Periods of wakefulness from Visely had been
becoming more frequent for days but this was by far the longest gap in his
comatose state so far. He'd even been able to hold steady conversation over the
last hour since he'd coughed and spluttered himself awake. His colour was
slightly less improved than Margo would have liked - he was still a sort of
pale teal - but she put it down to the strain of talking, which was so
encouraging that she daren't tell him to rest.
"How's
the captain?" Visely asked after a short lull in the conversation.
Margo
frowned and readjusted his pillow while she considered how to answer. Was Chip's
sullenness so obvious that even the bedbound could see it?
"He
came in to check on sickbay earlier today," Visely explained, "His
knuckles were almost literally dragging on the floor."
At
least he was on his feet, out of his bunk, Margo thought.
"He's
had a hard week," she said.
"Yes,"
Visely murmured. His prongued snake-tongue dragged the 's' out into a sighing
hiss that was probably far more sinister than he'd intended. He'd told her once
about the first time he'd ever spoken to a human. The human had stared at him,
straight into his eyes, then the human's eyes had rolled up into his head and
he'd toppled over backwards onto the concrete zoo path. He'd been okay, Visely
had assured her, but the old snake hadn't been able keep a chuckle out of his voice
as he remembered the image.
"So
now that our temperatures are roughly back to normal," Visely said,
shifting to settle down onto the fluffed up pillow, "Where are we
headed?"
"I'm
not sure," Margo admitted, "Nothing's come through from Earth. I mean,
very little ever does, but recently they’ve been particularly quiet."
She
refrained from adding what troublesome little document had come through, though
Visely's wan smile was tempting her to unload her troubles on him. She was very
close to doing so, in fact, when her comms hub beeped.
Yo, Margo, come in! Officer McCaw, the toucan, squawked.
Hey, Gerry. Margo couldn't help herself from grinning at the
sound of his voice. Trust McCaw to cheer you up when everything was just piling
up.
Guess what we've got! said McCaw.
What? asked
Margo. She took a few steps from Visely, who obligingly shut his eyes and
drifted back off to sleep. She didn't try to stop him; after an hour, he
deserved it.
Orders!
Margo
could hear the grin in his voice over the hub. If she'd had hands like Chip,
she'd have rubbed them together. Finally, something to distract themselves
with! Not everyone had seriously ill snakes to take care of. Most of the crew
had been sitting around twiddling its thumbs, and less opposable digits, for the
week since the climate scare.
Where're we headed then? she asked.
Ever heard of a planet called Aeralis?
She
frowned for a moment then replied, Nope.
What's it like?
Well, my groundbound friend, prepare to
feel woefully inadequate!
What are you on about, Gerry? Margo
shook her head and went back over to Visely to check his vitals. If he was only
faking sleep, it didn't really matter. He'd hear these orders soon enough.
Oh, you'll see. McCaw chuckled. You'll all see! And maybe I'll get to be under some decently high
ceilings for a change!
Huh? Margo
muttered. She craned her head in an attempt to look at the comms hub that was
hooked under her chin. No reply came, though. McCaw had tapped out. She shrugged.
As he said, she would see. Until then, she had plenty more patients to attend
to. She murmured a goodbye to Visely in case he actually was still awake, then
drifted off around the rest of the ward. No matter what technology came up
with, and no matter what chaos they were surrounded by, crew members always
found time for the flu, stomach bugs and the occasional case of appendicitis.
About
an hour later, Margo had been fully briefed on the situation, if you could call
McCaw's rambling smugness a briefing. He kept flapping about - literally - and
giggling with glee. In all of his mutterings, however, it became clear that the
problem affecting this planet was a drastic fluctuation in its gravitational
field.
What
made this issue all the more deadly, however, was that every living being on
the planet, including even certain species of plants, had the innate ability to
fly. They didn't even need wings. The high ceilings McCaw had cackled about
over the hub had been those of literally every building on the planet, which
had to accommodate their inhabitants floating and gliding all over the place.
"And
Earth want us to do what exactly?" Treego Dart raised an eye-ridge at
McCaw. "Shouldn't we be focussing on figuring out how the heck Lezeki
managed to … do whatever it was he did that caused that mayhem? You know,
before he manages to kill anyone else?"
All
eyes shot towards Chip, who was curled over a steel desk at the back of the
room. There were desks laid out in four rows from the front to the back of the
room, with three desks in each row, and two chairs at each desk. Margo was sat
beside Treego and hoped the sympathetic smile she was giving Chip would do
something to counteract the icy glare he was getting from him. Treego had
barely spoken to Chip for the past week or so, which was very unsettling. She’d
never seen them apart for so long before.
"They
want us to investigate the problem," Chip said, looking straight at McCaw,
who had perched on the front edge of the briefing podium. "There's been no
sign of Lezeki since he flew off in a rage after Ochon ... foiled his
plan."
There
were some grumbles at the mention of Ochon, especially from the desk directly
behind Margo, where the Bug Division's representatives were pacing anxiously
back and forth along the edge. Neither of them were spiders though, so they
probably hadn't known Ochon personally. They stayed quiet.
"And
these people are in quite immediate danger," McCaw added. "They're
flying up and around, as you do ... well, as some of us do-" he giggled
again - "But because the gravity's all off, they're going between floating
away uncontrollably to plummeting to the ground in seconds. The report I got
said most life forms are moving in short, sharp bursts of flight, kind of like
the way Officer Dart hops around the place."
"I
do not hop!" Dart glared at McCaw, then added, "I leap."
"Sure,"
said McCaw, "We'll change your codename to Leapfrog, whatever. Come on, we
have to go! Please, guys, I'm sick of banging my head all the time."
"I
thought you said nobody was able to fly properly at the moment," said
Margo. Animals were already pulling out their chairs, flying off the desks, or
scuttling down the table legs. They would do their duty. And floating off into
space did not sound like fun, even if you weren't being terrorized by an angry,
bitter wasp who may or may not have kidnapped/recruited your captain's sister.
"I
did say that," McCaw admitted, "Let's go fix it then, shall we?"
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