Galactic - Ten Book Space Opera Sci-Fi Boxset

by Colin F. Barnes

  Rell's hands shook as flames streamed out of her hands. With a thrust of her arms, the flames burst out faster, holding back the water, but not stopping it.

  "What does the jewel do?" Rell yelled, jerking her head at a sapphire inlaid in the sword's cross guard.

  "Nothing. It's just decoration!" Torsten's thumb ran over the gem as he responded.

  His sword crackled with blue lasers, sizzling up the blade, and shooting out the tip at the dragzhi. The liquid dragzhi exploded, falling to the floor in green globs.

  Torsten laughed, uneasy. "What did Mellok do to this sword?" He held it up in the air, turning it around and gazing at it.

  "Whoa. Disgusting." Malia poked the dead dragzhi with the tip of her shotgun.

  Rutger stalked over to the control board. "Anyone know how to fly this thing?"

  "I think I do." Torsten stepped up next to Rutger, his fingers running over the touchscreen as if he was playing a keyboard. "I read about it in the archives. There was a similar board on the ship our people found buried in the desert fifty ago. This is more advanced, but it seems to be based on the same basic principles.

  The ship jerked. Rell grabbed onto Malia, who steadied herself against the wall until the ship settled.

  "Like I said," Torsten said with a nervous laugh, "I think I know."

  "Better you than me." Rutger walked over to a panel near the window. "This is weapons. I understand this. It's very similar to the tech we developed from their ship. Malia," he called over his shoulder. "Join me, my sweet."

  Malia winked at Rell and bounded up to Rutger, eager to test it out.

  Rell wandered over to Torsten. Nothing inside her gave her any clue how to fly the ship or use its weapons. "There isn't much I can do," she said. “I’m not familiar with any of this.”

  Torsten stopped fiddling with the touchscreen and turned to her. "Rell, let us take it from here. There's another battle ahead. This one could be more deadly. The dragzhi on Phoenix may have already overwhelmed our troops. We don't know what's coming next. You've been through so much. Rest."

  Rell gazed into Torsten's brown eyes. "I know. I think everything up until now has been easy compared to what we're about to face."

  "We may not make it out alive," Torsten said, his voice low.

  "Which is why I need to do this now, just in case." Rell stood on her tiptoes, grabbed Torsten's collar, and pulled him down so their noses were almost touching. She planted her lips on his in a kiss.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Torsten still couldn't believe she'd kissed him. It couldn't have come at a worse time. Rell walked away after she broke off the kiss, and Torsten had to force himself to focus on the control board in front of him.

  All he wanted was to chase her across the bridge and beg for another kiss, but first he had to figure out how to fly the damn dragzhi ship down the surface of Phoenix. Theory was one thing. Actually making it work would be a miracle.

  "Everyone ready?" Torsten asked.

  He rested his fingers on the cool screen. Depressing lightly, he moved the first two fingers of his left hand up, bringing the engines to full power. He spread the fingers of his right hand. The middle finger controlled speed. The ring finger controlled altitude. The pointer and pinky controlled movement from side to side. Moving them all together without jerking the ship around would be a challenge. It was probably much easier controlled by a flexible liquid dragzhi. Still, it was better than waiting to die.

  “Punch it, Torsten," Malia said.

  The engines roared to life. Torsten couldn't help smiling. He'd never craved a life outside of his books. But flying was something he'd dreamed about as a little boy. Though his dreams dealt more with exploration than annihilation. Still, maybe capturing this ship would lead to tech advances his people had only dreamed of.

  The ship lurched forward, Torsten attempting to control the bumpy ride with tiny alterations of his fingers. Too much pressure there. Too far to the right there. The ship made its way closer to the planet's atmosphere.

  "It's a good thing no one can see us," Rutger shouted. "It probably looks like a three-year-old is flying this bird."

  "You want to try?" Torsten asked.

  Rutger laughed. "No way! I don't know anything about it. As long as you get us down there alive, I promise I won't make another crack."

  The ship quaked as they entered the atmosphere. Torsten gritted his teeth, attempting to keep it steady. Only moments later and the view out the window was blue sky instead of black space.

  Torsten let out a whoop.

