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Part 5

Back in the hanger, the four men had been talking.

"I wonder what kind of stuff we have on this ship. I wonder if it is all made up of this strange technology." Tran said to the other three.

"Well, we know what the loading dock looks like, I wonder what the cockpit looks like. Iíve never been on a space ship before. Has anyone else?" Byrem looked to see if anyone had.

"I have. I was raised on a space station. Believe you me, living on a planet is much more pleasant. I really never got to see many plants and greenery when I was up there. I would go to visit family planetside and sometimes I would envy them. I used to have dreams about being sucked out into the vacuum of space when I was younger." Tran wasnít too excited about space.

"Well, if we find the pilot compartment, could you tell us what we have and maybe what our destination is?" Byrem was amazed that he was actually raised in space.

"Probably. I hope that I can read their instruments."

"So we are up among the stars?" Jake seemed curious of all this discussion.

"Yes we are. This ship will allow us to travel from world to world." Tran watched as Jakeís face turned from curiosity to concern.

"Can we go back to our own worlds?"

"Iím not sure if we can. The way weíve traveled, we could be in a totally different place, and we donít know how long we were asleep after we were rescued. It could have been any amount of time." Byrem was just starting to figure this out himself too. "I thought that I was out so long that my watch stopped working. None of my other equipment worked either." He looked at his watch. "Hey, itís working now. Thatís strange." He though that maybe he was crazy.

"Well, it seems like we are stuck here. We would be dead otherwise, right?" Paran was trying to be optimistic even though this whole situation was shocking for him too.

"Yeah, I guess your right. Weíll have plenty of worlds to explore and visit now Tran. Jake, Iím sure that you would have a good time leading us in exploring a few of them." Byrem was also trying to cheer up everyone.

"Letís go to the cockpit to see what we can find out about this ship." Tran was anxious to break the depressing atmosphere in the room. "Címon. It has to be in the front of the ship and so Iím pretty sure that itís this way."

"Hey where are the girls?"

"They canít be far. Donít worry about Ďem. There must be a hailing system on this ship and then we can just talk to them over the intercom." Tran was already through the door.

"Maybe we can find some floor plans to this ship so that we can get a good idea of how big it is and what kinds of things we have." Byrem followed last. "I hope we can find out exactly what this ship can do before we encounter any of these aliens. We are going to need to have every advantage we can get while we learn the ropes here. They didnít leave us with much information. That was irresponsible of them to do that to us!"



Kamiri and Samantha entered the room. "It looks like a briefing room." Samantha walked around and examined the projector in the middle of the room. It was a large module with two computer consoles on each side. To her left were the seats for a dozen people to sit comfortably. It could very well fit more.

"Hey look in here." Kamiri was already exploring another room. "This must be the conference room."

Samantha walked into the conference room and noticed the large round table with six seats. At each spot, there was a computer console.

"It looks like in the middle there is a holo device. This should have some data on our enemies and even on the voices that gave us this ship. Letís see if these things are operational." Kamiri let Samantha sit down at the computer.

As she sat down, a panel slid open. It had an indentation the size of the medallions. "Hey look at this. It looks like my medallion could fit here. Letís see what happens when I put it here." She placed her medallion in the indentation and the computer came to life. "Hey this is great. We have access!"

"I canít read anything! Can you?"

"Of course silly, canít you read it?"

"No. Is it in your native language?"

"Ya. Go sit down over there and see if that computer will show up in your language."

Kamiri sat down next to her and the panel opened up at her desk. As soon as she put in her medallion, the computer started up. It was in her language! "Hey I can read this one. How strange."

"This is amazing. These medallions must have a mental link to us somehow."

"I guess so. Lets see what we can find out about our situation and who we are dealing with."

"Okay."

They both suggested subjects to search for until they found something interesting. They found an abundance of history logs but were interested in the aliens and the protectors. They found files on each of the protectors and itís statistics. They also found the location of the main base, which they figured was their destination. After a few hours of searching, both of them started to get tired.

"Iím tired. All this reading makes me sleepy. Iím not used to it." Kamiri yawned.

"Iím tired too. But I could stay in here reading for a long time. Wait a secondÖ Here is a map of this ship. It looks like there are rooms for individual crewmembers. We are here and they are here about fifty feet that way. Go claim a room and get some rest. Iím going to stay here just a little longer." Samantha became victim of the spread of the yawn.

"Have fun." Kamiri picked up her medallion and left the room.

"Oh I will. This is what Iím good at and I like it."

Samantha continued for another few hours trying to find any bits of information that she could. Her main interest was in the aliens that they would be fighting. She searched the normal databases and did not find out much about the alien culture and their living means. She did find out about their method of invasion and a few observations about their tactics. "The information must be in here. Why would the previous owners of the protectors not take the time to study these beings? They must have some files on it."

Eventually, after hours of searching in the corners of the computerís databases, Samantha found some extra files in the computer that were not in the normal database. These were not translated, but they had diagrams and hopefully more information about the aliens and their different types. She hoped that these would be the information that she was looking for. "How come these arenít translated? I guess I will have to give it a try and translate it myselfÖ tomorrow. Iím tired. I wonder if there is a way to download these onto something so that I can study them in my room." She searched around and found a round disk. It took her another hour to figure out how to copy the information to the disk. "I better get some sleep. I have no idea what time it really is. It could be two in the morning for all I know. See ya later conference room." She picked up her medallion and left to go claim a room.

