The Colossus Collection : A Space Opera Adventure (Books 1-7 + Bonus Material)

by Nicole Grotepas

  “And, er, nothing more?” Shiro ventured.

  “That's right.”

  Odeon joined in. “Because you seem . . . different.”

  “Yes, that's right, you do. Cheerier than you've been in quite some time.”

  It was strange given all that had been happening recently to hear Odeon and Shiro agreeing with each other.

  “Well, maybe it was the country air. That village was beautiful. And there’s a huge lake.”

  “Or maybe, more happened than just a recruitment meeting . . .” Darius muttered without looking up from what he was doing.

  “Really? Now why would you say that, Darius?” Charly asked. She was practicing fencing moves along the side wall with Shiro’s sword.

  Holly exhaled, thankful for the interference from her girlfriend. Before the meeting, Holly had filled Charly in on everything that had happened with Elan.

  “Did I say something?” Darius looked up and feigned mock surprise.

  “And what is the name of the recruit?” Odeon asked.

  Holly answered as though she had nothing to hide. “Elan.”

  “Does Elan have a full name?”

  They would find out soon enough anyway. “Zephyr.”

  “A Yasoan?” Odeon asked in surprise.

  “Yes. But he's not a permanent addition. He'll be with us for one mission. That's it.”

  “How do you know him?” Shiro asked.

  “Come on guys,” Holly said, wanting to avoid that discussion. “Back to the key codes. Seriously, You’ll meet him soon enough.”

  Shiro leaned close to Odeon and whispered to him. Fine, if being united against Holly was what it took for Shiro and Odeon to get along, then Holly could live with that.

  “Darius, please, take the floor before these scoundrels ask me anything else about the minor teammate that they'll only have to deal with for a short time.”

  “All right,” Darius began. “I found the map for the location.” He held up a paper with a rough map scrawled upon it in what appeared to be lipstick. “Courtesy of Drake’s good friend Xadrian Tyanne.”

  Xadrian? The writing medium made sense now. “You got Xadrian to do some work for you? Unbelievable.”

  “With the right bribes, I can get anyone to do anything. Within reason.” Darius snapped a photo of the map and soon it was showing up, enlarged on the v-screen. “And actually, it wasn’t Xadrian. Xadrian gave me someone.”

  Holly’s skin prickled. What? “You hired someone else?”

  “Sorry, Drake. I didn’t have time to do all the footwork myself.”

  “After Voss, I don’t trust anyone,” Holly admitted.

  “Except the pilot you recruited,” Charly joked, swishing Shiro’s sword until it pointed at her.

  “And the guy, Elan, you just got,” Darius said, giving her a half smile.

  Holly felt her cheeks flush and she grinned back at him, not willing to let her good mood go. “OK, you guys made your point. We all need to be careful with whom we share our information or let onto the team, or even who we hire for a quick side gig.”

  “Drake, listen, if there’s a vetting process we want to implement, I’m in. I tried to get in contact with you but couldn’t, and no one else could get in touch with you and I needed to move on this,” Darius turned to look up at the v-screen. “Just so you know—I’m not planning to hire anyone else soon.”

  “Sure, OK. Add that to our list of what we need to do—figure out a way to check out our potential recruits. For now, I trust you, Darius. And so I’m going to trust whoever drew this map for you, despite it being done in lipstick.”

  He shrugged. “It’ll probably work.”

  “What are we looking at, Darius?” Odeon asked. He sat forward and pulled a cloth out of his shoulder bag and began to polish the Ousaba club.

  “Thanks for asking, Odeon. What we have here is the Megaron. The Centau call it something else, but humans threw some old Greek term at it—it means throne room. Obviously there’s not a throne here. But that’s the joke, right? The Centau think so highly of themselves that they might as well have a throne. The spires here handle all the administration duties of the 6-moons. There are six buildings, one for each of the moons, and within each building, the affairs of that moon are handled. The manufacturing and shipping that happens on Paradise is monitored in the Paradise building. The hydrantium, its refining and then all the handling and shipping of aether on Po, it goes through here.

