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Blind Side

Mystery in Orbit

By Ron BennettPublished 2 years ago Updated 21 days ago 11 min read
Blind Side
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Two minutes to docking. The warning flashed three times.

"I'm reading you a little off course Sal. High on the port side. Sending new trajectory info.”

“Confirm PAL. Firing thrusters to adjust.”

“Not reading your thruster fire.”

One minute forty-five seconds to docking. Collision warning. Ship will hit docking struts on present trajectory. Audio was added to the warning.

“Thrusters didn't fire. Second attempt failed. Initiating diagnostic.”

“What's happening?.”

“Thrusters aren't responding.”

One minute thirty seconds to docking. Collision warning. Ship will hit docking struts on present trajectory.

"Stating the obvious. Got a reason?”

“Docking control, Ben here. Sal. What's going on?”

“I don't know Ben.”

One minute fifteen seconds to docking. Collision imminent. Ship will hit docking struts on present trajectory.

“Thrusters aren't responding. There is no apparent reason. Problem must be mechanical, all connections and programs check as operational.”

“Alright Sal, eject your payload pod. That'll change your trajectory enough to avoid collision. We'll send the Orbital Maneuvering Module to pick it up.”

One minute to collision.

“Confirm Ben, initiating emergency ejection of payload pod … ejection failed. Running diagnostic. PAL-Sal, ready manual release.”

Sal reached to a lever on the right side of his seat and pulled the tie holding it to its support. The lever sprang back, he gripped it firmly.”

“Manual release ready. Call it Ben.”

Forty five seconds to collision.

“Sal, you want to give it one more shot?”

“Ejection failed.”

“How can you have so many mechanical failures at once?”

Thirty seconds to collision.

“I don't know.”

“Alright, pull it.”

Twenty seconds to collision.

Sal pulled the lever. There was a few seconds of silence.

Fifteen seconds to collision.

“I don't see anything happening Sal.” Ben messaged.

Ten seconds to collision.

“Confirm lever movement, confirm connecting rod movement.”

Five seconds to collision.

“I see …


… nothing ...


… happening.”





Ben looked at the readout 'Collision with west and south docking struts. Both struts destroyed. The ship has suffered hull damage. Payload pod venting atmosphere.'

Ben checked the manifest. Thirty-one people on board, “What can we do?”


“There must be something. Orbital Maneuvering Units?”

“They don't have the fuel to match velocity.”

“What's the ship's trajectory?”

“It will re-enter the atmosphere in about fifteen minutes. With the structural damage sustained, it will break apart and burn up.”


Bjorn Grey entered the conference room. Large video screens lined the walls. As he sat the end of the table near the door, the two screens on the opposite wall lit up.

He nodded toward the screen on his right, “Secretary Kalashnikov,” and to his left “Deputy Santos. Good to see you both.”

Secretary Kalashnikov spoke first, his gravelly voice more subdued than usual “Head Grey, what do we know?”

“Not much yet, the science team is still trying to put together …”

“Head Grey.” Deputy Santos interrupted, her voice sounding more strained and urgent than usual “You must understand the urgency of getting information out as soon as possible. Rumors and misinformation has already begun spreading.”

“I'm meeting with the science team as soon as I finish here, make the meeting public. Let everyone see for them ...”

“ARE YOU Out of your mind!?” Deputy Santos nearly spat the words, her eyes widened. She stopped took a deep breath, used one hand on each side of her head to brush her long black hair back over her shoulders, “Forgive me Head Grey, but this preliminary meeting will be full of speculation and involve too much guess work. And yes, I do realize its because you and your team have not had time to gather and analyze data to come to an informed conclusion. But we have to issue a press release immediately.”

“ 'A shuttle collided with the west and south docking struts of Skyhook No. 3. An investigation has begun. Preliminary results of our investigation will be available in two hours.' Release that. In the meantime I invite you both, and your press teams to join my preliminary investigation meeting. You decide what you want to release and I can continue with the investigation. We'll start in fifteen minutes.”


