Reclamation

Kelat glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. Another crab emerged from 4B.

"Seal that," he ordered, not caring who obeyed. Observe the proprieties, go through the motions, he told himself. This has got to be Jahidh. Why didn't that fool boy get a message to me first?

Maybe because it's not Jahidh, whispered a treacherous thought in the back of his mind.

The new crab jumped to the floor and scampered for the chamber's entranceway, which was sealed by an airtight membrane.

"Blood of my ancestors!" cried someone.

The first crab was scraping the casing off the comm terminal. It scrabbled six of its legs against the metallic panels. A shower of silver dust fell to the floor and, in a few seconds, it created a five-centimeter-wide hole that bared the first layer of fiber optics.

"No Witnesses are available," said a voice through Kelat's disk. "The settlement is experiencing a security emergency." So are we, thought Kelat ridiculously. "Orders will be rel…" A Beholden thrust his hands into a pair of sterile gloves and reached for the crab at the comm terminal.

"No!" shouted Kelat, but the Beholden had already lifted the thing up. Its legs flailed helplessly in the air as he carried it toward 4B. The Engineers had a layer of polymer film almost stretched across it.

"Blood!" Bio-tech Holrosh pointed toward the entrance, and Kelat looked almost involuntarily. The second crab had pressed itself against the threshold and hooked its legs into the membrane.

"Suits!" Kelat snatched his helmet off the rack by the wall. A crab scuttled by his feet, heading straight for the comm terminal. Jahidh, you are overreaching yourself…

Someone screamed. Kelat slammed his helmet over his head and closed the seal, just soon enough to see the Beholden who'd picked up the crab engulfed by a blur of blue-grey gel.

"Val!" cried another Beholden, reaching toward him. The gel writhed for a moment and then, slowly, relentlessly, began sinking back into the floor.

Kelat grabbed the Beholden's hands and forced them down.

"Suits!" he bawled straight at the Beholden's face. Kelat grabbed a helmet off the rack and shoved it against the Beholden's chest, backing him away from his lost colleague. He kept picking up helmets and tossing them to whoever was closest, regardless of rank. The membrane over the entrance was supposed to be self-repairing, but the crab had made a hole in it that was already big enough for Kelat to hear the hiss of escaping air.

A lifetime of training was getting the Beholden into their helmets and gloves. A third crab climbed straight through the polymer seal over the 4B tank. The ragged edges of the film fluttered into the tank. The polymer disappeared into the gel like the Beholden had disappeared into the floor.

The first crab was back at the comm terminal, scraping away at the casing again. No dust piled up on the floor.

Kelat locked the seals on his suit and pressed the emergency call button on his wrist terminal. Even if this was Jahidh's doing, it was still Kelat's job to get his team out of harm's way. It was not part of the Imperialists' plans to take more Vitae lives than necessary. "This is Station thirty-seven, we have an…"

"Station thirty-seven, report your personnel complement and make your way to Shuttle Pad eighteen," came the response. "Do not, under any circumstances, touch the bio-artifacts."

"Understood." A rush of relief filled him. The team could get out of here. Not one of them was an Imperialist known to him. He couldn't relay orders to Jahidh and the others in front of them. "We are a complement of eight Beholden, one Bio-tech, two Engineers, and myself." He rattled off their names as fast as he could. As soon as he received the acknowledgment, he opened the general lines to his team. "We're under orders to evacuate. Shuttle Pad eighteen. Walk quickly. Don't touch the bio-artifacts."

The Beholden grabbed hands, partnering up like they'd all been taught as children. In a quick march they stepped through the doorway. The crab ignored them. It kept tearing at the membrane. A third and fourth crab had found the air processor and had their claws into the hoses. The holes grew as if eaten by acid. A fifth crab hopped out of the tank and hurried to help chew away at the comm terminal.

The Engineers snatched up their personal terminals and dived out through the tattered membrane.

The Bio-tech hadn't moved.

"Evacuate, Holrosh," said Kelat. "Let's go.'"

"The artifact," he replied doggedly. "We can't leave it." His hands danced across the tank's control boards. "Help me get it into the support capsule."

"We will get another." A sixth crab had emerged from the tank. It scrambled straight toward the analysis pads that the Engineers had laid against the chamber's far wall.