Books by Randolph Lalonde

Fate Cycle Dead of Winter

Fate Cycle Sins of the Past

First Light Chronicles Freeground

First Light Chronicles Limbo

First Light Chronicles Starfree Port

First Light Chronicles Omnibus (All the First Light Chronicles Books Collected)

Spinward Fringe Resurrection

Spinward Fringe Awakening

Spinward Fringe Triton

Spinward Fringe Frontline

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Spinward Fringe

Awakening

Randolph Lalonde

Spinward Fringe

Awakening

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Copyright © 2008 by Randolph Lalonde

Cover by Randolph Lalonde

ISBN 978-1-4404-3222-4

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For Gene, George and Joss

Contents

Prologue

Arrival At Seneschal

Old Debts

Too Easy

Summons

Listeners From Afar

Stupid or Crazy

Rarities

Bunk Chatter

Spoils

Just Visiting

Happy Landings

The Price of the Evening

More Trouble

Observations

Guests

The Exile

A Poor Cell

Agameg Price

Docking Procedures

The Luck Bucket

Gabriel Meunez

Shadows

Hernando Ramirez

Awakening

The Triton

Loose Ends

Two Captains

Enreega

Epilogue

Prologue

General Collins looked on as a large silvered M shaped vessel bristling with strange antennae listed to one side. The blue fires of the engines flickered and went out. “The virus has been activated,” he said as he rotated the holographic display around. A few seconds later the twin engines relit and the vessel started its faster than light systems, covering the hull with a shroud of energized particles and blasting off into space. “It's too bad, they've advanced so far in so little time.”

“Eden Two was a disaster, a wasted resource guarded by mad digital Gods,” said the holographic Regent Galactic representative. “Reclaiming it is man's right.”

“This virus will go past that. Artificial Intelligences everywhere will be affected.”

“That is why we must follow the link.”

“And you're sure Gabriel Meunez is the man to find her? He's a freak, disturbed, blinded by his infatuation with Alice.”

“That is a kind of dedication you cannot buy. He thinks everything he has was gained through his own hard work. That is our control, we can render him powerless by telling him the truth whenever we like. Even the prize he holds at this very moment is under our control, after a fashion. The truth of his situation would instantly disable him.”

“That he has no control. He's a pawn,” Collins finished, running his hand over his short, neatly cropped white beard. “Still, I wish he could be reasoned with.”

“His talents can be guided, much like Wheeler's.”

Collins couldn't help but chuckle. “Guiding the minds of madmen is a lot like herding cats. As soon as you assume to know their intentions they prove you wrong and you lose an eye.”

“That may be true, but would you rather participate in this game personally?”

“With three wars about to break out and shatter the galaxy? I'll take my solitude. What about Valent?”

“He's exactly where he's supposed to be.”

“So he's been sold as well.”

“At a profit. Freeground Command was more than willing to withdraw their claim. They won't be coming for him.”

“I'm surprised. I didn't think they'd give him up. Even with Regent Galactic at their door. Even with the fate of their first colony on the line.”

“Valent isn't worth the future of their civilization.”

“If only they knew what he's caused. The fourth fall of man all started when he unleashed Alice on a super carrier. That artificial intelligence cost Vindyne more than it could afford, brought about it's eventual fall and has set entire sectors on a course to chaos.”

“Theory, economic theory. Vindyne was a bloated corporation with a poor sense of purpose. What's of importance is the fact that Alice provided the base template for the virus that will bring all the machines of the Eden system under our command. A fearless regenerating army of billions at a pittance.”

General Collins shook his head. “Ten years ago if you told me I would be commanding the scourge of the galaxy in a war for profit I would have laughed in your face.”

“Not a war for profit. A crusade for peace through domination and commerce. We will direct the people to utopia using the cash messiah model.”

“Your wealth will set you free. After avoiding a seventy year prison term I'm a believer, but the ninety nine percent of people who aren't rich enough to afford a piece of your utopia won't be.”

The holographic image on Collins' desk straightened its suit shirt and watched as he walked to the window. A great blue and green planet surrounded by millions of perfect ships in orbit filled the view. He could just barely see one of the two terraformed moons. There was more natural life in the light year of space they occupied than in several sectors combined. “This is not the way any humane being would go about taking control of this kind of power. There is life out there, in orbit around the planet. Machines that have emotions as deep as any sentient.”

“You try to apply humanitarianism to beings that have emotions exclusive to their race. What a machine feels is so unlike that of flesh and blood that a psychological baseline has not been determined by humans. It was related to us by an artificial intelligence. The first aliens humans ever met were of their own creation, the emotional artificial intelligence.”

“Philosophical recitations as we watch the independence of all these shining beings die. There is a spirit in the machine, and today it is chained.”

“Machines are unworthy of theological consideration. They are objects.”

“So we are brought back to Alice and her miracle. The body she transferred into was brain dead, in queue for organ harvesting. There was no way any conciousness could survive yet she willed synapses to start firing anew. An impossible act during an impossible procedure.”

“Miracles, spirits. Now whose gone mad? Will we have to watch you more closely after you've taken command? Will sympathy stay your hand when a sacrifice is asked of the silver army?”

“The slightest measure of sympathy can translate positively into any emotional vocabulary. You can watch closely as I lead the Eden system's guardians like the pied piper.”

“As you wish. You know the consequences of failure.”

“I die, these machines go back to guarding the most sought after solar system in the galaxy preventing any human from settling on it. Then they begin a campaign of eradication targeting anyone who uses electrical technology.”

“The stakes are high. We're glad you understand, General.”

“Comprehension is not the problem. Rationalization is the problem, but there's always a loophole around my kind of moral disposition. I'll lead your army of machine locusts. I'll bring about the fourth fall of man. Then you can come in and rebuild the galaxy under your own brand name.”

“The faces of angels are always prettier after staring down devils.” Replied the holographic avatar. “I enjoy our little chats. So sorry I have to go attend to the board of directors. They'll be glad to know you've accepted our job offer.”

General Collins was left alone to watch the perfect ballet of unmanned ships around Eden II. He was the only human in the solar system, and the only man alive who understood how his virus would sweep through the fleet. The millions of artificial intelligences would soon be the servants of Regent Galactic. Only he and a handful of people would ever know how it had happened.

On the brighter side, within months the select social elite would begin making their homes on Eden II. “I wonder what Jonas Valent and Alice would say if they knew they'd be responsible for the suppression of mankind and the second founding of paradise,” he pondered aloud.

Arrival At Seneschal

Repairs in hyperspace were always a careful thing. The Samson had sustained a lot of damage in her escape from the Thadd system. Finn wasn't ready to be the Chief Engineer, he knew it. So when the Captain started directing internal repairs and watching over the ship he couldn't have been more relieved.

The bridge station didn't tell him half the story about the damage sustained during their escape. There were two sections of bulkhead that had twisted, and a total of five compartments open to space. Two repair crew, Douglas and Julie were trapped in those compartments. They owed their lives to the ship wide policy of living in their vacsuits and keeping head pieces on your person at all times. Most of the vacsuits that were provided by the Captain had them built into hoods, but most of the maintenance crew had difficulty trusting the thin looking, form fitting suits, regardless of the fact that they provided more protection than the rough, heavy, older suits they preferred.

Even though they had been saved from the vacuum of space they still had to deal with the exotic particles that covered the outer hull of the ship during hyperspace travel. They had been pooling in the breached sections and would injure or kill Douglas and Julie in higher concentrations. Watching how Captain Valance directed the pair of trapped repair crewmen through sealing themselves off in a small section and then using a portable power cell to scatter the particles evenly throughout was amazing.

His calm was contagious. Douglas was near panic when Finn first discovered that there were two engineering crew stuck in a section that were sealed off. As time went on and Captain Valance worked with the pair to secure a compartment for them Douglas was so at ease that he and Julie were joking about it.

Finn even had the time and ease to ask them; “I'm wondering, why is it that all the men on the ship are called by their last names and the women by their first?”

“I really don't know. Besides, I thought that was your first name.” Answered Julie.

“Nope, it's Billy.”

“Oh. I don't know which one I like better,” Julie said as she worked on another weld.

“Hey Stephanie, were you around when that started?” Asked Douglas.

Stephanie wasn't within actual earshot, she was helping the Captain run cables down half the length of the ship. She heard them loud and clear on the communicator. “It's something I've seen on a couple other ships too, now that you mention it. I know the issyrians do it in the military.”

“Actually, we don't. You must be thinking of the Kallens.” Answered Price. “Our females are the dominant sex in our culture though, so I could see where you'd get confused. Most humans have difficulty grasping our culture.”

“Do you know why it started Captain?” Stephanie asked.

“The first crew I hired on brought it on with them. They were from Cadiz.”

“You hired your first crew in Cadiz? That's what, eleven hundred light years away?” Ashley asked.

“A little closer to twelve hundred actually.” The Captain answered. “How is it going in the rear compartment? Are the welds finished?”

“Just now sir, we should be in great shape to come out of hyperspace. Thank you for saving our butts,” Douglas said with a chuckle.

“Don't thank me, you guys did all the work, I just had the plan. Besides, who do you think will have to repair the ship when we arrive?”

“That arrival will be in about five minutes,” Ashley said.

“I'm on my way. I'll need Cynthia up there as well.”

“On my way sir.”

A few moments later Cynthia and Captain Valance joined Ashley on the bridge. Despite the difficult two days they had in hyperspace, they had all managed to get some rest in shifts.

“Coming out of hyperspace in 3, 2, 1,” Ashley counted down.

The Samson expelled waste gases that had accumulated during hyperspace, it spread out like large white wings for several seconds before the gas and crystallized liquids dissipated. The Enreega system was very well defended and they were not allowed to come out of hyperspace within two hundred thousand kilometres of the central planet, Seneschal.

“Their perimeter defence station is hailing us sir,” Cynthia stated as she put the message up on the main bridge display.

An image of the three crossed swords representing their government appeared on the central holoprojector. “Please proceed to the coordinates provided as we look your ship's transponder code up in our registry,” came the audio announcement.

“I have the coordinates, following their instructions,” Ashley confirmed.

Captain Valance waited patiently as the station processed their information.

“We have six fighters coming in our direction.”

“Don't worry Ash, the Aucharians are hyper vigilant. They're at war with Regent Galactic,” Captain Valance reassured.

“So that's why we're here,” she replied, nodding.

“The enemy of our enemy is our friend. Especially when one of their top people owes me a favour.”

The main display and Ashley's navigation controls came to life with images of the massive defence station and the large blue planet thousands of kilometres behind it. “Please release your helm controls. You are clear to land on the station, Samson.”

Ashley released the controls and Port control started guiding the Samson in. The six fighters that had been circling them moved off to continue their patrol. As they closed in on the defence station its deadliness became plain. It was a massive, wide, flat structure with bays, extendible moorings and fighter launch tubes right down the length of it. On the top and bottom were hundreds of huge turrets.

“What kind of guns are those?” Ashley asked quietly.

“Some are energy, but most are gauss cannons that fire special munitions. They've been known to send rounds over fifty light years.”

One of the massive cannons fired. Only the trail of light was visible, the projectile itself moved too fast to see with the naked eye. Ashley looked at her panel for a moment. “Wow, that was travelling at half the speed of light.”

“And if it had a target too far off for that to be effective, you can bet it has a faster than light system.” Stephanie said from the left bridge hatchway. “Finn just finished checking our landing gear, he says we didn't take any serious damage so we'll be fine if the station decides to set us down in a pressurized bay.”

“Good to know, but I don't think they'll bother, not with the damage we've sustained,” Captain Valance commented.

The Samson was guided into one of the larger openings in the front of the station and as the Captain had guessed, mooring arms locked onto the ship then two embarkation tunnels sealed to their airlocks. “Welcome to Seneschal Defense Station Three,” said the voice over the communicator.

Jake's control and command unit sent a very mild tingling sensation into his arm. He had a message. “Okay, work on the ship as best you can with what you have, I'll see what I can do to get us some help. Oh, and make sure Julie and Douglas get some shuteye,” He ordered. He answered the incoming call. “Minister Lorne, I didn't expect to hear from you so early. How is your brother these days?”

“Rotting in prison where he belongs, I'm happy to say,” replied a cheerful older gentleman's voice over the communicator.

“You're welcome. What has you up at four in the morning?”

“Big category nine hurricane down on the planet. I'm watching the planetary engineers prepare the break wall from orbit. Care to join me?”

“Sure, but I've come on business. You might have heard?”

“I have. You're getting very popular here and I had a feeling you'd pay us a visit considering we're the biggest opponents to Regent Galactic. Port control has a shuttle ready for you, let's talk in person.”

“All right, I'll be over as soon as I secure things here. We took some damage on our way out of the Thadd system.”

“I could imagine. I'll put a request in for some maintenance personnel to help you out. See you soon Jake.”

Ashley was staring at him expectantly. For a moment he pretended not to notice but when he looked up she gave him a big toothy grin.

“Okay, okay, you can come with,” Jake said with a sigh.

Ashley threw her arms up in celebration. “God, it'll be so nice to get off the ship and stretch.”

“Not to mention see some of the most beautiful ships in space,” Stephanie added with a smirk.

Ashley looked to her, concerned. “You're the First Officer now, maybe you should go instead.”

She shook her head. “I've seen this system before. Besides, I have to stay behind and supervise repairs.”

“Good point,” Ashley said.

“Let's get going. I get the feeling the Minister wants us there as soon as possible,” Captain Valance said, taking his long coat from the back of the command chair.

Old Debts

Ashley followed Captain Valance in relative silence. He was downright intimidating to anyone ahead. Crewmen and soldiers just doing their jobs looked down the broad polished hallway and couldn't help but stare for a moment then get out of the way. The Captain was just over six feet, wore black body armour with thin overlapping metal strips and a black long coat over top. They were armoured cloaking field emitters that could manipulate the movement of air, muffle sound, and create a field that completely hid him from sight and sensors. Over top the armour and black long coat he always wore a white silk scarf; as if he didn't stand out enough.

She didn't go along with him often, she supposed it was her lack of combat training and the fact that she was the only other person aboard that could fly the Samson well. He had trained her himself after purchasing her from a very wealthy Baron many light years away. Once they arrived back on the ship she was told to stand on the bridge beside the command chair. She did.

For an entire week she watched everything on the bridge. What she didn't know was that he was watching her. It didn't take him long to see that she couldn't stop staring at the pilot's station, she was fascinated with that post in particular. Ashley thought she was doing her duty as a slave, fetching him drinks and food from the galley, but that was a ruse.

After the first job she was aboard for, it was a cargo heist, she found a share of the take in her bunk footlocker after the stolen goods were sold. She approached him on the bridge and to her surprise he told her she could buy her freedom for one hundred credits. She didn't know what to say, she was born a slave, raised a slave and thought she was already lucky to have a quiet, but kind master. Never would she forget the moment he just reached into her thigh pocket, took out three fifty credit chits, put one back and told her; “now you're free. Tell me if you'd like some work.”

The next year and a half flew by. She was at the controls of a simulated ship the very next day. The Captain, Monica who was the pilot at the time, and Silver all took turns helping her learn the ropes. A couple months later she was at the controls to the Samson for the first time and just as the Captain had guessed, she was a natural. Months later Monica retired to one of the Captain's cargo haulers and Ashley became the lead pilot. Since then she had seen combat, touched down on metal, land, water and even navigated a shifting nebula. The Captain still took the controls from time to time, but she knew he trusted her with his ship. In fact, the entire crew trusted her.

They came to the end of the hall and got into an express car. The doors closed and they began to move. “Captain I was thi-” she started to say but was cut off as the car accelerated to over a two kilometres an hour in under four seconds. The inertial dampeners built into the car prevented them from getting tossed around, but she was still surprised by the quick acceleration.

“You were thinking?” Captain Valance asked with a smile.

“I was wondering if I could get certified. I think I'm ready and there are some ports I can't pilot through without my certs. This way you'll never have to take the controls or give me your certification number to use.”

“I'll vouch for your flight time. I'm pretty sure we can get you in for testing somewhere.”

“It doesn't have to be right away or anything.”

The express car came to a slow stop. The Captain lead the way out and down the hall. “I'll see when the center opens here. The Samson took a lot of damage, so we'll be docked for at least a twenty four.”

“Here? You mean I could get certified right away?”

“I can't see why not, this is a capitol world. You just have to promise me something.” They came around the corner into a Port Authority Seizure and Confiscation storage bay. There were at least three dozen vessels up to two hundred fifty meters in length. They were docked to the sides and ceiling and set down on the deck far below. “Promise me you're not going to sign up with another crew or buy your own ship and start your own operation.”

Ashley's jaw dropped. The ships in that bay were all in great shape. Some showed signs that there had been major repairs done, but she would happily fly anything there. “Don't worry, I'll stick around,” she quietly reassured.

“Good, because I'll really need you. I'm still not sure what we'll be doing, but I'll need a good pilot.” Captain turned and walked to one of the nearby airlocks.

She ran to catch up as he walked inside. “You're not sure where we're going? I thought we'd be following leads to your daughter.”

“We are going to head in that direction, but that lead is a year and a half old. We'd also have to go through Regent Galactic territory. Not a great plan, especially after paying for repairs out of pocket.”

They stepped through the interior doors into a shuttle made for over twenty passengers. It was empty except for a woman in a white uniform marked with a high rank insignia. “Good morning Captain Valance, the Minister is expecting you.”

“Good morning Lieutenant Commander. It's just the two of us, so we're ready whenever you are.”

“Good, if you'll have a seat we'll be off.”

Captain Valance sat down in the middle of the cabin and Ashley sat beside him to strap in. “So we're picking up work here?”

“I'm cashing in a favour. I need a better lead and he might just have one.”

“What kind of Minister is he?”

“He's the Minister of Trade. I don't like dealing with politicians, but like he said, the Samson is popular right now. Normally that's bad in our line of work, maybe we can turn it around.”

“You'll find a way.”

The shuttle disconnected from its moorings and got underway. They emerged from a bay on the side and began accelerating towards the nearby planet of Seneschal. The massive blue planet was to their right, they could see it through the transparent metal window running the length of the shuttle.

“There's that hurricane the Minister was talking about,” Ashley commented. “It's huge.”

“Looks like it covers at least ten percent of the surface.”

“Can their cities survive that?”

“They don't have to,” Jake said as the pointed towards the horizon of the large blue world.

After a few more seconds Ashley saw them. Hundreds of massive ships in a tight orbital group. There were lights from small shuttles and larger transports moving back and forth between them. Some looked more like massive fish than ships, others had long keels and upper decks that looked like they were normally wide open to atmosphere. “They just pull up and go into orbit?”

Jake nodded. “When things calm down or their break wall field reduces the severity of the storm they just go back to the planet surface.”

They were among the massive city ships moments later and she admired their gracefully curved hulls, the thousands of lights coming on as early risers greeted the morning. She couldn't make it out before, but only half the ships were white or grey. The rest were vibrant colours, some were even shaded as a gradient from light to dark, top to bottom. “They're beautiful.”

The transport turned around and they started decelerating. Moments later they were inside another, much smaller launch bay and the sounds of the airlock sealing to a boarding tunnel rang throughout the shuttle.

“We are secure and you may disembark,” announced the shuttle Captain over the interior speaker system.

They unbuckled and Ashley lead the way through the airlock. As soon as she came through the interior door she stopped. “Wow,” was all she said.

The foyer was ten meters by ten meters with a black floor etched in gold radial patterns. The walls had inlaid wooden scrollwork and there was a silver chandelier drifting lazily from one corner to another.

“Good morning,” said an older looking fellow. He was in an intricate deep blue and green robe. It was tied at the waist with a white sash. “If I had known Jake was bringing someone special I would have told the servants to have a more elaborate breakfast ready.” He walked straight to Ashley, took her hand, bent down on one knee and gently touched the back of her fingers to his forehead. He remained that way for a moment then looked her in the eyes with a great big smile. “A local tradition, it would take far too long to explain but it would be impolite to go without demonstrating. I'm Trade Minister Lorne.”

“Um, Pilot Ashley Lamport,” she said, blushing.

“How's Elise?” Jake asked with a wry grin.

“Oh, she's fine, still sleeping,” the Minister let Ashley's hand go slowly and turned towards the stairs at the end of the foyer. “I get the feeling you're here on business.”

“I wish I had time for something else, but I'm back on the run.”

“Some things never change. Can we talk openly in front of your pilot?” Asked the Minister as they walked through the interior doors. They were as ornately carved as the walls, but Ashley could see the décor just covered several centimetres of hardened metal.

He didn't wait for the Captain to answer, but turned to her, flashing a grin. “We can talk in front of you, right?” he looked back to Jake. “She seems smart enough to keep this meeting to herself. I'd like her to stay,” his attention bounced back to her. “You should stay, have some fruit.”

“I trust Ashley with my ship, so I'd trust her with anything that comes up here,” Captain Valance confirmed calmly. The Minister's excitable demeanour didn't phase him in the least.

“Well, I do have some news for you. Regent Galactic has put an open bounty on your head.”

The sitting room was a little more intimate. There were four thickly padded sofas in the middle of the room set up in a square. Along the walls there were chairs and three side boards with different beverages and snacks. Small bowls of fresh fruit were placed around the room. She followed Jake's lead and sat down beside him on one of the dark brown sofas.

Minister Lorne picked up one of four bowls of yellow and green melon slices and added a dollop of white cream on top. She did the same and just listened as she ate small bites.

“How much is this bounty?” Asked Jake.

“Only five hundred thousand, but the word is they have a specialist on it.”

“The word? I know Regent doesn't exactly let rumours out.”

“All right, I checked with Intelligence before you arrived. We don't know anything about him yet, sorry. Reminds me of you when we first met.”

“Hopefully he's not as good.”

“Here's hoping,” he turned to her for a moment, his demeanour instantly becoming more pleasant. “How's the melon? I like it this sweet, not everyone does.”

“It's very good, thank you,” Ashley said, holding her hand up over her mouth as she talked around a bite.

“I expected more trouble from Regent Galactic. I cost them a lot of credits.” Jake continued.

“I'll say. I don't think they'll be short on subjects to experiment on though. Our intelligence shows that there are a lot of ships just like the one you took out. I'm sorry we can't go after them, they're not a priority right now.”

Ashley stopped eating, lowering the bowl down to her lap. Not a priority. The phrase rang in her ears.

Jake only nodded. “How is the war going?”

“Badly. We're not losing on all fronts, but our territory is shrinking. Regent Galactic is starting to cut off our main supply lines.”

“Do you know where their supply lines are?” Jake asked.

The Minister stopped and stared at him for a moment. “You're looking to do some damage,” he said with the beginning of a smile on his face.

“I'm looking to trade services.”

“Now things are getting interesting,” he hastily put his bowl down and rubbed his hands together while sitting up on the edge of his seat. “Captain Valance is asking for something.”

“I need help finding my daughter. It's been a year and a half since she last contacted us and I didn't get the message then.”

“What can you give me?”

“All the information is right here,” Jake said as he put a small gold coloured centimetre by centimetre chip on the table.

“What are you offering in return?”

“I'll sign as a privateer with your government.”

“Do it publicly. If you record what you're doing and we broadcast it over our networks, it'll bolster morale. We could quadruple our force of privateers in weeks.”

“I don't work that way.”

“Oh come on. You made Regent Galactic look like evil incarnate with your last capture, why not sign the contract in public and maybe say a few words? Then we can put recorders on your crew, you won't even know they're there, and make it a real show. Like a regular thing on the Newsnets, maybe even do a few live Holocasts.”

“I'm not going to let you record everything we do and put people on my ship.”

“All right, fine. No people on your ship but there's gotta be a way we can get you and your crew on camera,” he brought his hands up in the shape of a frame, squaring Ashley's face for a moment as though looking at her through a screen, “in three dimensions or two dimensions, you've probably got enough beauties and beasts in your crew to make some real drama in the dead times and a few mad minutes when the action is on. Toss me a line here Jake, let's make this war popular!”

“I might be able to send you something but I'm not going to let you just jack in and record everything I do. You're not linking to us to any networks. We're not going to become some kind of reality programming. I can't have someone in the way or a link someone can trace. If I'm going to hit and run or capture cargo for you I have to do it unfettered.”

“All right, let's lay it out then. We sign you on as a privateer, you get your repairs for cost and labour. You'll also keep forty percent of what you capture.”

“I won't do it for less than seventy percent untaxed, and repairs when we pull into port. I'll also send you footage you can use while your intelligence network digs up information on my daughter.”

“You'll do one recruitment spot and give us twenty hours of action footage within two months. If the rest of your crew could do something like a confessional type interview that would just wrap it all up nicely.”

“No confessional interviews.”

“Fine, we'll make something up,” he looked to Ashley and winked. “Unless you want to provide some details.”

Jake sighed. “So I keep seventy percent of everything, repairs at material costs and you look for my daughter using your intelligence network. I'll need some experienced volunteers, whatever information you have on Regent Galactic's trade routes and supply lines. In return you get footage,”

“Two hours of action footage, eighteen hours of coverage.” Interrupted the excited Minister.

“okay, two hours of action footage and a recruitment spot within the space of two months and you can use the footage of us walking through your lovely facilities on the way here as coverage.”

“Fine. Do we have a deal Captain?”

“See what you can dig up on my daughter before my ship is repaired. If you find something I don't already know then we have a deal. I'll only sign with someone from the Defence Ministry though. I won't have you back this only to find out it gets kicked at the last minute,” Jake said, extending his hand.

The Minister was positively grinning as he slipped his clean, soft, manicured hand into the Captain's black armoured grip. “The hero of the Thadd system officially on our side. They'll have to approve it. This'll go over like bang! In the press,” he exclaimed excitedly.

Too Easy

The ride back was quiet. Captain Valance wasn't brooding, that wasn't the word. He was pensive. She tried not to look at him. Thankfully the view outside was amazing. Ashley could see the hurricane meeting the electromagnetic break wall. Before it was mostly circular, a gathering of clouds around a dark center. As she looked on the hurricane was taking on an oval shape and wisps of white clouds were starting to break free.

“How long do you think it'll last?” She asked.

“The war?”

“Um, sure.”

“They've been fighting for almost ten years. Regent Galactic is engaged with this government and another super corporation, it'll go on until they win. A few more years maybe.”

“So these people aren't going to win?”

“We haven't been in this area of space for more than a few months, but is there anywhere you haven't seen a Regent logo? They're in every port.”

She thought for a moment. It was true, she even liked a few of the shops Regent Galactic owned, particularly Fresh N' Green and Spacerwares. Then again, everyone loved Spacerwares.

“They're desperate. This idea of using me as the poster boy to their privateer recruiting initiative is the kind of thing a government low on options resorts to.”

“Could it work?” She stared out the starboard side view as the last of the massive ships were disappearing from view.

“It's a long shot. I've never heard of it working before. The best thing about having a lot of privateers in your system is that when you surrender and the war has come to an end, a lot of the privateers just don't stop. Get enough privateers and you end up with either a great big mess or an easy rebellion.”

“So even if they surrender the fight might not be over.”

“That's right. The Trade Minister would move on though. He'll have an easy time making a place for himself somewhere else in the Galaxy if he becomes known as the man who put a successful privateering effort together. I just hope he keeps to his end of the bargain.”

He didn't say anything else the entire way back to the windowed hall overlooking the Samson.

She couldn't stand it anymore. “So we're going to be privateers?” She still couldn't believe it even though the Samson had done privateering before. Stephanie was the only one left aboard who had been around back then and she talked about how much money they made, how exciting it was, but she often acknowledged that they lost a lot of people, took a lot of risks.

He stopped and turned to face her. His expression was serious but not at all intimidating. “As soon as we get our letter of marque. He has to pass it by the Minister of Defence's office and who knows who else.” He took her shoulders in his hands. It was hard not to remember Silver's accusation that she was some kind of surrogate daughter. “It'll be dangerous for everyone. You don't have to stay on if you don't want to. I'll make sure you get certified so you can find work.”

She couldn't believe what he was saying. It was always a little different between them. He always treated her with a little more consideration, had a little more patience for her and when no one was around he seemed kinder, more at ease. “I don't want to leave. I owe you too much.”

“You don't owe me a thing. You don't owe anyone.”

“Do you want me to stay on?” She asked before thinking. If he didn't want her along she didn't want to know.

“Of course I do. I just don't want you to feel trapped. As long as you're on the Samson you're in just as much danger as I am. Finding work on another ship would be easier.”

“I know, but the easiest road isn't always the right one. I've talked to people who helped with the people in the cargo train. They told me what it was like back there. If we can do something to damage Regent Galactic I want to be there, they have it coming.”

Captain Valance smiled and let her shoulders go. He turned and walked a little further down the hall to the broadest window overlooking the Samson. He leaned on the railing and watched the repair crews working on the large breach in the rear dorsal section.

She walked over and leaned on the railing beside him. “Do I remind you of your daughter?”

If he was surprised by the question he didn't let on. “I don't know her. I've only seen her on one holographic security recording.” They looked on as the workers pulled an older piece of hull plating free and a disposal robot collected it. “If I could choose a daughter out of the people I've met over these last few years, it would be you.”

She looked at him for a moment. He had really said it. It didn't look like he was kidding either. Tears started to well up, she turned away. Where did this come from? There was joy but it came with a kind of pain. The person standing beside her was like the Captain she had known, only there was a human side he was sharing that seemed to emerge more and more.

He put a hand on her shoulder and she turned into him. His arms came around her protectively. She felt small but safe. “Are you all right?” Came the hushed question.

“Everyone trades for the upside, everyone wants something wherever you go. Except for you. You've just given and I spent so long wondering, asking myself what does he want? What is he after?”

“Something I can't buy, you're not someone I want to see drift through the crew like so many others.”

She looked up to him, he smiled down at her. “Why me? I still don't understand. Do you want to be my lover? My father? My master?”

“I would like to be your Captain since you're staying on,” he said with a chuckle. “I think being your Captain, being their Captain,” he said, gesturing towards the Samson. “means something different to me now.”

She just stared at him. He wasn't the same man at all.

“I feel like someone turned off the gravity. Ever since we took that cargo train in the wrong direction for all the right reasons I've been weightless,” he said quietly.

A smile spread across her face and he let her go. “Now that makes sense.” They stepped back over to the railing. “I think.”

More repair team members entered the mooring bay and Stephanie came around the corner and stopped as soon as she got a look at Jake and Ashley. They looked contented with each other's company in the silence as they looked over the ship. “I'm interrupting something,” she said, putting her hands up and starting to turn back.

“Nope,” Ashley said with a sniffle, wiping her eyes. She half turned her head to address Stephanie. “Captain was just telling me how he's feeling different.”

Stephanie walked to the railing and leaned her back against it between the pair. “Radiation sickness is cleared out sir?” She asked as she picked at the fitting of her gloves, pulling the fingers then drawing them back into place. It was something she had done since her early days in the infantry, even though the gloves included in the vacsuit were always fitted properly.

“It has, but I don't think that's what Ash meant.”

“Oh?”

“Something feels very right about going after Regent Galactic,” he said quietly. “Like I've found the right path for us.”

“What about your daughter sir?”

“The lead we have is too old. We could try to follow it up but I get the feeling she's still in hiding. So the Minister will use their Intelligence agency to find her.”

“Wow, he must owe you some favour.”

“Well, I also promised that we'd be their mascots for a new privateering initiative.”

Stephanie turned around to face the ship. The repair crew had started to remove one of the barrels on the upper turret. It had been split at the end. “Privateering again, I thought you said the last time would be the last time.”

“That was when we were only doing it for the payday.”

Stephanie looked at him. “This really is for good isn't it? You really aren't going to be checking the hunter's board and picking up other work.”

Jake only nodded slowly.

“I never thought I'd see it,” she looked back down towards the ship. “I still wish we could find your daughter before we get into this though.”

“We're already in it. As far as Regent Galactic is concerned we're wanted criminals already,” Captain Valance said. “Besides, knowing that she wanted to contact me before tells me that what I have planned will work.”

“What's that sir?” Ashley asked.

“There are only a few important rules to follow if you're looking for someone who might want to be found. Make sure you get all the help you can, keep your eyes and ears open, and make sure that you do everything you can to make yourself visible.”

“You're going to use the publicity to your advantage?”

“Like a great big beacon.”

“But it sounded like you didn't want to do any publicity,” Ashley commented.

“I didn't want to have people following us around showing the galaxy what we'd have to do to get the job done. There's a difference. Just because I'm turning a new leaf doesn't mean that I'm not willing to be a very bad man to anyone in the wrong. When I think about that cargo train I get angry,” his expression darkened. “I get so angry. I think about all the jobs we've pulled off. Work that I should have questioned or turned down. Then I wonder how much damage I can do in all the right places with the same skills we used finishing that work. How much harm can I do to all the right people for a change.”

Stephanie smiled and looked to Ashley. “It's about time.”

They watched the repair crews for a while before the trio pushed away from the rail and started down towards the gangway. “How long to we have before the hunters start circling?” Stephanie asked.

“There's a specialist coming after us already. As for the rest from Regent Galactic territory, the first of them should start showing up in about three weeks unless they have the cash for a wormhole generator.”

“Think we'll be able to keep away from them?”

“No.”

“So we counter.” Stephanie concluded.

Captain Valance simply nodded.

“Counter?” Ashley asked.

“When the bounty hunters start getting close we hunt them back.” Stephanie explained. “After we've taken care of a few most of the others should leave us alone.”

