Echo. Part 32

We poked our lamps through each of the doorways in turn. Two opened into identical chambers. The third brought us into a pa.s.sageway that led to the rear of the building. We took a quick look at the adjoining rooms, decided there was nothing of immediate interest, and exited into the corridor.

There were more doorways. We pa.s.sed through one, found the remnants of plumbing fixtures, some basins, and a couple of toilets. The wall was broken through at that point, and snow had blown in and covered everything.

There were three other rooms off the pa.s.sageway, all with collapsed furniture and a.s.sorted debris that might have been beds at one time. Alex was uncharacteristically quiet. At one point we approached a table that was, incredibly, still standing. It supported another corroded object. A recorder, possibly. Or an AI. Or the equivalent of a coffee machine. Who knew? I heard him take a long breath. Then he put his foot against one of the table legs. And shoved. It collapsed, dumping the object onto the floor.

"You all right?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, he said, "I'm fine." "I'm fine."

The reality about collectors is that they are never interested in anything that's not in mint condition. You could be selling the dagger used by Anna Quatieri to finish off her maniac husband, and if it has a spot of rust, the price goes through the floor. People want items they can put on display, that look good in the living room.

We spent close to two hours in that place. And we learned next to nothing about whoever had occupied the polygon. Maybe experts would have been able to figure out what the equipment did. But all we could make out was that the s.p.a.ce had contained furniture and that there had been a washroom available. There might have been operational areas and a maintenance section at ground level. And maybe a vehicle or two. Maybe a plaque to tell us who had been there. But it was all buried.

"They were visitors," Alex said. Alex said.

"I think you're right. They established a base, stayed awhile, put a satellite in orbit, and went home."

"Echo III," said Alex. said Alex.

He opened a channel to Gabe, the lander AI. "Have we found any more polygons anywhere? Any kind of structures at all?" "Have we found any more polygons anywhere? Any kind of structures at all?"

"Negative," he said. he said.

"Nothing?"

"Nothing unusual, Alex. Although scanning a planet takes time. I a.s.sume there's more here somewhere."

We took pictures. Lots of pictures. We were in back, debating whether we wanted to try fashioning some spades to see if we could dig our way down one floor, when Gabe called back: "Alex, you have visitors." "Alex, you have visitors."

My hair stood up.

Gabe flashed us a picture. Of the lander cabin. Of the lander cabin. An apelike creature with white fur was approaching the pilot's seat. It was small, would have come to about my belt. It was also loud. It let out a wail and pulled on the back of the chair. An apelike creature with white fur was approaching the pilot's seat. It was small, would have come to about my belt. It was also loud. It let out a wail and pulled on the back of the chair.

"How'd it get in?" I asked.

"It just walked into the airlock and must have pushed the pad." That would have closed the outer hatch, the air would have drained and been replaced by the ship's air supply. Then the inner hatch would have opened. That would have closed the outer hatch, the air would have drained and been replaced by the ship's air supply. Then the inner hatch would have opened.

I was surprised it had survived the decompression.

Alex was already moving back toward the window we had come through. I followed.

"Gabe," I said. "Open the airlock. Both hatches."

"Chase, you know the system's not designed for that."

"Override it. Do what you have to."

"There may be toxic organisms."

"We can flush it later. Just do it, Gabe."

We hurried along the pa.s.sageway, entered the main room, and made for the exit.

"Chase."

"Yes, Gabe?"

"It's not working. I can't open the hatches."

"Why not?"

"I'm not getting a response from the activator. The animal probably broke something on the way in. You'll have to open it manually to get him out."

"Okay. We'll be there in a minute."

"Stop where you are."

"Why?"

"There's another one outside. A big one."

It was indeed. "My G.o.d," "My G.o.d," Alex said. Alex said.

It was a knuckle-dragging monster. Fangs, enormous shoulders, long, muscular arms, and an expression that looked distinctly unhappy. Like the small one, the thing was covered with white fur. A ridge ran across the center of its skull, front to back. The creature was standing near the hatch, which was now closed. It snarled and screeched and pounded on the hull. It stomped around in circles, glaring at the lander. It yanked down a tree branch and rammed it against the hatch.

"The one inside," I said. "It must be a cub."

