Far From Home: The Complete Second Series (Far From Home 13-15) (8 page)

24.

"They have breached the
Enigma
, sir," Ensign Roland Beaumont reported from the science station. "Teams entering the first centrifuge now."

Commander Greene nodded. "Excellent. Keep me apprised."

*

The inner airlock was much like the first, but smaller. When the last of them had stepped through it, the door shut behind them.

Lights flashed around them from within the hexagonal walls.

"Readings?" King asked.

Dr. Gentry checked his scanner. "I'm reading atmosphere. Pressure rising. It's thin at the moment, but breathable."

"Interesting," she said. "So the Namar breathed an Oxygen-Nitrogen atmosphere the same as us?"

"It would appear so. In a moment, I predict this chamber will be fully pressurised," Gentry said.

And he was right. With its equalisation sequence complete, the lights all came on at once around them, revealing another door at the other end.

Jessica looked to Commander Chang. "Would you like the honour, Commander?"

"Well," Chang said, a big smile on her face. "If the offer's there
. . ."

Jessica noted the way Chang looked at Olivia Rayne. The shine in their eyes.

The Commander worked the mysterious controls of the airlock, manipulating the lit symbols just as she and Dr. Gentry had before.

"Oh
. . ."

There was nothing but darkness on the other side. They all stepped through the open hatch one-by-one, their lights barely touching the black nothing before them.

"No power, do you think?" Chang asked.

Before Captain King could answer, the world was filled with blinding light as the sun came up within
Enigma
.

25.

An entire world on the inside of a barrel,
Jessica thought, once her eyes became accustomed to the brilliance of the
Enigma
's lights. They were situated directly opposite, on the end of stems. There were three of them, and each was so bright it hurt to stare directly into them.

But beyond the adjustment from night eyes to normal vision, it was what was in front of them that took getting used to. The team stood on a large platform, following the same hexagonal shape. They could have exited on any side, and still found themselves on a flat surface looking down on the strangest landscape ever conceived.

The inside of the cylinder was lined with habitat. On a planet, or any spherical body, the surface formed an unending curve down. Here in the
Enigma
, the surface curved up over their heads. And while they had no sensation of the cylinder's momentum, since they stood within it, they were aware that the centrifugal force of the
Enigma
's spin was keeping everything pinned to the inner wall with gravity equivalent to Earth's.

"This is
. . . most unexpected," Dr. Gentry said.

"You can say that again," Lieutenant Jackson said. "I keep looking up, expecting it all to fall down around us."

"It won't," Dr. Gentry said, and made a brief explanation of the forces involved.

Jessica couldn't look away. A grey coloured floor lined the entire habitat, with what looked like simple metal huts or houses, and scattered among them, larger buildings. She spotted no greenery at all. Nothing living.

However, she did see mist beginning to line the floor below them, in the habitat.

"Doctor Gentry, I see something like mist? Down there. What temperature are we reading?"

"It was below zero when we entered, but now climbing past zero," he announced. "What you're seeing is probably ice crystals vaporising. They no doubt formed in the dark, cold, sleep of this vessel."

"Strange that you should refer to it as sleep," Chang said.

"Why not? Have we not awoken it from some kind of slumber?" Gentry replied, pointing to the suns in front of them.

It,
Jessica thought.
Or them . . .

*

Chang peered over the edge of where they stood. There was a drop of hundreds of feet to the monochrome surface of the habitat. She stepped back warily.

"Quite a way up, aren't we?" she asked.

"This reminds me," Gentry said. He looked around for something, obviously couldn't find it, then searched his utility belt. He settled for a small wrench.

"Doctor, what are you doing?" King asked him.

"Demonstrating an interesting effect of the cylinder, Captain," he said and threw the miniature wrench out into the open air. It should have fallen over the side and clattered on the ground below. However it didn't. The wrench spun out into mid-air and continued to travel until it ran out of momentum, slowed by the drag of the air. Then, as they watched, it began a slow fall toward the surface. It would take a while, but it would fall down. Mother Nature would make sure of that.

