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SEQUELS TO THIS BOOK

The Andromeda Burn

The Andromeda Seed

Return to Andromeda

The Andromeda Trial

The atmosphere in the large court-room felt cold to the young woman

after the warmth of the cell. Standing with her head high, facing the

judge, she felt that the whole world was watching her; it probably was

in view of the notoriety of the case, particularly as it came hot on

the the heels of the much-publicised Andromeda Trial. As the whisper of

voices died away, and the TV cameras zoomed in on him, the judge opened

the papers in front of him and cleared his throat.

‘Cassiopeia Hardy, you stand here today accused of the wilful murder

of Colonel Dwight Phillips of the United Forces. How do you plead?’

Cassi hesitated but for a second, her short, natural golden hair

reflecting the lights high in the ceiling recesses. ‘Guilty!’

‘You have also been charged with conspiracy to murder..’ he consulted

his notes; ‘a Lieutenant Gregory Watson, Captain Willi Humboldt, and

Sergeant Stefan Whitaker, all serving members of the United Forces. How

do you plead on these charges?’

No hesitation this time. ‘Guilty!’

A murmur ran around the court room. Many people had tried to

eliminate this woman and here, it seemed, the establishment was

accomplishing what they had failed to do on so many occasions.

‘Before we consider any mitigating circumstances, I would like to

hear a review of the evidence against the accused.’ He looked at the

prosecutor. ‘If you would be so kind, Mr Adams.’

The Counsel for the Prosecution got to his feet, clearly without his

usual confidence. ‘My Lord, in view of the circumstances, I shall be

reasonably brief. The evidence against the Mrs Hardy consists solely of

her voluntary confession taken by one of my colleagues. It is somewhat

lengthy but, in it, she admits to the premeditated murder, and

conspiracy to murder, of the aforementioned deceased persons on

Thursday the third of July, nineteen-ninety-seven.’ He sat down.

The judge was dumfounded. ‘There are no witnesses?’

‘No, my Lord.’

‘No other evidence?’

‘None, my Lord.’

‘Not even circumstantial?’

The Prosecutor shook his head. ‘No, my Lord. And, in view of the

period of time which has passed, the gathering of forensic evidence is

no longer possible.’

‘Were the bodies not available for post-mortem?’

‘No, my Lord. The bodies have not been recovered.’

The judge leant forward. ‘You wouldn’t be trying to make a fool of

me, would you, Mr Adams?’

The prosecuting counsel swallowed and hurriedly shook his head. ‘No,

my Lord.’

There was silence for some time before the judge looked straight at

the defendant over the top of his prinz-nez. ‘Young lady, if I may be

so bold, how old are you?’

‘Twenty-two, sir.’

He stared at her for some time before turned to his clerk. ‘This is

not April Fool’s Day, is it?’

The clerk, clearly embarrassed, shook his head. ‘No, my Lord.’

The judge slowly leant back in his big chair which creaked a little -

he was a big judge. ‘Veyr well, gentlemen. I am intrigued and, for that

reason, will go along with this for the time being. But, first of all,

I will need a very convincing explanation as to how this young lady,

who is by her own admission, twenty-two years of age, could have

committed these alleged crimes which took place almost twenty-four

years ago - two years before she was born.’

——  ——

Thirty-five year old Antoinette Duchanet looked up from her word

processor as the navy blue and grey fourtrack drew into the car park

with a squeal of tyres. On the driver’s door was the logo of the Europa

Space Corporation. As she watched out of the window at the younger

woman who jumped down, she reached out and pressed a button on her

desk. ‘Your wife has arrived, Marshal.’

‘I’m on my way,’ came the reply from the intercom.

The outer door swung open and the newcomer seemed to sail into the

room, dressed in a short white pleated skirt and tank-top which

contrasted well with her flawless suntanned skin. The secretary smiled

a genuine smile to her. ‘Good Morning, Mrs Hardy. Mike will be down in

a moment. Won’t you take a seat?’

Cassi smiled. ‘Thanks. How is Nicole?’

‘Fine. Her father has taken her to Switzerland for a couple of weeks

to convalesce.’

