John Scalzi - Redshirts

From the top of the large boulder he sat on, Ensign Tom Davis looked across the expanse of the cave toward Captain Lucius Abernathy, Science Officer Qeeng and Chief Engineer Paul West perched on a second, larger boulder, and thought, Well, this sucks.

Borgovian Land Worms! Captain Abernathy said, and smacked his boulder with an open palm. I should have known.

You should have known? How the hell could you not have known? thought Ensign Davis, and looked at the vast dirt floor of the cave, its powdery surface moving here and there with the shadowy humps that marked the movement of the massive, carnivorous worms.

I dont think we should just be waltzing in there, Davis had said to Chen, the other crew member on the away team, upon encountering the cave. Abernathy, Qeeng and West had already entered, despite the fact that Davis and Chen were technically their security detail.

Chen, who was new, snorted. Oh, come on, he said. Its just a cave. What could possibly be in there?

Bears? Davis had suggested. Wolves? Any number of large predators who see a cave as shelter from the elements? Have you never been camping?

There are no bears on this planet, Chen had said, willfully missing Davis point. And anyway we have pulse guns. Now come on. This is my first away mission. I dont want the captain wondering where I am. He ran in after the officers.

From his boulder, Davis looked down at the dusty smear on the cave floor that was all that remained of Chen. The land worms, called by the sound of the humans walking in the cave, had tunneled up under him and dragged him down, leaving nothing but echoing screams and the smear.

Well, thats not quite true, Davis thought, peering farther into the cave and seeing the hand that lay there, still clutching the pulse gun Chen had carried, and which as it turned out had done him absolutely no good whatsoever.

The ground stirred and the hand suddenly disappeared.

Okay, now its true, Davis thought.

Davis! Captain Abernathy called. Stay where you are! Any movement across that ground will call to the worms! Youll be eaten instantly!

Thanks for the useless and obvious update, you jackass, Davis thought, but did not say, because he was an ensign, and Abernathy was the captain. Instead, what he said was, Aye, Captain.

Good, Abernathy said. I dont want you trying to make a break for it and getting caught by those worms. Your father would never forgive me.

What? Davis thought, and suddenly he remembered that Captain Abernathy had served under his father on the Benjamin Franklin. The ill-fated Benjamin Franklin. And in fact, Davis father had saved the then-Ensign Abernathy by tossing his unconscious body into the escape pod before diving in himself and launching the pod just as the Franklin blew up spectacularly around them. They had drifted in space for three days and had almost run out of breathable air in that pod before they were rescued.

Davis shook his head. It was very odd that all that detail about Abernathy popped into his head, especially considering the circumstances.

As if on cue, Abernathy said, Your father once saved my life, you know.

I know Davis began, and then nearly toppled off the top of his boulder as the land worms suddenly launched themselves into it, making it wobble.

Davis! Abernathy said.

Davis hunched down, flattening himself toward the boulder to keep his center of gravity low. He glanced over to Abernathy, who was now conferring with Qeeng and West. Without being able to hear them, Davis knew that they were reviewing what they knew about Borgovian Land Worms and trying to devise a plan to neutralize the creatures, so they could cross the cave in safety and reach the chamber that housed the ancient Central Computer of the Borgovians, which could give them a clue about the disappearance of that wise and mysterious race.

You really need to start focusing on your current situation, some part of Davis brain said to him, and he shook his head again. Davis couldnt disagree with this assessment; his brain had picked a funny time to start spouting a whole bunch of extraneous information that served him no purpose at this time.

The worms rocked his boulder again. Davis gripped it as hard as he could and saw Abernathy, Qeeng and West become more animated in their attempted problem solving.

A thought suddenly came to Davis. Youre part of the security detail, it said. You have a pulse gun. You could just vaporize these things.

Davis would have smacked his head if the worms werent already doing that by driving it into the boulder. Of course! The pulse gun! He reached down to his belt to unclasp the gun from its holster. As he did so another part of his brain wondered why, if in fact the solution was as simple as just vaporizing the worms, Captain Abernathy or one of the other officers hadnt just ordered him to do it already.

I seem to have a lot of voices in my brain today, said a third part of Davis brain. He ignored that particular voice in his brain and aimed at a moving hump of dirt coming toward his boulder.

Abernathys cry of Davis! No! arrived at the exact instant Davis fired, sending a pulsed beam of coherent, disruptive particles into the dirt mound. A screech emanated from the mound, followed by violent thrashing, followed by a sinister rumbling, followed by the ground of the cave erupting as dozens of worms suddenly burst from the dirt.

The pulse gun is ineffective against Borgovian Land Worms! Davis heard Science Officer Qeeng say over the unspeakable noise of the thrashing worms. The frequency of the pulse sends them into a frenzy. Ensign Davis has just called every worm in the area!

You couldnt have told me this before I fired? Davis wanted to scream. You couldnt have said, Oh, by the way, dont fire a pulse gun at a Borgovian Land Worm at our mission briefing? On the ship? At which we discussed landing on Borgovia? Which has fucking land worms?

Davis didnt scream this at Qeeng because he knew there was no way Qeeng would hear him, and besides it was already too late. Hed fired. The worms were in a frenzy. Somebody now was likely to die.

It was likely to be Ensign Davis.

Through the rumble and dust, Davis looked over at Abernathy, who was gazing back at him, concern furrowed into his brow. And then Davis was wondering when, if ever, Abernathy had ever spoken to him before this mission.

Oh, Abernathy must havehe and Davis father had been tight ever since the destruction of the Franklin. They were friends. Good friends. It was even likely that Abernathy had known Davis himself as a boy, and may have even pulled a few strings to get his friends son a choice berth on the Intrepid, the flagship of the Universal Union. The captain wouldnt have been able to spend any real time with Davisit wouldnt have done for the captain to show favoritism in the ranksbut surely they would have spoken. A few words here and there. Abernathy asking after Davis father, perhaps. Or on other away missions.

Davis was coming up with a blank.

Suddenly, the rumbling stopped. The worms, as quickly as they had gone into a frenzy, appeared to sidle back under the dirt. The dust settled.

Theyre gone! Davis heard himself say.