“What about the ones who don't give up?”

“Those are the ones I'll hunt down. We'll turn them in to Aucharian authorities for a reward if there's anything left of them when I'm done.” Captain Valance concluded.

Summons

It happened fast. Captain Valance was on his way back to the gathering of city ships in orbit before the hurricane had been broken, mere hours after he had returned to the Samson. This time he went with Stephanie, his First Officer. Ashley was off doing her flight test for her certification, the defence base had two instructors aboard, and one of them was up early.

Stephanie and Jake were taken to the large government city ship, the capitol city of the Aucharian government. It was a massive twin hulled vessel that dwarfed most of the other vessels in orbit.

They were escorted directly to the office of the Minister of Defence, Lauren Timmer. She was a lovely woman with long dark violet hair and she wore the muted grey robes of her office. She appeared far too feminine to hold that post, but Captain Valance knew better. She was one of the greatest tacticians alive.

They walked into her spartan office, decorated only with three chairs in front of a large desk. The floor was a dark red and the walls were a deep blue with a window spreading from wall to wall behind her overlooking the tumultuous planet below. “It's good to meet you Captain Valance,” she said from behind her desk, gesturing for them to sit down.

They did so, but she remained on her feet. “Quite a storm,” she said, gesturing towards the clouds far below. It was still breaking up, and would be for some time. “We have climate control but every few years something comes along that our systems can't handle. It's a good thing too. Storms like these move so much water that land becomes exposed and the earth is turned. A natural tilling of the soil. Billions of plants and fish die, buried alive or crushed under kilometre high waves. It releases nutrients into the water, dredges up materials that would otherwise remain buried, and brings change. Opportunities for new life to take root arise, land masses shift. Without one of these storms certain crops would grow out of control, others would be suffocated. The circle of life might stop turning.”

Stephanie could listen to her talk forever. Confidence oozed from every annunciated syllable. She could tell there were layers to this woman that few had ever seen.

“You have made Regent Galactic turn their heads. We intercepted a battle group headed straight into our space. Their departure point was Thadd. They were after you.”

“I'm honoured.”

“You should be. If it weren't for you that battle group wouldn't have fallen into a trap we set for them at the last second. If we weren't there to stop them they would have taken you and your crew, most likely in order to execute you publicly. Their media and imperial system of government thrives on examples.”

“We would have gotten clear,” Captain Valance said with a smile.

Minister Timmer chuckled and nodded. “You might have at that. The information we have on you and the Samson is incomplete, but it's enough to verify your reputation. We are on the defensive, and we need people who are eager to do the opposite,” she turned and brought Captain Valance's records up on a holographic display above her desk. It was an account of bounties delivered, ships captured, even some information on his last privateering venture. “I have to admit, I didn't even know you existed before you brought Minister Lorne's brother back to face grand theft charges. You saved his career, you know.”

“I know.”

“So you are aware, the only reason why you're talking to me is because you did manage to save thousands of lives in the Thadd system. The unfortunate part of that is that Regent Galactic bombed the planet before taking possession. They'll be putting fires out for years, St. Kitts is unrecognisable.”

“I'm sorry to hear that. It was the closest port with rescue personnel.”

“You're right. In the end the rescue vessels did end up in our space. The waking slaves have been freed but we're still rousing the ones that were in stasis. None of them have any personal memories from what we've seen so far. Vindyne technology was used to suppress them without physically damaging their minds.”

“To suppress them?”

“That's right. Some of our medical personnel are working on a way to bring their memories back but we're well behind on that kind of research.”

Captain Valance looked at her quietly for a moment. “Did you find anything out about my daughter?”

“I was wondering when you'd ask,” Minister Timmer said with a smile as she sat down. “We did. She was recently spotted on a frontier base. No one would have noticed her at all if she hadn't been responsible for putting three ship thieves out of business,” she brought up video footage of Alice throwing a handgun at a much taller fellow then running into her ship.

“She must have been out of ammunition,” Stephanie said quietly.

“Actually, port law prohibits the departure of ships carrying anyone who discharged a firearm. Law enforcement must clear them before they can depart.”

“Smart girl. Looks like something you'd do sir.”

“Thanks to this incident we know she flies the Clever Dream, an Arcyn Starskipper model craft with a wormhole generator. One of her eyes has been replaced with a very high end prosthetic that can gather more information than the average person can handle and she uses the same kind of vacsuit some of your crew wear. She was using the name Fran Molleneuvre on that base. Is that enough for you to start working for us Captain Valance?”

“Did you find out where her next destination would be?” Jake asked.

“She didn't register a plan with the Port Authority. That, along with a number of other obvious traits, seem to run in the family.”

“All right, I'll work with you as long as you keep digging.”

“And after we find her? If we manage to arrange a reunion or she refuses to see you?”

“I'll do the publicity, I can guarantee that we'll make a few captures, but I won't stick around past what I've promised. There are a few things I'd like to chase down. My daughter is only the first.”

“I understand. It may not be easy though. Much like you, any minor information we find on her is difficult to obtain and it's like she just appeared out of nowhere a few years ago. Just a year or two before you did.”

“Being elusive runs in the family,” Captain Valance said quietly.

“So it does.” She stood up and put a small data chip down on her desk. “Here is your letter of marque. It's ready to be programmed into your ship computer using whichever transponder you like, but only one. After you've accepted this you will be legally permitted to seize and destroy Regent Galactic vessels and property in the name of Aucharia. We've also gathered volunteers who may like to join you. They're all military so they should take orders easily enough. Our current administration doesn't take things slow. The Lieutenant waiting in the hall can show you to them.”

Captain Valance stood and offered his hand. “It was a pleasure meeting you,” he said quietly.

“And you, Captain. Bring us a storm.”

Stephanie stood and was about to turn and leave, but the Minister offered her hand. She took it gently and locked eyes with her for a moment. A small smile peeked through the stern expression on the tall woman's face, Stephanie was forced to mirror her. “The hero is nothing without his pedestal. Be strong for the crew.”

Stephanie could only nod as the woman slowly let go of her hand.

A young Ensign led them down the hallway into an express tube. It shuttled them vertically and horizontally through the large ship until they arrived at the intersection of several hallways. It was a large square with a transparent dome ceiling with a vista of stars beyond. Dozens of citizens were moving about, most of them in light clothing suitable for the equatorial regions on the surface of the planet. A few wore robes of office, but the majority of the people there seemed to be civilians.

The Ensign, a young man with dark hair, led them down one hall a few meters then through a doorway. It was a plain, large common room with tables and chairs for seventy. The walls played host to Newsnet replays, some focused on the breaking storm below on the planet while others featured news of the war. Over a hundred young men and women were inside, all of them fell silent as the Captain entered. “They've all heard of you sir. Everyone has known exactly who you are ever since the Thadd rescue hit the news,” it was the first thing the Ensign had said.

“These are all volunteers?” Captain Valance asked.

“Every one of them sir.”

“They're so young,” Stephanie whispered. “I didn't expect them to be so young.”

It was true, the oldest of them looked twenty. “Do you have a recorder of some kind?” Captain Valance asked the Lieutenant.

“Everything in the capitol is recorded.”

“Then tell your superiors they're about to get their recruitment clip,” he said as he walked to the front of the room. They had set up a simple metal podium for him and he stopped to stand beside it. “I'm Captain Jacob Valance of the Samson. A few days ago I was hired by Regent Galactic to hunt down a cargo train that had been stolen. This wasn't something new. I've been cleaning up messes for super corporations for years. When we hooked up to the cargo train and I saw the dead and dying masses within I was horrified. I said; 'no more.' We turned and set our course for a friendlier star. It was time to start doing the wrong thing for all the right reasons.

I am a very bad man. I have done what most people would refuse to and moved on to the next dirty deed that would get me and my crew a good payday. That is how I have become the very best at doing my very worst. It is not time for me to retire. It is time to make a change.

I won't do anyone's dirty work just for the credits. Not after what I have seen, not after hearing a call that beats with the same rhythm of my heart. Regent Galactic and corporations like them take advantage of the weak, the solitary, the immigrants, transients and the minorities while they use marketing and empty entertainments to subdue the masses. Whether they keep their subjects in chains or in the bondage of manufactured culture, Regent Galactic and companies like them are slavers.

The Aucharians, your government, have given me the opportunity to go after them in their name. I will disrupt Regent Galactic's trade, take their provisions, free their slaves, steal their weapons and kill their soldiers. Corporations like them helped me become the best hunter, killer and a famous bearer of bad news. I'm going out there to do my worst to all the right people, burn all the right bridges and break the bonds of millions. Come with me.”

Listeners From Afar

“Damn, after hearing that I'm almost ready to turn this ship around and sign up as a privateer,” said Captain Engel from the command chair of the Midland.

“He always was a good speaker,” Ayan agreed quietly from his left. The rest of the recruitment clip was only contact information and other details about the war between Regent Galactic and the Aucharians. She wore a white vacsuit that left only her face open. Over top she wore a white hooded poncho.

“I'd say he's gotten better,” Laura said from where she leaned on a deactivated secondary communications station.

“How old is this, Captain?” Asked Ayan.

“We got it in the last burst transmission ma'am, when we turned around and started heading for home three days ago. It was five days old then.”

“Do you know if Freeground Fleet Intelligence has sent any requests to these Aucharians?”

“I wouldn't have access to that Major. It's a little over my head.” Replied the Captain. He had been very patient with the specialist team on board. Ayan, Laura and a team of engineers with the Special Projects division were there testing a new combination wormhole hyperspace system. The tests were going very well, the drive was a success and as a reward Captain Engel would continue as commander of the Midland. It would be the fastest ship of its class for at least a year, most likely longer. The Special Projects team, lead by Major Ayan Rice, was easier to accommodate than he expected. Her team were chosen from a pool of hundreds of volunteers, they all wanted to be there. Most of them, especially their commander, were polite and easy to communicate with.

The most difficult thing about the last five months was watching Major Rice's health slowly deteriorate. Her energy was waning while her dedication and enthusiasm forced her to constantly overextend herself. Commander Laura Everin, her subordinate and best friend was the only person who could convince the Major to slow down, or pace herself at all.

Ayan Rice, as he knew her, was a kind, intelligent and driven young woman half his age, in her mid to late thirties. The search for a cure went on, but no news of new treatments had arrived since they departed Freeground half a year ago.

When the first message about Jonas Valent arrived, Major Rice had assumed command and guided their engine tests towards the Thadd system. It would take them less than three weeks to get there, even using some of the new technology, but she needed to try and reach him even though the chance of Freeground calling them back was high. He didn't agree with her motivation or the change of course, and entered his objection into the record, but she was his senior officer, and her assumption of command removed him from any potential repercussions.

The order to turn around had come three days ago, and Major Rice had relinquished command even though it wasn't necessary for her to do so. Not even she would jeopardize the Special Projects Program by disregarding a direct order. It would most likely be her legacy, after all.

“I'll review the details from Fleet Intelligence in your ready room if that's all right,” Ayan said quietly.

“Be my guest,” he invited.

She walked to the back of the busy bridge followed closely by Laura. The ready room was brightly lit and its furniture was white and gold. The first thing she did whenever she used the room was dim the lights. The colours, or lack thereof, gave her a headache.

Ayan eased herself into one of the desk chairs. She was a small woman, under five foot four and was a little underweight for her size but after standing for a few hours she felt like she weighed a ton. Sitting down felt so good. “Bring up the transmission again, we need to look at Freeground Intelligence's assessment and response if there was one.”

“Are you sure you shouldn't be laying down?” Laura asked as she took a seat across from her and brought up the information.

Ayan shot her a look. “I got enough of that from Doctor Anderson before he left.”

The recruitment hologram for Aucharians privateering effort came up between them. Ayan paused it and brought up a list of attachments from Freeground. “The time stamp confirms it, this transmission was originally broadcast eight days ago. At least we know where his home port is.”

“I know you want to bring him back, or at least show him the way back home, but what if he's so heavily reprogrammed that there just isn't any Jonas left? He's been gone so long that Vindyne could have done anything to him.”

“I've seen the security footage and the records Intelligence were able to dig up. I know he's not the same, but if this is him, and everything I am tells me it is, I need him to know he has a home. That there are people who care about him.”

“Look at how different he is. The Jonas I knew isn't the man I'm seeing there.”

“Look at his armour. Those strands of metal aren't just extra protection. They're emitters. Remind you of anything?” Ayan pointed out as she brought up a still image from the recruitment video. “And I gave him that scarf when we were just getting close.”

“I remember,” Laura zoomed in a little closer so she could examine the strands of metal on his chest. “I'll be, those are just a bigger version of the emitters I was redesigning into the cloaksuits on the First Light. I never finished it, but I know he got a look at my specs.”

“He remembers something and I just hope that we can help him remember more.”

“If you send him anything from all the way out here it could be intercepted by almost anyone. You'd be giving them whatever information you intend for him.”

Ayan stared at the image of Jake Valance. Her frustration threatened to bubble to the surface. “Almost eight years. He sacrificed everything so we could make it home. Now we know how to get to him and we're sitting on the fastest ship in the fleet.”

“We can't turn around again, you know-”

“I know our orders. We have to get the prototype drive system back to Freeground so they can examine it and put the Midland back into service.”

“Meanwhile Oz is taking command of the First-”

“She's the Sunspire again, now that she's in the regular fleet.”

Laura went on. “Like I was saying; Oz is taking the Sunspire and going after him. You know he'll be home in no time.”

“It'll take them seven weeks to get there, even with a wormhole.”

“That's unless we take the Special Projects team aboard and implement a version of the wormhole hyperdrive technology. It's the only thing missing on her. You know fleet would go for it, especially since the Sunspire is going to be a front line carrier again.”

“Well, that would give you a reason to join the crew,” Ayan said, her mood lifting a little.

“Jason could put in for a transfer from his post in Fleet Intelligence, she's an important ship.”

“I'm sure Oz would love to have you guys aboard his bridge. It's too bad I can't work with the crew in engineering.”

“You won't be able to get a post in engineering but if you're directing Special Projects you can work from your quarters if you like.”

“It was a miracle they cleared me for this trip. If I managed to get clear for another it would be as a short term passenger.”

Laura took her long time friend's hands in hers. “You have to come. You're the closest he has to real family.”

“It's like our time aboard the First Light was a dream sometimes. He was just learning to be a Captain, we were just learning to be with each other.”

“They still study some of our engagements at the academy. You should see the faces of the nuggets when the instructors tell them that we crewed that ship with only two hundred. The Fleet wants him back, you need him back, and everyone who served on Captain Valent's bridge feels like they're missing a member of their family.”

“I just feel like I'm running out of time.”

It was something Laura tried not to think about. Her friend was dying. The genetic flaws that had been embedded into Ayan before she was born were causing her internal organs to slowly fail. Replacement and regeneration were only delaying the inevitability. Cures were still months or years off. “Positively, you have to think positively.”

Ayan forced a smile and nodded. “I know.”

“We'll find him and you'll have plenty of time to remind him of where he comes from.”

“I just hope he doesn't do anything stupid or crazy in the meantime.”

Stupid or Crazy

The Bridge of the Bakersfield was a modest, clean and simple space. There was a pilot's station, communications, navigation and engineering. Captain Tasha Pauley had been in Jake Valance's employ as her Captain for over two years. He had never asked anything special of her or the crew.

All she had to do was take on safe, legal cargo, transport it, collect the cash and send him his share. It was easy work, if not the most exciting job she ever had. Excitement wasn't something she craved any longer, however. She had served on the Samson before retiring to the Bakersfield and saw plenty of action.

When he contacted her and asked that they perform one task for the Samson and leave the sector her curiosity was piqued despite the sense of dread she kept suppressed. The offer he had for her was enormous.

She had moved into the Bakersfield, more than anywhere else in the universe it was home to her and he knew it. For three quarters of what the ship was worth he was willing to sell it to her. With the partnership of her pilot she accepted the offer.

This short trip would be the last time she would take orders from Captain Valance. Part of her was relieved, but to her surprise she realized she would miss him. Even though they never ran into real trouble as a hauler, it was good knowing that he was there to bail them out if they needed help.

“Bakersfield in position. Welcome to the Ishuss system Captain Valance,” she said as the ship came out of hyperspace.

“Nice flying Bakersfield. Just drop your cargo in the right direction and you can move on to your next destination,” replied Captain Valance. The Samson was hiding inside the old cargo container that stretched out behind the larger cargo hauler.

“Right away sir. It was a pleasure being in your service.”

“Good luck out there,” Jake replied.

The Bakersfield released the cargo container and moved off mere seconds later, accelerating straight into hyperspace. The abandoned cargo container drifted and rotated slowly just ahead of the empty area of space most often used by starships decelerating out of hyperspace and shedding the energized particles that enshrouded their ships. The Ishuss system had designated that area as the primary emergence point. There were several quickly orbiting planets with dozens of moons, so most Captains kept to the safe, clear area.

Ashley took the spare moment to stretch as her new navigator, a younger man with dusty blond hair, looked at her nervously. “Now what do we do?” He asked in a hushed whisper.

“We wait. Captain said this hauler we're after should be along soon.”

“I know. I read the brief and heard what he said. But what do we do while we're waiting?”

“You see that light?” She said, pointing to a red light on his console.

“Yeah.”

“Count how many times it blinks,” she teased with a grin.

Finn couldn't help but chuckle as Cynthia shook her head.

Captain Valance didn't show any amusement or irritation. His manner was calm and neutral. “Stay sharp everyone. We can't afford to commit to this action without being prepared.”

Several minutes passed in silence. Ashley was looking at her controls, calmly going through the flight checklist in her head. Finn was looking over the reports from engineering. The new tactical officer – Daryl Garretty was his name – was reviewing the instructions he had received for the maxjack and Cynthia was watching for any new transmission sources. Captain Valance sat calmly, resting his chin on his interwoven knuckles.

“I see wireless noise,” Cynthia reported.

“Gravity distortion off our starboard side,” reported navigation excitedly.

“How far out?” Captain Valance asked.

“Nine seconds.”

“Everyone get ready.”

For some the few seconds before the Lilla came out of hyperspace were too few. For the seasoned crew of the Samson there were just enough time to take one deep breath before everyone got a chance to play their part.

The deep space hauler, Lilla came out of hyperspace a few kilometres away from the point predicted. For several minutes they barely moved.

“What are our passive sensors picking up?” Asked Captain Valance.

“Twenty two aboard, all systems running except for weapons, no shield emitters. The cargo train is reading fully loaded. Just over two kilometres,” replied the new tactical officer.

“Their weaponry consists of rocket launchers, they don't need to be charged,” Finn corrected. “They have three launch turrets, two of which they can point at us if we approach from above.”

“All right, we'll give them a chance to start accelerating towards the system interior.”

“Sir, I'm picking up a thermal reading from inside our ship,” Finn reported. “It looks like someone's bringing our engines online early, trying to shut it down.”

“Too late, bring it all on line. Get us out of this storage container, there goes our surprise. Whoever did that is getting left behind at the nearest safe port. For now, let's just try to get this done.”

The rear end of the cargo container hiding the Samson blew apart in all directions, drifting away in small pieces. Ashley fired the engines, backing the ship out into the clear. She spun the Samson so the upper side faced the Lilla then began accelerating in the direction of the much larger vessel. “Beginning hard three second burn. Bring the shields up now please.”

The tactical officer nearly jumped and brought all the shields online as quickly as he could. “Sorry!” He replied. Alarms began going off, the power systems couldn't handle such a sudden drain. It was something he had been warned about more than once. Garretty floundered, near panic trying to figure out what he had done wrong.

Captain Valance stood up and tossed the young officer aside, taking the controls and sending more power to the dorsal shields, reducing power to the rest of the emitters. The sensors at the tactical station warned that missiles were firing. “Incoming!” Was all he had the chance to say.

The ship rattled only slightly, but everyone could hear the inertial dampener systems straining to compensate for the force of the impact. He checked the damage. “Flip us around Ash! We lost an emitter and we have a hull breach.”

Ashley flipped the ship end over end so the maxjack was aimed perfectly at the port side of the cargo hauler and began decelerating.

The tactical officer picked himself up off the deck and tried to take his station, butting right in beside Captain Valance, trying to step in front of him. Jake elbowed him in the chest so hard he was sent across the deck onto his back. “You touch my ship again and I'll strap you to the bow for the ride home!”

“Impact in three, two-” shouted the navigator.

Captain Valance barely had the maxjack ready in time, but the main heavy grappler claws compensated for the impact and grabbed hold of the other ship's hull like an eagle's talon around the neck of a fish. He looked over to Finn who was checking hull stress.

“We're good sir.” Finn said hurriedly. “With your permission I'd like to go help secure the breach and check damage.”

“Go, they need you more back there.”

The tactical officer looked at Finn helplessly; “What do I do?” he asked as he shrugged helplessly.

“Get off the bridge!” Captain Valance snapped. “Go putty that breach with your worthless ass for all I care!”

Finn shook his head and quickly left the bridge, hauling the tactical officer behind him. “Follow directions, watch everything, stay safe,” he informed the slightly younger fellow.

“Ramirez, how is your op going?” Captain Valance asked.

“We're just sailing the solar breeze sir, almost right where we want to be.”

“Be aware, the maxjack is firing.”

“We're clear. Don't worry about us,” reassured Ramirez.

“Cynthia, inform Lilla command; they are to shut down systems and abandon ship.”

“I'll send it, but I don't think they'll like it,” she said as she watched the engineering station for hull stress problems as Finn had instructed the day before and operated communications at the same time.

Captain Valance checked the maxjack's hold on the ship and manipulated the other, more fine sets of arms to reinforce their attachment.

“Samson, we are part of a convoy. The rest of our group is not far behind. Your capture will not succeed and our escort will fire on you,” came the reply over the bridge speaker system.

“Cut communications,” ordered Captain Valance. “Firing maxjack.”

The plasma cutters began making a hole in the Lilla's hull. At first the armour was resistant, but after he managed to focus the white hot jets of plasma the going went much easier. After less than a minute he was almost finished. “Stephanie, get set for boarding action.”

“All set down here.”

“Ramirez, are you ready?”

“Yes sir, the packages are in place and we're ready. The bridge staff are in for one hell of a light show.”

“Good. Patch in to our communications with the Lilla. You'll know when it's showtime.” Captain Valance looked to Cynthia and nodded. She opened a channel between the bridge and the Lilla. “This is Captain Valance operating under the authority of the Aucharian Government. Abandon your vessel in a quick and orderly fashion or we will take further action.”

“If you're sending a boarding party through that hole you're making, it'll take you hours to get to our command center,” replied someone from the other ship.

“We're working on another entry point. Allow me to demonstrate.”

Ramirez took that as the signal, judging from the sounds over the communicator. There were several loud pops followed by the sound of cracking and creaking.

“Oh no,” Ashley said quietly, turning to face the captain.

The unmistakable sounds of atmosphere being pulled out of a hole and screaming came through the speaker system and then there was silence. Absolute dead silence.

“Ramirez, that was supposed to be a warning. The command crew were supposed to be scared, not spaced.”

“Oops,” was his only response.

“Get in there and check the bridge. See if you can patch into their internal comm system. Stephanie, start your boarding action as soon as the maxjack's airlock is secure.”

“Frost was our demolitions guy. I took an educated guess,” Ramirez tried to explain.

“Let's just hope some of them were smart enough to wear their vacsuits on the bridge,” Captain Valance replied.

“Hooking into the comm system now,” Ramirez said a moment later. “You can address the crew sir.”

“Crew of the Regent Galactic Cargo Hauler Lilla. We have decompressed the bridge of your ship and disposed of the command crew. We also have an armed party boarding your vessel. You are hereby ordered to abandon ship. Any resistance will be met with lethal force,” Captain Valance sealed the airlock of the maxjack onto the hole he had made and pressurized it. “You're clear to board Stephanie. Ramirez, see if your team can use internal sensors to tell Stephanie where to expect trouble.”

“Aye sir.”

They waited for several minutes. Stephanie got through the airlock with her mixed team of experienced boarding crew and members recruited from the Aucharian port. “There's no welcoming committee, moving inside,” she reported.

“We have three small craft leaving the cargo hauler,” reported navigation.

“Get a profile. Are they fighters or escape craft?” Asked Captain Valance.

“Here, let me show you,” Ashley said, leaning over to the navigator's station. “There, now your scanners are linked with our database.”

“They're escape craft sir,” the navigator reported. “Looks like five aboard each and a fourth just came up with three aboard.”

“Well, that's pretty much all of them, time to get the hell out of here,” Captain Valance said as much to himself as to anyone else as he double checked the maxjack's status. “Boarding crews; report secure when you've managed to get behind a bulkhead.”

“Meeting resistance further inside sir,” Stephanie shouted as she ducked behind the first corner after entering the airlock.

“They're not on internal sensors,” she heard Ramirez report through her subdermal communicator.

“Their vacsuits most likely block out any passive scans and conceal thermal profiles,” she replied, peeking around a corner using the electronic eye on the end of her rifle. It sent the images it was recording to a small semitransparent display in her faceplate. Their opponents were in military vacsuits. They weren't just crew members trying to keep boarders off the ship. A moment later they fired at the tip of her weapon, missing but making their point regardless. “Sir, they're in a better position than we are. I'll try to fix that.”

She pulled two round devices out of her thigh pocket, activated them both and rolled them around the corner. The soldiers behind her, four new recruits and one crew member from the Samson didn't even recognize the little machines. A moment later the hallway was filled with pulse weapon fire and after ten seconds an explosion rang out. Before the dust had settled Stephanie rolled out into the hallway and began firing. “Take the next corridor!” She shouted.

Only three of the enemy soldiers were down on the floor, two of them had been killed by the pulse grenades energy bolts, the third had been caught by the fragments when they exploded. Stephanie ordered two of the younger boarding crewmen ahead. “Fire on anything that moves.”

They rushed the next corridor and a grenade came sliding down the hallway at them. Stephanie reacted immediately. “Back!” She shouted as she was almost around the corner. The rear view display on her headpiece showed that one of the new recruits was just about to kick the grenade back down the hall. “No! Don't!” Just as she got around the corner the toe of his boot hit one of the detonation triggers dead on.

He and the crewman beside him were killed instantly. That left her with two new recruits and March, the only experienced boarding crewman she had brought along. She looked to him and nodded. “Grenades. We'll push them back and seal ourselves in.”

“Good idea.”

“Give us your grenades,” ordered the new boarding party members, they both looked terrified. After a moment one of them handed three standard fragmentation grenades to Stephanie and the other handed one to March, who looked at him in disbelief. “Really? One grenade?”

The corridor came to life with cover fire, making the corner impassible. March shrugged, set the grenade he had been given on a two second timer and tossed it with a flick of his wrist, leaving their opponents no time to react. The explosion put an end to the incoming pulse weapon fire.

“-unning out of time!” Stephanie heard through her communicator, it was the Captain.

“Working on it. We're almost safe!” Stephanie called back. She fired around the corner blindly with her rifle on full automatic, filling the hallway with energy rounds. March followed her lead and moved around the corner. When he started firing she moved in place beside him. They started walking down the hall slowly and stopped firing. One of the soldiers peeked around the corner. Stephanie and March both caught him in the forehead with a single shot.

Stephanie bounced a grenade against the far wall and around the corner. The sounds of shuffling ahead told her that it was a good shot and before two seconds had passed it went off. “Newbies! Move up!” She called out.

The new boarding crew members ran up behind them with rifles ready. Instead of peeking around the corner herself she tossed her last fragmentation grenade down the next hallway on a three second fuse.

“Everyone back!” They heard someone shout, but it was far too late. The abrupt explosion silenced all the shuffling in the next hallway and when they stepped around the corner they could see that the charge had taken out at least five soldiers.

Stephanie and March didn't let their guards down, but took the next hall in a rush. It was clear. She activated a basic control panel at the far end of the corridor and closed an emergency blast door. “You get the one at the other end, March.”

He nodded and hurried to close the blast door at the other end of the hallway, sealing them into the section so they would be safe in hyperspace to plan their next move.

“Secure!” Came Stephanie's report through the bridge sound system.

“We'll be a minute,” Ramirez said.

“Finn, how are we for entering hyperspace?” Asked the Captain.

“Fine, we lost three up here though. We'll be in cramped quarters as well. We lost the aft berth.”

“I have wireless noise incoming,” Cynthia reported. “Looks like several ships.”

“I don't see anything on gravitational sensors,” said Ashley's copilot.

“Well, something's coming in. Our intelligence might have been wrong about that ship being alone,” Captain Valance commented. “Anything yet, navigation?”

“Wait. Big gravity coming in!”

“Ramirez! We are out of time!”

“We're just getting secure now sir, give us ten seconds.”

“Ashley, fire it up, get ready to head into hyperspace,” Captain Valance ordered.

Just as he finished a much larger ship arrived from hyperspace right behind them. “Regent Galactic deep space destroyer, the Cray right behind us sir,” navigation reported.

“Ramirez?” Captain Valance asked impatiently.

“Secure!” He replied.

“Are you sure? Because we could just wait here to be boarded.”

“I'm sure sir.”

“Get us out of here.”

Ashley fired the engines and gradually brought them up to full power, turning the large hauler and her cargo train into their planned course.

“Incoming communication from the Cray. They're demanding we power down and prepare to be boarded or they'll be forced to destroy us.” Cynthia reported.

“You know, for once I wish they'd just call to say hello,” Ashley said as she made some fine adjustments. “Hyperspace in three, two, one.”

Rarities

The Clever Dream emerged from a wormhole at the edge of Euphoria Universal space. It was a solar system with twenty three terraforming operations under way and more bases than anyone could count.

Alice was at the controls and looked over the initial navigation data. “They're not very busy at this end. Strange.”

“The Hart News database says there is a trade embargo in place under the direction of one of the neighbouring systems,” Lewis replied. “Incoming transmission, I'll put it on a display.”

A blocky holographic head representing an artificial intelligence appeared at her right hand. “Welcome to Ara Enormis. Please state your purpose.”

The name of the largest base in the outer solar system always made her smile. It translated as 'large irregular rock' from Latin and if there was a better description she couldn't imagine what it was. It was also the oldest base in the system and had been hollowed out so much over the years that there wasn't much rock left.

The slowly turning base was difficult to measure, but there was enough room for six cities with millions of residents, thousands of private docking bays, two large ship construction yards, dozens of factories and harvesting stations. When the planets closer to the center of the solar system were ready for colonization tens of thousands of colonists would move from Ara Enormis and start a new life. After the first wave of colonists were finished preparing the planet for settlement hundreds of thousands would invariably follow.

She brought up the hologram of the massive base of operations and shook her head. They had brought in several smaller asteroids so they could be mined just a few kilometres away.

“I'm here to visit friends and refuel. I won't be around for more than a few days.”

“Are you certain? We are always willing to welcome young people to join the Euphoria Universal community.”

“I'm sure. Just passing through.”

“Do you require lodgings or docking facilities?”

“No thank you. Someone's going to take care of me. Transmitting identification and registration,” she selected which identity and ship registration she would use and sent the information.

“You're using your real name?” Lewis asked.

“Yup, I figure it's time for Alice Valent to make a reappearance. If Jonas decides to look for me he'll have a much easier time tracking me down.”

“So will Meunez. I see no reason why he would abandon his search.”

“Vindyne is gone, they're selling pieces off and their territory is in chaos. How would he continue?”

“His search for you seemed quite personal. If anything, I'd say he would be even more dedicated to finding you.”

“I don't think so. He'd at least be a little distracted for a while. It's too late anyway, I've already sent my ident in with reference to the alias I used here before.”

“I understand the urge for you to find the man who created you, and your frustration with using fake names but I am only suggesting that you keep things quiet. I couldn't stand seeing you come to harm,” Lewis said with concern.

“I know, but there's got to be a time to be out in the open.”

“Speaking of which, I just finished receiving the latest burst from Hart News. It seems you're not the only one coming out into the open.”

“Play it later, I should contact Wendy and her crew. Put me through to her company's comnet.”

“As you wish.”

Alice waited for a response to her transmission and a moment later a gruff looking older woman came up on her two dimensional display. “Mark and Catch Salvage Company. How can I help?”

“I'm looking for Wendy Lecteur. She used to run the Airless.”

“She still does. They're out on a job.”

“Can you tell her Sasha is visiting and give her my comm number?”

“Sure, why not?” said the woman before cutting the transmission.

“Funny, I find there are far many more rude biological beings than there are artificial personalities, but there are more artificial intelligences in the Galaxy.” Lewis commented.

“That's because we want artificial intelligences to be worth talking to for the most part.”

“While most biological personalities aren't worth talking to.”

“I wouldn't say that.”

“Would you like me to initiate communications with Bruce Fillion?”

Alice thought for a long moment. “He's still listed here?”

“It says this is still his home port and he checked in a week ago.”

“Let's take a look at that Hart News burst you finished downloading.”

“So you don't want me to inform Bruce you're in the system?”

“No.”

“You haven't had extended contact with another human being in quite some time now. I think he'd be happy to see you.”

“I'm not so sure about that.”

“It's only that I've noticed your overall well being improves when you have had enjoyable human company for a time. I'm sure your sudden departure would be forgiven.”

“Drop it Lewis. Did anything about Jonas come up in Hart News?” Alice asked impatiently.

“It did, actually. He's done a recruitment advertisement for the Aucharian Government. He's the spokesperson for their Privateering initiative.”

