Corsi said and started to move around Gomez. Bart felt for herâshe was concerned for Fabian. They all were.
âNo, Domenica,â Gomez said. âYou stay hereâmake sure we donât trip another Disruptor trap. Let Captain Scott and Tev keep working on getting the shield down.â
âWeâll have it ready in a jiffy, Commander, worry not. Scott out.â
Carol moved to stand in front of two of the odd pictures hanging on the wall where she and Gomez came in. Bart sighed and looked at the pieces to see what was so fascinating. It occurred to him that thoseâincluding the other eight positioned in exactly the height between the floor and ceilingâbore a strange resemblance to the one heâd noticed near the entrance. Just as Corsi had said.
He turned to his left to look at the three behind him. The left painting was a brilliant red, the middle one green, and the right one blue. Looking to his right where Carol stood, the two pictures were light blue and a pinkish sort of red.
âCarol?â Gomez strode across the room to where the cultural specialist stood.
He turned back to the original three behind him and visualized them on the floor like a great puzzle piece. Only five of the ten pieces had any sort of title. He typed them into his padd. They all translated into phrasal definitionsâmuch the way Japanese or Andorii did.
Where He has been. Where He shall travel. As above. In station be.
Bart grunted.
The one at the front of the museum had said So below .
He swallowed as he took a closer look at the farthest paintingâthe one to the right of the pole. It said As above .
No. It couldnât be.
Not the same translation found in China on Earth centuries ago?
As above, so below. The second line was, As within, so without.
The others were merely directions. Forward, back, and still.
Could it be that easy? That the key to moving Stratos was within. Within the innermost museum? The cityâs central core?
That the schematics to the city propulsionâthe plans, the blueprintsâall hidden within the paintings themselves?
Hidden in plain sightâand the Stratos Dwellers always believed the Troglytes were too slow and stupid to figure things out. They could read blueprintsâsimple enough.
But what if what they needed was actually a part of the artwork?
âCommander, I think I might have found something.â He turned and smiled at her. âThe city plansââhe pointed to the wallsââTheyâre in the paintings!â
Chapter
7
G old entered sickbay, his irritation building with each passing second. âAll right, Lense, Iâm here. Whatâs so damned important?â
Lense motioned him to her. âWe need to get Fabian out of there.â
âRight now, I canât beam anyone in or out of Stratos. The whole cityâs sealed up tightânot even the Ardanan transmat devices are working.â
âWhat kind of defense is that?â Lense asked.
âScotty says itâs the work of a madman,â Gold said. âHe believes it was installed by Plasus during the verbal war with the Federation. Because Kirk had Scotty beam Plasus to the surface, Plasus installed a safeguard against that. What we donât know is if the restart of the dampeners keyed it, or if it was the tractor beam Conlon threw around the city.â
âCanât you just somehow grab the city again and put it on the ground?â
âNot according to Conlon. That one second of power the da Vinci used to hold Stratos in midair caused a sufficient drain on our own power. By more than forty percent. She and her team are working on building the power back up, but we canât try that again soon. And the Bataan is still too far out of range.â
Lense absently rubbed at her belly as she drew her lips into a thin line. âSarjenka sent me up the latest scans on the parasite dendrites.â She leaned her head to the