Scuttle Buttin'
Demons at bay
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It was all very routine, until it very suddenly wasn't.
The trip from Luna to Earth was supposed to last two weeks; if they were quick, they may even have a couple of days off after their deliveries were made. Time down the well, with a real sky and full gravity, was a rarity none of them planned to lose the opportunity to enjoy, and it was decided among them before they left Luna that come hell or high water they were getting their time off.
Such naivety; how can one know what hell is when they've not yet experienced it?
The crew that left Luna consisted of 12: 9 employees of Bulan Lunarworks, and three pilots with Pope-Sanchez Shipping, the company contracted to handle the transport and delivery logistics. Once they landed in Toronto the Bulan employees would depart in groups of three to make their deliveries and enjoy their time off as best they could.
What were they delivering? Not even they knew. Bulan Lunarworks was not in the habit of sharing their operations with people that didn't need to know, and the group of people that rattled and jostled their way down to Earth did not need to know. The lower gravity of Luna seemed to be necessary for the manufacture of whatever it was they were riding with, but they were all left to speculate as to what it may be that was code-locked in the large cargo crates they'd placed in the hold below them.
For his part, Emil Ariake was curious but wouldn't allow himself to become preoccupied with it. It seemed like a good way to lose himself a job that paid well and gave him the occasional trip back down the well, and he had no intention of letting his curiosity cost him that. Some day he may find out, the right offhand comment from someone as they made a delivery, but for not he was content to keep his head down, do his job, and wonder to himself.
The trip was, like every other trip he'd made for Bulan Lunarworks, uneventful and routine as they touched down in Toronto and the crew set about loading their cargo into the wheeled transports bearing the Pope-Sanchez Shipping logo that they would use for the final leg of their journey. Once everything was loaded and secured, he joined Juston and Vele in the cabin and settled in for the ride.
There was one other bit of curiosity that pricked at Emil's mind, something else locked away that he couldn't see the truth of, though this was a far less tangible thing: was there something between Juston and Vele? Had he not held a bit of a candle for her himself he may not have even picked up on it, but there seemed to be the occasional glance between them, a familiar look that held on too long, and he felt his stomach roll a little every time he saw it. Maybe something had been going on for ages and he'd never actually had a chance with her; maybe it was new, and he'd squandered what opportunity may have once been there. Unlike the goings on of Bulan Lunarworks, this didn't feel like a mystery he could be content leaving unsolved, and the time they would spend make their way to the delivery point in northern New York would hopefully give him the answer he sought. It might mean alcohol played more of a role in his free time than initially planned, too.
The trio had hours to go until their first of two deliveries, the transport bumping it's way across increasingly rural terrain. It was not built for comfort, a cost deemed unworthy when the suffering was not by those who controlled the purse strings, and so they jostled along together, working their way through renewed Canadian wilderness. Emil, for his part, was content to occupy his time with busy work and listen to the bits of conversation that flowed between the pair seated in front of him, searching for hints of the thing some part of him already knew to be true.
With still an hour to go, exhaustion was sweeping through Emil's body with a vengeance and he could find no compelling reason not to give in to it. "Wake me when we get there," he said to neither of them in particular, and swiped clear the screen of his hand terminal. A final glance of his dark, almond-shaped eyes was cast at the pair in front of him, first Vele and then to Juston, and then he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his head against the small window next to him, closing his eyes.
It was not the most comfortable nap he'd ever had. He was not terribly tall, 5'8" on a good day, but the back seat of the three-person cabin was still cramped. Still, he managed to drift off until a sharp rattle under him woke him a short time later.
"The fuck was that," he heard Juston say in front of him, and he opened his eyes to find the man leaning closer to the terminal in front of him, searching for the cause of the sudden jolt. Rubbing the heels of his hands in his eyes to wipe the sleep from them, he turned eyes to the window next to him, leaning his face close. It was difficult to see through the reflection of his own face looking back at him, the lightly tanned skin of his mixed heritage rendered odd and translucent by the glass of the window. There did seem to be some distant light, but it was hard to make out exactly what it was through the trees as they slid silently past outside.
Juston's voice grabbed his attention once more.
"Everything reads fine, it must have-"
He opened his eyes, and regretted it instantly. The pain in his head was intense, washing over him in waves, threatening to make him vomit. He was looking up at the stars, but they looked strange, patchwork, as if some of them had been extinguished. He realized dimly, distantly that they were wrong, too. Wrong stars, wrong place. This was not the right view from Luna, and it didn't make sense.
Somewhere off to his left, a bird chirped feebly.
Through the pain, knowledge filtered back to him. He wasn't on Luna, he'd come down the well. He was on Earth, staring up at the night sky, and he couldn't remember why. Carefully, slowly, he rolled onto his side, and gradually worked his way to his hands and knees, and then he regretted that more than he did opening his eyes.
Vele was with him. Some part of him reminded him of this fact, reminded him that his eyes had swept across the back of her head just before everything went black and he woke up here.
"Vele?" he croaked out feebly, swaying on his hands and knees as a wave of nausea washed through him. Squeezing his eyes shut, he took in a breath and let it out slowly, then another.
"Vele?" he tried again, his voice a little stronger this time.
Another breath, despite how it hurt to breathe.
