“Ugh.”
Thasha awoke to the loud, high-pitched noise of the emergency resonator. She reluctantly climbed out of bed and glared at the device.
“OK, I’m up. Where?”
It responded, “Mana Tree.”
Thasha’s stomach dropped. That was not good, not good at all.
The elf hurried from her room, reaching the Mana Tree in record time. The tree itself was housed in a large, vertical chamber. The room was designed both to give the tree space as well as to display its beauty. Only, it wasn’t looking very beautiful right now. The leaves, normally glistening, had only a paltry sheen. This was definitely not good.
Korbist was pacing below the tree. She had never seen him look so worried before. Thasha approached him and asked, “How long has it been like this?”
“Not long…thirty minutes maybe? I’m very glad to see you here. Do you have any idea what’s wrong with it?”
In retrospect, it was obvious that it couldn’t have been long; she’d not been asleep more than maybe two hours.
“Not yet, I’ll need to give it a closer inspection.”
This she proceeded to do. She started by touching the trunk. She could feel it’s manaheart, a faint pulsing where a powerful thrum should’ve been. Panic began to race through her. It would be okay, she just had to remember her training. She hastily collected her thoughts, retracing her Botanical Engineering classes from over three decades ago. They had covered this sort of thing, she was sure of it, but in all her years as chief Botanical Engineer she had yet to encounter it. She didn’t even have anyone else to lean on; this was, by Elven standards, a small vessel. As such, she was the only Botanical Engineer aboard.
“Well crud. The manaheart is weak, and it’s been so long since those classes—and they’ve never come up!—that I don’t remember how to diagnose the cause. Is there anywhere we could land this thing?”
Korbist sighed. “I’ll check with navigation.”
“Thanks. I’m going to see if I can dig up any references.”
They parted, Korbist to the bridge and Thasha to the library.
She managed to maintain a walking pace. She desperately wanted to break into a panicked run but giving into panic would not help her in this situation.
It took longer to get to the library than she’d wanted. By necessity the Mana Tree grew from the bottom floor of the ship—which is why her quarters were also on that floor—but the library was up two floors. This was a simpler vessel, which meant only one central elevator. As the bridge was on the fifth and final floor, it had made sense for Korbist to take it. They’d both unconsciously agreed on this, but it meant that she’d had to take the stairs. Thankfully, she’d remembered which of the two staircases exited closest to the library.
Now inside, she scanned through book spines. It didn’t take her long to find the book she was looking for. She yanked it from the shelf and plopped it facedown on the nearest table, then opened to the glossary in the back of the book and quickly scanned through to the entry on the manaheart.
“Okay, page 371…where is that…” Thasha muttered to herself as she flipped to the proper page. “There! Okay, let’s see…There! ‘Diagnosing…’ yes, this is it.”
She picked up the book and made her way out of the library to the walkway. Resting the book on the railing, she looked at the Mana Tree. It towered from the bottom of the ship to the top. Opposite her was the giant window that allowed the Mana Tree to receive starlight. She often liked to sit under the tree and stare off into space, contemplating the wonders of the universe. Right now, however, she alternated scanning through the book and staring at the tree, contemplating what could be wrong with it.
The hiss of the elevator made her jump. She looked towards it to see Korbist step out. The look on his face was not encouraging.
“Well, there’s some good news and some bad news.”
“Ugh. Bad news first, I guess?”
“It…doesn’t really work…look, there is a nearby colony where we could land. Unfortunately, it is the only nearby colony where we could land and it is controlled pretty heavily by fiscfolk. Also, the only ‘dry’ land are active volcanoes.”
“Well crud.”
Now she really hoped she could figure out what was wrong with the Mana Tree. Not that she hadn’t been motivated to find a solution before, of course, but this only served to heighten the stress she was feeling.
They could land the ship in water, but it wouldn’t be much of an improvement over being in space. An active volcano, however, was completely out of the question. And on top of that, fiscfolk tended to be pretty xenophobic, so unless these were unusually friendly, the elves could expect no help from them.
Korbist continued, “Shae is attempting to contact the colony, but needless to say…”
“Yeah.”
