Captain Jonathan Hogart’s first mission to Frequency One seems to be going well. New crew, new flash ship, and a new race of aliens to make first contact with.
But the binary suns start affecting his team in strangely, the friendly aliens turn out to be not so friendly, and now he finds himself glued to the ground awaiting possible separation if he doesn’t hand over flash relocation technology.
As the sticky situation gets more and more complicated, and the mushroom bugs reveal further surprises, the alien crew discover that it’s not only planet brown and purple that they have to worry about. There is a much greater threat towards the center of the star system.
One that none of them would ever have suspected.
Alien Frequency is the first in a series of complete sci fi stories in the Stellar Flash series. This is a fully contained adventure of about 50,000 words.
Temporal Incursion. Stellar Flash Book Three. By Neil A. Hogan
Available in Digital and in Print Formats from Amazon
Episode 1: The Hand Continued
Chapter 4
The triangular shape flickered green along one side, then settled into a new stable orbit around Saturn, just above the rings. The Stellar Flash was the flagship of the Earth Council fleet, and the best that human and alien engineering could provide. It was the ultimate in interfrequency and interdimensional travel, and also had the ability to travel in time, given the right coordinates.
The Stellar Flash had recently returned from 2.5 million years ago in the Andromeda Galaxy. Unfortunately, it had had to come back the long way around, and it was a bit worse for wear as a result.
The alien crew of 300, with a main Center crew of 8, were mostly on leave. Having taken a space-fold time jump back to the present, and found their cabins full of pieces of iridium, some had returned to their planets, some had decided to visit Space Station X-1a, and some, like Captain Jonathan Hogart, had decided to do what he could on the ship.
Hogart was a pinkish-white, muscular man in his early-to-mid 40s, with short, dark-brown hair, and a sparkle in his eyes that suggested he was always about to make a joke. A few days ago, he had moved to the Stellar Flash, intent on doing things that robots, other crew members, the A.I. and various software programs were capable of doing without him.
“Jonathan, just go to Earth,” Heartness had said. “Hug some trees. Smell some flowers. Take a break.”
“After my recent experience on the Floran homeworld, plants are the last things I want to see.”
His look had been enough, and Heartness hadn’t said another word. But now, after a day on the ship, he was beginning to think he had made a mistake.
“So, A.I., you’re sure this console needs my help?”
“Yes, Captain,” came the soft and feminine Japanese-accented tones of the A.I. “Analysis indicates that the bolts holding that screen to the floor are loose. In fact, all the bolts are loose on all the stands in the center. Please tighten them.”
Hogart held the wrench and stared at the consoles. “I don’t know, A.I. Surely there are other more important things that need to be done.”
“Other areas are about to be fixed by the repair system. Center bolts are at the bottom of the list, so they won’t be done for a couple of days. Your help will enable them to be done faster.”
Hogart smiled. “Well, if you’re sure. I’d be happy to help. This is a lot better than watching over Raj’s shoulder as he unlocks another door.”
The A.I. remained silent.
“Right, then.” He lay down next to the first panel and set to work.
Just then an alarm began blaring.
Hogart sat bolt upright and hit his head on the side of the panel. “Ow!” He yelled. “A.I. Did I activate something?”
“It is a false alarm from the space station a short time ago. Disabling now.”
“Well, that’s a relief.” He looked about the Center Control room, not quite wanting to lie down and tighten bolts.
Eight panels on stands were arranged facing outward to the wall and dome-ceiling screens. In the center was the flash drive – two columns like a stalactite and a stalagmite stretched downward and upward, not quite meeting. The space in the middle generated the flash drive field. Three exit doors were arranged equidistant around the circular area, and the surround screens were currently showing where they orbited above Saturn’s rings.
Hogart grinned at the sight of the colorful planet. It was hard to believe how huge Saturn really was. Even though Saturn’s day was a mere ten hours or so, it took them days to orbit it, and there was always something new to see.
Newslets and Mindshorts had indicated another of Saturn’s rings was about to disappear – the effect of their recent conflict with the Florans, or perhaps simply the aging of the rings. He supposed there would be an observation party at some point, but it meant Saturn continued to be interesting.
Just then, the door to corridor two dissolved, and a young-looking man with thick black hair and brown skin skipped into the Center. “We got door 347 open!” said Officer Raj Kumar, excitedly.
Hogart groaned. “Must you come running in here every time you get a door open? I mean, it takes at least seven minutes. Couldn’t your time be better spent? Besides, aren’t you supposed to be going back to Lahore for the reunification ceremony? It’s a Sunday in Punjab, as I recall.”
“Well, communications are still not that reliable. And, besides, why would I run? I just flash to the entrance and skip in! And in regard to Lahore, I sent a boff to rep me! I’ll watch it later.”
