But he knew nothing about where this ship had come from, and little about her crew.
The man’s body shivered and a spasm made him leap off the floor for an instant. That he had been able to take so much with little physical effect was a testament to his spirit. That is, the spirits he had consumed.
She pulled her own mind back, visualizing a clear separation between the two. Once she was confident that she held nothing of him captive, and that her actions would not leave him as inactive as a Collarian mushroom for the rest of his days, Josmere removed her hand from the warm flesh.
She took what little money the man had on him and headed back to get Layela, to make a quick escape in the few remaining minutes before the ship re-entered the tunnel.
She wished he had known more.
She suspected strongly that the crew of the Destiny and the Delamores had much in common.
“Tunnel access granted.” The computerized tunnel traffic controller beeped on the console.
“Bring her in, Ardin,” Cailan said, and the second-in-command proudly shouted orders to see them safely through. Avienne leaned against her console, bored out of her skull and suspecting the walls of the ship were smothering her. A small notification on her status panel caught her attention.
Thirteen minutes ago, someone had opened the doors to the gardens. And three minutes ago, the bay doors had opened. She checked her instruments, making sure the error had not been at her end. Docking bay access was routed through the engineering panel and Travan would have noticed any unscheduled access.
No error on her end. Travan would have said something, unless someone had blocked the signal to his panel. Tactical was routed differently, which few on this ship knew.
She furrowed her brow and, on a hunch, checked another section of the ship.
Ah ha! The room where the two women were kept had reopened about ten minutes after Ardin had left them.
Wily little thieves.
“Thirty seconds to entry,” Travan reported in Lang’s stead. The navigator was off getting drunk somewhere, his job done here for the day.
Maybe he was on the shuttle with the girls? Avienne was certain the two had more sense than that, and was willing to bet that they had even taken one of the clean shuttles. She suddenly felt a chasm open under her feet and unexpected tears welled somewhere near her eyes, a rare and surprising condition.
The Destiny groaned as her tachyonic engines came to life. And then she groaned again, and a red light flashed on Travan’s console.
“Tachyonic engines aren’t in synch. Field still unstable.”
Cailan still said nothing, and Ardin was the one who voiced the question. “Should we abort?”
Avienne held her breath. If they aborted, the chances of the shuttle being spotted were high; the decision to reveal them might be out of her hands. The thought gave her no relief.
With a few touches on her control panel, she called up the engineering display.
“Twenty seconds to entry,” Avienne chimed.
“Travan?” Ardin asked. Avienne was amazed that his voice was still steady. If they entered the tunnel without the tachyonic engines’ field protection, they would be flattened to one dimension. A speck of dust would look impressive beside them.
Spotting the shuttle would be better than that!
Destiny’s groans stopped and she began gently humming, the screen covered by winking lights as the field stabilized and enveloped them. Avienne felt relief and sorrow all at once.
“Ten seconds to entry,” Travan intoned, nodding gravely to Ardin.
“All hands prepare for tachyonic tunnel entry,” Ardin spoke clearly over the ship’s speakers.
The tears still felt near her eyes. But why?
She wished she were on the shuttle with them.
But she wasn’t.
And if she didn’t stop Destiny from entering this tunnel, as the Three Fates had failed to do, Layela and the Berganda could easily get a few hours’ head start before Destiny could even pursue.
But I need the money! Avienne bit her lower lip, wanting to say something, anything to stop Destiny and get her profit. She looked up at Ardin, proudly standing in the middle of the bridge, guiding the old ship through, his chiselled features as striking as Destiny’s must have once been.
You’ll never have to believe you were a kidnapper, or have this shadow hang over you, she thought, and she smiled. She reached her decision, and the tears vanished before they were shed.
The worst part is, she thought, looking at her brother and his loyal dreams of heroism that involved neither kidnapping nor a life of his own, you’ll never know how I came to choose family over freedom.
They entered the great mouth of the tunnel, its blue energies lashing at the ship as the great shutters closed and blocked out the rest of the universe.
14
Josmere sighed in relief as she watched Destiny vanish into the tunnel, only a glittering distortion marking its existence. The stars danced in coats of blue beyond the length of the tunnel, distorted as the wave of tachyon particles stretched before them to create the fastest, most efficient and most dangerous route in the charted universe.
Once in a while, the shimmering length would tremble, and wild, bright colours would travel along it, spread in shapes all intermingling together, as though for one second a portion of the universe was a rainbow viewed through broken glass. That meant a ship was passing, so quickly that a blink of an eye would mean missing its initial splendour, to be left with its scintillating brilliance.
Some races believed that wielding the power of the tachyons was too dangerous, and humanity had paid the price with seizures that had claimed quite a few lives before shutters became obligatory.
But then again, few races aside from humans ever felt the need to leave their homes. Josmere remembered the history of her own people, passed down from aunt to sprout through the generations.
“Time to go.” Josmere ignited the shuttle. They had remained without power, waiting for Destiny to move out of range. It had been a bumpy ride when its engines pushed them forward but, thankfully, the safety belts were high quality. Unfortunately, Layela looked about as green as a Berganda now.
