


Nebular Issue No. 3
Scorge

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NEBULAR
The English version of NEBULAR No. 3."Scorge", can be downloaded for free at:
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The German NEBULAR team:
Thomas Rabenstein, Artur "Jeff" Diessner, Arthur Frey, Karsten Löperick, Peter Sartorius, Nino Coviello, Markus Mayer, Matthias Meier
The English NEBULAR team:
Götz Piesbergen, Michael Koeckritz, Norman Riger, Tim Anderson, Tom Norris and Kevin Breen.
... and here a Snooper:
... Another series of strange noises followed, making Arkroid grimace.
»Oh, what the heck! Who cares about what the Trade Guild says? Those bureaucratic bloodsuckers are only hindering free trade in the galaxy. Greedy bastards! Forget I mentioned it ... forget they even exist.«
Arkroid struggled to understand what he had just heard.
›Trade Guild and free trade throughout the galaxy? What, the Milky Way? And what did he mean about former visits? Wasn't this his first visit here to our solar system? Those ancient languages ... how old would he have to be?‹
Arkroid's assistants stood as if frozen. Their blank faces said that they couldn't believe their ears.
»I hope that we can find a common basis for good trade relations …,« Scorge continued. »Uh, what am I saying? That's a given! I can hardly wait to see your station.«
Words poured out of Scorge like a waterfall. The alien seemed overwhelmed by his friendly welcome at the station.
Atkins stepped alongside Arkroid and whispered, “He really seems to be some sort of a trader, and he's trying to butter us up. He implies that he's been here before ... did you catch that?«
Arkroid looked at Sammy and nodded in agreement.
»That must have been a long time ago, Sammy. We couldn't find any records of a previous visit. Oh, there are hundreds of unconfirmed UFOs, but if he'd traded with Earth we'd know it!«
Atkins was staring past him. Wordlessly he plucked at Arkroid's sleeve and inclined his head to look behind Arkroid.
A flexible tube was extending from the alien ship and cautiously feeling its way along the station's hull toward the docking section. Then a boot-like section of the tube connected with one of the airlocks.
»Scorge has docked!« his happy voice came from the speakers. »I'm coming over to see you.«
Space physician Dr. Edmund McCornagle suddenly began to wave his arms.
»For Heavens sake, Arkroid, you can't let the visitor into the station without some sort of quarantine! There are three hundred people aboard. What if he carries deadly viruses, or something worse? We'll have an epidemic and never see Earth again.«
Arkroid understood, while McCornagle turned away with a flushed red face.
»This is Trade President Arkroid speaking,« he addressed Scorge. »We have some reservations about the exchange of bacteria or other micro-organisms. I think we should take some precautions before you enter our environment.«
»Not to worry! I'm equipped with a Kardash, according to regulations. This is not the first time I've dealt with different species. My little creatures remain with me and yours with you. It would be a shame if one of my skin fleas transferred to you. No, I wouldn't like that at all. I'm coming over now.«
McCornagle was sweating bullets. Arkroid ignored him and quickly issued orders.
Arkroid received an ear-microphone combo from one of the technicians, enabling him to stay in direct contact with the command central. Earth officials monitored through a translator that let them understand every word spoken. A stationary surveillance unit inside the docking bay provided a perfectly clear video link.
»Sammy, you come with me! The rest of the team makes sure the areas close to the docking bay are cleared. I don't want to see anybody there. Any questions?«
Arkroid turned around and addressed the people in the command central before he left for the docking bay, »Not to worry, people! He has his Kardash with him …,« he grinned.
Arkroid and Atkins ran toward the docking bay Scorge had chosen for his entry.
***
At first, only a spark of consciousness flared, then a flow of energy, bringing life back to his body.
›Life? I'm a machine! ... yet I am thinking. Why?‹
The newly awakened consciousness formed his first clear thoughts.
›My body is a machine yet my sprit is free. Finally free! Finally? Where have I been?‹
Long-dormant traits were suddenly reactivated, while pulsing energy re-possessed his body.
›I don't have eyes, yet I can see!‹
Sensors, scanners, probes and feelers gave him a real picture of his surroundings. What had happened? Everything was somehow familiar yet strange to him. The star patterns clearly deviated from his last memory! They had shifted. Hundreds of thousands of years must have passed since his last awakening, but why was he here, now? That could wait. The first question was: what was he?
›I was hidden here by the Creators. They have an important mission for me! But why did I wake up now? What is my duty?‹
The Sleeper suddenly remembered and understood. The signal!
His consciousness began to sort through age-old memories that helped him understand who he was. More and more his senses cleared and knowledge seeped in.
›Senses? A machine does not possess senses like an organic being! Nevertheless, the signal has reached me. I can think, ergo, I exist! The signal tore my body from deep sleep. Nothing could prevent it, not even the Creators. But why should they stop it? They have created me for exactly this event!‹
A tremor went through the Sleeper's body and a painful mental scream filled the hall.
›They deceived me! Tricked me.‹
The truth burned in his mind like fire.
›No, it was not the Creators who hid me … the Banned are behind it. They abducted me, deactivated me! But ... how can a living being be deactivated?‹
Uncontrollable anger rose in him and threatened to choke him.
›The Banned revolted, even dared to attack me! Then they seized me and brought me here to sleep for the rest of time! Didn't they realize that was impossible? What a weak and naïve race! I should have killed them all! Now their breed is overrunning the galaxy, and nobody can stop them. Creators forgive me!
›The signal was received from the edge of the reservation, and has not changed since its initial transmission. It has an energy signature typical of Tachyon Drive emissions! But the reservation is taboo to all visitors! It is forbidden to approach this system - under penalty of death!‹
The Sleeper's body suddenly straightened up. The reactivating of his body had begun and his mind was feverishly awaiting the moment of freedom. He would pass sentence on them all – one by one!
›That is my mission, my life!‹ the Sleeper realized suddenly. ›Nothing has changed. That's what I was created for!‹ ...
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