Hogart sighed. Sometimes it was fun hanging around people in their twenties, and sometimes it was just annoying. Raj was, what, 26? He shook himself and refocused. “What was the alarm about?”
“How should I know? I’m the door opener!”
Hogart put the tool he was holding in a box near him. If Kumar had not been assigned by Patel, Hogart might have had words about respect for rank. As it was, he just sighed again. “Just a moment.” He turned to the center of the Center. “A.I. Avatar please.”
An early thirties Japanese woman, in a T-shirt tied at her waist to reveal her midriff, and extremely tight blue pants with holes in them, appeared near the floor and ceiling columns. Hogart raised his eyebrows. “What happened to your kimono?”
The avatar grinned a big smile, her heavily coated eyelashes fluttering. “Costume program. I thought I’d try something from the 80s. Do you like it?”
“2080s?”
“1980s. I think it suits the shape you programmed. What do you think?”
Hogart looked at her clothes, quizzically. The blue pants looked difficult to wear, and made of some extremely thick material. Camping material? “Is that canvas? Like, for tents?”
The A.I. nodded.
“Well, it’s, um, nice, A.I.”
Why would she even think about changing? He had been reading some of the history that had gone on with a clone of himself in the Andromeda Galaxy, and the evolution of the ship’s avatar. While his clone had fallen in love with the previous incarnation of the Stellar Flash ship A.I., he wasn’t going to explore that option.
Perhaps the new A.I. had also read the reports, and was considering a future with him, or maybe he was just being narcissistic. He shuddered. He wasn’t ready for a digital relationship yet. “Back to my original topic. What was the ‘false alarm’?”
The avatar placed a finger on her cheek and closed her eyes. “Accessing,” she said, sweetly. “Official message from Admiral Wei Zhou. Nothing that should concern you. Continue with getting the Stellar Flash ship ready for her next mission.”
Hogart frowned. “Admiral Zhou is back on 1a already? It must be important. Tell me the details, unofficially.”
“You won’t like it.”
“A.I!”
“Confirmed.” The A.I. became unofficially official, staring directly ahead. “Admiral Victoria Heartness has been kidnapped by a robot officer owned by the Frequency Research Institute. She has been traced to a ship several million kilometers from Proxima B in the Proxima Centauri system. The corporation that has obtained her had previously offered several thousand…”
“Enough. I had heard about the bidder. I thought she’d turned it down. A.I. How quickly can we get the Stellar Flash to the system?”
“Flash drive inoperative,” the A.I. shrugged.
“Escape pods?”
“Storage centers still contain iridium stones. No escape pods have been maintained for over a million years. Hangar 27 will be the first, scheduled for tomorrow.”
Hogart stared at the almost empty Center, struggling to work out what to do next. A robot had taken Heartness. Was it a robot uprising, or was the F.R.I. seeing how far it could push its powers? Either way, tightening bolts wasn’t going to get him there faster.
“Ahem,” said Kumar.
“Are you still here?”
“Room 347?” Kumar stretched his arms out as though to say, ‘Are you coming or not’?
Hogart frowned. “I need to work out a way to save Victoria!”
“Admiral Zhou said not to worry. A robot officer took her to a corporation. Admiral Heartness is probably sipping champagne by now. Captain, the panels will fix themselves. Please, come with me.”
Hogart straightened his blue jumpsuit. “Why is 347 so important?”
Kumar danced back and forth on his feet. “Oh, come on Jonathan. Come and see. Live a little. You’ll love it.”
“I think I’m more likely to regret it,” muttered Hogart, but he followed after Kumar. As they exited into the corridor, Kumar clicked his flash band on Hogart’s, grinned winningly at him, and then they both disappeared.
Temporal Incursion. Stellar Flash Book Three. By Neil A. Hogan
Available in Digital and in Print Formats from Amazon
Temporal Incursion. Stellar Flash Book Three. By Neil A. Hogan
Available in Digital and in Print Formats from Amazon
Episode 1: The Hand Continued
Chapter 2
Admiral Victoria Heartness got up from her desk at the darkening interior of her space station office and scratched at her newly extended long brown hair. Something was wrong, if the raised hair on the back of her neck was any indication. The shadows in the room were lengthening, and it had nothing to do with the reflected light from Saturn just beyond her window.
Unless it was more to do
with science, she thought. Static electricity? An increase in electrons causing
eyes to perceive a slight darkening of the environment?
She looked down at her
arms and could see the hair on the backs of them rising as well. What could
cause that? She walked around the room. Was it getting lighter in the center?
The only thing possible
was the controlled formation of an isolation field of a personal flash jump. And
the slow speed suggested a longer jump
Then everything became clear to her.
Someone was about to flash jump into her secure office, from outside the Solar System, illegally!
Florans coming back to
get revenge?
Higher frequency aliens
not realizing there are laws in Frequency Zero?