The shuttle’s view changed from the tunnel to regular space, and Josmere waited for the onboard computer to boot and give them an exact location. It wasn’t a new computer system, that was evident, but its star maps should be fairly up-to-date.
“Oh,” Josmere exclaimed as the maps showed their position.
Layela grunted questioningly, her forearm covering her eyes as she leaned back against the seat.
Serves her right for flashing me with that light! Josmere wisely kept the thought to herself.
“We’re still in Solarian space, although another hour in that tunnel and we would have been in free territory. But…” Josmere paused as she confirmed the nearest colony.
“We’re about equal distance between the Thalos and Griman systems.” She chanced a look at Layela, who still looked just as green, and wondered for the thousandth time what exactly had happened to Layela when she had been missing. Three days held prisoner, until Yoma found her and brought her home; the only time Yoma had ever lost control and killed.
Six months to heal her broken body, and apparently many more years to heal the damage that had been done to her soul. It had been on Thalos IV that Josmere had first met the twins. And when Layela had healed enough, Josmere had chosen to follow them and leave her family’s home.
Two years ago. A lifetime ago. Thalos would be easier. They already knew its cities and temperaments, but…
“I’ll head for Griman,” Josmere whispered as she punched in the command. Layela didn’t reply, still fighting the nausea.
The shuttle’s engines groaned after a minute, and red text flashed across the screen. Josmere frowned.
That can’t be right…A second later, the engines shut down, and Josmere groaned and leaned back against the seat.
“Don’t t
ell me,” Layela managed to say. “We’re out of fuel?”
“Battery and sun-power, actually,” Josmere replied, looking at the vastness of space before them. “Low battery, and too far from a star. That drunk must have been on his way to refill her when he decided to fill himself instead.”
Layela groaned.
“We’ve got enough oxygen, thankfully, but we’re going to lose the rest of our power at any…” On cue, the lights cut off, and the soft hum of computers ceased. All that sounded was the emergency beacon, activated automatically.
“At least the Destiny should be too far to hear that,” Josmere said.
Layela groaned again. Josmere sat back and waited, grateful there was at least oxygen for her friend.
“Look on the bright side,” Josmere said. “I’ll breathe in your rejected air, and you breathe in mine. We’ll never run out, and…” she leaned over the back and opened a floor compartment, “we have enough supplies to last us a while. Including alcohol, what a surprise! Just you and me, Layl, hanging together in space for days, maybe even weeks!”
This time Layela’s groan lasted longer.
Josmere sat back, wishing Lang had cared enough about the low fuel to keep that information to the front of his mind. The stars sparkled around them, and they floated in space, grateful that the gravity device and the heat seemed to run independently of the main power source.
Small blessings.
She sighed, imagining the sound echoing in the vastness of space.
All they could do now was wait, and pray the Three Fates still favoured them.
“Five.” Layela yawned expensively.
“Five?” Josmere asked incredulously. “Did you just say you can see five stars in the port side window?”
Layela grinned and nodded, drinking a little bit of their precious water.
“Just five?” Josmere asked again as she accepted some water.
“Well, that’s as far as I wanted to count, anyways,” Layela said, stretching her legs as much as she could in the cramped quarters. “How many did you count?”
Josmere looked annoyed. “I was up to fifty-four when someone interrupted my concentration with her ridiculous answer!”
Layela cocked her head sideways. “Fifty-four in the time it took me to count five? Pretty good!”
“That’s because your head is as empty as the space outside the shuttle!”
“You have no sense of humour when it comes to your little compulsions, you know that? Why don’t you just go back to your counting?” Layela said, looking out the main window.
“Because I lost my place, and the shuttle isn’t exactly stationary.” Josmere sighed. “All right, it was a stupid game, but I’m bored.”
Layela smiled mischievously. “I have a fun game we can play!”
Josmere’s eyes lit up with interest. “What?”
Layela deadpanned. “It’s called Vision Viewings.”
Josmere cringed. “I should have never told you about that.”
Layela’s breath escaped in a hiss. “Josmere, Yoma isn’t here. We’re being hunted by the government and unfavourable individuals, and someone hired pirates to kidnap us…well, me.” Layela knew her words were harsh and undeserved — well, not fully deserved, anyways — but the frustration of the last few days had caught up with her, and she couldn’t stop herself. “I realize this doesn’t really involve you, but if you don’t intend to help, it might be better if you just go. I don’t need you.”
Josmere drew back, shocked by Layela’s outburst. She then gave her a tentative smile. “We’re in the middle of space, Layl. Where do you want me to go?”
Layela turned to face Josmere, and as she did so, the Berganda grabbed both of her hands in her own.
“Layela,” Josmere pleaded. “Yoma was afraid, and she wished she hadn’t seen what she saw. I don’t know much else, but I do know that she felt she could handle it, and just wanted you to be safe.” She shook her head but kept holding Layela’s hands. “You know how protective Yoma is of you. I’m certain that she didn’t believe the vision involved you, or she would never have left you unguarded. Layela, she made me promise not to show you, because you would lose whatever peace you had left.”