  "We're not there yet, flyboy," Rutger warned him. "Pay attention. You need to keep this bird steady while Malia and I shoot the dragzhi."

  "It's not far now." Rell sat down at a screen with a map of the planet below. Her finger rested on an image of the tower.

  "What is that?" Torsten asked. "Does the ship have a camera, too?"

  "No." Rell shook her head, biting her lip. "It's an illustrated map. There are missing parts, but they do have the tower and some of the parts of the city drawn. There are large black splotches over the parts they razed a few days ago. The dragzhi have been mapping Phoenix.”

  Torsten’s attention snapped back to the window. The map could wait. "Just tell me where to go, Rell." He wished he sounded more confident. Torsten had avoided ship tours as much as possible to hole up in the tower and study. He didn't even know most of the technical terms of the ship.

  "I see them!" Malia yelled over the rumble of the engines. "Permission to fire, sir."

  No one answered.

  "Torsten, I think she's talking to you," Rutger said.

  "Oh yeah, of course. Fire away, Malia. You too, Rutger." Torsten groaned inside. He was the worst leader, possibly in the history of humanity, to command a ship and its crew. Especially since the ship wasn't his and he'd just met most of the crew a few days ago.

  Torsten banked right, too hard, then left to compensate. Adrenaline pumped through him as he watched their ship’s fire hit a dragzhi, rock exploding in all directions.

  Humans scrambled for cover. All, except one. She stood out, her blond hair streaming in the wind as she stood steady, ready to fire at dragzhi who was bearing down on her.

  "Leila!" Torsten yelled. He banked left again to avoid her and came about, hovering, until they could see both Leila and the dragzhi once more.

  She fired, the blast from her gun knocking her backward onto her butt. The dragzhi staggered to the left, then the right, quickly regaining his balance. He lumbered toward Torsten's sister, his lithic arm outstretched, ready to pound her into the ground with a fist.

  The dragzhi ship jerked as Malia sent off a volley of shots toward it. The beast looked up at them, its eyes wide and surprisingly sad, before it exploded into a million pieces, raining rock on Leila.

  Torsten held the ship steady, waiting to see if his sister climbed out of the rubble.

  "Torsten!" Rutger yelled. "We need to kill the others. Move this baby. Now! Come on!"

  Torsten swung the ship around, surveying the rubble. There was no movement. His heart sank into his stomach. He forced his focus back to destroying the rest of the aliens. He wanted Leila to live, but not at the expense of every other human struggling to survive.

  Fire dragzhi undulated over the grass, dancing just above the blades. Torsten wondered if they would set fire to the earth if they walked on it. Maybe that was why they'd hidden underground in the volcano. He shook his head, marveling at the stark difference between them and the other dragzhi.

  Malia and Torsten continued to shoot at the rock dragzhi while Torsten maneuvered the ship over the battlefield. Where their shots fell short, the fire dragzhi closed in. Humans fired their weapons, aiming for the charkas. Death reigned over the battle, with casualties on all sides. Next to rock dragzhi bodies, there were broken humans, their limbs askew, holes in their chests, or their necks broken.

  The dragzhi didn't take prisoners. All they wanted was death. Torsten hated reciprocating th
eir violence, but it was kill or be killed, and he would be damned if he'd let them win. Not after what they'd done to their city, Hadar. So many dead. And for what?

  Torsten's fingers flew over the console. With every passing second, he felt more comfortable at the helm, darting in and out of the battle with ease. Rell didn't even need to shout directions to him anymore. Torsten blocked out all but the scene through the window before him. He would take down every last rock dragzhi.

  The faster they killed the rocks, the sooner he could find Leila.

  Torsten swung around again, heading for the main fray. His heart pounded. He swallowed hard. If they were too far away from the action, their shots might go wild and hit humans. Torsten needed to get close enough for Malia and Rutger to aim true.

  He hit the thrusters and pulled in closer. Out the window, the battle raged on. Humans ducked while shooting, trying desperately to defeat the rock dragzhi. They darted left and right, stumbling over each other.

  They were too tightly knit together. Torsten didn't know how to get a clearer shot for Malia and Rutger.

  The ship rocked to the side.

