Beginnings: Five Heroic Fantasy Adventure Novels

by Lindsay Buroker

  Tikaya found Rias’s eyes, thinking of his admonition not to break anything. Chest heaving, he stood amongst the other marines. He shook his head slowly.

  “Everyone back to the entrance,” he said.

  Before following the men, Tikaya tossed a glance toward the back wall. Someone had thrown that knife, yet no marines filed in from that direction.

  A clunk echoed through the lab.

  “Hurry,” Rias urged.

  He led a sprint to the stairs where Bocrest twitched an eyebrow at Tikaya and said, “Nice shot.”

  She did not answer. It had not been her attack that brought the second creature down.

  “Let’s go,” Rias said. “In the hall. We don’t want to be here when the cubes arrive.”

  “Cubes?” Bocrest asked.

  Tikaya thought of the square vials from the rocket, but surely he could not mean those.

  “No time to explain.” Rias pushed past and into the corridor. Leaving the lab without exploring it seemed an abandoned opportunity, but Tikaya did not question him, not when such grimness haunted his face.

  Before they took three steps down the tunnel, a door ahead of them slid open. A black one-foot-wide cube floated out at chest level. Tiny red and yellow lights flashed on its top, and a one-inch hole glowed red on its front. A few symbols ran along the sides, and she leaned forward, squinting.

  “Back,” Rias said. “Back into the lab.”

  “What does it—” Tikaya started, but the glowing hole brightened and a red beam lanced out. Rias yanked her to the side, and it caught the edge of her sleeve. The beam burned a hole through the material.

  She half ran and was half dragged back into the lab. Marines crowded the landing, but Rias shoved his way to a panel on the wall. He waved his hand over a pale square. The door slid down from the top of the jamb.

  Tikaya stared at smoke wafting from the hole in her sleeve and swallowed.

  A beeping started, soft but audible throughout the lab. It came from the walls, the ceiling, everywhere.

  “Two more of those cubes coming from below,” Bocrest said.

  “If I can get close enough to read what’s on the sides, maybe I can figure out how to stop them,” Tikaya said.

  “If you get that close, you’ll be dead,” Rias said.

  “There’re two more in the back.” Agarik pointed. “Shooting, burning, er, incinerating the dead creatures.”

  “Yes.” Rias rummaged in his pack. “They do that to everything. And everyone. Also, I don’t know how to lock the doors. The one outside will be in soon.”

  Tikaya bent to examine runes lighting the wall by the door. She recognized one that had indicated “up” on the rocket. When she pressed the symbol it indented, but nothing happened. She found she could rotate it. A soft thunk came from within the wall. “I think that may have—”

  “We’ve got to split up, or we’ll be surrounded,” Bocrest said.

  “Actually, I want them all in one spot.” Rias had opened his rucksack and knelt, mixing a liquid and something else into a bottle. Caustic fumes stung Tikaya’s eyes.

  A red beam from below splashed against the wall on the landing. It adjusted, lowering, and marines ducked out of the way.

  “Forget that,” Bocrest said. “Karsus, get these men under cover, and shoot at anything that moves.”

  “Bocrest!” Rias barked.

  The squads were already running off, Bocrest included this time, leaving only Tikaya and Rias on the landing. Below, a pair of cubes, which had been floating languidly toward the stairs, split and increased speed. One chased after each group of men. Before one of the squads reached cover, a beam shot out, taking the last man in the back.

  He screamed. Tikaya gripped the railing, unable to take her eyes from the scene.

  The rear two men from the squad shot and rifle balls clanged off metal. At the least, the force should have propelled the cube backward, but it never moved. The beam continued, piercing the marine’s body and coming out the other side as it incinerated flesh, muscle, and organs. Even when he dropped to the ground and curled into a ball, it stayed with him. It cauterized as it burned an ever-widening hole in his torso. The marine stopped moving, eyes glazed in death. The cube’s beam kept breaking down the body, even burning blood away.