"The gravity is stronger down there than up here," Dr. Gentry said. "A vessel like the
Defiant
has a form of artificial gravity holding everything in place. The
Enigma
works on a different principle. It uses force to do the same job. However, where we are, standing on the very axis, the gravitational force is not in effect. It's only due to the adaptive soles of our space suits that we are able to walk around without floating off."

"Well spotted," King said. "Now we should see about
–"

Gentry stopped her in her tracks as he began removing his helmet.

"What're you doing!?" she yelled, rushing forward to stop him. But before she could get there, the older man had already finished the job. His helmet was off and tucked under his arm. He sniffed the ozone.

"The air is cool, but old. Stale. It smells like a tomb in here."

"Doctor, I'd prefer it if you didn't take such risks," Jessica said. "The air could have been poisonous for all you knew . . ."

He didn't seem to hear her as he filled his lungs with ancient air. And minutes later, once they'd made sure that Dr. Gentry was not about to drop down dead, they all followed suit.

Even the Captain.

*

"So there must be a way of getting down," Jessica said.

"Over here!" Lieutenant Jackson called. They all walked to his location at the edge of the platform. He knelt on the floor, examining a wide circle embossed on the decking. "What d'you suppose this is?"

Jessica got down on her knee and ran her hand over the marking there. Immediately, at the touch of her fingertips, the same glowing symbols they'd observed on the airlocks appeared. She looked up at the Lieutenant. "There's our answer, Jackson."

"Aye," he said and watched as the Captain activated all of the symbols in turn. The two of them stepped back as the circle of metal rose from the decking in a round column until it stood over them at a height of three metres or more.

"Wow."

It was featureless save for a hexagonal embossed area on its front face, and it had risen from the floor without a sound.

Dr. Gentry stepped forward, pressed his hand against it. The hexagon showed itself to be a door, and swung inward. Within the column were dim lights.

"What is it?" Rayne asked.

"An elevator," Gentry said. "I'd bet my hat on it."

"Well, there's only one way to find out," Jessica said. She was first to step inside. "After all, they must have had some way of getting down there. Shall we?"

26.

C-1, or the habitat as some of them came to refer to it, was a bleak and somewhat boring landscape. Entirely devoid not only of life signs, but imaginative design.

"It's as if an entire world has been built, purely to function," Dr. Gentry said. "Designed, and made, for purpose. No flair. No spedazzle!"

"No colour," Jessica said.

"Exactly," Gentry agreed. "Completely dull and utilitarian. I've never seen anything like it. Even on a starship, or a starbase, there is some whimsical feature. Some part of its design that links it to the designer. However, here I find nothing extraneous."

"Fan out into your teams," Jessica ordered. "And I want one member of each team with a firearm at the ready. We still don't know what we're dealing with."

They broke up and spread out. She instructed them to rejoin by the elevator one hour later and to remain in contact the whole time.

"A surprise may present itself at any time," she warned them. But Jessica King had no cause for concern. There would be no surprises yet. C-1 was a habitat built for thousands of inhabitants
– but not one of the teams found any evidence of present, or former, occupation.

For all intents and purposes, the
Enigma
looked brand new inside. Which then posed the obvious question: If no-one had ever lived here, who had it been built for? Was it still, all these years later, awaiting its crew?

The
Enigma
was a miracle of engineering, and must have taken untold resources to construct. And yet . . . here it was, abandoned.

Who had been meant to live there, and why hadn't they yet? Why was the
Enigma
, a lifeless world all its own, left to orbit a similarly dead planet?

It didn't make sense.

27.

Captain’s
Personal Journal

External log

Standard Ship Time

It’s been several hours since we reached the centrifuge. And as noted before, from what we observed of the
Enigma
's outer hull, there would appear to be three separate sections. The vessel's constant spin creates a perfect one gee environment, with the inner walls of the centrifuge for the ground. There is air, but it is old, stale. And there is some kind of weather system in here, too, that's just starting to develop.

The
Enigma
is a world in a barrel.

Moments after entering the habitat we've dubbed C-1, it was as if someone flicked a switch. Almost certainly an autonomous action
– unless there really is something, or someone, watching. The lights came on. They protrude from a series of rods at the far end of this centrifuge, and give the equivalent of sunlight. The temperature rose from below freezing to a comfortable level within an hour. Considering the fact the
Enigma
has been dormant for a thousand years, it's quite incredible.

