the gun. He had positioned it so it would fall to hand easily. He passed it to Aesia. Just at that moment a snuffling noise came from the general direction of their ruined ship. He heard Aesia flick off the safety catch. He felt her tense beside him; she fired the laser in one quick burst. The flash of light, an unearthly scream, and all was silent again.
 

“Got it!” Aesia exclaimed. “Now we can get back to sleep.” She lay back down.
 

Tristan listened for a while, then lay back down himself.
 

The following morning, he remembered the creature she had shot in the night. He rolled over so he could get to his knees without disturbing her, crawled forward out of the shelter stood, and went to investigate.
 

He found a creature about the size of a small bear with grey, mottled fur. Vicious looking teeth protruded from its half open mouth. Tristan wrinkled his nose, a foul smell emanated from the dead creature.
 

He walked away from the stinking corpse. If there was one there will be others. The smell would probably soon start to attract them. He made a decision; now would be a good time to start their journey. He turned back to the shelter. Aesia had emerged and tried to pull herself up with her crutches. Tristan hurried over to help her.

“No I can do it myself!”

“OK.” He stood back and watched her struggle to her feet. He waited until she was standing straight and steady. “The animal you shot is large and from the looks of its teeth a meat eater. It stinks to high heaven.”

“I can smell it from here.” She wrinkled her nose.

“I think it is time we moved off.”
 

She nodded. “I agree, I’m ready to go as long as you don’t push me too hard.”
 

“We will go the pace you can manage, OK?”

“Yes, thank you.” She hesitated and frowned at him.

“What?”

She took a deep breath. “Why are you doing this?”

“What do you mean, doing what?”

“A Sicceian would have left me.” She paused. “Perhaps given me a gun with one power cell. If I could recover and catch up well and good otherwise….” She left the sentence hanging and shrugged.

“Well that is not the way we do things!” he said shaking his head. “The only time I would leave you is if you were dead, and even then I would make sure you had a decent burial!” He regretted the way he had spoken to her then, it was harsh. He moderated his tone. “We would never leave a comrade even a dying one.”

“That is inefficient.”

“No it’s not. For an effective fighting unit to operate at its best you have to rely on each other, to know that your comrades will watch your back whatever happens.”

She shook her head. “You are strange.”

He stared at her for a moment then shrugged. “Well we are going together or not at all.”

“As you wish.”

Aesia configured her pocket computer to a direction finder. She had set it to receive the beacon’s location signal so they would know in which direction they had to walk. “Can you see the direction if you access the computer?” she asked.

Tristan opened his mind to the small device, and superimposed on his vision were coordinates, and as he moved his head they changed. She had set the system so if they were facing the correct direction the system showed zero degrees and a distance. Tristan had not yet learnt their unit of distance, but from the high number they had a long way to go.

“Yes.” He checked the direction then closed the link with the computer, the image was distracting.
 

Tristan gathered up everything he could carry in the rucksack. He also carried a couple of the rabbit-like creatures so they would have something to eat at the end of the day. He carried a bow, arrows, and a spear he had made while waiting for Aesia to get fit enough to travel. With only one spare power charge, he wanted to leave the gun for special emergencies only, such as meeting another of those bear things, or whatever other large predator they might find on their route.

Once he had packed all the essentials that he could carry they started their marathon journey. Aesia made slow progress through the thick undergrowth on her crutches. Tristan had done some scouting during the past few days and found that the wood continued as far as he could see. After several hours struggle, Aesia needed to rest. They found a small clearing and sat down together. Tristan had packed cold meat, left over from the previous night’s cooking efforts. Aesia ate and drank the food and water Tristan offered her. After a short rest, she declared herself ready to continue their journey. A few hours later, she collapsed, exhausted.

Tristan estimated they had travelled no more than four or five miles for the day’s effort. While Aesia rested, he made a quick camp using the waterproof sheets he had brought with them. He set the traps, built a fire, and then cooked the meat he had kept from the previous night. Once they had eaten, he took the bow, arrows, and spear and went to see what he could find. After an hour or so, he located a small deer-like creature grazing on a small bush. It was nervous, so he made sure he was downwind, and crept carefully towards it. When he was in range, he carefully raised his bow, took aim. The arrow hit the animal squarely in the side. It jumped and ran for a little way before falling to its knees. Tristan finished it with a thrust from his spear. He lifted it over his shoulders and walked back to their camp.
 

Aesia was sitting with the laser on her lap. As Tristan approached she pointed it in his direction. “Careful where you point that!”