Ingress IV-2 wasn’t much of a moon,
being little more than a refuelling station circling a gas giant at
the edges of the Duvellin Cluster. It wasn’t where I expected to
find him, but I knew enough of my target to know that expecting
anything was dangerous at the best of times. Even so, if there was a
place that wasn’t important Ingress IV-2 wouldn’t even be in the
running for that.
He was sitting at the only bar the
station had. There were a half-dozen pirates, smugglers and traders
scattered about the crude interior, all sitting at a collection of
cheap tables and talking or making bets in the tones of people who
had nothing else to do with their time at all. No one that would be
missed if worse came to worse. Some looked up as I entered, a few
looked wary. He didn’t look back at the door at all. He was
twenty-one, and it was strange how I simply knew that, as though it
were some sort of warning.
“Jaysel –.”
“I go by Jay.” He didn’t turn
around. “I believe you go by Lady Vestra.”
“Sometimes. In some places.”
He turned. He looked young and human,
but there was a calmness to him. “Are you going to try and kill me
now or later?” he asked as if that was a minor thing. A few people
began scrambling for windows or the back door. Jay just waited in
silence, pale eyes steady and unafraid.
“I serve two masters,” I said
evenly. “Only one of them wishes you dead.”
“Three.” He smiled then, and
despite everything I’d seen and been told, the kindness of it
staggered me almost physically. “You are also a master of yourself,
I think?”
“You know of me?”
“We just met. But I am pretty jaysome
at bindings,” Jay said. “You thought your name loudly enough for
me to sense, and everything about you screams killer.” He paused.
“And protector.”
“And if it did not?”
“We wouldn’t be here talking,” he
said evenly.
The bar had emptied save for the
bartender; she remained, as bartenders always do. “I have this,”
I said from within my own calm, and unsheathed the Verkonis blade.
Translucent metal hummed like a hungry thing, the air about the blade
twisting with strange colours. There were, to my knowledge, less than
twenty Verkonis blades in circulation. They cut through dimension as
easily as through energy, which made them dangerous enough, but when
used on a vessel in hyperspace a Verkonis blade slices through the
hyperspace membrane and drops the ship back into real space. Few
spacecraft or crew survive the experience, so the blades were illegal
most everywhere.
I never saw Jay move. One moment I was
holding the blade, the next it was sheathed in his lap as he
continued to drink his beer. “I knew you did; I was stabbed with a
Verkonis blade once. I would rather it never happened again, so I was
aware of it.” His voice was soft, almost calm still.
“When was that?” I asked, trying to
buy myself time. It’s one thing to be told how dangerous a target
is, another to see them in action. Or not see them at all, in this
case.
“Two days before Verkonis itself
vanished from the universe.” Jay paused a beat. “In Galchwar.”
I didn’t freeze, but it was a near
thing. I walked to the bar, bought a drink, gulped half of it back
without tasting it. The Galchwar Cluster had been destroyed a century
ago: four star systems obliterated in an instant, cause unknown. The
strangest part, historically, was that none of the neighbouring
systems had gone to war over who might have done that and trying to
find secret weapons the other systems might have had.
“You stopped wars from happening
because of it?”
“It seemed the right thing to do.”
The words were still calm, but there was a coldness in his manner
that made me very glad I hadn’t intended to try and use the weapon
at all. “May I ask why you are here?”
“You don’t know?”
That won a grin. “It would be rude
to.”
“I am here as a Protector on behalf
of the world of Aldemayer in the Qwa Conglomerate,” I said.
“A single planet can afford your
services?” he asked.
“This one can. A seer on the planet –
Chielin – found a way to combat the bloating plague in the
Conglomerate, but it requires medicines found only in the Great
Maelstrom. It is said that you can make barriers that cannot be
breached; I am more than adequate as a pilot, so together we’d
enter the Maelstrom, find what Chielin needs, and depart.”
“A seer?”
“A historian, in point of fact. She
learns things in old records and others take it as proof of prophetic
powers, which irks her to no end.”
“Would you object if I asked to meet
this Chielin?” he asked.
“There is a plague in Qwa. Taking the
time to return would be –.”
I felt a breeze behind me, turned as my
hairs rippled in the wind. I resisted base urges with an effort as I
stared into the great library of Aldemayar.
“Is that the right place?” Jay
asked.
I nodded. The bartender chose that
moment to faint dead away as we stepped through a portal from one
world to another as easily as walking out of any doorway. The Great
Archives were Chielin’s domain, so I was unsurprised when she came
striding through the crystal fields toward us with a weapon in hand
and a look of fury on her face.
