A Planet For Emily
Chapter One

The Zards professed peace but attacked and defeated Earth’s navy at the star system known as Crossroads and claimed the human planet as their own. Those humans not enslaved were forced into a secondary site known as Earth Station, or into mining stations along the galactic arm originally built to house just a few miners.

CHAPTER ONE

A blast of chilled air startled Suzanne out of the doze she had fallen into during her long wait, huddled in one corner of the bar on Lucifer III. A tall, broad-shouldered man in an old naval engineering officer’s great coat stripped of any insignias, opened the bar hatch – they were hatches not doors, as Suzanne had discovered – letting in the frigid air. He stood before the bar, hands deep in the pockets of his coat, evidently in a foul mood.

“It’s freezing outside Matt,” he snapped to the bar tender. “Can’t they keep the dome heated?”

“Saving energy, Rods,” said Matt, and Suzanne knew that the bad-tempered stranger was the person she had travelled three weeks to see. “We need another generating unit on our grid, we need everything.”

Rods grunted, said “beer” and slumped into a stool at the opposite end of the tiny bar from Suzanne, not even looking at her although, except for Matt and an older man nursing a drink along the back wall, she was the only other person in the establishment. Both Matt and the man at the back watched with interest as Suzanne levered herself off her stool and approached the trader.

“Excuse me Rods, is it?” she said as Matt, a beefy, balding man who had previously declared himself to be a friend of Rods, slammed a glass in front of the trader and squirted some beer into with a bar gun.

“Uh,” said Rods without turning around.

“My sister was on the Dawn Treader.”

Rods finally looked around. Suzanne saw steady, grey eyes set in an unshaven face of regular features marred by a long scar that ran from beside the right eye down his cheek. For his part, Rods saw a girl with green eyes, a slim build, fine features, and short brown hair, but in his recent, bitter experience, good looking girls in bars meant trouble, and he was in no mood for trouble.

“Sorry for your loss,” he said and turned back to his beer.

“You were in charge of the search for the Dawn?”

“'In charge of’ sounds official,” said the trader without looking around. “I coordinated the search with two others and the heads of settlements. No luck, and it’s been six months. As I said, sorry for your loss. Now, pardon me, but I’ve some serious brooding to do.”

During her long wait, Suzanne had been encouraged by Matt and Matt’s wife Emma who had stood in at the bar for a time, to approach Rods and to plow on regardless of her initial reception. He was, she had been told, a difficult study, but fine once you got past the gruffness.

“I sent you this.” Suzanne opened the screen of her digital assistant and laid it on the bar beside the trader, who glanced sideways at it.

“You were the one who sent those notes?”

“In here is where the Dawn Treader went.”

Matt leaned forward for a better look; the older man who had been there when Rods arrived abandoned his pretense of not listening to the conversation to sidle up to the bar and peer at the screen.

They read:

‘Replicant quoting Blake plus Tiger – 281334141622131411511621’.

“I see you’ve attracted an audience,” said Rods, finally turning on his stool. “Those cryptic notes don’t add up to star catalogue numbers. We tried a cryptographic analysis on those numbers and came up with nothing, Ma’am…”

“Suzanne.”

“Suzanne. This must’ve cost you a tidy sum to send over the squeezed light link, but it makes as much sense here as in Earth Station. You’ve come from Earth Station, right?”

Suzanne nodded.

“So, you came up three weeks by freighter just to point out these notes again?

“Eve, my sister, said everyone had been sworn to secrecy, but the captain had told her more than the others and I wasn’t to write it down or tell anyone. She said they knew where El Dorado was.”

Matt and the older man looked startled; Rods looked bored.

“El Dorado, really?” he said.

“Yes, the legendary city of gold.”

“I know what El Dorado was supposed to mean way back on Earth,” snapped Rods, “but it has a local meaning – a planet where you can walk on the surface.”

“And Eve said her group knew where it was.”

“How did her group find it and why did they tell her? While we’re on the subject, where is it?”

“The people who got her to come said they’d found the site in old records. Both humans and Zards had been there but no Zards now as it’s too far out and they have Earth now…”

“Yes, they have earth,” interjected Matt, and we’ve got nothing.”

“…They needed someone with medical training, and they had trouble because they wanted to keep it secret. They told Eve to get her and her partner to come along on condition that she didn’t tell anyone else, but she left this.”

“Clues her own sister doesn’t understand,” said Rods.

“I thought it must mean something,” Suzanne said, faltering. Suzanne had come a long way convinced that she held the key to her sister’s disappearance, if only she could get those looking for Eve’s group to pay attention. She had thought there would be some form of government and the search would be in the hands of officials. Instead, she had found a lone trader who had given up.

“I looked at these clues every which way I could think of,” said Rods. “I found the replicant poem thing.”

“Replicant poem thing?” Suzanne had been baffled by that reference.

“Sure, in a film a made a very long time ago a sort-of bio soldier called a replicant who’s turned killer walks into an eye shop, where this guy makes eyes for these replicants and quotes Blake.”

“Who’s Blake?” asked Matt.

“Late 18th century English poet,” said Rods, before Suzanne could speak. “Here – these are the lines.” He fiddled with his own digital assistant and showed the screen to Suzanne.

She read:

Fiery the Angels rose, & as they rose deep thunder roll’d

Around their shores indignant burning with the fires of Orc

And Bostons Angel cried aloud as they flew thro’ the dark night.

“It’s from ‘America A Prophecy’, – load of total drivel as far as I’m concerned,” said Rods, “but I’m an engineer so what do I know? I preferred Blake’s poem ‘The Tiger’ better.

