Bridgeworld

  BRIDGEWORLD

  By

  Travis McBee

  Hydra

  Publications

  Copyright © 2011 by Travis McBee

  All rights reserved.

  This book or any portion thereof

  may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever

  without the express written permission of the publisher

  except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Printed in the United States of America

  ISBN 978-0615504452

  Hydra Publications

  337 Clifty Dr

  Madison, IN 47250

  www.hydrapublications.com

  To my parents,

  who told me to shoot for the stars and my grandparents, who showed me how to reach them.

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Excerpt from Andraste

  Prologue

  On a day like many others, born into the world with skies of morose gray and docile temperature, two people were preparing to act on the biggest decision either would ever make. Those two people were a pair of newlyweds, Barbara and Steven Haynes, who had a desire to move, and not a short move by any stretch of the imagination. Their families had tried to convince them to reconsider, Barbara’s mother going so far as to cry at her feet the previous day, but their decisions had been made and they were indeed moving from the only home they had ever known. They had chosen a place most people they knew laughed at. Words like ‘Alien’ and ‘Backwards’ were often used to describe it. The proper name for that place was much kinder: Earth.

  You see, if there was only one fact that would be important to know about the Haynes, it would be that they weren’t Earthlings. Barbara and Steven had grown up on the small planet of Broglio. It was a dull, dreary place that had the color variety of a box of sawdust. The soil was dusty and devoid of the tiniest hope of vegetation, and the sky managed to be insolently gray, even if the large red sun was shining bright enough to blind anyone who dared to glance away from the powdery soil. The man-made artifices lacked any spice of character as well, each one, while monolithic, seemed to be terrified to venture away from the comfortable brown color which every surface was made of. It was a world that Barbara in particular thought would be inhumanly possible to love, or even stand. Oh, yes don’t be mistaken, while the Haynes were definitely not from Earth, they were in every way shape and form, human.

  Steven would not look out of place on Earth; he was a tall man with intelligent green eyes. His hair sat in tight black curls on his head and, even though he claimed to never fix it, there was never so much as a single strand out of place. He did not have an athlete’s body, yet his trim figure hinted at the exuberant energy that lay quietly below the surface of his pale skin. The ink on his professional certification in medicine was still wet, and he was genuinely interested in saving lives and found himself disinterested in the glory that becomes associated with doctors, no matter what planet they call home.

  If Steven had had a custom made bride fabricated, Barbara would have been it. She was adorably short with a curtain of blond hair that tickled her shoulders when she laughed, and her eyes were breathtakingly blue. Those eyes, which instantly drew attention from new acquaintances, didn’t just sit idly on her face; instead they sparkled like a sea of diamonds and radiated joy when her warm laughter filled a room. Her skin was soaked brown from the ancient sun that beat Broglio relentlessly, but instead of looking like dried leather, her skin seemed vivid amongst the monotony of the planet.

  So the day had come for this wonderful young couple, fresh from their teens, to set out on an intergalactic expedition. They met their families at the local space port and kissed them farewell as they hefted their bags onto one of the hovercarts that could be rented with a casual wave of a card and a single Pom disappearing from their account. The belongings that they piled onto the small platform were remarkably inconsiderable in number even though they were everything that the Haynes had acquired during their two decades of life. They pushed this sparse collection of belongings through the spaceport and through gate fifteen.

  An elderly man dressed in a crisp uniform welcomed them aboard while directing several teenage boys to put the Haynes’s luggage in the cargo hold. A startling beautiful girl awaited them inside the ship and showed them to their seats. As they settled into the gray, overstuffed seats Steven returned the broad smile of the stewardess and earned a hard pinch on his side from Barbara. He laughed aloud at her sudden display of jealousy and returned the pinch with a flurry of playful tickling and in less than a minute they both dissolved into hysterical laughter that bemused the seven other people that shared the craft with them.

  The emotions radiating from the Haynes were as hard to read as a textbook on Quantum Mechanics written in ancient Greek. Fear, excitement, sorrow, joy, and uncertainty fought viciously for dominance inside of both of them. They were leaving the only home they had ever known, yet it was a home they both despised. For them it would be analogous to a terrible tooth ache, when all you want is for the pain to stop but once it does you find your tongue probing, almost longingly, for the aching tooth out of habit.

  The wait for takeoff was brief and within ten minutes of their boarding the doors to the ship slid smoothly closed sealing them off from Broglio for the last time. The ship they were in was one of the largest available. It was capable of seating several hundred people comfortably but on that day it had less than three dozen occupants. Earth was not a place Broglians often voyaged to, and those who went seldom intended to live there. On that day the Haynes had become what they had intended, unique.