‘That’s good. She deserves a rest after all she’s been through.’

The inner door opened and a dark-haired man in his mid-thirties

strode in and and hugged his wife briefly. ‘You’re wanted upstairs.’

Cassi looked puzzled. ‘When?’

‘Immediately. Something has come up.’

She glanced down at her attire, fresh from tennis and sunbathing in

the garden. ‘But I’m hardly dressed appropriately to meet with the

Directorate. Let me at least get changed into something more suitable.’

Mike took her arm and guided her towards the wide stairway. ‘No time

for that. Alan has got some important visitors who need your help right

away.’

A plea for a clue in the direction of the receptionist brought

nothing but a shrug of ignorance as Cassi was propelled up the stairs.

At the top, they went along a corridor until they reached the door

marked “ boardroom” . Mike knocked.

‘Come in,’ came the instant reply and Cassi found herself standing at

the head of a long table around which sat half a dozen people, all

staring at her. Nervously, she attempted to pull down her top to cover

her bare midriff as she felt half naked in front of so many well-

dressed people. Alan Thompson, Director of the Europa Corporation,

stood up and smiled his greeting, gesturing towards the empty chair

beside him.

Apprehension filled Cassi as she walked down the long room. On the

way, she silently greeted the individuals she knew: Professor Heinrich

Akherd of the Rocket Propulsion Unit; Hans Bartek, inventor of the

Proton Drive; Natasha Ralentov, Chief Executive of the Orion Space

Station. In addition to these were two individuals whom she did not

recognise. One, a balding man in his late fifties, stared at her over

his glasses, clearly disapproving of her appearance. The other,

slightly younger man was sitting back in his chair, his face totally

expressionless. Cassi sat down where indicated, wondering what it was

that was so important on this sunny July afternoon.

‘I would like you to meet Doctor Maximilian Schmidt of the Zurich

Academy of Science and Technology.’ He pointed to the older man who’s

nod was barely discernable. ‘And his assistant Doctor Henri Martin.’

Not even a nod from this one.

The Director waved his hand in the opposite direction. ‘And this is

our Senior Training Officer, Cassiopeia Hardy.’

Cassi tried to smile but it felt false, even to her.

‘Mrs Hardy,’ the Director continued; ‘is training the crews for the

Wayfarer space cruisers. How is it coming along, Cassi?’

‘Almost finished, sir. Janine has taken them all in Wayfarer One to

Lascelles Base for evaluation. They should all be back at Orion Space

Station within the hour. After debriefing, the shuttle will have them

down by tonight.’

‘That’s good. We may need to use one or two of them for a little

project which has been proposed.’

Cassi frowned. ‘A project?’

‘Is there not someone more suitable?’ interjected Doctor Schmidt.

‘This girl is far too young for what I am suggesting. She looks no more

than a child and seems to have little experience in either life or the

practical application of the sciences.’

Cassi felt the beginnings of anger start and felt her cheeks redden

in embarrassment. She started to lean forward but felt a restraining

hand on her arm. The bearded man next to her winked and pursed his

lips. Cassi relaxed.

‘Mrs Hardy is our most experienced astronaut,’ the Director was

saying in her defence. ‘I would go so far as to say that, without her,

the current programme would be grounded and what you are proposing

would be impossible.’

‘Just what is it that is being proposed?’ asked Cassi quietly.

For almost a minute, the older scientist stared at her for daring to

speak.

‘You would not understand,’ he said eventually.

‘Try me.’

‘My company...’ He paused. ‘...my research organisation, is proposing

to experiment with time. We have heard that Wayfarer One went back in

time on her last trip. We wish to evaluate the data and...’

‘Wayfarer is not a time machine, Herr Schmidt,’ Cassi interrupted.

‘But it did go back in time, didn’t it?’

‘Not meaningfully.’

‘Perhaps I could help,’ suggested the elderly gentleman beside Cassi.

‘I have studied the data brought back by Wayfarer in her computer and

have reached some staggering conclusions.’

‘Such as?’

