United: An Alienated Novel (32 page)

Angry chatter broke out, murmurings of
offer?
and
conditional?
filling the room. The representative from China stood up and bellowed, “You’re in no position to dictate terms. We have the power to drive you into extinction.”

Despite the threat, Zane’s computerized voice remained as impassive as ever. “Your Voyagers are alive and in stasis on board their ship. As a courtesy for the release of our prisoners, we will return yours as well.”

Cara leaned forward, waiting for Alona to accept the offer on behalf of the Council. Maybe the terms were a bit restrictive and Zane’s delivery less than humble, but as long as the Voyagers returned home and everyone lived in peace, who cared?

Apparently, several people.

“What about restitutions?” demanded one representative.

“Forget restitutions. They should pay with blood!” shouted another.

“Total extinction!”

“It’s what they deserve!”

“Stop.” Cara stood from her seat and faced the group, beseeching them with wide eyes. “I have no love for the Aribol. What they did to us was unforgivable. They almost wiped out two civilizations just because they were afraid we’d team up against them. But there’s an entire crew of humans and L’eihrs on that Voyager ship who risked everything to give us the information we needed to survive. Now they’re counting on us to bring them home.”

“What about the dead?” argued the bearded man. “And their families? They’re counting on us to vindicate them. We must never forget their sacrifice.”

“We don’t have to forgive—or forget. We only have to look forward.” Cara spread her arms and told the Council a simple truth. “The last few weeks have taught me that life is worth fighting for. And life is made up of a series of moments like these—
choices
like these. It’s those choices that define us. Our decision today will affect the future of three worlds. So what will we choose? To avenge the dead, or save the living?”

She peered from one pair of eyes to the next as silence thickened the room. A few faces turned down in contemplation. Others shook their heads or set their jaws. She didn’t know what more she could say. She’d delivered her best argument, straight from the heart. If that didn’t sway them, nothing would. So she squared her shoulders and faked a confidence she didn’t feel, then made a formal motion before the Council.

“I move to accept the Aribols’ terms and bring our people home. I move to fight for the living. Who will second it?”

Night had fallen, but with no windows inside the ship, Cara didn’t realize it until Colonel Rutter appeared in the doorway and announced, “Pack it up, kids. This is your last call. Everyone to the shuttle.”

Cara pulled her head out of a storage cubby and clicked off her flashlight. She sat back on her heels and looked at Aelyx, who was elbow-deep in a waste chute at the other end of the lab. From there, she shared a glance with Troy, Elle, and Syrine, all of whom had paused with various alien artifacts clutched in their hands, their eyes round with the same realization.

The elixir wasn’t here, assuming it existed at all.

“Can’t we have a few more minutes?” Cara asked. “There’s one area we haven’t searched.”

“No can do, Sweeney.” The colonel thumbed behind him. “The nuke’s here. I have to prep for the remote detonation, and my team can’t bring the warhead on board until everyone’s gone. It emits radiation—low-level stuff, but you know, safety regulations and all.”

Nobody spoke or moved. All eyes shifted to Syrine as if waiting to see how she would react. Cara held her breath, and she knew the others did, too. None of them had expected to find the elixir, but they’d wanted more than anything to be wrong.

Syrine set down a metal object and brushed off her hands. Her expression was neutral, as though she’d already made peace with David’s fate. When she joined the colonel at the door, the rest of them did the same.

Elle cupped Syrine’s cheek and shared something through Silent Speech. Whatever she said made Syrine smile, and the two linked arms and led the way into the hall. But before the rest of them could follow, Rutter blocked their path.

“I need a word.” Rutter snagged Troy by the sleeve. “You, too, Sergeant.”

Troy stiffened his backbone and saluted the colonel.

“At ease.”

With his feet spread hip-width apart, Troy relaxed his posture and folded both hands behind his back.

