CHAPTER 1
"We've been on the road for eight weeks. Each day when we stop for a midday break, I watch my fellow travelers and, recently, I've noticed most of us have stopped looking back in the direction we've come every time we halt the vehicles to rest. What it was we used to look back to see, I don't really know. I tried to avoid doing it myself because it made me think, much more than I already was, of the two members of the group we had to leave behind. It was a habit I see the others have let go, too, somewhere along the way. I know it's a good sign, but I also know that looking ahead doesn't mean anyone has stopped thinking about the place where our two friends are each entombed in different ways. The gap left by the two women, Devon Adair and Eben Sinh, has not been filled, and never will be; but, at least, we are learning to see beyond the gap and live life more normally once again. At least as normally as we can now that we know death and illness are bigger foes to the security and peace of mind of the group than Terrians, kobas, grendlers and ZED units have ever been..." Julia Heller, M.D.
Reaching the western edge of the dry valley beyond the mountain range that had been their winter home, the Eden Advance group had decided it was time to turn south/southwest and begin the last of leg of their journey to New Pacifica. After crossing the long stretch of bare, arid country with little water and less shade, the travelers were once again entering an area of trees and tall grasses, hills and steep prominences. Not that the change was abrupt. For the past ten days, over kilometers of travel, the landscape had slowly changed to a more lush and green setting, though areas of "badlands", as Yale called them, still cropped up here and there. They were getting fewer and farther between, however, and the bright green of mid spring was everywhere. A few trees still held small splashes of color but most springtime blooming was beginning to fade away.
The scouts, Alonzo Solace and Jake Baines, roving ahead of the main body of the group, chose an area to camp for the night at the base of a hill bare of trees. The view to the south was of a vast, wide glade, uninterrupted for, perhaps, five kilometers where a line of uneven hills formed the horizon. To the north was the high, long mesa they were skirting, the top of which was marked with uneven lines of trees and precariously leaning, rocky protuberances the like of which they had never seen before.
Alonzo sat casually in the seat of the cobbled together ATV he drove and looked to the northwest at the strange looking features on top of the plateau. The trees were bent at odd angles and some were almost barren of leaves, and even the rocks looked as if they'd been pushed a little off center. There was a gap in the trees a little farther to the west with some of the sorriest looking excuses for trees he'd ever seen. The twisted trunks and branches looked like gnarled fingers pointing toward the sky. Upon seeing the gear feed Alonzo had sent back to the group, Yale had surmised they might be subject to windstorms, and he'd shown them holos of weirdly shaped trees from Earth that had been twisted and turned by the winds coming from the oceans thereby. If that was the case, this hill would make a fine lookout point to watch for approaching storms during their stopover .
He looked east and thought he could just make out the vehicles bringing the rest of the group to rendezvous with him. Maybe it was them, maybe it was just trees, either way he liked the view better than the one to the north. It was a lot friendlier, less odd. He decided to stay where he was and wait for them. Breaking out his canteen, he took a long drink of water and then climbed out of the ATV to stretch his muscles and look around for Baines.
His fellow sleep jumper was in the habit of soaring his ATV over hills whenever he was safely out of sight of the larger group, most notably out of John Danziger's sight, the man in charge of vehicle maintenance - in charge of everything now - who took his job very seriously. More than once, Baines had overturned his little vehicle and Alonzo had to help him get it upright. Thanks to the design of the little ATVs, he was never hurt, but it sometimes irritated Alonzo that the man was taking so many risks in the name of having a little fun.
Alonzo spotted the other vehicle coming towards him from the south at a rate of speed he couldn't determine, but it was definitely tossing back grass and causing a dust trail whenever it hit bare soil. In spite of his momentary irritation, he had to laugh at himself as the other ATV barreled toward the hill. It wasn't as if Alonzo hadn't done the same thing more than once in the early days of the group's westward trek. He just didn't do it before witnesses...well, not human witnesses, anyway.
He sat down on one of his ATV's wheels and waited for Baines to head right up the side of the hill. A few minutes later, the other vehicle skidded to a halt nearby and Jake Baines, smiling widely, jumped out of the driver's seat.
"I found the water source our scanners picked up at midday," he announced. "Six, six and a half klicks down, there's a spring coming right out of the ground into a shallow basin and a stream flowing from it almost straight south."
Alonzo nodded. "I guess that explains the thin line of trees going off that way."
Baines agreed. "Yeah. They're hugging the banks all along the way, or at least as far as I could see."
"Well, the others will be here soon," he said and pointed his thumb to the east.