The four men made their way to the bridge. Inside they found an extensive array of computers and controls. There were six chairs throughout the room at different stations. There were large windows in the front and smaller ones on the side.

"Hey, this is neat. Letís check out what we have on this ship." Tran jumped into one of the seats that had a display of the ship on the computer. "I canít read the specifics of this thing. I can make out some parts like the barracks and other areas because of their features in the layout. Look we have weapon systems too." Just as he sat down, a panel extended from the console. It had an indentation on it just the size of his medallion. "Hey what is this?"

"It looks like it is asking you for something. Maybe a donation?" Jake tried to make sense of the panel as best he could. "Put something in it."

"Like what?" Tran felt around his pockets and noticed his medallion that was hanging around his neck. "I guess Iíll try this." He placed the medallion into the panel. After a few moments of working, the computer transferred into Tranís language. "Hey! Look at this!"

"What. I still canít read it. What good did that do?"

"I can read it. The medallion changed it to my language! Yahoo! Letís see what this ship really has." Tran actively changed the screens to find the view of the entire ship.

Paran and Jake sat down at a station of their own and placed their medallions on the panel and began searching.

"So each of us have our own private translation of this database and computer system. Or does it change us to read itís writing? These medallions must have created a link with our minds. Paran said that he actually fought the link when it first happened. Plus, these SHOULD be making a major strain on our necks. My medallion WAS heavy when I first stole it. Now it practically weighs nothing. This metal that the voices told us about is amazing. If Iíd had equipment made of this stuff back home, I could have carried a lot of stuff. Heck, I could have used it as body armor. Then that slime Keith could have shot me and I probably wouldnít have been hurt. I should have beat the crap out of him, but I guess he got his when his boss found out that I gave him the fake. Pretty satisfying to think about. But I am in a completely different situation now." Byrem looked out the window and pondered the situation while Tran helped Jake and Paran with the computer. Jake had no experience with a computer while Paran had only some. "I wonder how that newer girl is doing. This ship is too large to find her on my own. I hope sheís okay."

Byrem turned to see what he could find out about the ship and their destination. The four of them explored the computer readouts until they were tired.

Byrem yawned from sleepiness. "Hey, there are personnel rooms in this ship and there is enough for one a piece. Iím going to claim mine. Call me on the intercoms if anything happens."

The other three were also exhausted. Jake stood up. "I think that Iíll follow you to that part of the ship to claim my own room."

Paran and Tran both decided that they would do the same.

The next morning Byrem woke up in his own room. He slept pretty well. "Where am I. OhÖ I remember now." He sat up and looked around. His room had a main lounge which had a small entry hall. His bed was on the raised balcony on the other side of the lounge. His personal shower and rest room were accessible from his bedroom. In the lounge there was a strange machine that looked like an exercise machine. It had a strange visor that was attached to it.

Byrem stood up and stretched. He walked over to the closet to see if there was anything in it. To his surprise, he found a selection of jump suits and light jackets. Below those was two pair of boots. "I seriously doubt that these will fit me. They look too big." He grabbed his stomach. "Oh man, I wonder if there is anything to eat around here. Iím starving. I didnít eat anything yesterday either. Weird, I wasnít even hungry. Letís see if we can find something to eat around here. Ya right! What could be edible in a 600 year old space ship?" He closed the closet and went into the lounge so that he could explore the room.

In the lounge, he saw a table fold down automatically. Next to it was a kind of faucet that was in the wall. Curious, he went over to the table and noticed a cup sitting back next to the faucet. Above the faucet he notice the word ĎNourishmentí. He grabbed the glass cup and looked to see if it was clean. It was.

"Well, I may as well try it. Weirder things have happened in this place." As soon as he placed the cup under the faucet a light blue liquid poured out and filled the cup.

"Am I supposed to drink THIS?" He drew it up to his nose and smelled it. "Doesnít smell bad. What the heck!" Taking a sip, he tasted the fluid. He noticed that it didnít taste bad at all. He finished the whole glass and set the glass back on the shelf where he got it. A glass tube came down and surrounded the cup and a blast of steam cleaned it. "Interesting. Iím not even hungry anymore. Iím gaining a little bit more faith in those voices and in this mission."
He grabbed his shirt from the couch in the lounge and put it on. "I wonder if anyone is back on the bridge. Weíll see." He left his room and headed towards the bridge.

When he arrived, Tran and Jake were already in the bridge. Tran was still helping Jake understand the computers. Byrem asked if anything had changed. Nothing had. He sat down and started to investigate more using the computer. Only a few moments after, he felt something funny. It was like falling for a short second.

"Did you feel that?" Jake had noticed it too.

"Yeah. The computer is also telling me that the trans-system engines have been disengagedÖ Now the inter-system engines are engaging. What the..?" Byrem was puzzled.

"That means that we are almost to our destination." Tran looked at his console also.

"Really?" Jake asked.

"This whole thing just gets more and more interesting." Byrem tried to find the exact destination on his computer.

 

To be continued...