Earth Last Sanctuary (Universe in Flames Book 1)

by Christian Kallias

  “All good?” he double-checked. “You’re sure you don’t mind?”

  “Are you kidding? Unless we give him the address of my flat, those keys are pretty worthless. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve lost them in the last few years.”

  “Good, I wouldn’t want you to part with anything you didn’t want to.”

  “Nothing to worry about here. This is an interesting pawn shop, but I don’t even know what most of these items do.”

  “What’s a pawn shop?”

  “It’s this type of store. You leave an item and the shop gives you money. You have thirty days to come back with the money again or he can sell your stuff.”

  “Then this is not a pawn shop; it’s more like your tourist shops on Earth.”

  “Oh, that’s just a regular shop, and I’m sure I saw weapons in that area back there.”

  “Yes, he sells weapons too.”

  “Anything interesting? I mean, well, I suppose two hundred and seventy credits won’t buy me much.”

  “Landing fees in Hathan are particularly high, especially for unknown vessels. Traders and people that come here often don’t pay thirty credits for a day of landing.”

  “How much do they pay then?”

  “Probably one hundred or two for the year.”

  She whirled around indignantly. “So we’ve been taken for suckers.”

  “Well, we didn’t have much choice.”

  “How much is the change worth then? Enough for me to buy something nice?”

  “Actually yes. Fairly good second-hand weapons are found for about a hundred credits. There are some more expensive options, depending on quality, build, state, charge…that sort of thing.”

  “So…where’s the weapon aisle again?” Sarah said with a huge smile.

  Chase grinned. “That way. Let’s go get you a souvenir.”

  “You read my mind.”

  Chase laughed shortly. “That would be Ryonna’s job.”

  “What?”

  His face darkened. “Never mind.”

  Fortunately, Sarah seemed to dismiss this as a failed attempt at humor and, the next moment, it was forgotten as she descended upon the weapons like a kid in a candy store.

  “Any light-sabers?” She giggled with delight.

  Chase turned towards the shelves. “Let me see.”

  She stopped cold. “You’re shitting me, right?”

  “Not at all. Such weapons exist, only you don’t need the ‘force’ to operate them.” He thumbed through the different options before stopping. “Hmm, this is pretty similar.” He handed her something that looked more like a gun than a light-saber.

  “I didn’t ask for a…pisto-laser, Chase.”

  “Actually, this is both.”

  Her mouth fell open. “Get out of town!”

  He glanced back at her. “Later maybe, when the mission is over.”

  She chuckled and he raised an eyebrow. “It’s an expression,” she explained.

  His face cleared. “Oh. I hoped ‘you’re shitting me’ to be one as well, but I kept it to myself…”

  “It means I’m very surprised.”

  “See, I told you Universum and English are different. At least on how we use the words.”

  “That’s because you ‘advanced’ species aren’t used to slang.”

  “Slang?”

  “It’s a way of using normal or odd words with a different meaning.”

  Chase shook his head. “I still have plenty to learn about Earth culture.”

  “That’s okay. I have plenty to learn about your culture as well. Though I must say, I’m unimpressed with the lack of entertainment and poor choice in variety of food.”

  “Centuries of war will do that to a civilization. We once had extremely talented artists, and maybe something reminiscent of what you call entertainment. But constant warfare in the universe forced us to adjust our priorities.”

  She looked down at her gun. “I guess I can understand that. During times of war, entertainment and good food wasn’t a priority for us either. But our world wars never lasted longer than a few years.”

  Chase gestured to the weapon. “Come on—let me show you how this works.”

  He briefly took her through the three settings; stun, kill, and something that could disintegrate most life-forms. Not Zarlacks, he explained. Their strong almost metal-like reptilian scales would prevent heavy damage, but he hoped that repeated shots could mortally wound one. When he was finished, he showed her the thumb-activated laser blade. When he pressed down, a bright white column of light sprang into the air in front of them.

  “Aw,” Sarah sighed with disappointment. “It didn’t make a whoosh.”

  “It’s a tactical weapon,” Chase explained. “No need to broadcast your position when you’re coming up behind your enemy for a stealth kill.”

  “Good point,” she grinned, “but not as fun.”

  Chase smiled at her excitement, but the longer he watched her playing with the weapon the more he worried about the time when she’d need to use it.

  His smile faded and he took her hand, pulling her to the front of the store. “Come on, let’s pay for this and go.”

  When they were back on the streets, he turned to Ryonna.

  “What’s the plan?”

  “We’re heading to a well-known bar. That’s where I can find the man I’m going to…interview about my son.”

  “Interview?” Sarah asked skeptically.

  “I’d rather do it alone,” Ryonna warned. “It could get ugly.”

  “All the more reason for you to have help,” Chase insisted.

  “You can wait for me outside. If someone runs out, try to stop him.”

  “I would think three is more intimidating than one.”

  Ryonna bit her lip. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Chase, but humans aren’t the most intimidating species… You’re rather small. No offense.”

  He grinned. “None taken. And we aren’t small, you’re huge.”

  “Hence, more imposing.”

  He shook his head in exasperation. “Alright, fine. We’ll do it your way—this time.”