“What?”

“Someone matching your description has been added to the Aucharians missing persons database as well. They only list you as Alice with no last name.”

“He's looking for me,” she said quietly. The relief that washed over her brought tears to her eyes.

“That's a reasonable assumption. Are you all right Alice?”

She wiped her tears away and laughed. “I'm more than all right. With the fuel we have can we make it to that transmissions point of origin?”

“We would run out approximately half way there. We don't have the funds to purchase enough Xetima either.”

“I can't wait to get a collector and an energy converter kit added onto the hull.”

“We couldn't afford that either.”

“I know. Well, we'll have to find some work here. I'm sure Wendy will have something for us. But first I need to see this recruitment video.”

Lewis brought the recruitment video up on the main cockpit display.

Alice watched it wide eyed. The man she had known was there but there was a depth of dedication that was completely new. When he said he intended to do harm she believed him and was convinced that whatever harm he intended would be huge. The holographic recording finished and she sighed. “I think privateering is about to become very popular.”

“The statistics provided state that over three hundred ships have signed on.”

“Three hundred?”

“Yes. The Aucharians are offering letters of marque and general pardons to everyone with an armed vessel. Several captured Vindyne and Triad Consortium ships are among the new joiners.”

“How big is the war over there now?”

“There are currently nine solar systems marked as combat zones and over forty three points within those systems flagged as long term engagement areas.”

“That's huge.”

“It's the largest example of combat since the third fall of man.”

“You're right, here's hoping we're not headed for another dark age.”

“With the collapse of several sectors, the failing infrastructure on uncountable worlds thanks to the void left by Vindyne and the Triad Consortium, the likelihood is that billions of beings will experience that kind of strife within the next few months.”

“Well, it figures that Jonas would find himself in the middle.” The communications panel beside her lit up.

“Captain Lecteur on the line for you,” Lewis reported.

Alice brought her up on a small holographic projector. She was wearing a heavy vacsuit without the headpiece. Her round face was split by a great big smile. “Sasha! How are you?”

“Pretty good, how about you?” Alice answered.

“Great, just brought in our first really good salvage in weeks. What brings you back this way?”

“I'm headed spinward on personal business. I'm a little low on fuel and have been cooped up for weeks.”

“If I had my own Arcyn Starskipper I wouldn't mind being cooped up for weeks.”

“It's not as much fun without a crew.”

“Still solo? We'll have to talk about that. I'll have the company set you up with a place to park.”

“Thanks Wendy, see you on base.”

“She seemed very happy to see you,” Lewis commented after the channel closed.

“Yup. That probably means I figure into a plan she's been cooking,” the trajectory and landing instructions came up on Alice's console and she unlocked the pilot controls.

“Are you sure she wasn't just glad to see you?”

“Well, Wendy and I did have a lot of fun for a couple months here,” Alice started piloting the ship along the trajectory she had been given. “Not that much fun though. Hopefully whatever it is means enough work to get our tanks full.”

The landing bays for the Mark and Catch Salvage Company included two levels. One was a larger open bay for medium sized vessels and the other was a closed, compressed bay for smaller ships like the Clever Dream. To her surprise Alice was instructed to wait until Captain Lecteur met her at her ship before disembarking.

It didn't bother her, Alice was eager to look for any reports of the Samson or Jake Valance's activities. The only lead she had was that his new home port was most likely in or near the Enreega system, the home of the Aucharians. She wanted nothing more than to just take off and make her best speed there, but even if she started selling furniture and the few other luxuries she had she wouldn't make it.

The only options she had were to find work that might lead her in that direction and provide enough cash for fuel or sell the Clever Dream and make her way via standard transport. Selling her ship was out of the question.

Time passed quickly as she browsed news reports and ran searches for Jake. Before she knew it forty minutes had passed and Wendy Lecteur was at her gangway. “How's it going Sasha? Or should I say Alice?” She asked as she walked up the ramp.

“Good. Drifting, but good,” Alice said as she met her with a hug.

“Drifting? You're out of work? There's got to be a story behind that.”

“Actually, Alice is my real name. I had to use Sasha my last time through.”

“Well, it didn't work for long. Someone came through looking for you in the worst way after you disappeared.”

Alice led the way back down the gangway with Wendy in tow. It closed behind them. “Did they get to anyone?”

“Well, everyone with M&S was fine. They couldn't get to us with corporate backing. Bruce disappeared along with a couple other freelancers for a few days though. We were worried until he turned up.”

“Oh no, how is he?”

“He's all right now I think. It's been a year or so but he still won't talk about it. He hasn't hooked up with anyone since either.”

“I wish I didn't have to disappear.”

“Don't worry, I get it. You didn't leave anyone here hangin' either. The Company doesn't much care. They just don't want you out there with a price on your head while you're working for them.”

“So Bruce is really okay now?” Alice asked quietly as they walked through the quiet hangar. The dimmed lights told her they were on night cycle.

“You mean could you walk up to the Blue Skipper and expect a warm welcome? I don't know, he doesn't talk about you, even if someone brings your name up in conversation. He just gets quiet.”

“I should have warned him they could come after him for being close to me. Maybe I should just stay away.”

“On the other hand he hasn't been with anyone I've seen since you disappeared. Go see him. Sure he'll be pissed at first, but it might help if he sees you're in one piece.”

“Maybe,” Alice said quietly.

“So, can I buy you a drink and hear all about your adventures across the stars? It's gotta be better than our salvage cruises.”

“Sure, but first, how have things been going for you and your crew?”

They walked down one of the long hallways within the section of port under the ownership of Mark and Salvage Company. The inner halls and chambers were simply passages that were dug out of hard black and white speckled stone, reinforced and polished. “It's gotten pretty lean. I'm lucky I've been here longer than most, otherwise we would have been laid off or reduced to hauling ore. The embargo here has colonists wondering if anything will ever be terraformed. Word through the Company is that there will be one planet and two moons ready for seeding within a year. I believe it.”

“They've been at it long enough.”

“You said it. They should have a couple planets and five moons almost ready for all the effort they've put in but supply shortages have caused problems. It's more like the old fashioned terraforming.”

“Old fashioned terraforming?” Alice asked as the mismatched pair walked into the cantina that featured an intermittent view of the main port through transparent portions of the outer wall. There were a couple dozen tables with a small stage at one end and a stone bar at the other.

“When humans were first edging out from the Sol system they couldn't bring much with them so they had to make sure that whatever they terraformed had enough water, minerals, fuels, and everything else they'd need. A lot of colony ships didn't make it. Mars took five tries and the better part of a two centuries. I'm surprised you don't know all this stuff, you're the one with Earth nostalgia.”

“I mostly like what's left of the twentieth to twenty first century histories.”

“Oh, I remember. You used to say how Bruce looked like Joaquin Phoenix. How anyone could sit through a non-interactive two dimensional movie is completely mystifying to me.”

“He does though. You can't tell me you don't see the resemblance, it's like he was reborn.”

“Well, they do look alike. What are you drinking?” Wendy asked.

“Nothing that's supposed to taste like fruit, unless you guys managed to figure out what oranges taste like.” Alice said. “Maybe a cream liqueur.”

“Hey there young fella. Fix this little lady a mint sarsaparilla,” Wendy ordered, leaning up against the bar rendering her best imitation of John Wayne.

Alice couldn't help but laugh as the bartender, a beat up robot with three arms pulled up a bottle of green liquid and a glass. “The closest match we have is Green Creeme Liqueur, I do not know how to make sarsaparilla.” It said flatly. One three centimetre circle adorned its rectangular head and it lit up with every syllable.

“Someone really has to upgrade you. Pour us two.” Wendy said dismissively, turning to Alice. “I miss having you around. You came in, got me hooked on old cowboy movies, converted to hologram, of course, and then took off. I do a good impression of Don Wayne-”

“John Wayne,” Alice corrected, taking the fluted glass from the bartender. It had mixed the Green Creeme with some kind of soda water and added crushed ice dispensed from an appendage that seemed to come out of nowhere.

“A good impression of John Wayne and no one here gets it. I'm ruined, no one else understands me.”

They took a seat a few meters away from the bar and Alice couldn't help but notice that a few of Wendy's crew were trying to look like they didn't notice her. “I'm sorry, I guess I just live the outlaw's life in a modern way,” Alice said with a smile. “Trust me, if I could have stuck around long enough to hook a few more people into mid twentieth century film I would have.”

“How is the outlaw's life treating you?”

“It's better in the movies.”

“Not from what I've seen. Most of those movies end with the sheriff shooting the outlaw and all his friends.”

“Well, I'm here, I don't have enough fuel to get where I'm going and I'm not far off from being flat broke,” Alice said with a shrug. “That, and I keep looking over my shoulder every time the door opens half hoping it's an old flame and half dreading the thought.”

“Well, you don't have to worry about being flat broke for long. I have something for you.”

“You mean the Company has something for me.”

“Nope, I have a job for you.”

Alice took a sip of the green concoction and nodded to herself. “That's not bad. Okay, what kind of job is it?”

“I have to get something from here to a customer who has been waiting for it for a few months.”

“You can't make the delivery on a company ship?”

“This is the kind of delivery the Company generally doesn't like,” Wendy whispered.

“The Company doesn't frown on much.”

“Well, this is something I found during a salvage and the Supervisor was happy to look the other way. They don't want any part of it.”

“Okay, I'm curious, but that doesn't mean I'll do it. You know I could do expedited courier work for a few weeks and move on.”

“You've done smuggling before, this wouldn't be any different,” Wendy coaxed quietly.

Alice had never seen her friend test the water so much in conversation. Wendy was the type to just come out with it. “I get the feeling this is. What did you find?”

“Well, this transport wrecked when one of their emitters blew in hyperspace. They couldn't have been going too fast, since only a few meters of the port side was torn up but it was enough to knock their life support and main power out. We got the emergency transmission and arrived too late. They were from the Lethis System, you know, blackout central, and too far away for us to bother reporting the casualties. We got an all clear for the salvage operation center and hauled it back.”

“The Lethis System is in blackout status for a reason. They restrict that area with so much detection gear and firepower that I don't even put wormholes through within five light years of the place. No one knows what goes on there for sure.”

“Well, I could find out.” Wendy said, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair with a smile.

“You got a database?” Alice asked excitedly, keeping her voice down.

“Yahuh, a whole active high capacity organic data block. It's not empty either.”

“That's enough storage space to take in half the Stellarnet without breaking a sweat and not many people have seen or used one.”

“I've got one and that's not the biggest find.”

“I know I shouldn't even ask, but I can't resist.”

“There are four sealed deep stasis pods the company didn't know what to do with. They couldn't destroy them, didn't want to keep records of the find, and definitely didn't want to take them into inventory.”

“People?”

“Nope, eggs.”

“What?”

“Eggs the size of your head with some kind of genetically engineered specimen inside. It has something to do with the edxi. The genetic material they used is based on them.”

Alice's jaw dropped for a moment before she caught herself and used the small control panel on the table to request some music from the bar entertainment system. “There, this way there's less chance of someone overhearing you and spouting off at the mouth, starting an intergalactic war.”

“Oh come on, we're on the edge here but we're no where near their territory.”

“The last time humans came into contact with the edxi we were classified as a viable food source.”

“Everyone knows the story of the solitary shuttle coming out of hyperspace at Daybreak Station with crazy humans inside claiming a bunch of alien lizards took all their shipmates and sent a few of them back with a warning. That's more of an urban legend, no one actually believes it.”

“Well, I'd say if there's anyone in the galaxy you don't want after you, it would be them. Everyone knows ships that go into their space don't come back out. Besides, they're more like leathery skinned half insect people from the one or two blurry images I've seen.”

“Well, there's a collector offering a lot of cash to get his hands on these. He needs the data and the stasis chambers. This one delivery would buy you enough fuel to get you half way across the galaxy in that hotrod you fly and your passengers wouldn't be any trouble.”

“How much is he paying?”

“I can give you one million and he'll fill your tanks.”

“I want the cash in advance.”

Wendy was at the same time shocked and angry. “I can't bank that.”

“You also don't have another trustworthy friend with her very own wormhole drive.”

“But you don't trust me enough to do this and take payment after?”

Alice thought for a moment. Wendy wasn't always what anyone would consider a kind person. The Company liked her as a captain because she got things done on time and on budget, not because she was a caring, nurturing person. At the same time she wasn't a common cutthroat. If she was going to go against someone they knew when and why. “Fine, just top my tanks up. I need to make sure I can make this trip in as few jumps as possible.”

“I've seen how expensive it is to fill your tanks. I can give you fifty thousand before you make the run.”

“Where is this cargo going?”

“Yuelle Varr Moon.”

“Creepy. I've heard of that place. They've used it to make horror holomovies the genuine way. Other than that it's just got a couple harvesting operations and private mansions.”

“See? You know more about the destination than I do.”

“I get a lot of time to read. Besides, I saw the Frankenstein remake they did there.”

“Any good?”

“I like the original Gene Wilder version better.”

“So you'll do it?”

“I doubt I'll find anything here that will pay better. Just tell me when I can pick up my cargo.”

“It'll take me a day or so to get it out of storage,” Wendy said with a smile that could have lit up the room.

Bunk Chatter

The first ten hours after entering hyperspace had been hectic. A lot of damage had been done to the Samson and it took the entire maintenance team to reinforce the supports around the exposed section of the ship. After that was completed several panels had to be temporarily rewired to bypass sections they wouldn't be able to access until they were out of hyperspace and able to repair the areas open to space.

While that was underway Ramirez and Stephanie's teams were doing a sweep of the larger cargo hauler. It was twice the size of the Samson and there was a group of five soldiers left aboard. They had dug in to a supply storage area near engineering and it took both Ramirez's and Stephanie's teams to overtake them. They refused to be taken captive, so the hour long firefight ended with Ramirez losing one man and one of Stephanie's newbies running ahead and stepping into a trap that nearly got her entire team killed.

Everyone was exhausted by the time the Captain ordered everyone but the watch and his First Officer to rest.

Finn laid down in his bunk, stretching his arms and legs out. His muscles were sore and it felt so good to just have a slow, long stretch. The only good thing about his bunk was that it was over two meters long. The space between his mattress and the bunk above was little more than one meter, more than enough room to roll over for him but that's about all. There were six of them in the compartment. He didn't mind so much. Everyone was still winding down from the day. They were tired, but their minds were wide awake.

There were only two new crewmembers in the compartment just then, everyone else had already been on the Samson for some time when he signed up. They had both been working with the repair team, a tall brunette woman named Vera who followed directions well, and a blond girl who had a lot of scholastic training and liked to question every order. She had nearly electrocuted herself at least three times and had proposed an idea that would shut down half the ship's power during its execution.

Finn kept his eye on her, she was a know it all with very little consideration for how things actually worked. She preferred to operate under the assumption that everything was made the way she thought it should have been.

As Finn finished his long stretch Agameg smiled at him from the bunk across the cabin. He was sticking to the bunk above him without using his hands.

“How do you do that?” Finn asked quietly.

“We can form our tendrils into short appendages. It can come in handy when you find yourself wishing you had a third hand. I don't bother with that sort of thing when I'm about to sleep or in a vacsuit though, so I'm using a belt.”

Finn looked closer in the dim light and saw that there was a long strap around his friend's knees, back and waist, attaching him to the upper bunk's support bar. “Ah.”

“I think the real question there is why you do that?” Asked Julie as she leaned out from the bunk above so she could see where Agameg was hanging.

“Oh, my species enjoys sleeping in a hanging position or in zero gravity. As morphic organisms we evolve and adapt very quickly. My family has been in space for fifteen generations now so we've come to prefer low gravity conditions.”

“I would have taken; 'I like it', or 'I'm part bat' or 'my mattress is lumpy'.” Julie said with a grin. “You really like to explain things, don't you?”

Agameg puffed his ultra fine face tendrils, it was how he chuckled when he was in his native form. “I was raised in a tradition of storytelling and I enjoy honesty.”

“We call that long winded.”

“I'm sorry.”

“No, it's okay. I like long winded if it's interesting. There are so many people out here who don't say more than they have to, and the ones who do go on are usually wind bags. You know, nothing but air.”

“I know wind bags, like Burke. He used to go on about the most insignificant things. He never shared his own stories, always borrowed someone else's or falsified them.”

“I know I don't miss him,” Came the voice of Douglas from the bunk above Finn. “The Captain did the right thing, forced the truth out of him and tossed him off the ship.”

“I agree. Burke was never afraid to show his dislike for my race. It had something to do with me being a shape shifter. I'm not even a very good one.”

“Oh! That reminds me. I hear you can do a good imitation of the Captain.” Douglas said, he rolled so he was leaning out into the short aisle between our bunks. His eager grin was infectious. “I've gotta see it.”

“It's not really that good,” Agameg said with a shrug.

“Oh, come on, show us!” Julie goaded. “Have you ever seen it?” she asked Finn.

“This is the first I hear of it,” he thought for a moment. “If everyone promises they'll keep it a secret will you do it? Just for a minute?”

Agameg whistled quietly then nodded. “You have to give me your word. I don't want our Captain to worry about me imitating him.”

“You've got it!” Said Douglas.

“I won't tell a soul,” Julie agreed.

“It won't go past that door,” Swore Vera.

“Sure, I'll keep it a secret.” Said the other recent addition.

“Well, I know I'll keep it to myself,” Finn grinned. He had seen several aliens in his lifetime as they passed through port. Befriending one was new, but Agameg had become his best friend on the ship.

Agameg shrugged, made a small whistling sound and closed his dark, glossy green eyes. He took three deep breaths and in the space of a second his entire form changed. If they didn't know better, everyone in the cabin would have been convinced that it was Captain Valance.

“That's fast!” Douglas said, nearly losing his balance and falling out of his bunk.

“That's amazing, you look exactly like him!” Commented Julie as she reached down and touched his arm. “Can you do the voice?” She asked with a grin.

To Finn it all happened in slow motion. First, the door just started opening, then Ashley's head just started peeking inside. She was just about to wave at Finn but then she caught sight of Agameg and her jaw dropped. Then Agameg did the voice.

“Frost! Leave Ashley alone! It's not her fault she's an excellent physical specimen and you have unrealistic expectations for a mating partner! Now man the maxjack before I pair you up with a nafalli in heat!”

The cabin was filled with laughter. Ashley stepped inside smiling uneasily, not quite getting the joke and looking at Price quizzically. “Captain?”

Agameg turned his head and spotted her then. The look of utter shock and terror on his face as he exclaimed; “Oh God! I'll be put off at the next port!” It was the Captain's face and voice he said it with, however, which prompted even more laughter from everyone.

He shifted back to his native form and his green eyes were perfectly round as he held his hands out in a pleading gesture to Ashley. “I am so sorry! I'll do anything in trade for your discretion!”

Ashley burst out into laughter, finally realizing what was going on. When she and the rest of the cabin quieted down she sat down on Finn's bunk and considered the trade, pondering exaggeratedly. “Hmmm... there's something really appealing about having the only shape shifter aboard in my pocket.”

“I would be in your debt!” Agameg begged.

“Oh don't worry, I won't tell him. You'll have to show him some day while we're on leave though. I'm sure you'd get a laugh.”

“Yeah, right before he puts a sonic disruptor in your vacsuit,” Douglas scoffed. “No more shape shifting for you.”

“He wouldn't do that. Besides, you might get brought in on an important job. If you play your part right it could mean a big bonus,” Ashley reassured. “I mean, you have a unique skill to offer. I say you show him whenever he has the time.”

“Hey, she's right. I never thought about it,” Julie added.

“Well, I wouldn't do it just now. I ran into the Captain on my way here. He's in a mood,” said Douglas.

Ashley laid down beside Finn and looked at him. “Do you mind if crash here?” She whispered.

Finn was taken completely by surprise. “Um.”

The cabin fell utterly silent, all eyes were on the pair.

Julie cleared her throat. “Psst. The answer you're looking for sounds something like; 'why, be my guest.' or 'not at all!' or even; 'my rack is your rack.'”

Ashley didn't wait for an answer, she just rolled over, crushed her back into Finn's chest and pulled his arm over her shoulder. “It's not like that, Cynthia is snoring so loud the cabin's about to implode. Besides, as you can see I'm still wearing my vacsuit.”

“Suuuure!” Came the jeer from above as Douglas smiled and nodded. “Just keep it down when the lights go out.”

“Anyway, about the Captain's mood; he was about to join Stephanie below. They finished their sweep of the hauler and were just getting ready to check the cargo manifest.”

“Did he say what it was?” Asked Vera.

Ashley hesitated a moment before answering. “It's military, I know that much.”

“What, like munitions for the front kind of thing?” Julie prodded.

“That would have come up on passive scanners,” Finn pointed out. “What I saw was very dense but there were a lot of open spaces between. It didn't have a profile I recognized at a glance, but it wasn't weaponry I don't think. Not exclusively anyway.”

“Well, I shouldn't say more than I have already, but I know for sure that it has something to do with Vindyne tech.”

“Like the stasis pods on the slave train?” Asked Agameg.

“Uh-huh.”

“But there were no biological readings. It must be heavy equipment or something,” Finn added.

“That might explain why it took us eight days in hyperspace and extra time to set up. He's cherry picking,” Douglas said. “It must be a pretty good haul. I smell bonus.”

“I wouldn't assume extra profit,” Agameg replied. He looked much more relaxed. “When we entered the cargo train and saw all those Vindyne stasis pods Captain Valance had a very strong reaction. I would assume he has personal business involving Vindyne. Perhaps they are a subsidiary of Regent Galactic.”

“Well, I've heard a lot about the privateering days from Stephanie. Enough to know that big equipment means a big payday. Either way, we'll find out what's in those containers or we won't. It's not our job to know everything. Besides, I trust Captain's judgement. If we don't need to know, we don't need to know,” Ashley concluded sleepily.

The conversation came to a gentle stop just then. No one was willing to argue that point with her.

Spoils

“How's the Samson Captain?” Stephanie asked as she met Jake in the cargo train management center. It was more elaborate than the one aboard the Vesuvius. Made for longer trains with more mass and complex systems, there was a control ring with positions for two crewmembers. The ring included several control panels and displayed the general status of the interior and exterior of the cargo train through two large holograms.

As ordered Stephanie had only checked the general status so they knew they wouldn't have any problems hauling the cargo off into hyperspace.

“The Samson will survive, as usual. We got away with three small holes, one really big hole. We lost five crew all told, four of them were new.”

“It could have been worse. Do I know the seasoned crewman we lost?”

“It was Feretti.”

“Ah, I don't think they'll miss him in the berth. I hear he stunk the place up pretty bad.”

“He kept his section in pretty good shape. I'm getting tired of training new people,” Jake said as he stepped into the center of the control system and turned the main console on.

“Captain, I've got to know, why so tight lipped about this haul?”

“You know it's Vindyne military gear.”

“Yes, but there's a lot more to it. I've never seen you go through so much trouble verifying a capture. We went almost two weeks out of our way.”

“When there was a much easier capture just a day away.”

“An unarmed hauler, right.”

“Well, for one, this hauler doesn't carry supplies,” he said casually as he brought up the holographic display of the cargo. “These are Marauder class Corvettes. This train contains thirty.”

Stephanie looked at the three meter long hologram of the cargo train outside of the command ring. She couldn't believe her eyes. “They were transporting warships? Why not just fly them individually?”

“When Regent Galactic bought parts of Vindyne they didn't arrange for crews on each vessel. That area of space is in chaos, there are power vacuums everywhere. It's worse than war in that area of space, dozens of solar systems are collapsing. Getting a trustworthy crew together is pretty hard.”

“So they crew one armed hauler and hide the corvettes inside. You're right Captain, this is worth a fortune. You're going to be a hero all over again.”

“That's the plan but whoever crews these won't be thanking me. Aside from solid shielding and an easy to clean interior these ships are cheaply made, cramped and slow.”

“You've served on one sir?”

“I don't know, but I remember them somehow. I can't stand the look of them, but they're familiar. The manifest says these ships were sold as is, so I'm hoping Vindyne didn't get a chance to wipe their databases.”

“What are you looking for?”

“Any records referring to the First Light or her Captain. Oomal said she met me at Zingara station before I started captaining the Samson. That's right inside Vindyne space. I might have friends out there, allies.”

“Maybe a ship?”

“I'm not getting my hopes up. Whatever happened to me was severe. It might have been so bad that I don't want to remember.”

“But you need to know.”

“Exactly, and if anyone knows how I could find my daughter or what she's running from, it would be other people from my past.”

“And in the meantime this privateering is going to make you so popular that she'll know exactly where to meet you.”

“Right. Those are my plans. As for the crew, I think they have one hell of a bonus coming. Just don't inform them yet. I don't know what our allies can afford to pay for these.”

“Did you ever think of taking one? The Samson's a great ship for her size, but she's ageing and we've been going after some serious targets.”

“I don't know why exactly, but even though I know there's good technology aboard, I don't trust these Marauders. I get this mental image of hull plating that's just a couple centimetres thick under all that energy shielding,” he shuddered and started the computer core activation sequence on the Marauder Corvettes. “One big EMP and you're left with nothing but a flimsy hull.”

“Right, in that case forget I asked. No wonder Vindyne fell apart.”

“That won't stop me from stealing several power amplifiers and materializers. That'll have to wait for tomorrow, it'll take nine hours for the computer cores to finish loading up. They're completely cold.”

Just Visiting

The Blue Skipper was built around a very old fashioned concept. The designers had made the ship so it had as much cargo space as possible within a one hundred fifty meter long frame. The vessel was made to carry relatively small amounts of precious cargo, not to haul a long train of containers even though it did have the standard hookups as an afterthought. The hull was shaped as though it was made of large square blocks. The six engines had been retracted so the ship could fit into the landing bay, they were the only round parts to the vessel.

The bulky appearance and grey hull suited her owner perfectly. Bruce wasn't a complicated man, and he believed in the merits of dedication, hard work and little else.

One huge armour plate had been removed from the lower port side engine and Alice could hear someone rattling around inside as she approached. She hesitated for a long moment.

“You've come all this way. No backing out now,” Lewis coaxed through her subdermal communicator.

“Not now Lewis,” she replied mentally. It was her memory of him, the quiet times they spent together and the life she enjoyed with him for just a few months. Ara Enormis wasn't a place she'd choose to call home, but in a short time she had made friends there, found acceptance, had even played the hero once when raiders went after a large convoy and she drove them off. Alice had also fallen in love.

Bruce's head came up out of the engine compartment. His blond brow was furrowed, his shoulder length wavy hair was a mess and he was stripped to the waist. He was frustrated with whatever difficulties he was having down there. At first he didn't notice her, then she stepped forward.

He noticed her, his grey blue eyes looked her up and down then locked with hers. For a moment he still looked irritated. Before long his expression softened. “Sasha?” He asked quietly.

She nodded and took a few more tentative steps forward. “My real name is Alice.”

He pulled himself out of the engine compartment, took three long steps and caught her up in his arms. “I know,” he said quietly as he held her to him. “I missed you.” He was a large man, two and a quarter meters and still had the thickly muscled build of a colonist farmhand.

“I'm sorry I had to leave the way I did,” She pressed her head against his chest. How could she have thought he would be anything but kind to her?

“I understand. They got to me, put me away for a few weeks but turned me out when their machines told them I didn't know anything. I wouldn't have told them anything if I did.”

“I wish I could have warned you, told you to run. I was so worried but I couldn't look back.”

He turned her face up to look at him with a finger under her chin and gently wiped a tear away. “Hey, ease up. Everyone's fine here,” he whispered before kissing her slowly. Long moments later he picked her up and walked her straight up the entranceway ramp.

This wasn't anywhere near the reception she expected. “Didn't get married while I was away?” She asked, nibbling his earlobe.

“You're a hard act to follow. Haven't had so much as a weekender.”

“So you're just going to drag me to your cabin and have your way?” She teased, slowly drawing her finger down the center of her vacsuit, opening a slit down to her navel.

He took the bare metal staircase leading up to the berth three at a time. “Yup, might just keep you locked in there for a while. Don't want you getting away too soon.”

Alice feigned an exaggerated expression of shock and squirmed a little, his arms tightened around her knees and shoulders in response. “Oh no! What will I have to do to win my freedom?”

Bruce laughed as he stepped through the doorway to his quarters. “We're about to find out.”

Happy Landings

Ashley stood in front of the new materializer. It was her first time using one made primarily for dispensing food. The machine was smaller than the other dispensers in the galley, but according to Finn it was just like the expensive ones fast food places used. The Captain had one built into his command unit, he had loaned it to her a few times to make vacsuits for herself, but it couldn't do food very well. She had secretly tried.

“One serving apple sauce,” she ordered. It listed what she had requested on a small screen with various pictures showing different varieties. She selected one and it appeared a moment later. In one swift motion the spoon went into the sauce and then her mouth. “It tastes so real,” she whispered to herself as she savoured it.

Looking around to make sure the galley was still empty she put the small bowl on the table and looked back at the materializer. “Peach sauce,” she ordered quietly. The screen displayed only two varieties and after she selected one it appeared in a similar bowl. She picked it up and smelled it. “Oh my God, Vindyne employees ate like kings.”

Putting it down, she giggled and looked at the materializer. “Okay, now let's try something a little more interesting. Banana cream with chocolate sprinkles in one bowl with a larger bowl on the side,” her eyes went wide as the built in computer concocted an image on the screen that depicted what she was looking for. Ashley selected it and a moment later she carefully took it out of the machine.

With great care and precision she poured the apple sauce and peach into the larger, empty bowl simultaneously so they were each taking up half the space then she transferred the fluffy banana cream on top. She just stared at it for a moment, holding her spoon at the ready.

“Having a late snack?” Stephanie asked as she walked into the galley.

“Couldn't sleep anymore, kept thinking about the magic food machine.”

“You know this thing can make a pair of boots in a few minutes just as easily as it can churn out chow,” Stephanie said as she took a spoon from the cup on the counter and made to join in on Ashley's snack.

“Oh no you don't! I created it, I'll eat it!” she called out, holding her spoon up like a weapon.

Stephanie laughed and shook her head. “What is it anyway?”

“Peach sauce on one side, apple on the other, banana cream with sprinkles on top,” Ashley said as she took her first spoonful of apple sauce and cream. She rolled her eyes and sighed after a moment, enjoying her creation.

Stephanie thought for a moment and snapped her fingers. “Hot chocolate pudding cake,” she said to the machine. “With whip cream,” she finalized her selection and it appeared, steaming in an insulated bowl.

Ashley eyed the fragrant desert as Stephanie took a seat at the table. “I've never seen that before.”

“It takes hours to make from scratch.”

She slowly inched her spoon towards Stephanie's bowl. “Can I try just a little-”

“Is your spoon-fu good enough? This is a test you should not undertake I think.” Stephanie said as she took an exaggerated defensive posture with her spoon.

“Fine, I'll just try it next time,” Ashley pouted. “I shouldn't have more than one desert a day anyway. Regular fitness supplements only do so much in regular doses.”

“You've got that right. This pudding is going straight to my hips. Especially if we spend this much time in hyperspace between jobs.” She took a bite of steaming cake and pudding. “Then again, we could always have this machine add all our nutritional and physical maintenance supplements to deserts.”

Ashley's eyes lit up. “Nooo, you're kidding right?”

“Nope, too many alterations change the flavour though. We could experiment.”

Finn walked into the galley, glanced at the two women and their deserts then stopped at the materializer. “Chocolate flavoured meal replacement bar, eight ounces.” After a moment it appeared and he sat down.

Ashley and Stephanie just stared at him silently.

“What?” He asked around a bite of his snack.

“You could order any of twenty thousand dishes and you get an energy bar?” Stephanie asked.

“It's breakfast. We're coming out of hyperspace soon.”

Ashley checked the time on her small wrist computer and boggled for a moment. “You're right, it's a lot later than I thought.”

“You mean earlier. It's oh-four hundred.”

“Still night time,” she retorted as she slowly scooped a spoon full of peach and cream.

“Only if you're on certain worlds. Local clocks are all different than Coreworld Time,” Stephanie added.

“I still think it's night time. They call it night watch anyway.”

The three ate their snacks quietly, Finn and Stephanie enjoying foods they hadn't had in a long time and Ashley savouring something that she had only dreamt of.

When Finn finished his bar he ordered another and made his way to the bridge. Captain Valance was already there, looking over a hologram of a silver hulled ship doing combat with a carrier twice its size. It looked like a sleek antique vessel attacking a modern killing machine, only the antique was winning in brutal fashion.

“Good morning,” Finn said as he handed the meal replacement bar to him.

“It's still night cycle,” he replied as he rotated the combat scenario viewpoint.

“I've never seen a ship like that before, what's it called?” Asked Finn.

“The First Light. The database we stole from those old ships we're hauling says it's called the Sunspire now.”

“Looks like it's tearing that carrier to shreds, none of her fighters have a chance either.” The losing ship exploded outward from the center.

Jake stopped the playback and zoomed in to the impact area. “They must have thrown a couple hundred kilograms of antimatter at this thing along with God knows what else. Headed straight on as well, no fear or hesitation in the tactical approach.”

“That hull might be pretty thick, I hear they were paranoid when they built some of the long range ships a couple hundred years ago.”

“Sudden decompression is something everyone avoids however they can. I just can't believe what this database is telling me,” Jake said quietly, Finn could barely hear him.

“What's that sir?” Finn asked as he checked the ship's status.

