Lena : The Past Part 14

Here is part 14 of my Describli-prompt inspired story. This one came a lot easier than last week’s, and I’m happier with it. Which I’m very grateful to the muses for. 🙂

Part 15 here next week.

Oh, and if you want to read the earlier parts, click here.

Part 14

“Home? As in, you want to send him back to the woman with blue lips?” Zinna looked like she couldn’t believe Lena’s words.

“If that’s where he wants to go, yes.”

“You want to give back one of your enemies?”

“Where’s the harm in one man? He’s one of many. It will make no difference.”

“That’s not the point,” Zinna’s shoulders sagged, defeated. “I know you’re going to do this, regardless of what I say, but let’s do it carefully?”

“Of course,” Lena said. She had no wish to be injured, or put anyone in danger.

“Thank you.” The ‘let’s’ part of Zinna’s statement didn’t go unnoticed.

Zinna just shook her head and turned to the cupboard of medical supplies. “Let’s see if we can get him fixed up first. shall we?”

They worked on him for quite a while as he drifted in and out of consciousness. The injury to his stomach was the worst – a stab wound, made by something rough and jagged. It had just about clotted up by the time Lena and Zinna got to it, but he had lost a lot of blood. He also had a bruise covering most of his arm, and a fractured finger. A burn covered his left hand. “Laser burn,” Zinna said.

Cleaned up and bandaged, they medicated him with painkillers and anti-infection drugs. His finger they set using a small splint, then strapped his hand up. Between the burn on his left and the fracture on his right, he was going to need a lot of help functioning.

If he regained consciousness.

Zinna said she would sit and watch him while Lena checked in with Leo. Her brother had left soon after helping to carry the man to the infirmary. He had gone to the bridge, to see what state the rest of the ship was in.

“Call me if you need me,” Lena said on the way out of the room.

Zinna nodded, giving her a silent look.

Lena took that to mean she would and headed up to the bridge. She was aching to see it. She tried to reassure herself that if there was any serious damage Leo would have radioed down. If the radios were working.

He was sat at the central control panel, his usual seat. The screen above him was blank.

On the positive side, everything looked in one piece.

“Okay, what’s the damage?” she asked, standing behind him.

“We’ve got very little power,” he said. “I think there’s probably something wrong down in the engine room. Nothing seems broken up here. The shield’s working, as is life support, obviously.” He swung around to face her. “I was waiting for you or Zinna to take a look down below.”

“Zinna’s watching our,” she searched for an appropriate word, but the best she could come up with was, “guest. I’ll go and take a look. Do you want to come with?”

“Sure.” He got up and followed her across the bridge.

“Only, if you see any suspicious looking buttons, don’t press them this time.”
“I’m never going to live that down, am I?”


She was still a bit annoyed with him, but the bruises on his face that were only just starting to fade softened the emotion. It was a mistake he would learn from. They all made them, and they all learnt. Usually, anyway.

The engine room was dull, and quiet, compared to how it usually looked and sounded. It was subdued. Lena took a small torch from a box on the wall near the door. She flicked it on, and shone it at the central chamber that generated the power. The dials all read low. Just enough power was being generated to sustain basic functions. Not enough to move the ship, or sense their surroundings.

Across the room, the radio crackled into life. Lena turned from the dials and went to answer it. Zinna spoke on the other end. “It’s your man, he’s started to talk. Not that I’m sure he’s entirely concious, but he’s saying something about ‘it’s beyond the mountains’. Make any sense to you?”

Lena’s mind flashed back to the mountains the blue-lipped woman had sent her to, to retrieve the delat. Could there be a connection? “Not sure. We’ve got a problem with the engines, so take note of what he’s saying, and I’ll be with you as soon as I’ve figured out what’s going on down here.”

Zinna made a noise that meant she wasn’t happy. But she agreed. “Okay. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Later,” Lena said, then closed the connection. She turned back to the engine and its low dials, her mind on Zinna’s words. Were the man’s words significant? And if they were, what was beyond the mountain?

This week’s prompt: The mountains beyond


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