Cathedral by Michael Mangels (ebook reader color screen txt) 📕

he could actually offer at this point. The beam-out parameters were already set. The die had been cast. The operation would either save his friends or kill them. But at least he would have the opportunity first to bid them all farewell.

A privilege that Thriss had denied him.

Bowers felt his palms grow sweaty as he and Chief Jeannette Chao prepped the transporter console. Three of his colleagues—his friends—would shortly step onto the transporter pads and cast their fates to the whims of matter-stream physics that he didn’t even pretend to understand.

Give me a life-or-death tactical situation involving photon torpedoes over this any day.

He watched quietly as Shar and an environmental-suited Nog entered the room, carrying between them the artificial-environment tank in which the Dax symbiont floated. Silently, they mounted the transporter platform and placed the bulky container onto one of the pads before stepping back down toward the console. Nog and Shar immediately began double-checking the settings Bowers had just entered, too preoccupied even to exchange greetings with him. Bowers didn’t take it as an insult.

Ezri walked in with Dr. Bashir trudging beside her, both of them already clad in their EV suits, carrying their helmets at their sides. Ezri looked fairly anxious, which was to be expected. But the expression on the doctor’s face gave Bowers pause. Though his eyes were huge and fearful, Bowers thought he could see a bedrock of courage in them as well.

Either he’s made out of some pretty stern stuff, or he’s not smart enough anymore to understand the danger he’s about to step into. Still, Bowers wondered if Ezri was the one drawing emotional strength from Bashir, rather than the reverse.

Suddenly Bowers’s vision was overcome by an intense assault. His eyes blinked furiously, but he could see nothing but white for several seconds. “What the hell was that?” he shouted, his vision slowly returning.

Still blinking through tearing eyes, Bowers could see Chao shaking her head as if to clear it. Shar had his tricorder out and was slowly turning in a semicircle as he scanned. “That appeared to be another quantum effect,” he said, his antennae probing forward. “It was a sudden release of photons from other-dimensional space, caused by the shuttle crew’s rapidly oscillating quantum signatures.”

“I went someplace else again,” Ezri said, evidently unwilling to supply any details. She rubbed at her eyes with a thumb and forefinger.

“Me, too,” Nog said, sounding anxious.

Bashir was silent, looking more bewildered than fearful.

“According to the ship’s combadge monitors, you all vanished for almost one-point-five seconds,” Shar said.

“I’ll take that flash of light to mean that we’ve come to the end of our, um, dimensional tether,” Nog said, his dazzled eyes still blinking rapidly. He patted the phaser on the side of his EV suit, evidently to reassure himself that it was still there. “We’d better get to the pads. Now.”

Ezri paused long enough to check her own phaser, then gingerly escorted Bashir onto the platform, helping him don his helmet and then putting on her own. She and Nog took turns checking the seals on all three EV suits. Then they took their places on pads flanking Dax’s container, with Ezri standing beside Bashir. After Nog took a moment to confirm that the subspace transponder mounted on the symbiont’s transport pod was operating, he signaled to Chief Chao that the away team was ready.

“Good luck,” Shar said from beside the console. To Bowers’s ear, it sounded more like a farewell.

Taking a deep breath, Chao energized the transporter. “Confirm activation of first transporter relay,” she said. “It’s transmitting its signal, beaming a second relay to the next Oort-cloud body in the sequence.”

“Beam us out,” Ezri said.

“Godspeed,” Bowers whispered as the beam engulfed the four shapes on the platform.

Vaughn clutched the arms of the captain’s chair so tightly that his fingers had grown numb. On the viewer before him was spread a velvet-black sky, bejeweled with countless points of light. In the left foreground drifted a computer-enhanced image of an icy, potato-shaped cometary body. To its right was a tactical image of the alien cathedral.

“The transporter beam’s away,” said Tenmei from the conn console, her voice businesslike and rock-steady.

“Passive scans confirm the beam has struck the first cometary body in the sequence,” said T’rb, leaning forward over the science console. “The first transporter relay has redirected the beam precisely toward the next body in the line. And the away team’s beam is right behind it.”

For a seeming eternity, T’rb gave a running commentary as each new transporter relay appeared on a comet body closer to the artifact’s position, followed in each instance a moment later by the arrival and retransmission of the away team’s transporter beam. Reduced to a coherent stream of energetic particles, the Sagan’ s crew was slowly working its way in an indirect, caroming zigzag pattern across a gulf of trackless space some ten million kilometers wide. With more than a little awe, Vaughn calculated that Nog and Shar had increased the transporter’s range by a factor of about twenty-five.

“How’s the signal attenuation, T’rb?” said John Candlewood from a secondary upper-bridge science console.

“Acceptable,” T’rb said, his voice and manner bereft of their usual jocularity. “So far.”

Moments later, Candlewood announced that the away team had just cleared the final relay—and that their transporter beam had finally reached the alien cathedral.

“Awaiting the combadge signals confirming beam-in, Captain,” Ensign Merimark said from the tactical station. Vaughn knew that the same relay network that had sent the away team would also carry their combadge signals after the materialization had been completed.

Long moments elapsed, time slowly piling up in drifts around Vaughn. What had surely been half a minute or less since the beam-out had begun seemed to be taking hours. We can’t have failed. We can’t have come this far only to scatter their molecules across the outskirts of some gods-forsaken Gamma Quadrant system.

“Anything, Mr. Merimark?” Vaughn said, his voice scarcely above a whisper. The relief tactical officer turned in her seat to face him with a stricken