Mack ‘n’ Me: Arach
Mack ‘n’ Me ‘n’ Odyssey #3
C.M. Simpson
Nothing ruins a good cup of kaff than a spider teleporting on board… and these were in the six-foot-business-suite-and-tie range, all carrying blasters and a sense of entitlement like you wouldn’t believe. They gave me a job to do, and held my ship hostage while I went to do it—and that’s when everything went all to Hell. Exactly how I’m gonna get us out of this one, is a mystery to me. First step, though, is to bust Mack and the ship right out of their eight-legged claws. Piece of cake. Right?
NOTE: The main character swears like a sailor, and the support cast aren’t much better. If swears bother you, then this story may not be to your taste.
2nd Edition
Copyright © February 03, 2021, C.M. Simpson
Cover Art & Design (c) August 28, 2020, Moonchild Lilja at Fantasy Book Design
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Dedication
This is for all those who believed in me enough that, eventually, I had the courage to believe in myself.
Thank you.
Contents
Acknowledgements
1—Boarding Party
2—Dealing with the Devil
3—On Landing
4—The Custody Game
5—Of Spiders and Wasps
6—Allies
7—An Incursion
8—Raiders
9—Boarding the Marie
10—The Battle for the Shady Marie
11—Mack Meets the Queen
12—Cutter in Command
13—The Defense of the Shady Marie
14—Rescuing Askavor
15—Arach Infiltration
16—Mack, Needles and the Psi
17—Taking Back the Orbital
18—Contracted to the Queen
19—New Ventures & Alliances
20—Birth of a Planetary Nation
21—Airfield Skirmish
22—Walking Wounded
23—Surgery on the Sugarsides
24—Into the Processing Plant
25—Decoys and Traps
26—Of Kings and Mutants
27—Spider Bait
28—Recovery
29—Poster Girl
30—Cutter Unleashed
31—Sanderamon Raid
32—Time Enough for Sleep
Author Notes
Other Work by C.M. Simpson
About C.M. Simpson
Acknowledgements
Arach is the third book in the Mack ‘n’ Me ‘n’ Odyssey series, and the third novel set in Odyssey’s universe—and I’m not sure it would have seen the light of day for years, if it weren’t for Michael Anderle, Craig Martelle and the 20booksto50k group they started. Without these guys, and without the members of this group, I would have continued paddling on the edges of becoming a full-time writer, I would have found another full-time job, and I would have given up writing full-time as nothing more than a dream. They showed me what was possible—and they showed me the multitude of ways to go about working towards that dream. They gave me the courage to start climbing, instead of just playing in the foothills—and, for that, they have my heartfelt gratitude and thanks. By being there, you guys have done more than you know.
Thanks must also go to my husband, Ian, who gave me the space to write, and especially for giving me time to write, and reminding me that I can’t do all the things, all at the same time, even though he lets me try. Without that space and time, this book would have taken a lot longer.
1—Boarding Party
The arach materialized in the ship’s canteen. I had turned away from the counter with a cup of tea in my hand, when the air in front of me shuddered.
Funny one, Mack, I thought, but I backed up a step, just the same. No way was I going to let him spoil my first cup of the morning. And then the air grew solid, and I saw a face I knew. One that still came to me in nightmares.
I dropped the tea…kinda. Actually, I tossed the tea, cup and all, at the creature standing before me. Oh, he might look like a man, but he wasn’t. He was arach—and spiders still scared the crap out of me. I tossed the tea, and I was back over the canteen counter and reversing towards the stove top when Mack arrived.
His hand, on my arm, yanked me sideways, saving my ass, quite literally, from a nasty burn. And then he pulled me up against his front, and wrapped one arm around me, while the other pulled an A-Level blaster and levelled it across the canteen counter.
“I told you not to come back,” he said, and the arach smiled.
I glimpsed fangs. Reversed away from it. And didn’t move an inch. Mack was a solid wall behind me, his arm a bar of iron over my chest. More air shimmered, and the few crew who were in the canteen were gone before the rest of the arach team arrived.
A whimper clawed its way out of my throat, and I froze. Tremors shook me, but I couldn’t move. The arach regarded Mack’s blaster, regarded Mack, and regarded me, and that damn smile didn’t shift. We were in it, but deep.
“We have more work for you,” it said.
“And I told you, no more,” Mack retorted.
He had? Somewhere in my mind that registered as something he’d done for me. It was almost sweet.
“You also said you don’t say no when you can’t outrun us,” the arach replied, and Mack swore.
Yeah, pretty much what he said. We’d been bugged and we hadn’t even known it. Tens had some explaining to do.
And then the arach looked at me. Most frightening thing I’d seen in a long line of things that scare. The tea had hit it mid-chest, staining its suit, and shirt and tie. I mentioned this thing looked like a man, right? Yeah?
