0642940001337283373 wind demon 03

by evil wind

  Chapter Eight

  Khiershon was stunned. “The Prime Reaper?” he repeated. “It is my bloodsire they have on the Alluvia !

  He let me sense him."

  "How can that be?” Iyan questioned. “He fled to Terra. He was safe there!"

  "Obviously the Amazeens went after him and have brought him back for execution,” Khiershon said, his eyes troubled.

  "Or they're taking him to Rysalia Prime to rescue his bloodkin,” Caitlin suggested.

  "It was him being tortured,” Khiershon whispered, running a hand over his face. “It had to be. No wonder I felt it so keenly. I have his blood flowing in my veins. I have one of his fledglings inside me."

  Caitlin could not stop the shiver that rippled through her when her husband mentioned the parasite his body hosted.

  "Those women were torturing my bloodsire,” Khiershon continued. “By the gods they'll pay for that!"

  "If that's the case, why would they be helping him now?” Iyan asked.

  "If they are helping him,” Dax put in.

  "Chakai was their captain when we first made contact with that ship. She's dead. If this Major was in league with Raphaella in helping you to escape, perhaps she's doing the same with your bloodsire,” Caitlin said. “With Chakai out of the way, Kahmal would be free to lend her aid."

  "And convinced her crew to go along?” Khiershon asked. He shook his head. “That's too much to hope for."

  "How many women on the Orion did you visit in their dreams, Reaper?” Caitlin countered. “My crew was half in love with you before you ever said a word to them. Wouldn't your bloodsire have done the same?"

  Iyan stared at a blushing Khiershon. “She has a point, Khier."

  "Man, was that a dream!” Helen Lutz said with a sigh. “We'd have done anything for him."

  "That's more than likely what took place on the Alluvia ,” Caitlin said.

  "This is getting far more complicated than we anticipated,” Iyan said. “We've got two Amazeen ships headed for Rysalia Prime, Raphaella chugging along behind them as though she were out for a late afternoon stroll. What if it is the Alluvia's intent to try to snatch the cadets? If we're trying the same thing at the same moment, those men will be ripped apart by the retrieval beams, torn in two different directions."

  "And we can't just ask what the Alluvia's intentions are,” Caitlin put in.

  "I need to speak with my bloodsire,” Khiershon said.

  "How?” Iyan demanded. “We can't risk it with that other Amazeen ship shadowing the Alluvia ."

  "Get this ship closer to the Alluvia ,” Khiershon ordered. “I will at least be able to communicate telepathically with him. He will be expecting it."

  "I see one problem with that, milord,” Caitlin said and when he looked at her, she told him he ran the risk of any psychically enhanced humanoid overhearing the conversation.

  "What are the odds of such an individual being close by?” he asked.

  "I can't answer that, Khier,” Caitlin said, “but do you really want to take the chance?"

  "Can you scan the ship first?” Dax inquired.

  "Aye, I can,” Khiershon said.

  "If you don't find a sensitive on board, can you at least communicate on a level no other psychic can intercept in case one is hiding beneath your scan?” Iyan asked.

  "In a language only you and your bloodsire can understand, perhaps?” Dax added.

  "Chalean High Speech,” Khiershon said. “I doubt there are any Amazeens who speak the dialect. Other than Reapers, it isn't used much anymore."

  "It's worth a try,” Caitlin said.

  "Get us close to the Alluvia ,” Khiershon commanded. “I must seek my bloodsire's counsel."

  * * * *

  "That pesky Terran ship is fast approaching,” Sern told Kahmal. "What do they want now?” the Amazeen Major snapped.

  Sern chuckled, “It just sped across the Areto's bow."

  "You should hear what Sorn yelled at it,” Deon said. “That certainly wasn't ladylike."

  "Sorn isn't a lady. She's a shemale,” Kahmal muttered.

  "Tyrian, go tell the Reaper to stay in the lounge. Deon, open a channel to those imbeciles,” Kahmal ordered.

  "Terran ship, the DarkWind . This is the LRC the Alluvia ,” Deon announced. “Our captain would like a word with you."

  An annoyed face popped up on the Alluvia's vid-screen.