  "Steady, Torsten!" Rutger said, angry.

  "It wasn't me," Torsten said.

  "I'll check it out." Rell stood.

  The ship heaved again. Something pounded on it from underneath.

  Torsten backed away from the battle as the thumping continued. Then he saw it. A bunch of rock dragzhi had piled upon one another until they stood four times higher than normal. They were hitting the underbelly of the ship.

  "Get us out of here," Rutger yelled.

  Torsten's fingers danced over the console, jerking back and forth. Panic stole his rhythm. The pounding continued until a wretched screech replaced it. The ship bounced around, the air playing with it like a child tossing a ball into the wind.

  "We're going down," Torsten yelled. He reached out for Rell, who hadn’t made it off the bridge.

  Her hand slipped into his, her fingers gripping his hand tightly. Rutger fell to the side, landing in Malia's strong arms. They held each other, grasping onto a bar on the wall. The ship quivered as it ripped apart at the seams.

  Torsten cursed himself. Of course the rock dragzhi would have known exactly where to hit the ship. They had traveled to Phoenix in it. Torsten felt the fool for pulling up so close and allowing them to get near him.

  Rell's eyes were wide. For the first time, after everything they'd been through, Torsten saw fear in her eyes. He held her close, bracing against the console. Up until recently, she'd weathered every unknown moment through her faith. Holding it close, she'd known no matter what happened, she'd be in the arms of her gods at the end. But now? She no longer seemed sure of herself.

  Torsten wished he could help her, somehow restore some of the calm to her demeanor. He knew how horrible life could be. He also knew if they lived, there would be joy again on the other side. He wanted to give that gift to Rell, but in the final moments of the crash, he could do nothing more than hold her close and try to protect her head when the ship drove into the ground.

  Torsten tumbled to the floor, his arms around Rell like a vice. He would never let her go. Not until the last breath escaped from his lips.

  They ricocheted from one wall to another, their bodies slamming against the metal. Something popped. Torsten’s eyes were sewn shut from the force of the impact. He only knew Rell lived because her grip around his waist was as tight as his.

  The ship jerked one last time, coming to rest in its grave. Torsten opened his eyes. The nose of the ship jutted into the earth. He and Rell were braced against the console, the floor no longer under them, but next to them like a wall.

  "Are you okay?" he whispered.

  Rell nodded. A small stream of blood dripped down her face. Torsten wiped it away with his thumb. "I don't see a wound."

  Rell reached up, her hand trembling. "It's coming from your head. Your hair, it's soaked."

  Torsten smiled. "It's okay. Head wounds bleed profusely. I feel okay."

  Rell nodded again, as if she'd lost the ability to say any more.

  "Rutger? Malia?" Torsten called out.

  "Here," a weak Malia responded. "We're on the window. The glass has shattered. I don't know how long it'll hold. Torsten, if we move, it might break, and then we'll fall out of the ship. I can't reach anything from where we are. I don't know how to get us out of this. Rutger is out cold." Her voice shook.

  "I'll get you out of there," Torsten yelled back. "Stay here. Don't move," he said to Rell.

  Again, she nodded, her body quivering against the console.

  "I'll get them to safety, and I'll come back for you." He leaned down, his lips close to hers and hesitated. Maybe she'd only kissed him by accident. Maybe she wouldn't want to again.

  Rell lifted her head, pecking Torsten on the lips. She settled back down with a small smile. "Go. I'll be fine."

  Torsten pulled himself up and looked over the console. Malia had assessed their situation well. Malia and Rutger lay, their arms tangled around each other, in the middle of a spider web of broken glass. Worse, Torsten could see a pool of blood underneath Rutger. Malia had said he was unconscious. Torsten just hoped his new friend was still alive.

  He decided to rescue Malia first, then Rutger.

  "Malia, you need to carefully move your arm out from under Rutger. Slowly. If the glass cracks further, stop."

  Malia nodded. Her shoulder moved ever so slightly as she pulled her arm out from underneath Rutger. The man stirred.

  "Stop!" Torsten was relieved to see proof that Rutger was alive. If he moved too much, the glass could shatter. "Tell Rutger not to move."