The other man nodded. "You sure you want to camp here?" He pointed to the north. "That tableland gives me the creeps. I feel like something is watching us from up there."
Alonzo laughed lightly. "Probably grendlers. I'll bet they've been watching us every foot of the way from the crash site."
"No, that's not what I meant. I know the grendlers are out there. This is something different."
"It's just strange looking, that's all, man. I was just thinking about it myself. You know. Wondering what might have caused the damage. Yale says the wind can do that kind of twisting damage to trees."
"Lonz, we've been skirting that plateau for three days now and the wind hasn't been strong enough to mess up your hair."
"Maybe not down here, but who knows what's going on at that altitude? We're looking at land almost six hundred meters above the meadows we're traveling."
"Maybe, but I still say I feel like I'm being watched."
"You aren't going to lock yourself in the transrover again, are you?" Alonzo teased.
Baines gave him a disgusted look. "You're never going to let me forget that, are you?"
"Something like that."
"Well, at least I know it was me Bess was daydreaming about that one time."
"Ha! You do not!"
Baines grinned. "How do you know I don't?"
They spend the next few minutes in a good natured argument over one of the group's most intiguing subjects.
The dunerail trundled along through the tall grasses of the meadow with True Danziger taking her turn riding atop the equipment stowed in the back seat of the vehicle. Her chin resting on her arms folded along the canopy bar, she was ready to nod off when something atop the funny looking mesa to the right caught her eye. Sitting up straight and fighting back a yawn, she made herself concentrate on something very unusual among the already oddly slanted trees silhouetted against the sky high on the plateau. A wide gap was becoming visible in the tree line, and the few small, stunted looking trees growing in the gap looked very familiar for some reason she couldn't quite put her finger on.
Digging her father's jumpers from a bag beside her, True lifted them to her eyes and took a long hard look at the gap. Some of the things were definitely trees, She could see leaves on their branches, but the taller, twisted things were devoid of leaves of any kind, and through the jumpers they definitely looked like something familiar that shouldn't be there.
After a few minutes of studying the things - they were getting clearer to see as the dunerail moved along and the gap widened from the changing perspective - she lowered the jumpers and looked down at her father behind the dunerail's steering wheel. Uly Adair, the other passenger in the vehicle, was asleep, or close to it, in the other seat.
"Dad?" she called softly. She held the jumpers close to his shoulder. "Will you take a look at the gap in the trees up on the mesa for a couple of seconds? The things sticking out of the ground with the small trees growing around them - well, are they what I think they are?"
John Danziger turned his head and found himself looking directly at his jumpers. He looked past them at the plateau and immediately saw the spot True was talking about. It was ahead of them yet, but clearly evident, and there, a little off center in the gap from this angle, were some of the strangest looking tall trees he'd ever seen. In fact, they looked kind of like. . .
He turned on the auto pilot and grabbed the jumpers. He stared at them much longer than his daughter did, and when he finally lowered the jumpers, he went on staring without them. What in the world. . .?
"Well?" True asked. "Are they trees or not?"
"They have to be whether they look it or not, True, but you're right. They are unusual. They look like they've been burned, though. Maybe that's why they're black in color, but they can't be anything but trees, sweetie."
She looked at him doubtfully. "I guess so," she said, though her tone suggested she clearly didn't agree.
"When we get farther along we'll take another look, okay? Maybe at the camp Lonz and Jake found we ?ll be able to get a good look at them. Alonzo said there was a high hill beside the campsite. We might be able to get a better view." He handed the jumpers back up to her.
"Okay." She spent most of the remaining drive to the campsite watching the gap widen and give a steadily better view of the objects. With some smug satisfaction, True noticed her father kept looking up at them, too. She had a feeling she was going to be right about what they really were, and if she was - well, she found it first.
True to his word, after camp had been set up and the group was relaxing while the kitchen detail prepared the evening meal, Danziger accompanied his daughter on a climb to the top of the high hill dominating their campsite.
The gap in the trees on the plateau was closer and more could be seem of the oddly out of place trees sticking out of the ground. This time after a long look through the jumpers, John finally lowered his hands and looked at True.
"I know what it looks like, and I'm not saying that's what it is, but I think you might be right. I'm going to go check it out tomorrow, " he told her. "I'll take an ATV early in the morning and see if I can get close enough to know for sure."
"I want to go with you, Dad! I saw it first. Why can't I go with you?"
"Because one person can travel faster alone. If it turns out to be trees, I'll have to try to catch up with the rest of you by afternoon. That means no stops except when absolutely necessary. It'll be hard driving and I don't think you can take it."
True frowned. "But, Dad..."
