Greetings from Europa – Seventeenth Transmission: Crash Site

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When NASA first introduced its latest rocket design, the Intergalactic Space Vessel Expediter, and proposed the manned fact-finding mission to Saturn, Alexander Edwards leapt at the opportunity, and former astronaut John C. Roberge backed his play.

Edwards, Eddie to his friends and colleagues, was an AsCan, an astronaut candidate, when he first came on Roberge’s radar. He was bottom of his class and written off as a wash-out, but Roberge saw something in Edwards, a drive, a determination, an unlucky kid who needed a break. So, Roberge took the kid under his wing and watched Edwards bust his hump to rise from last place to top of his class.

Roberge himself was sent to NASA Mission Control Center, located in Houston, Texas, when he was promoted to Capsule Communicator, or CAPCOM, for the Saturn Mission.

The astronauts who successfully made the vetting process were:

  • Dr. Georgina Douglas, physician, surgeon, and biologist.
  • Mr. Leon Powell, executive officer, second pilot, astrogator, astrophysicist, and photographer.
  • Dr. Faith Perkins, biochemist, and hydroponicist.
  • Dr. Ward Smith, semiotician, stores officer, and historian.
  • Dr. Natasha Marsden, atomics engineer, electronics and power technician.
  • Mr. Jude Randall, electronics engineer, chemical engineer, practical machinist & instrumentation man, and cryologist.
  • And Captain Alexander Edwards, commanding-pilot, astrogator, geologist and selenologist, and rocketry engineer.

Roberge wished his friend and protégé, as well as the rest of the Expediter crew, “Godspeed,” as the countdown commenced. The launch was a success and the Expediter was on route to Saturn.

When the message came in that the Expediter had been bombarded by several tiny meteors that damaged the integrity of the hull, Roberge was on duty, and the final message from Edwards before communication ceased completely was that the crew was going to attempt an emergency landing.

Knowing Eddie like the back of his hand and how Eddie thought because he taught the man to think like an astronaut, Roberge used Expediter’s last known position before the meteor strike and calculated their best chance of survival would have been to attempt a landing on Europa.

Roberge attempted to reestablish contact, listening for a reply. He listened and waited, waited and listened. For hours. Those hours became days, those days became weeks, those weeks months, and those months became years. But Roberge, in his role as CAPCOM, showed up every single day and broadcasted signals to his friend who was lost somewhere in the void and listened for a reply.

Eventually, NASA had no choice but to announce the probability that the Expediter and her crew had not survived the emergency landing. Funeral services were held for the brave astronauts but Roberge did not attend because he wouldn’t allow himself to believe they were dead.

Roberge was approaching retirement age, and the top brass planned to use that as an excuse to relieve the former astronaut of his duty, but before that happened, CAPCOM picked up a signal. It was Captain Edwards’s first transmission since the meteor strike. He was alive, and as Roberge suspected, he was broadcasting from Europa.

CAPCOM sent word to Mission Control and in violation of protocol, Roberge fired a tweet out on the Twitterverse.

Roberge attempted to broadcast a message back to Eddie, realizing that the relay time for a radio wave message to reach Europa was between 35 to 43 minutes and another 40 some odd minutes to receive a reply. When none came Roberge suspected the transmitter was damaged in the landing and could only transmit but not receive.

Talks of a rescue mission were underway and NASA was in the midst of designing an updated version of the Expediter model rocket when funding stopped over fears that a manned trip to Saturn was too risky. But now that Eddie managed to get a signal back to Earth, surely the funding would resume.

This, however, was not the case, chiefly because Eddie stated in his broadcast that he was the sole survivor of the landing. The question arose as to whether it was worth spending billions of dollars on a rescue mission to save the life of one man.

Other concerns were that he had made contact with the indigenous life on Europa, mated with one and had hybrid children. If brought back to Earth, what manner of diseases might he be infected with? And being stranded on the moon and forced to embrace alien cultures, how much of his humanity had he retained? Or was he under the influence of some alien superintelligence? And Capitalists were afraid of his power if he returned to Earth. He was now the unofficial ambassador to Europa and if he claimed citizenship all trade negotiations would have to funnel through him.

Still, the public movement to save one of their own had begun and #RescueEdwards became the new campaign of the western world.

Since the first broadcast, Eddie had managed to transmit once a fortnight at the same hour, but after the sixteenth broadcast in which he expressed concerns about a murder that happened in a place called Dairy Elock Prefecture the messages had stopped for a month.