  Tikaya, thunderstruck by the ghastly scene, almost did not notice Rias racing down the stairs with nothing but a jar of orange liquid in his hands. At first, the automaton ignored him, busy finishing its incineration of the dead man. Rias kept sprinting, one hand gripping the jar, one on the lid. The cube abandoned its task and rotated toward him.

  “No!” Tikaya grabbed her bow, though she did not know what good she could do if rifles had not damaged the device.

  Rias flung some of the liquid on the cube, then ducked under it as the beam shot. It sizzled past, missing him. It struck the stair railing, but the beam did not affect the black metal. The viscous liquid on the cube smoked red. Pungent fumes gagged the air as it oozed down the sides.

  That did not stop the automaton from rotating toward Rias, its ominous red hole glowing. Before its deadly side disappeared from sight, Tikaya fired, aiming for the orifice shooting those beams. Her shot flew true, and the shaft lodged inside. But the red glow flared and a beam incinerated the arrow.

  Rias found cover behind a column.

  A hiss sounded behind Tikaya.

  “Look out!” Rias yelled.

  She whirled. The door she had tried to lock opened, revealing two cubes on the threshold. Their holes glowed.

  Tikaya leaped over the railing. The floor came quickly, and she landed with an ankle-jarring jolt. Two beams zipped over her head. Off-balance, she skittered into the shadows beneath the landing.

  Gunfire echoed elsewhere in the lab. She sensed rather than heard the cubes floating down the stairs.

  “Over here.” Rias beckoned with an arm. “Zigzag your path.”

  With a wary glance at the cubes coming down—they were only a few steps from the bottom—Tikaya raced across the open space toward Rias.

  “Zag!” he barked.

  She angled left. A beam splashed the floor inches from her feet. After a few more steps, she veered right.

  Something crashed behind her, but she did not slow to look. She skidded behind Rias’s column, nearly jabbing him in the face with her bow.

  He gripped her shoulder and started to speak, but an agonized scream echoed from the back corner.

  “Curse Bocrest for not listening,” Rias growled. He pointed at the cube he had doused with the goop. It lay on the ground, part of its exterior burned away to expose silvery innards. “It’s working. I made it in the vehicle garage in Wolfhump. I wasn’t sure it’d be the same as—”

  “Those two are coming,” Tikaya said.

  “Right, yes. We have to get some of this on them, too, but I don’t have a chance unless they’re distracted.”

  “You want me to do that?”

  “Not ideally,” Rias said.

  The cubes floated closer, no urgency to their movement, but an eerie inexorableness marked their flight.

  “This way.” Rias led Tikaya down the aisle to find cover behind the next column.

  “I thought you wanted to challenge me,” she said.

  “You saw how lethal one can be, and we’ve got two to deal with. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

  More likely killed, Tikaya thought. She smiled bleakly. “If not me, who else?”

  “I’ll do it,” an emotionless unfamiliar voice said from behind them.

  A young man—he could not have been more than seventeen or eighteen—stood there, wearing fitted black clothing and soft black boots. Several sizes of daggers adorned his belt, and a set of throwing knives was strapped to his right arm. He carried nothing else.

  “Go,” Rias said, hefting his jar.

  If the boy’s appearance surprised him half as much as it did Tikaya, he did not show it. She lifted a hand, intending to protest sending someone so young
on a suicide mission, but the youth had already jogged from concealment.

  Two beams lanced toward his chest, but he anticipated the attack and dove, rolling beneath the cubes. They rotated to target him. This time he jumped to avoid the shots. Next, the mechanical assailants teamed up, showing a disquieting ability to work together. They tried to surround him, but the youth proved too quick. He darted away, keeping both cubes to one side of him.

  “If I get killed,” Rias said to Tikaya, “get the jar and finish them. It’s an acid, so don’t let any of the liquid touch your skin.”

  Before she could say how little she thought of his get-killed option, he left. Tikaya nocked an arrow. The bow might not do damage, but perhaps it would help distract the cubes. Though the boy was doing a good job of that on his own. He dodged, darted, jumped, and rolled with the fluid ease of a well-trained natural athlete. Who was this ally who had shown up just in time to help? Even when a beam washed the floor inches from him, his face held no expression, though the intensity of his dark eyes promised nothing would break his focus.