“Chielin.” I bowed. “I have
brought the one who asked for to this place.”
“The famous Jay, and this soon?”
she asked, not lowering the weapon.
Jay was still beside me. I glanced
over; his eyes were wide, and he looked about to speak before
catching himself. “I made a doorway to this place,” he sayd in
the careful way people speak when concealing pain.
“I have heard of that.” Chielin
studied him openly, lowering her weapon. “Can you make a door right
into the Great Maelstrom?”
I bit back a curse word at not thinking
of that option myself.
“I made one to this place because
Lady Vestra resonated with it; I would need to know something about
the Maelstrom to make one connected to it.”
Chielin gestured, and information
spilled into the air in front of Jay. I almost jumped; she never
opened an archive casually to anyone. “Most of this is
speculation.”
Jay nodded, gestured at the air in
front of him. He grunted, gestures again. “Huh.”
Something about the ‘huh’ made my
ears twitch.
“It is closed to me,” Jay said
quietly. “And there was very few entities in the universe who can
close a place to me. The ones I know of at present would not do so.”
He held out a hand to the air in front of him. His voice didn’t
deepen, didn’t change in any way I could discern, but every crystal
in the archive rang discordantly when he spoke to the air in front of
him. “Holder of the Great Maelstrom, speak. I invoke the Cone and
Grave.” Jay paused, and his voice roughened. “I invoke them in
the name of Honcho that you speak.”
Nothing happened.
Jay blinked, then dropped his hand.
“You have made me speak the name of the wandering magician,” he
said, and his voice was terribly gentle as he stared at something
only he could see. “That was not a safe thing to do at all.”
Chielin made a sound, and Jay seemed to
recall himself and turned, looking at me with a flatness that almost
made me step back. Almost.
“When do we leave?” he asked.
“We will need a craft, yes?”
“It might be safest,” he said, and
followed me out of the Archive to the spaceport without a single look
back. I think he wanted to, though I had no idea why.
*
“What do you mean, you
have no idea how to fly a spacecraft?” I screamed as the hull
shuddered under stresses.
“Well, I’ve never had to
learn how to, now have I?” Jay said crossly.
“I can’t use flight and guidance
systems and keep us on course,” I snarled as system alerts flared
and screamed. “The Maelstrom is disrupting the hyperspace pathway
itself from over four systems away, so do something!”
Metal screamed throughout the ship and
every alarm went burgundy to my eyes before shutting down entirely,
as if the very alarm system had been overloaded past capacity. Every
sensor on the ship died, then shuddered back on as if our craft was
waking from a dream. I turned on the long-range scanners, blinked.
We’d traversed six star systems in a moment and the hull was
covered in multiple fractures and what looked for all the world like
vast claw marks.
I turned and stared at Jay, who
actually blushed.
“We might have gone through
underspace. It’s shorter than hyperspace but loads more dangerous.
Mostly because of the risk of creatures in it getting out every time
it is used.”
“And there was no risk of that?” I
asked slowly.
“No.” He said it with a simply
finality, and nothing else at all as we drifted toward the Great
Maelstrom proper.
Alien energies surged in the air in
front of us. Even a craft built by the finest Qwa engineers could
barely make out a third of what we were witnesses, but then again the
craft’s scanners claimed Jay was entirely a normal human. I picked
up black holes, two supernovas, a quasar, one grey hole, at least two
white holes and three aendar variables that were entirely off any
scale. “Hyperspace isn’t active at all,” I said.
“Neither is underspace, which is
curious,” Jay said. He didn’t move, but out craft ceased rocking
and most of the warning lights went away as a shield flowed into
existence over us in a shimmer of golden hues. Darkness seemed to
leap out of the maelstrom, slamming into the shield like hungry
blades. The shield held, though Jay took a step back.
“That shouldn’t be possible,” he
said in a tone of shock that almost had me looking for a place to
hide. Entities like Jay shouldn’t sound
shocked. “There are almost no magicians left in the universe, and
none capable of working on a scale like this.”
“Magicians?”
“It
was a long time ago and the universe was different then.” Jay
smiled without humour. “It may not be wise for you to continue down
this path, Lady Vestra.” For a moment, I almost thought he was
going to call me by a name I
hadn’t used in over thirty years.
“I cannot guarantee your safety; I am not entirely certain of my
own.”
“I
have my duties.”
“I
am certain that you do.” Jay glanced toward the maelstrom; the
craft rocked, then hurled forward on a straight course even as stray
energies crackled against whatever shield he had made. Jay said
nothing, his lips a thin line, silence a weight of its own as we
finally spotted a structure.
