Jim Cartwright- Raknar Quest
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Jim Cartwright: Raknar Quest
Book 14 of the Four Horsemen Tales
By
Mark Wandrey
PUBLISHED BY: Seventh Seal Press
Copyright © 2019 Mark Wandrey
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License Notes
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This book is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
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To all the fans who've enjoyed Jim and Splunk's adventures, this is for you.
Thanks for sharing their adventures.
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Foreword
A word of explanation. This book represents a collection of short stories but is not an anthology. Five of the shorts were written as the parts of an overall story—chapters if you will—of this book. These stories are from the Jim Cartwright—At Large serial: “Karma Upsilon 4,” “Valley of Loss,” “Empire of Machines,” “Eye of Minerva,” and “Hunted.”
However, this book isn’t merely a reprint of these stories. They have all been modified to fit into one longer novel. Some of these modifications are cosmetic; a few are not. I wove in a few details which were left out of the originals to save length and make each serial a short, self-contained story. These additions provide more meat to the story. Overall, I’ve added more than 8,000 new words to this book to provide a more fulfilling story.
Finally, this book also has the short stories “Emancipation” (first seen in For a Few Credits More, in 2017) and “Inked” (first seen in The Good, The Bad, And The Merc, 2017). The inclusion of these stories carries Jim Cartwright’s quest right up to the beginning of Omega War in A Fiery Sunset and provides the backstory for what Jim did in the time after Cartwright’s Cavaliers and before Omega War. You also are gifted with more than a few glimpses into Splunk as a character, her personal motivations and abilities, and some of the deeper mysteries behind the ever-growing Four Horsemen Universe.
I hope you enjoy it.
Mark Wandrey
October, 2019
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Contents
Foreword
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Connect with Mark Wandrey Online
About the Author
Excerpt from Book One of the Salvage Title Trilogy
Excerpt from Book One of the Earth Song Cycle
Excerpt from Book One of The Psyche of War
Excerpt from Book One of the Revelations Cycle
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Chapter One
The name “Karma” referred to a lot more than just a single large, orbiting habitat, home to many of the galaxy’s famous merc pits; there were also 42 other orbiting stations and 112 deep space installations. Stations orbiting the planet were given a designation based on their orbital altitude. Low Karma orbit started at alpha, and went through beta, gamma, delta, and epsilon. As the well-known Karma Station housing the merc pits was in a gamma orbit, and alone, its official designation was Karma Gamma 1, but few beyond space navigators knew this.
The lower orbits were home to only a few stations, though there were many undesignated satellites. Above gamma, things became a little more crowded. Once you passed epsilon you were in the outer system, and orbits were around the star, not the planet. There you could find various mining facilities, factories, research and development stations, as well as antiquated and poorly maintained defensive systems, many of which dated back to the Great Galactic War.
These facilities were owned by many different entities. Consortiums owned some. Private entities owned many. A couple were even owned by various guilds, which were heavily defended or carefully shielded to avoid prying eyes.
One facility had sat empty for more than 5,000 years. Designated Upsilon 4, it swung around Karma’s star at the rate of one orbit every 309 years. Compared to Sol, it would be about where you’d find Saturn, or 1.3 billion kilometers out when both of their orbits were at perigee.
During the long period of reconstruction following the Great War, it had numerous owners. They’d all tried to pry the facility’s secrets from it, and none had succeeded. Eventually, it came to a series of owners who used it for deep space storage, and finally to intermittent squatters.
Eons passed. The current owners, the Tek Consortium, listed it among their assets, the latest in a long series of speculators to regret their purchase. Eventually, Upsilon 4 became nothing more than a red line of data in a corporate journal.
Jim Cartwright got off the lift in the labyrinthine business district of Karma Station and consulted his slate. He’d been looking for this particular office for 3 hours that morning, with no luck so far. “You’d think a place with a name like Tek Consortium would be easy to find,” he said as he scanned the names on the doors.
“We’re lost, Jim,
“I’m glad you’re amused,” Jim said to his companion, Splunk. The little Fae, no bigger than a large Earth cat, rode his shoulder in her usual place. Her dark brown fur contrasted with the relatively clean, white antiseptic halls of the station. Her unusually long tail was curled around Jim’s thick upper arm, and she was munching on her favorite snack, a piece of hard salami. She looked at him, her huge blue-on-blue eyes invisible behind the dark goggles she wore, a product of her own creation. She was a singularly gifted mechanical wizard, able to figure out seemingly any machine he’d ever given her. The only thing she wore, besides the goggles, was a tool belt which held many instruments and pouches, which she used to hide things she purloined from the station during her wanderings.
