ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-EIGHT
GARRISON REEVES
Even from a distance, Garrison could see that Orli was very near death from the ravages of the alien plague that had killed the rest of his clan. Aelin’s suggestion for a miracle cure seemed ridiculous, but Orli obviously needed a miracle.
After Orli plunged through the bloater membrane as the green priest had directed, her compy detached the Proud Mary and flew it to a safe distance above the ekti-extraction operations. Garrison anxiously watched for some kind of signal from the dying woman. He could sense that no one really expected her to survive, though Aelin smiled with eager fascination. Garrison wished he had the same confidence.
He wanted to go retrieve her himself, but Lee Iswander sent Alec Pannebaker instead. Pannebaker flew the inspection pod over to the drifting nodule. He arrived just as a thin, spacesuited form pulled herself back out through the bloater wall similar to a child being born, then floated like driftwood in the vacuum.
Pannebaker transmitted, “I’ll fetch her—and I just saw her move. Hard to believe, but she’s still alive!”
Garrison’s heart skipped a beat.
Then, unexpectedly, the Proud Mary exploded. The fireball expanded, flared brighter, and vanished. All traces of the plague-ridden ship were gone.
Seth began to cry. “DD was aboard!”
Garrison put his arm around his son’s shoulder, sad for the loss of the compy, though he could not tear his gaze away from Orli’s rescue. His joy at learning she was still alive was entirely out of proportion given that he barely knew her.
Pannebaker snagged the spacesuited form with the pod’s manipulator arms, spun the vessel, and raced back to the cluster of modules. “What are your instructions, Chief? We still have to follow quarantine measures.”
“That will not be necessary,” Aelin said. “She is cleansed, healthy… restored. The plague will be gone from her.” His eyes had a strange sheen of utter conviction like a fanatic. Unfortunately, fanatics could be wrong.
“We’re not taking any chances,” Iswander said. “Set up an isolated module so that we can observe her. We’ll keep her completely separate from any other workers until we can confirm that all signs of the disease are gone.”
“We need to be quick about it, Chief,” Pannebaker replied. “I don’t dare take her aboard my pod, and she’s got limited air in her suit.”
Iswander ordered a small group of workers to move out of a new habitation module, which was then sealed off. Pannebaker raced the pod to the designated hatch and deposited Orli’s suited form in the makeshift quarantine module.
“She’ll be all alone,” Garrison said. “She’ll have to take care of herself.”
“She was doing that already,” Iswander pointed out.
Just then the station’s comm received a faint signal. “Per the instructions of my master, Orli Covitz, I am requesting a retrieval. I am just drifting in space. If anyone is listening, I would sincerely appreciate your assistance.”
Seth brightened and looked at his father. “DD’s still alive!”
The compy continued. “Before self-destructing the Proud Mary, I subjected my body to four full levels of decontamination. Now after several hours in hard vacuum, I am confident that all traces of the microorganism have been destroyed.” The compy paused. “I will understand, however, if you still wish to disintegrate me. Just to be certain.”
“No!” Seth cried.
Pannebaker was still out in his inspection pod. “What do you want me to do, Chief?”
Iswander looked at Elisa, then at Seth. “Bring the compy back and put him in quarantine with the woman.”
Pannebaker sped off to pick up DD.
Once inside the newly evacuated module, Orli removed her helmet and heaved great breaths. She wore an astonished, disbelieving look—and Garrison immediately saw on the screen that her face was free of the discolorations and blemishes that had been so prominent before. Stripping out of her environment suit, Orli looked drained but strangely rejuvenated. Her shipclothes were drenched with perspiration.
Inside the admin module, Aelin beamed. “I told you. The blood of the cosmos purged the disease and left her fresh and whole.”
During the next day, DD nursed her back to health. Orli was ravenous, and made a remarkable recovery.
While in quarantine, she also spent a great deal of time face-to-face on the comm with Garrison. They talked about their lives, the chain of events that had brought them to this wasteland on the outskirts of an unnamed star system. Orli regaled him with her adventures growing up, and Garrison talked about the Retroamers and the impossible dream of rebuilding Rendezvous.
Meanwhile, Iswander increased his ekti-extraction operations to a frenzy, worried that the shadow cloud might reappear at any time. His workers had already drained two-thirds of the bloaters, filling numerous surplus silos with stardrive fuel to be sold through their new arrangement with Kett Shipping. Meanwhile, the cluster floated closer to the bright white star.
After the regular crew, including Elisa, went back to work, Garrison had more time alone with Orli, face-to-face on the screen. Iswander still didn’t want to risk direct exposure. She talked about Matthew and how her life path had not gone the direction she expected. Hesitantly, Garrison talked about Elisa and said the same thing. And they talked about nothing at all.
He wanted to know Orli. He had so many questions for her, about her. Despite her ordeal, she appeared strengthened by it. She seemed lost—not aimless, but searching—and glad to have him to talk to.
Garrison realized he was in a similar situation. Ever since the Shana Rei’s inexplicable withdrawal from the bloater field, followed by Orli’s unexpected arrival in the plague ship, he had set aside the questions of where he and Seth should go—or if they should go.
When at last even the most skeptical doctor agreed that Orli was cured, that all symptoms were gone, that her blood tests were negative, and that she and the compy posed no further threat, Garrison was allowed to go into the module. He had Seth remain outside, and safe, for now.
It was their first meeting in person, although Garrison felt as if he had known her for a long time. Inside the quiet module, he came forward and gave Orli a hug. Oddly, he felt closer to her than he’d felt to Elisa in a long time.
Aelin joined them, eager to share his experience. Orli seemed energetic and alert now, but she did not have the intense euphoria that the green priest exhibited after his exposure. “The conduit of telink allowed me to receive so much more,” he said, sounding disappointed. “All the glory and wonder were not available to you. I knew it wouldn’t be the same, and I’m sorry for you.”
Orli did not seem disturbed, however. “I’m alive, thanks to you. I never expected that to happen. That’s all I could ask for.”
Her attention, though, was on Garrison. “I thought about what you said—about the importance of my work with the compies. The Spiral Arm has plenty of traders and spaceship pilots, but not everyone can do what I do. I should have focused my efforts and skills on doing what I do best… my skills, not just as a shadow of Matthew’s.”
DD piped up, “That is my opinion as well. Most of the compies we distributed from Relleker have been transferred to a new colony on Ikbir.”
“Never heard of the place,” Garrison said. “What’s it like?”
Orli flushed. “I have no idea.”
He laughed. “Sounds like a well-considered plan then.”