  "I hope it isn't in the same tone of voice your companion ship tossed at us,” Caitlin said, a pout pursing her lips. “Personally, I don't like being called a slut by anyone."

  "You ran across the Areto's bow,” Kahmal said. “That was a foolish thing to do."

  Caitlin shrugged. “Such is life, but I am not a slut."

  "Why did you do such a thing?” the Major asked, knowing full well Sorn was intercepting the communication.

  "It was the quickest way to get behind you,” Caitlin responded.

  "Why?"

  "We wanted to trail along with you, sweetie,” Caitlin said, smiling broadly. “You are ever so much friendlier than that other ship."

  Khiershon was standing in the captain's quarters of the DarkWind , his eyes closed, concentrating on contacting the man who had fathered him. "I am Khiershon, bloodson of the Prime," he said. "I send greetings to my bloodsire."

  Cirolia Sern sat back in her chair, her heart thudding in her chest. She could feel the emanations coming from the Terran vessel and now knew there was a Reaper onboard the DarkWind . She tuned out the inane conversation between Kahmal and the Terran captain and listened to the Reapers talking to one another although she did not understand the language they were speaking.

  "I am here, Khiershon."

  "You are safe, milord?" Khiershon asked.

  "I am."

  "Are you being held against your will?"

  "I am here against my will, but I am not a prisoner on this ship," Kamerone Cree replied. "These women are aiding me."

  "I am relieved to hear it. It is an honor to speak with you sir," Khiershon stated.

  "I am grateful we were given the chance. You journey in the same direction we are taking?" Cree inquired.

  "Aye and for the same reason I believe."

  "It is good we made contact then."

  "What would you have me do, milord?" Khiershon queried. "How may I serve your needs?"

  "All I ask is that you do not interfere with what I have planned."

  "You have my word. I will be watching your back," Khiershon vowed as images of what his bloodsire intended to do flowed across his mind.

  "You won't be alone," Cree said.

  Khiershon sighed deeply. "Aye, milord. I know. Raphaella thinks she is protecting me."

  "Hers is not the only vessel that will be guarding us. A Necromanian prince is captaining a cloaked ship and will be at our backs. I have swept your ship as well as hers and the other Amazeen ship."

  "I swept yours and sense only one other psychic among your crews."

  "A friend and ally," Kamerone Cree acknowledged. "She poses no threat to us and I doubt she understands Chalean High Speech."

  "That is good to know,” Khiershon said.

  "It is safe for you to send a subliminal to the one who calls herself your mate. Keep her away from Rysalia Prime and out of mischief. She knows I am aware of her and she knows what I have planned."

  Khiershon winced. "And still she persists on getting involved?"

  "She is your problem, Khiershon. Deal with her."

  Sern felt the end to the conversation between the two Reapers. She could imagine Cree sitting in the lounge, a hard gleam in his amber eyes for she could sense his disquiet. Running a hand over her face, she realized she was sweating. Whatever had disturbed the Prime Reaper was giving her pause.

  * * * *

  Raphaella felt the mental push of Khiershon's voice and slammed her hands over her ears. She did not want to hear what the Reaper had to say to her. Trilling her tongue to try to block out his words, she was driven to her knees
when his psychic shout reverberated through her mind. "Enough!” she cried out.

  "Stay away from the Titaness, Raphaella," Khiershon snapped at her. "You know his plan and he is not to be thwarted."

  "I wasn't going to interfere with him. I was going to block your retrieval beam so the two of you weren't aiming at the same man at the same time and tear him apart during the retrieval," she complained and took one hand from her head and was shocked to see a trace of blood in her palm. It was hard communicating in this way with the Reaper.

  "You would have kept all knowledge of my bloodsire's closeness from me and mine from him!"

  Khiershon accused. "Where is your head, woman?"

  "I didn't want either of you to worry," Raphaella complained.

  "I will be guarding my bloodsire. You keep out of this!"

  Raphaella sensed him pulling free of her mind and stomped her foot in anger. How dare he give her orders when it was his life she was attempting to keep from harm's way?

  * * * *

  Dorrie put a hand on Cree's shoulder. “Well, what's he like?" Cree shook his head. “I won't know until I stand face to face with him."