Josmere looked down, gathering her thoughts before looking back up. “The first day Yoma had that vision, one week before she vanished, she contacted me. I’ve never heard her sound so shaken. She wouldn’t tell me what happened, but she made me promise to meet her. I don’t know why she left the day we were supposed to meet.”
Layela removed her hands from Josmere’s, leaning back against the seat. “I know why, Josmere. For the same reason you mentioned earlier.” Layela looked at the thousands of shimmering stars before them. Some of them were suns that held life. One of them was providing light for Yoma, wherever she was.
“She sent you to meet me that day because she thought I could use the backup, and you’re the only person she trusts.” Josmere knew Yoma better than anyone else, and she hadn’t even suspected it. But Yoma had been right. Josmere had helped and wouldn’t stop helping.
Nor would she break her promise to her best friend, to keep a horrible vision from the forefront of Layela’s mind.
“She’s so stubborn. What if she’s the one that needs our help, and she just didn’t want us involved?” Layela turned to look at Josmere, who didn’t look back. “What if the vision would let us help her, Josmere? Damn it all, what if she dies and we could have helped her?”
Josmere turned and opened her mouth, but before any sound could escape, their comm unit crackled to life.
“Unidentified shuttle, this is Civilian Freighter Miranda. Do you need assistance?”
Josmere smiled and replied without a pause, “Yes, Miranda. We are out of power. Please assist.”
The Berganda laughed, ignoring Layela’s disbelieving look. “It looks like the Three Fates are still on our side!”
Layela stared as the huge freighter pulled near them, passengers eagerly looking out their viewing ports. Josmere waved at them, even though they probably couldn’t see her.
What amazed Josmere was the timing the Three Fates had chosen for this rescue, just when Layela had started to weaken Josmere’s resolve.
Luck indeed.
“What cute little uniforms,” Josmere mumbled as they looked out at the waiting crew. Layela gave her a stern look and opened the shuttle door, the fresh warm air stroking their skin in welcome. Layela smiled as she stepped out. Two women and one man, all wearing the same blue uniform, all seeming genuinely pleased they had saved someone, returned her smile.
Josmere stepped out and the crew’s smiles wavered a bit. One woman, with short blonde hair and broad shoulders, scowled and stepped in front of the other two.
“Welcome aboard the Miranda,” the blonde woman said, looking straight at Layela. Without missing a beat, she added, “You are welcome to stay. The ether fiend must go.”
Josmere didn’t move or say a word. Layela immediately stepped in front of her, holding her hands out in plea.
“Please, we’ll stay down here and won’t cause any trouble.” The woman arched an eyebrow and straightened her spine, and suddenly Layela thought it best that they leave. Something in the way the woman stood left Layela suspecting she was much more than a simple stewardess. And the steel in her eyes told her that she had witnessed enough hardship to feel the need for vengeance. A vengeance against ether creatures. “If you just give us a boost, we’ll get off your ship.”
The woman examined Layela for a second, as though debating her sanity. “I have seen what ether races can do, and what they did to some colonies.”
Layela wondered just how closely the woman had witnessed the outbreaks thirty years ago, when Solari and the ether races had clashed on the furthest planets of the old Solarian border. It was during that time that gassing rooms and regulation gloves had become common for all ether beings who had chosen to remain on their home planets in or near Solarian space.
Josm
ere stepped beside Layela and looked at the woman, who did not shy away. Layela hoped she didn’t have a gun. Either one of them.
“The Berganda never participated in any of those attacks,” Josmere whispered. “We, too, were made to pay the price.” She lifted her hand slowly, the worn leather glove secured.
The woman looked at the gloves with disgust, as though she felt all the ether races should have simply been gassed. Layela suddenly regretted not staying onboard Destiny. At least there, no one wanted them dead.
“I don’t think they’ll be any trouble to us, Travis,” another voice rang clear as a man joined them. He was older, probably in his fifties, one eye closed by a vicious scar that claimed half of his face. He wore no eye patch to hide the damage. “We could just welcome them on board, or let them go.”
He joined them and examined Layela closely. She forced herself to meet his gaze, though the yellow-flecked brown of his one good eye sent shivers down her spine.
“Or we can just simply turn them in for a handsome reward. Isn’t that right, Ms. Delamores?”
Layela became numb and her mouth went dry. Dunkat Groosh must have put out a reward on her head. Josmere tensed beside her, but Layela doubted she would be enough to take down the whole crew, even if her powers worked.
She forced a thin smile and tried to buy some time as her mind raced to find an escape. “For a commuter ship, you’re not very friendly.”
The man gave a short, harsh laugh, his scar wrinkling, sections of it so thin that Layela could swear his skull was showing through.
“We’re marauders, girl, and the only reason you’re not already in shackles and ready to be shipped to Solaria is because we have even less love of Solaria than we do of ether fiends.” Layela didn’t know much of the marauders, only that they had been the front line thirty years ago in the ether wars — which would explain the woman’s instinctive dislike of Josmere. Since the wars, few spoke of them, and even fewer wondered why. But they disliked Solaria, and she could try to use that to her advantage.
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