The Cagliostro Chronicles

by Ralph L. Angelo Jr.

“Talk about a close call…” Eddie murmured.

  “You know Johnson,” Abruzzi interrupted, “If you have little secrets that the government shouldn’t know about, you shouldn’t be bringing them out in the open when one of the leaders of the military is sitting behind you.”

  “Doesn’t much matter, sir,” Mark turned to face him, smirking, “You’re as much of a fugitive right now as we are.”

  “Yes. I know Johnson, but if we get through this all, we may end up on opposite sides of something some time from now. I’m a loyal American, son, always bear that in mind when speaking around me.”

  “General, we all are, everyone here I mean,” the crew looked at Abruzzi and nodded seriously.

  “Glad to hear it son, I didn’t have any doubts either, just in case you were wondering.” The big, white haired, old man shifted in his seat, his mustache moving upon his upper lip as he inhaled hard.

  “No issue here, General, just sit back and enjoy the show.”

  Mark called up a virtual control panel and began adjusting controls as the Cagliostro streaked towards Earth. They were well beyond the blockade now. Mark hit a few last buttons and adjusted a virtual dial.

  “We’re coming into weapons range of the satellite net now Mark.” Red pronounced.

  “All right Red, thank you. We should be good to go at this point. Stay your course Mr. Sledge, the one I just programmed in. Make sure we drop out of hyper-warp before we hit the atmosphere. Too long an exposure will burn us up like paper in fire.”

  “Dropping out now Chief,” Dan replied.

  The Cagliostro slowed gracefully, though if one were looking at the view screen it seemed the Earth suddenly appeared on the monitor, seemingly from nowhere. Everyone on the command deck, except for Mark, inhaled sharply at the sight of the Earth suddenly just appearing there.

  Mark simply smiled.

  Dan adjusted his controls, eased the ship past the satellites in orbit and down towards the Earth. Once past, Mark again punched in commands on his control panel and then shut it down. The virtual control panel faded from view as if it was never there.

  “What just happened?” Eddie asked.

  “I shut down their sensor arrays. Then, once we were past them, I turned them back on,” Mark smiled.

  “So you have the codes to shut down our entire defensive network? I don’t like that one bit, Johnson,” the General grunted.

  “General, it was a one time, one use fail safe. I can’t do it again. Now that I turned them all back on, their codes shuffled and I have no idea what they are.”

  Abruzzi leaned back in his seat once more, scowling.

  “Mark, the coordinates that you punched in here are taking us directly to the Blue Ridge mountain range. It’s going to be a little tough to hide a thousand foot long starship there, or even to find a landing spot,” Red began.

  “Yes Mr. Robinski, I am aware of that.”

  “You may be aware of that, but what are you going to do about it?” Red retorted.

  “Working on it Red, relax a moment.” Mark stood from his seat, took a step forward and knelt lower above Dan’s control panel next to the big man.

  “Right there,” he pointed at a spot on Sledge’s control panel. Dan nodded as the ship slowed and descended towards it all but silently.

  An instant later the Cagliostro touched to the ground, seemingly as light as a feather.

  “Activating reflective skin,” Red announced.

  “Reflective what?” the General asked, obviously annoyed.

  Mark turned toward him and replied lightly, it’s experimental, General. It is something I haven’t perfected yet.”

  “Well it sounds like it could mean invisibility on the battlefield or something like it.”

  “ ‘Something like it’ is a better approximation, at least right now. It reflects our surroundings back upon the ships hide. It works better at night but not at all in space, where I was hoping it would work. I have to perfect it yet, so that’s why as of now it is not for sale. Once it’s perfected, you’ll hear about it, General.”

  Abruzzi nodded.

  “So what now Mark?” Red asked.

  “Now we raid an enemy base, and seek to save the President, who should be buried and hidden here underground.”

  “I don’t think you should use the word ‘buried’ right now, Mark,” Eddie smirked.

  “Yeah you are right Eddie, but let’s get our acts together people, on the ground in three minutes.” He tapped a button on his just re-appeared virtual control panel and spoke into a microphone that appeared there. “Secondary command crew to the command deck.”