‘That at a speed approaching that of light, time dilation occurs.’

‘Of course,’ the scientist sneered. ‘We worked that out in the

nineteen-nineties.’

‘But what was not worked out at that time was that upon reaching the

speed of light, a reversal occurs. Time is compressed quite

dramatically. On the first Wayfarer voyages, they flew to Andromeda and

back, a distance each way of over two million light years, in just four

weeks.’

‘How sure are you that this incredible trip took place?’

‘I have seen the data log on both ships. There is no doubt

whatsoever. Massive time compression takes place upon exceeding light

speed. And the faster you go, the greater the compression.’

‘At what point does time actually stand still?’

‘The precise calculus is not yet available, but it is believed to be

around fifty thousand times the speed of light. Commander Duncan, in

Wayfarer Two, reached a speed of just over eighty-thousand times the

speed of light.’

‘And went back how far in time?’

‘Five years.’

‘Over what time period?’

‘Seventy-five years, and over a distance of four and a half million

light years.’

‘And this latest trip to Andromeda?’

‘They exceeded a quarter of a million times light speed and went back

twenty-five years.’

‘So, technically, it should be possible to take off today and return

twenty-five years ago.’

‘Theoretically, yes.’

‘Why only theoretically?’

‘Because it has never been done. Each time, the crew made a point of

returning after they had left, never before.’

‘Why not?’

Professor Akherd shrugged. ‘Think of the repercussions. It would be

grossly unethical to try to rearrange past events. Who knows what

disasters could happen as a result.’

‘Or benefits, perhaps,’ said Doctor Martin, speaking for the first

time.

‘Benefits?’

‘Preventing a past war, for example. Taking back in time the cure for

a disease now eradicated.’

‘We are scientists,’ said the professor quietly. ‘We must not attempt

to play God.’

Doctor Martin laughed. ‘My colleague and I are merely suggesting an

exploratory mission, just to see if such a thing is possible. We have

no intention of changing history.’

Cassi thought for a moment. ‘Just how far are you proposing to go

back in time?’

The scientist shrugged. ‘Just a few years–enough to prove the point

one way or the other.’

‘It could be very dangerous.’

Doctor Schmidt interrupted angrily. ‘You are making excuses. We all

know that space travel has now been rendered safe.’

‘It’s not the going that is the problem,’ replied Cassi carefully.

She looked straight at him. ‘It’s the coming back.’

‘The coming back?’

Cassi nodded. ‘If we are not expected, we will not be welcome,

especially if our means of transport has not yet been invented.’

‘But I thought...’

‘Just imaging the repercussions of a strange craft turning up

unexpectedly at almost any time during the latter part of the last

century. In the middle of a cold war, someone is quite likely to shoot

first and ask questions afterwards.’

‘So we arrange to get there in peacetime. It’s easy.’

‘Not necessarily,’ interjected the Director. ‘Don’t forget that the

Wayfarer space cruisers cannot land on Earth, or any other planet for

that matter. Someone would have to take a shuttle down to the surface

to prove the point one way or the other. Such a visit is not likely to

go unnoticed, certainly not during the last hundred years or so.’

‘Then what would you suggest?’

‘I recommend that I inform Admiral Duncan on the Orion Space Station

what is going on and that Wayfarer One will be returning from a mission

tomorrow. Then, we wait a few years and eventually come back in time as

arranged. You will be expected and, therefore, not destroyed by the

Earth defence systems.’

‘We cannot wait,’ said the scientist. ‘We must know immediately.’ He

looked accusingly at Cassi. ‘There are others who would use the

arrangement for their own ends. We must find out if it can be

done...and then plug the loopholes so that time travel cannot be

misused.’

Cassi shrugged. ‘I admire your motives. But rather you than me.’

‘You do not think it feasible?’

‘Oh, it’s feasible all right. It’s whether it’s entirely ethical or

not which bothers me.’

‘That’s what they said about space travel in the first place,’ he

sneered. ‘And rail travel before that. History shows that we humans are

extremely short sighted.’

‘I’ll agree with you there. When do you plan to go?’