Hope faded again, but Roberge held strong, and transmitted a message to establish contact on a regular basis. Eddie would have to make contact soon, because Roberge couldn’t hold off his bosses from forcing him into retirement.

As he was about to leave for the evening, a burst of static blared through the speakers and a voice fought its way to the surface:

“Greetings From Europa!” the voice said. It was Eddie but the signal was weaker than any of the earlier broadcasts. Roberge recorded the message and grabbed a nearby pen and pad on which to transcribe at the same time.

“This might be my final transmission because the battery indicator on the transmitter is showing it’s on low power mode. It could be a problem with the solar panel, the wire connections or the poor battery itself is at the end of its life. So, I’ll make this brief,” Eddie said. In the background there were chirpy clicking noises that several linguists identified as an alien language which was labeled Europese for simplicity. It was probably the voice of Eddie’s Europan son, Jampie.

“Since my last broadcast, my son and I have traveled through three villages without incident and now we’re less than a day out from Dery’Ylok Prefecture. Ever since we left the last village, I’ve been getting hit with strong surges of déjà vu and now I’m starting to realize why.

Just up ahead, although covered with tall grass are the five grave markers I made when I buried the members of my crew. This place is our crash site. When I last saw it, it was all scorched land, but even at a disaster site, nature persists. And those grassy hills in the distance beyond the graves must be the wreckage of the Expediter.

“Jampi!” Edwards called out and then his language switched to chirpy clicks, presumably as he spoke to his son. “Jampi! Jampi!”

“I am such an idiot!” Eddie said in English. “I explained to my son that those hills are actually my starship, how I came to be on Europa and no sooner than I got the words out, he was off like a shot to investigate it.”

More chirpy clicks but Edwards’ voice sounded worried.

In English Edwards said, “I’m stepping into the domed section of the ship that used to be stellar cartography and I have to admit that I’m filled with a bizarre sense of homesickness and fear. But, this could be a godsend because I’m surrounded by Earth tech, so perhaps I can locate a replacement powercell.”

“Jampi!” Edwards called out more forceful than before and communicated in Europese.

Then there was a sound of metal on metal, followed by a female voice, distant and echoey.

Although faint, Roberge could have sworn it said,

“Hello, Eddie. Been a while, hasn’t it?” in perfect English.

Then the transmission went dead.

To be continued

Text and Audio ©2014 & 2021 Rhyan Scorpio-Rhys

Glossary of Terms

  • Abogzons – Gynecological engineers.
  • Agvann – Translation: The will of Nes’Tim; an accident.
  • Alum’Vedca – The day marking the new solar cycle of Peace and Maturity; a tribute to the era when Europans evolved from their primitive prey state.
  • Arcek – A spiritual theologian
  • Biem – A time to show respect for the aged.
  • Biss’ore – Travelers, nomads
  • Bokloryn – An unrepayable debt; an act that places the receiver in a lifetime contract of servitude.
  • Cu’nal – A biological storage unit.
  • Denpa – An envoy equipped with an audiographic memory that can store and recall spoken messages at will in the same voice, tone and inflection of the original person who spoke it, who travels from village to village to deliver messages from other communities both near and far.
  • Egami – A docile mineral-based creatures primarily used for family transportation due to the fact they are virtually inexhaustible.
  • Gates of Juh’holl – Europan afterlife; where souls are released from the flesh to become stardust and rejoin the universe.
  • Grahas – A gerbil-sized creature, resembling a stone armadillo, that emits heat when stroked.
  • Homnils – A warm, yet sad, reminiscence about something in the past.
  • Ipu llqr mwyll xfrr – Abogzon credo meaning “success or death”; satisfaction guaranteed.
  • Isogoles – Europan monthly day of pay.
  • Jampi – Captain Edward’s son.
  • Jbwqnadb – The Europan spelling of lemonade.
  • Jhisal – Meis’lo’s home village.
  • Klanea – Translation: unknown to us; stranger.
  • Mecot’ra – Unterraformed areas of Europa.
  • Meis’lo – The only surviving witness to the murder of  the prophet Nes’Tim.
  • Micdow yl – The vessels of new life; children.
  • Nes’Tim – The most revered spiritual prophet on Europa, slain by a heretic tribe who call themselves Sel’Tab.
  • Pwyll – Europa’s highest mountain.
  • Qik’climajh – Depending on its usage in a sentence, denotes either the act of telling a story, or the storyteller themselves.
  • Sel’Tab – A heretic tribe responsible for the death of the prophet Nes’Tim.
  • Shig’umfu – “Interesting world of another”; a documentary qik’climajh in which neighbors tell the story of a person’s life as learned from casual conversations.
  • Spo – Food.
  • Uz Cu’nal – A biological storage unit used primarily for food preservation.
  • Uz – An unspeakable sexual act; a derogatory term; an insult.