  "It should be a relief to you that one of your bloodkin is safe from Multitude hands and in charge of his own destiny."

  "He would have attempted to extract the cadets,” Cree said. “The Daughters would have gone after him with everything they have and he might not have survived."

  "Just goes to show what kind of man he is,” Dorrie said.

  "Aye,” Cree agreed on a long sigh. “He is a brave man."

  "Like father, like son,” Dorrie repeated what Raphaella had said.

  Cree looked down at his hands and was stunned to find them shaking. It wasn't fear. He rarely felt that debilitating emotion and even when he did experience it, it wasn't for himself.

  "Is that the first time you've ever spoken to one of your bloodsons?” Dorrie asked softly.

  "Aye,” he said. “My heart was thundering in my chest, Dorrie."

  "More than likely his was, too,” she told him.

  He cocked his head to one side. “But I felt no anger,” he said. “There was no desire to do harm to him.” He looked at Dorrie. “I had no urge to fight with him. He showed only respect toward me. There was no hint of anger in him, only what I perceived to be admiration."

  "So the alpha wolf in you didn't feel like marking his territory and subduing the young pup?” she questioned.

  "No,” he said and his face was filled with surprise. “I felt no such need."

  "Did you have thoughts like that about Jaelin?” she queried. “A need to assert yourself over him?"

  The Prime Reaper thought about that and slowly shook his head. “No, I did not, but I wasn't willing to take a risk with his little life."

  "When we get home to Terra,” she said, “you can introduce your eldest to your youngest. Won't that be something?"

  A smile hovered on the Reaper's chiseled lips. “Aye,” he said so quietly it was but a breath of sound.

  “The gods willing I hope to do just that."

  Part Two

  Chapter Nine

  Tylan Kahn was nervous as the Vortex readied for its landing on Montyne Vex. He didn't know what was causing his uneasiness but it sat between his shoulders like a heavy, cold, soggy blanket. He shifted his body against the apprehension and turned to Tealson Hesar. “Are you scanning this planet?"

  Hesar nodded. “I'm getting a faint life sign from inside one of the caves. Whoever it is is dying."

  "'We can not hold mortality's strong hand',” the cybot who was rolling past spoke.

  "Shut the fuck up, ‘bot!” Kahn snapped.

  "'You do ill to teach the child such words',” Troi said with a sniff.

  "I'll teach you something with the toe of my boot if you don't shut up!” Kahn shouted.

  "'I'll note you in my book of memory'.” Troi mumbled.

  "Aye, you do that,” Kahn grumbled. “You worthless piece of shit."

  The men who had accompanied Kahn from Terra all looked toward the former Admiral of the Rysalian Fleet, but Kahn ignored them. Most were fond of the cybot the Prime Reaper had programmed long ago with the words from a famous Terran playwright. Only Kahn seemed irritated by the artificial intelligence unit's prattling.

  "What kind of life sign are you reading?” Kahn asked.

  "Female."

  "An Amazeen?” Lares Taborn questioned.

  "I can't tell that,” Hesar replied.

  "Any ships on the Vex?” Kahn asked.

  "'Ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be ... ‘"

  "Not another word, Troi,” Kahn warned. “Not one!"

  "'Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me',” Troi said on a long sigh.

  "Someone shut that gods-be-damned thing down!” Kahn shouted. “Now!"

  "'I must have liberty withal, as large a charter as the wind, to blow on whom I please',” Troi said as he rolled quickly away.

  "No ships, Sir,” Hesar answered as his fingers flew over the keys to put the cybot into hibernation mode.

  "'O, how full of briers is this working-day world!'” Troi put in before powering down.

  "Should we check on the woman?” Hern Belvoir asked, trying not to laugh.

  "Aye, we'll check,” Kahn said, concerned with the sour feeling in his gut. He looked at his navigator.

  “Land us near the fueling compound first."

  "Where is the fueling compound on the Vex?” Raine McGregor asked.

  "If it is still here,” Paegan Thorne replied, “it will be just beyond the largest plateau. It was well-hidden and can only be accessed by a Rysalian password."

  "Which is?” Lares demanded.