Captain Valance sat quietly looking at the profile of the silver ship in front of him. Just when Finn thought Jake wasn't going to answer he chuckled and went on. “Apparently I Captained this ship. There was a ridiculous bounty on my head and in the database I'm still marked as being in custody. Vindyne had it out for me and it looks like I was caught.”

Stephanie and Ashley came through the bridge doorway then and judging from their expressions they had heard the Captain's last statement.

He went on. “I was the Captain of a long range Freeground destroyer. That explains my military experience. I think I know how to call home,” he said quietly. “Too bad it would take over two months for any message to get there.”

“Two months?” Ashley asked, shaking her head as she settled into the pilot's station.

“Unless I get something through the high priority Newsnets, then it might be a little over a week.”

“Expensive,” Stephanie said as she started sending wake alarms to several crew members through the communications station, starting with Cynthia. “I know it would cost my entire savings to send a short encrypted burst.”

“I'll see if I can get the Aucharians to help. Otherwise we might be taking whatever we get paid for this run and making like civilians. I think the crew deserves a vacation on Enreega.”

“It would also give your daughter a chance to catch up to us,” Ashley pointed out as she checked the pilot's station.

“Exactly. It would give the crew a chance to contact their families and get some rest too.”

“Won't the politicians want you to follow them around for a while sir? You know, now that you're a bit of a celeb,” Stephanie asked with a wry grin.

Captain Valance cringed visibly. “Okay, maybe we'll find a port that isn't quite right in their political center.”

“Coming out of hyperspace in five seconds,” Ashley announced.

Jake moved to the copilot's seat and was ready just in time.

The defensive platform cleared them in short order and their vessel was scanned by small support craft as they were directed to the main military port. Once there they dropped the captured cargo hauler and its train, leaving it behind for the Privateering committee to assess and manage, they were directed to dock with the large, round hospitality ring at one end of the massive shipyard.

Every class of ship was in for repair or upkeep. There was more military hardware there than any of them had ever seen in one place and the Samson was allowed into the area because of its status amongst the Privateers. It was the unofficial flagship for the unofficial fleet.

The hospitality docking area was under what looked like a shelf and when the Samson latched on they were hidden on top and bottom by the massive hull of the sub-base. Ashley worked through her post flight list with Jake's help. “You seem distracted,” he said quietly.

She looked at him and smiled uneasily. “I've never seen anything like this. I should feel safe with all this around but I don't. These warships are huge, but they're half wrecked. Makes me wonder what would happen if the Samson ever got caught in a real fight.”

Jake looked around the cockpit. Finn was scrolling through the profiles of all the different ships in the area on a secondary display at his engineering station and Stephanie was right there looking on, commenting on some of the more interesting military vessels. It occurred to him then that none of them had seen this kind of thing, but it still didn't feel new or unusual to him. “It's almost like any other port. The real differences are that everyone here knows who we are and we're on their side. This is the safest place in the galaxy for us right now. As far as the Samson getting caught by a big warship, well, we're a lot more manoeuvrable and faster than most ships in that class.”

“That doesn't mean I'd ever want to experience it.”

“I can't disagree with you,” Jake replied with a thin smile.

Finn and Stephanie were still looking through a display of ships in the area. “This destroyer has forty eight guns and it's only three hundred meters long. Some of these ships are just downright malicious looking,” Stephanie commented.

“But look at the damage. This cruiser's got so many holes in its starboard side that I'm surprised it made it back to port. More than half the ships here are in for serious repair.” Finn said as he brought up the profile of a six hundred meter long multi-role cruiser. It had fighter bays, and was loaded down with guns and armour. “I hope they have five ships out there for every one that's in for repair.”

“Better hope for fifty,” Stephanie said. “Regent Galactic is much larger than this government and their systems. RG has a couple hundred worlds, most of which produce a profit. Their military has to be pretty impressive.”

“It is. Good thing this won't be our fight for much longer. It's just about time to move on,” Captain Valance said as she got out of the copilot's seat. “Any transmissions from the station?”

Cynthia was sorting through the advertising and other chaff, trying to find important messages. “Just the regular acknowledgements and advertising. I think I've almost got a filter built. Too bad I couldn't figure Burke's out, it would have saved me a lot of time.”

“I'm not surprised. He was a good comms man but he didn't like anyone else using his tools.” Jake watched her sort through the messages for a moment before his personal communicator silently signalled that he had an incoming call. He checked it and sat down in the command chair before bringing up the holographic representation of Minister Timmer on his arm command unit. “We just received the initial report on your capture Captain Valance. Word has already been leaked to the press, we don't know how. Regardless of that, congratulations are in order.”

“I hope I've met your expectations.”

“You've far surpassed them. I expected you to take down a few supply ships, perhaps capture a scout or picket vessel if we're lucky. Taking on an armed hauler with thirty warships has several departments very happy you're on our side. I had to give the treasury department a direct order to issue your reward, otherwise they would have stalled for as long as possible. You've caught everyone by surprise.”

“I hope it makes a difference.”

“Oh, it will. We'll be putting these vessels into service as soon as possible.”

“What you do with them is your business. I'm wondering if you've had any word on Alice.”

“If she's headed here we will know something soon. If she's coming in our direction someone will report it. I expect she'll have to stop to refuel along the way. You'll be the first to know anything, trust me. I'm wondering, are you going back out straight away?”

“No, we're taking a break. The crew haven't had a chance to stretch their legs in a while.”

“They deserve leave after your most recent capture, as do you. I recommend you find somewhere small, quiet. You're becoming a popular man, the press is after you as hard as anyone from Regent Galactic.”

“Being too popular isn't good for someone in my occupation Minister. I'll wait for the treasury department to deposit our reward then we'll be on our way.”

“Thank you Captain. If we had a dozen more of you we might just win this thing. Good luck.”

The channel closed and Jake Valance sat there for a moment. The question everyone on the bridge wanted to ask just hung over them like a wet blanket. What was the bonus? The payday sounded huge, but how big was it really?

“Regular crew will be getting a bonus. Everyone else has one hour to figure out whether they're staying or going. Make sure they know we may not be doing any more privateering,” he told Stephanie.

“Yes sir, we'll be undermanned.”

“I know. We'll probably be down to fifteen.”

“How big of a bonus do you think?” Ashley asked in a hushed whisper.

“Big enough to get out of this war zone and not look back.”

“What about our obligation to the Aucharian government?”

“They already have enough footage to run a miniseries thanks to the recorders built into our armour and the Samson's holographic sensor logs. I sent everything ahead from hyperspace so they'd know what they would be dealing with when we arrived.”

“That explains why port control knew what to do with us as soon as we entered the area.”

“They may not like it, but after we've delivered thirty combat ready ships they shouldn't complain about it.”

“There's a message from Frost marked urgent,” Cynthia announced. “It came in with the communications packet but I didn't find it until now.”

“Put it on the main display,” Captain Valance said with a sigh.

“It says it's for your eyes only.”

“Sure it is. Put it up anyway.”

“Yes sir,” Cynthia said with a smirk.

A moment later Frost's head and shoulders appeared on the main holographic display on the bridge and Ashley recoiled exaggeratedly. “God, that's just gruesome.”

“Captain, it's a difficult thing ta admit, but I've seen the error of my ways.” He paused for a moment, red faced and not looking straight into his wrist recorder. “Silver and Burke drained my accounts and made off with me savin's. I'm marooned on Ao Katamari with nothin'. I've been marked as a ship thief so no Captain will have me. I pray on yer kindness sir, I'll serve on the Samson as an able crewman if that's yer pleasure, just make your way over and pick me up in Ian Vale Market. Please, there's no one else.”

The communication cut off and as everyone else on the bridge went into hysterics Captain Valance just lowered his head. When the mirth subsided Stephanie shook her head. “Ao Katamari, wow, that is a good place to find a ship, but a two meter by one meter night chamber costs over five thousand credits. That is unless you end up in the lower levels. I wouldn't wish that on anyone, not even Frost.”

“We'd better go pick him up. I know the Market he's talking about.”

“We're taking Frost on again?” Ashley said with a groan.

“I'll make leaving you alone a condition of his service, don't worry. That and he'll have to deal with our new First Officer,” he said, eyeing Stephanie. “That should bruise his ego a bit, but at least I won't have to look for a new tactical officer.”

“Good point,” Finn commented. “Just looking at the controls for the maxjack gives me a headache.”

“All right, we'll take four hours to make the ship ready with some help from the station, give anyone who wants to depart a chance to disembark and then we'll make best speed to Ao Katamari and hope Frost hasn't found even more trouble.” Captain Valance ordered.

The Price Of The Evening

He had kept everything she left there in a drawer under his bed. Alice was surprised and starting to realize that the ten weeks they spent together made a huge impact on him. The night before was just like old times. The fact that she had been gone didn't so much as come up.

Alice had forgotten how much he made her laugh. How safe and content she felt when she was with him. For a few hours and through the restful sleep that followed she felt like all the pressures she was under, the urgency in her life was far, far away.

They had both woken up when one of his five crew members woke him up. He had to help load their latest cargo. So he kissed her neck, wrapped the sheets around her and left.

The light mood and contentedness of the night before had begun to fade while she was in the shower. He had a custom water shower built into his quarters, something especially rare in space and she had tried it for the first time shortly after meeting him. It was a luxury, something no one did for fear of drowning if the gravity ever gave out while the water was on and because it put more pressure on a ship's recycling systems. Pulse showers were common in space, they shook particles of dead skin and dirt off of the body and gathered them in a reservoir. Some of them even converted the waste material into energy. No risk of drowning, but the feeling, of which there was little to none since the vibrations were so quick and finely tuned, was completely different. It just didn't seem as cleansing.

As she brushed her hair thoughts of just staying around for a while were difficult to dismiss. Alice just didn't want to leave. She was filled with a kind of regret, a sort of dread that she didn't understand before she had become human. As an artificial intelligence she could store the memories of the last night perfectly and revisit them in every detail whenever she liked, the only thing missing was the spontaneity and unpredictable nature of a new experience. As a human things were vastly different. The memories were already fading, the emotions were already tainted with the thought of leaving, the idea of having to tell him she was only passing through. At least she'd have the chance to tell him this time, to say goodbye just in case she could never return.

Her brooding was interrupted as the door slid open. Bruce smiled, stepping inside so the door closed behind him and he just looked at her.

She smiled back, very aware that she was wearing nothing but a towel.

“Want to come along for a run to the third planet? Our cargo won't keep for long.”

“I wish I could,” she replied sadly.

Bruce sat down beside her and took off his work gloves. “You took Wendy's run to Yuelle Varr.”

Alice leaned against him and He put his arm around her shoulders. “I had to. I found my father, he's looking for me. If I don't take this I won't have enough fuel to make the trip.”

“That overgrown fighter. You should sell it and buy something that refuels every twenty years like the Skipper.”

She ignored his comment, it was an old argument and she knew that wasn't what was frustrating him. “I'm sorry, I have to go find him.”

“Why can't he just come out here? Why doesn't he come after you? He's your father for God's sake.”

“I can't risk sending a relayed transmission.”

“Right, the guys who're after you. The ones that hauled me off.”

She looked up at his face. He didn't seem as angry as she expected to be when this came up. She knew they'd talk about it eventually. “I'm so sorry.”

“Don't worry, they just roughed me up for a couple hours, dug around in my brain with some kind of scanner and knocked me out for a couple weeks. I woke up in a crate they had dropped off for the crew. You should have seen their faces. It was almost worth it.”

“I wish I could have warned you. I never meant-”

Bruce cupped one of her cheeks in his hand. His eyes told her everything she needed to know about how he felt. “If I could follow you I would. If I could make the galaxy safe for you somehow-”

“I know,” was all she could manage through the oncoming tears.

There was so much pain, he was used to being in control of everything around him and knew there was nothing he could do to change her mind, to make her stay. “Just come back. Some day when it's safe, or when you're tired of running. Tell me how you are, where you are if you can. I'll be here, you know I'll be here.”

She nodded, wrapped her arms around him and squeezed. “I will. As soon as I can I will.”

They held each other for long minutes until the intercom beeped. “We're just about ready Captain.”

“I'll be up in a minute,” his voice didn't show the merest hint of what was going on in his quarters.

They let each other go and he tilted her chin up, wiping her tears away again with big, gentle fingers. “I love you. Don't forget us out here,” he whispered.

“I'll never forget,” she replied before kissing him briefly.

“Be safe out there,” he stood and made for the door.

“I love you Bruce,” she said before it could open.

“Just don't wait too long,” he said quietly as he left.

She washed her face, got dressed and quietly made her way off the ship.

On his way to the bridge Bruce stopped inside an empty bunk room and activated a computer terminal. Without looking at the keys he typed in the twenty seven digit code to open a secure channel and proceeded to punch in the ninety one point alphanumeric pass code. The signal travelled through the station's communications network to satellites in dead space then to a micro wormhole generating transmitter.

He turned and started tidying up, smoothing down creases in the made beds, blowing out the dusty corners on the small desk and straightening the chair. It was all in the programming. If he were to remember anything about what he was about to do it would be heavily overshadowed by his memory of straightening up. He wouldn't know why he was doing it, but he didn't have to. As long as there was a memory to fill the lost time he would suffer while waiting for the transmission to be acknowledged.

The computer terminal signalled that someone on the other end of the transmission had received the codes. He turned, entered in the coordinates of Yuelle Varr, a description of Alice's ship and its approximate expected arrival time then shut the terminal down.

A moment later he had arrived at the bridge hatchway with nothing but the sorrow of a parting lover on his mind and in his heart.

More Trouble

The planet was one massive city divided into thousands of districts. Millions of buildings reached for the sky, a few were even taller than the environmental control facilities that punctured the grey blue sky with their rods and platforms. Most travellers considered the entire planet a port, since no one could imagine anyone in their right mind staying to try to make a life amongst the sixteen billion inhabitants.

The ground had disappeared ages ago, before anyone living could remember what it looked like. Smog choked the inhabitants of the lower cities while the criss crossing walkways and guide rails going around, through and between most of the tall structures blocked out the sun. As one moved higher up they found everything became more expensive. If you were to go further down to find what you wanted things got dangerous, competitive and selection tapered off. The poor, desperate and hidden folk ruled the congested underside. Anyone who could avoid taking a trip beneath the upper districts did. The underside had a reputation for swallowing less fortunate travellers.

The Samson set down on a landing platform that billed by the hour. It was only twelve levels down from the sun baked upper section. The closest place they could find to Frost's refuge.

“Last time we were here I wasn't allowed off ship. This should be interesting,” Stephanie said as they walked away from the Samson. The rest of the crew, lead by Ashley and Finn, were beginning their inspection of the outer hull. They had orders to not leave the platform.

There was no decontamination chamber, security checkpoint or duty post. Just a beat up port listing panel for declaring any goods for trade, announcements and browsing the bulletin boards. Any other programming or information cost extra.

Captain Valance didn't bother using the panel, he brought up a map of the area on his command control unit. “Last time we came here I brought four heavily armed boarding crew.”

Steph looked down at the rifle in her hands and shook her head. “Just me this time?”

“I don't plan on staying long enough to find trouble.”

“I'm surprised we're allowed to carry this kind of weaponry around.”

“It's part of their population control program.”

“You're kidding.”

Jake nodded, smiling a little. “I guess a few million visitors a day are just too hard to regulate. Things sort themselves out here.”

“Didn't you get shot last time?”

“I had it coming. I was lucky it was just a graze. A regeneration patch healed it up in just a few minutes.”

“Any chance we'll run into the shooter?”

“I doubt it. I tossed him over a railing.”

Stephanie peeked over the edge of the walkway and shuddered. There were walkways, building tops and gaps between with dark depths she couldn't begin to guess at. They turned the corner and saw one of the major thoroughfares for the first time. It was over twenty meters wide, half dedicated to high speed traffic with tunnels for people to walk under that area and get to the walkway proper. Small two to eight person transport cars were limited to travelling along guide rails to reduce open air traffic. The cost of a rail pass was based on how many kilometres one travelled, and there were few straight paths anywhere.

Jake pulled a safety cord out from the waist of his vacsuit and offered it to Stephanie. Normally the device was reserved for space, so two people could stay tethered to a ship or other large body using one line, but she could see how it was necessary here.

The milling crowd ahead was shoulder to shoulder in most places. It was a milling biped sea and she didn't want to get separated. Hooking the line onto her vacsuit gave her an idea, and she attached one of her own slender tether lines to the stock of her short assault rifle. “This is insane.” She commented as they walked down into the tunnel.

The sound of the traffic above was deafening. An unending stream of various vehicles moving at two hundred kilometres or more for minutes at a time then slowing down to a crawl for seconds before picking up again echoed in the dark passage. Stephanie had to use her proximity radio to communicate with Jake. “Are we still in the port section of the city?”

“We are, I'll bet we couldn't find a resident here if we tried for days.”

There was refuse strewn in the corners, a black and brown dust of some kind everywhere and it contaminated the air from above, stirring it all around their feet and blowing the smell into their faces. It wasn't even twenty meters long, but in that space it was joined by eight other tunnels from below. When they neared the end she could see the massive moving crowd and Captain Valance offered his arm. It was a gesture she had only seen in period films, and she chuckled but took it anyway. Even though they were tied together she still didn't want anyone to get between them and catch in their line.

Without waiting they joined the crush of bodies. They made their way with the stream of people for what her arm unit said was just over half an hour but it felt like an awful lot longer. Rounding a corner they found the Regent Galactic building, standing tall and white it was more grand than anything in the area. It had its own docking platforms, hundreds of them, and massive defensive cannons on swivel mounts. Just from the shimmer around it she could tell there was a protective shield in place as well. The only access point she could glimpse on foot was a covered bridge with thick security doors. She tried to follow the street that lead into that side of the building with her eyes through the net of crossing streets above and shook her head at the sight of a line extending as far as she could see leading to those big security doors.

“I hate this place,” Jake said over the proximity radio.

“You're not the only one pal,” Came the response of one nearby traveller.

“I only come here because fruit gets a high trade value,” added another.

“My daughter's going to school here, biggest mistake I've ever made letting her but you know kids, they just won't shut up until you give 'em what they want,” griped yet another.

Stephanie patted his arm and nodded. That was the problem with proximity radio. It was made to broadcast to anyone within a certain range as though you were speaking to them verbally in a normal atmospheric setting. Normally people who didn't know you kept their comments to themselves, but here the crowd provided an amount of anonymity and people were actually bored enough to listen in on anyone nearby, not just people on their crew roster like Jake and Stephanie. Changing the default frequency was also an option, but most people outside of the military didn't bother.

They began making their way towards the center of the pedestrian walkways in that district, where they would be able to take a ramp up or a tunnel down when the time came. Before long they were inside one of the wider passages and the traffic continued to be just as congested, only it was darker, and it was easy to feel buried, closed in. How fights didn't break out she had no idea. People were constantly bumping into her, she even had some people grab at her thigh pocket more than once, gingerly testing it to see if it would open for them. Thankfully they were sealed so only she or a few other people on the crew could get inside, and she was once again thankful for the Captain providing her with a high quality vacsuit. The form fitting style invited a couple of anonymous gropes, however, and she found herself wondering how long it would take their new materializer to make a long coat like Jake's. Maybe hers could be a deep purple or dark blue, she found herself thinking.

After taking several more tunnels under the direction of the Captain's arm command unit, they came out into a widening causeway that lead to a massive circular courtyard. The builders had kept the space above clear of pedestrian and vehicle transit ways but the Regent Galactic building cast a shadow over the whole area. There was a tall, heavily built gate in front of them and they joined a crowd of thousands who were waiting for it to open. Through transparesteel windows they could see guards looking over the multitudes and control stations of some kind that were just out of sight. “The market is at maximum capacity, please be patient and we will let you in as soon as possible,” boomed a recorded voice.

The wall was white at the top, pockmarked by small weapon's fire here and there, but it was at head level where things got interesting. As they let groups inside they got closer and it looked like the gate hadn't been cleaned for decades or more. The passage of millions was marked there. High above was another courtyard. There were dozens of personal transports docked to the bottom, and she wondered what it cost to own a vehicle as she watched one of them attach itself and get locked in with heavy clamps.

It was finally their turn to enter and they were allowed into a chamber within the walls with about three hundred people. Panels separated and pushed people out or kept them in so the doorway wouldn't crush anyone when it closed. Judging from the faded bloodstains on the inside of the barrier she guessed it didn't always work. “Please standby while we gather the fee of four hundred credits for entry. When you see the request for payment, enter a positive answer within ten seconds or you will be forcibly removed.”

The request for payment came up on their control units and they approved it right away. After a few more seconds they saw what happened to anyone who didn't or couldn't pay on time. Three soft, black tubes struck out from the ceiling, grabbing hold of non-payers' heads and shoulders before drawing them inside. They moved so fast there was no avoiding them. One non-payer tried to move, to duck, to hide behind someone, but the device sought him out, dipped into the crowd and drew him up folded in half. The fellow was screaming but Stephanie was fairly certain he wasn't being harmed. The aperture adjusted, expanding to his shape and the tube behind shifted and stretched as it appeared to gulp him up. Looking to her right she saw through a window where the guards controlling the devices enthusiastically congratulated each other on a job well done. Stephanie couldn't help smiling, it must have been the best job on the wall.

“Ian Vale Market thanks you. Please enjoy your stay,” said the scratchy recording as the inner doors opened.

To her surprise the crowd thinned out. Everyone had room to stretch once they were inside the courtyard. It was more like walking into a modern village market than anything. There were earthen islands with tall trees growing, some of the shops had separate buildings and she could even see that there were apartment blocks along the sides along with several larger stores. She eyed the Spacerwares Superstore at one end. “I'm glad we didn't take anyone else from the ship, it might have turned into a shopping expedition.”

“There are some people aboard who I'll never take out here. Everything is marked up so high you wonder how they sell anything. Even public transit costs twenty credits per stop.”

“That's not too bad.”

“Not until you consider there are probably about fifteen stops between us and the ship.”

“Okay, that's criminal.”

“It is, but it keeps the crowds on the automated cars down.”

“I could imagine. Where do you think we'll find Frost?”

“You remember the jewellery recovery we did a couple years back?”

“Yup, it was pretty easy, good work.”

“Frost got us that gig, I'm assuming his contact is putting him up,” Jake explained as they walked towards one of the apartment buildings. They were built along the sides with a curve, giving the large oval market platform the look of a giant bowl.

“I thought people didn't live in this section of the city.”

“Most people don't, but this lady runs her business out of her rented space here. She's one of the richest criminals you'll ever meet face to face.”

They came to the large entrance archway and it scanned the pair. “Please declare the occupant you wish to establish communications with,” requested the computer.

“I'm looking for Nanna Gailman. My name is Jacob Valance and I'm here to pick up an associate.”

They waited for several moments then the doors opened. “Please do not attempt to deviate from the designated path.” It said as they entered.

There was no lobby, only a white hallway with gold scroll work all along the middle leading them directly to a lift. They walked inside and came out to what looked like the same thing. Just a plainly decorated hallway with no doors, only the lift doors behind and a corner ahead. “This is the strangest apartment building I've ever seen.”

“Adaptive hallways. The building puts up barriers blocking us from anything but our destination.”

“Ah, so it hides all the doors.”

“It's probably closing off any space we don't need. There could be someone right beside us in this hallway but we'd never know. That is, unless we started tearing up the walls, this kind of guidance system normally isn't very thick.”

They rounded the corner and saw a solitary door further down. It opened as soon as they stepped up to it.

“Captain Valance, so good to see you!” Came the greeting from an ancient looking woman. She stepped up on her toes, giving him a hug and a peck on the cheek. “Who's your lovely friend?”

“I'm Stephanie, his First Officer,” she introduced herself with a smile as the shorter woman gave her a big hug as well.

“Good to meet you. Come on in.”

They walked through a small entry room and into a tidy living space. There was a plush sofa for three, a loveseat and a couple of recliners, one of which looked older than their host. A large window overlooked the entire marketplace and had a door, indicating there was a small balcony.

The atmospheric controls inside the apartment were set to simulate a cool breeze that was faintly scented with the fragrance of fresh green growth. The apartment was made for homely comfort, and as a great contrast to the outside, very little of it was modern.

An old serving android stood beside Frost, where he sat nursing a cup of tea. “Hello Captain.”

“I believe your friend here was growing tired of soap operas, tea and cakes. I cannot say his company has been all together disagreeable, however. He tells the most interesting stories with a little prodding.”

Nanna sat down in the old recliner and took her cup and saucer from the end table. “What can Edward get for you and your First Officer?”

“Nothing for us thank you,” Jake said as he sat down on the sofa. He was careful not to disturb the doilies on the headrest or arm.

Stephanie followed his lead and sat down warily. She felt completely out of place, holding her rifle across her chest and trying not to disturb the neat surroundings.

“I insist. He makes wonderful tea, or lemonade if you'd prefer something cold.”

“I'll have a lemonade then,” Jake said with a smile.

Nanna looked to Stephanie expectantly, and she was about to refuse but thought better of it. “I'll have the same.”

The ancient android walked out of the room, shuffling its silver feet. There were flattened pathways across the dark brown carpet where he travelled in regular patterns to get around the room. Stephanie had only seen that model in pictures, it was grey and silver in colour with a bow tie and the lapels of a tuxedo painted on. It was made to have a human shape, but its rounded construction and reconfigurable face was sculpted to give it a luxurious look. Nanna had not added facial features but left the front of its oval shaped head bare and inexpressive. Stephanie found it a little eerie and couldn't help staring when it came back with two frosty glasses of lemonade on a tray a moment later. After she and Jake had their refreshments in hand it tucked the tray under its arm and moved to stand beside the sofa.

“Now that we're all comfortable, I expect you'd like to discuss reclaiming your crewmate, who seems to suffer from poor judgement where friendships are concerned,” Nanna said before taking a sip of her tea. “It's a good thing he has better taste in employers.”

“According to him I'm the only one who's willing to come get him,” Jake replied with an upraised eyebrow.

“I could've called someone else,” Frost interjected quietly. “Aye, but I knew the road back to the Samson was shortest.”

Nanna turned her head to look at him slowly. Her lips were drawn into a straight line. “We did talk about this, did we not Shamus? You will speak when spoken to and I won't suffer another uninvited word.”

Frost flushed and simply nodded.

“That's a good boy,” she smiled at him and turned her attention back to the Captain. “He's not as polite as I recall, but then we always remember people we choose to like in rosier shades. Don't you find memories become idealized over time Jacob?”

“They do, but then you know I've always looked to the future more than the past.”

“Yes, and that brings us again to the question, how does Shamus Frost serve your future? It seems you have a new First Officer, so he wasn't difficult to replace. She also looks more well acquainted with weaponry and has already proven more agreeable to me. With a little polish she might even look a little like Midred Grace.” Nanna recognized that the younger woman had no idea who she was talking about and went on. “She was a holomovie star well before your time, dear.”

“I'll have to look her up,” Stephanie replied quietly with a smile.

“You're right, Frost isn't the greatest First Officer I've ever had, in fact I didn't even pay him like one. He is a specialist with one of our ship systems. I haven't been able to replace him at that post yet.”

“That explains it. He seems to think there is some kind of sentimental attachment as well. You never seemed like the type to me Captain.”

“He's hard to forget once you get used to him.”

“Now that I could imagine,” Nanna said with a little chuckle. “Well then, perhaps we should get on with it so I can have Edward clean Shamus' smell out of my home. It is very unfashionable for a woman of my station to address the issue of price, you understand.”

“Then allow me to make a fair offer of five thousand United Coreworld Credits for your trouble,” Jake said after taking a sip of his lemonade.

Nana held up one wrinkled finger and waggled it slowly back and forth a few times. “I credit you for trying, but I happen to know you have become quite famous. I do try and keep up with the local news you know.”

Jake smiled at her and nodded. “Old habits die hard.”

“That they do, but I must say I approve of your new ones,” Nanna commented. Keeping this woman on point was like trying to fight gravity. “You see out there? That monstrosity of a building blocking out the sunlight for more than half the day?” She said, pointing out the window to the Regent Galactic building. “It overshadows millions of us and though I sit in its presence it provides no benefit. I have communications services through them, but do their technicians arrive earlier than they would if I were on the other side of the planet? No, they make their merry way here in their own time, don't even know how to communicate with the building's artificial intelligence and they muck up my floors. Where they find mud on this planet I'll never know. Do you know I actually had to go down to the lobby and let one of them in the other week? They should go back to automated persons like Edward here. They might get stolen once in a while, but proper armaments would remedy that sure enough.” She sighed and looked to her guests. “I'm sure you're looking to be on your way, so I'm willing to entertain one more offer for this little man.”

Jake handed his glass back to Edward, who accepted it and placed it on the tray. The ice rattled with a sweet tinkling sound as Stephanie put hers down beside it. “I can offer you fifty thousand, even though I could hire an expert to take his place for that price,” Jake said mildly.

“That will be enough for my trouble, but only because you've done some damage to that lumbering behemoth of a company.”

“Thank you Nanna. I'm afraid we have to be on our way. I'm sorry we can't stay longer.”

“I understand, please do call if you're in the neighbourhood sometime.”

“I will, thank you very much for your hospitality,” Jake said as he rose to his feet.

Stephanie followed his lead. Frost looked to Nanna who nodded once. He stood and carefully put his cup and saucer on Edward's tray. The look of relief on his face was unlike any expression Stephanie had ever seen him make.

Observations

Alice could always find the spot. No matter which station she was docked on, what she was doing, she always noticed those places where you could quietly watch the masses make their way through a major intersection of pedestrian passageways. She leaned against the railing high above the broad gallery. There were four ramps leading down into the asteroid towards the public transportation systems and arches leading out of the large court at the sides. There were only two open levels above, she was looking down from the upper one.

The idea of so many people in one place, so close together but so disconnected always amazed her, saddened her. She had never thought of it in her previous life. The emotions she had then were completely alien to what humans felt. It was impossible to feel anything the way she felt it before she became human, even harder to explain the difference. Humans had deeper emotions, and more importantly, they were much harder to control and ever present. There were no emotionless acts to most humans. Every place, every stretch of time, every experience had a feeling associated with it.

Every person down there had their own unique perception of the simple experience they were having. From where she stood it looked like it should be a shared experience, but she knew one person would remember their passage through the intersection differently from the others. Everyone was within less than a meter of someone else, yet they were all so separate.

There was a group of small children waiting to be led to one of the transit ramps by a pair of adults. They had stopped to make sure that everyone was accounted for. The children were all tied together on a stretchy red rope that was attached to an adult at each end.

Her attention came to rest on a little girl who couldn't have been more than five years old. She had the same long brown hair and high cheekbones Alice did. She looked around with an expression of concern that didn't suit her age. “You there Lewis?” She thought through her communicator.

“I am now.”

“Patch into my eyepiece. Do you think I'd have looked like that if I were her age?”

Lewis momentarily took control of her eyepiece, zoomed in, then released his command of the device. “She does look like a near match.”

The youngster noticed Alice looking at her and hesitantly waved a little hand. Alice gave her a big smile and waved back. The little one was immediately all a titter, anxiously telling a little blond friend at her side about the stranger above as they were walked down into the mass transit tunnel.

“I wish I had a childhood. There's so much I don't understand the way I ought to,” she thought as clearly as she could. Mental communication became muffled, distorted when there was too much emotion mixed in.

“You consider Jonas your father,” Lewis replied, sounding a little uncertain of his response.

“Yes, but in my early days he would reprogram a part of me, refine the code or remove it entirely when something wasn't working properly.”

“Much like you refine me.”

“I try not to Lewis. I'd rather you grow organically, learning from your experiences.”

“You didn't?”

“Well, after he was sure my personality matched what he wanted when he was seventeen he let me just watch his life happen and patch into the informational networks I had access to. I explored a lot of Freeground's databases back then, even though I wasn't supposed to have access to most of them.”

“You were fortunate. Freeground has one of the largest closed networks in the known universe.”

“I didn't think so. I didn't know what it meant to miss something. It wasn't in my early programming.”

“Things didn't go well with Bruce, did they?”

“I had a wonderful time, but now I don't think I could feel worse.”

“Well, that's not confusing at all,” Lewis said sarcastically.

“You sure you weren't listening in last night?”

“I closed the channel when you made it plain my advice wasn't welcome. Besides, I thought you might want your privacy.”

“We had a fantastic night together. When morning came I had to explain to him why I wasn't staying. He took it better than I expected him to,” she turned from the railing and started walking down the sloped tunnel that would lead her to the Clever Dream.

“That's good.”

“Maybe. I wish he would fight for me. Yell, do something about me leaving. He just looked, sounded sad and told me why he doesn't want me to go.”

“Would it have stopped you from leaving if he fought harder?” Lewis asked gently.

“No.”

“Perhaps he knows you well enough to be aware of that and he didn't want to use the last of his time with you inefficiently.”

“Just what every girl wants to hear,” she said, shaking her head and chuckling. A glance around the small landing bay told her she was alone. It was easy to look absolutely crazy while using a mental communicator, it felt like whoever you were talking to was right there beside you or just over your shoulder. A lot of people walked around looking like they were talking to themselves.

“I would think that is the best response to that kind of situation.”

“Sometimes women just like to know they're worth fighting for. We like a demonstration now and then even if there's nothing wrong and especially when it feels like everything is falling apart. It doesn't matter if it fixes anything or even changes our minds.”