Alex unholstered his scrambler. "We're going to have to shoot the thing." "We're going to have to shoot the thing."

"I guess."

Alex set it for disable. And aimed.

TWENTY-NINE.

Confront an eagle, challenge a dragon if you will. Even, perhaps, take your chances with a killer whale. Just be careful, when you do, that you're facing a male, and not an outraged mother.

-Stellar Kamarides, Marching Orders He pulled the trigger. The thing screeched, raised two claws, and pounded the earth. It looked around, picked up a rock, and hurled it against the hull. It did everything except except freeze. freeze.

Alex reluctantly reset. For lethal lethal.

"You can do that," I said, "but if it works, we'll have to kill the cub, too."

He looked at me. "You have a better suggestion?" "You have a better suggestion?"

"Not really."

The cub's face appeared in one of the viewports. Mom saw it and got even louder. "All right," "All right," said Alex. said Alex. "Maybe we can manage something." "Maybe we can manage something."

"Good. I knew you'd come up with an idea."

"But set for lethal. Anything goes wrong, we take the thing out."

"If we can."

"Yes. Well, let's hope we don't have to find out."

"So what do we do?"

"First we have to take out some of the wall. The hole has to be big enough for the creature to get through. And save the questions for later. Let's just do it. But keep out of sight."

Fortunately, the cutters are almost silent. There was an electronic murmur, and the beast looked our way a couple of times. But it was too busy to be bothered or distracted.

So we widened the hole. When we were satisfied it was big enough that the animal could get through, Alex called Gabe.

"Yes, Alex?" he said. he said.

"Cover the viewports."

"Why do that?" I asked.

"We have to make her forget where the cub is."

"I don't think-"

"Just stay with me a minute."

Filters dropped over the ports, and the cub's face was gone.

"Okay, Alex," said Gabe. said Gabe. "It's done." "It's done."

"All right, Chase. Now we have to distract it."

"Distract it? You mean where we wave at it and it comes over here and has you for dinner while I go to the lander and shoo the cub?"

"That's close. I don't think the dinner part's a good idea, though."

"Chase." Gabe's voice had gone up a notch. Gabe's voice had gone up a notch. "It's gotten upset. The cub." "It's gotten upset. The cub." In the background, I could hear squeals and shrieks. In the background, I could hear squeals and shrieks.

That wasn't hard to figure out. It couldn't see its mother anymore.

"It might also be getting too much oxygen," said Alex. said Alex. "Gabe, can you alter the mix? Give us the same atmosphere in the cabin as there is outside?" "Gabe, can you alter the mix? Give us the same atmosphere in the cabin as there is outside?"

"It'll take a few minutes."

"Do it."

"Complying."

"Also, record the noise."

"Say again, please."

"Record the racket. If you can, get me two or three minutes' worth of the pup screeching."

"Will do."

The mother was back hammering on the hatch, this time with a large rock.

"Gabe," I said, "other than screeching, what's it doing?"

"It's beating on the airlock and trying to yank your chair out of its clamps. It also found the cookies and is now going through the storage cabinets."

"Okay," said Alex, said Alex, "let me know as soon as you have the recording." "let me know as soon as you have the recording."

"Will do," said Gabe. said Gabe. "One other thing: The cub may break something and strand us on the ground." "One other thing: The cub may break something and strand us on the ground."

"What do you recommend?" I asked.

"I am sorry to say this, but the logical course would be to kill it."

"How would we do that?" asked Alex. asked Alex.

"Decompress the cabin," I said.

"Suffocate it."

"Yes. Of course that'll upset the mother still more."

"I guess so. Chase, how much air does the lander have? In a worst-case scenario."

"I'm not sure that's the worst case. But we could go on breathing for about two days."

He looked at the cub's image. A lot of fur and large round eyes. It bore a strong resemblance to a terrestrial panda.

Alex took a long, deep breath. The cub was back in the c.o.c.kpit. It sat down in the right-hand seat and was staring directly out of the screen at us. "I almost think it knows we're here." "I almost think it knows we're here."

"Alex, we don't have a lot of time."

"Alex," said Gabe, said Gabe, "do you want me to decompress?" "do you want me to decompress?"

"We won't kill it unless we have to."