Galactic Battle (3 page)

“Thank you, everyone,” he said, and his voice seemed to carry around the whole room, though John couldn't see a microphone anywhere. “I'd like to say a few words about the Space Spectacular,” the headmaster went on. “I'm sure you're all looking forward to it as much as I am.”

Lorem put his hands behind his back and strolled to the edge of the stage. “So, what is the Space Spectacular? It is a show — the greatest show in the galaxy, I like to believe. Every year, we open the school to our students' families and invite them to watch as the students demonstrate their skills. I want you to understand that this will not just be a handpicked few. Every single student in the school will have an opportunity to shine.”

Once again, John felt excluded. His family wouldn't be here, not this year, nor any other. But he still wanted to shine, just like everyone else.

“We demand a lot from our students, and the visiting families always have very high expectations for the show. I don't intend to disappoint any of them.”

Lorem paused and looked out over the silent, awed students with his sparkling eyes. “I will announce which teams you have all been assigned to in a moment. First, it is my duty to issue a warning. Although this is a time of high spirits, which I hope you will all enjoy, school rules are still in full effect.”

John shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He didn't really want to hear any more talk about rules right now, especially not from the headmaster.

But Lorem's voice was very grave. “For those who do not comply, there will be punishment. Any student who accrues two or more detentions will not be allowed to participate in the Space Spectacular.”

Another pause, as those words sank in.
I've already got one detention,
John thought glumly.

“And now for the teams!” Lorem announced brightly, quickly banishing John's dark mood. “Some roles will be big, some small, but all are equally important. Please sit quite still and do not leave your seats. You will soon understand why.”

From high above, a rainbow of light beams suddenly flashed out over the arena. Each one bathed a different student in colored light — red, yellow, purple, green, blue, pink, and blinding white. Delighted gasps rang out.

“The color of your light indicates your team, as you will no doubt have guessed,” said Lorem, sounding amused. “Let me explain what each color means.”

John was sitting in a shaft of golden-yellow light. Just like everyone else, he'd been chosen for something, as he knew he would be, but somehow he still felt more excited than he'd expected.

John tried to see who else was on his team. However, no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't make out any other students under a yellow beam. There were just too many colors shining down, like a forest of tinted lasers.

“I guess we're not on the same team, John,” Emmie said from her neighboring seat. John looked over and saw that she was sitting in the glare of a blue light.

“I guess not,” he said, feeling a little disappointed. He hoped he'd know at least one person on his team. Maybe he'd be with Kaal.

“Huh. I wonder what I'll be doing,” said Emmie. But she didn't have to wait long to find out.

“Those in blue,” Lorem announced next, “will be the Zero-G Acrobatics team.”

“Wooo! Best. Spectacular. Ever!” Emmie cheered.

John and Emmie traded a high five, as they'd been doing since John taught his friends the Earth custom. The excitement in the auditorium was so intense now that Lorem had to call for silence before he could read out the remainder of the teams.

Those bathed in purple were the Star Dance team, and try as he might, John couldn't find Kaal to see if he was on that team, either. He crossed his fingers, hoping as hard as he could that they'd end up on the same team.

Green was Plasma Sculpting, white was Traditional Music (John wondered which planet's traditions Lorem could possibly mean), pink was Alien Life Form Training, and red was Live Holo-Theater, which Emmie explained; it sounded like theater on Earth, only with holographic scenery, special effects, and costumes projected over the actors.

“Last but not least,” Lorem said, “those in yellow will be the Galactic Battle team. For safety reasons, this is the smallest team of all and will be demonstrating a variety of energy weapons.”

There was a chorus of oohs and aahs. John could hardly keep himself from jumping up and yelling with delight. Energy weapons — how unbelievably cool was that?

“Congrats!” Emmie whispered, nudging him and grinning.

“Thanks! I wish you could be on my team — I really do!”

“Ah, it's cool,” Emmie said, smiling. “To be honest, I'm not much of a weapons fan anyway, you know?”

“I wish you all a very successful practice period,” Lorem said. “Next time we meet together in this auditorium, many of your families will be here. They will be expecting you to give your very best performance. Let's give them a show to remember!”

With that, he transformed into a tiny ball of sparkling light, sped over the students' heads toward the exit, and vanished up the corridor. John knew that was the headmaster's preferred method for moving quickly about the ship, fluttering overhead like ghost-lights.

“ALL STUDENTS ARE NOW DISMISSED,” intoned the Examiners as one. “LUNCH HOUR WILL NOW COMMENCE.”

“No lunch hour for us,” John grumbled. “Come on, Emmie. We've got a detention to get to.”

“Yeah,” said Emmie, winking. “Thanks to you, Earth boy.”

But as Emmie tried to make her way back from the balcony to the main corridor, the black-haired form of Mordant Talliver moved in front of her, blocking her path. Above his shoulder, like an annoying second robotic head, hovered the silvery sphere of G-Vez, Mordant's Serve-U Droid.

Mordant was wearing a big, smug smile on his face, and his two black rubbery tentacles were crossed over his chest.

John braced himself for trouble. The half-Gargon boy was the closest thing Hyperspace High had to a class bully, and he was no friend of John's — nor Emmie's. It didn't help that he was top of just about every class right now, and he looked down on John as a primitive life form from a hopeless, backward planet. In Mordant's eyes, John was little better than a caveman — not that Mordant really saw any of the other students as his equal, either.

“Hello, Mordant,” Emmie said reluctantly. “Can I get past, please?”

