Vertigo: Aurora Rising Book Two (40 page)

They both stood; this time his hand extended first.

Graham clasped it warmly. “It has been a genuine pleasure, Richard. We survive this war then survive these aliens, let’s get together and enjoy a truly epic number of drinks.”

Richard surprised himself by deciding it sounded like an excellent idea. “Until then.”

42

PORTAL PRIME

U
NCHARTED
S
PACE

C
ALEB WOKE BEFORE HER.
Careful not to move, he instead took a too rare moment to simply enjoy the feel of her skin pressed to his, the smoothness of her abdomen beneath his palm, the way her hair had absorbed the lush, natural scent of the forest.

She was the strongest person he had ever known. Yet here asleep in his arms she was vulnerable. She was so fierce and determined; yet here asleep in his arms she yielded. She fought and struggled relentlessly; yet here asleep in his arms she was content.

He expected them to reach these aliens today, insofar as they were reachable. She believed she’d be able to reason with their foe, insisting they exhibited a weakness she would be able to exploit. If it could be done he didn’t doubt she would accomplish it.

He didn’t want to wake her and pull her from peaceful slumber into the maelstrom which was certain to follow. One day the two of them were going to sleep until afternoon and never leave the bed. But today they shouldn’t dally.

If he must wake her, he intended to do so in a pleasing manner. His fingertips caressed the curve of her hip while he planted delicate kisses along her neck and behind her ear.

She murmured and shifted against him, at first in sleep…then most deliberately, if the wicked smile tugging at the corner of her mouth even in profile gave any inkling.
They shouldn’t dally….

She twisted around to face him and found his lips with her own, and he decided it was too dark to get moving yet anyway.

He tossed an energy bar in Alex’s direction. They were now officially running behind schedule, so breakfast would be mobile.
So spectacularly worth it.

The bar landed on the grass in front of where she sat slipping on her boots. He turned back to finish closing up the pack—then back to her, observing as she wound the boot’s strap diagonally up, around and down again to latch it at the base.

“What did you just do?”

“Hmm?”

“With the strap. Why not wrap it straight?”

“Oh…it’s a habit I picked up from my dad when I was a kid.”

“Ah.” He glanced at the pool. The luminescence was fading as the sky grew lighter but the waterfall continued to spill tranquilly down the mountainside. It was a setting made for introspection.

He went over to sit beside her and draped his arms over his knees. “So there’s something I’ve been wanting to mention for a while. We’ve been running so hard, the right time never came. But this is the right time.”

“Caleb, what are you talking about?”

“I never met your father. I only know what history says about him and what you’ve told me. I did meet your mother, albeit only for a few but most exciting minutes. And I’m not sure if you realize it, but you are your mother’s daughter to the core.”

Her head dropped to rest on his shoulder. “I know.”

“Do you?”

“I mean, I without a doubt inherited—or picked up—a few of my dad’s more colorful traits: a foul mouth, a cavalier disregard for authority….” She laughed quietly. “I swear, if he hadn’t died a war hero, sooner or later he would’ve gotten himself kicked out of the military for insubordination. According to Richard, he almost did at least twice before I was born. But….” Her voice drifted off as she considered the waterfall before turning into him.

“When I was in the aliens’ virtual funhouse, I saw or heard her three separate times in radically different situations. In so many ways, it was as if I was looking in a mirror. A somewhat warped mirror maybe, but a mirror nonetheless.”

Her sigh muffled against his shirt. “And though I foolishly didn’t understand it until now, my father loved her profoundly, arguably for some of the same reasons I’d like to think he loved me. If I had realized this one simple truth years ago, would things have been different between us?”

A lock of hair tumbled across her cheek. He tucked it behind her ear and let his hand linger along her neck. Her experience had changed her, and he was still discovering all the ways. “There’s still time.”

“I wonder. We’ve both built up these ironclad defenses and barriers…and every time we’re together our barriers spend the whole encounter body-slamming one another, sucking all the oxygen out of the room.”

He chuckled and wrapped his arm fully around her to hug her closer. “That is a fairly accurate description of what I saw.”

“Touché.”

“If you want the relationship to change, one of you is going to need to let down those barriers.”

“I’m afraid to.”

He brought his other hand under her chin and lifted it so she met his gaze. “You’re not afraid of anything.”

Surprise animated her face. Did she imagine he hadn’t noticed? “Well, I’m afraid of this. If she doesn’t reciprocate? You have no idea how
hard
she can be.”

“I think I kind of do. Guns, handcuffs, authoritative orders to lock me away?”

She rolled her eyes in fleeting playfulness. “Fair point. But the fact is, I owe her an apology. A real one. So if we succeed in getting off this planet and back through the portal and don’t get instantly arrested or killed, I suppose I’ll have to take my chances.”

“I’d be willing to bet you won’t be sorry.” He placed a kiss on her forehead then hauled her to her feet. “Let’s get moving. These aliens aren’t going to come to us.”

The trees now grew so thick he was hacking limbs away using the sword. They were definitely headed in the right direction.