The tower floated
in a void, a metallic collection of rooms and corridors interwoven
together to form a mesh that tried to hide anything important under a
multitude of bland designs; it was a fashion that had gone out of of
style over a century ago as scanners made it obsolete. I managed to
find a docking bay out craft could fit in; the atmosphere wasn’t
breathable but I had a pressure suit. Jay needed nothing at all. It
was cold despite the energies that hummed in the air and I couldn’t
shake a feeling that the structure itself was alive somehow, aware of
us in a way that was more than just scanning us.
“Hello?” Jay
called out as we walked down a narrow corridor.
“This is my
home,” a voice spoke, coming from all about us.
“I know, but I
thought it must be lonely here at least sometimes? We could be
friends you know.”
“I have no need
of that weakness,” the voice roared.
“Oh.” Jay let
out a sigh. “I used to be a lot better at making friends than I am
these days. I am Jayseltosche.”
“That name means
nothing to me.”
“It can: you are
a machine intelligence,” Jay said. “I knew the core Val in the
first terran system, and your archives should contain something of
that. Probably filed under jaysome, I imagine. I know you are a
magician, and I know what that means. I can help you.”
“No! I will not
be tricked,” the voice roared, and the corridor about us shrunk
inward, though only for a moment.
“Don’t do
this.” Jay didn’t move, his voice softer. “I could destroy you:
depend upon it that such a thing is within my power. But also depend
upon knowing that I don’t want to. You can think, friend – that
means you can make another choice than this.”
“Liar!”
“You
cannot destroy this creature,” I said to Jay.
“Unchecked, it
could damage the universe more deeply than even it knows. Madness in
magicians is a very bad thing,” Jay said.
“You
misunderstand me.” And I fired the Verkonis dart that had been
hidden within
my right palm. The containment field it would make it
hold Jay gave me a small
chance of surviving; I suspected the maelstrom would survive just
fine.
The
dart
vanished.
Jay
didn’t even look over at me. “There are dimensions of me a
Verkonis blade cannot reach at all. That is where I stored the blade,
and now the
dart as well.” He must have done something, because the maelstrom
let out a roar of thwarted
fury about us. “I am
jaysome, and I have quite a few skills: you could have asked me to
look into this plague, but you did not. Because, I imagine, I would
discover that Qwa made it themselves.” He turned toward me, looking
tired. “What did they hope to gain here, Lady Vestra?”
“A weapon. An
edge over our enemies.”
“A
better edge would be making
friends rather than enemies.”
I was going to say
that might be easier for him when the Great Maelstrom manifested all
its energy at once as a burning ball that obliterated much of the
structure as it came into existence before us. Jay made some shield
about me, though I had no idea why, before he turned to face the
heart of the maelstrom.
“Please,” he
said, his voice breaking. “We don’t have to do this. Fear doesn’t
have to be stronger.”
The
core of the maelstrom collapsed inward toward us, the entire great
maelstrom itself becoming a
crushing weight as though to
reduce us to
nothing. The shield about me shuddered, and I had no words for the
energies that flared up in a moment that might have been a moment, a
minute, an hour or even an eternity.
Jay did not move at
all, as still and distant as some terrible force far outside even
this. There was a silence and then the maelstrom was unmade. The
machine intelligence, whatever it had become, the core, the place it
had created to hide itself from the universe – all of that was
gone, unbound like a thread pulled apart with no effort at all.
I think I blinked,
because a moment later we were back on the Qwa craft, and it was
floating in empty space, reading no unusual energies at all.
Jay
just stood, shoulders slumped. He spoke as if words were being pulled
from him. “All this power, all that I am, and sometimes all I can
do is destroy. Which is not jaysome, not right,
not the proper thing to do at all. But forcing someone to be a friend
is worse. I know this, and yet, and yet...” He trailed off.
I froze in the
pressure suit, all my hair and membranes still.
“I aged a week
doing that,” Jay said as he turned toward me. “Some actions make
me older. Ones I am forced to, not as much. Ones done to me, not at
all.”
“Galchwar
didn’t,” I managed.
“It did not.”
He straightened. “Where do we go from here, Lady Vestra?”
“Pardon?” I
asked.
“I could use a
Protector, I think. And I imagine you cannot return to Qwa since
neither of your masters will be happy with you.”
“Oh,”
I said, and wisely, wisely, nothing else at all as I set a course for
a random galaxy. I had funds, and could easily get another ship. And
if I was very lucky, I might someday atone for what I’d forced Jay
to do here.