Dwarves in Space by S E Zbasnik

Author:S E Zbasnik [Zbasnik, S E]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-04-07T23:00:00+00:00

The wyrm opened up a bit harder than usual without all the wining and dining. The scathing purples and blues of the bending to space they plowed through tingled with a dangerous vein of red. It was a sign she wasn't quite ready for the intrusion and could flip this latest passenger through the excess dimension right back to where it came.

"Steady, Orn," Variel said as calmly as possible as her ship shook like a dog out of the bath.

"Steady what?" Orn watched helplessly as the MGC conduits handled all wyrm pinches. No spatial engineer would trust his sextant to a commercial pilot, much less someone about to rend space into a few lopsided dimensions. Pinching the XYZ axises out through a second set of coordinates required precise calculations and a whole lot of computation that no one outside of brainzilla could accomplish on the fly.

The red flashes increased, ripping through the purples and blues as if it was spatial tissue paper. It very well could be. No one ever spent much time studying the insides of the Omega Axis (as it was supposed to officially be called). Most prevailing mages argued that by all logical data the very wyrm everyone traveled through to get to the conference shouldn't even exist. They also liked to spend hours at dinner trying to convince everyone that dessert wasn't real.

"Wherever we're heading is coming up," Orn said, watching the display counting down as the little map swung their location to a distant section of the galaxy.

"There is no opening cresting," Taliesin said, watching out the turbulent windows.

"Orn?" Variel asked, trying to find the black crack that would open to let the invading ship out of her Omega space.

"What do you want me to do? Do I look like a mage?" the dwarf shrieked, trying to not panic as he punched a few of the nonessential buttons and ordered a coffee from the defunct machine in the galley.

"Has anyone ever reported what happens if a ship fails to break through the exit port?" the elf asked, his own calm mask tilting on its axis.

"One," Variel grabbed onto the dwarf's chair as the red lightning cracked close to the hull, "the Mariac."

"Tree shelter us," Taliesin said, closing his eyes tight. Even the elves knew of the cursed Mariac, lost in the early days of space flight into the unstable wyrm holes and never heard from until a few millennia after its disappearance appeared drifting through space, unmanned and unscarred save for a continuous howling echoing through the damaged comm line.

"Don't cash in your chips just yet, I see the universe's crack!" Orn shouted, as the familiar zip of black shuddered before them. It began to widen, but far too slowly.

"We're not gonna make it," Orn muttered.

"We'll make it," Variel responded back, willing her belief into existence.

"How do you know?"

"No other option," she shook off the fear of getting lost in the alien space of the wyrm, and watched the black crack expanded, pouring stars into their view.

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