  The floor began to rumble softly as the sleek, black, chariot of escape awoke from its nap and prepared for the exodus from the gray world of Broglio. As the ship ascended from the concrete pad which had supported it Steven felt a vague since of nostalgia overtake him. He was leaving his home world after all, and through all of the complaints and jokes made at that gray world’s expense, he had always fostered an acute sense of love for all of the things he found so odious.

  He would have become lost in a dark maze of paradoxical brooding if Barbara hadn’t chosen that moment to lay her head on his shoulder and whisper softly into the crisp air of the shuttle,

  “Off we go, for better or for worse, but we will always have each other.”

  He turned his head and stared into those wondrously blue eyes. “Yes my dear, yes we will.”

  His thoughts changed course to more relevant questions that had meandered into his mind. One of the thoughts decided to mine his brain for attention behind his right eye and his left hand rose automatically to try and soothe the budding headache that he feared would follow. The pain increased as well it should; after all it was a very important point, one which should not have been overlooked as it had.

  How exactly were they supposed to pass as Earthlings?

  * * *

  It was a dark, quiet night, and once again Jacob Kenderson found himself sitting at his station. He hated his job with a passion. His detestable duty was to han
dle night shift in the control tower at the little airport that was situated outside of Pleasant Valley, Alabama.

  To understand why Jacob felt such animosity towards his job you must first understand the town. There are thousands, perhaps millions of towns like Pleasant Valley sprinkled across the country. It was the type of town that was never the backdrop of anything more exciting than a high school football game or a school play. Located in southern Alabama, it was unbearably hot in the summer and people only dreamed of having a mere chance of a white Christmas. None the less, like it’s name hinted, it was a exceptionally pleasant place to live and few people born there ever bothered to move away. The entire town was as amiable and tight knit as a flock of geese, while rumors spread faster than a kid could run once the bell rang in Pleasant Valley Elementary.

  Jokes managed to spread faster than any other gossip and when an airport had been built on the outskirts of the town three years ago, the residents of Pleasant Valley instantly adopted it as the new focal point for their humor. They would abuse the airport relentlessly on every occasion possible until even a professional comedian would be unable to find a new line to throw in. The most popular joke that made its way through almost every mouth in Pleasant Valley was to say that it was the only thing in town emptier than Old Coach Hinge’s head and they were quite right to say so.

  The airport was a miniature replica of the town, tiny and uneventful. On a busy day they would be lucky to see three planes touch their tires on the still shiny black runway. During the night shift the runway was as likely to see the wheels of a plane as the feet of a dinosaur and to Jacob, neither seemed likely. So he sat miserably in the tower with his mind wandering aimlessly in a world far away as instruments whirred their voices into the darkness.

  Jacob leaned back in his chair and sipped on his hot coffee, a grimace flowered onto his miserable face as he tasted the stale coffee. He began to mutter to himself about his favorite point of complaint, work, but before his complaints could simmer into a fully fledged rant a sudden beeping noise caught his attention.

  On the radar was a small blip that had not been there a second before. He stared transfixed at the screen, maybe it was a glitch. He had been trained to allow the radar three scans of the sky before assuming that the object was not a figment of his imagination or a minor glitch in the hardware. He waited impatiently for the small line to circle around again. The green line seemed to move more slowly just to mock his impatience but when it finally slid around the blip was still present, only it was now near the center of the pale green interface when it had been near the edge only moments before. It had moved an impossible distance between the sweeps of the radar and it was heading straight toward the sleepy little town and moving incredibly fast.

  The blood raced in Jacob’s veins, while beads of sweat began to break out all over his body, sweat that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room or the coffee. As much as he complained about it, Jacob loved the mundane routine of his life and this deviation from the status quo, however brief, was as unwelcome as a fly in a glass of milk. He ran to the radio at the far side of the small tower and fumbled with the microphone in his haste. Once he had finally straightened himself out enough to raise the microphone to his face he attempted to hail the plane. At least, he hoped it was a plane.

  “This is Pleasant Valley airport please identify yourself,” he bellowed nervously into the radio.

  He held the receiver in his hand but all that resonated from it was the dull static of an empty radio frequency. He held the mike to his lips again and clicked the narrow button into place.

  “This is Pleasant Valley Airport please identify yourself,” He uttered into the plastic device

  Once again static floated throughout the room. He put the mike back in its cradle and walked back to the radar screen. The green display glowed up at him; it was completely devoid of any shape.

  He sat down into his chair with a heavy sigh. For once on his job he had a decision to consider that was more important than what to add to his coffee. He had seen a strange object, but he had also not followed regulation to see if it was there for three passes. He strained his ears willing the sounds of the world around him to come peacefully to them. The dull whir of machinery mixed with the gentle beeping of various other apparatus was all that was made available to his ears. The breath that left his mouth in a deep sigh almost felt debilitating. He was going to catch it from his boss no matter what. He reached towards the phone which glinted up at him and picked up his coffee which sat beside it.