Well, it was wearing a suit. All business, these arach—when they weren’t slaughtering each other’s clans, or taking over planets under the guise of being traders. This one looked at me, glanced down at its suit, and looked me right in the eye. I went weak at the knees, and so not in a good way.
“You owe me blood,” it said, and my knees gave way.
Not that this monster was going to know it. Mack’s arm tightened, kept me from sliding to the floor. I grabbed hold of my vision, stopped it wavering, stopped the blur that meant I was about to go to black. Couldn’t stop the shakes. Still. Couldn’t. Move. Mack lowered his blaster.
That was a good thing. A-Levels were not ship-safe weapons, and I didn’t want to try breathing vacuum. Although, given what we were sharing our air with, that was starting to look mighty tempting. Mack’s voice in my head carried through to the crew.
We all had implants, and the internal net cut down on chatter.
“All hands to lock down. We have been boarded.”
Across the counter, the arach smirked. Behind him, his team drew their weapons. Three covered the door; four covered us. It was like they knew we were talking—and what the response would be…
“No, can do, captain. They have the bridge.”
Fear became a solid ball in my chest, and I wanted to be sick. Mack’s arm kept me at his front.
“We’ve hacked your net, too,” the arach said, inside our heads—inside all our heads—and I felt Mack tense.
He had good reason, too. If the arach had hacked our net, and held our ship—and they’d definitely hacked our security
if they’d been able to teleport aboard—they really did have us. Tens sure as shit had some explaining to do—and then a ton of work to find out how they’d managed it and make sure they couldn’t manage it again.
And me. Cos I sure as shit had a bullet in this shooting match, and then Tens was goin’ to want another round on the mats. I wondered if he’d let me live, this time.
If we lived, at all.
Mack started to holster his blaster, but the arach raised their weapons, and I saw their safeties flicked off. The arach leader gestured to the counter. Still as tense as hell, Mack carefully put the A-Level on the counter-top. And I found I’d stopped shaking.
Funny thing about terror. You can only be terrified for so long. After that, it settles down to a manageable level. Mack knew this, and knew I’d been put through part of an arach desensitization program on the last mission. He was probably hoping it would be enough.
Enough for what, I sure as shit didn’t know, but I found I could stand on my own again. Discovered, too, that I preferred to stay just where I was. Mack was warm. He was shelter. And I wanted his arm around me, dammit!
The arach leader watched us, and, if I hadn’t known better, I woulda thought he was reading my mind. Now, there was a thought that didn’t bear considering, but it got me thinking about implants, and what could be accessed through them, and it turned out I did know better.
Oh, Hell no.
I looked at the arach, really looked at him, met his eyes. And I saw he knew exactly what had been on my mind. That smirk widened into a smile and a wink, and then all humor left his face.
“You know where the meeting room is,” he said, and turned away.
Mack and I watched him walk back through his team, and out the canteen door. We watched as the first three members of his team preceded him into the corridor, and two followed. The last two kept their weapons on us, and then gestured we should follow.
“Don’t keep me waiting,” echoed in our heads.
I studied the communications, and saw it was set for us alone.
“You mobile?” Mack asked, and I nodded. “Can you talk?”
I tried. “Yeah.”
“Good.”
He unwound his arm from my chest, but kept it draped across my shoulders. Either he didn’t want me leaving all of a sudden, or he’d caught that thought about me wanting his arm around me. I was betting on the former. I’d wanted his arms around me before, and he hadn’t obliged.
2—Dealing with the Devil
We got to the meeting room without any trouble, Mack keeping me tucked against him the whole way. Like I said, he either knew I wanted that arm around me, or he was just making damn sure I didn’t bolt… or both. It coulda been both.
Either way, we made it to the meeting room, our tiny escort of two not enough to have held us, if we’d tried to run. But Mack had a ship to think of, and a crew he really wanted to have make it through each and every mission, and I… I didn’t want to lose what I had.
Whatever that was.
The gloves came off when we were both sitting opposite the arach leader. There was no preamble. The damn thing just shifted. Got out of his seat while his skin was changing, and went from man to arachnoid in twenty seconds flat—which might have been impressive if I hadn’t been trying to get as far away from him as I could.
Without leaving my chair.
Completely forgetting the spiders in human form behind me…who changed as I untangled myself from the chair, and ran backwards into them.
Ever been trapped in an arach’s grasp? Had four arms wrap around you, and a set of pedipalps settle over your shoulders. Never?
Tell you what. I missed having Mack’s arm around me, right then. Really missed it as I curled up on myself, not caring that my feet couldn’t touch the ground.
And Mack? He just sat there, watching the show. His gaze flicking between the arach leader, the arach guards, and me. When I stopped screaming, and just stayed as still as I could, he spoke.
“Can I have her back?”