19 responses to “Greetings from Europa – Seventeenth Transmission: Crash Site

  1. You left us all dangling. Obviously, that’s what ‘to be continued’ means.
    I’m now getting a hang of the story. Thanks for explaining things from the earthlings’ perspectives. Looks like Edwards is already blacklisted. So alienist of the earth people. Their racism has escaped the Earth’s atmosphere.
    Who could that woman be? An alien with great English skills or a recovering earthling. You might be thinking of okra lady with a twist. I’m sure she will forever haunt me. Now that’s a strong character. Never to be forgotten.
    I wish you much luck with this story and look forward to read the next segment next Saturday. Greetings! Over and out!
    Oh! I also need your phone to make a call. Is Edwards busy? 🙂

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    • Okra-Sex-Smell-Girl really has her hooks in you, doesn’t she?

      I can picture you now, right out of that scene in “Silence of the Lambs”, all smartly dressed in your FBI blazer suit, seated across from Okra-Sex-Smell-Girl, with a thick sheet of protective plexiglass between you.

      Okra smiles and looks your way, but her eyes never quite land on you, as if she’s looking right over your shoulder at a point on the wall behind you.

      Her head sways left to right slightly, like a cobra hypnotizing its prey and lulling them into a false sense of calm before striking.

      “You know what you look like to me,” Okra says. “With your pretty smile and your polite demeanor? You look like a girl doing the pee-pee dance in a train station, powerless to control your own bladder. A well-scrubbed, scribe that dreams of wrapping her hands around the throats of the unwashed masses and squeezing every last drop of breath from their bodies, like wringing out a dishrag, and when you’ve slaked your thirst for murder, you want someone, a protégé perhaps, to end your life in the same manner so that you may experience the relief you’ve often given others yet never received yourself. Is that how you fill the empty house of your soul, Terveen? Alone in your basement flat, surfing the internet for victims in order to feel less out of control, and spitting out a string of modified expletives because Mummy Drearest used to scrub that filthy little mouth of yours out with soap whenever she caught you slinging real obscenities?”

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      • Ah! SHATZ!!!
        I’m going to die laughing!
        This is brilliant. A combo of five stories and this one so much better than each of them could ever be. Are you proficient in black magic? It seems your writing induces a hypnotic spell. And your words do a seductive dance before slipping into something more comfortable. And that’s when you’ve got the reader right where you want them.
        Begging for more while rolling on the floor, riddled with laughter.
        I think I’ll just tiptoe away before you zap me with some more. There’s only so much a reader can take. Your only crime is that you’re a wild creative genius. 🙂

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      • Ahem, for the sake of clarification, I would like it noted on record that one, Terveen Gill, entered into a conversation with one, Okra-Sex-Smell-Girl, and the author of this blog was not involved in the above mentioned exchange at all.

        Miss Gill willing toyed with the Ouija Board of Crazy and called forth a mental terror from the past, and should therefore accept all liability resulting from Okra Chaos.

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  2. Okay, now we’re talking! A little background on the entire situation is starting to clear things up and I’m in! Who’s this woman speaking perfect English on Europa??? I need answers!!!

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  3. At first it felt like I was missing something but then i realized this is part of an ongoing storyline. Before I comment, I think I should go back and read it from the start, but I just wanted to say that I like your writing style! 🙂

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  4. I love sci-fi and the way you’re doling these out remind of the old Flash Gordon serials! Keep up the good work and I can’t wait to see what happens next!

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    • I’m rubbish at reading emoji but I’ll take a stab at it. Your message reads as follows:

      “You suspect that I might have contracted a case of quadruple clap, and I should get a prescription for it, and while I’m at the clinic I should visit the proctologist and get three exams just to be on the safe side.”

      Am I close?

      Like

  5. Man, oh man! Better replace that question mark out with an exclamation mark! “To be continued!” Been slower on the reading as of late due to a much needed vacation, but I managed to at least read the Transmissions. The reaction of Earth smacks all too well of different groups “interests” if that were to happen, well done as always!

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