I couldn’t allow it.
The tent had no sides, leaving the women as exposed as cattle at an open market. Quietly, avoiding the guard at the front of the tent, I hid behind a stack of boxes on the far side. “I can set you free,” I whispered to a brunette woman nearby. She wore a military uniform and looked lost in thought. I hoped she was the type who could lead.
She glanced over at me and immediately dropped her head down. “Mmmhmm,” she hummed.
Good. She knew better than to draw attention to me.
“Are you all chained together?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“Is the chain connected to a pole or any other anchor?”
She didn’t answer. That was a no.
“Perfect,” I said. “My name is Terra Lynch. I was Commander of the Fortuna before it fell. You can trust me. I’ll be back soon. Be ready.”
“Mmmhmm.”
Retreating to my glider, knowing the smuggler was out gathering whiskey from the distillery, I gathered my thoughts. It wouldn’t be enough to free the women if the Surtu would just capture them again. I had to get them to safety, but I didn’t know how or where. We were deep inside the base.
I leaned against the wall of the glider. The situation seemed hopeless. It would take a miracle to get the women out. I tapped my hand against the wall, thinking, and then I stopped.
Maybe not a miracle. Maybe just a glider.
I hurried to the dashboard of the glider, my mind racing. The ship was small, the size of four buses, maybe five, but it could accommodate the women in the tent. I was no pilot, but learning to fly had been part of my training for the Fortuna. The glider was Surtu designed, but the science of flying was the same everywhere in the universe. Physics didn’t change from planet to planet. Bellona had flown Jidden’s ship out of the Fortuna with ease. I had to try, and I had to do it now, during the day, while there was the distraction of the war.
Preparing myself, I took a moment to study the dashboard. The technology was very simple. It made sense. In war, pilots didn’t need to be distracted with buttons. They needed to focus on their mission, be it hauling cargo or firing down on enemy lines.
“Nelti, help us,” I said, realizing the irony of praying to a Surtu warrior goddess. I did not want to pray to the goddess Fortuna. I had failed her. She would not grant me her luck. But now that my light bond with Jidden made me of the Surtu, I hoped Nelti would listen, because all hell was about to break loose.
I lifted the glider off the ground and hovered above the rest of the ships inside the Surtu base. The glider swayed slightly, tilting the way Telki had when he was drunk. Below me, a soldier waved his hands frantically in the air and mouthed imbecile. He must not have been able to see who was piloting otherwise he’d be doing a lot more than waving his hands. After some maneuvering, I stabilized the glider and circled above the base until I spotted the tent with the women below me.
I lowered the glider over the boxes next to the tent, assuming it was a warehouse, and I opened the loading door. The women were ready. They ran to me as quickly as their chains allowed. The soldier guarding the tent pointed his blaster at them and yelled for them to stop, but he didn’t fire. I knew he wouldn’t. Women weren’t to be killed. I lifted away as soon as the last woman was on board; the loading door was still open.
Other soldiers came and fired on us. They tried to disable our ship, but I flew high and fast, further than their blasters could reach. From my vantage point, I saw a nature reserve in the far distance. I steered there with the aim of setting the glider down in the thick woods.
I heard a loud thud from the back, and the woman I had spoken to earlier joined me at the dashboard, swinging a piece of chain around her wrist. “Are you Terra Lynch?” she asked.
“I am,” I answered.
“I thought you were dead.”
I huffed. “Ghosts can’t pilot gliders.”
“No,” she agreed, turning to the monitors. “They can’t.”
“Is anyone following us?” I asked, my focus on the nature reserve ahead.
“Strangely enough, no.”
It didn’t worry me. I considered it fortunate. “The pilots are probably too busy fighting on the front lines. A major city won’t fall easily.”
“No,” the woman said with pride. “It won’t.”
“What happened to you?”
“There’s a small town not far from where the Surtu base is. My unit was in the middle of evacuating the town when the Surtu invaded. The women here – we were claimed and placed in that purgatory of a tent.”
“And the men?”
Her face turned to steel. “Gone.”
“The children?”
“The soldiers sent them away, but I don’t know where. I’ve heard a rumor that the Surtu have set up schoolhouses where they’re indoctrinating children to the Surtu propaganda. The boys will grow up to become loyal slaves, and the girls will grow up to become brides.”
“At least they’re alive. It’s better than the alternative.” A thought came to me. “You said you thought I was dead. Do you know where the Fortuna women are?”
“No,” the woman answered. “I know of you because there is a story going around.” She hesitated.
“Go on,” I urged.
“I’ve heard that the women of the Fortuna escaped with the help of a Surtu soldier who turned on his people. A soldier who was light bonded to the Commander.”
“The story is true,” I said, wondering how the word had spread so quickly. It gave me hope that my sisters had landed safely on Earth. Maybe they had spread the tale.
The woman was astounded. “So you are light bonded?”
“Yes.”
“You are the only one.”
It was my turn to be in shock. “But you said they claimed some women.”
The woman continued to flip through the monitors, scanning for other ships that may be trailing us. “I said we were in purgatory. I don’t think the Surtu thought Earth would resist as much as we have. They’ve realized that many of their men may die. They do not want women to be light bonded to a dead soldier, so they have postponed all light bonding ceremonies until after the war.”