  The primary command crew stood and flexed stiff muscles, exiting the deck as the secondary crew took their places. Mark looked on as a young man entered the command deck, smiled somewhat nervously, nodded to him and then took the Captain’s chair. His mind drifted back to his young protégé and friend, the murdered Miles Jefferson in remorse. Now this young man sat in the command chair nodding stoically at Mark. Mark vowed silently that the same fate would not befall this brave young man.

  “Mr. Marek, good to see you up and about,” Mark chided, “Take care of my bird while I’m gone, and do not, I repeat, do not get a scratch on her gleaming hide, am I clear?”

  He finished with a smile.

  Marek smiled cautiously, not knowing if Mark was joking with him or not, and nodded, “Nothing to worry about sir. I’ll guard her with my life.”

  “Don’t do anything stupid. Seriously, Matt.” Johnson replied. “If you see any trouble get her out of here, and up into space, as fast as possible.”

  “What about y’all?” Matt Marek asked with a slight southern drawl.

  “Don’t worry about us. The ship is the important thing.”

  “Whatever you say, boss.” The young man replied nervously.

  Mark headed towards the maglovator before turning back to the man who sat in the command chair, “Don’t sweat it, kid, you’ll do fine.”

  Marek nodded, and then Mark stepped into the maglovator and was gone.

  ***

  The crew exited the great ship, which sat in a clearing. The reflective skin mirrored the ship’s surroundings and the ship seemed to be effectively hidden. Mark, Ariel, Red, Dan and Eddie began silently walking up an incline. Ariel had already mentally linked them all upon exiting the ship.

  ‘Does this look familiar?’ Mark asked through the link.

  ‘Yeah it does,’ replied Red, ‘They terraformed that area to look like this back on that desert world.’

  He was, at that point, trudging up the mountain, followed by Dan and Eddie. All were armed, with Red carrying his preferred weapon, the hand held cannon he had used on the space station. Dan carried two energy pistols, and Eddie held an energy rifle as he scanned ahead of them and to the sides. Mark walked in the back of the pack with Ariel.

  ‘Are you ‘hearing’ anything yet?’ Mark asked Ari as they made their way upwards.

  ‘Just our thoughts, no one else’s,’ she replied.

  ‘Well if this plays to form, we should be near enough to our entrance any second now. Anyone see, hear or even smell anything?’

  ‘There has to be guards out here,’ Red broadcasted mentally.

  ‘I know, it don’t make sense that there isn’t,’ Dan replied.

  Mark’s hand scanner was still reading all clear.

  “You are all under arrest,” a familiar amplified voice boomed out around them, “Stay where you are, and you will not be harmed.”

  ‘Ari,’ Mark warned through the psychic link, ‘tell the Cag to get out of here.’

  ‘Already done, I screamed it in Marek’s mind the instant that voice boomed out.’

  Behind them, a flash of light disappearing into the sky was the only remnant of the Cagliostro’s silent departure.

  ‘Now we’re really on our own,’ Eddie mentally murmured.

  “You five will come with me.” A voice intruded on their thoughts. They turned toward the soun
d of that voice as it exited a camouflaged bunker door, with a dozen troops, all with weapons drawn.

  Dan was the first to react, “It’s that guy again, the purple skinned lettuce head from that desert planet.”

  “No, it’s not,” Mark corrected, “It’s another just like him.”

  “Very astute, Mr. Johnson. My ‘brother’ as it were is one of many of us who are in command of these facilities across the galaxy.

  The uniformed alien stood facing them, with his hands behind his back, as he continued to speak.

  But Ariel wasn’t looking at this man. She was staring at the creature behind him. The Quel met her gaze unemotionally. She locked her eyes with those of the mental parasite, and stared unwaveringly at him.

  “You will all come with me now. Your interrogations will begin immediately.” The purple skinned alien announced as they were led through the doorway into the concrete bunker and down steps made of the same material.