  Ryonna smiled graciously. “Good. We’re almost there.”

  “How do we even know he’s here?” Sarah asked doubtfully.

  “It’s his base of operation.” Ryonna pointed at a nearby building. “There it is. Chase, why don’t you stay in the front, and Sarah, there’s a door in the back. Would you mind?”

  “I’m on it,” Sarah replied and headed around towards the back.

  Chase took a step after her. “I’d rather we didn’t split…”

  Ryonna turned to Chase and looked deep in his eyes. “Now is not the time.”

  He stared at her for a moment, then nodded. Sarah disappeared behind him, and he took up position as Ryonna headed inside. After a few minutes of waiting, he clicked the communicator on his wrist and a holographic image of Sarah sprang to life.

  “Status?” he asked.

  “I’m here at the back door. Staring at some sort of rats and standing in garbage.”

  He bit back a smile and saw her eyes narrow.

  “Next time…you take the back.”

  * * *

  Inside the bar, Ryonna approached a table where a blue humanoid alien was sipping a simmering red drink. She sat down across from him before he could protest.

  His eyes widened and he set down the drink in alarm. “Ryonna, you’ve got balls to come here. Do you know Obsidian has placed a bounty on your head?”

  “How much?”

  “Ten thousand credits. I have to say, I’m more than a little tempted to cash it in.”

  Ryonna smiled dangerously. “Is your life only worth ten thousand, Grolax?”

  “I guess not,” he muttered. “What do you want?”

  “I need to find my son.”

  “And this is my problem why?”

  “Because you still owe me for the last favor I did you, and because if you don’t start ta
lking, I might just start tearing this place apart. I’ll start with the mirror behind the drinks, so unless you want your sorry-ass reflection to be the last thing you see, you’ll start talking.”

  “You know I don’t like threats, especially empty ones.”

  “Oh Grolax,” she smiled sweetly. “This is no empty threat.”

  He looked at her as if gauging her level of intent, before his composure broke and he looked down at the table. “I did hear something, but you know how it works. You give me something of value, and I tell you what I know. With the price on your head, you can’t just come in here and try to cash in on an old favor.”

  “Look, Grolax, we’ve worked together for a while now. I’m willing to be civilized about this, but do not push me; you’ll regret it.”

  Then, all at once, three Horak goons headed towards the table. Ryonna looked up in alarm just in time to see Grolax’s hand retreating from a hidden button beneath the table.

  “Grolax?” she demanded as the goons got closer. They weren’t as tall as she was, but they were about twice her width.

  “I’m sorry, Ryonna, but business is business. You understand, yes?”

  Before he could say anything else, Ryonna sprang into action. With one hand, she propelled herself up from the table, kicking out in a circular motion that sent two Horaks flying. Before the third one could react, her knife had sliced through his heart. With a scowl, she removed the bloody blade and held it under Grolax’s throat while he was still reaching for his blaster.

  “Come now, let’s not do anything rash,” she said calmly. “You and I both know what will happen if you don’t drop your weapon this instant.”

  He dropped the blaster on the table with a splash and a clatter.

  “Alright, calm down, Ryonna. You wouldn’t want to kill the only person here who knows where your son is being held.”

  “I might if you don’t start talking, NOW!”

  “Alright, alright, the Obsidian Empire has him.”

  “I already know this.”

  “Right, well, they transferred him yesterday.”

  “Where to?”

  “Hellstar Prison.”

  Ryonna’s face fell and she stared down at the table. Grolax leaned forward but, the next second, she punched him full in the face. Dropping a coin on the table, she left the bar.

  The frigid night air bit into her face as she joined Chase. “Let’s go,” she said shortly.

  He blinked in surprise. “You have what you came for?”

  “Yes.” She walked at a brisk pace, not waiting for him to follow.

  He stared after her in confusion, before quickly calling Sarah to join them. She caught up with them a second later and hurried after Ryonna’s retreating back.

  “Ryonna, you’re walking too fast for us,” she called.

  “We need to get off this planet as soon as possible.”

  “Can you tell us what you learned? Where’s your son?”

  “In prison.”

  Sarah and Chase exchanged a look before Sarah ran up behind her and put a comforting hand on her back.

  “I’m so sorry,” she murmured as she struggled to keep pace.

  “It’s not your fault.”

  “Do you know where they’re holding him?”

  There was a hitch in her step and her voice was strained. “Hellstar.”

  Chase’s face tightened in concern and Sarah whispered, “What’s Hellstar?”

  “It’s a high security hell hole from which there is no escape,” he replied.

  “Well then…how do we get him out?”

  “You don’t,” Ryonna answered. “I will.”

  “Ryonna,” Chase began, “let’s be rational about this—”

  She spun towards him. “What would you do if it was your son? Or if it was hers?”

  Chase hesitated, then confessed, “I would do anything to get him out.”

  “Then you know why we must part ways.”

  “Can’t we help her?” Sarah asked quickly.

  Chase looked down but shook his head. “Unfortunately, we can’t. Hellstar is simply too far away from here; we don’t have the time.”