  Paegan turned to Kahn. “Sir, do you remember what it is?"

  Kahn jerked his head around, his eyes flaring. “How the hell would I know? I had never ventured past Diabolusia before we fled to Terra!"

  "Try stáisiún breosla ,” Alexi Noll spoke up, spelling the words. Noll had been the ranking Keeper on Kamerone Cree's ship and had made the trek to Terra many times. “Unless they've changed it since we left that was what it was when we'd refuel here on the way to Terra. Each Reaper had his own personal code for the station. That was Cree's."

  "And how do I access whatever I need to access that password, Noll?” McGregor growled.

  Noll grinned. “Allow me, Your Highness,” the ex-Keeper said and his fingers flew over the console.

  “There it is!"

  On the vid-screen, the men saw a large hatchway opening up ahead of them. As the hatch moved, black sand cascaded from the titanium surface of the two flanged portals and a tall kiosk rose up from the opening.

  "Let's hope there are still crystals in the kiosk,” Noll commented.

  Kahn got up from the command chair and began pacing. The apprehension that was burning a hole in his esophagus made him dig his fingernails into his palm. “Lock on to that female life sign. I'll investigate myself."

  Hesar turned to look at him. This was a Keeper's job—not the commander of the ship. “You don't want Noll or me to go?"

  "What did I say?” Kahn exploded.

  "Aye, aye, Sir!” Hesar said and locked on the feeble signal. “It is in the plateau, Admiral. I can transport it here if you like."

  "Well, I've no desire to trek into the plateau myself!” Kahn sneered.

  Taborn and McGregor exchanged a look. The two men were aristocrats, royalty on their own worlds of Necroman and Serenia. They had as much authority as did Kahn on the Vortex but it was Kahn who was leading the mission to rescue the Prime Reaper. For the last few hours, Kahn had been barking at everyone—including Taborn and McGregor—and neither man liked it.

  "Locking on,” Hesar said.

  A soft blue light pulsed on the transporter pad. When the light faded, a body laid sprawled face-down on the plexiform shield.

  "Barely alive,” Hesar reported.

  Kahn made no move toward the body. His hear
t was thudding so hard in his chest he was having trouble breathing. He could hear it pounding in his ears.

  Hern Belvoir and Andre Arbra hunkered down beside the body and gently turned the robe-clad body over.

  "Sweet Merciful Alel,” Belvoir whispered for he recognized the woman lying there. He looked up at Kahn. “It's Dr. Sejm."

  Kahn nodded. Somehow he'd known it was his surrogate mother and as much as he had always distrusted the Chalean woman, he felt a terrible sadness welling up inside him. She was the only mother he'd ever known and—in her way—she had shown him as much affection as she was capable of showing. She had made sure he had survived the virus that had killed almost the entire male population of Rysalia so in a strange way, she had given him life.

  Sejm's eyelids fluttered open. She was struggling to drag air into her lungs. When she saw the men standing over her, she whimpered.

  Kahn motioned Arbra and Belvoir away and he knelt down beside the dying woman. Very gently, he slid his arm under her back and lifted her, hoping to relieve some of the gasping that wracked her body.

  "Tylan,” she whispered and tried to lift a hand to touch his face, but her strength was rapidly fading.

  "What ails her, Hesar?” Kahn asked and felt tears gathering in his eyes.

  "Her body is cannibalizing itself,” Hesar said quietly. “Apparently she has had no food for nearly a week."

  "Where are the others?” Kahn asked. “Why are you here alone?"

  A smile tried to tug at Sejm's lips. “Your hero left me here to die,” she said, her voice cracking, barely audible.

  "Cree took your ship?"

  "My ship, my women,” Sejm whispered. “My life."

  "Where is he?"

  "On his way to hell, I hope,” Sejm said with her last breath. The air pushed out of her lungs and she lay with her eyes open, staring into whatever fate the goddess had in store for her.

  Kahn crouched with the body of his surrogate mother in his arms. He felt his heart squeezing in his chest and marveled that he could feel such sadness over a woman who had never really shown him that much affection. She had been an evil woman, full of hatred and spite and revenge. She had caused the death of hundreds of thousands of men. There had been no redeeming qualities about her.