They stood there in awkward silence for a moment before Thasha returned her focus to the book.
“Anything?” Korbist asked.
“Not yet.”
“Anything I can do to help?”
“I wish.” She punctuated this with a sigh.
“Well, let me know if you get your wish.”
She couldn’t help but smile in response. “I will.”
He turned to stare at the tree and she returned to her pattern of reading the book and inspecting the tree. After a while, she headed down to the bottom floor again, where she could do more of a hands-on examination.
“No, that’s not it…maybe? No, not this either…hrm…” she muttered. She flipped the page and shouted, “Wait, that’s all?! No, no, no, no, no! That can’t be the end of it!”
She thought she had been experiencing panic, but what took hold of her now was as a wildfire to a torch.
“No, please, that can’t be it!”
She desperately flipped back to the start of the section and read it again. How could that be it? She sat down on the ground, setting the book down before her, searching desperately for anything—anything at all that could help.
Her manic frenzy was interrupted by Shaethanna, her sororier. She blinked.
“Shae, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be up on the bridge?” Thasha felt confused.
Shaethanna shook her head. “No, flower. I should be here, letting you know that we got a response from the fiscfolk. Apparently a dragon had been living with them, and has agreed to meet with us. Hopefully she can help us.”
“Do you really think so?”
Shaethanna wrapped Thasha in an embrace, and she closed her eyes and took comfort in her sororier’s arms.
“I don’t know, but I hope so. We should be landing soon.”
Thasha buried herself in Shaethanna’s calming presence, their embrace only ending when the ship stopped. They had landed.
“Thanks,” Thasha said as she rose.
Shaethanna smiled. “Of course, love.”
Thasha made her way towards the entry area. As this was predominately a small survey ship, the entry section was a broad space with a wide ramp. To her left was a garage where several vehicles were stored. On her right was a sort of warehouse area designed to store all manner of things taken as samples from visited planets.
Thasha took a deep breath as the ramp lowered. She hadn’t met a dragon before. At least, she didn’t think she had. They were rumored to be incredibly powerful beings, capable of magic beyond the conception of any other species.
The ramp finished opening with a loud splash, and a fiscfolk swam onto the now submerged lip of the ramp. Thasha’s initial surprise at this changed to shock as the fiscfolk before her transformed into an elf. The elf stood up from where she had been lying in the water.
“Lethuasha?!”
The fiscfolk-turned-elf blinked. “You’ve heard of me?”
“Heard of you?! Of course I’ve heard of you! You pioneered the entire field of Mana Tree breeding! I’ve read your book!”
“My book?”
“Err, well, not your book, I guess. I mean, you didn’t write it? But it’s all about your work.”
“Huh. I admit, I’m rather surprised. That was…what, three? four? hundred years ago.”
They stood there a moment, neither really sure what to say next. Lethuasha finally broke the silence, “Right, so you have a sick Mana Tree you needed help with, right?”
“Oh, yeah, that’s right. Just over here.”
They walked the short distance over to the Mana Tree and Lethuasha touched its trunk. She held her hand there for a moment, then pressed her pointy ear against it, as if listening for something. She then walked around the tree, sniffed the air a few times, and stroked a couple of the willowy, leafy branches. She then backed towards the large window opposite the entry area and decks, looking up at the tree.
She half muttered, “Hmmm…well, I must say that I’m quite impressed with the elves’ progress…”
After a moment Lethuasha took a breath, opened her mouth to say something, then abruptly paused. She closed her mouth, tilted her head, blinked, then said, “Err, what was your name?”
“Thasha, Botanical Engineer!”
“Okay. Thasha, about how many crew members are there on this ship?”
“Hmm…Let’s see…” Thasha began counting on her fingers while half muttering various names or positions. After a moment, she looked up. “There’s about a dozen of us. Why?”
“Ah. That explains it, then. The good news is that there is nothing inherently wrong with your Mana Tree.”
“That is good news, but if that’s the case, then what’s happening to it?”
“If you’ve read my research, then you know how Mana Trees make mana, right?”