"No," he told her sternly, waving a finger in her face. "You keep going with the rest of the group, but keep an eye on the plateau. If I find what you think it is, I'll fire a couple of flares and call you over gear and you can make the announcement to the others. After that, the whole group is going to turn and follow me. They'll want to see for themselves, so you'll get there soon enough. If not, I'll be back by late afternoon."
"Why can't we tell them now and just all of us go?"
"It might be a false alarm, honey. Everyone seems to be in pretty good spirits now, but if it turns out to be just trees, the disappointment might be enough to make everyone sad again. I don't think we can take another disappointment, do you?"
Her shoulders slumped. "No. I guess not."
"Then let's go back down and see if it's time to eat. Sure smells good from here."
"Okay." She looked up at him and pointed her finger at him. "Remember. You said I get to tell everyone. You call me on gear and I get to tell everyone, right?"
He smiled down at her. "I swear."
"All right. Good enough."
"What!? You're not going to make me swear on the souls of every Danziger who ever lived or who will ever be born? You're just going to take my word for it?"
She smiled at his teasing. "I gotta learn to take your word some day. Might as well be now."
"Well, thanks a lot!"
"No problem, Dad."
"Come on, race you back down the - hey, wait a minute! At least let me finish what I was saying first!"
The problem came from Julia later that evening when Danziger told the group around the fire of his plan to run a recon to the tableland. She flatly refused to hear such a ridiculous idea, standing her ground before him and looking him straight in the eye.
"Look, it's not as if it's going to make a big difference," John tried to point out. "I'm just going to make a wide swing in the direction we're already going. Even if I don't catch up with you until nightfall, the main body of the group won't have lost any time. It'll just be me taking a little detour."
"What if something happens to you, or the ATV?" Julia countered. "Someone will have to go after you."
"I can fix the ATV, and I can take care of myself."
"I know you can, but no one should go off alone, especially not you. That was your idea remember? Two scouts out together at the same time?"
"All right. Matt will go with me. Okay, Matt?"
Walman looked up from his seat on an overturned crate and shrugged. "Sure."
"We need both of you here with us in case something goes wrong with one of the vehicles. Splitting up the group isn't a good idea - that was also your idea, John."
"So Matt won't go. I'll take Zero."
Julia glared at him. "Matt, Zero - it makes no difference. You're just saying this to get me angry, aren't you? I hate when you do that!"
"I'm not kidding, all right? I'm curious. I want to see what the formation on the hill actually is. If it's natural I should be able to tell through the jumpers long before I reach the plateau. I'll just double back. If it isn't natural - well, hell. Are you going to sit there and tell me you won't want to make the same detour to see it for yourself?"
"John, please don't do it. There are penal colonists, more ZEDs, who knows what else out there? If it's something convicts have built they might still be there and you'd be walking right into their territory. We can't lose anyone else, especially not you. We can't take another loss."
"Doc, if that thing isn't a natural formation it has to be checked out. If it is, we can forget about it and just keep going."
"What do you think it is?" she asked, crossing her arms and waiting for an answer.
"That's my point. I don't know. I'm going to head out and see. I can't ignore it."
Julia stared at him for a long time. At last she spoke. "Maybe I should go with you in the dunerail."
"No, you're needed here. I'll take Zero with me on one of the ATVs."
"I think I should go with you."
Danziger looked at Alonzo, but the pilot was enjoying this and just smiled at him, shaking his head as if to say "Don't get me involved!" John cocked his head to one side and looked back at Julia. "One person can travel faster and farther alone."
"Then, one more time: Don't go. Please, John."
He winked and patted her shoulder. "It has to be checked out."
"Send Zero alone on an ATV."
"No. It's the ops chief's duty to take the big risks first."
"It is not! You're not building a station here, Danziger. You're going out into the unknown for a reason you won't reveal."
"Same difference."
"No, it isn't!"
" It's just a recon, Julia. A day-long scout."
"Fine. I'm going with you, then. We'll take the dunerail. That's it. End of discussion." She waved her hands in an ?out' gesture and whirled around and marched straight toward her tent. "We're going to need our rest," she called over her shoulder. "I suggest you get to bed soon, too."
"Julia..."
She stopped and swung around. "End of discussion, and don't try sneaking out alone in the morning. I'm going to tell Zero, you leave with me or not at all."
She changed direction and went straight over to talk to the robot.
Danziger gave Alonzo a hard look, and pointed a thumb over his shoulder at Julia. "Did she just Adair me?"
"Like a damn pro!" Alonzo told him and the group around the fire joined him as he broke up laughing.