  He turned towards Mark and pointed, “We will begin with you.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Mark Johnson knelt on the ground, his hands tied behind his back, and spat blood out of his mouth. As he did, the big alien before him punched him across the jaw once again, knocking him back to the cold, hard, cement floor. He grunted as two more lettuce heads—as the rest of his crew called them—reached over and pushed him back to a kneeling position. Mark spit blood directly at his tormentor this time, as the big salad head reared back for another punch.

  “Enough.” A voice called out, and slowly the owner of that voice, the purple skinned lettuce headed alien that had been in command of the group that had grabbed them outside this underground compound walked into the light from behind the tormentor. “This will go so much easier on you, Mr. Johnson, if you simply tell us what we want to know. Where are your worlds ship emplacements in space, what is the code that shuts down the defense satellite network, and finally, where is your ship?”

  Mark spat blood once again, and then smiled. “Let’s be perfectly clear about this ‘Radicchio head’, if I knew any of those things, which I really do not, I wouldn’t tell you. You can kill me, you’ll never get anything out of me, because A) I really don’t know anything you’re asking me, and B) as far as I’m concerned you can really go screw off. I’m never going to be a traitor to not only my nation but my world as well. Kill me now. Nothing is ever going to change my answer.”

  The alien, instead of looking angry or non-plussed merely shrugged his shoulders and spoke simply, “We shall see.”

  He turned back and walked outside the cell area. “Bring the girl.”

  Mark knew this was coming, it was only a matter of time. Two more salad heads dragged Ariel in. Her beautiful face was bruised and blood dripped from her mouth as well. Her sleeves and uniform top were torn.

  Mark stood up, despite the bonds on his hands and feet, “You bastards.” He grunted as she fell towards him, barely conscious. He moved under her, catching her weight between his neck and his shoulder, then slowly he collapsed to the ground, easing her down.

  “We shall leave you both alone for a while. You see Mr. Johnson, my dinner is being served, and I do not want it to be cold.” The salad head in charge commented as he walked out of the cell, the three interrogators followed him with the laser grid activating behind them as they walked out silently and disappeared down the hallway.

  Mark cradled Ariel’s head on his shoulder as she moaned quietly.

  “This is another fine mess you’ve gotten me into, Johnson,” she smiled as best she could.

  “Stop it,” he chastised. “You’re hurt, badly enough that I’m very worried right now.

  “Iss only a scratch.” She hissed through bloody teeth, matching his own, as her eyes closed and she mercilessly, quietly passed out.

  ‘We’re in trouble.’ Mark thought to himself. ‘But I refuse to give in, or surrender. We’ll get out of this one, the only question is how?’

  ***

  Ninety three million miles away—give or take a few—the Cagliostro hid behind the Sun. Using the giant stars radiations to mask its presence from the war ships that now hurtled towards Earth in search of the star cruiser and its crew. Matt Marek sat nervously in the command chair, as several officers awaited his commands.

  “Any of you have any type of suggestion that might save them without us getting our heads blown off?” Marek asked.

  “I have one,” a new voice intruded as its owner entered the command deck from the maglovator. Marek turned and saw Reynolds standing there, the auburn haired scientist who had argued with Eddie and Red aboard the Stargrazer. “Surrender.”

  “Are you nuts lady?” Marek replied, his voice one step below a shout. “After everything we’ve been through and everything this crew has seen you want us just to surrender and turn the ship over to a bunch of alien thugs? What’s gotten into you?”

  She smiled at him then answered, “I’m not asking you to surrender, I’m telling you.” Before Marek could reply, she pulled a blaster from behind her back and fired in one smooth motion catching him square in the chest. He moaned as he dropped to the floor, his chest smoldering where the blaster had hit. Instantly she waved the blaster around the room freezing everyone in sight.

  “You,” She nodded towards the pilot, “Turn this ship around and get us back to Earth. Go directly to the facility where this ship was built. People will be awaiting its return to take charge of it. Do it, or you’re going to join him in the afterlife.”

  Behind her the maglovator door opened, she spun towards the sound, pistol whipping into position to fire as a beefy fist launched out at her jaw, knocking her to the ground and unconscious in one blow. Her pistol clattered to the ground as the command crew sprang into action. General Abruzzi looked down at the young woman at his feet disdainfully as he rubbed his fist.