“First of all,” Rutter said, beaming at Cara, “that was some smooth talking you did back there at the Council meeting. I didn’t get a chance to tell you, but I’m mighty proud.” He clapped her on the shoulder. “You’ve come a long way from that shell-shocked girl I met last year in the principal’s office.”

Cara’s face heated. She didn’t know why, but praise always made her more uncomfortable than insults. She lifted a shoulder and gave a small grin. “Thanks. I’m just glad enough people agreed with me.” The vote had been close.

“As for you,” the colonel said to Troy, “I pulled some strings with the president, and she awarded you a full pardon for assaulting her secret service officers.”

Troy released a lungful of air. “No court-martial?”

“That’s right, son,” Rutter told him, then inclined his head. “As for my decision to relieve you of duty, I’m more than willing to rescind that order …” He trailed off, using his sharp, gray eyes to deliver a message. “
If
that’s what you want.”

A slow smile spread over Troy’s face. When he darted a glance at Cara, her heart lifted because she knew what his decision would be. “Thank you, sir.” Troy stood at attention, flattening both arms by his sides. “It’s been my honor and privilege to serve as a United States Marine, but I respectfully request to join my sister on the L’eihr colony.”

Rutter brought a hand to his forehead in a salute. “Request granted, Sergeant Sweeney. Consider yourself honorably discharged.” He grinned and vigorously shook Troy’s hand. “Now get your asses on that shuttle so I can start the fireworks.”

When the first blush of dawn kissed the horizon, Cara and Aelyx sat cross-legged on one of many patchwork quilts spread over the safe house lawn. The countdown had begun, and with ninety seconds left to detonation, soldiers whooped and hollered as they jogged away from their posts and settled in to join the party. The excitement was infectious, like the Fourth of July and Christmas wrapped into one, and at the heart of it all were Mom and Dad, smiling as they carried trays of white paper coffee cups from one blanket to the next.

“Everybody take one,” Dad said. “I added a nip of something special.”

Troy took two cups. While handing one of them to Elle, he sniffed the coffee and flinched, then let out a low whistle. “
Yeah,
you did.”

“What’s in it?” Elle asked him, side-eyeing the brew.

“Jet fuel,” Troy joked.

Cara hesitated when Mom brought the tray to her blanket. “Go ahead,” Mom said with a wink. “It’s a celebration.”

As she and Aelyx helped themselves, someone shouted, “Thirty seconds!”

Dad tossed aside his empty tray, his face positively giddy. He waved Mom over to a quilt in the front, and while she tiptoed in between blankets, Mom raised her cup. “Quick, a toast. What should we drink to?”

One of the soldiers hollered, “To victory!” and his comrades cheered.

Everyone lifted their coffees in unison and chanted, “To victory.”

When Cara tapped the rim of her cup against Aelyx’s, she glanced into his eyes and caught him watching her with so much adoration that she forgot to take a drink. Something fluttered behind her navel, and for a long moment, there was only the two of them, drunk on love and the promise of the lifetime that lay ahead of them. If it were possible to feel any happier than this, she didn’t know how.

Brightness flashed from high above. It started as a pinpoint of light in the center of the Destroyer and quickly multiplied into a blinding fireball that forced Cara to shield her eyes and clench them tight. Even through closed lids, she could see the explosion, like a second sun. The boom came next, stronger than a hundred thunderclaps. On and on it went. The roar tore through the heavens for so long Cara peeked between her fingers to make sure mankind hadn’t broken the sky.

The Destroyer was gone. All that remained of its hull were the north and south spear tips, growing smaller by the second as they spiraled into space. Smaller chunks of metal had fallen into the atmosphere. They caught flame and streaked toward the ground, hurtling, Cara hoped, into the oceans or deserts instead of more populated areas.

Before long, the sky cleared and the early rays of sunlight painted the clouds light pink. Cheers and applause broke out, and then turned to shouts of delight when the front porch bulb flickered on and off a few times and glowed steadily. Cara set her coffee aside and clapped her hands, thinking of Larish hard at work somewhere in a government think tank.