‘Within a few days, if possible.’

Cassi turned to the Director. ‘Have you made any decisions about the

crew?’

Alan Thompson smiled. ‘I was going to leave that up to you. You are,

after all, the Training Officer.’

‘What is the normal complement?’ asked Doctor Schmidt.

‘Nine, in three shifts of three,’ said the Director. ‘Originally,

however, it was planned that the crew would be away for anything up to

six years at a time, so this had to cover them for any emergency. Now

that the full potential of the Proton Drive has been realised, a

smaller complement would suffice.’ He turned to Cassi. ‘Any

suggestions?’

‘You have a choice of two for pilot. Janine Hunt already has her

wings and Paul Andrews is about to sit his finals.’

‘If you had to stake your life on oneof them, which would it be?’

‘Janine, without hesitation. She has already made a dozen successful

solo trips to Mars and has also proved herself capable of handling the

shuttle in adverse conditions.’

The Director nodded his agreement. ‘Navigation Officer?’

Cassi shrugged. ‘If necessary, I could do that myself. It is my job,

after all.’

He shook his head decisively. ‘I don’t want you going as Navigation

Officer.’

She was a little taken-aback but hid her shock well. ‘Then there is

only Carla Sporetti who is fully qualified. None of the males has come

up to scratch.’

‘Okay. Engineer?’

Cassi thought for a moment. ‘I’ll have to let you know on that one.

Bob Walker would have been my obvious choice, but he’s away on Mars

until the end of the month.’

‘Medic?’

‘Juanita is the best all-rounder. She has the experience as well as

the skill. However, she’s on honeymoon.’

‘What kind of an organisation are you running here?’ asked Doctor

Schmidt. ‘Half your staff seem to be gallivanting all over the place.’

‘Bob and Juanita are away together,’ said Cassi patiently. She longed

to reach over and bop him one on his big nose but restrained herself

with some difficulty. ‘They were married on Saturday and are spending

their honeymoon traversing the Martian South Pole. They will be out of

radio contact for several weeks.’

‘So we have to be lumbered with second best, I suppose.’

‘Not at all. You can always postpone your expedition till they get

back.’

‘Do you have a substitute for this Doctor...?’

‘Carerra,’ said Cassi. ‘Now Doctor Walker, of course. I will come

back to you tomorrow with a suitable alternative in case you insist on

leaving before her return.’

‘What about the other crew members?’ asked the scientist. ‘Who does

the cooking and the cleaning?’

‘The crew share those duties on a rota basis,’ interjected the

Director. ‘There are neither chiefs nor indians on board a Wayfarer. In

any case, there are only ten cryonic chambers. If we reduce the crew to

five or six, there will still be room for yourselves and two research

assistants.’ When neither of the scientists replied, he looked round at

the other members of the Directorate. ‘Anything more to add?’

The others shook their heads. There was much to think about.

The Director smiled at Cassi. ‘Thank you, my dear. Would you please

inform Janine and Carla of the idea in principle and see if they are

prepared to volunteer. Remember that this trip is, to all intents and

purposes, not happening.’

Cassi stood up. ‘Of course. I will also let you know about medic and

engineer if I can come up with anyone suitable.’

When she had gone, Doctor Schmidt protested. ‘Why on earth do you

take counsel from that...girl?’

The Director shrugged. ‘Why not? She is, as I said earlier, our most

experienced astronaut.’

There was silence for a moment. ‘And another thing. This Admiral

Duncan on Orion. How do you know you can trust him? Wasn’t there some

rumour about him having brought back some strange kind of an alien

creature from Andromeda? Is this true?’

‘Perfectly true.’

‘I think that before we can make any decision as to his integrity, we

must meet and evaluate this alien.’

The Director smiled. ‘But you just did.’

——  ——

Mike Hardy greeted his wife with a sly grin as she strode into his

office at Europoort Space Terminal. ‘And what was all that about?’

‘Some team of nutty scientists wants to play with time.’

‘That could be dodgy. Forwards or backwards?’

‘It would have to be backwards. There is no way of going forwards.’

