Aidan stared at the remaining crewmen around him, readying themselves for the unknown. The scene was bereft of the bravado of Hollywood, just working men with their backs against the wall. Aidan wondered how his boastful classmates would have held up in his situation? Perhaps months of apathy had made him immune to the danger that surrounded him, but he didn’t really believe it.
Ever since boarding the Riyadh at Snakes Head, Aidan had been going through the motions heartsick and angsty. As far as he was concerned the crewmen that had formed his shipmates were an interchangeable set of faces drawn from the four corners of a distant planet. Like an automaton, he’d carried out the tasks required of him in his training book, then slipped away to his cabin to mope. He’d bonded with no-one and from various accidental interactions, realized many of his shipmates didn’t even know his name, just
That had changed in the last couple of days. A part of him now wished he was suiting up, to enter the breach with Diego and Hernandez, to save Tala. It was romantic and heroic, Aidan would be aiding his ship and his crew, helping bring them all home and him closer to Addy. It was quite at odds for the reasons he joined the academy in the first place. In his abstract pursuit of loneliness, he’d found camaraderie.
But then Aidan rubbed his neck, every sinew and muscle felt swollen and pummelled. Every fibre twitched sparks of fire from his shoulders to the base of his skull. It couldn’t be, like a cadet he would be left safe and aboard. And alone.
A gauntleted hand rested heavily on Aidan’s shoulder. The cadet jumped, wrenching his neck. He grimaced.
“Sorry, Aidan. I didn’t mean to startle you.” Chief Engineer Nilsen was suited up, his helmet cradled beneath his arm. He’d aged a decade in less than a week, his stubble betrayed tufts of greying hair. Hard lines ran from the corners of his bloodshot eyes. Those eyes looked at the rivet gun. “You know how to use that?”
Aidan hefted the warranty-voided device to his face. “Aim and press the trigger. Hopefully I don’t have to use it.”
“Hopefully,” replied Nilsen distractedly, then leaned into Aidan, lowering his voice. “Don’t let Dr. Smith aboard this vessel. Whatever happens, I don’t want her back onboard. Nobody comes back here you don’t recognise, that clear?”
“Yes, Chief,” Aidan replied, he felt the hairs on his arms bristle.
“Look after yourself and my ship. You’ll have some stories to tell when you get home.” Nilsen’s attempt at levity fell flat, his lips smiling in a tight line. He nodded and walked away.
Aidan watched Nilsen walk over to the Captain, who dressed alone and purposefully in the corner, away from the rest of the crew and free of assistance. Everybody appeared to be keeping a safe distance from the Captain with the exception of the Chief Engineer.
The senior officers appeared spooked and that scared Aidan most of all, whatever happened to the Captain aboard the station was still wrapped in riddles and mystery. That he was no longer
Hernandez and Diego were the first to enter the airlock, the remaining crew filtering behind. Were it not for the affected joints of the EVA suits, Aidan imagined they would be walking like the condemned.
Nilsen’s instructions about the Doctor had stolen away notions of heroism. Remembering the unstoppable chunk of
Now Aidan imagined his friends stood in the airlock waiting whatever fate had deranged the Captain, sickened Mihailov and killed Peralta. Like the soldiers of World War One, stood at the ladders of their trenches awaiting their turn to go over, the romance and adventure long dead.
He hoped they’d return.
Nilsen and Tor were the last to enter the airlock. As the internal door closed, Nilsen turned to the viewport. In the whiteness of the Evac Suite, the cadet stood, his long neck bent at a painful angle, watching the remaining crew preparing to leave. The gangly lad looked oddly young despite his height, surrounded by the emptiness of the Riyadh and in civvies that singled him out as a painfully average looking teen.
Nilsen gulped, if they all failed to return the cadet would linger for months on a ghost ship. “You know I had no choice, right? Someone had to take control.”