  Malia whispered in Rutger's ear. Torsten saw Rutger's lips move in assent.

  "Change of plans," Malia called up. "You're taking Rutger first. He's too hurt to help himself if the glass shatters. I'm alert enough to have a chance.” Malia slipped her belt out of her belt loop, then did the same to Rutger's. She tied them together, tossing them up to Torsten with a practiced arm.

  He reached out, catching them on the first try. Then he removed his own belt and attached it to theirs. He dangled it down, but it wasn't nearly close enough to reach his friends. He watched helplessly as the glass creaked underneath them. Torsten was out of ideas.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Torsten leaned over the console, dangling the chain of belts as far as he could. It just wouldn't reach far enough. "Don't move," he called to Malia as he sank next to Rell.

  "Take mine." Rell fumbled at the long rope around her waist. Her robe billowed out as she handed Torsten the rope.

  "Thank you. I hope it's enough." His fingers fumbled as he tried tying the rope to one end of the belt chain.

  Rell laid her hand on his. "Let me." She took the two and tied them together with deft fingers. "I'm sorry I haven't been much help. I don't know anything about flying a ship or shooting a gun."

  "It's fine." Torsten said. "Really. We had it covered. You’ve done so much, Rell. More than any of us.” He leaned back over the console.

  Rell's arms snaked around his legs. "I won't let you fall."

  "Thanks." Torsten dangled the rope down to Malia. She grabbed it with one hand. Malia pinched Rutger’s cheek until his eyes snapped open.

  "You need to wake up enough to get your butt out of here. Now hold onto this rope with all of your strength." Malia looped the rope around Rutger's wrists.

  Rutger sat up, gripping the rough fabric in his hands. He looked up to Torsten and nodded.

  Torsten pulled, hand over hand, as Rutger began to rise. Malia was pushing him from underneath. Torsten knew at some point she wouldn't be able to reach Rutger and he would have to lug the man up on his own. Luckily Rell was hanging on tight to his legs. They could do this. They had to.

  Gritting his teeth, Torsten slowly drew Rutger toward him. Finally, they were close enough for Torsten to reach out for Rutger's arm. One final pull and Rutger was draped over the console. Rell's arms unwo
und from Torsten's legs and reached up for Rutger. Torsten carefully lowered him down to her.

  Torsten leaned over the edge again. "Ready?" he called out to Malia, who still sat on the broken glass. She gave him a thumbs up.

  As Torsten lowered the rope, the glass crackled underneath Malia, spidering in a thousand narrow rivulets. It shattered, dropping out from underneath her.

  "Ahhhh!" she screamed.

  Torsten flung himself over the edge. Rell grabbed his legs before Torsten was airborne. He flung the rope down to Malia at the same time. She reached up, just grabbing the end of it.

  "Both hands!" Torsten yelled.

  Malia hung from the rope, a determined look on her face. She clenched her jaw, shooting her free hand up to the rope.

  Torsten rocked with the effort, grateful Rell had a good grip on him. He pulled, hand over hand, just as he had with Rutger. His muscles screamed for relief, but he wouldn't stop until Malia was safe. With every tug on his end, Malia climbed the rope. Torsten was thrilled she had the strength to climb. His arms shook, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold her.

  When Malia reached the bridge again, she used her feet to brace herself on the floor as she climbed up.

  When she was near the top, Torsten let out a sigh. It was almost over. All four of them would be safe. Then a loud groan echoed in the bridge. The ship tilted to the right. Malia slammed into the floor, hitting her elbow with a loud grunt.

  "You're almost there. Come on, don't give up," Torsten said. He wrapped the last belt around his hand. The leather cut into his flesh, sending a burning sensation along his palm. Still, he steadied the rope. "Move, Malia. Now!"

  She glared at him. "Don't you think I'm trying? Just keep the ship from heaving again."

  "I'll try." Torsten gave a little laugh. He hoped they would all come out of it and tell this story around a campfire someday.

  Malia began climbing again, favoring her left elbow. She winced with every tug, but kept going until she reached the console. Torsten slung his arms under her armpits, pulling her up the rest of the way. They collapsed next to Rell and Rutger, their backs against the side of the console.