  There was a crash and they glanced up to see Ryonna kicking a trash bin out of her way as she stormed back to the ship. Sarah looked at him with muted concern, and he shook his head again helplessly.

  “We just don’t have the time.”

  Chapter XX

  Back on the Iron Fire, the ship was already breaking orbit by the time they reached the bridge. Before Chase could sit down, Ryonna turned to him.

  “I need transportation; can you spare a fighter?”

  “We can, but they don’t have jump capabilities. It will take you months to get to Hellstar without a jump-capable ship.”

  “I’ll find a way. I just need something that allows me to travel. My ship is too badly damaged.”

  “Ryonna, I can imagine how you must be feeling, but wouldn’t it be better for you to come back with us? Let us repair your ship; you might even get to Hellstar faster and maybe we can help you break out your son together.”

  “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but you’re fighting for your own survival right now. There’s a huge battle coming for you and your people, and you don’t know if you’re going to survive it. Even if you do, your priorities might shift. Believe me, I’m doing what I know has the most chance of saving my son’s life. But this path I must walk alone.”

  “What if I came with you?” Sarah volunteered.

  “Absolutely not!” answered Chase swiftly.

  “Sarah, you are sweet and kind. I felt from the first moment I met you that you were someone I could trust, but you wouldn’t last an hour in Hellstar,” Ryonna said gravely.

  “And how long do you think you’ll last,” Chase tried to reason with her.

  “As long as it takes to find my son.”

  “And then what?”

  “Then we’ll break out together.”

  “I thought no one had ever escaped from Hellstar.”

  “I’ve heard of one man who did it. I’ll find him and learn what he knows.”

  Chase shook his head. “That’s a suicide mission, you know that? But…I get the feeling that that’s not going to change your mind. I wish we could help.”

  “You’ve already helped more than I thought you would. Thanks, to both of you. Keep the quadrinium. Something tells me you’ll need it more than I will. And I hope you can save Earth. If Sarah is any indication, it seems like a good planet with good people.”

  Tears welled up in Sarah’s eyes and she started to say something else, but Chase squeezed her hand and they watched in silence as Ryonna left the bridge.

  * * *

  An hour later, Ryonna was looking for whatever she could salvage from her shuttle when Sarah approached her quietly.

  “What can I do for you, Sarah?” she asked as she pried open a container.

  “I...I wanted to know if there’s anything I can do for you. And to give you this.” She held out the remaining credits from their time on Hathan. “It’s not much; it probably won’t get you very far.”

  Ryonna took it gratefully. “No. Thank you. It could actually be very helpful.”

  “Isn’t the quadrinium in your cargo worth a hundred times more?”

  “Even more than that.”

  “Then why give it to us? Keep some of it at least”

  “There’s a bounty on my head; nobody would do business with me now. They’d more likely shoot me to get the bounty and cargo instead. The quadrinium is very important to you and, as it stands, it is now worthless to me, so it was an easy choice.”

  “Well, easy or not, we are extremely grateful.”

  “As am I. If you hadn’t come to the planet’s surface, I might still be rotting down there. Now, not only do I know where my son is, but I have transport to get there. We’re even.”

  “Well, could you use this?” Sarah held out the gun she’d just purchased.


  “Thanks, but I won’t need it. I have plenty of weapons and, once I get captured and sent to Hellstar, they’ll be confiscated anyway.”

  “So that’s your plan, get captured and sent to Hellstar?”

  “That’s the plan.”

  “Chase was right, it certainly sounds suicidal. But I know how you feel. I don’t have children of my own, but I’d do the same thing for my nephew.”

  Ryonna smiled at her fondly. “This is where my path leads now. I will either break us out of Hellstar, or die trying.”

  Sarah nodded and left with a sad smile but, only a few minutes later, Chase came into the shuttle bay to check on Ryonna before her departure.

  “You know, when we started this yesterday, I really thought we’d have a longer run.”

  She laughed. “Me too. But priorities shift, you know. I’m sure you understand.”

  “I certainly do. I just wish we could help you find a less dangerous way to get your son back.”

  “I know, but time is of the essence. Every day that passes is one more day my son will have to try to survive in Hellstar.” Her voice grew soft. “He’s only sixteen.”

  “Well if his mother is any indication, I’m sure the boy is pretty tough.”

  “He is,” she said proudly. “I’ve been training him for more than a decade.”

  Chase raised his eyebrows. “Since he was six? You Droxians start really young!”

  “He actually started late compared to some of the other children. He was a sick child.”

  “That must have been difficult…” Chase trailed off. “Wasn’t that part of why the Droxians left the Alliance? The Alliance didn’t approve of your policies with your children?”

  She nodded. “Yes. I’m not proud it, but the Droxian people want only able bodies in their midst. A child that displays too much weakness can sometimes have...”

  “…A short lifespan?”

  Her mouth thinned to a hard line. “It wasn’t easy, sneaking around for years to hide his condition.”

  “You see, sometimes rules are meant to be broken.”

  She threw back her head and laughed. “I see where you’re going with this.”

  He grinned. “Not so subtle, huh?

  “Remember, Droxians are very empathic. While we don’t read minds, we pretty much get the emotional state of the people we talk to.”