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  Zoo

  Phil Price

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Copyright (C) 2019 Phil Price

  Layout design and Copyright (C) 2019 by Creativia

  Published 2019 by Creativia (www.creativia.org)

  Cover art by Cover Mint

  Edited by Felicity Hall

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author's permission.

  For my Father

  Who watches down on us

  From the stars

  For small creatures such as we the vastness is only bearable through love…..

  Carl Sagan

  Prologue

  Earth

  The crisp autumn sunlight bathed the landscape in a gentle yellow hue. The summer had been long and warm, its heat melding seamlessly into the latter stages of the year. Cars traversed the small village of Belbroughton, slowly heading along the country lanes as children climbed slides and laughed as their parents pushed them on swings in the communal playground. Mums sat chatting on wooden benches, coffee cups in hands as they kept an eye on the little ones who were foraging and finding adventure in the gated play area. As the morning headed into the afternoon, a stout man unlocked the front doors of his public house, the carved pumpkins that adorned his frontage a welcoming sight for the dark nights that were to follow. A young family stopped to look at the seasonal decorations, two little boys pointing and exclaiming at the macabre sight as their parents looked on adoringly. All was calm in the cosy village, with its butcher’s shop and the scattering of pubs that lined the sleepy streets. At the far end of Belbroughton, a large field stood empty, save for a few locals that had begun work on the annual fete. Two scarecrows stood motionless at the entrance to the grassy expanse, keeping watch over the comings and goings. Their eyes gazing blankly ahead, looking for trouble. Sometimes though, trouble does not appear straight ahead. Sometimes, it comes from above. From the stars.

  One

  The ship hung in a perpetual orbit, slowly circling the gas giant beneath it. Flashes of light from planetary storms crackled across the ionosphere. Far off, a dying star lit the ship’s metallic hull, its beacon casting its stark light across the ancient solar system. Inside the vessel in a low-slung room, six figures sat. The room offered no windows. No vista or daylight to distract any of them. Dust motes floated in the air as the light gently pulsed, reflecting off the shiny alloy of the figures’ suits. They were all humanoid. All male. Their pathetic, withered bodies were ridiculously emaciated, titanium shells encasing them. The metal pinched their skin, holding them firmly in place, their limbs powered by the suits. The suits, in turn, were powered by a neural link from their engorged brains. Brains that bulged against their paper-thin skulls, dark veins crisscrossing their mottled skin. They were effectively cyborgs. Machines with a humanoid core. The lights in the confined space lit the tops of their faces, obscuring features that were flat and nondescript. The figure at the head of the table gestured with a metal hand, a metallic whirr echoing off the walls. “We don’t have much time. We know what has been finalised. This chairing is just to clarify a few points.” His mouth remained shut, their communication on another level.

  After an hour the humanoid at the head of the table spoke again. “The war is all but won. Just two systems remain where the rebels are holed-up. We will hunt them down and make martyrs of them all. Barajan, their leader, will have a very public execution. It will send a message to all.”

  “Agreed,” a collective voice said in unison.

  “Can trade recommence?” another voice said.

  “Certainly. We will send out a pulse-message to all systems. It will take time for normality to return. We must recoup the costs of this skirmish.”

  “How are preparations for the attraction?” another figure asked.

  “On course. We have identified a thousand potential systems to plunder. Terraforming is underway. Once complete we can send them out. We hope to have the attraction up and running in one moon cycle.”

  “Do we have a name?”

  “Not yet. We will put our more creative thinkers on this task. They have been busy, finding outposts for us to scout. They tell me that we’ll have a very diverse attraction that will draw visitors from far and wide. This venture will be a sure-fire way to replenish our funds. I will be in touch. Safe travels back to your stations.”

  Two

  Biflux

  Half a moon cycle later two figures looked out at their binary sunset. The larger yellow star seemed to engulf the brown dwarf in front of it. The orbs seemed stuck together, although almost half a light year of space separated them. The two figures watched the giant balls of hydrogen slowly sink beneath the horizon, the spectacle holding their attention for the countless time. They looked down at the plaza and the clutch of buildings below them. Folk were dispersing after the event. A few still milled around, hoping for more excitement. Most were heading home before the storm on the horizon engulfed them.

  “It all went off without incident. No rebel spies trying a last-minute rescue.” Ark Ramkle sat cross-legged with a large bottle of corn beer in his hand. He was young for a pilot. He had only recently sprouted growth on his chin. His red hair sprang out in tufts on top of his head. He had mischievous eyes that were constantly looking for something to do or something that could make him crack a joke or poke fun. His life had been one long adventure so far. Nothing critical had befallen him.