  Rias neared the closest cube, keeping its backside toward him. Tikaya fired at it. The arrow clanged off, and the cracked head clattered to the floor. Despite the distractions, the cube somehow sensed Rias’ approach. It rotated toward him.

  He flung some of the liquid and dodged just before the beam struck. Red smoke fumes plagued the air. The second cube remained focused on the youth who led it around columns and over lab stations. Rias zigzagged back to a column adjacent to Tikaya’s with the tagged cube shooting after him. Smoke drifted from its surface, and the corrosive liquid burned through the casing.

  “What is that stuff?” Tikaya asked, shifting to keep the column between her and the cube as it approached.

  “A variation on royal water,” Rias said. “The black metal is particularly susceptible to it. We were trapped in a room with all sorts of chemicals, and I tried several things last time. I couldn’t read any of the labels, and I’m lucky I didn’t kill myself. It took too long, though. A lot of men died before I figured it out.”

  The smoke thickened, inflicting the air with an acrid tang. It was nothing like the scent of burning wood or coal or anything else Tikaya had ever smelled. Before the cube reached them, it ground to a halt, then plummeted to the floor, innards exposed.

  “Next.” Rias headed toward the gunfire and shouts in the rear of the huge lab. “We lost ten men to these things last time. We have to hurry.”

  “Shouldn’t we get the one attacking the boy first?” Tikaya asked.

  “He’s the last one who needs to be rescued.”

  They ran through the aisles toward the chaos. When they passed the spot where they had killed the creatures, there was no sign of the remains, not even a blood stain on the floor. The corpse of the marine was gone too.

  Rias picked an aisle parallel to the gunfire and shouts of Bocrest’s squad. He jumped, caught the edge of a counter, and pulled himself to the top of a lab station. He knelt, his jar poised to pour when the mechanical assailant came into range.

  Tikaya thought to wait on the floor, but the youth came into their aisle from the other end. His cube sailed in a few seconds later. Tikaya tossed her bow up, then climbed to Rias’s side, hoping to avoid the path of fire.

  “Admiral,” the youth said as he ran past.

  Tikaya blinked, almost as shocked at the calmness of the boy’s voice as the fact that he knew who Rias was. Rias leaned over, prepared to pour his concoction on the cube following the young man. It seemed to detect the trap, for it slowed several paces back. Its glowing orifice rotated up, toward Rias and Tikaya.

  “Rust,” he muttered and prepared to jump.

  “Wait.” Tikaya jabbed the tip of an arrow into his jar, nocked it, and fired. The dripping missile spun into the red hole. A flash later, a beam incinerated the arrow. The cube floated closer.

  “Double rust,” Tikaya said.

  “It was a good idea,” Rias said.

  They crouched to jump down into the aisle behind, but the cube slowed, then halted. Smoke wafted from the beam hole. The cube sputtered and thunked to the ground.

  “It was a good idea.” Rias clapped Tikaya on the shoulder and gave her an appreciative smile that warmed her soul, despite the dire situation.

  Enemy of the islands, she reminded herself. She was not supposed to be pleased by his compliments anymore.

  “Think you can hit that target again to help these men?” Rias pointed to the marines scrambling in the other aisle. They were so busy dodging beams of a cube in their midst they had lost their usual cohesiveness. Every man was busy trying to stay alive. “Make it quick, though,” Rias added. “The acid will eat away your arrowheads.”

  Tikaya waited until the orifice faced her before dipping into his jar. Her shot flew true and made short work of the remaining cube.

  The relieved party met in the open area before the stairs. Tikaya picked up one of the mostly intact cubes so she could work on translating the writing.

  Bocrest counted heads and scowled at the loss of two men and injuries of several others. He glowered at Rias. “Why didn’t you tell me you had something to battle them with?”

  “You didn’t give me a chance,” Rias said.

  “We had to act quickly, and you were digging around in your gear. If you want to override my orders, you need to give me a reason for doing so. Fast. You don’t have the right to make decisions and keep the reasons to your...” Bocrest gaped as the youth stepped out of the shadows to join them.