‘There must be, or what would be the point of going backwards if you

could never come back to your proper time?’

‘It’s called the waiting game. We did it on the way back from

Andromeda.’

‘Waiting game?’

She nodded. ‘The crew fly fast enough to break the time barrier, do

what they have to do, and then simply wait till time catches up with

itself. In the case of Mad Max and his gang, they would have to repeat

our last journey to Andromeda so they could arrive back here anything

up to fifty years ago. When they have done their thing, they go back

into space with Wayfarer and wait until they come back to the correct

time.’

Mike frowned. ‘Why do they have to go to Andromeda? Can’t they just

fly round in orbit for a while?’

Cassi shook her head and laughed. ‘They’d never get up sufficient

velocity. Besides, it would be too dangerous to spend all that time

within the Solar System. The radiation would fry their brains.’ She

smiled. ‘Which would probably be an improvement as far as Doctor

Schmidt is concerned.’

‘But Orion Space Station has people on board all the time. How come

they are not affected?’

‘Orion doesn’t have to go anywhere, so it can carry substantial

radiation shielding. The Wayfarers have to be maneouvrable so they

cannot protect themselves, or their crews, to the same degree.’

‘There must be somewhere safe nearby without having to fly all the

way to Andromeda and back.’

‘I’m afraid not. The Earth is protected by its atmosphere or all life

would be long dead. The only other relatively safe place is in the void

between the galaxies. The crew wouldn’t have to stop at Andromeda, of

course. Iris could be programmed to fly round Andromeda and come back

in a kind of figure-of-eight.’

‘What about the return trip to our own time?’

‘Same trip again but they wouldn’t have to go all the way to

Andromeda.’

‘I thought that once you left our galaxy, there was no turning back.’

‘There isn’t. You can’t turn in space like they used to in the old

cult Star Trek movies. However, at a slower speed, a parabolic

trajectory could be plotted which would swing the ship round the

outside of our own galaxy and bring them back in at the right time.’

Mike grinned. ‘With luck.’

‘As far as space travel is concerned, there is no such thing as luck.

In astrophysics, it’s called planning.’

‘Who are you sending as crew?’

‘If I had my way, a set of androids. But as it is, it looks as if I

shall have to send Janine and Carla. All I need to find to go with them

is an engineer and a medic.’

‘Who will be in command?’ said Mike with a sly grin.

Cassi frowned. ‘What do you know that I don’t?’

He opened the top drawer in his desk and took out a buff envelope. He

handed it to her. She stared at it for some time. It was addressed to

“ Mission Commander Cassiopeia Hardy” .

She opened it carefully while her husband watched her. He let her

read for a while and then said; ‘Well?’

‘We’re not going to take Wayfarer One.’ She looked up. ‘We’re taking

Wayfarer Three.’

‘Is that good?’

‘She has never been flown. It’ll be her maiden voyage.’

‘I hear she’s an improvement on the others.’

Cassi nodded. ‘Same shell, of course, but with smaller food storage

bays because of the reduced time-scales. There are better observation

areas, and the shuttle can be launched from within the loading bay

instead of having to ride piggy-back.’

‘Faster?’

‘Not much. There is, after all, a limit to how fast a ship can

accelerate.’

‘Because of the drive?’

‘No. Because of molecular degradation.’

‘What’s that when it’s at home?’

‘Everything is made up of electrons in one form or another. Confuse

them by going too fast and matter can become unsteady in state. The

ship, and everything in it, could be transformed into a kind of

plasmatic jelly.’

‘What flavour?’

Cassi laughed. ‘Something which tastes pretty disgusting, I expect.’

‘Did you say you were short of a couple of crew?’

‘You can’t come, you’re needed here.’

‘I don’t want to come, thank you very much. I was thinking of Debbie

and Sarah.’

‘Debbie, I can understand. She trained as a paramedic. But why Sarah?

The last thing I need on this trip is a marine commando.’

Mike laughed. ‘Sarah’s not that bad. She breeds cats.’

‘Those “ cats” you refer to are fully-grown black panthers. I don’t

know why her parents let her get away with it.’