“Not amused, bored,
“Oh, well that’s different,” he said and gave her a sidelong glare. She worried off a piece of meat with her sharp little teeth and looked around. Jim smiled despite himself. She really was an innocent free spirit. The only time she got into any real trouble was the rare occasion someone caught her helping herself to an interesting piece of technology.
He’d spent an entire day upon returning from Cartwright’s Cavaliers’ most recent contract going over leasing information in the Karma system. He needed a facility the Cavaliers could call their own, for a lot of reasons. One was that he didn’t want anything new back ho
me; Earth’s government and lawyers had left a bad taste in his mouth after robbing him of his inheritance. The second was that Karma held a lot of convenience for a merc unit like his, ease of access to the rest of the galaxy chief among them. Finally, he needed something away from prying eyes, without trying too hard to appear like he was hiding something.
That search yielded a dozen orbital facilities of varying utility, everything from a played-out asteroid which once had a good platinum mine to a scientific research station recently abandoned due to an infestation of “Teachal.” Some research on the GalNet showed Teachal were small avians, massing on the order of a kilo each. They were considered pests, adapted to life aboard spaceships thousands of years ago by the Kahraman to, ironically, reduce pests. They proved to be yet another nasty legacy left behind by the creators of the planet-destroying Canavar. Jim was surprised he’d never run into them before.
Regardless, all his hard work had been for naught. Shortly before the Cavaliers’ ship, Bucephalus, transitioned back to normal space in Karma, Jim went to his cabin to find Splunk “tinkering” with his personal slate. Tinkering to the Fae was closer to what most people would call a RUD, a rapid unscheduled disassembly. Sure, she could usually put it back together. Usually. Jim also usually backed up all his data to his pinplants, a memory buffer in his brain. Why he hadn’t that time, he had no idea.
“You know it’s your fault we’re wandering all over Karma, right?” he asked her. Munch, munch, munch. He sighed and kept looking. She’d managed to wipe the alien-manufactured slate’s memory, something the sellers promised was impossible unless you did it on purpose. After a frantic scan using his pinplants, he’d found exactly one of the listings he wanted to see still saved. Since the research would take hours, if not days, to recreate, he’d elected to check out the one she’d deigned to leave him before digging back into the listings.
Jim reached the end of the corridor and turned around in disgust. This was at least the sixth floor he’d searched in the building. He was halfway down the corridor when he came up short and backed up a few steps. A tiny door he’d figured for a service room had an equally tiny sign reading Tek Consortium. “Bingo,” he said.
“Bingo,
“A lot of help you’ve been,” he said, examining the door. It didn’t have a signaling button, and despite the absence of dust on it, it looked as if it hadn’t been opened in ages. He gave it a rap with his knuckles. “Anyone in there?” he asked in a slightly raised voice. The door hissed and slid aside. Without thinking about it, Jim’s hand dropped to the holster he wore on his right hip, his thumb breaking the retention clip which held his now-venerable GP-90 handgun in place.
The door opening revealed a small office with a desk and a pair of benches well-suited for most species’ biology. He moved into the room slowly, his eyes taking in the fixtures. The desk was unoccupied, and the recessed lighting gave the room a dull, almost funeral home quality. Splunk stashed the rest of her sausage and slid the goggles back on her head so her big blue eyes could take in the room. He often took his lead from her in dicey situations; her instincts were usually quite prescient.
The door slid closed as slowly as it had opened. Nothing jumped out to attack him, and Splunk stayed calm and observant on his shoulder, so Jim moved up to the desk. As he got closer, a Tri-V flickered reluctantly to life with a common 3D display showing the Tek Consortium logo, which by Jim’s recollection was a stylized “T” in one of the dozen common alien scripts.
“Hello” he said again. The display instantly changed to show a horse-like Equiri. Jim had seen plenty of them around; they were a common trading species in that arm of the galaxy. The alien began to speak, and the software in Jim’s pinplants rendered the alien’s grunting language into English for him.
“Greetings from the Tek Consortium,” the alien said as a rather barking, screechy music played in the background, making Jim wince.