  “And so on and so forth. Gripping stuff, really. We’re concerned with the extra building—the military spire. It’s a free agent. Most of us don’t think about the military, because we’re busy living our lives and since there’s no fighting between the four races, what kind of military do we even need to have?”

  “Here, here, Darius. For myself, I had absolutely no idea that we had an active military,” Shiro said, laughing. He’d moved to the kasé machine and was puttering with the dried bean pods. There was a glug-glug sound of the water being poured from the pitcher into the reservoir. Holly sat up and moved to sit on the edge of the table beside him.

  “But there is,” Holly said. “Our tanker pilot, Old Scotch, he was in the military.”

  Charly looked at Holly, stopping in her sword-play. A sheen of perspiration covered her forehead. “What did he do?”

  “It’s not something most people know about—the Centau keep non-humanoid races out of the Yol system. And they do it in skirmishes out at the edge of the solar system.” Holly picked up an empty porcelain cup to wait for the brew to be done, and twirled it idly in her hands. She grinned, then realized she was flashing back mentally again to the night she’d spent with Elan.

  “What?” Shiro asked, seeing her expression.

  “Nothing,” she answered quickly.

  Darius turned back to the v-screen. “Anyway, we have a military. And this is the building where the keycodes are kept. According to the intel from my Constie who did the digging, the codes are behind one locked door. Can you believe that? The Centau. Fools. One locked door. Filed on paper. Which, I have to hand it to them—if they keep it off the network, no one can hack into it remotely and just steal it. Getting them requires legwork and only a few thieves in the world are desperate enough to do that sort of thing.”

  “Us,” Charly said, laughing. “Right, bros?”

  “And according to my Constie sneak, most of the personnel in this building, on that floor, are Yasoan. They ran out of Centau, I guess.”

  Odeon looked up from his work on his beloved club, intrigued. “Odd. Why Yasoan?”

  “Didn’t you hear Darius, Odeon? They ran out.”

  “Now then, down to the planning.”

  Shiro’s brew was ready and he pulled the carafe out and filled Holly’s small cup, then he poured some for himself. “Anyone else, chaps? Hot kasé?”

  Charly put Shiro’s sword down and came to stand beside them. “Thanks Shir,” she said. “What’s my role in this one, Darius? Breaking faces? Slicing through paper? I think I’m getting better at fencing.”

  “Not that it’s required much,” Shiro laughed. “At least, that’s been my experience.”

  The crew worked out the logistics, drank kasé, and laughed at each other’s jokes. It had been a while since the team had gotten together without someone being mad at someone else, or tension being the main emotional undercurrent. They set the start time and worked out the jobs. Holly smiled a lot, feeling the camaraderie that she’d missed of late.

  23

  Holly, Odeon, and Charly crouched near a side door into the military spire in the Megaron and waited for Shiro to do his part. The night was dark—Ixion had been setting earlier in the evening and then rising in the small hours of the morning.

  The Megaron plaza was not heavily guarded. Very little that the Centau did was guarded, except for the Yol system itself. Humanoids were trustworthy. Non-humanoids were not. Nevertheless, the crew had a distraction planned to get past the first stage of the military spire. />
  “Almost ready,” Shiro said.

  “Good, get it going,” Holly said.

  “This isn’t going to work, guys. It’s kind of ridiculous. Whose idea was this? Not mine. And I’ll remind all of you later, when it fails.” Darius laughed over the comms. He was back at the Nest still, coordinating and overseeing, while also checking the security feeds in the building.

  “Shh. It’s going to work. One more try,” Shiro said. There was a snap and then a rushing sound. “Brilliant. It’s lit.”

  Holly looked toward the front of the building and could see the dancing lights of what Shiro had done.

  Soon she heard voices that weren’t Shiro’s over the comms and coming from the front of the building.

  “Oh, hello! Wait, what is this? What’s wrong? That’s my fire. I’m cold, chaps,” Shiro said. “I just needed a safe place for it, where there wouldn’t be a problem with accidentally lighting the whole city on fire. I need it to keep warm for the night. My wife kicked me out.”

