Star Trek: Destiny #3: Lost Souls by David Mack

Author:David Mack
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gallery Books
Published: 2008-11-25T00:00:00+00:00

4527 B.C.E.

20

Karl Graylock, Kiona Thayer, and Gage Pembleton were desperate and dazed with hunger after eight days of exhausting snowshoeing in a brutal deep freeze. Walking on unraveling snowshoes, they trudged through the endless night, up the side of Junk Mountain, their every step resisted by frigid knives of screaming wind and pelting sleet.

Less than two hundred meters up the slope of Junk Mountain, Graylock’s snowshoes finally came apart beneath him. First his left foot plunged through the sagged webbing, and then his right foot tore free of its rotted binding. “Scheisse, ” he cursed under his breath, fearful of triggering an avalanche.

Pembleton poked at the snow with his walking stick. “It’s pretty hard-packed,” he gasped in the thin air. “You didn’t sink much past your ankles.” He tapped the side of his snowshoe with the stick. “We probably don’t need these anymore.”

“Probably not,” Graylock said. Thayer and Pembleton pulled off their snowshoes. Graylock gathered up the broken pieces of his footwear and stuffed the fragments into folds and under flaps on his backpack; they’d make decent kindling once they dried. Looking up the slope, directly into the path of the gale-driven sleet, he winced and said, “Let’s keep going.”

Graylock remembered the way to the Caeliar’s redoubt as well as Pembleton did, so he took the lead as they ascended into the lashing gusts of the storm. It was up to Pembleton to keep watch for the local predator that had slain Mazzetti weeks earlier. All Thayer had to do was keep herself upright while hiking uphill over ice and snow with her braced foot.

From a distance, the three survivors would have looked all but identical. Mummified in multiple layers of the now-sullied silver-gray Caeliar fabric, only their heights distinguished them; Pembleton was the tallest, followed by Graylock, and then Thayer. It occurred to Graylock that they had not seen one another’s face in more than a week. As the temperatures had plummeted, they had resisted removing any but the tiniest strips of their swaddling, and then only for absolute necessities.

In the mad swirls of sleet that surrounded him, his view of the path ahead was limited to its next few meters. Fighting gravity to push his weakened body up the mountainside left his head spinning. The next thing he knew, he was on his hands and knees, dryheaving through his face wrappings.

Hands closed tentatively around his arms. Thayer and Pembleton labored to pull Graylock back to his feet.

“Don’t quit on us now, you Austrian clod,” Thayer said.

He wobbled as he found his footing. “Well, since you asked so nicely,” he mumbled to her. “Gage, can you…?”

“Take point? Sure.” Pembleton stepped past Graylock and led the trio up the slope, past icicle-draped rock formations. Towering snowdrifts had formed against the windward side of the huge black crags that jutted from the pristine slope.

Concealed beneath a deep blanket of snow, the shape of the terrain had become unfamiliar to Graylock’s eyes. He hoped that Pembleton’s wilderness combat training would enable him to find the entrance to the Caeliar’s buried laboratory.

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