“Oh, sure!” Mordant said, smiling even more broadly. He reminded John of the sort of deep-sea fish that swallows its prey in one gulp. “I just wanted to tell you how happy I am to be on your team. It's an honor.”

Emmie looked perplexed. “Um . . . uh . . . thanks?”

“Seriously, I can't wait to get started,” Mordant said. “You're the best zero-G gymnast I've ever known. And you know I don't like to boast, but I'm pretty good myself. Our team is going to rock this Spectacular, just you wait.”

Emmie looked over at John with an open mouth. Her navy blue eyes were as wide and blank as the screen of a crashed ThinScreen. John felt much the same, but a deep suspicion was forming in his mind.

Mordant sighed, still not letting Emmie through. “I just wish my dad could see how cool our performance is going to be.”

“Unfortunately, master's father is unable to attend,” G-Vez explained, unprompted. “He has important business to attend to, as the owner of the most successful intergalactic mining company in the universe. Such riches and responsibility will all be in master's hands one day.”

“I guess I'll just have to do my best to impress your parents instead, won't I, Emmie?” Mordant said, smiling and patting the beautiful Sillaran on the shoulder. Then he stood aside and waved her through, smiling all the while. When they had passed him, Mordant vanished into the crowd.

Out in the hallway, John shook his head. “What on Earth just happened?”

“I have no idea,” said Emmie. “Maybe Mordant's turning over a new leaf? I hope so. That would be really nice.”

“Maybe he is,” John said, but he was far from convinced.

He didn't want to say it out loud and bring up unpleasant memories, but Mordant had been viciously cruel to Emmie in the past. She struggled with some of her subjects, and Mordant just loved to tease her about it.

If he was being nice to her face now, John thought, it could only mean one thing: Mordant Talliver had something troublesome planned. Emmie obviously wanted to believe he'd changed, but she could be too nice for her own good. John thought maybe he should warn her of his suspicions.

“Emmie, I don't really think—”

“John, look!”

Emmie was pointing at an Examiner gliding toward them from the other end of the hall.

“Come on, we need to go to detention! Quickly!”

John hurried after Emmie, hoping the Examiner hadn't seen them dawdling.

“If we're late for our lunchtime detention, that'll mean even more punishment!” Emmie whispered. “They'll give us another detention, most likely. And two detentions —”

“— means no Space Spectacular for either of us,” John finished.

“I'm so relieved you're on my team!” Kaal told John. It was the next morning, and they were heading out along the gleaming white corridors of Hyperspace High to meet the rest of the Galactic Battle team. “I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have someone I knew to talk to.”

John imagined his shy Derrilian friend standing with his back to the wall in a room full of students, too tongue-tied to talk to anyone.

“I know, it's awesome that we're together,” John agreed. What were the odds that out of hundreds of students, he and his best friend would be on the same team? He started trying to calculate exactly what the chances had been, but he was distracted by the view of space from the floor-to-ceiling windows along the left side of the corridor. They were so spotlessly clean, you could barely tell there was anything there at all; the corridor seemed like a balcony itself.

As John stared out into space, an Examiner rounded the corner, gliding steadily along the corridor, its crimson eye tracking left and right. John held his breath and looked nervously at Kaal. But the Examiner passed John without sparing him even a glance. Phew. John allowed himself a deep intake of the recycled atmosphere, as yesterday's encounter surfaced yet again in his thoughts.

What happened yesterday was too close. I'm going to have to be extra careful from now on, especially if Mordant's planning something. And I'm sure he is.

John tried to put his worries to the back of his mind and instead focus on the Space Spectacular. “Hey, where are we supposed to meet the others?” he asked Kaal as they continued along the corridor.

“Force field 1.0. It's on the modular energy level.”

John frowned. “Funny name for a room. Why's it called that?”

“You could call it a high-tech classroom,” Kaal explained, “but it's not really a room at all. Sometimes it doesn't even exist.”

“Huh? I'm lost!”

“The whole modular energy deck is one big empty space. The teachers make rooms in it with force-field projectors. They can add new rooms or remove them, or merge them together in any arrangement they like.”

“Sounds pretty cool,” John admitted.
And if the team is going to practice with energy weapons,
he thought,
it'll help that there aren't any real walls to damage!

But as they walked up a transparent tunnel of force to reach the classroom and entered the space, John realized he hadn't counted on one little fact: that rooms made from force fields had almost invisible walls and floors. Even the furniture inside it was made from shaped force fields. It was a little disconcerting to look through the walls into other force-field classrooms, where other teams were meeting, or through the floor at the real floor far below.

At least the team looked eager to get started. Three beings had looked up excitedly as John and Kaal entered the room.

John recognized one of the students immediately. “Hi, Kritta! Are you ready to rock?”

“Totally,” Kritta said, laughing. She was an insect-like first year, with six spindly-looking legs and eyes formed from hundreds of hexagonal facets. Once you got over how strange she looked, though, you saw her eyes were very beautiful, like gleaming, precious jewels.

John knew better than to judge Kritta by first appearances anyway. The quiet Centravian didn't always have much to say, but John knew that she could be brave when it mattered. She'd proven that on the planet Kerallin when their class had saved the scholars, the founders of Hyperspace High. John still couldn't quite believe that had only happened a couple of weeks earlier!

The student standing next to Kritta looked surprisingly like a human-sized tree frog. He was bright orange, the same Day-Glo color as an Earth road worker's safety jacket. “Hi. I'm Tarope,” he said, giving John a smile a mile wide.