  * * *

  It turned out that Steven didn’t have to worry about a thing. Tucked away in a cozy crater on the dark side of the moon was a quaint little outpost of entrepreneurs called the ERA; the Earth Relocation Agency. For a substantial fee of twenty thousand Comae, Steven’s entire life savings, they undertook all the work required to set up the Haynes life on Earth. They provided a background story for them, created fake documents and entered them into Earth’s computer records, and finally gave them the necessary supplies to move into the new house that they had picked out from a slide-show of pictures.

  So they found themselves on a large cargo shuttle with a dumpy old U-haul filled with a plethora of sundry items. A rusty old toaster sat atop a television that was even nastier than the old coffee pot that sat stained next to it. Slid up against the TV was a dusty old couch that reeked of cat pee and cheap perfume. On the couch sat a dresser covered in intricate carvings and radiating the sour tang of furniture polish. The drawers of the dresser were crammed full of crisp clothes that had only recently parted ways with their tags and were the only new items on board.

  Sharing the wall with the dust ridden couch was an ancient cast iron bedstead that leaned against a mattress and box springs that were covered in colorful pictures of flowers. The rest of the truck was stacked full with cardboard boxes, a material that the Haynes had never seen before.

  In the front of the truck sat Steven and Barbara. Steven was smartly dressed in a meticulously clean yet simple suit. Barbara found herself wearing a dress for the first time. The slim article was festooned in flowery patterns and hugged her delicate figure.

  Behind the truck sat a rusty bucket of junk. Henry, their head relocater, had called it a car, and further classified it as a 1976 AMC Pacer. Barbara thought it was cute. Steven thought it looked rather like a mix between a glass bowl and a shoe.

  The shuttle took the Haynes and their new possessions to the outskirt of a small town. On the way in they heard the voice of an Earthling crackling through the radio. He tried twice to hail them sounding distinctly nervous as he did so.

  The shuttle set them down on a dark stretch of road and disappeared into the night sky as soon as the U-haul and the little Pacer it pulled had cleared the unloading ramp. And so the Haynes were on Earth, sitting in the musty cab of an old rental truck full of antiquated junk, heading off into the greatest adventure of their lives without a clue as to what they were doing.

  * * *

  The Haynes set up shop quickly. They drove into town that very night and arrived at the house that was prepared by the ERA. The next day the neighbors awoke to find that they had a beautiful smiling young couple sharing the street with them.

  The cover story the ERA had provided had worked perfectly. The Haynes were supposedly from some distant city named Boston. Barbara was a lawyer, not the exciting kind though; she would simply sit in an office filling out wills and other various objects of boredom while Steven had managed to obtain a more exciting position, town doctor.

  Since Steven had been educated at one of the most prestigious Galactic Universities he quickly cemented his name in medical excellence. Since Barbara had been educated at one of the most prestigious Galactic Universities in Intergalactic Law, she had no idea about Earth laws, and quickly cemented her name in Law ineptitude.

  The couple also garnered attention for how they spoke. They had each taken multiple courses on the English language and had managed to
obtain an impeccable accent. Unfortunately for them, the people of Pleasant Valley spoke American not English. The attention was not negative however and all in all they were lovingly embraced by the town and after several years the strange accents faded away to be replaced by the charming drawl of the south.

  Barbara and Steven lived by themselves in their warm little home for three years. The end of their solitude was foretold by the growing stomach of Barbara. As her pregnancy progressed the town grew anxious. After all a birth in a small town is quite a big deal. The gossiping women gathered together and threw her a shower. Steven had laughed when he first heard, thinking they were actually going to wash his nervous wife, but instead of a good bathing they had both received a wide gamete of gifts ranging from cradles to bottles, singing teddy bears to blankets. It was not a tradition on Broglio but the Haynes decided that it should be.

  The arrival of their only child happened one stormy July night. As the rain haphazardly threw itself against the pane of glass that made up the Haynes bedroom window, Barbara lay on the bed covered in sweat. She screamed in pain as Steven held her hand tightly. Her screams of pain inundated the house and within an hour they were replaced by a higher pitched whine of their new son.

  They wrapped him snugly in a warm blanket and held him between them. He looked at them dreamily with incredible eyes of the purest silver that gleamed up at them, sharp and intelligent. Steven smiled proudly at the newborn and was more than a little pleased to find the smile returned.

  “What do you want to name him?” he asked his glistening wife softly so as not to arouse the screams that had temporarily abated.

  “William,” she said gently, “after my grandfather.”

  William cooed quietly as if accepting the name and the smile on Steven’s face managed to grow even wider before a new thought came across his mind. One which they had somehow never thought to discuss.