An Alien World (part two)
(part one)
The tower was dead. The beacon light at the top still glowed, but the EMP-amplifying panels were folded up and lightless. A mere metal and plastic pole rising above the treetops and shrubbery.
"How can this be?" the particularly shapely young engineer asked aloud, "I'm getting the feed from the tower right now. It says everything's working."
"Sounds like a software malfunction," a security guard suggested.
"That
can't be. There are three redundancies in the monitoring system, and just about nothing else." She shook her head in frustration. "It should be impossible."
"Not impossible. Sabotage."
The Risans all turned around. Penelope stood at the back of the group, her eyes narrowed to slits as she peered up at the tower.
"Why would anyone do that?" the security guard asked. Penelope scowled at him, and particularly at the pea-shooter of a phaser pistol that he held at his side.
"Political terrorism from a party that objects to the way this colony is being structured. A distraction from a crime being committed elsewhere in the city. Someone who just really, really likes fluffy puffies. Aren't you supposed to be security? You don't need me to tell you this." The scarred alien looked back at the tower. "And if you hadn't taken my weapon, we'd be much better prepared for whatever traps they've left in place."
"You fired that phaser in the secretary's office, on
disintegrate!"
"On a piece of garbage."
"Would you really be allowed to do that on a Federation world?" the female engineer cut in. Penelope looked back at her, and seemed to recoil. There was silence for a moment.
"No. I would not be." She bit her cheeks before continuing. "I apologize, this has been a frustrating evening."
"Don't worry." The engineer placed a hand on Penelope's hip and patted gently. "It has been for all of us."
The human looked up at her, and then down at her hand, and then back at her. "Yes. Um. Thank you."
The woman smiled, and her hand moved back onto Penelope's buttock, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I said
thank you."
The hand finally released her.
They advanced toward the small clearing that had been made around the base. An engineer, two security personnel, and one irate tourist. When they reached the door, Penelope was the only one unsurprised to find it already unlocked and ajar.
"Someone from security must have done this!" the other, previously silent guard exclaimed, "but why?"
Penelope sighed. "Terrorism. Distraction. Misplaced loyalties."
The female engineer looked scared now. "Perhaps she's right. One of the armed people should go in first."
"Hang on," the first guard squeezed his companion's shoulder before kneeling down near the door. "I found something here. What the..."
He picked the piece of jagged, broken metal off the leaf-covered ground and held it up to their flashlights. It was the lock, turn brutally out of the steel door and flung aside so hard there were bits of dirt still stuck to it.
Penelope set her jaw. "One of you lend me your phaser. I'll go in first."
"I think we should bring more people," the other guard replied.
"The more people we bring, the greater the chance one of them will be among the traitors." She narrowed her snakelike eyes at the man. "Speaking of which, why don't
you lend me your phaser?"
...
Ten minutes later, the Risans followed her in.
"Penelope? Penelope Miranstein?" Engineer Aledla called out as the men trained their phasers around the room. "Are you alright?" She felt her heartrate accelerate. The human had been unpleasant, but that was clearly because of her own unhappiness. What a tragedy it would be if that led to her own destruction.
"Nothing down here." One of the security men looked from one computer screen to the next. "Everything seems to be running...but its all on backup power."
"Upstairs. The generator."
They climbed the stairs to the upper room, in which the tower's autonomous fusion reactor and its containing warp field generator were housed. At the top of the stairs, with her back to them, stood Penelope.
"Miss, are you alright? Can you move out of the way?" One of the men tapped her shoulder.
With a lightning-fast motion, Penelope turned around and shot him in the chest.
Aledla screamed. Penelope's eyes were glassy, and her mouth was raised in a toothy rictus grin. The other officer, the one who had given up his pistol, tried to disarm her, but the human was too fast. She knocked his hands brutally aside, and then clocked him across the side of the head with the butt of his own weapon. He gasped and fell atop his companion, stunned and bleeding. The grinning, glassy-eyed Penelope looked down the stairs and pointed the phaser at Aledla.
"Leave."
(part three)