Warlord's Revenge (9 page)

Early the next morning, John stood on the grass in the middle of the Centre, Emmie and Kaal on either side of him. Stars glittered beyond the great dome above. Behind him, the whole school had gathered. Dressed in the red and silver uniform of Hyperspace High, thousands of students from all over the universe lined up, waiting for the headmaster to appear on a dais that had been set up overnight. John half-turned to take a look over his shoulder. As always, he remained astonished by the variety of students who attended the school.

At the back were the largest: including the biggest student in the school, a female Manorus called Faysha who looked a little like a two-legged tiger, if a tiger had been the size of an elephant. Next to her was a shapeshifter being who resembled a half-empty balloon in his natural state. Elsewhere in the crowd were half-droids, creatures with two heads, some with wings, and others with body parts that John couldn’t begin to guess the function of.

“The headmaster’s coming.” Kaal nudged him, adding, “oh, sorry, I forgot,” as John stumbled to one side.

John rolled his eyes and turned back to the stage, as Lorem materialized in a blaze of light.

“A very good morning to all of you,” the headmaster said.

The entire school answered, “Good morning, sir,” as one.

“I have some
excellent
news,” Lorem continued. “The scholars of Kerallin have assessed a class of our first-year students for the first time in a century.” Pausing, he looked along the rows of students before him. With a trace of a smile, he went on, “The scholars’ tests can be extemely difficult, so it is with great pleasure that I tell you that our class of first years achieved an
outstanding
result.”

Applause and cheers rippled through the crowd.

“And that is not all,” said the headmaster. “The scholars have decided to make a special award to one student in particular. A student who showed a truly remarkable ability to apply their academic knowledge under pressure.”

A hush descended. Further along the line, John heard Mordant whisper, “That will be me.”

“Undoubtedly, Master Talliver, sir. The scholars of Kerallin are famous for their wisdom. They will have seen your genius,” droned G-Vez, now reunited with its master.

“And that student is...
Emmie Tarz
!” Lorem announced.

Emmie gasped, as the school broke into applause again.

“There must be some mista—,” Mordant Talliver began.

The rest of his sentence was quickly drowned out by cheers, as Emmie’s classmates crowded around her, clapping her on the back.

“Brilliant, Emmie!” shouted John. “I
said
you were brilliant.”

“Nice work, Tarz!” yelled Lishtig. “You totally deserve it.”

Kaal threw his arms around her, almost crushing her slender body in a huge Derrilian hug.

“Emmie will receive an extra hundred points towards her marks for the year,” said the headmaster, trying to make himself heard above the noise. “And the scholars of Kerallin have also asked me to grant the whole school a day off in recognition of her achievement.”

This time, the cheers were deafening. “Emmie, Emmie, EMMIE!” chanted thousands of voices.

“So, what are you hanging around here for?” Lorem asked, laughing. “Go and enjoy yourselves!”

As the headmaster flashed away, Emmie was swamped. It seemed that everyone in the school wanted to congratulate her, though John noticed Mordant stalking away, shouting at G-Vez. Eventually, however, the crowd broke up as students went off to enjoy their unexpected day off.

Grinning, John gave his flustered friend another hug.

“So, what are we going to do with the day?” Kaal asked. “As you earned it, Emmie, you get to choose – so long as you choose Boxogle.”

“No, Kaal,” said John, shaking his head. “Now Emmie’s an academic superstar, she’ll want to spend the day studying in the library.”

Emmie punched him on the arm. “Idiot human,” she giggled. “No library, no Boxogle. With all that water yesterday, I just remembered how long it’s been since I visited the SwimBubble.”

“What’s a SwimBubble?” John asked.

Emmie and Kaal stopped and looked at each other in a way that John had come to recognize – pity mixed with wonder.

“He’s never been in a SwimBubble, Kaal,” said Emmie in hushed tones.

Kaal shook his head sadly. “Sometimes I wonder if they have any fun at all on Earth, Emmie,” he said.

“Yes, but what’s a SwimBubble?” John repeated, exasperated.

Both of his friends ignored him. “Hey, Lishtig!” Kaal shouted. “The Earthling’s never seen a SwimBubble!”

“What are we waiting for, then?” Lishtig called back. “I’ll round everyone up.”

Half an hour later, wearing red and silver trunks that Zepp had provided, John stepped out of the changing rooms with Emmie and Kaal on either side of him.

“
This
is a SwimBubble,” said Emmie.

John goggled, his jaw hanging open.
Really freaky space stuff
, he thought, not for the first time
.

Before him was a vast room with a ceiling that looked out onto space. John hardly noticed the view, his eyes fixed on what the huge space contained. Its surface rippling gently, what looked like a globe made completely of water hung in zero-gravity. Reflected light shimmered on the white walls.