“I don't think Desmond Morris got to that. It's unlikely I'll ever understand. Oh, and the cargo was loaded last night. Two long term stasis pods and a sealed organic computer core. I used scanners and the cargo management bot to check the condition and ensure that everything is secure.”

“Thank you Lewis, I don't know what I'd do without you,” Alice said as she walked up the small one person fore gangway. She almost never used the main boarding ramp on the Clever Dream.

She was in the cockpit getting ready for takeoff when Lewis asked her an unexpected question. “Alice, what is it like being human?”

It was enough to make her stop everything she was doing. “Why do you ask?” Was all she could manage without leaving him hanging for minutes waiting for a response.

“I have only been with you for a couple of years now, but in that time I have noticed that you have changed a great deal. After Bernice's wedding things started to get really interesting.”

“How so?”

“Your attachment to some things, your willingness to let others go much more easily. You become uneasy or alarmed by situations much less frequently. There were also times of extreme emotion. When comparing you to the various human archetypes versus artificial intelligence base personalities, it is much easier to assign one or more human archetypes.”

“So, you think I'm becoming more human?”

“Yes,” Lewis replied simply. It was unusual for him not to expand on his conversational points.

Alice didn't know what to say. She remembered the instant before she committed herself to becoming human and began the painful transfer. She remembered feeling her connection with all the external networks, all known methods of perception slip away as she was transferred from the high speed data block. The inexplicable experience of a complete transformation of perception was a hazy but powerful memory. All at once she could hear, smell, taste, touch and see. Then came the emotions. They were completely different from the complex adaptive algorithms she had known as feelings, absolutely alien.

Fear was the first emotion she felt and until much later it was the one that recurred most often. Her inability to communicate with all the machines and touch all the information all around her was maddening, terrifying. It was like being a spectator in the universe, able to see only the merest inference of what was all around her.

Yet everyone treated her differently. She was attached to people through emotions that came whether she liked it or not.

“Can you tell me what it is like to be human Alice?” Came Lewis's request quietly. He was as well made as she remembered ever being. The only real difference in his complexity was the amount of vicarious experience he liked to draw on.

She couldn't help but smile a little as she found a way to start explaining the experience she was having just then. “On days like these it hurts but it's worth every minute.” Lewis would ponder that for weeks.

Guests

Ashley sat in the pilot seat munching a bag of simulated crispy puffed rice. It was one of the recommended selections on the new materializer, so she thought she would try it. The crunch was fantastic, and each bite burst with a buttery garlic flavour. The seat was set back as far away from the console as it could go so she could put her new buckled black knee high booted feet up. A remake of an old film about several people trying to free captives from a virtual reality system was playing on the main holodisplay. It was the most relaxing bridge watch she had been on in weeks, especially since most of the crew were still sleeping. They had only hit the racks a few hours before and there was really no need to wake them until the Captain returned.

She turned a larger piece of snack food between her fingers as she wondered where they would be spending leave. The thought of looking up the nearest planet with a nice beach occurred to her and she idly made a mental note to make sure and do that when she saw the Captain on his way back to the ship. They hadn't had a long block of leave for ages and she was looking forward to a break on some nearby world where she didn't have to wear a vacsuit all the time.

Raised on a well terraformed planet, she hadn't seen a vacsuit until she was seven, when they finally let her out of the slave quarters to start serving. Those years were a blur to her, but she didn't remember much cruelty, just work. She'd occasionally be allowed to sit in on one of the master's children's lessons, but mostly she followed other servants around.

The one she learned most from, Frederick Andie, she called him Fred, was one of the older head servants. He was a stout man who kept himself in pristine mode of dress and polish at all times. He would take her aside often, teaching her all about history, mathematics and science. After months of pleading he also taught her how to drive the land vehicles on the property. Something she would do whenever she had the opportunity and was caught at once.

The computer systems were something he made sure to teach her a great deal about when she got a little older. He used to say that if they were used for their original purpose then everyone would be highly literate and well versed in the history of the galaxy. He liked the occasional movie or holovision show, but he always thought that the primary purpose of a computer was for practical information and running all the little critical systems people relied on day to day.

She dreamed of going into space, being among the crews she saw in pirate movies, adventure films or even in the military. When the opportunity to serve on the master's yacht came up she leapt at it, even though she knew she may be leaving Fred behind for a very long time.

Then Captain Valance purchased her, sold her her own freedom for one hundred credits out of a bonus she had earned from helping the crew during a job and everything was different. She was filled with a warm feeling as she remembered the look in old Fred's face when she got in touch with him to tell him she had bought his slave bond. She sold him his freedom for one credit. He had been born into slavery just as she was, didn't know his parents either. There were tears in his eyes, she had sent him enough money to move on, start a new life. He was working at the head of a major restaurant on Molandra Prime before long. It was the same planet he had served on for so long. In a later message he declared that his first duty was to have his old masters bumped to the top of the seating priority list for a week and invite them to the establishment so they could see how he had landed on his feet. Even though she told him it wasn't necessary he vowed to pay her back, and she was still receiving large sums from his weekly pay whenever the Samson arrived in port along with a message from him most of the time. There was no way to refuse the payments, he'd just send them back with a sound scolding. It was the messages she looked forward to.

She had freed other people from her childhood as well, but hadn't gotten to all of them. That, she resolved, was what she would do with a portion of the large bonus she had received. There was enough money there to finish freeing them all, and she'd have more than half of the amount left over. It was set in her mind that she would ask the Captain if they could spend some time there after he found his daughter. There were a lot of people on Molandra Prime she considered family. By the time they got there they would all be free if their old masters would sell their bonds to her.

The plans made her feel so good, her imagination was so full of the future that the first she noticed that someone was behind her was when she felt a gun barrel press against the back of her head. She just stopped everything, chewing, breathing, moving.

A hand came down to gently brush a strand of hair out of her face. “He's always got a girl, that's one thing that hasn't changed,” said the voice from behind. “What's your name?” Was the question he whispered against her ear.

“Ashley,” she replied quietly.

“My name is Lucius Wheeler, and we're going to be good friends as long as you listen closely and do everything I tell you.”

***

The cab going back went the long way. That was the only explanation that made any sense as Stephanie looked out the window and saw that they were several levels above the Samson. She gave the Captain a quizzical expression and he only shook his head. “How did you end up with Nanna?” Stephanie asked, turning to Frost.

“I wasn't willing to spend the night out in the open. That's how people disappear here. I tried to get in touch with a couple people I thought might be around, but most of 'em weren't takin' calls or they were off world. No surprise there. Aragesh got back to me, but that was a day after Nanna took me in. When the sun started settin' I gave 'er a call an' I was more surprised than you when she offered to give me a place. When I got there she said I could only leave if I got you to pay for my cot there personally. That's when I found out she was puttin' me up in her place.”

“That caught me off guard too. She never meets anyone in her own apartment.” Jake replied. “She owns that building and can use any room in the place,” he explained to Stephanie.

“She must be rich.”

“She's a crime boss. One o' the most dangerous fer a few sectors,” Frost said quietly. “I thought I'd be stuck there for the rest of my life, doin' God knows what serving my debt off a credit a day.”

“You're lucky the last tactical officer was a moron. Now that you're signed back on you'll pay me back with a portion of your wages.”

“That'll take years,” Frost said flatly.

“Unless we run across bonus or you get a major pay increase. That's my offer. Otherwise I'll just leave you here,” Captain Valance said with a careless shrug.

“Fine.”

“Too bad you didn't stay aboard or you'd be in for a pretty big bonus from our last payday,” Stephanie said with a satisfied grin.

“Why? What did you guys snag? The Newsnets said it was big an' military but it didn't go into specifics.”

“Let's just say the last job paid nine digits,” Captain Valance said as they cab went down into a tunnel then stopped to lock with a small passage. He paid the computer terminal by pressing YES on his command unit and the door opened to let them out.

“What the hell was it? Munitions?”

“Small corvette class ships. Thirty of them. You might have some work to do on the maxjack by the way.”

“That's one hell of a take. Sure it's not too late to get in?”

Captain Valance shot him a flat look.

“No harm in askin'.”

“Oh, and the word onboard is that Ashley's bunked in with Finn,” Stephanie said excitedly. “They're going to be a really cute couple.”

Frost stopped dead in his tracks. “I step off the deck for a couple days and she lays with newbie?”

“That's what I heard,” Stephanie said with a shrug.

“You're pullin' my leg! With newbie?” He shook his head in disbelief and they continued on their way.

“You never had a chance anyway,” Stephanie chided.

They walked up a ramp leading out of the tunnel. They were right on the landing platform looking at the Samson as the engines lit up and it lifted off. Within seconds it was out of sight.

“I hope you didn't take that payment in cash.” Frost said quietly.

Captain Valance opened communications with the Samson immediately. His arm command unit brought up the face of a younger looking man sporting dark wavy hair. “Captain Valent, or should I say Valance. Good to see you again. It's been a while, how are things?” He said with the enthusiasm of someone greeting a long time friend.

“What are you doing on my ship?” Captain Valance asked, annunciating every syllable sharply.

“I'm locking your crew in their quarters and taking it for a spin with the assistance of your lovely pilot and a few friends I brought along. This is nothing compared to your old ride, but I can see the appeal. She's got some light years on her but she can really move.”

“Let me rephrase; bring back the Samson or I'll have the entire Aucharian government after you. You'll be lucky to make it out of the solar system.”

“Again you're betting on the wrong side! You're all about rooting for the underdog. I can't believe this, your behaviour is so patterned I can probably predict exactly what you're going to say next.”

“You're working for Regent Galactic.”

“I guessed it! Okay, since it looks like Vindyne wiped all the old memories from your brain I'll fill you in. We knew each other a few years ago. You were a goody two shoes Captain who followed orders straight into a death trap and I was the one who went along to make sure you did everything they asked you to and gathered the spoils so they could get to the right people. You also had one sweet genetically engineered girlfriend with a cute little Britannian accent who would follow you around and fix your ship. Low and behold, you let me get away with all the loot that mattered while you traded yourself for the safety of your ship and crew. The ultimate selfless act, my hat's off on that one even though you really should have cut and ran.

Now I'm back under new management, you're back under new management, my boss is again bigger than your boss and I'm looking at you thinking; golly, would he fall for the same trick twice?” He pressed a button on the console and the display took in a view of the bridge.

“Let's see?” Lucius pointed his sidearm at Ramirez, who was pressed down on his knees by two of Wheeler's men. “I bet this'll hurt you as much as it will him,” he said before shooting Ramirez in the leg.

He struggled and screamed, just as much in pain as in rage from the looks of it. “Tear these bastards apart Captain!”

Lucius leaned over and pistol whipped Ramirez. “Quiet! Your Captains are speaking.” He turned back towards the holosensor so he was looking right at Captain Valance and shook his head. “Some people. So, how about it Jonas? I'll let your crew and ship go free if you turn yourself in. I'm sure Regent Galactic will give you a fair trial and a speedy execution.”

“Where do you want to make the exchange?”

“Get yourself to Nissa, the third moon around Varman. Contact me when you land. Don't hurry, I'm sure I'll find some way to entertain myself while I wait,” he replied before cutting the communications.

They stood there quietly for a long moment before Stephanie broke the silence. “You're not actually going to give yourself up.”

“I need to get close so I can eviscerate that son of a bitch.”

“I didn't think so,” Frost said with a smile. “What's the plan?”

“Well, I could get the Aucharians involved and cause a really big mess or I could buy a ship and take care of this my way.”

“You mean we could take care of this your way,” Stephanie put in, elbowing Frost.

“She's right, the three of us have a better shot.”

Stephanie gave him a surprised look.

“What? I had a lot of time ta think while I was with Nanna. I've served under a lot of Captains. Out of all of 'em I've made the most cash, seen the best ports, gotten out o' the worst scrapes with this one right here. I may not be happy about this whole debt business but I'm stayin' aboard this time.”

“Great, we're saved,” Stephanie said with a sideways grin.

“Do y'want me or not?” Frost asked her.

“Sure, you can come. Why not?” She teased.

“Well, I think I know a man who can sell us a ship,” Frost replied. “Can't beat that can ye?”

“Oh I could, but I leave that sort of competition to crew of a lesser pay grade.”

“You're a piece o' work, you are,” Frost said, shaking his head.

Jake was thinking during their banter, looking out over the massive city scape all around them. “Frost, contact that friend of yours. We need something cheap and solid for planet hopping.”

“He could rent ya somethin' if that's the case.”

“He might not be getting this ship back.”

“Ah, cheap and solid, aye.”

The Exile

Yuelle Varr was a more interesting destination than Alice could have imagined. She had never been to a highly volcanically active planet that had so much water. The Clever Dream had come out of its worm hole only one hundred thousand kilometres away from the planet's atmosphere, an absolutely perfect jump.

There were no defence or commercial facilities in orbit or in the outer solar system. Two research stations, one in orbit around Yuelle Varr and another closer to the system's yellow sun were the only noticeable man made features in the system that weren't planet bound.

She guided the ship into an outer orbit and rotated so the transparent section of the cockpit was facing the planet. She could see there were at least two volcanic eruptions taking place on that side. The clouds of dust and steam were massive, covering most of the southern pole. The thin black strips that adorned the planet's surface were the only signs of land.

“I've seen water planets before, but this is amazing. What information do you have on this place?”

“The buoy states that this world is owned by a number of private parties. There is a small emergency dock in orbit. The listings include only twenty one thousand eighty four residents in private mansions. Travellers are warned not to approach unless invited.”

“So there are defences of some kind?”

“Yes, electromagnetic interplanetary pulse cannons with a range of one quarter light year.”

“That must have cost twice as much as settling on the planet itself. I've never heard of anything like it. Signal our contact that we're here. I don't think they like people hanging in orbit for too long without announcing themselves.” Alice waited a moment while Lewis made contact with the person Wendy had listed as the recipient.

“The coordinates are on your station. They didn't send any other message.”

Alice looked at the coordinates on the cockpit overlay. The marked location was on the twilight line, it would be night in minutes and she was approaching from the dark side of the world. She started her entry sequence.

Moments later she was skimming the dark, turbulent waters. Racing towards the craggy cliffs ahead. The stone that poked up from beneath the water looked like black, jagged teeth, the cliff ahead was like some upraised clawed hand. “I'm starting to see why they film holomovies here.”

As she closed on the coordinates she started looking for a launch bay or landing platform and found it after one pass. It was just over two thousand meters above sea level, a spoon like appendage jutting from a massive black stone mansion that emulated the jagged upward jutting features of the mountain it was built on. “Lewis, is there a geological report on this area?”

“Yes, there is actually.”

“Does it mention how safe it is? Any active volcanoes nearby?”

“Tectonic and volcanic activity are well within safeties. I would have told you if it were otherwise.”

“I know, just checking.”

She brought the ship down in the middle of the landing platform. In three directions around it ended in a sheer drop, but there was more than enough room for her to land. There were guides painted on the landing platform showing where to access the fuel lines and how to direct a ship into a hangar somewhere below.

There weren't many lights on in the mansion, and for a moment she was wondering if she'd have to go knock on the door.

“Instructions from the residents; You are to bring the cargo inside via the upper walkway,” Lewis informed her.

“That's just at the front of the landing ramp?”

“I would assume so.”

“Okay, take control of the cargobot and bring the crates up behind me. I have to see this,” Alice said as she unbuckled, stood up and put on her sidearm and flight jacket.

The cargobot was an unassuming lifter robot that had six extendible arms, a one meter by one meter pair of track feet that could widen or narrow for more or less stability and manoeuvrability. Its sensor covered round head rotated and scanned the area around it as the robot pulled the closed antigravity sleds with ease.

The main doors were made of solid stone and opened as she approached, revealing a dimly lit foyer beyond the threshold. It was decorated with black and grey stone statues of bony, scaled water demons in ferocious combat. The various creatures were frozen in place, rending each other with long claws, tearing into one another with exaggerated jaws. The statues were carved deeply into the walls all around her and in the center was a dais for a centrepiece, but it was empty.

In near silence a cloaked figure descended the long, winding staircase set against one side of the foyer. “I trust the cargo is in good condition?” Said the thing in a raspy, low tone that she could feel in her chest.

“Everything is as I received it from Wendy.”

“The salvager. May I see it please?”

Alice turned and nodded at the cargobot and it carefully moved the cases between her and the creature then opened the nearest one. For the first time she could see some of his features. Its three long fingers were double boned, one was outside of the skin, the other was inside. It had two opposable thumbs that fit between the three fingers, and they all ended in claws extending from the bare bone.

It reached into the container and lifted the stasis chamber with one hand and set it down beside the antigravity sled. The chamber weighed over three hundred kilograms and she tried not to show her surprise at the creature's formidable strength. She caught a glimpse of its face and immediately wished she hadn't.

One side was covered in bone, it looked like these creatures grew a second skull on the outside of their heads. It was complete with carnivorous teeth and razor sharp vertical bones with barbs running from its temple to jawline. The eye on that armoured side was large, and its milky, light yellow pigment caught the light for only a moment.

The other side of its head was not as well armoured. It looked as though someone or something had broken pieces of its outer skull away and she could see its dark blue and grey skin along with its inner teeth. There was a void where the eye on that side should be and a long scar ran across the skin and bone.

He was two and a half meters tall, perhaps closer to three and moved with a grace and certainty that was absolutely unnatural by human standards. His joints didn't seem to bend the right way, but arbitrarily turned in whatever direction he needed to move in.

“You have done very well,” he said as he checked the display panel on the stasis chamber. “These are in perfect condition,” he opened the top of the chamber and plunged his hand inside. A moment later he carefully withdrew an egg the length of her forearm and held it up in her direction. “Did she tell you where she found these?”

“She didn't.”

The creature made a deep cooing sound at the egg that she felt more than heard. It wasn't loud, only so low pitched that it had a reverberating resonance in the large stone room. “Your ship is being refuelled. I will give you this story.”

“Thank you,” Alice said with a slight bow.

“You will most likely not be paid for your services, Wendy has most likely began running after the warning I sent her. Now for my gift. I am the Zarrix, long ago I was exiled, cast out by my people and denied my place among them for acceptable reasons. I did not wander long. What I had to offer your people when I arrived in your space granted me great wealth by your standards. Here I am left in peace, I have time and privacy so I can find a way back to my people, earn my seat among the tried elders. Do you understand?”

“Yes, your English is excellent,” Alice responded quietly.

“The ship is being refuelled with high grade Xetima. His systems are also requesting access to our outer hold so they can load provisions,” Lewis informed her through her cranial communicator.

“Open the outer hatch, leave the inner one sealed,” she replied mentally.

“I'll tell you when they finish.”

Zarrix cooed at the egg one more time and carefully replaced it in the stasis tube. “I was forced to learn your most common tongue. Translators don't understand our languages. I will continue. Years were spent searching for a way for me to use resources gathered here to earn my way back from exile. There was no progress for a very long time. Someone from home, a person who still holds me in high regard, did contact me some time ago.

They told me that many of your people had visited one of our host worlds. This is an act of damage.” The creature looked up at the ceiling for a moment, making a clicking sound then looked to Alice. It was hard for her to look him in the eye but she tried not to flinch or grimace, Alice was sure he could see a negative reaction even though they were in very dim lighting. “Our host worlds are places of great life we bring many, many hatchlings to before they are at the age of consciousness. We leave them there with nothing, only each other and the resources of that planet. They learn nothing of technology, of speech, of culture or society until their first armour has been torn away and the second has grown in its place. Many years pass. It takes time for our young to reach true conciousness. People like you visited one of our host worlds and stole some of our young, a large act of damage.”

“I didn't know anything about that, I'm sorry.”

“I do not smell them on you. Innocence or guilt is not in question,” he said as he brought his deadly hands together and scraped the bone segments together then slowly drew them apart. It was some kind of gesture, she decided to try and remember it. “I continue. My people were furious but did not go after them at first. They had to destroy all life on the host world so it could grow back pure. Once that had been done and the first grieving had been observed my people went in search of their lost children.

Much time had passed by your people's thinking and they had taken what is most important. The computer storage you have returned to me has all of our essence and the work they did with it inside. From us they created another kind of life, a kind dreamed about by your ancestors. Do you understand?” He asked quietly.

“They modified your essence, your DNA so it became something else?”

“Yes, you call it dee en ay. I had forgotten. I continue. These eggs are not bred by us. They are the result of human meddling. I have seen what they brought to be and I can not help but be amazed. Your race activated sleeping aspects in our people, twisted them just enough and created a new species. In your society it was a triumph for a short time, they were going to sell them. My people heard of this and went into space. They hunted them down and destroyed the laboratories. They killed everyone they found there and returned home when grief was fully satisfied. I thought the matter was done and in my lonely home I was relieved. Years passed. Your employer found a ship with these things,” he gestured to the stasis pod and the crates between them. “A group of humans managed to salvage all materials left from human meddling and their ship failed. I outbid all and demanded she come here with them. She knew it was dangerous for her ship. Your failure lies between my home and hers.”

“You mean the Eden system.” Alice pointed out. It was true, without a wormhole generator anyone who wanted to journey safely around it would have to travel much longer.

“Yes, your failure with machines. She hired you and you brought it all to me. My place among my people will be restored. There are some powerful Edxians who did not find grief satisfied. They see your people as a plague, as mere mammals for breeding and food. You have a word for this,” he looked up and made that hollow clicking again.

She didn't want to say it, the thought was appalling, terrifying. “Cattle,” Alice managed quietly.

“Yes, you are cattle to them. I understand this, your kind are soft, succulent, but also have value while living. I continue. My purpose is to present these things to my people and they will decide that grief was not satisfied completely. I will be restored after presenting this evidence and will rejoin my family. Many of my people will go to fight, either to satisfy grief or to gather cattle and return home. That story, fuel, information and food are my gifts and thanks. You have done better than I expected. Your people are often clumsy.”

“Thank you. I appreciate everything you've given me and wish you luck.”

Zarrix stared at her for a moment, opening and closing his hands with a long scraping sound. “What is luck?” It sounded more like a statement than a question.

“It's good fortune, finding or accomplishing something with very little effort.”

“I understand. Thank you.”

“I'll go back to my ship and leave as soon as I can. Thank you again,” she said clearly and politely. From the way he spoke about humans she didn't want to turn her back on him. It sounded like she could easily become part of his diet, but she did turn away and started walking towards the large double doors.

“Stop,” he said calmly.

Her heart sank and she tried not to appear terrified as she looked at him.

“You are respectful. I smell fear but see none. Of humans I've met you are one of the few who deserve what I can give,” he stated, holding one hand up and pointing a single clawed thumb at the ceiling. “If you have family near Ara Enormis you should gather them and find other stars. You must run human. People of your kind will call our need for satisfaction war. You will retaliate and more grief will be observed, satisfied.”

“Thank you, I will take your advice,” Alice said before turning and walking straight out of the mansion. The cargobot was right behind her.

A Poor Cell

Finn kept a constant watch, looking out the small porthole in the ceiling of the bunk room. He had been fishing for a fine electromagnetic adjuster in his footlocker when the ship was hijacked and was sealed in with Price and Ramirez. Sometime later their captors had taken the gruff boarder then returned him hours later with a hole in his leg. Price and Finn decided then that they couldn't wait for the Captain to save the ship.

“What do they want?” Asked Finn as Price dug through his bunk drawers for something.

“They want the Captain. Some guy named Lucius Wheeler, he knows all about him from before the Samson. The bastard made Captain watch him shoot me then just left me there lying on the bridge. It's like he forgot about me completely while he went on with his business.” Ramirez's resilience was astounding, he wasn't complaining, he was angry. It was more of an impassioned accounting of wrong doing than whining about his condition.

“I'm sorry,” Agameg said sympathetically.

“Not like you could do anything. Gave Ashley something to think about other than worrying about how to get us free. She's a bright girl, but there's no way she could hatch an escape plan with Wheeler staring at her.”

“So he's a bounty hunter?”

“He works for Regent Galactic. They fixed him up with a skeleton crew and sent him off on his ship, the Triton. I could swear I heard Burke's voice on Wheeler's comm for a minute. If I ever get my hands on that little bastard I'll finish what Captain started.”

Price retrieved a black metal box from his footlocker and went to Ramirez's side. “He was not my favourite crew mate. Why did they torture you?” He asked.

“It was a demonstration. Wheeler said he needed Captain to take him seriously. Makes sense, I've never heard of the bastard before.”

“You are fortunate the weapon he uses causes mass cauterization. There is virtually no bleeding.”

“Lucky, heh.” Ramirez muttered. “Have anything for the pain? I wish I could just pass out.”

“No, my race does not generally require pain management. I do have three doses of active medical nanobots though. They're infantry grade,” he replied, holding up an injector. “Do you have any physical or religious problems that would prohibit-”

“Just patch me up already!”

Price injected the nanobots right below Ramirez's hip. “Considering the severity and depth of the injury, this will itch profoundly.”

“I don't feel anything yet.”

Price gestured for Finn to come down from the top bunk then cocked his head at Ramirez. “Any sensations?”

He shrugged. “A little tingling, pain isn't as bad,” a moment later his leg twitched and he gripped the bedding. “Holy hell, that's not itching! It's more like my leg's on fire from the inside!” He shouted out so loudly they were sure they could probably hear him ship wide.

Price snatched a pillow from his bunk and put it on Ramirez's face just hard enough to muffle his screams. Finn took hold of his ankles and tried to keep him from kicking too much. He looked down at the man's leg and could see the flesh knitting. The nanobots were invisible, but their work was obvious. Before his eyes, veins, muscle, and skin were repaired and in the space of less than a minute the injury was just gone.

Ramirez pulled the pillow off his face and laughed as he checked his injury. “You should have told me they were old emergency nanos. I've heard of them but never used 'em before.”

“I always have a medical kit near at hand. I'm sorry I didn't pay for a better one.”

“No, hombre, you did good here. I just thought when some of those old soldiers said; it itches, it was like an itch. Not every nerve in your leg getting hit like you just smacked your funny bone with a sonic jack hammer.”

Finn looked up at the porthole and saw the stars moving quickly. “We're underway,” he climbed to the top bunk and put his face against it so he could see outside better. “Headed to open space at a pretty high speed. The emitters are still powered down though, so I don't think we're going into hyperspace just yet.”

“I only hope the Captain and Stephanie can find us before we're out of the area.”

“Captain has all kinds of ways to track his ship. They'd have to turn everything off and dock us inside a shielded bay for him to lose sight of us.”

Price dug around in his footlocker a little more then produced a small centimetre by centimetre box. “I have some dermal transmitters, in case we get separated. We will be able to communicate on a discreet channel.”

Ramirez looked at the box. “Normally I hate those things. They don't have much of a range and you can't take 'em off. In this case, I can't refuse.” He took the box, placed it against his jawbone and pressed the button. The feeling of the tiny, invisible communicator knitting into his skin made him shudder. He knew it was made so the user wouldn't even know it was there, but he swore he could still feel it just under the flesh.

Agameg Price implanted one into his cheekbone and offered it to Finn. “Just press it against my jawbone?”

“Yes, the transmitter will pick up the vibrations of your speech. It will also send vibrations that your ear canal will pick up so you can hear incoming transmissions. It will only work with others who have transmitters from this box or use this frequency.”

Finn expected a pinch, some kind of pain as he pressed the box up against his jawbone but he only heard a click, then another click. “I think I implanted two, sorry.”

“Don't worry, these are cheap leisure items. Spacerwares sells them for a few credits at the counter. They only have a range of approximately half a kilometre.”

“Hooray for impulse buyer items. These are just half a notch better than proximity radio,” Ramirez said with a smile. “I can already hear you both through the transmitter though. It's checking out.”

“I am terrible for spending my entire budget on the first aisle and the counter. I once became lost in Spacerwares and almost bought a shuttleboard and the impact armour that goes with it.”

“Now those are fun, there's nothing like hovering along at three hundred klicks an hour. They cost a fortune if you buy the brand name one though.”

“Yes, seeing the advertisement on the box was so exciting, I momentarily forgot about my living conditions. Stephanie caught me while I was waiting in line to pay and asked if I truly needed one. I am glad she stopped me, I haven't found a practical use for one yet.”

Finn was still looking out the port hole, and he could see the engines had swivelled and begun firing. “We're decelerating but there's nothing in front of us.”

“Perhaps we're entering a holding pattern? Can you see the planet?”

“Nope, there's nothing in sight from this angle.” He flinched, startled at something outside. “Whoa!”

“What?” Ramirez asked.

“We're inside a hangar, but I didn't see the ship coming up. We were in open space one minute, then suddenly we're in a hangar.”

“How does that happen?”

The sounds of the ship gently landing came from below decks. “It must be a cloaked ship,” Agameg commented.

“You're right.”

“Well, as long as they don't completely drain the power from the Samson the Captain will be able to find us. It'll be harder though.” Ramirez commented.

“The crew here will find any signals emitted by the ship, so he won't have much time to track us down. We'll have to try and find our own solution,” Finn said with determination. “Is there any way out of this room?”

“Yes, there's a maintenance hatch just here.” Agameg pointed at the deck plating. “It lets out into the hallway below.”

“That's some pretty sloppy planning,” Ramirez commented. “Locking everyone in their quarters probably wasn't the best idea,” he reached under his mattress and pulled out a pistol.

“Okay, so once we get down there, I'll head for the Big Surprise. If anything will knock out the cloaking field on the ship we've landed on that'll do it. It'll make us a lot easier to find and might buy us time.”

“That's an excellent idea!” Price whispered excitedly.

“We should get moving, if I were running a ship capture I'd be moving everyone on the Samson into my own brig. When I get to a communications console I'll see if I can patch in and get in touch with Aucharian Command. They might be able to help us.”

Price quietly removed a half meter by half meter deck plate and pushed a bundle of cables aside. “I'll go first since I'm the most flexible,” reaching down he unclipped the latch that held one edge of the ceiling plate in place then put his head down against it so he could see through the crack. He couldn't see anyone in that direction, so he proceeded to carefully unlatch the other side of the plate. It swung open to reveal a crew member looking up quizzically and without a moment's hesitation Agameg jumped down.

He landed in a heap atop the surprised boarder and struggled to disarm him. “I mean you no harm!” Agameg insisted as quietly as he could while he struggled to disarm the man trapped beneath him.

Ramirez dropped through the hatch narrowly missing the pair and pointed his handgun at the boarder, clearing his throat. “Hand it over.”

The boarder stopped struggling and handed his weapon to Agameg. “Don't kill me, I'm just a hired hand.”

“I believe you,” Ramirez said with a smirk before knocking him out cold with the butt of his sidearm.

Agameg injected him with a strong sedative before stuffing him into an access panel. It was a tight fit, but he'd wake up with nothing more than a headache and a cramped neck. Agameg lead the way down the corridor to a ladder.

“They really didn't bring many people for this,” Ramirez said quietly. “No wonder they locked everyone in their quarters.”

Finn patched into the ship surveillance systems using a small, two millimetre thick computer panel he had brought with him. He flipped through the different sections of the ship and nodded to himself. “Security is limited to berths and the bridge.”

Ramirez looked at the flat computer terminal then up to Finn. “That would have been real helpful a little while ago.”

“I didn't think of it,” he shrugged as he brought up a view of the bridge again. Ashley was being pulled out of the pilot's seat and two other new crew members provided by the Aucharians were being walked off the bridge with four boarders behind them. “It looks like they're on the move.”

“See if you can listen in on comms,” Ramirez inquired as they made their way down the hall.

He started the signal search so his small computer could pick up any active communications, and it finally did. “-it's the third moon around Varman.”

“We will be there in ten minutes sir.”

“Good, get the rest of the security team down to bay two. We're taking the Samson crew into custody.”

“Right away sir.”

“That's Wheeler,” Ramirez said. “Man I want payback in the worst way.”

The trio put on their vacsuit headpieces and entered the small launch bay containing the Big Surprise, a long collection of energy storage devices strapped together. “How do you wish to do this?” Agameg asked. “The Big Surprise will not sustain a full charge for long.”

“Well, maybe if we set it to detonate in fifteen minutes,” Finn offered.

“Yes, that would give the ship time to enter a stable orbit.”

“What if they land instead?” Ramirez asked. “If we detonate it while they're in the air it could end in a crash.”

Price and Finn just looked at each other for a moment. “I'll stay here,” they said at the same time.

“What about a remote detonation?” asked Ramirez.

“There is always a chance it wouldn't work,” Agameg explained.

“He's right, someone has to stay, even if they put it on a short timer and run for it so they don't get flash fried.”

“Okay, so someone stays while the other two go their separate ways and try to find out what's going on or rescue the rest of the crew,” Ramirez said.

“Go Agameg, you can shape shift. I'll stay here, wiring this thing to a timer is easy.”

“Good luck Finn. Give yourself enough time to escape.”

“Fantastic, now go get that guard's uniform and mix in so you're not noticed. I'll drop out of the rear hatch and make a run for it. Meanwhile, try to patch into communications and get word out to the Auchorians,” Ramirez said with a smile. “This is going to be interesting.”

Finn was left alone moments later and he wired the Big Surprise's detonator into his fifteen by thirty centimetre computer. The systems were primitive, so it was very easy for him to program it to operate on a two minute timer. When he hit the trigger the timer would start and he'd have to get off the Samson to guarantee his survival.