‘Uncle Roger and Aunt Liz fought the Consortium in France. My cousin

was brought up in a war zone. She could drive by the time she was six

and shoot a semi-automatic before she was eight. It’s not surprising

that she grew up a bit on the tough side.’

‘A bit on the tough side? Miss Rambo might have the prettiest face in

Europoort, but her innocent exterior doesn’t fool me. Your cousin is as

tough as old boots.’ She paused. ‘Besides, what does she know about

engineering?’

‘She can fix almost anything and make it work. She’s had to many

times over the years.’

‘How about a leaky Proton Drive?’

‘If you had one, what would you do with it?’

‘Run like hell. Antimatter plays havoc with my complexion.’

‘So, in reality, if anything went seriously wrong, there’s nothing

anyone could do without a complete refit.’

‘I suppose not.’

‘I’d be happier if you had Sarah with you.’

Cassi paused thoughtfully. ‘On one condition.’

‘What’s that?’

‘No guns.’

‘No what?’

‘No guns. This is a peaceful scientific expedition. I’m not having

stray projectiles punching holes in the hull of my nice new spaceship.’

——  ——

Cassi made only one stop on her way home. Fifteen minutes later, she

arrived at the farm and switched off the engine. She turned to her

fourteen-year-old step-daughter whom she had picked up from school.

‘You’re very quiet today, Maggie. Is anything wrong?’

The teenager quickly opened the car door and stepped out. ‘No, it’s

nothing I can’t handle.’

Cassi followed her inside, frowning at the sight of a slight limp.

She didn’t say anything more but simply greeted the baby-sitters and

took seven-month-old Andi in her arms. ‘You can go if you like.’

‘It’s okay,’ said the male security officer. ‘I have very strict

orders to wait for Mike.’

There was obviously to be no repetition of the events during the

Andromeda Trial. The young woman with him smiled her agreement. Cassi

sighed. Were they going to need this kind of protection for the rest of

their lives? Perhaps that is why she liked space travel. It was a lot

safer than living on Earth.

Noticing that Maggie had gone straight to her room, Cassi left the

baby in her high chair, excused herself, and went into the hall. On the

telephone table was Maggie’s homework. She picked it up and began to

climb the stairs when she dropped one of the books. It fell open.

Scrawled across the fly-leaf in blood red felt-tip pen were the words

in a strange handwriting: “ My step-mother is an alien.”

Without knocking, she went into Maggie’s room and softly closed the

door behind her. For several minutes, she waited for her step-daughter

to explain her mood. When she didn’t, she spoke quietly. ‘Take off your

dress.’

Maggie frowned. ‘What?’

‘Take off your dress.’

With trembling fingers, Maggie unbuttoned her school dress and

dropped it onto the bed. Cassi gently turned her round and carefully

examined her bare back. Eventually, she hooked her finger into the top

of the girl’s knicker elastic and looked inside. ‘Who did this to you?’

‘It’s nothing, mum, honest.’

‘It’s a very big, blue nothing. Your bottom is covered in bruises.’

‘I daren’t say anything. They’ll kill me.’

‘I think “ kill” is an overstatement–but I know what you mean.’

Maggie gaped. ‘You do?’

‘I know about bullies. It’s a concept unique to human civilisation.

What did they do to you?’

‘They attacked me when I was in the shower.’

‘Boys or girls?’

Maggie looked down. ‘I promised not to tell.’

‘I need to know whether this is sexual or physical abuse.’

‘It was some of girls in my class. They tied my hands to the shower

rail above my head and then took turns at beating me with table-tennis

bats.’

‘Which girls was it?’

‘I don’t know. They wrapped a towel around my head so I couldn’t see

them.’

‘There must be something which could identify them–a voice, perhaps.’

‘It was difficult because they were laughing all the time.’

‘Try.’

‘I did recognise one voice. It was Maria Braanson.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes. After they had all had enough, she told them to stand clear.’

‘Was she trying to help you?’

Maggie shook her head and then looked down in shame. ‘She took

photographs of me. She said she wanted the whole school to see....’ She

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