“B-but that’s im-
impossible
,” he stuttered, gazing up at the vast blue ball.

“Not impossible, just beyond your planet’s technology,” said Kaal.

“Stop standing about gawping!” shouted Lishtig, pushing past. “Last one in’s a loser.” Kicking off as he entered the zero-gravity room, the purple-haired boy dived up into the water, making waves that spread out across the surface of the globe.

“Off you go, then,” said Kaal. From behind, John felt the Derrilian give him a powerful push, sending him flying upward. He splashed into the giant water ball in a tangle of arms and legs.

“Dive bomb!” shrieked Kaal.

John almost choked with water and laughter as the Derrilian plunged in beside him. One after another, his classmates followed, their shrieks and laughs echoing off the walls. Gulping a breath, John dived under, following his classmate, Queelin, as she darted gracefully through the SwimBubble. He came out near the top, looking up in amazement at the stars speeding past outside Hyperspace High as he trod water.

Kaal surfaced next to him; Emmie’s head appeared a second later. “So what do you think, Earthling?” she asked, pushing wet hair out of her eyes.

John lay back, allowing himself to float on top of the rippling ball, looking out into the darkness as Hyperspace High swept past a gas giant planet.

“I think,” he said eventually, “that I totally
love
this school.”

...for a sneak peek of the next Hyperspace High adventure.

John Riley’s shared dorm was like a plush hotel room, with luxurious sofas and vast enclosed beds. And the floor-to-ceiling window had a view that no hotel on Earth could have matched. But as John gazed out at black outer space twinkling with stars, he couldn’t help wishing instead for a view of trees and grass. He longed to see a clear blue sky with fluffy white clouds. It had been several weeks since he’d left Earth, and he was feeling a bit homesick for his world. John let out a deep sigh.

“What’s wrong, John?” his room-mate Kaal asked.

“Oh, nothing,” John replied, forcing a smile. “Just missing home a bit.”

“I know exactly how you feel,” Kaal said sympathetically. “I can’t wait to see my folks at the Space Specta—” Kaal cut himself off abruptly, before continuing awkwardly. “Sorry, John. I keep forgetting that your parents can’t come.”

A gloomy silence descended over their room. But it was soon broken by the sound of an incoming video call. Suddenly, three demonic, green-skinned figures filled one of the two video screens on the desk. They leaned in close, their wings rustling behind them, and grinned, revealing white, shark-like teeth.

Kaal, who looked exactly like the aliens on the screen, grinned back at them and waved happily. “Hi, Mum! Hi, Dad! It’s so good to see you! How’s little Varka? Hi, Kulvi. Hey, you’ve had your teeth sharpened! Nice!”

“You’re looking well, son,” rumbled the largest alien, who John guessed was Kaal’s father. “Varka is sleeping, thank goodness. She’s finally had her first skin-shedding— Ah, I didn’t realize your room-mate was there, too! Hello, John.”

John, who was sprawled on one of the sofas, looked up from his holocomic. “Wide skies, Mr Tartaru,” he said, giving the traditional Derrilian greeting Kaal had taught him. Even though Kaal and his family were speaking their native language, John could understand every word they were saying, thanks to Hyperspace High’s computer system, which translated everything into the language of each individual listener.

“And good flight to you, too, young man!” Kaal’s father responded, clearly impressed.

“What excellent manners your friend has,” said Kaal’s mother.

“Wonder where he learned them?” Kulvi said, with warmth and wickedness in her voice. “Surely not from my little brother Kaal. You want to watch out for him, John; he’s a savage. Hey, Kaal. Remember when you put the scutterliches in my bed?”

“They needed somewhere warm to hatch or they’d have died!” Kaal protested.

John tried not to laugh. He’d heard Kaal’s side of this story a hundred times.

“Now, Kaal,” his mother said, “this chit-chat is very pleasant, but we must discuss our visit to Hyperspace High. There are only three days to go.”

“I know,” Kaal said, fidgeting with excitement. “I can’t wait!”

“We’re looking forward to it too, dear one. But there are arrangements to make! Did you reserve a docking space for the family starhopper? We won’t be the only family coming to visit! And where are we going to sit during the Space Spectacular? You can’t leave these things to the last minute, you know.”

John grinned and retreated behind his holocomic, leaving Kaal to chat excitedly to his family.

It was funny how mums and dads were much the same all over the galaxy, if Kaal’s were anything to go by. His own mother would have been just as fussy about the arrangements. John idly wondered what his mum and dad would make of Kaal’s family. They’d probably run screaming...like John nearly had, the first day he’d met Kaal.

“Hey, do you know if the Tarz family is coming?” Kulvi said. “I haven’t seen Brannicus Tarz in years! He’s a bigwig on the Galactic Council now.”