One corner of his panel was switching from one security display to the next, and he could see that everyone on the bridge had been escorted off the ship. They'd start moving people from the berth soon, and when they found out they were missing three there would be trouble.

He connected to ship communications and found the number for the Aucharian Minister of Defence. A moment later a serious looking fellow came up on a quarter of his display. “Minister of Defence's office. How may I direct your call?”

“Hello, I'm a crew member of the Samson. We have been hijacked, and-”

“Hold please,” said the fellow, looking startled.

Finn looked back at the security feeds and could see Ramirez lowering himself through the rear hatch. He was running for the nearest doorway as soon as his feet hit the ground. As Finn panned the exterior view from the Samson's outer sensors, he realized there was no one around to see Ramirez. He couldn't have had better timing. The security force and boarders were busy moving their captives to the larger ship's brig. He panned back and saw that Ramirez had made it through a sliding doorway.

“Holy crap, there's a whole other launch bay here with old gutted fighters and what looks like some kind of wreckage, but there's no one here,” Finn could hear Ramirez moving. He was sprinting short distances, stopping for a moment, then sprinting again. “I don't even see anyone on watch down here. I'm going to see what I can find up top. There's an emergency ladder here.”

“Okay, good luck,” Finn whispered as he watched the internal security display switch to Agameg. He had changed into the boarder's vacsuit and was carrying him down the hall. “What are you doing Price?”

“I am putting this fellow into an upright storage locker. He will be more comfortable there and no one will hear him when he wakes up, which will be soon.”

“How is his comfort our problem?” Ramirez argued in a whisper. “Drop him under some plating somewhere and try to be inconspicuous, willya?”

“Opportunities for kindness should not be bypassed if one can help it. You never know who this person was to me in a previous life or if we could meet him again in the future.”

“Fine! Just hurry up!”

Finn just shook his head and watched Agameg carefully put the man into a large upright storage locker. He woke up just as the door was closing and it had to be forced at the last minute. “That's lucky,” he said to himself as he watched Agameg pat the locker door and walk towards the main gangway. He had taken the appearance of the boarding member perfectly, as far as Finn could see on his small screen. His mannerisms were unchanged, however.

“I am going to try and find out where the brig is and if there is anything I can do to help the rest of the crew,” he said quietly through his transmitter.

“Thank you for holding, I'm Lieutenant Harmon. How may I help you?” said a woman with a short hair cut as she came up on the sub screen of Finn's computer.

“I'm a crew member on the Samson. You know, Captain Jake Valance's crew. We've been hijacked by someone named Lucius Wheeler and are on our way to Nissa, it's the third moon around a planet named Varman.”

“I'm sorry Finn, I wish we could help but it clearly states in the privateering documentation that we can't dispatch a ship to aid you unless you are having difficulties during an active military engagement.”

“The crew is being taken prisoner right now! We're inside some kind of carrier that's cloaked. I can decloak it, but-”

“So you're in control of the vessel? I suggest you plot a course to the nearest military facility in that system so we can send infantry aboard to assist.”

“I'm not in control of anything except this big EMP bomb! It'll probably decloak the ship but-”

“I'm sorry, we can't help you and I'm not cleared to have detailed knowledge of your situation. Good luck,” she said before cutting the transmission.

Finn sat there steaming for a moment.

“They're not going to help us?” Ramirez said in disbelief.

“You heard it right, they'll take our help but when it comes to saving us, it's none of their business.”

“What the hell is wrong with those people? No wonder their losing.”

Finn sighed and tried to shake it off. “Are you anywhere near a computer terminal?”

“Yup, there's an active one right here. It's in an empty bunk room. Smells like this place has been empty for years.”

“Can you patch me in?”

“I think I can, what's the computer you're using called?”

“Finn zero five.”

“Okay, here goes. Hopefully alarms don't start going off.”

Finn's screen went completely blank and for a moment he thought his computer was fried. As his heart began to sink it came back to life, giving him the basic information on the Triton and its location. His eyes went wide. “Sol System Defence Zhàn Class Close Combat Carrier Triton? Who is this guy?”

“What, this ship is from Earth?” Ramirez asked.

“Yes, but it's been registered to Lucius Wheeler through the Core Worlds. The records are public but they're a mess. One section says it was a salvaged wreck while the next says it was bought at auction as a bare hull. The computer system is marked as being manufactured on Mars, the reactors were developed at Io Research Station and the keel was laid down at the Saturn Ship Yards.”

“So you think this guy is from Earth?”

“No, I think he got his hands on this thing somehow though. It almost looks stolen but how you steal a combat carrier I can't even begin to imagine. Looks like an impressive ship though. Three main hangars, three launch bays and it says it's styled after an ocean creature called a stingray.”

“Can you get access to the security systems? Where are our people being taken?”

“Oh, let me see.” Finn tried to access a full layout of the ship and the corresponding database and to his surprise he got in. He brought up the brig's location and checked for anyone nearby. “The internal sensors are showing our people, I think it's our people, they're marked red with blue markers around them showing the security team. Anyway, they're being moved to the brig, it's four decks above you in the aft section.”

“I'll work on it. Can you somehow stop the ship's sensors from tracking me?”

“I'll try,” Finn tapped on the red blip that represented Ramirez and found he could mark him as a Triton crew member. “Well, you shouldn't set any alarms off I don't think. They don't have any computer security set up.”

“That's strange.”

“We have some strange activity in the lower emergency quarters sir.” Finn overheard through the Triton's communications system.

“All right, I'm sending someone to check it out,” Wheeler replied.

“Um, there are people on their way to check on the section you're in Ramirez,” Finn said.

“Okay, I'm moving on. Guess making me look like a crew member didn't work.”

“I think I just did it too late,” Finn replied as he looked up the ship's current location. All the navigational controls were locked out but he could see they were pulling into orbit around Nissa. “Okay, we're in orbit around Nissa.”

“What do you want to do Finn? Set the Big Surprise to blow and get out? What do you figure?”

“I'm going to hide out here and help you guys out. I'm not coming up on the Triton's sensors at all. Must be because I'm standing right behind this thing.”

“Isn't it's power draining now that the Samson's engines aren't running?”

“Only about half a percent every ten minutes. I'll keep my eye on it.”

“How much of a charge will that thing need to do damage?” Ramirez asked, the sound of him running was clear through his communicator.

“I won't let it go down past seventy percent. Besides, the Samson's main capacitors can still dump some power into this thing if they have to.”

“Sounds goo-” The sounds of gunfire interrupted Ramirez's transmission.

Finn switched to the deck layout view of the Triton so he could find Ramirez. He had made it two decks up and run right into the pair of security officers that had been sent to look for him. “There are two of them!” He informed him.

“Thanks, could have told me a little earlier!”

“Sorry, I was busy looking at everything else.”

Agameg Price

He had never been more nervous in his life. Agameg had fallen in step with a few other crew aboard the Samson as they left the ship, not sure of where he was going or what he was supposed to be doing. It was difficult to ignore the conversation between Finn and Ramirez. Trying not to react to it in the slightest made him even more anxious. When he heard that Ramirez was off the Samson and exploring his eyes went wide. That could be very helpful to him, as long as he could manage to maintain his façade. He was overjoyed that both of their efforts were going well, that Finn established an uplink to the Triton's computer system. The information he was overhearing could be immensely helpful.

It was obvious that the fellow with long, scraggly black hair down to his shoulders was in command, and just the fact that his hair seemed so random and loose made imitating him convincingly impossible. He was never good at hair.

It was difficult not to smile at Ashley when she looked right at him, and the corners of his mouth did take an upturn. He jerked his eyes away from hers, she couldn't know that it was him.

“Are you all right man? You don't look so good,” asked the security officer marching beside him.

It struck Agameg that he had only heard the voice of the man he was imitating twice. Once when he dropped on him, and once when he was busy stuffing him into a storage locker. He made his best attempt regardless. “Something I ate. I'm fine,” he said gruffly, like he was a little choked up.

“Too bad we're short on people, otherwise I'd just send you to your rack.”

“Just get something for it out of the emergency medkit when we get to the brig. You'll stand watch. How's that for taking it easy?” Wheeler asked, not looking back at Price.

He just nodded his reply, hoping the Captain didn't expect a response.

Before long they arrived at the brig. There were twenty cells plus one special containment unit at the end with extra fortifications and controls. There was also a security desk for two closest to the main hatch. A pair of guards walked the newer Samson crew members, Agameg didn't know their names yet, into separate cells while Wheeler waved Ashley into another cell closer to the exit. “Are you sure you wouldn't rather spend some time with a real Captain? My quarters are a lot more comfortable.”

“Not in your wildest dreams greaseball,” Ashley sneered.

Price nervously sat down in the watchman's seat and focused on looking at the brig status screen. There were controls for dispensing food, a prison smock, cleaning the cell, cleaning the inmate, and disposing of other waste. There were also alarms, communications controls, and several other systems he didn't know just what to make of yet.

“All right, you're on watch, don't open those doors for anything. I'll give you a tour of the security systems later,” Wheeler said as he lead the three security officers out of the brig.

One of them turned around for a minute, walking backwards as he did so. “And break open an emergency kit, get some motion meds or something, you look a little green.”

Price nodded and checked the colour of his skin. It was a little pale, maybe slightly pasty but to his relief it wasn't green. He overheard Finn tell Ramirez that there were security officers on the way to him and, unsure of what to do, he tried to bring up the ship's deck layout to find out where he was.

From the sounds of it Finn had things well in hand as far as monitoring communications was concerned. It was a good thing since the last thing Agameg wanted to do was break his cover.

“You know, you're kind of cute,” Ashley said from behind him. “You Regent soldier boys clean up pretty good.”

Price tried not to react, he knew she was just flirting to get an edge on the only guard taking care of the brig.

“You know, if you let us out of here I could do something for you in return.”

“This is awkward,” he muttered under his breath. A thought struck him, to keep things looking real he did have to react. Humans often blushed when they were being embarrassed. He tried it, to change the shade of his skin just slightly.

“I'm sure that if you don't fancy me, one of the boys in here would be happy to show his gratitude,” she said with a wry grin.

Agameg's concentration was completely broken and his attempt at blushing turned into an all out colour switch. Suddenly he was a deep, exaggerated shade of red from fingertips to his passably simulated hair.

“Whoa!” Ashley exclaimed. The other two prisoners were similarly startled. “Agameg?” She asked in an excited, hushed whisper.

He took control of himself and brought his appearance back to a semblance of the fellow he had been imitating. “Shh! I want to stay hidden until the rest of the crew are delivered here. Then I can release you all when they're not looking.”

Ashley hopped excitedly.

“Be calm! I cannot pretend if you're distracting me,” he said woefully.

“Okay, okay. Your ear is a little, well, on your neck actually.”

“Thank you,” Agameg said with a smile. “I will watch for people coming on this deck, please help me with my disguise?”

Ashley nodded. “You've got it.”

Docking Procedures

The Clever Dream broke atmosphere and Alice couldn't help but sigh with relief. “Scariest delivery ever. Remind me to screen future drop offs for beings who like to eat humans.”

“That was an intimidating fellow. There's little information available on his people. Even the Hart News database only contains a few entries with regards to raids and I don't think you'd want to see the footage. It is too graphic for them to broadcast during regular programming.”

“I'll pass. I think I'll have a couple nightmares as it is.”

“There's a large vessel coming around from the other side of the planet,” Lewis stated.

Alice looked at the navigation screen and saw it right away. “There's no transponder signal.” She said to herself as she started to activate the cloaking device.

“It's launching fighters.”

“So they probably saw us. I'm going manual, activate all weapon and defence systems. Patch the tactical computer into my optical implant.” Seconds after Lewis heard her orders they were carried out and she came about so they were headed towards the nearest moon. It was over five hundred thousand kilometres away.

Three missile launchers and five guns deployed as the combat shielding came online. The cloaking systems remained on standby, the ship's thermal output was far too high for them to be effective.

“I have compared the capitol ship's silhouette to our database and found it almost matches a Vindyne design.”

“It's the VCS Malice, Meunez's ship. I haven't seen it since we stole Jonas's stasis tube. I thought we might be off the hook after Vindyne went under.”

“Incoming communication.”

Alice saw that the fighters were still well out of effective weapons range and nodded to herself. “May as well put him through to cockpit audio.”

“Alice Valent, it's been a long time,” said Gabriel Meunez. She would never forget the sound of his voice. For years she received message after message. He tried every tactic possible to get her to respond just once so he could trace her location or at least have an active dialogue with her.

“You know, just when you think you've shaken a stalker he just comes right back to haunt you.”

“That's no way to treat your owner,” he replied with a chuckle.

It was hard not to cut communications right then, even harder not to fire every weapon she had in his direction, even though she knew it wouldn't make any difference. The moon was still a great distance away and the fighters were still out of effective range. There was time to kill.

“That's right, I bought your file and several other hidden commodities from Vindyne before they could go up for public liquidation.”

“I am no one's property,” Alice said through her teeth.

“On the contrary, your software was redesigned by a captured fugitive, Jonas Valent, and you were born, so to speak, using our systems. The body you use is actually our property as well, a prisoner who was being rehabilitated for our workforce.”

“Her brain had been ravaged by your machines when I found her. All she had left were fragments of her worst memories, the ones she had the hardest time forgetting. Your systems even marked her as brain dead, but there was a spark left, one your computers couldn't have seen.”

“You caught her before we started trying to implanting new, better memory fragments. That body's purpose was coming, her brain death was intentional, a new full wipe procedure we were developing. What you used that mind for could only be described as art. The birth of a machine consciousness in a human brain. No one we managed to interrogate had the slightest idea that you were once a computer program. You should have seen the look on Bernice's face, she just couldn't believe it.”

“You didn't,” she said quietly as she eagerly watched the range count down on the fifteen fighters behind her.

“Don't worry, we only took them into custody for a couple weeks. After that they were completely unaware of the programmed response we had left in their subconsciousness. They're alive and happy.”

“Bruce. You did the same thing to Bruce and that's how you found me.”

“I'm surprised it took you this long to realize.”

“What do you want?” Alice asked as she turned all the weapon safeties off.

“I want you to tell me everything you know about how you became what you are. I want to look into your mind and experience the union of the machine and biological mind. You are the only one of your kind in the universe, and I would worship you if you'd only give me the opportunity.”

“And subject me to invasive scans and neural connections.”

“Don't answer so hastily, power down and we can consider this together. I bought your file to protect you, to keep you to myself. I have told you before, my mind has had implants that are as much a part of me as my very soul. What do I have to do to for you to see that I only want to join with you, to communicate on a level that only you and I could. I only want to protect you and learn about all that you are.”

The fighters came within range and she locked onto nine of them. “Here's my response,” she cut her engines, turned the nose of her ship towards the incoming fighters and launched all missiles. As the nine warheads moved off at incredible speed she opened fire. Her neural link with the cannons allowed her to fire on several targets at once, the two pulse cannons fired on one target while the three chain firing gauss guns each raked the others.

Her hands operated the manual controls as she rolled and strafed, hurtling backwards at the moon behind. Five of the missiles hit their mark and seven fighters were cut to pieces by gunfire.

She ceased fire, changed her trajectory with her thrusters just enough to make tracking her a little more difficult then engaged the cloaking device. Just as she was about to cut communications and make herself nearly impossible to trace several ships appeared in orbit around the moon. They immediately began pelting the area around her with high velocity flack rounds. There was debris in her path for tens of thousands of kilometres in every direction. She turned her cloaking device off and redirected the power to shields. “Did you ever think that I might be the one you shouldn't catch? I can tell you right now I'm way too much for you to handle.”

“I'll be the judge of that. Care to power down and allow one of my ships to dock?”

“You know what? I've had to put up with you sending me thousands of messages, hiring hunters to go after me, kidnapping my friends and you know, I could get away right now, but I'm done. I think it's time you learned your lesson. Go ahead and pick me up. I won't stop you,” she declared as she shut down her engines and retracted all her weapons. “Come get me.”

The Luck Bucket

Frost's friend had delivered. Unknown to the Captain, Frost had come to know Aragesh when he did some work for him as a cutter in a group of ship thieves. The reputation he had earned on Ao Katamari was well deserved even though no one actually had concrete proof. Aragesh was an issyrian who like to appear as a tall, statuesque man, perfect black hair and big white teeth included. When he flashed a smile you could see your reflection.

He had seen the used car salesman character in a movie somewhere and it had appealed to him. Thankfully the cultural reference was lost on all but his closest friends who had seen the old movie with him. As a master of a large used ship yard he did a lot of business in modified transport, small defence craft, cargo haulers and utility ships. Pretty much everything except for fighters and larger military vessels. His placement in orbit around one of the most expensive planets in the sector meant he could jack his prices and trade for high end vessels for much less than they were worth. Everyone who wanted to sell something so close to Ao Katamari was either desperate or in business. As a thriving business person Aragesh always preferred desperate.

The ship he sold the Captain came at a surprisingly low price. Only three point five million credits, a tenth its value. The only stipulation was that Jake had to have his picture taken by a holoimager with the dealer. Watching his Captain grin from ear to ear as he shook the living caricature's hand had Stephanie in stitches, but to Frost it was somehow eerie.

Everyone on the bridge of the Luck Bucket knew it was recently stolen. Captain Valance had even let Stephanie name the ship, and knowing it wasn't going to last long she didn't take it seriously. It was an old thirty meter long commercial interplanetary transport. Behind the main four seat cabin there were rows and rows of empty seats. The only benefit to the ship was its engines. It was fast, not terribly manoeuvrable or durable, but fast. There was no faster than light systems, just an old pair of fusion engines that could channel reactions straight out of the thrusters and generate much more power than the ship needed. The inertial dampeners made an awful whining sound every time Captain Valance accelerated. If the dampeners gave out all three of them would be crushed instantly and Frost found himself praying for the first time in years.

When they came aboard Captain Valance had done something unusual and loaned him his arm command unit so he could replace his old loose vacsuit with one of the higher tech versions Stephanie and the Captain used. The black suit needed more padding as far as he was concerned, it just wasn't flattering, but beggars couldn't be choosers. He knew it could take a lot more damage than any regular vacsuit could and was thankful for the gift.

The old, streamlined white and red vessel made the trip in under two hours and as Nissa came into view Frost couldn't help but shudder. Thickly forested planets, especially those with non-plant life on them, were his least favourite places to be. He was always looking over his shoulder for something that was about to leap out and drag him off into the wilderness. “Nothin' but swamp an' the madness that dwells within,” he said under his breath.

“You're not afraid of a few lizards are ya?” Stephanie teased, she had been doing a lot of that, ever since they rescued him from Nanna.

“Only if they're big enough to eat me whole. Besides, everythin' down there's camouflaged. You don't see it comin' til it's too late, then you're just gone.”

“You know, I've never heard of that happening to anyone.”

“That's because they're not around to talk about it anymore,” he replied as they began entering the atmosphere.

Stephanie laughed and nodded. “You have a point.”

The thrusters kicked in for atmospheric manoeuvring, filling the cabin with noise. The trio brought their headpieces up so they could manage the sound and speak through proximity radio. “What's the plan Captain?” Asked Stephanie.

Even though he had never flown the Luck Bucket before, he handled it expertly. It wasn't so different from the Samson, but Frost was sure there were pretty distinct differences in handling. He was constantly adjusting different controls, it seemed like there was a lot more work involved keeping a smooth, accurate trajectory. He was thankful there was no official port on the planet. Not enough people wanted to live there full time.

“I've been thinking,” Captain Valance started. “The Samson has anti-theft devices inside. How many people left aboard know how to trigger them?”

“Maybe five including the leftover boarding crew,” Stephanie replied.

“Really? Didn't we just train people how to activate those systems?” Frost asked.

“That was about two years ago. We've lost a lot of people since then.”

“I didn't realize, time flies.” Frost shrugged.

“Well, if they can get anywhere near those systems they could help themselves a bit. That really doesn't help us much though. There's not much I can do. Any fight I put up could cost lives, I'll have to surrender myself.”

“That's your plan? Surrender yourself?” Frost said, shaking his head.

“It's worked before actually,” Stephanie put in. “When you had to get aboard the Rising Mist. It was the only way to distract the crew so we could sneak in the other way.”

“I don't think we'll get away with that this time. Instead you'll impersonate me while Frost and I hide.”

“I'm a little short, don't you think?” Stephanie said in disbelief.

“You are, but we only need to distract them long enough for me to get in position. I'll be able to act as soon as you're in trouble.” He spotted a clear patch of earth. “Frost, check the density on that area there.”

Frost scanned the section of ground he was gesturing to and gave it the thumbs up. It was dense enough to support the weight of the craft. “Where will I hide?”

The ship set down with surprising speed, it didn't entirely seem intentional however, since the rear landing gear creaked so loudly they could hear it through their vacsuits and the Captain winced. As soon as they were down he pulled his sidearm and handed it, handle first, to Stephanie. “You'll find somewhere. If things start going wrong I'll just step out of the shadows and give myself up completely. If things go well we might be able to gain the upper hand and free the crew.”

“I don't like it,” Frost said as he accepted Stephanie's rifle.

“You don't have to, you just have to stay out of the way and be ready to help turn the tide,” he replied as he took a small communications and computer module from an inside coat pocket and stuffed it into a hidden fold in his vacsuit. He did the same with a few other very small components, they virtually disappeared on his person, before handing his scarf, long coat and arm command and control unit to Stephanie. “Take care of everything until this is over.”

“Any tips on impersonating you?” Stephanie asked.

“Keep your vacsuit faceplate blacked out and the long coat closed.”

“An' walk around like you own the place,” Frost added with a smile.

She grinned as she put on his arm command unit, long coat and white silk scarf. “Don't take too long sir, I like the way this fits.”

Gabriel Meunez

Gabriel Meunez had waited years to return to the Alice project. He was once an Executive Operations Officer with the Vindyne Corporation. Given great responsibility, a better paycheck and access beyond what most could fathom. After Major Hampon had captured Jonas Valent they moved on. He was reassigned despite his protests. An officer with much more influence had requested control of the Valent project.

Collins. A former general, he was a renowned tactician and was entrusted not only with Jonas Valent's fate but with pursuing the Alice software. He decided to attempt the transfer of a fully formed artificial intelligence to a human host using the information he would gather from Jonas Valent's mind and the scant fragments of Alice left in a massive computer. The problem was Valent's mind was resistant, and the computer core had been stolen along with the last complete imprint of the Alice AI.

Gabriel found himself reassigned back to rescue, salvage and profit recovery. It was an insult. He knew Alice was in a human host. Most didn't believe him, they thought that the cybernetic implants in his brain, his eyes, his hands and elsewhere had finally driven him to the edge of human reason.

On record they made him sound half mad, machine obsessed, but to look at him, to know him as a man, there were no visible additions or changes to his body. In fact, he looked more human on the outside than anyone who used wrist computers or dermal attachments to access information and aid them in their work. His frustration was eventually replaced with a renewed resolve. He was denied access to her file, but watched for any information that could lead him to her. One of his processor nodes were always looking across the millions of interconnected networks for her.

Almost a year later he found something. A ship registered to Alice Valent. She was so far away, it would take him weeks to get there, so he began to send priority messages. Somehow she had the impression that he meant her harm, even though they had never met. The only message he ever received was; 'leave me alone!' That didn't stop him. He repeatedly sent appeals, threats, explanations of why he thought they were the perfect mated pair.

It only drove her further away until she came for Jake Valance. Under everyone's nose she and her partner, Bernice, made off with his stasis tube and disappeared. To Vindyne fleet security's utter embarrassment they could never explain the entire incident. She had not only been the first artificial intelligence to make the transfer from a digital existence to flesh and blood, she was also capable of so much more than any normal human. Breaching a high security secret Research and Development laboratory was nearly impossible. Getting out alive with one of the most important resources in the entire Company was impossible but there it was, it had been done.

He continued his search in private. Every spare moment, every extra processor clock cycle and terabyte of excess storage was dedicated to tracking her. Years passed and he was always aware of where she had been no more than two months before. She had gone so far, separated herself from her enemies so well and for a time she had many. It seemed beneath her to do what was common to most as far as occupations were concerned. Rescue missions, smuggling runs, freelance fighter piloting, even the occasional theft was performed for payment. In underground circles she was gathering a reputation for herself, in more legitimate law enforcement data bases she was earmarked as dangerous, not to be trusted and occasionally as a fugitive. He was in awe of her accomplishments.

At last count three government agencies and nine corporations had charged her with a variety of crimes and most of them gladly contributed to one bounty pot or another. The largest of which was over three million Core World Credits. Vindyne had contributed two thirds of that amount, claiming she was their property. Before they could see the day of her capture their stock crashed.

The rising expense of running a war on several fronts along with more and more frequent civil uprisings were a large part of their downfall. They had also overextended themselves and were falling out of favour with bigger corporations like Lorander. When the stock was down to a percentage of its former average he took the opportunity to purchase Jonas and Alice Valent's files along with all property associated with it. The ships he commanded were actually stolen from the weak, crumbling Vindyne Corporation. In the end he was only as good as any looter on the street but that didn't matter. He could afford to pay the crew for years to come and there was always work for a small fleet of armed capitol ships.

As soon as all the materials associated with the Valents were aboard his flagship he made for the last sector Alice had been spotted in and began tracking down her various cohorts. He used Vindyne technology to reprogram who he could with the simplest of subliminal instructions. In the end they suffered through the process of capture, but no long term harm was done. He couldn't allow that, they were almost like family if they were friends to his beloved Alice.

He watched nervously through a large control room window overlooking the main hangar. The Clever Dream was guided in by a tractor beam. He would make her welcome, treat her as she deserved to be treated and when the time came they would be closer than any mere humans could ever be.

The Clever Dream was brought down onto the deck and a team of soldiers in black Vindyne armour moved up the main gangway carefully. It was a beautiful ship, he would ensure that it was well maintained and ready for her. Someday he knew he would be able to allow her to leave and trust her to return of her own accord.

The ten soldiers disappeared into the belly of her sleek, black ship. “Captain, report. Is she inside?” Asked Meunez.

“We're in the first corridor. This thing has a lot of living space sir. She hasn't presented herself yet.”

“All right, I'm sending beta team in.”

“Yes sir.”

Another ten soldiers rushed up the ramp. Their rifles were slung, sidearms in their holsters as instructed. They weren't to present an immediate threat if they could help it. The last of them disappeared into the ship and Gabriel counted the milliseconds for as long as he could stand it. “Anything on thermals or motion detection?”

“No sir. Wait, I see something on thermals. Stand by.”

The gangway slammed shut. A communications officer turned to him with a worried expression. “We've lost our link to the teams sir.”

A moment later the gangway lowered slowly, at it's normal speed. “Theta team, check on alpha and beta,” Ordered Meunez.

Ten more armoured soldiers rushed up the ramp and a moment later the Captain's report came. “Dear God, they've been incinerated.”

“Get out of there!”

The gangway slammed shut once more and communications between the ship and the team dropped off.

Gabriel looked on in horror as all the weapons on the ship activated. Panels slid aside to reveal missiles and guns as though the ship itself was sneering, bearing its deadly teeth for all to see. The deck Sargent took Gabriel's arm. “We should go sir!” he shouted, pulling him out of the room.

As he was dragged away from the window he could see Alice drop out of a rear engine compartment. A slim figure in a blue vacsuit and old flight jacket armed with a rifle, a case slung across her back and a sidearm dropping out of her black nightmare of a ship.

Seconds later he was behind the door to the control room and he could hear the explosions and thunderous impacts as the main hangar bay of his flagship was decimated.

Shadows

The patch of ground was as level as you could find in the swamp hell that had been chosen for their meeting place. In the middle stood Stephanie, dressed in the Captain's coat and scarf. Her vacsuit was sealed and the faceplate was blacked out so no one could see her face.

As a severe looking craft that looked like it was made from harsh angles and a collection of various triangular sections landed, she stood stoically. Before the main gangway at the front of the thirty meter long ship came down she drew the Captain's sidearm. Four soldiers in white and grey vacsuits, completely out of place in the misty darkness, walked down the ramp.

“Drop it,” One of them commanded.

She hesitated a moment, as the Captain would, and tossed the gun between them. “Don't lose that. I'll want it back later,” she said through the voice disguiser. It sounded exactly like the Captain's voice.

They split ranks so there was enough room for her to walk up the ramp and she obliged.

Frost knew for a fact that the Captain, secure in his cloaksuit, was right behind her. As the ramp closed he dreaded what he must do next. He had been buried in the soft ground right under her feet, and with all his strength he rose up and ran to the nearest landing strut. As the ship started lifting off he stepped on and climbed up.

“I really have to talk to Captain about keeping me out of the action,” he muttered to himself. He knew why he was the one entrusted with finding a hiding place in a hurry. Stephanie didn't have the technical knowledge or experience sneaking around he did. Jake might not have known about his ship thieving past, but he did know Frost had been an excellent burglar before and after he joined the crew of the Samson.

The compartment was tight and he looked desperately for a service door or hatch, anything.

They were in the air when he finally found the service hatch. The gear started retracting and he tried to squeeze his shoulders inside. He almost made it half way but nearly became stuck. “I've got ta lose some weight, dammit. Get back in fightn' form.”

He lowered himself back down into the small undercarriage space and knowing he'd be crushed when the landing strut was fully retracted he wrapped the power cords leading to the retractor around his hand and yanked hard, disabling the mechanism that would draw the undercarriage inside. “Oh I think they'll notice that.”

Hernando Ramirez

The ship was massive, he'd only been aboard something as large when he was in the infantry. The drop ship he served on was huge, but all he really saw was the gymnasium, the berth, drop bays, disciplinary room, the showers and the head. Grunts didn't get to see much of anything else. Despite that, he wasn't quite out of his element.

He was still ducking behind corners, running through hallways, firing off at a pair of pursuers trying to gun him down. That was the most familiar thing about the situation and it was all he really needed.

It was becoming evident that men knew just as much about where they were as he did; little to nothing. They were new aboard, so the advantage of familiar ground belonged to no one. He came to a skidding stop at the end of a hallway and ducked around the corner, looking for doorways. The lighting was dim, the corners were dusty, but the ship was very well constructed and there was a bulkhead every twenty meters. It was built to an older standard, meant to last. Any wall was good cover, their ammunition couldn't penetrate but neither could his.

The map he had downloaded from the ship computer wasn't as detailed as he would like, the security built into the computer didn't allow labels to appear and he wasn't an engineering genius like Finn, so he couldn't tell the crew quarters from the galley. From the looks of it there was a lift at the end of the hallway that lead up into the rear of the ship and the doors between lead to four large sections.

He peeked his head out from the corner and glimpsed the pair who had been chasing him. A shot narrowly missed and to his dismay there was no time for him to make it to the lift. He couldn't guarantee that the doors would open or close fast enough to provide cover.

Instead he took the few steps required to get into the nearest room, only the doors didn't open. He ran to the next and fired down the hallway at the pair of security officers. They were using the corner for cover, and firing wildly around the bend without looking.

The hall was sealed off, and he took one last chance, rolling across the floor to the elevator doors. The panel to one side lit up, indicating that a car was on its way. He got as low as he could and fired back, hitting the corner the pair were firing from and firing just past, trying to intimidate them into not risking their hands or forearms as they stretched out, firing blindly.

With a glance upward he could see that the ceiling was completely sealed. Other than a few pipes and heavily insulated cables there was nothing, no panels, hatches or other ways out. One of the guards tried to peek and take an aimed shot at him. Ramirez caught him squarely in the forehead. The light energy deflected off the man's vacsuit, but the initial heat must have done the job. The guard slumped to the floor, motionless.

The elevator doors parted and he backed inside. The second security officer took several shots at him and just as the doors closed one caught him above the right hip. Ramirez fell to the ground and checked the burn. It was more painful than the shot he had taken in the leg, but he could move.

“Finn, I'm out unless I can find pain killers, something,” he said, breathing raggedly. He reached up to the control panel and pressed the top level button then the rest. “Finn, do you hear me?”

“Yes, I'm looking. Are you okay?”

“I took a hit. I'll probably live but I'm out of the action. Can you see where I am?”

“In the lift?”

“That's me.”

“Okay, there's an emergency station just outside on the fourteenth level.”

“Fantastic, anyone there?”

“Nope, like most of the ship it's pretty much empty. Now that you mention it, there's automation all over the place. It's like the Triton was rigged so a hundred people could run it.”

“Interesting,” Ramirez said while grinding his teeth together. The pain in his side was so intense he saw spots as he stood up on the opposite leg and cancelled all the floor requests except for the fourteenth.

“Sorry, you probably don't want to hear me go on.”

“No, keep talking, it distracts me from feeling like someone's slowly sawing me in half,” he tried to take a deep breath but was rewarded with stabbing pain. “How is Agameg doing?”

“He's stopped in the brig, he's been there a while but outside the cells.”

“I've managed to become the brig watchman. Have they started moving people from the Samson yet?” Price asked in a hushed whisper.

“Nice work buddy!” Ramirez commented. The lift arrived on the fourteenth floor and he struggled out of the car and into the hallway. The emergency medical kit was just a couple meters away but it seemed much further. He steeled himself, ground his teeth together and moved as quickly as he could, falling against the emergency medical station. He cried out involuntarily in response to the sudden pressure on his middle.

“I'm going to help Ramirez,” Price said.

“Stay there! I'll be okay.”

“I'm sorry, I heard you and assumed.”