The arach leader surveyed him from a multitude of eyes.
“Do you need her?”
“Always.”
Always? That was news to me.
“Truly?” That damned arach was laughing at us; I was sure of it. “She seems more trouble than she’s worth.”
“She’s mine.”
I can’t read arach expression. Not when they’re in that shape, but, if I didn’t know any better, I’da said the spider didn’t believe Mack, not one little bit.
“Are you sure?”
And Mack pushed out of his chair, unfolding to his full height.
“Give her back,” he said, and pivoted towards me.
Spiders move fast. And there were seven guards to his one, all-on-its-lonesome, self. Spiders are also stronger than the average bear… or not-so-average bear, in Mack’s case. Still, it took three of them to pin him, as their leader came around the table towards me.
“You owe me blood,” he said, and I stared at him.
It was dumb, the stupidest move ever, but I figured I had nothing to lose. After all, I already owed him, so what was a little more between us?
I stayed curled, and I let him think I was too terrified to move. I kept still, when all I wanted to do was run. I was already tense, my feet already tucked. When he got within range, I let him have it, kicking out with both legs, slamming my feet into his chest with all the force I could muster. Something went crack, and he froze and glanced down at his chest. Ichor leaked a line of brown, where the break had occurred. It stained his suit.
Arach face or not, I could tell I’d caught him by surprise. And then he laughed.
“Now, you owe me more.”
I’d already known that would be the case, so why did hearing it send chills right through me?
I watched as he turned his head to one of the guards not holding either Mack or me in one spot, and then he spoke to it in arach, his mouth-parts moving in a way I’d never wanted to see. When they both turned towards me, Mack started shouting, and kicking up three kinds of hell, and not doing an ounce of good. And me?
Well, of course, I tried to run—and I got nowhere. But I didn’t stop trying. I didn’t. Right up until I saw the leader nod, and felt the arach behind me sink his fangs into that point where your neck connects to your shoulder.
Well, that made me yelp, and kick until the second arach grabbed my legs. And then the poison took effect, and I couldn’t move at all.
As if in reflection, Mack stopped struggling.
“No,” he said, his voice soft with disbelief. “No. That’s not part of the deal! There will be no deal!”
And he was struggling again.
I might have laughed when he got bit, as well—except it wasn’t funny, and the arach leader was closing. I got passed like a sack of veggies, into his arms, and then he opened up a vein in my throat, and took what he said I owed. And there wasn’t a damn thing Mack or I could do to stop him.
About half-way through, the poison wore off, and I tried to push him away. The best I could do was lay a hand on his chest. Not long after, I heard Mack speak.
“Please,” he said, and I tried to turn my head.
That man had never begged in his life.
“Please,” he said, again. “I’ll need her for the job.”
At this, the arach raised his head. I’d like to say, I lifted mine, too, but I didn’t. I just lay there, in the spider’s arms, limp as a wet fish.
“So there will be a deal?” and the arach shifted to almost human form, vocal cords letting him speak aloud, but still keeping two sets of arms around me. Now, though, I rested against a tea-and-ichor-stained suit, instead of a carapace that looked like steel. Oh…good.
Mack sounded tired when he answered.
“There will be a deal.”
Defeated, even. But I was tired. Too tired to run…or to struggle as the arach bent his head to my throa
t, once more.
“Please,” and this time, I heard grief.
What? The man was going to miss trading blows on the mats? Kicking me out of his control room, when I had no business being there? Give it a break.
“Please. I need her.”
Well, Hell.
And the arach raised his head.
“Let him up,” he said, and carried me over to where Mack was getting shakily to his feet.
“I’ll give you ten minutes to hand her over to the medics, and be back here for your orders,” he said, and dumped me in Mack’s arms.
The arach looked down at me, and then back at Mack.
“I suggest you hurry.”
I wanted to agree, but I was getting real sleepy, so sleepy I was having trouble keeping my eyes open.
Mack hurried.
I drifted in and out, watching Mack’s lips move, but only catching patches of conversation. Words like ‘transfusion’, ‘cutting it fine’, and other less complementary phrases typical to Doc about a captain that lets his crew members get et. But what did I care?
Mack needed me as something more than a spider-man’s snack—and he needed me enough to beg.
And damn me, if I didn’t find that kinda cool.
3—On Landing
Cool or not, I found out just how much he needed me, when the docs pulled me out of the med bay and sent me back to my quarters. It was no surprise to find Mack waiting in my room.
Nope, no big surprise there. The big surprise was that the arach leader was standing right next to him, along with two of his men, who pulled me through the door as soon as it opened.
This time, I didn’t freeze—but I didn’t get out the door, either.
I backed up against it just as they closed it behind me, then I took a breath, and pulled myself together.
“I have orders to rest,” I said, shuddering as the arach guards closed up tight on either side.
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