  “Marek’s alive.” Wilson, the pilot shouted. “The uniform took the brunt of the blast.”

  “Get the Doctor up here.” Abruzzi commanded authoritatively, “She’s got a patient, and get this traitor down to the brig or whatever the hell you call it on this ship.”

  Two security personnel arrived a moment later and then stood silently above Reynolds holding blasters at her as she groggily began to awaken.

  Abruzzi walked around tentatively and sat in the command chair. After he relaxed a moment within it, he smiled and said, “All right, you all listen up, this is what we’re going to do…”

  ***

  Back on Earth, in the underground catacombs, the rest of the Cagliostro’s crew were not fairing any better than Mark or Ariel. Dan found himself suspended in an antigravity prison, where he was floating above the floor by energy that held him aloft there, unable to reach or touch anything solid. He cursed repeatedly under his breath and flexed his powerful muscles continually, but it was like he was trying to lift the planet. There was just too much mass arrayed against him. Dan merely grunted and redoubled his efforts.

  Red Robinski was an extraordinarily tough man. The same aliens that had beaten Mark Johnson were finding that out as they hammered at him relentlessly with steel pipes across his ribs. He laughed, spitting out blood as he did, “Is that the best you salad heads can do?” He was untied, and being beaten by all three of the alien inquisitors. They were brutes who enjoyed their work, reveling in hurting the helpless and those who were weakened or that they had superior numbers against. It was three against one right now, and the three were hammering Red unmercifully. Finally he collapsed upon the floor, unmoving.

  Eddie DiGenovese watched from a cell nearby as Red collapsed, and he gulped hard. The three jailers poked and prodded him for a few minutes, but he was not responding. Then one grabbed Red by the arm and began to drag him along the floor towards the cell they had previously thrown him and Eddie into.

  “Oh man, Red…” Eddie whispered, wide-eyed and fearful, as Red’s seemingly lifeless body was dragged closer and closer to the door.

  One of the big purple aliens grunted
and motioned Eddie away from the cell entrance, as the third one aimed his blaster at Eddie who raised his hands and backed up “Okay amigo, you’re holding all the cards. Ol’ Eddie is backin’ away jus’ like you wanted.”

  One of the aliens still held Red’s limp, lifeless arm, while the other aimed the pistol at Eddie. The third began to punch in a sequence on the keypad next to the cell door, deactivating the laser beam bars that would cut a person to pieces before they realized it, if they had come in contact with them.

  The instant the bars went off, the man holding Red’s arm was suddenly hauled down as Red sprang upwards, driving his knee into the surprised salad head’s jaws with all his considerable strength. The alien’s neck cracked loudly as it broke and he went limp instantly.

  The alien holding the gun spun on Red, surprised, when Red simply charged into him, with the dead alien held before him like a battering ram. At the same time Eddie charged through the open doorway and tackled the gun-wielding alien around the waist. Stunned, the alien dropped the gun, which Eddie snatched out of mid-air, spinning to one knee on the floor and firing two quick shots, one into the alien who was reaching for his pistol by the control pad where he had unlocked the laser doorway and the other into the alien he and Red had taken down just for good measure.

  Eddie spun around warily looking up and down both ways in the prison-like corridor, as Red sank to the floor in a seated position.

  “Red! You okay big man?”

  “Not really Eddie. I think they broke a few ribs, but I’m not tasting blood, so hopefully nothings punctured.” He turned towards Eddie, “These uniforms the boss created are a marvel. Without it I would be dead from that beating they gave me.”

  “Yeah, well amigo, we ain’t outta the woods yet.” Eddie replied as he tossed Red a gun and then helped the bigger man to his feet. Red grimaced and grunted as he steadied himself.

  “Now what?” Eddie asked.

  “We find the boss, Ari and Dan. I gotta believe everyone is down here somewhere.”

  “Did you try reachin’ out with your mind? Seein’ if Ari picks up on us?”