He’d done it.

She was still smiling when her senses prickled, as if she were being watched, and she glanced over her shoulder to find Syrine sitting on the front porch steps, hunched over with her arms wrapped around her knees. She wasn’t looking at anyone in particular, just staring blankly over the lawn.

Aelyx had noticed her, too. While the celebration raged on, he and Cara strode to the front porch steps and sat on either side of Syrine. Aelyx handed her his coffee.

“Drink it,” he said, and flashed a teasing smile. “It contains a substance rumored to manufacture cheer
and
put hair on your chest. Humans call it whiskey.”

Syrine played along, taking a sip and then peeking down the front of her shirt. “The rumors don’t appear to be true.” She returned the coffee to him with a weak smile. “You don’t have to do this. I’ll be all right.”

“We want to help,” Cara said. “What can we do?”

Syrine rested her chin in her hand and turned her gaze to the trees. “Not much, really. I’ll need help retrieving David’s body from where I hid it. Then when the transport arrives, I want to lay him to rest on the colony. That’s what you can do for me. Take us home.”

Cara rubbed Syrine’s back. “I can do that.” Then the three of them sat in silence and watched a new day unfold. There was no more that needed to be said.

Chapter Twenty-One

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 28

L’eihr: The Final,
Final
Frontier

Guess what! After three weeks of waiting for the L’eihr transport to arrive, another two weeks hurtling through intergalactic wormholes, and five more days in quarantine, I’m finally writing to you from the colony in my new apartment on the third floor!

Why a new apartment, you ask? Because the old one—as seen on pages 52-54 of
Squee Teen
magazine—was damaged by a tidal surge when the Aribol Destroyer crashed into the ocean. Brief as it was, the surge really packed a punch. Our first season’s crops are ruined, half the solar-powered cars washed out to sea, and I found something in my underwear drawer resembling a jellyfish with spider legs instead of tentacles. (Aelyx says it’s harmless, but I still plan to burn those undies.)

Fortunately, we colonists aren’t afraid to roll up our sleeves and get our hands dirty. Which I’m about to do in the literal sense. Those seedlings that arrived from the continent aren’t going to plant themselves.

If you’ve applied to join the colony, please be patient with us as we rebuild. Construction is underway for a new fleet of transports and Voyager ships. Once they’re ready, we can open the cosmos for new immigration and visits from family members. (I’m talking to you, Mom and Dad.)

Until then, please be good to each other and savor every moment on that beautiful planet of yours. It’s not every day mankind dodges an apocalyptic bullet and lives to party on.

Posted by Cara Sweeney

Cara had just closed her laptop when the distant rumble of thrusters drew her attention to the window. She set her computer on the futon cushion and rushed to the glassy pane, a smile lifting the corners of her mouth as she watched a fifty-passenger shuttlecraft touch down on the beach.

“They’re here,” she called to Aelyx in the bedroom. “The Voyagers are home.”

Actually, the Voyager ship had arrived four days ago, just one day behind the transport from Earth, but strict quarantine protocols had delayed the colonists’ reunion until now. Cara bounced on her toes as the shuttle hatch opened and a set of stairs was unfolded below it. She couldn’t wait to throw her arms around Jake Winters’s neck.

Funny how much had changed.

Aelyx sauntered, half-dressed, through the bedroom doorway and snagged a clean tunic from the storage bureau on his way out. The sight of his bare chest stunned her into a momentary daze, and clearly he noticed, because he proceeded to pull on his shirt and lower it with exaggerated slowness. Finally when the last sliver of his bronze, buttonless belly was concealed, he cleared his throat and blinked innocently.

“You were saying?”

Cara slid him a challenging glance. She was tempted to give him a taste of his own medicine, but the competition would have to wait. “The volunteers just landed, and I think their colony reps”—she pointed back and forth between them—“should be there to welcome them. Don’t you?”