#10
Emergency
The klaxons shrieked through the corridors, making Crewman Rouge drop his screwdriver into the electrical circuit, “what the…” he muttered to himself.
“Emergency, Emergency, all crewmates come to the cafeteria immediately, Emergency!”
Rouge watched the robots busying about their tasks as normal, moving out of his way as he jogged through the lower engine bay, passing the security office and into the cafeteria where he could see 8 of his colleagues stood around the centre. “What’s going on?” he asked.
Crewman Verte responded, “There’s been a murder, I found Jaune in navigation, her neck snapped viciously.”
“Oh my goodness,” Crewman Violette cried. “Did you see anybody suspicious?”
“No, they were alone. Was anyone nearby?” Verte queried.
“I was in electrics,” Rouge responded.
All the others confirmed where they had been; admin, upper engines, security, med-bay, o2, storage, mostly alone but sometimes in pairs.
“Could there be a stowaway?” asked Noire.
“We need to search the ship! Stay in pairs, except one group, which will be of three. We will report back here in one hour, split up and look everywhere,” ordered Commander Marron.
The teams separated, setting off in different directions, Rouge went with Blanche, as they worked together in electrics. Walking from area to area, they searched high and low, opening doors, cabinets, and searching under tables.
Suddenly, the doors slammed shut, trapping them in admin, just as the lights cut out, they held on to each other, frantically working on the door. Rouge managed to jimmy the door open, and he and Blanche made their way towards electrics, the darkness making it difficult to navigate, as they held onto each other. Their flashlights making limited difference to the pitch blackness engulfing them.
The door to electrics was also shut, and from within they heard a scream, “No, Noire is dead, hey, who is that, arghhhhh!!!!” followed by a loud thud, then eery silence.
Commander Marron was stood outside with Violette, “Get that door opened?” she ordered to Rouge.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Rouge began working on the doorway immediately, opening it within seconds. As they flow into the room they hear a noise to the rear, behind a shelving unit, a ear-splitting screeching of metal.
The four crewmates rush around, flashlights searching everywhere and they see a vent slam shut before locking from within. Rouge knelt down, attacking the vent with his screwdriver, but to no avail.
“We need the lights back on, now,” ordered Marron.
Blanche already had the panel open, and was flipping switches to bring the lights back on, and so too the communication array. As soon as it went green Marron spoke into the intercom, “All Crewmates, come to electrics immediately.”
Violette knelt next to the bodies of Noire and Verte, checking pulses, looking for any chance to save her two friends. Looking up to Marron she shook her head sadly, tears pouring down her cheeks.
They heard running footsteps from outside, and Bleu, Gris, and Rose turned the corner together, out of breath. “What happened? The lights went out while we were checking the reactor and we lost each other until the lights returned,” Gris announced.
“Noire and Verte are dead,” Marron intoned, “murdered by somebody using the vents to move around unseen. We were together outside, while you three were together in reactor, so who could it be?”
“Could it be a rogue droid?” asked Gris.
“No, they are programmed never to hurt a human, it is hardwired into them, they literally cannot alter that program,” replied Rouge.
“It must be one of you three,” Blanche accused, starring at the new arrivals, “we need to work out which one. Verte was stabbed, so one of them will have blood on them. Show us your hands, all of you.”
“What are you saying Blanche, I’ve done nothing,” exclaimed Bleu.
“Blanche is right. Sadly, one of you would appear to be responsible, show me your hands, all of you,” ordered Marron.
The three stood forward, hands outstretched, as Marron looked at them carefully, looking for any specks of blood, but nothing was to be seen. Rouge tapped the Commander gently on her shoulder, “the vents will be dirtier and dusty. Look at Rose’s knees and elbows.”
“Rose, put your hands against the wall, legs apart, do not move,” Marron ordered pushing Rose towards the wall, where he stood shoulders tight. Marron checked carefully up and down his body, but found nothing, other than his backpack. He opened the bag, and looked inside. An 18-inch blade was inside, blood drying on it.
“That isn’t mine, it has been planted, the bags were all on the floor in the reactor. I’ve been set up, somebody planted it on me,” Rose roared, trying to turn around.
Marron pushed Rose back round, “What can we do with him? We don’t have a brig.”
“He’s killed three people,” Gris stated, “he cannot be allowed to stay on board.”
“What do you suggest?”
“On Earth, he would be on death row. Let’s push him out the airlock,” Bleu replied.
The argument on how to deal with Rose continued for an hour, but eventually ended in a vote, which ended 4-2 in favour of the airlock. They marched him to it, as he screamed and fought, denying his involvement in the crime all the way. Even as the inner airlock door slammed closed he was praying to them, begging them to believe him, tears running down his face. As the outer airlock opened his body was forced out by the escaping air, freezing as it floated away.
The others returned to the cafeteria, and sat in silence, quietly contemplating what had occurred that day. Life slowly returned to normal over the following weeks, until Rouge walked around a corner to finding Commander Marron hanging from a doorway, fear etched on her dead face. As Rouge moved to free her, a noise behind him made him turn to see Gris thrusting a knife towards his face…