  “They probably knew better. That’s if there’s any left. They are probably huddled together in a cave on Svikan, shitting themselves. All their plans for domination lie in tatters in a puddle of piss.” Torben Fraken sat next to the younger man. His eyes were heavy set, framed by a mono-brow. His hair was dark and closely cropped. He had the look of a man whose woes lay heavily on his shoulders. He too held a beer in his hand. His arms were uncovered, revealing intricate ink work from cuff to shoulder. The artwork was of star systems that wound themselves around his arms. Torben would never reveal to anyone that he’d almost blacked out from the pain. That would have been a show of weakness. Torben was not weak. He was a badass pilot. A loner, with no family. He took a swig of beer, savouring the cold aftertaste. “I’ve read about the evolution of execution Ark. From the dawn of time when people were stoned, eaten, and chopped up. The
n it evolved into things like acid melt, supernova impact, black hole ingestion.” He took another swig. “All you really need is a strong arm and a sword to get the job done. Barajan is just as dead now that his head has been cut off. Forget the fancy ways. Death is death. Maybe we’ve come full circle.”

  “Maybe. Or maybe our masters are running low on funds. It must cost a great deal to fire someone into a black hole. A good sharp sword costs about fifty dunars.”

  “You may be right, my ugly friend.”

  “Ugly! Fuck you! This face gets me laid every weekend.”

  “With what. Rats from the sewers or stray dogs? No humanoid female would want a piece of that,” he pointed to the young pilot’s groin.

  “You kidding? Many a female has sampled my delights. Beautiful ones. Green ones. Furry ones. You name it. Let’s hope that someone out their in the cosmos will get to try it out too.”

  “Exactly where are you heading? Out of a thousand ships to be deployed, let’s hope we’re not at the bottom of the pecking order. I don’t want to end up on some forlorn rock rounding up some fluffy pack animals.”

  “Me neither,” Ark said in between swigs. “I want some fun.” They both pressed a button on their wrist pilots, and a double ping indicated that a message had arrived. Two holographic images blinked into view in front of them. The setting sun’s light had diminished enough to make the star maps very clear.

  “Wow!” Ark said. “Looks like we both got lucky.”

  “Hmmm. You may be right, my friend.” They both rotated their own displays, looking at the systems and the surrounding voids of space.

  “This is a long way from here. Not our galaxy. Not even close. Galaxy Mj486. Spiral galaxy thirteen billion lights from here.”

  “Same as mine,” Torben said in wonder as he looked at his own map along with his friends. “You’re about seven hundred lights from my planet. Quite close. You could almost call in and say hi.” Both men laughed. The older pilot pulled up a page of text relating to his destination. “I’m to round up humanoids and a few indigenous creatures that live amongst them. The planet is referred to as Earth by its inhabitants. Should be relatively easy. They are a very primitive species. Not as nearly evolved as we are. How about you?”

  “The planet is called Lokash. Sixty percent land, forty percent water. The dominant species is a hominid.” A picture of a large hairy mammal appeared in front of Ark’s eyes. It looked a formidable target. “Wow. These guys are three metres tall and weigh five hundred key-grams. Tackling them will be fun.” He scrolled through the rest of the text, looking at the other creatures on his itinerary. “Hmm. Humanoids are on my list too. Although they are bottom of the food chain. A large cat, reptile, and hybrid make up the list. So, humanoid must be the prey of the other four. Interesting. Very unevolved.” The two men sat pondering their missions.

  The older man turned to the younger. “Ten years ago, we’d never have thought this possible. It was only our alliance with the Lomogs that led us to this.” Ark nodded, remembering how an advanced race had turned up at their planet with a proposal. Their own planet, in a far-off corner of space, was being threatened by a red giant and they needed a new place to call home. Their home planet of Biflux and the neighbouring moon offered these strange robot-like humanoids the nourishing atmosphere they so craved. In return, the Lomogs shared their technology with the Biflex people. It had started out as a perfect match. Nourishing air in return for untold advances in technology. The ability to reach beyond their own galaxy. Weaponry and medical treasures too. It had all seemed too good to be true. And it was. A splinter group opposed to such alliances was formed. Their leader Barajan waged a war on his own people, along with the Lomogs. Millions were killed. Cities decimated. It even raged away from the planet. Two orbital stations had been destroyed by nuclear weaponry, just as they were being populated. Countless thousands were sucked out into the vacuum of space. A silent crushing death for them all. The Lomogs, although weak in body, were strong in retaliation. Along with the Biflex, they’d chased and obliterated the rebels wherever they’d found them. In the end, it was Barajan’s head hitting the plaza steps that would end the war. Others would one day oppose the new alliance. But for now, exciting times lay ahead. As the war raged, the Lomogs had upgraded the Biflex’s Warp Drive spacecraft with their own advances. The new Singularity Drives were installed, with the Biflex people amazed at the results. They could leave the confines of their own galaxy. A galaxy that would normally take them years to traverse. Now they could venture to the very corners of the cosmos in days. It gave people like Ark and Torben new challenges. Like the ones that sat in their lap as the suns set on the rocky horizon.