  Charly snickered. “Shiro with a wife. Can you guys imagine?”

  “Put it out. This isn’t the place for a fire,” an unrecognizable voice said.

  “I’m homeless tonight.”

  Darius’s voice came over the comms. “Looks like the guards in the front lobby of the building are all attending to the crazy homeless guy. Go.”

  Odeon triggered the lock-pick and the mechanism sprang. The door swished open and the three of them crept into the building.

  “96th floor. Go,” Darius said.

  The team crept in their black clothes along the shadows of the lobby, to the elevators.

  “Use the card to activate the elevator,” Darius said over the comms.

  At the elevator, Charly and Odeon kept a lookout while Holly swiped the card that activated that elevator and hit the call button. The security guard desk was empty. Shiro was still on the comms loudly battling with the security guards that had vacated their position to get rid of him. He’d drawn his sword and was fighting them off.

  “Shiro, take it easy. We don’t want to you to get killed over this.”

  The elevator carriage appeared, the doors slid open, and the team boarded. “We’re on the elevator,” Holly said. She punched the button for the 96th floor with her gloved finger.

  “Pull it back, Shiro, pull it back,” Darius directed.

  “I’m walking away now,” Shiro said. “Truce, truce. Look, sword is down. I’m backing away.”

  “And don’t return. We won’t be so nice next time,” one of the security guards could be heard saying.

  “I agree. Seeing your beautiful faces again might be too much for me. I’d want to kiss them.” He laughed maniacally and then, judging from the sounds, turned and ran away.

  “Security cameras in the elevator are covered.”

  “When did you set that up, Darius?”

  “Drake, please. I’m the definition of efficient. Same time my contracted Constie got the map.”

  “Brilliant. Good work,” Holly conceded.

  “Hey, Shiro. You’re distraction worked like a charm,” Charly said. “I found your confession about wanting to kiss them very believable.”

  Shiro laughed. “I’m a master of disguise.”

  At the 96th floor, the doors opened and the automatic lights switched on. The crew exited carefully, checking both directions down the hallway to make sure no one was around.

  “Head right,” Darius told them over the comms.

  They complied, creeping softly over the tiled floor. Holly could feel her gun against her back as she moved and found it reassuring, though she hoped she wouldn’t have to use it, recalling the bad memories of the last time she’d been forced to do so. “Here’s the door,” she said, stopping at a metal door labeled “Files.”

  “Descriptive,” Odeon observed.

  “That’s what I thought,” Charly snickered, though her eyes were alert. She stopped on the other side of the door and stood with her back to Odeon to keep him guarded. Holly posted as well, facing the other direction.

  “Get cracking, Odeon,” Darius said. “There’s a guard sweep scheduled for fifteen minutes. You guys don’t want to be in the hallways when they arrive.”

  Holly heard Odeon working behind her and wondered how it was coming off so easy. Smooth. Efficient, like Darius had claimed. But it couldn’t last. There had to be a reason it was going so well, other than just their brilliant planning.

  The door opened with a hiss, and Odeon urged them to head inside. “That was too easy,” Odeon said, echoing Holly’s thoughts.

  “I know. How has this been so simple? Is it just that the Centau are naive about security?” Holly asked as they moved around the desks and chairs.

  “My contact said that there’s a safe that’s labeled with what’s inside it.” Darius laughed. “It’s like, ‘would-be ship thieves, look here!’”

  “Over there,” Charly pointed and hurried that way.

  They followed and Odeon broke out more of his lock picking tools. This time it was a safe-cracking set. Holly watched as his slender, violet fingers worked, maneuvering the tools. It had been a while since she’d watched her friend do his magic, especially on a safe. He pressed his ear against the door and spun the dial, listening. His hearing was far better than a human’s ability to pick up sound. What a human like Holly would require a stethoscope for, Odeon could hear with his unaided ear.

  He turned the dial several more times, listening and then noting the numbers. Finally he’d done it and arrived at a combination. He dialed in the combination in order and the door swung open in his hands.

  “Brilliant,” Charly said, shaking her head in disbelief. “What an art.”