“I'm getting treatment,” he replied as he activated the emergency station. “Well, self medicating I hope.” A bed came out of the wall and he leaned on it. “I'll try to keep it down next time.” Hurriedly he looked through one of the drawers and found a package with a green cross on it. The universal symbol for pain killers. The package came undone easily and relief was instantaneous as he injected himself with whatever was inside.

“That guard is taking the elevator!” Finn warned.

“Dammit!” Ramirez rifled through the drawer for a moment, then just took a hand full of packages and limped down the hallway. “Always running out of time. Any way for you to stop the elevator?”

“I don't have that kind of control.”

He turned towards the next doorway and found it sealed. “What the hell? How much of this ship do they actually use?”

“What?”

“None of these doors are opening,” he complained as he crossed the hall to another.

“I can't access door controls for that area.”

Ramirez looked around, he had no cover. “Well, I'll see you real soon if I'm lucky Agameg,” he griped as he dropped his gun and looked through the medical packages for anything that could help. “Hey, what does a blue and green cross mean?”

“I think that will increase your rate of recovery,” Agameg replied.

“Like nanobots?”

“No, chemically. Didn't you take emergency medical training?”

“Sure I did, fifteen years ago and five sectors away. Okay, here goes,” He injected himself with the six ounces of dark red fluid. The lift doors started opening and he held his hands up. Luckily, the security officer wasn't overly trigger happy. “I surrender!” Ramirez called out before falling to the floor, unconscious.

Agameg tried not to look worried as Ramirez was delivered to the brig on a hovergurney.

“Bastard shot Berman and jumped into a lift. Open cell five,” the guard ordered.

Agameg pressed the door control and watched the cell open.

The guard pushed the gurney inside and rolled Ramirez off onto the floor unceremoniously. “Injected himself with an emergency stasis dose right before I caught him. Strangest thing I've ever seen.”

“What?” Agameg slipped.

The guard looked right at him. “Yup, he'll be out for at least eight hours. Probably feel better than any of us when he wakes up too,” he kicked Ramirez before pushing the gurney out of the cell. “Close it up.”

Agameg complied.

“You look better. Feeling okay now?” Asked the guard.

“Much better, thank you.”

“Got a frog in your throat?”

Agameg didn't understand and cocked his head. “I don't think so.”

“Ah, you just sound a little different, probably just a bug.”

Agameg nodded.

“Any chance we could switch? After that chase I don't much feel like getting the rest of the crew from that piece of scrap on the landing deck.”

“I don't think the Captain would like that.”

“Yeah, he's particular. See you in a few,” the guard said as he left the brig.

“You're getting better at this,” Ashley whispered after the hatch closed.

“Thank you, I wouldn't have been as convincing without your direction.” Agameg said with a nod. “Finn, it sounds like guards will be discovering our empty racks soon,” he whispered.

“You're right, there are already four guards on their way onto the ship. They've detected the energy signature from the Big Surprise and are coming to check it out.”

“Oh no.”

“I'm trying to set it to blow and get out.”

Agameg checked the locations of crew members on that floor and nodded to himself. “I'm going to let everyone out of their cells.”

“Good idea, there's a chance the brig controls would be disabled when this goes off.”

Agameg opened all the cells and was joined by Ashley, Cynthia and the two other crewmen. He had discovered one was named Marcus Jackson and the other was Vanda Mason. “We will have to arm ourselves somehow along the way.”

“Can you find a weapons locker?” Cynthia asked, looking at the brig controls.

“No, the security implemented across the ship seems to be based on a localized system of control. You can see and hear much, but actually do very little.”

“Okay, that makes things complicated. I'm not exactly the best hacker around.”

“Localized control?” Ashley asked.

“It means that most stations don't have any kind of remote control available, so you have to operate certain systems from certain stations. It might have something to do with the automation.” Cynthia supposed as she browsed through the different control menus so fast Agameg couldn't track. “Yup, there are stations specific to engineering, navigation, weaponry, medical and other broad categories. Over two thirds of the ship is completely locked down and has been for decades. This ship hasn't operated with anything but a skeleton crew for a long time. Did you find out how many people are aboard?”

“There are about sixty five crew as far as I could determine.”

“Well, that looks like an arms locker there. If we find a good corner to hole up in we should be able to hold out until the Captain finds us.”

“There's a small ship landing beside the Samson,” Finn whispered.

“Someone is landing,” Agameg relayed.

“Well, let's get moving. I'm betting that's the Captain now,” Ashley said, opening the brig hatchway.

Finn could see and hear the incoming security team of four perfectly. The Samson's internal sensors were never turned off. “The power reading is coming from in here,” said one of the team members.

“Think it's a line of reserve capacitors?”

“Maybe, Captain Wheeler wanted it checked before the Cold Reaver landed.”

“Some name for a dropship.”

“Have you seen the guns on that thing? It's loaded down with electromagnetic pulse cannons. If that weren't enough there are two railgun turrets.” Replied one of the security officers. “I would not want to get behind that thing in a fighter, you'd be dust in seconds.”

Finn got an idea, he wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but it was better than nothing. He climbed on top of the Big surprise and got ready.

“Aw crap, there's the Reaver. We better hurry down in there and check it out,” he overheard one of the security officers complain.

“Don't worry, the Captain's got four guys with him, what could go wrong?”

“Two of them aren't even part of a security detail, they're mechanics dressed up like officers. We'd better make it quick.”

The hatch opened and Finn was face to face with one of the security officers. “Hi!”

“What the? Don't move!”

Finn squeezed his eyes shut and activated the launch door on his computer pad, holding on for dear life. The big surprise was thrust through the launch doors below it and crashed into the hangar deck, knocking the wind out of Finn even though his vacsuit protected him from most of the concussive force.

He didn't have time to catch his breath, the big surprise and the landing struts were the only cover he had. Captain Wheeler and four of his crew members looked on in surprise as Finn rolled off the ugly mess of capacitors and energy units then ran for the nearest exit as hard as he could.

He went right under where the Cold Reaver was landing and into a doorway. Finn found the control panel, closed the doors and busted the cover off hurriedly. He looked for wiring underneath. It was all modern, high quality heavy duty integrated circuitry. There were no loose wires to manipulate. Hoping for the best he pulled the flat, featureless circuit board as hard as he could and showered himself in sparks as it came free. A larger panel beneath popped open to reveal a crank for manually opening the door and he jammed his foot down onto it, hoping he was strong enough to keep the door closed. “God I hope that's the only door leading into this room,” he looked around for a moment and realized he was inside a disused workshop. It was huge, and only partially lit. There were parts in neat stacks near the doorway, along with an engine on a stand he assumed was from a shuttle.

With one finger hovering over the Big Surprise's remote trigger he watched the hangar through the Samson's external sensors. No one was coming for him yet, and Captain Wheeler was focused on the Cold Reaver as the gangway lowered.

Wheeler was disappointed. The person his security team was escorting down the ramp was certainly not Valent. He was too short for a start.

“I told you Valent was about six feet tall,” he said as he opened the captive's long coat. “And this is a woman!”

“I'm sorry sir, she had everything you described Valent with. Even his sidearm.” One of the security officers said, offering him the heavy handgun.

“Not to mention other accessories that don't come with a male captive,” Wheeler said sourly as he reached for the weapon. His hand was just about to touch it when he felt the ominous shape of a round barrel press up against the back of his head. Without a thought he dropped to his knees, drew his sidearm just enough to clear the holster, and pointed it backwards, firing several times.

He caught one of his own security team in the chest, but hit whoever was behind him three times. The cloaking field projected by Jake Valance's armour failed and his body became visible. One shot had caught him just under the chin, the next squarely in the stomach and the third had caught him in the groin. “Now that is Valent.” Wheeler said as he held his hand out towards the charred body, taking a medical reading with sensors inbedded in his palm. He checked the readout displayed on the surface of his forearm's skin. “Dead. I'll probably lose my cash reward for this,” he concluded. “Helm, set course for Pallanous four.” Wheeler ordered as he reloaded his pulse weapon.

Finn watched the whole thing and stared at the display in complete disbelief. He could hear Wheeler declare Captain Valance dead, he could see the massive damage to the man's body. Somehow he seemed invincible, indomitable, but now he was dead. They were dragging the body like a bag of garbage to an elevator and he was still in his trance of disbelief.

Wheeler put his sidearm right up against the impostor's faceplate. “I grew up wearing vacsuits a lot like the one you're hiding behind. That's why when I knew I was going after Valent I modified this pulse weapon to discharge a third of its power, about five hundred rounds worth, in each shot. I didn't consider whether or not it would work against the faceplate. Move and I'll give it a try.” She struggled as the guards at her sides held her in place. “Time to tie up loose ends. Kill the rest of the Samson crew. Hunt them down, use grenades, flush them out into space, I don't care how, just do it!”

Finn panicked. He activated the Big Surprise and every electrical system near the hangar was hit will the massive electromagnetic explosion. Every unshielded fine circuit, lighting fixture and active piece of technology sparked, overloaded and burned out. The Ion engine right behind him started making a deafening, squealing, whining sound. He reached down, grabbed the manual crank and struggled with it. The heavy doors barely moved. As he pulled the lever with both hands with all the strength he had he could see parts of the bare engine turning white. The heavy blast doors parted a few millimetres before the explosion.

Frost had expected the Big Surprise to go off, he was ready. Seeing the Captain killed like it was child's play had him rattled, but more angry. He carefully lowered himself down the landing strut and when the emergency lights came on, shedding just enough ruddy yellow illumination to see distinct shapes he leapt for Wheeler.

Lucius pulled his trigger and nothing happened. Instead of taking another shot at Stephanie he levelled his pistol at Frost's head and pulled the trigger again. The weapon emitted nothing but a hollow click. Frost laughed and brought one big fist down on Wheeler's face like a sledge. The first blow broke the man's perfect nose. A security officer knocked Frost off and his Captain scrambled to his feet, holding his face and started running for the elevator.

Frost kicked the security officer's knee then swept his other foot out from under him. In a split second he was on top of the guard, grabbing hold of his vacsuit's face plate. He drew his head up a few inches, gripped his jaw and wrenched the man's head hard, cracking the support that kept his neck from turning too far. He whipped the man's head the other way and back again. Without the resistance of the support, the soldier's neck snapped.

Stephanie had flipped one of the security officers onto his back and crushed his windpipe with her foot. The other tried to grab her again and she spun, sweeping his legs out from under him. The moment he hit the ground she kicked him in the face, partially dislodging his helmet. She kicked him in the teeth as hard as she could, sending his helmet across the deck and brought her leg all the way up then crushed the heel of her armoured boot onto his temple with a grisly crunch. It was then she acknowledged Frost. “You made it.”

“Aye,” he replied out of breath; “Wheeler's gettin' away.”

The pair looked towards the elevator where a pair of guards tried to get the shaft open. They had dropped Jake Valance's body behind them. Wheeler was running towards it, hunched over, holding his face. His broken nose was bleeding freely.

Stephanie and Frost started running after him but stopped dead in their tracks at a sight neither of them would forget for the rest of their lives. Captain Valance stood in one smooth motion. They were watching the dead come to life as he started walking towards Wheeler, who didn't run, he just dropped his hand to his side and shook his head. “You were burned through, right in the neck.”

“I was.” Came Valance's cold reply.

“You're a framework, they made you a framework,” Wheeler said as he staggered backwards.

Jake didn't reply, but turned towards two oncoming guards, ducked one and rammed the other with his shoulder, bowling him over. He spun on his heel and caught the other guard's head in his hands. With one swift yank his helmet was off, and in the next instant Jake used it as a weapon, smashing it into the guard's face once then backhanding him with it hard, sending his opponent straight down to the deck.

The Captain rounded on Wheeler then, tossing the helmet aside. “They did a lot to me. Now you're going to tell me what it was like before.” Jake said as he took the next few steps between him and the other man. “While you watch me buy your crew, take your ship, and make everything you value my own.”

Frost fell to his knees. He kept staring at the perfect, bare skin where the Captain's fatal wounds had been. The awe he was in was understandable, but the relief at seeing that man alive was profound. The depth of it would be something Frost would ponder for many days to come.

Awakening

Alice could see perfectly in the maintenance spaces between the decks and walls. Her mechanical eye amplified the little available light and measured the densities of objects ahead to construct a mid day perfect picture of what lay ahead. Her implants were working perfectly except for one little glitch. Ever since Lewis was transferred to a storage chip and subprocessor unit buried in the back of her jaw her right earlobe would periodically itch. “You should stop scratching and tugging that. It'll eventually become all red and sore. You might even bruise it.” She heard him through her neural communicator.

“You know, it's funny, I never use the implant you're living in. It only started when you made the transfer.”

“Why did you have me download myself here? I could have hid away in one of the Clever Dream's subsystems. They'd never find me.”

“Yes, but there's a good chance that they'll eventually deactivate or destroy her. She's probably torn the hangar up something fierce and prevented anyone from so much as opening the door but she'll eventually run out of fuel and be unable to fire her guns let alone generate more ammo for the missile launchers,” Alice replied mentally as she squeezed around a large pipe.

“It will take over a year for her to expend all the fuel in the tanks by firing all five guns. The materializer systems could generate over four hundred fifty missiles each before exceeding their warranty coverage. Who knows how long they'll last afterwards.”

“They'd probably fail right after the warranty expires. That seems to be the way of things.”

“Not with that ship. It's top of the line remember? I miss her already.”

“Well I need you here. Two heads are better than one.”

“I'm not nearly as quick in this little micro computer. It's only five hundred twelve bit, after all.”

“Oh boo hoo. A few hundred years ago that kind of power would have weighed ten kilograms. Now it fits into a half centimetre squared biochip. I just wish it wasn't tapping a nerve or something for its power.” Alice said as she tugged her earlobe. Looking around, it was difficult to believe she was in the bowels of a ship. There were vessels that had hallways as cramped. Cables, tubes, circuit boxes and pipes were everywhere, certainly, but most ships ran those along their main hallways anyway. “What an incredible waste of space. I mean, the First Light only had one section with panelled walls and that was the Officers quarters. Not even all the officer's quarters were that way either, just the senior staff section. Man, what I'd do to serve on that ship,” she stopped and looked at a group of intersecting wires. “These are the the mechanical door control leads for this section right?”

“One moment please.”

“Oh, come on. It can't be that hard to look it up.”

“Shh, I'm searching. The schematics you downloaded were primarily for waste management. It's hard to guess based on what I'm seeing. You're right though, those must be the power lines and control cables you're looking for.”

“Oh, you think it's both? Not just the power?”

“That's my best guess. I can say for a certainty that two decks won't be able to activate waste recycling as well. That's eleven toilets slowly filling up.”

“Not a pretty picture. Okay, here's hoping you're right about what these wires do.” Alice said as she spread coarse green paste across the ribbon cables. It would take half an hour for the chemical compound to eat through the wires.

“So what exactly are you going to do? Inconvenience them to death?” Asked Lewis.

“I'm just spreading a little extra chaos to disguise my true purpose. Since the main hangar doors are on lockdown and there's no way the Clever Dream will blast her way through, I'm going to find one of the computer cores and dump you inside.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?”

“Whatever you like. You could always start singing Birdhouse In Your Soul while playing five trillion games of sudoku. Anything to distract the ship sensors from what I'm up to.”

“Ah, Birdhouse In Your Soul, it took hundreds of years and many emotional artificial intelligences to understand its meaning. Even after the accomplishment was made no AI could actually convey the simplistic meaning on any level.”

“I know, sometimes I wish I were still software so I could fully understand it from your perspective.”

“Well, I'm sure I can provide a distraction. What will you be doing again?”

“You'll know it when you see it,” Alice replied as she began climbing up a long, narrow shaft packed with various cables and wires.

“Will you come back for me?”

“Oh, don't worry, I won't leave you behind after all the work I put in. Once I'm on my way out in the Clever Dream I expect you'll transmit yourself to her. You'll be safe and sound, back home.”

“That's a relief. What if I can't transmit?”

“Well, I'll work on some insurance.”

Several decks later she came to a broad junction with more room for internal infrastructure management. She climbed into the service walkway and laid her hand on a thirty centimetre thick bundle of cables. A small display came up on the visor of her vacsuit. “Here it is. The primary data cable for the secondary computer core. Ready to have some fun?”

“Oh yes. I love talking to strange computer systems.”

“Just tell me if you don't get control of the core before a defensive AI gets on your trail.”

“Will do.”

She carefully stabbed a small tool into two data cables and uploaded Lewis into the system. Transmitting complex data was always a strange sensation. It was like reading ten thousand pages in the space of five seconds and not remembering a single word.

“Oh, they'll never see this coming,” Lewis transmitted to her.

“Good boy, confusion and inconvenience, as much as you can manage.”

“I've taken control of the secondary core. The defensive AIs didn't even notice until it was too late. Going silent until you need me,” Lewis said gleefully.

Alice started to run down the narrow passageway towards her main objective. She was half way there when Lewis broke comm silence.

“Alice, you need to know this. Jonas is here.”

“What?”

“Jonas Valent. The real one, he's here. He's alive. He's in a suite three corridors down.”

“They captured him? How? He's sectors away.”

“No, it's all in the database. That is an experiment, a copy that failed regardless of how many times they tried to copy Jonas' conciousness. The copies kept on refusing to cooperate, suppressing or deleting the copied memories. Along with his experiences they all seemed to inherit his spirit of defiance, the will fight Vindyne, even if it meant sabotaging themselves. The being they have in custody here is the real Jonas Valent, however. His memory is intact and he has been awake for sixty three days.”

Alice felt as though her entire world had tipped on its head. “Show me.”

A flash of images flipped by on her eye implant and she read them with ease. Over the passage of seconds she knew exactly what she would do. Revenge will have to wait. I'll be back for you Gabriel, she thought to herself. “Lewis, I'd like you to look up a subprogram called dementia.”

“I have it, I did not know it was part of my program.”

“Please activate for fifteen minutes and extend immunity to myself, your core program, Jonas Valent and the Clever Dream.”

There was no response. Once dementia was activated there wouldn't be. Lewis was busy doing other things.

She ran down the passageway until she came to an access panel. She switched to sonic and thermal sensors so she could see through it into the next room. There were two people, one of them was standing in front of a materializer and Alice couldn't help but smile at herself. She knew what was about to happen.

The order was; “two stacks of pancakes with extra syrup and whip cream.” Instead the materializer exploded with fire suppressant foam, instantly engulfing the crew member. The foam continued to spill forth at an incredible rate as Alice kicked the access panel out and walked through the room, past the other crew member who was near panic and on her way out of their quarters.

Alice ran full tilt down the hallway outside, taking in the information coming to her through her electronic eye. There were three crew members fighting off a maintenance drone around the corner to the right, another crew member trying to call in the malfunctions but only getting through to the intercom for that stretch of hallway.

She rounded another corner with her sidearm at the ready. There were two guards there trying to understand why the lift doors would close whenever they came near. Her first shot took the nearest in the shoulder, wrecking the bone beneath and his right chest cavity. Her second shot took the other guard's head off his shoulders. With the energy settings set so high on her sidearm, it would continue to be just as effective, but run out of ammunition in only thirty more shots, but under the circumstances, she'd have to make sure every shot counted, no matter what weapon she decided to use.

Alarms went off. That system was obviously still working. She unslung her rifle and begun to run. No one was moving just yet, but she had over three kilometres of hallway to go.

After rounding several corners and making it half way she came upon a storage area that was left wide open. It looked like the bots within were playing murder ball with packages and crates, several hapless crew members had gotten in the crossfire. A rifle shot narrowly missed her and she glanced to her right. The shot had come from a security team on the other side of the massive storage area. They were braving the bedlam to get to her. There was cover everywhere, and as she rolled behind a sturdy looking crate while several more shots rang out. They weren't using stun weaponry.

Hesitation was for the weak. It was something she had overheard Jonas Valent's drill instructor shout at him during basic training over twenty years before. From her inside jacket pocket she produced a strap of ten high yield disruptor grenades and ran around the corner as she tossed them across the storage area.

The fuse was set to three seconds, everything in that hold would be damaged or reduced to unrecognisable scrap. Her thermal readings told her that there was an entire squad of guards coming around the next corner and she began to fire.

Her particle acceleration rifle tore pieces out of the walls, the deck, and when she ran through the intersection of the hall it tore into the soldiers who never had a chance. The grenades went off.

The sheer force of air rushing from behind knocked her off her feet. She rolled and skidded down the hall, catching a corner awkwardly with her foot. “Pain meds, right ankle,” she told her suit, she knew she at least had a bad sprain.

It only hurt for three steps, then she was fine. It was a price she'd pay later. There was a group of soldiers coming towards her from another corner. From the other side of her jacket she pulled the second and last belt of grenades. As the lead soldier peeked around the corner she tossed the twenty centimetre long belt straight at his head. It looped around his neck, the six second fuse counted down.

In all her life she never ran so fast. She was almost there, just another corner and two hundred meters. The corner came up and she dove behind it, landing on her back, thanking the creators of the impact resistant vacsuit she wore. For a whole breath she looked into the visors of a pair of guards whose hesitation must have been a symptom of their surprise.

Then the grenades went off. The pair of guards were knocked off their feet by the violent concussive force. It took a moment for her sensors to reset and get back to normal, and she used the seconds to stand up. She straightened her jacket and brushed the dust and debris from the front of her vacsuit. “Lewis, open this door,” she ordered through her communicator.

A second later it opened to reveal Jonas Valent, just as she remembered him, only he was in plain grey civilian clothing, holding a thin computing pad. She stepped inside and let the door close behind her. “Lewis, increase gravitational force in the passages around this room by a factor of five point five.”

He stood, cocked his head and looked at her. “Wrong turn?” he asked.

Retracting her headpiece she smiled at him brightly. “Do you remember your eighteenth birthday? After the party was finished and you were back home in your room I asked you what you wished for?”

He didn't understand, but she had his attention.

“You told me you wished to live in interesting times. A few years later you found yourself on All-Con Prime watching a foundry explode and said; 'you just can't pay for this kind of entertainment back home.'”

He looked at her in disbelief for a moment and smiled.

She went on. “I commented; 'that's pretty good evidence that wishes can come true.'”

“Alice?” Was Jonas' only response.

“Daddy's little girl is all grown up,” she ran over and jumped into his arms. To her relief and joy he actually squeezed her back. The moment couldn't last, however. “We have to go. I don't know how long Lewis can keep everyone on their faces. He has the gravity turned up to five point five.”

“Yup, that kind of gravity would strain systems. Who's Lewis?” He asked as he accepted her rife.

“He's my artificial intelligence.”

“Nice. Let's get out of here.”

“The primary artificial intelligence is redoubling its efforts to regain control Alice, I don't know how long I can maintain this,” Lewis informed her.

“All right, stop work on everything but keeping yourself intact and keeping the corridors nearest us set to increased gravity.”

“I will try.”

Alice looked to Jonas. “Now we head to my ship.”

“Thank God you have a plan, because I don't have a clue.”

They stepped out into the hallway and could immediately hear the whining of the gravitational systems as they tried to keep up with the requested output. The pair of guards were in awkward piles. They tried to move, and would be fine once the gravity let up, but for the time being they could barely shift their weight.

Alice and Jonas ran as hard as they could, the sound of strained systems following them as much as the sound of their footsteps. They made quick time through several corridors. It was like some mad mixed nightmare. She was running beside her creator, twisted, contorted bodies wherever they looked. The level of gravity the crew had been subjected to wasn't the maximum tolerance of the human body, but it was enough to force just about anyone down. Lewis had set it higher than she wanted him to.

They reached a lift and Lewis opened the door. “I expect to lose control in less than ten minutes,” he informed her.

“Okay, clear us a path to the port reactor. In the meantime, deactivate gravity and the cars for this lift,” she replied mentally. “Change of plans, we have to hold the ship hostage. We won't be able to get to the ship before Lewis loses control.” Alice said aloud.

“You really do have a plan,” Jonas said, shaking his head as he followed her into the zero gravity of the elevator shaft. The door closed behind them and she lead the way down several decks. “I really just winged it whenever I could get away with it.”

“I know, that is until you took command of the First Light.”

“Yup, and then I relied on you for all the heavy lifting, cerebrally speaking.”

“Until I was transferred into the Overlord Two where I eventually found my way into this body.”

“That explains a lot.”

“We're here, time to put on a real show,” she started taking off her pack as they stepped into the corridor when a shot caught her in the arm.

Jonas pushed her to the deck and opened up in the direction the shot came from, catching the guard three times in the chest.

He checked her and saw it was a through and through burn that took a piece of bone with it. It was immediately evident that as a reaction to her brute force measures, everyone else had tuned their weapons up to their maximum setting. The reactor was just up ahead. There were three luminescent tubes a meter and a half across, each one filled with churning liquid that fluctuated in colour between deep red and deep blue.

“Pain meds are already kicking in. I'll take care of this myself. You have to plant this explosive,” Alice said, standing with Jonas' help.

“Gotcha.” He opened the bag and pulled the long cylinder free. The remote detonator was inside. He took a look at it. “Simple enough. Safety on the device here, and another safety on the trigger here.”

“Exactly.”

“Okay, cover me,” he said as he started down the ramp to the reactor. There was another guard, but he had been crushed to the ground earlier at an awkward angle. Jonas made it to the nearest reactor tube and realized it was a regenerating antimatter core. “This is the most dangerous power system I've ever seen,” he said to himself as he affixed the charge and pulled the safety strip clear. He recognized the trigger system. If anyone moved it it would show on the trigger mechanism and the user would have the option of either setting a timer or blowing it right away.

He turned and ran back to Alice who was in much less pain. The vacsuit had regenerated across the wound as well. She smiled at him and flexed her arm. “Emergency nanobot kit built into the suit. My idea.”

“You make your father proud,” he said as he followed her back into the lift.

As they came to the level of the main hangar Lewis opened communications with Alice. “I am losing control.”

“Okay, deactivate dementia and upload yourself into the Clever Dream. Get her ready if you can.”

“Done.”

The way to the hangar bay was a grisly sight. The damage the Clever Dream was doing had caused a high temperature explosion throughout several hallways. They could see where pipelines had exploded, blowing huge holes in the walls and charring the decks and ceilings. The fire had been put out, whatever was flowing through those pipelines had been turned off but there were still corpses scattered throughout the hallways.

They turned the second last corner before getting to the nearest hangar access point when the door in front of them slid open to reveal a squadron of soldiers ready in firing formation. One group was in a kneeling line with rifles ready, the group behind were standing with their weapons trained on them as well.

Alice and Jonas moved with the same swift motion, diving into the adjoining hallway. Several shots rang out milliseconds behind them.

“Hold fire!” Called the familiar voice of Gabriel Meunez. “Alice, Jonas you can come out.”

“I do not believe you!” Jonas called back.

Alice couldn't help but chuckle. She took the dull grey metal sleeve off the detonator switch and gripped the cylinder. “I have a particle bomb strapped to your port reactor and one of us is holding a dead man's switch.” She balled the hand with the dead man's switch so Jonas could see that it was small enough for her to completely hide in her palm.

He caught on and balled his free hand. “We want a clear path to her ship.”

“Let's discuss this,” Gabriel said, trying to sound patient and shouting shakily, unsteadily instead.

“Ever since they woke me up I've been learning to hate this guy,” Jonas whispered.

“I know what you mean, I have a masters degree in hating this bastard.”

“Wow, my sense of humour, only better,” Jonas said with a quiet chuckle. “We're coming out!” He yelled.

“We are?” Alice asked in a whisper.

“What, we don't have to? Is there another way to your ship?”

“Maybe. Lewis, how is the Clever Dream?”

“A little warm but in fine condition. The main hangar doors are still closed though,” Lewis replied in her implant.

“Damn, the ship is still behind a locked door,” Alice relayed.

“Time for threats,” Jonas shrugged.

“Okay, we're going to leave. Open the hangar doors or I blow this and take the nearest escape shuttle out of here!” Alice shouted as she nodded towards the round door at the end of the hall.

To Jonas that little round hatch seemed very far away even though it was only ten meters. The thought of escaping with a five ton antimatter reactor exploding right behind them wasn't exactly something he was looking forward to.

“I don't believe you have a dead man's switch.” Replied Gabriel.

Alice shrugged and held her hand out into the hall.

“I can't see it with your hand closed.”

She raised her middle finger to reveal the detonator. “Have a crew member check the reactor, moron.”

They could hear more guards taking up positions from the way they had come.

Jonas looked at the wall he was facing and pulled an access panel free. There were a couple dozen wires, a ribbon cable, and a small box many of them ran through.

Alice brought her hand back in from the hall and mouthed; “What are you doing?”

“I don't know,” he whispered with a shrug.

His antics gave Alice an idea. “Lewis, patch into the service bot and hook into the computer system controlling the door. Maybe you can hack it into opening,” She communicated mentally.

Jonas forgot about the wiring and raised his rifle to cover the hallway intersection.

“Come now, we can be civilized about this. Please calm down and we'll talk things over,” Meunez called out.

“Oh, I know how you Vindyne love to sit around talking things over. My head still hurts from the last time,” Jonas called back. An armour clad black knee poked in from the left just enough for them both to see. Without thinking Jonas took aim with the rifle and fired. The damage was far more severe than he expected. The guard was sent wailing into the open, holding his half severed shin.

“Back off now or everyone here makes a mad dash for an emergency shuttle,” Alice warned. “Lewis, how is the bot doing?” She thought.

“Well! We've found some exposed wiring!”

“So the door will be open and you'll be able to pick us up?”

“There is an excellent chance.”

Alice looked to Jonas, who was still watching for anyone to poke their head or other appendages into the open. “We have a ride,” she mouthed to him, nodding at the escape shuttle.

He gave her a surprised expression. “We're getting away in that?”

“My ship will pick us up.”

Jonas grinned and nodded. “Run for it!” He whispered.

She complied.

“Hey Gabriel, give my regards to Major Hampon if you make it out of this alive. Tell him I'll be seeing him soon, real soon,” he said before firing wildly as he ran backwards down the hallway.

By the time he got there the hatch was open and he fell inside. The door closed behind him and the small, circular shuttle launched with a sudden lurch.

“The hangar door is open! The maintenance bot is on his way back to the ship,” Lewis reported.

“Great! Forget the bot! Come pick us up, we're in a little pod!” Alice replied mentally. “Lewis is on his way, he should be here any second.”

“One hell of a rescue, I can't thank you enough,” Jonas said as he strapped himself into one of the forward seats. The carrier began to shrink in the distance and Alice smiled at Jonas. “I had no idea you were there. He tried to capture me and got a lot more than he bargained for.”

“Are you kidding?” Jonas said in disbelief.

“Nope, Gabriel has been chasing me in one way or another since I became human.”

There was a clashing sound against the hull and the airlock safety indicator turned green.

Alice unbuckled her safety belt and opened the hatch. To her relief they had docked with the Clever Dream.

They made their way to the small bridge. “Is this an Arcyn ship?” Jonas asked, looking around at the lush black and crimson interior halls.

“An Arcyn Starskipper,” Alice said, awfully proud.

“I never thought I'd see the inside of one of these. You've done well for yourself.”

“Yup, not bad for being on the run.”

“Fighters will be within firing range in twenty three seconds, but our wormhole drive is ready,” Lewis's voice reported through the bridge audio systems. “To say the ship is warmed up is an understatement.”

Alice dropped herself into the pilot's seat and looked down at her hand, still clutching the detonator. She looked at the depiction of the VCS Malice on the pilot's display.

“What range does that trigger have?” Jonas asked.

“Not much further I think,” she replied. “Lewis, set course for the Enreega system and start generating a wormhole as soon as you're ready.”

“Plotting now, we'll be ready in nine seconds.”

Alice and Jonas couldn't help but flinch as the port side of the VCS Malice exploded, sending large sections of hull in all directions. They watched for a moment before the Clever Dream opened a wormhole and left the chaos behind.

“A souvenir,” Alice grinned as she handed Jonas the detonator.

The Triton

The numbness in Ramirez's extremities was fading quickly and when he opened his eyes he took a moment to look around without moving. He was in a very comfortable medical treatment bed. The beige and green sheet over him was actually very nice, and he wasn't restrained.

The ceiling and walls were painted in a gradient of blue, green and brown from the middle of the medical center to the floor. Something had happened, whatever was in that injector had knocked him out cold. He wasn't dead, of that he was pretty sure, but he definitely wasn't in the brig. He rolled his head to the right and caught sight of Frost, who was snoring softly. “Psst! Frost!” he whispered. There was no response, but people didn't snore in stasis. “Hey Frost! You'll never see Ireland!” He whispered harshly.

Frost stirred. “G'mornin',” he grumbled, “you'll never see Mexico, you wanker.”

“Where are we?” He asked.

“Oh, right, you're just wakin' up. Th' medic here said you jammed yerself with an emergency stasis stick. Prolly saved yer life too.”

“That explains it. Where are we?”

“Medical bay of the Triton. Captain's new ship.”

“What happened?”

“Bloody resurrection, that's what. Wheeler shot him a bunch of times, then he turns his back and the Captain's on him. Healed up in just a few seconds, like he's made of miracles.”

“What do you mean, shot up?”

“We thought he was dead. He was burned right through in a couple places, point blank shot to the neck was the worst.”

“And he's alive.”

“Aye. Feels good ta be on the winnin' side.”

“What about the rest of the crew?”