“Yeah, they release it as a byproduct of photosynthesis.”
“Exactly. And what is needed for photosynthesis?”
“Water, carbon dioxide, and light.”
“Precisely. It seems this Mana Tree can produce quite a lot of mana. From what I can tell, this happens because it’s bred to have extremely inefficient photosynthesis. A lot of the effort goes into creating waste mana, which means it has to do an awful lot of photosynthesis to generate the nutrients it needs.”
Thasha nodded. “That’s why we have the big window behind you and make sure it gets plenty of water.”
Lethuasha nodded. “But is it getting enough carbon dioxide?”
Thasha mulled this thought over in her head. There was plenty of air, for sure, and the ventilation system cycled it around the ship. The Mana Tree wasn’t exactly deprived for air. But did air mean enough carbon dioxide? Where did it come from? She thought over the various ship systems; systems for converting mana into various useable forms, systems for handling waste, systems for purifying water, systems for filtering air. Wait, systems for filtering the air!
“Oh. Ooooh. OH! That’s it! That’s why you asked about the number of crew!”
Lethuasha smiled.
Thasha continued, “Now I feel kinda stupid for not realizing it earlier. Then again, you’d think they’d have realized it back on Aethir. Hrm.”
Captain Nexilus—Thasha wondered when he’d gotten here—spoke, “Care to explain?”
Thasha turned to face him and nodded. “Essentially, the Mana Tree is suffocating. It uses loads of carbon dioxide, and releases mana and oxygen. We,” she waved her hands around in a broad gesture, “use the mana to power our ship. We also breath in the oxygen and breath out carbon dioxide.”
Nexilus nodded. “Sure, that’s why we don’t need any sort of carbon dioxide-oxygen exchange system like the dwarves use.”
“Exactly. But this Mana Tree needs a lot of carbon dioxide, and it needs it at a rate higher than what we produce. Basically, we don’t have enough crew members to convert oxygen into carbon dioxide fast enough.”
“Ah, so that’s why you said it was suffocating, then. It’s just like if we didn’t have enough oxygen.”
“Exactly,” Thasha nodded enthusiastically.
“I see…” Nexilus looked down and held his chin. “Then I suppose we ought to head back to Aethir and discuss a solution to this particular problem.”
“Sounds reasonable to me!” Thasha said. She turned to face Lethuasha. “Thanks so much for your help.”
Lethuasha smiled. “Of course. Though, please don’t mention you met me. I left the way I did for a reason. I don’t need a bunch of elves trying to get me to return to Aethir.”
Nexilus replied, “Of course. We won’t tell anyone, will we?” He looked pointedly at Thasha, who blushed slightly.
“O-of course not!”
Lethuasha smiled. “Good. Well, take care. I’ve got an entire school of fiscfolk to teach.” With that, she returned to the ramp, dove into the water, transformed back into a fiscfolk, and left.
Nexilus turned back to Thasha. “It’ll take us about three days to get back to Aethir if we head directly there. Do you think the Mana Tree will be okay during that time?”
Thasha shrugged. “I’m not entirely sure. We should probably stay here a day or so and let our ship’s air normalize with the atmosphere. That should work as a temporary fix.”
Nexilus nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll get things arranged. Dismissed!”
Thasha yawned. “Yessir! If you don’t mind, now that all of the excitement has died down, I rather think I’d like to get back to sleep.”
“Rest well, Thasha.”
“Thanks, sir.”
He turned and headed towards the bridge. As Thasha turned to return to her room, she noticed Korbist. Their eyes met and he said, “Well, I’m quite glad to have gotten that figured out. By the way, why didn’t you take the elevator with me?”
Thasha blinked. “Um…that’s a good question? Why didn’t I? Dunno, for some reason I’d gotten it in my head that you were using the elevator, so I couldn’t. I blame panic and a lack of sleep.”
Korbist chuckled. “Have a good sleep, Thasha.”
“Thanks.”
With that, Thasha wandered back over to her quarters, yawning along the way. She closed the door behind her, slid into her bed, and closed her eyes.
Tags: Fiction, Science Fantasy, Thasha