Carefully, he tried to climb to his feet.
The trip from Luna to Earth was supposed to last two weeks; if they were quick, they may even have a couple of days off after their deliveries were made. Time down the well, with a real sky and full gravity, was a rarity none of them planned to lose the opportunity to enjoy, and it was decided among them before they left Luna that come hell or high water they were getting their time off.
Such naivety; how can one know what hell is when they've not yet experienced it?
The crew that left Luna consisted of 12: 9 employees of Bulan Lunarworks, and three pilots with Pope-Sanchez Shipping, the company contracted to handle the transport and delivery logistics. Once they landed in Toronto the Bulan employees would depart in groups of three to make their deliveries and enjoy their time off as best they could.
What were they delivering? Not even they knew. Bulan Lunarworks was not in the habit of sharing their operations with people that didn't need to know, and the group of people that rattled and jostled their way down to Earth did not need to know. The lower gravity of Luna seemed to be necessary for the manufacture of whatever it was they were riding with, but they were all left to speculate as to what it may be that was code-locked in the large cargo crates they'd placed in the hold below them.
For his part, Emil Ariake was curious but wouldn't allow himself to become preoccupied with it. It seemed like a good way to lose himself a job that paid well and gave him the occasional trip back down the well, and he had no intention of letting his curiosity cost him that. Some day he may find out, the right offhand comment from someone as they made a delivery, but for not he was content to keep his head down, do his job, and wonder to himself.
The trip was, like every other trip he'd made for Bulan Lunarworks, uneventful and routine as they touched down in Toronto and the crew set about loading their cargo into the wheeled transports bearing the Pope-Sanchez Shipping logo that they would use for the final leg of their journey. Once everything was loaded and secured, he joined Juston and Vele in the cabin and settled in for the ride.
There was one other bit of curiosity that pricked at Emil's mind, something else locked away that he couldn't see the truth of, though this was a far less tangible thing: was there something between Juston and Vele? Had he not held a bit of a candle for her himself he may not have even picked up on it, but there seemed to be the occasional glance between them, a familiar look that held on too long, and he felt his stomach roll a little every time he saw it. Maybe something had been going on for ages and he'd never actually had a chance with her; maybe it was new, and he'd squandered what opportunity may have once been there. Unlike the goings on of Bulan Lunarworks, this didn't feel like a mystery he could be content leaving unsolved, and the time they would spend make their way to the delivery point in northern New York would hopefully give him the answer he sought. It might mean alcohol played more of a role in his free time than initially planned, too.
The trio had hours to go until their first of two deliveries, the transport bumping it's way across increasingly rural terrain. It was not built for comfort, a cost deemed unworthy when the suffering was not by those who controlled the purse strings, and so they jostled along together, working their way through renewed Canadian wilderness. Emil, for his part, was content to occupy his time with busy work and listen to the bits of conversation that flowed between the pair seated in front of him, searching for hints of the thing some part of him already knew to be true.
With still an hour to go, exhaustion was sweeping through Emil's body with a vengeance and he could find no compelling reason not to give in to it. "Wake me when we get there," he said to neither of them in particular, and swiped clear the screen of his hand terminal. A final glance of his dark, almond-shaped eyes was cast at the pair in front of him, first Vele and then to Juston, and then he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his head against the small window next to him, closing his eyes.
It was not the most comfortable nap he'd ever had. He was not terribly tall, 5'8" on a good day, but the back seat of the three-person cabin was still cramped. Still, he managed to drift off until a sharp rattle under him woke him a short time later.
"The fuck was that," he heard Juston say in front of him, and he opened his eyes to find the man leaning closer to the terminal in front of him, searching for the cause of the sudden jolt. Rubbing the heels of his hands in his eyes to wipe the sleep from them, he turned eyes to the window next to him, leaning his face close. It was difficult to see through the reflection of his own face looking back at him, the lightly tanned skin of his mixed heritage rendered odd and translucent by the glass of the window. There did seem to be some distant light, but it was hard to make out exactly what it was through the trees as they slid silently past outside.
Juston's voice grabbed his attention once more.
"Everything reads fine, it must have-"
He opened his eyes, and regretted it instantly. The pain in his head was intense, washing over him in waves, threatening to make him vomit. He was looking up at the stars, but they looked strange, patchwork, as if some of them had been extinguished. He realized dimly, distantly that they were wrong, too. Wrong stars, wrong place. This was not the right view from Luna, and it didn't make sense.
Somewhere off to his left, a bird chirped feebly.
Through the pain, knowledge filtered back to him. He wasn't on Luna, he'd come down the well. He was on Earth, staring up at the night sky, and he couldn't remember why. Carefully, slowly, he rolled onto his side, and gradually worked his way to his hands and knees, and then he regretted that more than he did opening his eyes.
Vele was with him. Some part of him reminded him of this fact, reminded him that his eyes had swept across the back of her head just before everything went black and he woke up here.
"Vele?" he croaked out feebly, swaying on his hands and knees as a wave of nausea washed through him. Squeezing his eyes shut, he took in a breath and let it out slowly, then another.
"Vele?" he tried again, his voice a little stronger this time.
Another breath, despite how it hurt to breathe.
Carefully, he tried to climb to his feet.