“How long has Damon been gone?” Ega asked.
Yalko looked up from the scans, knowing perfectly well what the answer was but still hesitant to share. “Damon’s scans show he is still alive, but he hasn’t moved in hours.”
Ega sat in quiet contemplation for a minute. Damon was the only human on the ship, but Ega was doubtful any of the crew onboard could survive long enough to retrieve him.
“Send drones to check if he’s alright,” Ega commanded.
Yalko looked confused. “What drones Captain?”
Ega looked towards the head engineer, and responded when she didn’t. “Damon has been working with engineering in secret to make drones out of spare parts.”
Owia turned to face the Captain. “I take full responsibility for the missing parts Captain Ega. He said he was bored. The human guide warned against a bored human. I decided it was better to sacrifice some parts to keep an eye on him than it was to let him figure out something on his own.”
Ega ignored the admission of guilt. “Are the drones flight ready?”
Owia relaxed. “Yes Captain. I’ll send them right away.”
The bridge watched the screen as Owia and several other engineers piloted the drones down to the planet. Two drones carried signal boosters and were staged, one right inside the storm, one further in, so the others could relay a strong vid feed back to the ship.
For several minutes, the only thing that could be seen was white. And then they finally broke through to the cave Damon had traveled to explore.
The cave appeared as plain as Yalko had tried to convince Damon it was. The drone was carefully piloted towards Damon’s tracker.
Damon himself came into view. He was kneeling on the ground, odd flowers sprouted in front of him. The skeleton the scans picked up did appear semi human, but not human.
“Can we establish contact?” Ega asked.
“No Captain. We have audio but no way to speak to him. He knows we’re here though. He must. These drones are not quiet,” Owia answered.
“What is he doing?” Ega asked.
“If I had to guess, sir, I’d say he’s performing a human funeral rite. Although I’m not overly familiar with any myself,” Yalko offered.
The bridge watched quietly for another hour as Damon knelt before the body, unmoving. He finally shifted.
“Oh my knees.” Damon slowly stood, stretching his body as he did. He turned to the drone. “Don’t worry guys, I’ll be back in just a bit.”
The drone accompanied Damon back to his ship. The vid cut out as the storms took out the two boosters.
“We’ve lost the drones,” Owia stated.
Yalko stayed watching Damon’s scan until he safely docked with the ship. As soon as medical was done checking up on him, he was brought to the bridge to explain.
“The skeleton was a chimp, a primate from earth. It was surrounded by snowdrops, or a variation of snowdrops at least. I brought back his tag.” Damon held up a scrap of cloth. A white flower sat next to it. “His name was Hamlet. I guess he was sent up back when humans were first trying for space travel. I don’t know how the hell he made it out this far, or survived the wreckage of his own crash, but anyone who fights to live that hard deserves a funeral. He deserves to be remembered.”
“Why did you spend so long with the skeleton? Surely human rites aren’t that long,” Ega asked.
“I wanted him to know what his sacrifice allowed us to accomplish, and how sorry I was that he died alone and scared. I wanted to spend some time with him so he wasn’t alone, and I left him a friend so he wouldn’t have to be lonely anymore.”
“What did you leave?” Ega asked.
Yalko studied the quiet human.
“Marceline,” Damon answered.
Yalko couldn’t help but blurt out in surprise. “You gave up your trinket? You don’t go anywhere without your trinket.”
Damon nodded. “Yeah, but she always did like the snow better anyway.”
Ega chose not to disagree with the human’s anthropomorphisms of dead animals and toys. “We shall send these findings off to the historians and alert the human council of this site. With luck, Marceline and Hamlet will not be alone for long.”