  Odeon had slayed that dragon, so it was he who looked through the files and removed the folder with the keycodes for the ships. They took photographs of them and returned the files to the safe and closed it.

  “Now. Let’s get out of here,” Charly said. “Should we split up?”

  “That was the original plan,” Holly said. “I think we should stick to it.”

  “But this was so easy. Splitting up was because it was supposed to be harder and rife with danger. This was like easier than robbing a Centau.”

  “It was the equivalent of robbing a Centau,” Holly pointed out.

  “I’m with Holly. We should stick to the original plan.”

  Darius piped in as well, echoing that they stick to the original plan.

  “I’m in position,” Shiro said. “Get rolling.”

  Outside the room, the team split up with Odeon heading to the floor with an air-bridge spanning the distance to the Megaron spire with a Spireway platform. Holly and Charly went to take the elevator down to the bottom floor where they had entered earlier. Shiro was outside again lighting a fire, hoping to draw the guards out so that Holly and Charly could make their exit out the side doors.

  The elevator carriage started moving. “Shiro, have the guards left the building yet?” Holly asked, realizing that perhaps they should have waited to hear from Shiro.

  “Sorry ladies, they’re not coming to check on my fire. Oh, wait, here comes one of them.” Shiro laughed and greeted the guard, then continued in a whisper over the comms. “But just one. The other one isn’t with him.”

  “Do you think,” Charly began, “That the guard noticed the elevator moving and is waiting for us? Let’s stop. We could stop the elevator.”

  “If we stop it, we still have to go down anyways,” Holly said. “Let’s just keep going and face the guard. Wait.” Holly punched a floor they hadn’t passed yet. And the carriage stopped.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Get out. Charly—you wait for me. Take another elevator down. Keep the photos safe however you have to.” Holly shoved Charly out onto the 14th floor and hit the door close button. The elevator continued down until it opened on the lobby floor.

  A Constie guard waited for her with a gun pointed straight at her face. “Lovely nigh
t for a walk. Come out. You can join me.”

  * * *

  The guard sat her down in a desk chair with the gun pointed at her. Their holding cell was an office. No frills—a desk, a few chairs. He was just a few inches taller than her. His dark Constie hair was cut short and he had a tattoo on his very white cheek of three red squares close together.

  “Your friend with the fire nearly had me convinced the second time. Glad I didn’t fall for it.”

  Holly just stared at him. Unmoving. She knew the crew would be hearing everything the guard said. And she banked on the idea that someone would come help her. She put the team first. They wouldn’t let her stay the night in the place.

  “So, how many of you are there?” The guard asked, his gun still leveled at her face.

  She didn’t feel inclined to answer. She stared at him in silence.

  “You won’t answer?” The Constie seemed nervous, which made Holly feel a bit more nervous. It was the person couldn’t control their nerves who accidentally pulled a trigger.

  “It was only me,” she said, finally. “I acted alone. Well, me and my friend out front.”

  This seemed to appease the guard somewhat. His eyes lost some of the wild panic she’d seen in them.

  “The cops will be here soon. They’ll take care of you. This,” he gestured with his free hand at her and then himself, “isn’t what I was hired for.”

  The cops! They’d be friends of Grafs. They’d arrive, see her, and happily throw her in jail, this time without the problem of corruption. They could keep her there longer as though she were just a common criminal. Was she a common criminal? Did she really have the luxury of believing that she was more? Something noble. A person who helped the weak even if it meant working in ways that were less than noble.

  If only there was a chance it would be Meg or Gabe to show up. But that would mean murder, and it would probably be her murder, what with the wild eyes of the guard flicking around the room and checking over his shoulder. His back was to the door and that seemed to bother him.

  Holly couldn’t help but search the room for an opportunity to get away from him. She turned her head slightly, the side of her face, facing him. The guard startled her by suddenly reaching for her ear. He yanked the earpiece out. “What is this?” He demanded, holding it up in front of her eyes. “You aren’t working alone. There are more of you. You lying . . .” He threw the earpiece against the wall and cussed at her.