  He was smaller than many of the big marines, standing only an inch taller than Tikaya, but, after seeing his grace in evading the beams, she doubted he lost many fights.

  His dark-eyed gaze pinned Bocrest. “Admiral Starcrest is giving orders?”

  He had short blond hair, a color unusual for a Turgonian, but he did have the olive skin, and he sounded like a native speaker. From the dialect, Tikaya guessed he came from one of the satrapies around the capital. When her gaze fell on the throwing knives on his forearm, she realized he was the one who had killed the creature chasing her earlier. Where had he come from?

  “I...uhm...” Bocrest noticed his men watching him—they seemed as confused by the young man’s appearance as Tikaya—and straightened, lifting his chin. “Given his helpfulness thus far on the mission, and his familiarity with these tunnels, I deemed it wise to listen to him. I am aware of the emperor’s wishes for him, and they will be complied with in the end.”

  “I see,” the young man said, voice cool.

  Bocrest shifted uncomfortably under that steady gaze. His men murmured to each other, surprised at their blustery captain’s deference.

  “What are you all looking at?” Bocrest barked. “Let’s get the wounded patched up and set up a camp. And for the emperor’s sake, someone figure out where in this blasted maze a man is supposed to piss and drop cannon balls.”

  The marines scurried off to do his bidding. The youth produced a small sealed envelope and handed it to Bocrest, who accepted it and walked away to read the message.

  Tikaya edged closer to Rias. “I’m perplexed. Who is this boy?”

  “That is Sicarius, the emperor’s personal assassin.”

  Rias’s voice was low, for her only, but the young man looked at them, as if aware of their discussion.

  “Is he as young as he looks?” Tikaya asked even as she wondered why he was there. Why had he not traveled with Bocrest from the beginning if he meant to help the captain accomplish his mission? Her eyes widened. Could he be the one responsible for the tortured men?

  “I believe he was fifteen when I met him two years ago,” Rias said. “He smashed my face into the deck and held a knife to my throat.”

  Tikaya stared at Rias. “Did he catch you by surprise?”

  “No. As I recall, I was trying to catch him by surprise.”

  “Why? What happened?” She frowned, wondering why the emperor would send his assassin to harass his star fleet admiral. S
omething to do with Rias’s reasons for ending up in exile? She tried to read his eyes.

  He opened his mouth, but he shut it again and shook his head. “No, I fear you’d suspect my motives if I told you the story.”

  “Suspect your...” She scowled at him. Now what was he hiding? “I suspect your motives in not telling me.”

  He closed his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

  “Why are you so elusive about these things?” Her throat tightened. Now that she knew who he was and that she could have no future with him, his choice to keep things from her should not hurt, but it did. “Afraid to share imperial secrets with the enemy?”

  She clutched the cube to her chest and stalked toward the lab stations, intending to find some nook where she could be alone to study the language.

  “Tikaya...” Rias said.

  “Stuff an apple core up it, Admiral Starcrest.”

  She caught the boy assassin watching, and almost snapped at him too, but the dark impassive gaze stole the heat from her ire and left her chilled. She stalked by without comment.

  Several marines sniggered behind her back. Cheeks flushed, Tikaya slipped into the aisles, glad for the concealment.

  16

  Few runes adorned the cube, and it did not take Tikaya long to translate them. Automatic cleaning machine. She could have laughed if not for the unsettling realization that the people who created this place had considered human beings something to be incinerated to keep the labs tidy.

  With that mystery solved, she itched to work on the next. Weariness plagued her body, and probably would for days in the aftermath of the poisoning, but her mind churned, so she could not think of sleep yet. There was so much to study.

  She wished she had Lancecrest’s journal, but she would have to return to her gear to grab it, and she did not want to face Rias or the snickering marines. Instead, she explored the back half of the lab. Most of the finds were innocuous—alchemical liquids and powders, equipment and containers—but others were as disturbing as the bones that had scattered when the beast fell. The human organs sealed in jars and slides with blood samples made her wonder if the race who had created this place had come for the distinct purpose of experimenting on people. But, if so, to what end?