Secretary Kalashnikov replied “Can you make it half an hour. I can cut my next meeting short but can't reschedule.”

Bjorn Grey nodded “Alright, Deputy Santos?”

“Half an hour is good.”

As Bjorn Grey left the room to walk back to his office, he asked his PAL “Did you get that?”

“Yes.” PAL-Bjorn replied.

“Send a note to everyone concerned.”

“Yes Sir.”

A PAL, Personal Assistant and Library, was a computer and network connection, usually worn as an article of clothing, jewelry, or other accessory. Its connection to the nervous system allowed speech and images to be transmitted directly to appropriate organs. Images and videos could be shown in a display in the user’s field of vision, usually to one side and translucent so as not to block vision. Speech could be transmitted directly, and silently, to the ear. Its network connection allowed it access to planetary and interstellar cyberspace, and allowed communication with anyone else using a PAL.

As he opened the door to his office Bjorn noticed a cubical package on his desk. About twenty centimetres on a side, wrapped in plain brown paper. He walked to his desk, turned the package around and flipped it over. No writing, no label. He dropped it back on his desk, backed away and quickly stepped out of the room.

“Did you see that?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Send the video to security and get them here as soon as possible.”

Less than five minutes later a security team arrived, two men with a box shaped bot rolling along behind them.

“We'll send the x-ray bot in first. See if we can get a look inside the package.” said one of them as they approached.

The x-ray bot, a cubical battery, 30 centimetres on a side, suspended between three wheeled legs, with two arms on top, rolled through the door to Bjorn's office. PAL-Bjorn picked up the feed from the office cameras and showed the scene on Bjorn's wrist screen. The bot placed one arm, containing the x-ray projector on one side of the parcel, and the other arm with a screen, on the opposite side.

After a few seconds the screen showed a picture of a cupcake with a candle stuck in it.

Bjorn suddenly started laughing nervously. He turned to the security team, a little red faced, “I sorry gentlemen, I believe this is a false alarm. PAL-Bjorn can you call my sister?”

“Yes sir.”

A few seconds later Bjorn's sister's face appeared on his wrist screen.

“Agnetha, were you and Anni here a few minutes ago?”

The face of a young girl jumped into the screen, “Hi Uncle Bjorn, Happy Birthday! Did you get my cupcake?”, she asked excitedly.

Bjorn smiled as he answered, “Yes I did sweetie, thank you very much.”

“Mommy he got it! He got it!”

“That's great sweetie, jump in the car. Give me a minute with Uncle Bjorn. Thought you might be busy Bjorn so we just left it on your desk.”

“Yeah, yeah I got it … ah next time can you write Happy Birthday on it though. An unmarked package in a plain brown paper wrapper, around here that can be a little ...”

“OH No! We didn't ... I mean we...”

“No,No, no its fine.” Bjorn interrupted with a chuckle, “Whenever it turns out like this its a good laugh for all of us.”

“Oh no. I'm so sorry Bjorn, I should have known ...”

“Its not a problem Agnetha, really. But you were right about me being busy right now. Ill talk to you later, and, see you this weekend?”

“You bet. Looking forward to it. Bye”


By now the x-ray bot had returned, and both security men, who had been holding their laughter, let it burst.

“So sorry gentlemen …”

They both waved off Bjorn and continued laughing hysterically as they walked down the hall.

As Bjorn entered his office, PAL-Bjorn alerted him, “You have an urgent call from Maurice at Orbital Control.”

"Link them."

Bjorn looked at the screen on his wrist "Hello Maurice."

“Hello Head Grey, I'm afraid we have another serious problem. You know how the skyhooks use a magnetic field to control their altitude.”


“Skyhook No. 2 engaged a few minutes ago, and the polarity was reversed. They're losing altitude instead of gaining.”

“WHAT! Then why don't they shut it down?”

“It won't shut down. Controls are not responding.”

“Alright,” Bjorn sighed, “Have they ...”