Alex’s hair caught on a branch, and after untangling it she paused to redo her ponytail. “The place where you found me—what did it look like? I was a bit out of my head at the time and didn’t notice much. Now I wish I’d paid more attention and investigated the structure.”

“There wasn’t much to it on the outside, but it looked as if it might be a type of holographic chamber. The walls were sheer white, like you’d see in a sim room, and photal conduits wove through all the surfaces.”

“That actually makes a shocking amount of sense. If I had to guess, I’d say they keep recordings of these events—or of every event—stored somewhere and can project them in the chamber.”

“It would largely explain your experience.” He tossed a meter-long limb to the side. “They certainly aren’t making this easy, are they?”

She ducked under the next limb after him. “I believe that’s the point.”

“Yeah?”

“I suspect this ‘player’ very much wants us to find it but feels compelled to make it nearly impossible for us to do so.”

“Compelled why?”

“An excellent question.”

He broke off a thinner limb, wrangled through two trees—and stopped. “Perhaps you should ask it.”

The forest evaporated away to reveal a stunning valley nestled between two mountains. The ground sloped down in rich grasses dotted by golden flowers billowing in a mild breeze. At the base of the valley the late-morning ‘sun’ sparkled off a large lake of glacier blue waters. The faint gleam of the water indicated come nightfall, the lake was sure to glow as radiant as a star.

But beyond the shimmer of the water, a far brighter sight shone. Above the lake floated—no, glided—a creature of light. It was the being from Alex’s prison but here it became so much more.

The same glacier blue as the lake, intricate patterns spiraled from a center similar to the scallops of a shell; filaments wound outward yet further to form wings with no membrane. Nothing artificial adorned it. No metal or cloth, nothing harsh or ungainly, marred its beauty.

“I’d say, ‘That’s not something you see every day,’ but when I’m with you it seems to be.”

She managed a tentative laugh. “Nah, I only see this sort of spectacle every third day or so.” Without tearing her eyes from the scene she reached over and grasped his hand. “I love you.”

He squeezed her hand in reassurance. “I love you. Shall we go introduce ourselves?”

“I don’t think we need to.”

It flew purposely toward them. On closer view the level of detail in its wings was extraordinary. The patterns seemed to have been painted at a microscopic level.

The alien alighted upon a small outcropping to the left. As it approached it began morphing until, ten meters away, it had assumed a vaguely human form to cross the remaining distance and slow to a stop in front of them.

Though more solid than it had appeared at the chamber, its shape was still amorphous, translucent and fluid. It resembled a watercolor representation of a human—hands but no defined fingers, a mouth but no teeth or tongue, an outline of eyes but no irises.

I am Mnemosyne. Walk with me.

43

SCYTHIA

E
ARTH
A
LLIANCE
C
OLONY

T
HE SIGHT OF THE SHIPS IN HIGH ORBIT
above Scythia was almost enough to make one believe they stood a chance.

From the angle of approach Malcolm’s transport was taking, the light of Scythia’s copper sun reflected off the lustrous slate hulls arranged in staggered diamond formations. He identified sixty frigates, twelve cruisers, eight carriers and numerous specialized craft too tiny to count. The fighters would be docked inside the carriers but they should total a minimum of fourteen hundred.

All these vessels were dwarfed, however, by the
EAS Churchill
. The dreadnought sailing at the center of the fleet was nearly five times larger than the cruisers. It measured 1.3 kilometers by 280 meters, though the alien ships they would be facing eclipsed it.

Here, surrounded by nearly a quarter of the NE Regional Command, it dominated the panorama. Over 21,000 people crewed the dreadnought, making it the equivalent of a small city.

And for the moment it was his destination.

The transport wove among the formations, providing him quite the visual extravaganza. But this was his last opportunity to get his head straight. The final breath before the storm. So he did his best to ignore the splendor and mentally reviewed what he knew, what he didn’t know and what he needed to know.

While he had been scrambling around taking potshots at the Senecans in the northwestern region, an armada of alien ships had been slaughtering their way across the eastern third of settled space. Communications went dark in advance of the aliens’ arrival, thus hard information on them—tactics, strengths, defenses—was scarce. Most of the data they did possess was courtesy of
Alex
, of all people. He doubted she had chosen to be in the center of this crisis; he imagined she was rather pissed about it, in fact. Wherever she was.

Now someone had devised a method for restoring rudimentary communications inside the aliens’ sphere, which increased their odds of defeating them from nil to infinitesimally small. But it wasn’t as if humanity was going to roll over without a fight. They had to try.

So Messium, six hours away, would be the site of the first true battle against these mysterious invaders and the first chance to discover just how screwed they were.

When he looked up the dreadnought had overtaken the viewport. The transport banked toward the open shuttle bay, passed through the flicker of the force field and settled into an open slot. He shook the pilot’s hand and stepped out.

Controlled chaos ruled the bay as technicians, mechanics and operators hustled in every direction. An aura of urgency permeated the air, and he felt his pulse quicken, infused by the energy and purpose of his fellow soldiers.

A young woman hurried up to him. “Colonel Jenner? If you’ll follow me, I’ll escort you to Admiral Rychen.”