“Are we winning?” I asked, unsure if I wanted to hear the answer.
“No,” the woman said solemnly. “We are resisting, but we are not winning. The Surtu have powers that we do not. They can heal themselves.”
“And they can move things with their mind,” I added.
“I didn’t know that,” she said, but she didn’t sound surprised.
We arrived at the nature reserve. I dropped the glider down into a meadow and let the women off, a new plan forming in my mind. “I’m going to continue flying,” I told them. “If they trace the glider, it will set them off-course. Find safety. You’re in good hands.”
“May Fortuna smile upon you,” she said before guiding the women into the cover of the woods.
Flying away, I realized I hadn’t learned her name. It probably wouldn’t be the first time. War was like that – people passed in and out of each other’s lives like fingers strumming down the strings of a harp. Names weren’t necessary in war, just the safety of the people who bore the names.
I flew for the remainder of the day and through the night, finally landing when I saw the dawn illuminating more wilderness at the base of a mountain, far from where I’d left the women. Tired, I set the glider down for the final time, and I stepped out into the early light, my feet surrounded by tall grass and wildflowers.
Since tucking myself away into the crate of empty whiskey bottles, my mind had been focused on my escape, and then those of the women in the tent, but now I could embrace the moment. I was finally free.
And I was back on Earth. Strangely serene, I looked up at the blue sky – the beautiful blue sky. I hadn’t seen it in years. Why did people always turn to the stars for beauty when there was so much of it on Earth? I inhaled deeply, taking in the fresh air. It felt good, a lot more wholesome than t
he recycled air of the space station.
I started to walk, needing to build distance between myself and the glider. The slippers of my Surtu uniform sank eagerly into the soil as I trudged along. If I could live the rest of my life like this – a recluse out in the woods – I would. It would be a happy life.
But I couldn’t. I would not let my training go to waste. I would honor Gallia by doing my part to save my people. Maybe along the way, I would find the others.
And Jidden.
Thinking of him made my heart ache, so I focused on my trek. I did not know where I was or where I headed. I simply followed the creeks and springs away from the mountain, watching the narrow waters trickle downhill. In time, I came upon a patch of perse-thistle. I crushed the fresh purple leaves in my hand and sprinkled water over them, forming a paste that I spread into my mousy brown roots. An hour later, I washed it out, flipping my hair against the radiance of the sun.
I was no longer a slave. I was Nightshade once more. Even with Bellona’s nickname, I was still me. I was just more me than I had been before, summoning a fierceness from within.
My feet hurt. The slippers I wore had fallen apart long ago. Their soles were barely able to keep away the twigs and rocks of the woods. I continued, knowing I did not have much further to go before I broke through the tree line. The brush was becoming less dense, and the leaves on the trees were dry, having no shield from the sun.
I didn’t know how long I had walked. A week, maybe? That seemed right. I had eaten nuts and berries and drank creek water. The night was a blanket, the day my inspiration. Survival in the woods was inconvenient but manageable. However, I was relieved when I pushed aside the last tree branch and stepped out into the open.
My relief was short lived. Voices echoed across the grassy field before me, and I scurried back behind the trees and ducked behind the brush, watching the area through the thorns. A pair of Surtu soldiers patrolled the area. Their voices drew closer until they stood before me, wearing black uniforms that matched my own. Theirs were clean and starched. Mine was worn and muddy. This camp was not at the front line of a battle. If a base was near, it was for intelligence and preparation, not fighting.
I held my body still, becoming one with the woods around me. Thankfully, my eyes were as brown as the thorns that shielded them and my hair as dark as the leaves of autumn. Still, my camouflage wasn’t enough against the powers of the Surtu mind. They had powers I was still trying to grasp. They had kept them well hidden on the Fortuna so Earth would underestimate them when they attacked.
“I sense something near,” one of the soldiers proclaimed.
“It’s probably just a deer,” another said, a skinny male much smaller than his companion. “There’s no one out there. No one knows we’re here.”
“No, I can–”
“You can keep walking is what you can do,” the skinny soldier said, and he pushed the other forward. “I’m starved.”
“You always feel hungry,” the other grumbled. “You eat, but you have no meat.”
“My mother got the disease when I was still in her stomach. I may not be a fatso like you, but I’m strong. And I need food to feed my muscles, so move along!”
“I’m no fatso,” the other soldier protested, but they resumed their patrol.
I remained frozen, trying to push down my paranoia. As they walked away, I was certain the skinny soldier had glanced behind his shoulder and looked directly at me.
When night came, I climbed to the highest tree branch. I needed to see the stars, but I did not want to risk the open field. Based on the constellations in the sky, I was close to the winter plains, within reach of the big cities but far from the desert where my family lived.
As much as I yearned to go home, it wasn’t the time to do so. By now, Captain Fore would have learned of my escape from the Fortuna, and he would have heard of the women saved from the northern base. They would track me. If I went home, I’d lead the Surtu, and their vengeance, straight to my family.
I would have to wait for a safer time if such a thing existed during the Surtu occupation.