“Turns out Wheeler's not a rich man. Captain bought 'em. They're getting paid twice what Regent Galactic was offerin' and that's not much. Don't know where they got these folks but they work fer peanuts. Bout three hundred credits a week.”

“That's nothing. Sounds like Regent though. What happened to you?”

“Metal in my skull got magnetized when Finn set off the Big Surprise. I was fine for a bit, got a headache later on then passed out. The Medic here figured it out and demagnetized me. Said I should stick around, get some rest and stay for observin'. I'm not arguin'.”

“So he's running the ship?”

“Yup, got the command codes from Wheeler and won't let him far out of sight. He keeps him strapped tight to a chair on the bridge.”

“I've gotta see this,” Ramirez said, sitting up.

A fair skinned, black haired woman seemed to come out of nowhere, walking straight for him. “So you're up. Lay back down please,” she instructed with a professional air.

He did as he was told and she pressed a control on a panel beside the bed. A holographic display came up above him and she looked at it intently for a moment. “Looks like that emergency stasis injection did have a compound that accelerates healing. Not as direct or fast as nanobots, but much more effective. No internal scarring, no residual organ damage or metallic residue for the body to process. Did you know what it was when you used it?”

“Price said it was probably for accelerating the healing process. He didn't say anything about stasis.”

“Well, I suggest you read the chart on your way out of medical. The emergency stations are all based on a Sol system standard.” She informed him, turning the medical display off. “Almost everything on this ship is. I'm Grace Templeton. Your Captain's managed to buy all of us Regent Galactic crew members, like your friend was saying. Anything to get out of my contract and stay flush.”

“Hernando Ramirez, of the Samson. You a doctor?”

“I was training to be one on a drifter station when I was assigned to crew this thing. I think I've gotten twenty hours sleep in the last two weeks. Even with over two thirds of the ship shut down sixty five people can't manage.”

“I noticed everything was closed off. Every time I tried a door it was sealed.”

“I think your Captain is looking to solve that. We're on our way to Enreega where he'll be looking to get pardons for the crew.”

“You didn't like working for Regent Galactic?”

“Are you kidding? I was born on Niba, it's a small moon owned by Regent. If you weren't a higher up in some division of the company you had to do whatever you could to scrape up a basic living. My parents lived in a three room dugout house. As soon as I was old enough to sign my life away for an education I took off. Just last year I managed to make enough money to get them a ticket and some extra cash so they could go to an outer colony. I have twenty eight years of service left with Regent Galactic though, so when your Captain offered to pay us double and apply for our pardons with the Aucharians, I was first in line.”

“Anyone not so willing?”

“Just a couple. Your guys killed one of them because he started firing shots off, the other one is cooling off in the brig. Your Captain's going to present him as a prisoner of war.”

Ramirez just looked at her for a moment. He thought himself a good judge of character, and though she had a very professional attitude through it he could see something else.

“What?” She asked, smiling a little.

“I'm just wondering how everyone really feels about the Triton being pirated and having her captain disgraced.”

“I already told you, two of us had a problem with it, the rest are just glad they're going away from Regent Galactic space. Some will even stay on and fight if they're given the chance. Everyone knows who Captain Valance is, and everyone's been in to see him since he got on board.”

“How did he find the time?”

“He saw us in groups of two or three. His First Officer just told us when we had to be there. He makes sure he learns something about everyone aboard. It's good for morale, Captain Wheeler didn't so much as try. Sure we were just the secondary shift from a drifter station, we need training and time to adjust, but he just assumed we'd catch on our own after giving us a few basic instructions and a map. If he had to train anyone it was like some kind of chore. He gave me about fifteen minutes to look around in medical then sent me to help with grunt work.”

“Well, Captain Valance has always kept his crew in good order. As long as you're on his side and doing your job he'll treat you well.”

“He left orders for you to report to the bridge when you woke up.”

“I'm clear to leave Doc?”

“I'm not a doctor yet, so technically I'm a medic. And yes, you're clear.”

“Thanks, see you soon.”

“I hope not,” she retorted with a crooked grin.

Ramirez stood and was on his way out of medical when he noticed a curtain with a stasis tube behind it. It was a portable unit from what he could tell, and was just about to open the curtain when Grace called out. “Don't!”

“You'll want to leave that be, lad,” Frost said in a mournful tone. “It's Finn. He's in a bad way.”

“We had to put him in stasis on site,” Grace told him hurriedly, making sure the curtain was closed completely. “I haven't had a chance to put his stasis pod in a secure containment socket or cover it up properly yet.”

“Will you be able to help him?”

“No, I haven't seen technology or met an expert that could. We caught him as his brain activity was tapering off, I was able to stabilize that much. I'm hoping that the Aucharians have something that can save him.”

“How long could he stay like this?”

“Years, that's a Sol Systems stasis pod. They're made to last decades for deep space travel. It's a lot like the ones used to make the trip to Andromeda.”

“That's something at least.”

“He was a friend of yours?”

“It's Finn, he was everyone's friend,” leaving that curtain closed was one of the hardest things Hernando had ever done, but he had a dreadful feeling that seeing what was behind it would have been much worse.

The trip to the bridge was a fairly straight path. It was right at the front of the ship on deck fourteen. The hallways were perfectly clean. The walls were a dark blue colour and though all the cables and piping was plainly visible they were arranged almost artfully by colour. The meaning of each colour was something else he'd have to learn, but for the time being he couldn't help but admire how neat and aesthetically pleasing the ship was despite its stark functionality.

As he came around the last corner before the bridge he saw a small cleaning drone. The circular half meter tall robot was spinning its way up one side of the hall, polishing the shiny dark grey floor. There were four arms folded neatly atop the little thing and as he approached it stopped what it was doing and moved to the side, even though there was plenty of room for him to pass by before. “Well, I guess we won't have to worry about cleaning stations,” he said to himself as he passed it.

The robot made a grunt like sound, as though acknowledging Ramirez's statement before resuming its duty.

He passed through the doorway and stopped dead in his tracks. The front wall of the bridge was a two dimensional display and there were three holographic projections along its slightly curved surface. The left was a general status readout of the exterior of the ship, the right was a map and interior status readout, and the middle one was showing a game show with three contestants batting at each other with padded poles. He walked a few steps down the ramp and took and looked over the stations. From what he could tell there was a tactical post for up to four people to his right, a similar engineering section to his left, and the captain's chair in the center with two smaller seats to either side. In front of the command seating was a circular space five meters or so across, the helm was just forward of that with another station for three beside it. There were other posts to the right and left that he didn't care to guess about. The walls were dead black, most likely to provide contrast for holographic imaging and other displays. The ceiling was a dark blue while the floor was a deep brown. Most of the seating and control stations were obviously reconfigurable, and he couldn't help but wonder what alterations would be made as Captain Valance made himself at home.

Captain Wheeler was tied tightly to one of the command chairs. There were straps across his shoulders, elbows, waist, around his ankles, wrists and he was gagged. There was a large bandage around his left arm where his dermal command and control unit had been removed. Leland March, one of his boarding team looked at him and smiled. “I'd call this a win, eh Ramirez?”

“Aye, I wonder what our new buddies with think about this.”

He glanced at the profile view of the vessel to his right and saw there were twenty one decks all told, one third of which were dedicated to launch, landing and maintenance bays and the crews that worked them.

“New buddies?”

“The Aucharians. This is a big ship, I think they'll notice Captain's upgraded his ride.”

“You think he'll keep her? He's going to need a big crew.”

“I always pictured Captain running a ship like this, never thought I'd see it myself. Where's everyone else?”

“In with Captain or sleepin'.”

“Hernando!” Ashley called out to him as she came out of a doorway at the front of the bridge. She ran over and practically collided with him. “I'm so glad you're okay.”

“Our medic just cleared me.”

She let him go and her joyfulness abated a little. “Did they let you see Finn?”

He didn't know what to say so he shook his head slowly.

“I wish he could see all of this,” she said sadly, her good mood was fading fast. “He'd have a ball.”

“They'll find someone to help him. You know the Captain.”

“They won't let me see him.”

“He's in stasis, he wouldn't know you were there. The Doc, I mean medic, will tell you when you can go visit him, don't worry.”

“Did they tell you anything?”

“He needs a real doctor and better equipment, Grace is smart enough to know that. Until then, we can only hope and pray.”

Agameg Price came out of the forward door and walked up beside Ashley, smiling at Ramirez. “I'm sorry I misguided you.”

“On the medication? Don't worry, the doc, I mean medic, said it healed me up good. No scars inside or out.”

“Thank goodness, I was afraid you'd be in an extended coma or some such. The Captain would like to see you in his ready room. I just came from there. Good change is coming.”

Ramirez glanced across the bridge and nodded. “I hope.”

That prompted a short giggle from Ashley, but her reprieve from worrying over Finn was short lived. It wasn't immediately evident, but she was a mess inside, dealing with whatever big changes were going on as well as losing someone she was becoming fast friends with.

“Captain says we should get some rest. I'll show you to your quarters,” Price said quietly to Ashley, who nodded.

“I'll see you soon,” she said to Ramirez with a weak smile.

“Sleep well.”

Ramirez walked through the bridge to the ready room. There was plenty of space for two people abreast. It felt strange, and he started to fully grasp the size of the ship, the undertaking manning it could be. The door to the ready room had been surfaced in lush black but it was still a meter thick safety bulkhead door like most of the other main hatches on the inside of the ship. The motors moved it silently out of the hatchway and to the side.

The wall across from the entrance was transparent, he could see the distorted view of hyperspace with its exaggerated blues, whites and yellow colours beyond. The thick transparent metal also caused a slight lensing effect, leading him to assume that it was meters thick and hardened. There was a large desk with three chairs in front of it, a small sofa to the side and a ladder to the left. At the base of the silver ladder was a small lift pad. He had never seen a ready room before, but he could only assume that the ladder lead to a bedroom and other personal space for the Captain so he could always be near the bridge. To his right there was another door, he didn't bother guessing what it lead to.

Stephanie half turned and smiled at him, the Captain looked a little more serious. “What do you think of our new home?” She asked.

“So you're taking this ship sir?” He asked.

Stephanie looked back to the Captain, who stood and looked out the window. He had changed out of his cloaksuit and wore a regular black one. His long coat and scarf hung off a peg on the wall.

“The Samson is more than half fried. Torres tried resetting her systems and found burnouts everywhere. She couldn't even start a load test. Wheeler's ship, the Cold Reaver, fared a little better but it would take weeks to get it flying again and she's not made for long trips. She's a dropship that doubles as a gunship. I've been less straight forward with the rest of the crew, I didn't want to show I had any doubts, but with you two I have to be honest.” He turned around and leaned on his desk.

“I understand these systems. If what Wheeler has told me is true it's because I'm a trained engineer with experience. The problem is, I'm the only one aboard who understands this ship and training people minimally will take weeks if we rush through it. The security and other personnel management systems are simple, thank God. So no one needs more than an hour to familiarize themselves with them, but the AI on this ship was deleted and replaced with other automation systems.”

“According to the ship logs the Triton has been running with a crew of less than a hundred with the help of automation for almost thirty years. She hasn't been used to her full potential since she was stolen,” Stephanie added.

“How many was she made to run with?”

“Without a space superiority deck crew, or fighter compliment or pilots her full company comes out to just under twenty eight hundred.”

Ramirez sat down.

Captain Valance went on. “This ship is made to carry one hundred twenty six fighters, thirty drop craft, five gunships and mission vessels with pilots. If we can get the manufacturing grade materializer running we could actually build a fighter in about twenty days. Using raw heavy metals during the construction process would cut that time by three quarters or more. Finding pilots and a maintenance crew who knows how to work with the technology is a completely different problem. This is a multi-role close combat carrier that was built to patrol outside the Sol system and carry out deep space missions. Wheeler stole it while it was in drydock undergoing repair almost forty years ago. According to what he tells me we were both put into stasis by the same people at the same time.”

“Was he part of your crew sir?” Stephanie asked.

“No, we were each in command of our own ships, each with a skeleton crew on some suicide mission. That's all I can get out of him aside from his command codes and a few insults. I'm going to keep him in the brig in that secure containment cell. I don't think he's finished telling us everything we want to know. Cynthia has been trying to find a security wall anywhere in the system and aside from a couple small files, no part of the ship is locked out. It looks like Wheeler had to disable all the internal security to get the automation working right.”

“How many people can crew the ship with the automation systems running do you think?”

“We could do it with what we have and get eight of the rail cannons working. Automation is down on a dozen cannons and sixty four more don't have any automation connected.”

“With that much firepower we'd be able to stand toe to toe with most destroyer classes without fighters.”

“We would, but getting those cannons running would take a full gunnery crew. With maintenance, commanders, gunners, and loaders we'd be looking over three hundred people. The only one we have that's been anywhere near a gunnery crew is Frost.”

The door opened to admit Shamus Frost, just in time for him to hear his name. “Talkin' 'bout me behind my back?” he said with a grin.

“Feeling better?” Captain Valance asked.

“Aye, that medic is as much a doctor as I've ever met. Had to solve a few word puzzles before she let me go, wanted to be sure my head was right. Not that I minded, she's all woman, that one.”

“That'll never happen,” Stephanie teased.

“She's already agreed to havin' rations with me later, thank you,” Frost told her, pleased with himself.

“One miracle after another,” Ramirez said with a wry grin.

Frost just closed his eyes and shook his head for a moment. “With friends like these,” he whispered. “So what're you gettin' my name mixed in with this time sir?”

“Captain was just saying you've been on a gunnery team.” Stephanie restated.

“Aye, third generation. I've seen the nasty side of ships this size before, but none this modern, mind ye. Spent most of my military career on the gunnery decks, got sucked out of a breach once too.”

“Have you looked at the cannons on this ship yet?”

“Didn't even get a chance to look from the outside. I was too busy hangin' on for dear life in that undercarriage compartment.”

Captain Valance brought up a holographic image of one of the rail cannon turrets. It was a four barrelled system that had room for two loading compartments and one gunner.

“Oy, that's fifty years more modern n' anything I've ever worked with.” He moved closer to the image hovering over the desk and rotated it slowly. “One hundred eighty millimetre single fire barrels made for variable load. With the right ammo you could punch through just 'bout anythin'.”

“The ammunition comes from materializers. There's one for every three turrets,” Captain Valance added. “The gunner and maintenance crews have bunk rooms near the gunnery posts so they can be there in a few seconds after the ship goes on alert.”

Frost sat down and whistled his appreciation as an image of the ship layout came up, the emergency bunks and materializers were highlighted. “This ship was designed by people who knew what she was for, that's for sure. You couldn't tell just glancin' at her halls though, she's a beauty. I've never seen a Sol ship before.”

“No one out here has. Earth is months away on the fastest ship, and they slag or capture anything that comes anywhere near the Kuiper belt,” Ramirez said.

“How much damage did the Big Surprise do?” Asked Frost.

Captain Valance sat down and turned the small holoprojector off. “It was contained to the hangars and workshops. From what Douglas tells me most of the systems down there are fine after a reset. He checked it out before hitting his rack.”

“He's sleeping on the Samson?” Asked Ramirez

“That's what he said.”

“Why does that not surprise me. What will you do with her?”

“It would take weeks to repair her. Most of the fine circuitry will have to be replaced.” The Captain sighed. “I'm thinking storage until we can spare the people to work on her. There's enough room in the hangars.”

“So we're going to have a go at making this ship home?” Frost asked.

Captain Valance looked at the three faces in front of him. “I want you three with me on this. The rest of the seasoned Samson crew as well. I need people I trust to stay on as core crew.”

“Aye, I'm with you sir,” Frost said with a grin. “Besides, I owe you a few credits.”

“Where else would I go? Besides, I can't wait to see what the First Officer's quarters look like,” Stephanie said.

“I'll go wherever you tell me sir,” Ramirez agreed.

Captain Valance smiled back at them. “Well, you're taking care of tactical Frost, start learning about the systems and try to tell me what we need to get things running properly.” He looked to Stephanie and nodded. “I think you should go find your quarters, get some rack time before we arrive at Enreega.”

“Aye sir,” she replied with a smile.

“And Ramirez, you're in charge of ship security. Take two people you trust and start exploring compartments. When you've swept an area send in a couple Aucharian newbies to collect and inventory anything of use.”

“Aye, this should be interesting.”

“But first, escort the former Captain and put him in the brig. Leave a man to watch him. I need someone from the Samson crew on shift at all times. If there's a way out of his brig, he'll know it, so we can't leave him alone. I'll take the first bridge watch.”

“Are you sure Captain? You've been up for at least thirty hours.” Stephanie asked.

“I couldn't sleep if I tried.”

Loose Ends

The holographic full length mirror stood in the middle of the room looking back at Alice. It was really a projection of what the six sensors in the cabin picked up so she could see herself in full scale moving exactly as she moved. She turned it so she could see the side profile, then from behind and shook her head. “This vacsuit's too thin.”

“You said the last two were too thick and 'made you look puffy' yet there is only one point five millimetres difference. In the very few instances I've seen the two of you together he didn't focus on your physical appearance as though he were looking to pursue any kind of romantic entanglement. His cursory inspections of you indicate curiosity, and he seems far more interested in what you have to say.”

“That doesn't mean I shouldn't pay attention to my appearance. I want to make the right impression.”

“If you insist. He has been awake for over an hour.”

Alice adjusted the colour of her vacsuit to a powder blue instead of the near white and nodded to herself. “That's better. What has he been doing?”

“Looking through the Hart News archives, reviewing information on The First Light of which there isn't much, and clips on Jake Valance.”

Alice froze. She had been so elated at finding him that she had nearly forgotten that there was someone else with his face. The one she had gone to great lengths to rescue out there. “How is he?”

“It's difficult to tell. He has been watching most of the footage without comment in the common room.”

Alice picked up the arm control unit she had set out and left her quarters. He was watching a playback of one of Jake Valance's successful bounty hunts. The scratchy holographic footage was from some security sensor system and depicted Jake disabling and drugging a much larger man into unconsciousness. It took mere seconds even though the act was performed in zero gravity from in front of the target. He couldn't help but admire how Jake used the larger fellow's momentum against him.

Alice took a seat across the wood textured round table from him. She always liked the common room, it had a pair of materializers intended for food and drink, a transparent ceiling, a long sofa along one wall, a holoprojector hidden in the center and eight comfortable chairs. Like everything else on the Clever Dream it wasn't large, but it was made to be very comfortable with subdued colouring, round corners, padded walls and dim lighting.

Jonas looked around the hologram, leaning to one side, and smiled at her for a moment. She moved to sit beside him, giving him an uneasy look. “This didn't come up last night, but I'm sorry I didn't find you. I thought I did when I released him, if I had known you were-”

“It's all right, there's no way you could have known,” he reassured.

Alice persisted. “If I had known you were still in storage somewhere I would have kept looking.”

“It's all right. I'm fine. I feel like Rip Van Winkle, missing about eight years but I'm okay. Besides, it looks like I've been busy in a way,” he said as he brought up Jake Valance's most recent public appearance. He was shaking hands with a public official, who it was was uncertain since the hologram was muted. “It's like watching your own shadow do some of the things you wish you could and other things you never would. I can't believe what he's accomplished.”

“He's also done a lot I wouldn't,” Alice said quietly. “Still, before I knew he was a fake I saw him as my father.”

“I wouldn't call him a fake. He knows everything I do, only he wiped himself out or suppressed the memories, I'm not sure which.”

Alice looked to the hologram then back to Jonas. “He did it to himself?”

Jonas nodded, his expression was sullen. “They introduced us and we realized that we had the same memories, the same need to make all the work they were doing meaningless. I think he's a framework, made of a new kind of skeleton with nanobot and materializer technology built in. There are also several digital storage devices built in and after we had a short conversation he decided that the only way they would stop trying to duplicate or control me was if he made himself non-viable. As far as he was concerned, he was me. He remembered everything I did, but at the same time he was aware that he couldn't be, he knew he was the copy. The last thing he wanted to do was erase his memory but he did.”

“The information we found with him did say that his memories had been wiped,” Alice agreed. “When I saw him identified as Jacob Valance, I thought they had just renamed you. All your things were with him as well.”

“My point is, in the first few days of his life he made a sacrifice I don't know I would if it were possible. After that incident they put me back under, not that they ever let me wake up completely. I was so drugged up when they took me out of the tube that it's all a sort of haze even during the few hours I spent with him. Looking into your own eyes and hearing your own voice come out of another body is hard to forget. I'm glad you got him out. He should be as free as I am.”

“We're going to meet him. I didn't know where else to set course for. I was on my way there when Gabriel came after me.”

Jonas laughed and nodded. “Gabriel woke me up a couple months ago. I didn't see the outside of that suite you found me in after that. I didn't even know I was in a ship until I saw the effects of a wormhole through the window. I was supposed to be a surprise gift for you. He never explained that you had downloaded yourself into human body so I thought you were still running amok in some computer system somewhere.”

Alice couldn't help but laugh uproariously. “He's a little strange, way too obsessed with me. Bernice used to call him my interstellar stalker.”

“That fits. I got access to a lot of the entertainment networks, he gave me reference information on neural technology, a couple of computing tools so I could keep myself busy.”

“Speaking of computing tools,” Alice said as she put the three quarter length arm control and command unit on the table in front of him. “I materialized one just in case I ever found you again. It has the improvements I made to my own.”

It looked a bit like his old one, but as he picked it up he realized it was lighter, only two millimetres thick, and perfectly flexible. The display was tuned to activate when his hand touched it and the operating system interface looked the same as his old one. “There's a materializer in here?”

“Yup, four times as powerful as the one you used to use and its power cell is based on the newer ones Freegrounders use. The entire vacsuit is an eight fold energy collector.”

“Eight fold, they used to be four.”

“Now Freeground vacsuits and the control systems collect energy from motion, heat, light, any magnetism, waste electricity, pressure exerted from either side of the suit, friction and body waste if you just have no where else to go. The vacsuits also have cleaning and skin maintenance systems built in now.” She raised her hand up to show that it looked like she wasn't wearing gloves. “You can also make any part of it transparent.”

“That must have been fun in testing,” Jonas said with a chuckle. “Thank you, I missed this.” He put the unit around his left forearm and it self sealed. The control interface came to life, presenting status information and pointing out where different devices were located, such as the emergency injector for treating injury and an up link wire for interfacing with other computers without using wireless communications. He looked at Alice then with a smile she had never seen before. “This is pretty unbelievable.” It came almost as a whisper. “I can't believe I'm sitting beside a woman who was once my artificial intelligence. Not only that, but you saved me from some crazed maniac who crossed the galaxy to get to you.”

Alice was at a loss. She just didn't know what to say, it was like she was on display. She never felt so naked but coming from him it wasn't offensive. “You're welcome.”

“I never said it, but after having you around for so long you were like the sister I never had. You knew me better than anyone.”

“I always thought of you as my father,” she said quietly.

“I think I'm still a little young to be your father, but I'd be proud to take the role,” Jonas said, taking her hand.

A tear rolled down her cheek and she leaned towards him. He put his arms around her and let her cry. “I came into this body and there was nothing but fragments of her life left. They were all painful, disjointed, lonely memories and I was starting to think I was just continuing where she left off. I thought I was ready to be on my own when Bernice got married and stayed behind, and Lewis helps, but I've missed you s-so much.” She tried to take a deep breath but it was broken by involuntary shudders.

Jonas comforted her, stroking her back and holding her close. “You're a gift. I am amazed at you, and not because you're some new technological feat, but because you're a being I thought I would never, could never meet like this and there were days I wished I could meet people and introduce you like the person you were to me. After you left I never took on another AI with a personality.”

She held fast to him, quieting a little.

“I had lost my best friend, and now here she is.” He pulled away from her just enough to look at her face and wipe away her tears. “I can't wait to introduce you to Ayan and Oz.”

“I'm only what you made me,” she said quietly with a small smile.

His reaction was a surprised one. “Maybe at first, but oh my God you've done so much since! I don't know who Bernice is, but I doubt she bought you this ship and let you run off, and you rescued me instead of being captured yourself. I saw that ship, spent two months locked in a room, a nice room, but still locked away. I tried to escape and couldn't. You're so much more than I can take credit for.” He paused for a moment then smiled, raising his eyebrows. “But can I take some credit? This would look pretty good on a resume.”

She laughed and nodded, her chin still quivering. “Just keep me strapped to your arm whenever you can.”

“Ayan might have a problem with that,” Jonas said quietly. It took a moment, but the reality of being away for so long sunk in and he buried the dark thoughts that threatened to overtake him. “You're important to me. More important than anyone, you're family.” He kissed her on the forehead and held her.

She wept in relief and joy. It wasn't the hardened, dark Jake Valance who was accepting her, it was the one she had always known, the one she remembered and loved. “Thank you,” came her whisper. “Thank you.”

Jonas patiently comforted her for several minutes before she sniffled and pulled away slowly. She pulled a napkin from a table drawer and blew her nose. “Feel better?” he asked gently.

She nodded. “Uh-huh. Thanks.”

“You have to stop thanking me. You saved my butt remember?”

“Yup, and I'll get you home too. Too bad the ship will get there faster than any transmission, they won't have any warning.”

“You always did like surprises.”

“I guess I did,” she said with a far away look. “I remember a lot of things from before, but it's more like a dream.” Alice looked at him and put a hand on his shoulder. “It must feel like you're in a different universe. You must have a million questions and I'm falling apart on you.”

“While I was sleeping you were having a life out here, pretty much alone from what I'm hearing, so I understand. Do you know anything about how Ayan is though? I couldn't find much.”

“She's still at Freeground, all I could find out was that she is with their Special Projects division. They made her a founding member of the department restart.”

“Did you ever try to contact them?”

“No, I never did. I didn't know how they would react. I was afraid to. The few times I tried to look information up on them there was always a huge wall of security. Whatever everyone's doing has got to be important.”

“So they all got back.”

“They did. Oz was listed as a Captain a couple months after you disappeared, that's the last I saw of him. But everyone was listed somewhere associated with Freeground, so they all got back.”

“Was there any mention of Minh-Chu?”

Alice's expression darkened a little. “I couldn't find him anywhere.”

Jonas sighed and nodded. “I didn't think so.”

“You must be anxious to see Ayan again, I know she'll want to see you.”

“I hope.”

“I kept checking wedding announcements. Jason and Laura were married about five years ago, but Ayan never did.”

“Still, I'm not going to get my hopes up. It's been a long time.”

“We could shave a couple days off the trip there if we dropped out of transit space and changed to a more direct course.”

Jonas gave it a moment's thought then looked at the holographic display in the center of the table. The clips of Jake Valance had been playing silently in the background and it had reached the recruitment video. “I have to see that man again. If it weren't for him I wouldn't be intact now. I think he has to know what he did to save me. Somehow going on with my life without acknowledging him just doesn't sit right.”

Alice shook her head and smiled. “This is going to be interesting.”

Two Captains

Jake Valance stared at Lucius Wheeler through the transparent barrier sealing him into the secure confinement cell. The guard watching the brig had been sent outside to wait for the crewman set to relieve her.

Wheeler was sleeping soundly on the padded metal bunk. They had taken everything but the fixtures out of the cell and stripped him just in case.

He woke and sat up, smiling up at Jake. “Good morning. Been there long?”

“Tell me about Freeground,” Captain Valance ordered quietly.

“Why would I do that? It's not where you're from. You were born on some lab table somewhere I'm guessing.”

Jake crossed his arms and just looked on. The man's scraggly hair was unkempt as always, and his dark eyes had dark circles under them that blended into the bruising under his right eye and around his crooked broken nose.

“Did you tell them yet? That you're just a copy of a greater man? The real Jonas Valent is probably out there and he's the one that has a home. You're just another machine, someone turned you on thinking you were the real deal and didn't come back to turn your lights out.”

That struck a nerve. He was lead to wonder if his daughter was truly his flesh and blood, or if she had found Jonas Valent and gone on with her life. What he had done, recovered from lethal injuries in the space of a minute through sudden regeneration, wasn't human. He had gone over the radiation readings from his cloaksuit as well, and those doses of radiation really should have killed him even with the medication. That didn't explain the white scarf, the long coat or everything he knew. There were no memories, but so much knowledge that felt all his own. It was easy to get angry at the small man in the containment cell, but the rewards of patience were far more important for the time being.

“You know, before I found out what you were I thought you had become just like me. Could you imagine?”

“Count the days Lucius.” Captain Valance said as he muted the speaker of the containment cell and locked it with a four digit code. No one would be able to hear him or set him free without that passkey.

Enreega

The Triton came out of hyperspace in the Enreega system. Captain Valance worked the pilot's controls from the helm personally while Ashley watched two and three dimentional displays beside him in the navigators seat. That section wasn't so different from what she was used to on the Samson after some cosmetic modifications, there was just more information and a greater amount of computing power.

She was still unsure of herself, however, so she turned around to look at Price, who met her worried look with one of his own. He brought up what they were seeing on the main holographic display. “Captain, the defence station has been torn apart. I've got a few hundred distress signals, mostly small escape craft.”

Captain Valance turned the ship several degrees and set it on a course that would take them around the wreckage and was out of his seat as though it were on fire. “Find the cloaking system controls!” He called out as he joined Agameg Price at the tactical station, helping him search. They weren't there.

It struck him then that he was looking at the wrong station entirely. There was a field control station right beside and he found it right away. The lighting on the bridge dimmed as the cloaking device engaged and the Triton should have disappeared from all manner of sight. “It's not working. The Big Surprise must have taken out a couple of sections.”

Captain Valance walked back to the helm and sat down, carefully guiding the ship around debris. “Can you see any Regent Galactic ships in the area?”

“There are a few wrecks here I don't recognize, but no Regent Galactic. Whoever was here just wiped all the defences and large ships out and moved on.” “Can you see any city vessels on Seneschal?”

“A couple, but they're in a bad state. There's one parallel to us sending a distress call.”

Captain Valance settled the ship into a slow moving course that would take them near some of the larger orbital structures and sat back in his seat. “Good thing we have a lot of room. Get teams together, start retrieving escape craft.” He looked to the tactical display and was startled by what he saw there. “Eden system ships did this. We have to hurry.”

Epilogue

Her quarters were dark, they always were. Light sensitivity was something she had to deal with whenever she went outside, along with other persistent maladies. All a result of failed genetic meddling before she was born. It had caught up to her, and what was worse, her mother, Admiral Rice was dozens of light years away coordinating the initial settlement of Freeground's first colony. Not her choice, the Admiralty pressed her into the post.

Terry Ozark McPatrick, Oz was what his friends called him, was in his full dress uniform. He felt as though he was delivering news of the death of a loved one. He couldn't help it, he was about to crush hope.

He made his way through the foyer and looked around the living room. There was an open case with mementos on a recliner, and Ayan's white hooded poncho lay on the floor in front of the sofa. He stooped down and picked it up, folding it neatly then putting it over the back of the recliner.

She liked to keep her home fairly neat even though she didn't normally have much energy. Laura had told him there were still very good days though, when her enthusiasm was so high it was like she was back to her old self again. The way she had been when she was the Chief Engineer on the First Light.

“Thank you for coming before disembarking. I know you have better things to do with your new command,” Ayan said as she came out of the hallway leading to the bedrooms. She had just gotten back from the long test voyage of the Midland.

She was wearing a long, straight cut loose fitting dress with long sleeves that made her look small, and it was made of a thick, dark blue material that was made to hide her shape but he could still tell that she had lost weight since he had last seen her months before. He accepted a hug from her, giving just as good as he got. “Of course I'd stop in. I couldn't pass it up.”

“How is Charles?”

“He's good, disappointed to see me go so soon after returning. I don't think he'll be around when I get back.”

“I'm sorry, I know you really liked him.”

“We really haven't had much time together over the last year. I'll miss him. I've barely spent any time on Freeground. It's the military life, there's a lot going on out there.”

They sat down on the sofa together and she poured him a cup of steaming tea to match her own. “When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow. Have you seen the ship?”

“On my way in. She's beautiful with the expanded lower decks. Did you hear they're laying two sister keels when they finish building the shipyards near the colony?”

“I heard, Special Projects and the technology we brought back has lead to a lot of good things.” Oz regretted saying it as soon as it was uttered. One of the new technologies was supposed to cure her and everyone else with the same type of genetic problems. It worked for almost everyone.

Her condition was too far gone, however, but it did prolong her life several years. She didn't acknowledge the spectres his comment summoned. “Who knows what Jonas has found while he's been out there. I'm sure he has some stories to tell.”

He took her hand and gave her a solemn look. It was time to tell her exactly what she didn't want to hear. “The Sunspire has been reassigned. We're joining the fight in the Blue Belt.”

She just stared at him, any levity in her expression dissipated as he looked on. “Is someone else going?”

“He's the most wanted man in five sectors now. Regent Galactic has made it clear to us that if Freeground helps him we'll be inviting an embargo.”

“That's why they sent my mother off. I knew it,” Ayan said quietly. She looked down and sighed, looking so weary.

He took her into his arms gently. It was all he could do. “You know I'd scrap my orders and go after him. They'd have my command in a second.”

“Politics. That's all it is, they're leaving him out there alone after doing the right thing for politics,” she said quietly through tears as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“It's Jonas, look at what he's survived so far. He'll find his way,” Oz reassured. Feeling her cry in his arms was enough to break his heart, he knew she didn't have much time left, and more than anything he wanted to deliver Jonas Valent, the love of her life back to her. “He'll find his way,” he repeated quietly, though it was more a prayer that time.