  “Let’s go to the Sars club and have a few more drinks and talk about our mission,” Ark said as a warm gust of wind ruffled his red locks.

  “Why not,” Torben said as the first drops of rain started to fall from the leaden skies above.

  As they walked through the doors of the bar the rains unloaded on the street outside. People of all races, creeds, and species took cover as it would rain solidly for many hours. The two pilots slid onto two barstools and waited for the tender to serve them. The tender tonight was Vrolakian. New to Biflux. They were a tall race with bright blue skin. She smiled at both men as she placed two tall glasses on the bar. The suds spilled over the rim and down over her blue fingers, making them sparkle under the down-lighters. Both men watched as she shimmied off to serve another customer.

  “I bet you ten kren that I nail her tonight,” Ark said, as he wiped froth from his top lip.

  “I’m not betting on you populating the cosmos, bartender by bartender. Keep your money. You may need it one day.”

  “What for?”

  “Duh. Your own ship. Your brains are firmly rooted in your crotch tonight, my young friend.”

  The younger man made a play of smacking his ear a few times. “You’re right. My mind is firmly on intergalactic love.”

  Torben looked around the bar, surveying the clientele. Some were revellers from the execution. Others were pilots, traders, and travellers. He spotted two pilots in a booth studying their respective wrist pilots. His mind returned to their mission. Torben motioned the younger man over to a quiet booth and flicked on his pilot. He scrolled through a few holographic screens, his brow knitted. “Hmm. We fly in three days. Fifty craft at a time. It looks like we’re in the third group of departures. Just after midday.” He read on for a few seconds. “Two days manned flight out to safe zone 784. Then, who knows. I can’t wait to pass through, Ark, to think that we’d be able to do this in our lifetimes.” He scanned the image. “Once on the other side it will take another two days to get to our planet.” They watched fascinated as a series of planets appeared and passed out of view. The first two were a beautiful blue. One was slightly darker with a deep blue spot on its southern hemisphere. Then came two huge gas giants. One was surrounded by stunning discs. The other’s surface looked an angry roiling collage. A solitary red planet came next. Torben noticed a deep ridge like a crooked smile, running along its surface. Space shot by for a few seconds before a blue and green planet came into view.

  “Whoa!” Ark said. “She’s a beauty.”

  “You’re not wrong there,” Torben said, mesmerized. They looked at oceans and land, framed by white clouds. They could almost reach out and touch it. “I can’t wait to see that for real. It’s beautiful.” He read the coordinates that would pinpoint the spot on the planet where they would make their landing. “We have a ten-hour window. Sunset to sunrise. Should be easy.”

  The younger pilot leaned closer to get a better look. He smiled. “If you find any hot humanoid females, don’t forget about your old friend, Ark.”

  Three

  Three days later Torben sat at the controls of his new ship, Shimmer050. It was just shy of seven hundred feet long, its dark grey exterior giving it a subdued appearance. She sat low to the ground, barely fifty feet tall, with a triangular fantail that housed th
e twin ion drives that was the primary propulsion system for the ship. The singularity drive was housed mid-way along its length, a fattening of the hull towards the rear the only anomaly in the cylindrically shaped hull. Torben watched through the cockpit window as figures came and went from the vessel. He had several crew members, who were making final preparations to disembark. Torben had flown with most of them several times. Some of the other staff were travelling with him for the first time. His co-pilot was a short hairy hominid called Rex. His green hair was trimmed neatly, covering his whole body, save for a hexagon on his chest. Darker green skin lurked there, dappled with raised symbols. Torben’s three landing party were all humanoid, but from a far-off planet unlike his own. They were all taller than he, with reptilian eyes and bad breath. They were called En, Ko and Shaa. They liked to be called all at once as they never left each other’s sides. He turned to Rex. “Okay, take us out.” Torben sat as the co-pilot deftly handled the ship through the cloud layers until the sky around turned dark. He could see the horizon of his world as they broke orbit. Torben could see the clear blue sea below where it kissed the sky in the distance. Ten minutes later they were nearing the planet’s only satellite.