As for C-1 itself? Well, there
is no plant life for a start. It was definitely intended as a living area, and could probably have a hundred thousand people living in it at any one time. So far, we've not spotted any sign of current habitation. There is a kind of rough, stone-like material on the deck. And what can only be described as houses, constructed from thin sheets of metal. They seem intended to house no more than two people at a time, and given the number of them I'd say that's probably about right. There are narrow roads running through them, and we noted several areas that seem to be intended as supply sites – these structures are much larger than the others.

Doctor
Gentry suggested they could be religious sites, too.

Who knows?

I've ordered Team Two to remain here in C-1 and monitor any changes they find. The weather system in here could become significantly more active as the temperature continues to rise. I've also left a standing order that one of them remain armed at all times. Even if their weapon isn't out the whole time, someone on each team needs a gun handy. We can't be sure the
Enigma
is completely devoid of occupants. There are the other sections of the ship to explore yet. And you never know. Maybe I'm just an optimist, but a Namarian might just pop his or her head out at any time to say hello.

Surely, in the annals of space exploration, far stranger things have happened
. . .

28.

Jessica did not relish the thought of a twenty kilometre stroll across C-1's bare, monochromatic landscape. Nor were Gary Belcher, Dana Oriz, Olivia Rayne or Selena Walker.

Lieutenant Jackson, on the other hand, seemed to relish the thought of some good physical exercise.

I'm doing well on these new meds,
Jessica thought.
But Christ, I don't want to push it
.

A hike across the whole length of C-1 was not a bucket list objective for her, not yet. Sure, that kind of activity would hopefully be a drop in the ocean for her soon enough, but for now it was out of the question. Her legs wouldn't take it, and the others knew that to be the case. Her medical situation was no secret to the crew of the
Defiant
.

Luckily they were all spared a long walk
– much to Jackson's disappointment. It just so happened that the
Enigma
not only had elevators to carry passengers from the airlocks to the cylinder surface, but also a kind of tram system. There were four of them, spaced around the circumference of C-1, and each seemed to head in the same direction, a kind of tunnel that, apparently, led into C-2 and beyond.

The trams were cylinders themselves, though the way you mounted and dismounted from them very much reminded Jessica of the trams she'd seen in old San Francisco years before. Though those restored antiques couldn't have held a torch against these svelte creations. They were attached to the
Enigma
by an impossibly thin track, and they had a short series of steps leading from the platform to the cylinder itself. Apart from their base, they were entirely constructed of tinted glass.

"An elegant design," Dr. Oriz noted as she climbed aboard. She helped Olivia Rayne up.

"More than you'd expect from a race of conquerors," Belcher said. "I'm impressed."

"Shall we?" Jessica asked. She eyed the few controls at the front of the craft. A series of three buttons, and below them a kind of touch pad. She pressed the pad first, and the doors to the tram whispered shut. "Thought so."

She then pressed the middle button, guessing that each signified a third of the cylinder. They had to be in the first one now, seeing as they were at the very front of the ship. The cylindrical tram began to move, steadily gaining speed – though without any real sense of motion. The craft seemed to glide on thin air as it tore across the minimalist terrain of C-1 and bore them steadily toward the tunnel ahead.

"Fascinating," Selena Walker said.

They passed beneath the structure at the other end of C-1, the supports holding the massive suns. Jessica glanced up through the transparent canopy, in awe of the sheer size and scope of the
Enigma
in almost every way.

It reminded her of the pyramids and sphinxes of Egypt, back on Earth. The way those giant stone monoliths had been left, the calling card of a once great people.

The
Enigma
seemed to be like that. A technological achievement unsurpassed by anything they'd ever seen. Just the sheer scope of the
Enigma
made her head hurt. As they entered the darkness of the tunnel, she had to wonder once more about the purpose of the giant ship. The notion that it might be a gigantic Trojan horse had occurred to her more than once. With the tram speeding them to C-2, an as-yet unseen section of the ship, she was glad for the firearm on her hip, if only for the comfort of knowing it was there.