Galaxy of Terror Page #2

option but to investigate.

(AIR WHOOSHING)

I don't sense life.

I feel absolutely

nothing at all.

I've never felt anything

so empty, so dead.

(BEEPS RHYTHMICALLY)

I'm not getting

any surface movement,

but I'm getting a neg density

reading in the center well up.

BAELON:

What do you say, Commander?

Uh...

Yeah, I suppose.

Well?

All right, Baelon.

You take Alluma, Quuhod.

Dameia and Cabren,

come with me.

We'll check the perimeter

before joining you.

Let's get out of here.

- Be careful.

- You be careful.

Commander?

Shall we go, sir?

Of course.

I wonder why the Master put me

in command of this mission.

I'm getting old.

I'm tired. I'm tired of giving

orders. And I much prefer home.

You're not old, Commander.

Not when I'm looking at you,

I'm not.

- (COMMANDER YELLS)

- Commander!

Commander.

What's the matter, Commander?

What's the matter?

I'm sorry.

I must have lost my grip.

Doubt is brother

demon to despair.

The demons tail, doubt withers

those who dare not dare.

Commander?

Shouldn't we be moving on?

I... I don't know.

Maybe it's just my nerves.

Commander,

you don't need to do that.

If there is something down

there we all should go down.

Commander, why take the chance

when we could?

I give the orders

here, Cabren.

I'm a tri-crom rated climber,

why not let me?

You and Dameia cover me.

Nothing so far. I'm going

down another four lat.

Cabren, the line!

Your piton slipped, Commander,

we've got you now.

DAMEIA:

How much more? Commander!

Three lats.

Anything down there yet?

Not yet.

(SCREAMS)

(SHUDDERING)

(GRUNTS)

Pull!

Ahhh!

Belay me.

Okay.

RANGER:
Quest calling Commander

Ilvar. Scan please. Quest...

Ranger, why don't you get your

butt down here and eat, boy.

They're too busy being heroes

out there to talk to us.

Fame is the food

that dead men eat.

- That's very good, Captain.

- Yes.

You know what they say, Cook?

The master sends meat,

but the devil sends cooks.

Did the Master send you to

keep an eye on this mission?

Joining the crew,

are we, Kore?

I tried calling you, Captain,

but you had your key off.

- I know.

- Okay.

Sit down and eat, boy.

This cook is almost

as good as a machine.

(SIGHS)

So, there we were,

wide open when they hit us.

So I gotta move fast.

Take her down to 3015

and scoot her through.

Is this Hesperus? -No, it's

not Hesperus. Hesperus was...

They're out there.

This time I'm ready.

- What was that? How?

- One of the others.

Who knows. It looked like

his face had been torn off.

Baelon, we're trying to figure this

out. You can't just fry off evidence.

- Quuhod, out the way, out of the way!

- Will the crystals hold?

- Wait, the others are coming!

- Cabren, there! Dameia, over there!

We lost the Commander.

He was no fighter. He had no business

being here in the first place.

There was nothing around.

Nothing at all!

Except these damn worm holes.

I hate worms!

Quuhod!

- Anything?

- I'm not sure.

Quuhod.

Guard the entrance!

I live and I die

by the crystals.

Use it!

We'll take that one. I want you each

to follow me at 10-second intervals.

- You a little tight?

- I hate it.

I must have gotten stuck

coming out of the womb.

I'd rather dance on top of this damned

thing than have to squeeze through it.

- Let's get out of here!

- Wait. Wait a minute.

It's like when Cos... -I

said, let's get out of here.

- Enough, Baelon.

- Enough?

What do you know of enough?

When have you ever had enough?

Just follow me.

Okay. We're with you.

Can you get a fix on it?

- Place anything?

- No, but it's not far away.

- Quuhod?

- I said follow me!

Why don't I go and

check on Quuhod?

- When you get there, stay together.

- Mmm-hmm.

With pleasure. I'll do anything

to get out of this place.

Sometimes I wish I was like

Baelon, see 'em and shoot 'em.

(GRUNTS)

You!

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(CHUCKLES)

Ahhh!

(SHUDDERS)

(SCREAMS)

(SOBS)

(GASPS)

(SCREAMS)

(SIGHS)

Kore. Listen,

have you seen the Captain?

What's that?

A book.

- A real book?

- Here. Yeah.

Uh... No, no, that's okay.

Oh, yeah.

Have you seen the captain?

Funny. She doesn't answer on the comm

either. I can't find her anywhere.

- This place rattles me.

- Don't let it.

- Huh?

- I said don't let it.

Come on.

We'll locate the good Captain.

Quuhod?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Ahhh!

(GASPING)

- Same room.

- Cabren.

Now, don't start up

with that again.

This is Dameia calling the Quest.

Dameia calling the Quest.

Come in, please.

Captain Trantor.

Are you there?

Dameia, calling the Quest!

Please be there.

(GROWLS)

Kore? Ranger?

Dameia, calling the Quest.

Ranger?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS)

Ah!

(SCREAMS)

(WAILING)

(GASPING)

Hey, wait a minute here.

All the overrides are...

(CANON FIRING)

That's one of the

retro-cannons.

Retros? You can't fire

those cannons planet side.

It's a space-only weapon.

They'll destroy us.

(BEEPS)

Our good Captain has us

on emergency manual.

It's a last-ditch fail-safe.

Listen, Kore,

maybe we could...

Kore?

Kore?

Come on,

you Hesperian bastards. Fry!

Fry!

Trantor! Stop!

Stop!

Flight Officer Second Class Trantor,

Second Hesperus Expeditionary Force.

Best Holo-shuttle

player of the fleet.

- How do you know that?

- I am Eremun.

Weapons System Coordinator on

the Romulus. Do you remember?

Cook. (CHUCKLES)

A spy!

- You spy for them, Cook.

- You were just a kid.

But you were the hero

that day, Trantor.

You were magnificent.

You saved my life.

You lie.

I was the only one,

the only... (SOBS)

What? Where is it?

Where is it?

The screen does not lie,

Trantor. Listen to me.

There is no attack.

Listen to me, Trantor.

There is no attack.

There is no attack.

Trust me.

Oh. (SIGHS)

No.

No.

You see. You see,

the screen does not lie.

Kore! You okay? Somebody hit

me outside of main control.

I haven't seen anyone.

(BEEPS)

Where's the Captain?

(TRANTOR SCREAMING)

(ALARM BEEPING RAPIDLY)

The airlock.

- (MOANS)

- (SCREAMS)

Vapor locks are sealed.

Security scans all clear.

So, maybe we're safe.

I don't know.

They're like snipers.

Picking us off, one by one.

The way they're appearing

and disappearing,

they could be

moving through dimensions.

But there's no sign

of dimensional distort.

Well, it's obvious there are

no survivors from the Remus.

Let's fix the

ship and go home.

You forget the field

that pulled us down here.

What makes you think

we can lift out of it?

I won't go back

into that thing.

I don't run out on fights.

We've got to find

the source of the field.

Baelon, will you quit?

You are driving me crazy.

When you do go back,

I'd like to join you.

(SIGHS)

It's no place for a cook.

Can you handle a weapon, Kore?

I can take care of myself.

Cabren.

Baelon?

You're a fool, Cabren.

I'll be damned

if I'm staying here alone.

(AIR WHOOSHING)

There is something.

Like whispers, nothing formed.

(SOFTLY) Where's Kore?

Ranger, why are you

so concerned with Kore?

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