Lt. Roger Pushkin couldn't believe his luck. When they picked the ship
up on their scopes last night, it was still too far off to be able to
identify it with any certainty. This morning, however, they were able to
make out a very weak distress signal, as well as signs of life. By 1400
hours they were able to clarify the signal into two separate transmissions.
The first was the basic S.O.S. code, automatically set in motion by the
onboard computer when life support fails in some way. The second was a
stronger signal, being beamed out repeatedly on all frequencies available to
the ancient ship, saying only some outdated code that no one on base could
make anything of.
Now he stood in the phantom ship, peering down at the beautiful, sleeping
woman, stretched out comfortably in her deepsleep chamber. As he glanced
over her nearly naked body, noting the bruises, the cuts, the tense, troubled
look her sleeping face held, his maternal instincts took over. This was
everything he joined the Deep Rescue Squad for, to play knight in shining
armor the only way still available.
"Nothing's going to hurt you again, lady. I'll see to that."
Twenty-six hours later, Laura opened her eyes, for the first time in a
century, and saw a man looking into them deeply.
"Where am I?" she mumbled.
"Earth," the man answered, smiling.
"That's not possible…that can't be…please God!"
"Now calm down, miss," the man said, "everything's ok. I'm Lieutenant
Ryan Pushkin. I found you floating in an extremely old, and damaged ship.
You're going to be well taken care of. The doctors say you're going to be
fine. In fact, they say they've never seen a stronger immune system. You
were banged up pretty bad, but I'm not going to leave you and you're going to
make it. Just try to stay calm."
"I don't understand…didn't they get the code? I smashed the homing
beacon, I set the radio to broadcast Code 13 and I set the life support to
kill me in my sleep! I should have drifted into the sun! Who are you? You
need to quarantine this area! Get away from me!"
"Miss, please stay calm. Thankfully, the life support system wouldn't
have allowed you to injure yourself; it just shuts down the guidance system
and engines in order to extend your deepsleep. I'm afraid I can't help you
with that code, however. No one knows what it meant; your ship is over a
hundred years old! Now, I know you were hurt…" Lt. Pushkin began.
"Hurt? You know I was hurt? Do you understand what they did to my crew?
You have no idea what it means to be hurt! When I put up a fight they
decided to punish us! They boosted my immune system artificially; they put
something in me! You need to burn this area and quarantine us! Do you
understand me? Code 13 was the signal for Plague Ship!"
"The doctors did a complete scan of you, you have no contagion, ma'am.
You're going to be fine, if you'll just stay calm."
"No contagion? Are you positive?"
"You're strong as an ox, Miss…"
"Laura. Laura Simmons."
"Well, Miss Laura Simmons, I'm not going to leave you."
As he walked forward to take her hand, she glanced at it and her eyes
opened wide. She began to scream. When Lt. Pushkin glanced down he noticed
a bruise developing on his wrist. It began to burn. The bruise continued to
spread, cracking open in the center to release a small puff of pink gas into
the air. The gas swirled around his arm and seemed to absorb into his skin.
Pushkin began to scream himself, at this point, but no doctors came running
from the other room. No one came at all. By now his fingers were stripped
to the second knuckle, leaving white tips of bone sticking out of the
shrinking flesh. There wasn't even any blood on the ground.
Laura stopped screaming, and wiped her face. She rose, rather
unsteadily, and walked to the window, leaving Lt. Pushkin writhing on the
floor. Looking out over the cityscape she saw a gruesome collection of white
sticks, like someone had shaken a box of toothpicks over the city. Looking
farther off, she could see the gas, like a pink tidal wave, spreading out in
a circle, like ripples in a pond. She opened the window, with some
difficulty, and began to climb out on the ledge.
Within three hours, the major cities were silent. Within twenty-four
hours the planet's surface was wiped clean. Those who were lucky enough to
get to ships said that by the end it was so thick and moving so fast, it
could strip you to bone before you hit the floor. They managed to take some
rather startling photographs.
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