“Of course they are!” Kaal said. “This
is
the Space Spectacular we’re talking about. Everyone’s family is coming!” Then he stopped in his tracks. “Um. Almost everyone’s, I mean. Not all the families can make it, of course.”

“Of course,” his father echoed. There was another awkward silence.

John winced. Neither Kaal nor his family had looked in John’s direction, but he knew they were talking about him. He was the only student on Hyperspace High whose parents would never –
could
never – visit the school.

It wasn’t just the distance. Unlike all the other parents, John’s mum and dad didn’t even know he was here on Hyperspace High. They thought he was at a boarding school back on Earth. All those weeks ago, John had accidentally climbed aboard a space shuttle that he’d thought was the coach taking him to his new boarding school in Derbyshire. Instead, he was taken far away into the galaxy, to the best space school in the universe: Hyperspace High. John, the first Earthling to ever board the school, had almost been expelled seconds after arriving – here, that meant being thrown out of an airlock! It was only thanks to the intervention of Lorem, the school’s headmaster, that John had been allowed to stay on as a pupil.

So far, John had managed to keep his parents thinking that he was at the Earth boarding school. There had been a few narrow escapes, though, like the time he’d had to pretend an alien in his room was a science project. That had been a close shave...

“Do you two even know what you’re doing for the Spectacular?” Kulvi asked.

“We haven’t even been assigned to our groups yet,” Kaal said. “That’s happening at twelve sharp today, in the Centre. I might get Galactic Battle, Plasma Sculpting, Zero-G Acrobatics – even Star Dance! Can you imagine me dancing?”

“I was a Star Dancer in my final year, remember?” Kulvi said, laughing. “I’ll never forget it. We were like a herd of gograflomps in rehearsal! Nearly demolished the stage!”

“Great,” Kaal said. “That’s an encouraging thought.”

“Hey, if we could pull it off, you can. It all came together in the end, thank goodness. We rocked that Spectacular.”

“I’m sure Kaal will make us proud, whatever activity he’s assigned to,” Kaal’s dad said.

“I’ll do my best, Father,” Kaal said gravely, as if his life depended on it.

John rolled his eyes behind his comic. His huge Derrilian friend was fun to be around, but he could be very serious sometimes, especially where his family was concerned. Although John knew he’d be just as keen to impress his own parents if they were coming.

John idly wondered what activity he’d be assigned to. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure what a Space Spectacular was. A sort of cross between an open day and a school show, he guessed, where all the students showed off the skills they’d learned, while the families looked on. By the sound of it, it was a pretty big deal. Families would soon be arriving at Hyperspace High from worlds many light years away.

Not from Earth, though.

John sighed, put down the comic, and squeezed his eyes shut to stop himself from crying. It was hard to pretend that everything was OK while listening to Kaal and his family make plans.

Kaal was still talking excitedly. “...and when the Spectacular’s finished, can we go out for a meal at Ska’s Caf
é
? They do the best Vortex lumpgriddles
anywhere...
”

John thought back to the last time he’d taken part in a show in front of parents. He’d been the lead in the school production of
Oliver
, and he’d sung his heart out. His mum had been so happy, she’d cried. “I’d do anyfing for youuuu,” he’d sung to her in the car on the way home, over and over, until she was laughing.

What was that cold, empty, sucking feeling behind his ribs, like a black hole draining away his good mood? Oh, yeah. Homesickness. Just being away from home was one thing, but being millions and millions of kilometres away was something else.

Why wasn’t there some way for his parents to come, too? It wasn’t fair. This enormous space-faring school could travel faster than light, but even if the ship made a detour to visit Earth, he still couldn’t bring them on board. Humans hadn’t yet made official contact with other galactic beings yet, and that was how it had to stay for now. Rules were rules, and John was very lucky to be the exception.

The dorm door opened, and in bounced Emmie Tarz, John’s golden-skinned, pointy-eared Sillaran friend. “Morning, boys! Have I got some news for— Oh,
hi,
Mr and Mrs Tartaru! Hi, Kulvi! Sorry, I didn’t know Kaal was on the vidphone!”

“Hi, Emmie,” John said, trying to sound happier than he felt.

Emmie wasn’t fooled for a second. In a series of graceful leaps, she crossed the room to the sofa where John lay, her silver hair trailing behind her. “Just the human being I wanted to see. Come on, mister. You’re going for a ride.”

Before John could protest, she had grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the dorm. “See you later, Kaal! Bye, everyone!”

“What’s this about a ride?” John blustered, as Emmie led him down the corridor.

“Thought it might cheer you up,” Emmie said, grinning.

“I didn’t say anything about being miserable!”

“No. You didn’t have to, did you?”