“Is it a famous poem?” asked the older man.

“Everyone knows the first line, Geoff” said Rods, “and that’s all I can remember ‘Tiger, tiger burning bright’”.

“In the forests of the night,” continued Suzanne,

“What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?”

They all looked at her.

“I teach English,” she said lamely.

“Right, now the English lesson is over,” said Rods, “we need a seven-digit catalog number or local name, otherwise the lost expedition is going to stay lost. Last they were heard of they were heading towards Bell’s Curve.”

“Bell’s Curve has planets,” said Matt.

“A planet,” said Rods, “and it’s a gas giant; no good at all for human settlement. The captain, Rob, said he was heading towards that system but wouldn’t say anything else. Probably misdirection now that I think of it.”

“You met them?”

“Some of ’em came here for a drink, when I was here.”

“Right in this bar,” commented Matt.

“Sorry I don’t remember your sister,” said Rods, “it was only a few of them and there were more than 50, right?”

“Fifty-three.”

“They had food for three months and it’s been more than six, not to mention problems with water and oxygen giving out. Recycling systems can need serious love to keep going.”

“But if they did find this El Dorado,” said Suzanne uncertainly, “and there was some life, then they could have foraged, they could have survived longer...”

“Oh sure, anything’s possible I suppose,” said Rods. “I could become a big-time trader, defeat the Zards single handed and win the girl of my dreams. That’s also possible. Wherever these guys are they don’t have comms up as we’ve scanned the likely systems around Bell’s Curve, and we don’t have the equipment to check for stuff like small domes that might be inhabited. There’s certainly no planet with an atmosphere.”

Suzanne had no reply. She had counted on meeting Rods and was now left with nothing. She found herself blinking back tears.

Rods pushed his beer away in irritation and stood up.

“So much for brooding. No one wants to find El Dorado more than me, but we’re at a dead end. Sorry about your sister.” He turned to go.

“Rods, wait,” said Matt. “Suzanne here’s got nowhere to go – she’s been sitting at my bar for 12 hours with just some of my snacks. Why not hire her as your cruise director?” Matt and Emma, who had taken a shine to Suzanne during her long wait, had both said that they would ask Rods to do this, or at least ask him to take her on board, as one way out of the bar.

“You’re joking, right? I am not in the mood for a new cruise director, and Suzanne here teaches English – no offence.”

“None taken,” said Suzanne, blessing Matt.

“When have qualifications been important for your cruise director?” said Matt. “You get your cruise directors from Stacey’s, mostly, an’ then they try to jack the ship.”

“Must you remind me,” growled Rods.

“Hey, Suzanne here is a sensible girl,” said Matt.

“Very sensible.” Suzanne thought she should say something at this job interview.

“She’s in a different league from your other cruise directors and, you know, she’ll add class to your operations.”

“Now I need a marketing presence? I’m turning customers away.”

“Not exactly that,” said Matt, “but your other cruise directors didn’t really reflect well on the ship; use to get up to all sorts of stuff, you know. People look up to you, but you need someone who’s not crazy or dealing on the side to front for you.”

“Dealing on the side? I don’t think I want to know about this.”

“Hey, I’m just saying. Suzanne here is respectable; English teacher, out here because her sister was in the Dawn Treader, mum’s a school principal, dad in navy.”

Rods turned to Suzanne.

“Your dad was in the navy?”

She nodded. “And you must’ve been a naval engineer.”

“How do you know that?” There was sharp edge of suspicion in Rods voice.

“You’re wearing an engineer’s coat without the insignias.”

Rod looked down. “Hmm. What’s your last name?”

“Clark. Dad made captain just before Crossroads.”

“You lost him at Crossroads?”

“And some of my friends.”

The Earth’s navy, painfully rebuilt following an earlier defeat, had been wiped out at the Crossroads system after agreeing to a cease fire. The crews of the few ships that surrendered were executed by the Zards.

“Sorry about your dad, too.”

“We weren’t the only ones affected.”

“Take Suzanne,” said Matt. “She’s lost her dad, let her look for her sister and deal with the passengers. She won’t play them.”

Rods looked at Matt and then at Suzanne, who tried to look sensible.

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“I recognized an engineer’s coat when I saw one, didn’t I, and I just spent three weeks in a star ship.”

“And she’s been nowhere near Stacey’s,” said Matt.

Rods glared at Matt then at Suzanne. “I’m in no mood for this.” He muttered to himself. “Voluntary basis,” he said to Suzanne. “You can tag along but the work of the ship comes first, before looking for your sister.”

“Okay,” said Suzanne meekly.

“That your stuff?” he said, pointing to Suzanne’s bag on the floor. “Give it to Igor outside.”

He turned to go, but Matt grabbed his arm and whispered to him.

“What?” said Rods, then “How much? Oh, take it off the amount you owe.”

He stalked out of the bar, letting in another blast of chill air.

Suzanne picked up her bag.

“Thanks for all that,” she said to Matt. “I can’t thank you enough, and Emma. I hope to see you both again, soon.”

“You will. The Maxwell, that’s Rods’ ship, comes here often.”

There was another, delicate question. “About the bar tab…”

“Never mind about that now, just go.”

“Oh, okay, but just one question, what is Stacey’s?”

“Um, well, it’s an establishment for men. Those two girls you spoke to who were in here. They didn’t say they were from Stacey’s?”

“Oh,” said Suzanne, then “OH!” as the full implications struck her.

“You’ll be fine,” said Matt, “just go quickly, Rods can be impatient. We’ll talk later.”

Bag in hand, Suzanne dashed out of the bar.

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