“Hi,” he said, “can you lose the music?” The alien’s features froze, then spoke a second later.
“I’m sorry, this system does not recognize your language.” Jim accessed his pinplants and set his translator to broadcast in Equiri using the speaker on his slate, then spoke again.
“Are you an AI?” he asked.
“I understand you now,” it said. “I am an autonomous virtual assistant to the Tek Consortium. As you are no doubt aware, by Union law, autonomous artificial intelligence mechanicals are forbidden.” Jim was intrigued. He’d heard of AVAs before but had never run into one. The finer points of Union law were sometimes hard to grasp. AVAs could do almost anything. Versions called AVPs, or Autonomous Virtual Pilots, could even operate starships. Someday he’d have to learn exactly where the Union drew the line. Maybe if he ran into a Peacemaker he’d ask.
“Can you shut off that music?” The screeching ceased instantly. “Thank you.”
“How can Tek Consortium assist you today?”
“I’m here regarding a posting on the GalNet,” Jim explained and transmitted the listing identification. As he spoke, Splunk jumped off his shoulder and landed on the desk. She’d perked up the instant the virtual assistant began speaking.
“Please stand by,” the AVA said. As it did whatever it needed to in order to complete Jim’s request, the disembodied Tri-V Equiri head turned to regard Splunk, who stared back at it.
“Don’t even think about it,” Jim said sotto voce. Splunk gave him a baleful glance. “I mean it, we’re here on business.”
“The creature with you is of a genotype on record as having possibly caused some damage to Tek Consortium assets here on Karma Gamma 1,” it said. Jim shot daggers at his companion who shook her head in a very Human gesture.
“Can you show me any video footage? If it was my friend here, I will, of course, make the consortium whole.” The Tri-V Equiri disappeared and was replaced with security footage inside a cargo bay. Jim couldn’t tell if it was on Karma Station or another. It wasn’t the best of images, probably a standard 2D camera, not a more expensive Tri-V model. As he watched, a tiny shape emerged from a ventilation duct and began to fly about.
Zero gravity, Jim thought. There weren’t very many large null-gravity cargo areas on the station. Mostly starship maintenance section in the core, along with cargo transfer and holding. The large, zero-gravity bays were located on other stations in higher orbit. Most ships paid for an automated robotic ship to move it for them. It was small and quick, dark colored, and he thought he could see it was wearing a tool belt. Yeah, it could be Splunk.
“Not me, Jim,
Suddenly there was a flash of movement in front of the camera and the image cut out. The AVA backed up the image and froze it. He was looking at the face of a Fae wearing dark goggles, but it wasn’t Splunk. Jim looked over at his little friend, but she was gone. He stood up and quickly scanned the room but found no sign of her. After a moment he slowly sat down. His head was spinning as he looked at the emotionless Equiri face.
“I think it’s obvious that wasn’t my friend,” he said at last. “Please compare the images.”
“They are the same species.”
“I never questioned the species,” he said. Though I’m at a loss to explain how more than one Fae is here. He didn’t say it out loud. “However, they aren’t the same coloring and their features are different.”
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�Agreed,” the AVA said finally.
“Can you tell me where those images were recorded?”
“The images you have been viewing were recorded at our Karma-Bzzzzzt!” The AVA exploded into static, and then just as suddenly it returned. It was now a lovely shade of pink and had a blue bow in its mane. It flashed a huge smile to Jim, which was extremely disconcerting since the Equiri were carnivorous and possessed many sharp white teeth.
“Welcome to the Tek Consortium,” it said. Jim’s pinplants informed him the Equiri was speaking Oogar, of all things.
“Splunk,” he hissed, looking around in a panic. “What are you doing?”
“I’m sorry, please restate the question,” the AVA said. Jim cursed under his breath and again expressed his interest in the facility he’d originally come here for. “The installation is for sale.”
“Yes,” Jim said, his pinplants rendering the words in Oogar now, “which would be why I am here.” Another spasm of static and the AVA was back to a tan and white Equiri, minus the bow, but still speaking Oogar. “We’re interested in leasing the facility for 20 years.”
“I-I’m s-sorry,” it said, now stuttering, “but it is only for sale.” Jim ground his teeth and wondered what the hell Splunk was doing.
“How much?”
“H-how much w-w-w-what?”