JAS DIDN’T KNOW HOW long the starship had lain there, or how it had arrived in its position deep underground. Built to withstand the rigors of space travel, something had worn it to pieces.
Weapon at the ready, she easily found access through its crumbling walls. Her mind whirled over the possibilities. Did the starship belong to the aliens who had infected the officers of the Galathea? Was it somewhere like this that Margret and the others had been when they’d become possessed?
It seemed unlikely. This place was rotten with decay. It reminded her of an ancient wasps’ nest, the occupants long gone, and the narrow passages crumbling. She stepped over holes in the floor, placing her hands carefully against the soft walls for balance. She imagined the air smelled musty and close.
How could