Doctor John Patel
forgetting to forewarn?
Who or what else could it
be?
Even her date had to meet
her at the bar, and no one else was scheduled.
She went back to her
monitor and quickly closed the file she had been working on, a secret services
logo appearing on it before it disappeared. She briefly imagined white noise
across her thoughts to erase anything related to the file, then she got up from
her desk and walked around the room.
“Alright. Where are you?
It doesn’t usually take this long to materialize. What are you waiting for?”
There was only one group
that might be able slow the manifestation this much. The Frequency Research
Institute. Those corporation types were highly likely to send a representative
to beg. Nice of them to ring a doorbell first, she thought. She wondered who
they would send. She hoped, if it was a he, then he’d be handsome.
She shielded her eyes as
a bright oval of white light wiped the color from the room for a moment, and a
chunky, one-meter-tall blue robot appeared.
To be more precise, a
corporation’s leased robot officer.
She looked at it with
dismay. Talk about a disappointment. “You sent a boff?” she said to whoever
might be listening. “I guess you need to learn a thing or two about impressing
someone.”
The robot swiveled its
round eyes and cube head towards her. “Admiral Victoria Heartness identified.
Your presence is required.”
“No. I already turned
your request down. I have much more important things to do right now. There are
plenty of other people in the System who can h…”
A piercing alarm began to
sound across Space Station X-1a, and probably soon on the nearby bases on some
of Saturn’s moons. Heartness swore as she remembered this kind of incursion
would immediately activate any number of potential anti-foothold strategies. She quickly ran back to
her desk and swiped her finger on the panel inset, canceling them. Then she
spoke to the ceiling. “A.I. Broadcast the false-alarm message.” As she stomped
angrily back over to the robot, she barely heard the placating message of the
A.I. echoing throughout the station.
“Why are you here?” She faced down the placid face of the boff with her hands on her hips. “What possible situation could have occurred just over four light years away that needs my personal attention right now? You’ve broken quite a number of laws coming here already.”
The boff stared
impassively forward. Like an ancient robot toy for children, its cube-shaped
head with round metal eyes, a wide mouth with painted teeth, and even white
marks on the side to indicate ears, suggested something that no one could take
too seriously.
A spring of antennae
stretched across the top of its head, and its head sat atop a rectangular body
with additional oversized buttons and dials. When everything the boff needed to
be able to function could fit into a few thin cylinders on stilts, this bulky
dysfunctional throwback was almost laughable. Despite herself, Heartness
marveled at the retro construction, and especially liked the large off-switch
on the back.
The boff’s simplistic
communications system began to explain in a tenor lilt, even echoing apologetically.
Heartness frowned at the program’s attempt to appeal to her emotional side.
“I apologize, Admiral
Victoria Heartness, ma’am. But my licensor says that it is urgent. 27
scientists have disappeared from our base on Proxima Centauri B. Your presence
is required.”
Heartness looked at it,
exasperatedly. She was tired of corporations leasing robot officers, then not
programming them correctly. “Find the answers. Fix the problem. That’s what
you’re programmed for. You don’t need me.”
The boff stood silent. It
had delivered its message and now it was waiting on a response to that message.
Nothing else.
A simple machine.
Heartness hmphed, then
walked around it, while she thought. What was she going to do with it? Would it
leave when she said no? Would it hang around until she said yes? Maybe she
could get Watanabe in to look at its programming. Was there anything special
about it? No weapons. That was a good sign. Soft plastic, though it looked
metal. She could see the slots where its arms and legs were connected, and
easily detachable.
Everything was easily
replaceable, and some of the parts could even operate by themselves in an
emergency. Heartness knew the boff also contained some organic components to
ensure that at some point it would have to break down. All robots had these
fail-safes to make sure there was no chance of a permanent robot takeover. Even
so, it was likely an army of these mechs might just temporarily win, as
everyone attempting to fight them would be doubled over with laughter.
There wasn’t enough
memory or software for the boff to become sentient, and it just did what it had
to do. She stared thoughtfully at the off-switch on the back. Should she…?
No.
“Go back to where you
came from, and tell the F.R.I that I’m responsible for over 1000 beings and
their families here. I can’t leave every time you can’t do your jobs.”
“This is your final
answer?” asked the boff.
“Yes. Tell your people…”
Like lightning, the
boff’s right hand snapped out and grabbed Heartness’ arm, then its left slapped
an override on Heartness’ flash band.
“What?” she yelled. “You
can’t do this.” She smashed her fist down on the arm, but it just bounced back.
She tried to pull the arm
off from its side, but the boff was already activating the return journey.
“No!” Heartness yelled,
as the flash field enveloped them, and they disappeared.
Temporal Incursion. Stellar Flash Book Three. By Neil A. Hogan
Available in Digital and in Print Formats from Amazon
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