There were more than stars above me. Little lights spun around the oily sky. They were ships in the heat of battle. Hundreds of space stations circled the Earth. They were fighting the Surtu from the sky while we fought on the ground.
Smoke rose nearby. The Surtu base was closer than I thought. It was useless backtracking into the woods. I had to move forward. That would mean snaking along the base. It would be difficult to conceal myself when there was nothing but grassland around. The night provided the best cover, so I climbed down from the tree and stepped out into the open field, the shadow of darkness my only protection from the Depraved.
I moved swiftly, my footsteps silent, my ears open. I made less noise than a breeze as I glided across the grass. When I saw the first lights near the Surtu base, I swerved to the right, heading away from it. Unfortunately, the path took me straight to a cliff.
I’d have to travel closer to the base than I wanted. Using the lights of the base as my guide, I stayed far away, orbiting the base like Pluto did the Sun, a being of ice trying not to get burned.
The trouble with the night was that, though it masked my movements from the Surtu, it also masked their movements from me. I did not see the soldier on patrol, nor did I hear him until he turned on the light of his torch, illuminating me from several feet away.
“Stop!” he commanded, but I ran off.
He followed me, yelling into his communicator. I continued to run, but in the grassy field, there was nowhere to hide. I was agiler than the soldier chasing me, but I couldn’t outrun the hover bikes that cut me off. I turned, prepared to face the chasm over slavery, but a soldier on a hover bike grabbed the back of my uniform and jumped off his vehicle to pull me to the ground.
“Got you,” he said gleefully. “And it looks like I’m not the first.” He turned to the other soldiers. “She’s wearing our uniform. She’s a runaway.”
I had been wrong about the Surtu base. It was no base at all. It was a camp, a mechanical side venture where the fixed hover bikes and repaired armor. No wonder the soldiers here were clean-cut. They had only tasted grease, not blood.
Just like on the command center, I was once again the only woman around. Without the glory of the front lines, these soldiers had no one to claim. Not yet. They were probably waiting for their fellow soldiers to die off in battle so that they could find their mates. To them, women were pieces of meat for vultures to feed on.
“It’s my lucky day,” the soldier said. He pushed me into a tent. “I’ve been itching for a ride.”
“You can ride yourself,” I spat. “I’ve been claimed.”
I did not want to say light bonded. If what I’d learned was accurate, Jidden and I were the only alien pair light bonded since the human women from the colony were taken hostage sixty years earlier. If I told the soldiers I was light bonded, it would give away my identity. They would take me straight back to Captain Fore, whose punishment would be brutal.
“Like I care,” he said, stepping towards me.
His comrade grabbed his arm. “It’s against the law. She’s not worth your life.”
“I’m sick of this! We came here to mate with the women, but we’ve been here for months, and not one of us has been allowed to pull his cock out.”
“As soon as we win the war, that’s all we’ll be doing.”
It sickened me to listen to them. It reminded me just how much Earth had to lose if we lost. Our men would be dead. Our women would have their integrity stripped from them. And our children would grow up brainwashed, believing that cruelty was in everyone’s best interest. Our military needed a new strategy.
The skinny soldier I’d seen in the field earlier suddenly appeared in the tent. He looked at me as if I were something vile, as if I were the Depraved.
“Send her to me,” he instructed, rubbing his nose. “I’ll get her to talk.” Then he left.
“I ho
pe you like having your fingernails pinched off,” the first soldier said smugly. “Kist is known for his personal brand of torture.”
They led me to a chair tucked behind a graveyard of vehicles destroyed by the war. Kist waited for me. A table of tools was laid out before him; he appeared to be a doctor preparing for surgery. I may be Nightshade, but I wasn’t invincible.
Watching Kist handle the tools made me tremble with fear. I tried to hold it in and remain brave before my enemies, but I was shaking in my chair. I knew the Surtu would do everything in their power not to kill women. I never considered they’d find torturing them acceptable.
Tell them you’re light bonded, that you’re one of them, I pleaded with myself. Then they can’t hurt you.
I remained silent. The torture might hurt, but it was better than life as a slave to Captain Fore.
Kist turned around, a pair of pliers in his bony hands. “Leave,” he instructed the soldier who’d brought me here. “You know I like to work alone.”
“Gladly,” the soldier mumbled. “It’s torture to watch.” He laughed as he left, finding amusement in his joke.
I did not see the humor.
Kist moved slowly towards me, taking his time. As soon as he knew the soldier was gone, he set the pliers in the palm of my hand. “Scream,” he ordered.
“I won’t play your sick game,” I protested, unable to take my eyes off the pliers.
“It’s no game,” he said. “If you want your freedom, scream.”
He wasn’t speaking from a place of insanity. He was quite serious, almost pleading. So I obliged. I thought of every beating Captain Fore had given me on the Fortuna, and I screamed. It felt good, if not for my current circumstance.
Kist shook his head. “Damn, girl. That was good.”
To say I was confused was an understatement. “What are you doing?” I whispered, realizing the soldier was more than he seemed.
“I’m saving you,” he replied.
My trust didn’t come that cheap. I was suspicious. “Why? I can’t offer you anything.”
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