“Just a minute Head Grey, I got an urgent message that won't wait.”

Maurice's head turned sideways on the screen, his face lost all colour, he swallowed hard.

“Abhh … same … same problem at Skyhooks 1 and 4.”

“That can't be,” Bjorn nearly whispered, he cleared his throat, “What about No. 3?

“I haven't been able to contact them.”

“How long before the others enter the atmosphere?”

“Less than an hour.”

“PAL-Bjorn, send a note to Deputy Santos and Secretary Kalashnikov.”


The investigation meeting was delayed, then cancelled. Two hours later an emergency UN meeting was begun with a statement from Bjorn :

“All four skyhooks encountered the same problem. When they tried to adjust their altitude, polarity was reversed and they lost altitude instead of gaining. They've all entered the atmosphere, broken apart, and burned up or crashed. Recovery efforts are underway. Ten thousand people are dead.”

Murmurs of shock and disbelief went round the room and came from all the screens.

“Alright, alright let's stay calm,” Secretary Kalashnikov, “Now we all know, the only logical explanation for so many failures in such a short period of time is sabotage.”

“I BEG to differ.”

“No one is questioning your security measures Chief Oreco. No matter how good the security effort, terrorists will always find a way.”

“Well ours was the first attacked!”, stated Member Chen, the Chinese representative, “And I've just learned many of our satellites have been hit with EM attacks. We have lost communication with nearly half already.”

“You seem rather eager to admit what must be a very classified bit of information.”

“What are you suggesting Member Smith?”

“That China is resp...”

“YOU WILL NOT FINISH THAT STATEMENT. You will not make such baseless accusations. It is our satellites that are under attack.”

“So you claim.”

“HOLD ON, we must have order.”, Deputy Santos pounded her desk for attention, “Member Chen, have been able to determine where the attacks are coming from?”

“All have originated over an ocean, at least a thousand kilometres from the nearest continental land mass.”

“Perhaps it time for a little disclosure. Has anyone else suffered attacks? Member Smith.” Deputy Santos asked.

Smith glared into his camera “I'll have to contact my government before I release such information.”

“Our next course of action must be to determine who has the capability of launching such attacks.” stated Secretary Kalashnikov, “And then...” suddenly his screen went blank.

“We've lost his satellite feed.” a mechanical voice reported.

“Simply knowing who's capable won't help. At least a dozen nations have the capability of launching these attacks,” said Member Wirth of Iceland, “And anyone of them can finance another nation or terrorist group. We'll need ...”

Her screen went blank.

Several other screens went blank. And then a few more.

“It seems we'll need to do this the old fashioned way and meet in person." Deputy Santos said "Let's get a message out to all members, we'll meet in Geneva as soon as possible. Use emergency ground communication lines.”


That night Bjorn was sitting in his backyard. He pulled his eyes away from his blank wrist screen and looked up at the stars. “Every single satellite,” he muttered to himself, “The guilty party took out their own to throw off suspicion, everyone will blame their favorite villain. This will lead to war for sure. They've argued too long over orbital space. Was only a matter of time before someone found a way to settle it with a war.”


Cold Green Eyes sent a message to commander Swift Claw, “The humans have not detected us. As expected, infighting has begun and military assets have been mobilized.”

"They have not begun shooting yet?"

"Not yet. But we have our nuclear charges in place. If they do not start shooting in a few days we will ensure they do. We have stolen and used their own weapons, so post detonation analysis will ensure they blame each other and a gl0bal war will follow."

Commander Swift Claw hissed "And when they have destroyed each other, we reveal ourselves as their alien saviours. They willingly become ours." Commander Swift Claw hissed again "We shall be rich from this genetic treasure trove."

science fiction

About the Creator

Ron Bennett

Currently living in Mississauga, Ontario, Canada with my son Mark and cat Sprite. Grew up in historic, picturesque Newfoundland with many, interesting, friendly people, inspiring adventures, songs, stories, and wonderous beauty of nature.

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