"Space Tomb" - Part 17
Darkness. Silence.
Then, the hint of light in the darkness, and a voice speaks,
"Will she recover, Doctor?"
"Ja, Archie. My leibchen will soon be hale and whole and her own self once more."
Fury opens his eyes.
"Ah, Captain. It is good to be seeing you awake." Gustav leans over him, blotting out the glare of lights.
"What?" Fury stops, moistens his lips, and tries again, "What happened?"
"You destroyed the pyramid." Archie reproves him, "There is rubbish everywhere."
Fury chuckles, then coughs,
"I mean ... S'Ondra."
"She is vell, Captain." Gustav assures him, then lays a hand on the younger man's shoulder, "Zanks to you."
"Xinthon?"
"Dead." Archie confirms.
"I feel terrible." Fury admits, then struggles to sit up.
"It is not surprising, Captain." Gustav gently pushes him back into the bed., "Ze atmosphere of ze asteroid was almost gone by ze time Archie and I located you. Had it not been for ze builder-bot, ve would not have been able to save ze two of you."
Fury grimaces,
"Those things are still around, are they?"
"Just the one." Archie clarifies, "The rest were destroyed with Xinthon's ship and the pyramid."
"How'd it help save us?"
Gustav and Archie glance at each other.
"Perhaps it is better if you do not ask, Captain." Gustav suggests, "It is enough to say zat it made sure ze two of you had enough oxygen to breathe, ja? It vas ze builder-bots which made ze atmosphere, in ze first place, you see."
"How nice of them." Fury doesn't really have the energy for sarcasm.
"Indeed, yes." Gustav wouldn't have got it, even if he did.
The Captain pushes himself upright once more, and this time he refuses to let Gustav push him back down again. He swings his legs across and perches on the edge of the bed, clad only in his regulation-issue long johns.
In the bed across from him, S'Ondra lies peacefully, eyes closed. Dressed once more in her familiar silver costume, the only sign of what she has been through comes from the soft hum of the diagnostic machines around her.
"What about what that alien did to her?" Fury asks, "Did you fix that?"
Gustav nods,
"Before he left ze ship, Archie was able to copy ze formula of ze compound which Xinthon injected into her. Alzough biology is not my principle area of expertise, I would not be ze genius I am if I could not come up with ze antidote in such a circumstance, ja?"
"You're the Doc, Doc." Fury agrees. He stands, and begins to gather his clothes from where they lie folded on a chair beside his bed, "Now, I'm going to go and see about getting us off this rock."
"Already?" Gustav looks disappointed, "Think of ze discoveries we might make in ze ruins of ze pyramid, Captain!"
"I thought you said it was destroyed."
"Utterly." Concurs Archie.
"Ve cannot know zat without searching more carefully!" Gustav protests, "Ze remote scans are simply not enough, Archie. Zere could be all kinds of alien knowledge zere -"
"Alien knowledge?" Fury interrupts. He points at S'Ondra, "I think we've all had quite enough alien knowledge for one lifetime, Doctor."
Gustav frowns. Then he glances at his adopted daughter, and his expression softens. He sighs,
"Ach, you are right, Captain."
"Of course I'm right." Fury responds, with something resembling his usual air, "I'll go get us moving. We still need that Xenon."
The Captain walks out of the medical bay. At the last moment before he would disappear out of shot he turns and calls back through the closing doors:
"Personally, I'll be happy if I never see another alien again, ever."
Next time, on "Q-Ship" ...
"With the threat of Xinthon averted, the crew resumes their journey to Jupiter. There, they must brave the dangerous Xenon storms of the gas giant, and extract the necessary fuel to keep their vessel running. It is a delicate operation ... and one that will leave them extremely vulnerable to any outside threat ..."
Space warps and twists, then tears open in a blinding flash. Something huge begins to loom out of the rupture ...
"It's eight miles long, Captain." Archie reports, "Mass readings off the scale."
A massive spaceship hangs above the earth, almost blotting out our view of the planet. Suddenly, there is a whump and giant yellow globule flies out of the ship's nose, and speeds down toward the surface.
The screen goes black, and a harsh, mechanical voice intones: "I, Grishnag, Star Commander of the 17th Battle Fleet, claim this system in the name of the Targ Totality. All who hear this transmission must submit, or be destroyed."
"Join us next time, on Q-Ship, when the crew of the Pathfinder encounter: The Targ Totality."