John had to smile. Some things he just couldn’t hide, not from Emmie. “So what are we riding?”

“Ah! Well, Sergeant Jegger asked me if I wanted to do a special assignment for extra credit.”

“You agreed to do
extra
schoolwork?” John was surprised by this, as Emmie struggled with most academic subjects.

“I know, right? But this is Space Flight we’re talking about. The best class of all, by light years.”

“So what’s the assignment?”

Emmie grabbed John’s shoulders, her blue eyes huge, and spoke slowly. “He wants me to... wait for it... test drive a new model t-dart!”

“Wow!” said John. The current t-darts were already awesome. He couldn’t imagine what a new one would be like!

“Jegger’s thinking of upgrading all the school’s t-darts to the new models,” Emmie went on. “But he wants to make sure they’re still OK to learn in. So he’s asked me to take one out for a spin and see what I think.”

“Because you’re one of the best pilots this school’s got,” John said.

“Oh, hush,” Emmie said, though she was smiling. “I just love flying, that’s all. Here we are. Hangar eighty-seven. Feast your eyes on this!”

The brand new training dart stood in the hangar, bathed in a single spotlight. Like the older models, it was a sleek, sharp-nosed ship with short, swept-back wings at the rear and a transparent bubble cockpit. But every centimetre of its metallic surface gleamed like silver – even the chrome-like rims of the blast turbines were sparkling clean, not sooty from exhaust fumes like every other t-dart he’d seen.

Emmie pressed her keycard to the side of the craft and the bubble cockpit silently slid open. Inside were two seats, plush and billowy, and each with an identical set of controls.

“Should we suit up?” John asked.

“The manual says we don’t need to,” Emmie said. “Helmets only. I wonder what that’s about?”

“Nice seats!” John said, stroking the soft fabric. A tiny light came on in the console as he did so, and a voice purred, “Human and Sillaran life forms detected. Adjusting settings for maximum comfort.”

“Wow,” breathed Emmie. “Train in this ship? I could
live
in it!”

“Check this out!” John said, settling himself in his seat as the bubble closed above them. “Onboard drinks dispenser, snack bar, holovid player... Talk about luxury options!”

As their safety harnesses automatically fastened around them, John and Emmie pulled on their helmets. Instantly the ship’s soft voice whispered, “Activating SecondSkin spacesuit nano-weave.”

A tickling sensation spread over John’s body. He looked down and, to his amazement, saw a silvery layer of fabric spreading out over his chest, arms, and legs. He’d worn a SecondSkin before – they clung to you like a second skin, hence the name – but this one was being woven around him as he sat there!

“Nano-weave microbots!” Emmie said, holding up her hand and watching the fabric glide over it like a liquid-metal glove. “Microscopic machines that can create a spacesuit around you. Now that’s tailoring!”

“You’ll never have to worry about forgetting your spacesuit again!” John laughed.

“OK,” said Emmie, sounding businesslike now that the suits were complete. “Let’s see how she handles in flight. Ready to go?”

“Are you kidding? Fire her up!”

Emmie ran a pre flight check, powered up the main turbine, and ignited the engines. John’s stomach was a tight knot of excitement as the take-off sequence counted down and the hangar doors slid open space.

The view always took John’s breath away, no matter how many times he saw it – diamond-bright stars shining in the infinite darkness of space. It was amazing enough to see space through the ship’s countless windows, but flying out among those stars in a tiny craft like this was just incredible. It made him feel very small, and full of wonder.

“Easy does it,” Emmie muttered, carefully steering the little ship up and out of the hangar. “When we’re a safe distance away from Hyperspace High, I’ll open her up a bit. See what she can do.”

That was Emmie all over, John thought. She loved the thrills, but she’d never put anyone at risk. No wonder she was the favourite student of Sergeant Jegger, the three-legged Space Flight instructor.

“OK. This is a
smooth
ship,” Emmie said, banking them around so that they were flying alongside Hyperspace High. “The intertial compensation works like a dream.”

“What the heck’s that?” John laughed. “And since when did you get technical?”

She stuck out her tongue. “It’s a new flight feature. The ship makes tiny corrections so you don’t oversteer.” She pursed her lips. “Though maybe that’s making things
too
easy. People won’t learn if the ship does the job for them...”

John stared through the bubble at Hyperspace High beside them, looking a bit like an enormous cruise liner. Through thousands of windows and transparent panels, he could see students and teachers walking the halls, sitting in classes, or enjoying a snack. Down in the lower levels, huge robots and machines were working hard.

They flew further and further, and still the huge ship lay beside them.
It’s amazing how big Hyperspace High really is,
John thought.
I’ve been here nearly a term now, and I sort of know my way around, but there are so many places I haven’t been. Places still to explore...