Galactic Bandits Compilation

by Duke Campbell

  “It’s just…” she continued. “That was a lot of money, and it’ll be difficult to acquire more of that quality, Captain. I don’t mean to speak out of turn, I just worry about our resources is all.”

  Regan nodded at her. “I appreciate your honesty. All of you. And as your captain, I want you all to continue to speak to me freely. I’ve made a mistake and put us at risk because of it. But I still ask that you trust me, and I’ll do the same with each of you.”

  The entire bridge nodded at him and smiled.

  “Captain,” Reverie whispered. “You have also saved all of our lives more than once. We are with you.” She bowed her head when she said this, which touched Regan.

  He wasn’t satisfied with his action still, and knew he might never be, but lesson learned, he supposed. His crew was still on his side, and they understood him more now.

  “Thank you, Reverie,” Regan said.

  “Sir,” Posha started with a bulbous finger slowly raised. “I am happy to limit my activity as well. I mean, if you want me to be less intensive in my approach to adjusting and updating—”

  “No, Posha,” Regan said. “This was my fault. I appreciate the work you have already done and would like for you to continue. I simply acted too rashly.”

  Even if it felt good blowing those assholes out of space and sending a pulsating force throughout the entire sector.

  Posha nodded.

  “In that case, Captain,” the lizard continued, “maybe I can finish my work on that section, to close it up. You know, so there is no more confusion?”

  “Good idea.”

  “Excellent.” Posha stood up slowly. “I will try to pull some juice from the sockets and cables where the antimatter was locked into place. We may be able to retrieve some additional power that way. Not much, but usually there are trace amounts that can linger in between in the cables, and other tight connecting places.”

  “That sounds good to me, Posha. Thank you.” Regan then turned to Calico. “Calico, without using our drive, how long will it take us to reach the Unmined Jewel?”

  “This is a large sector, Captain,” Calico began. “Even though we knocked out many of the radar systems and organizational traffic in the area, we still have to be careful about patrols. It might be some time yet.”

  “So you’re saying everyone can take a break?”

  “I would prefer that Straya and Arkei remain at their posts in case something else arises,” Calico said. “But yes, a break for everyone else would be fine.”

  “Very good,” Regan said. “Squit, please escort Posha to the cargo hold, and give him a bit of speed.” Squit nodded and dashed from the room after Posha. “Bob, let’s grab a drink at the bar.”

  Bob gave Regan a flashy grin and stood up. The two exited the bridge. Arkei, Straya, Reverie, and Calico nodded as they left the room.

  Bob and Regan entered the barroom which had the feel of a modern speakeasy. Music was already playing when they entered, as if automatically.

  Regan stepped behind the bar. He grabbed two glasses and filled them with the same booze he remembered taking from the pirate ship.

  “I found this place last time I left the Captain’s suite,” Regan said.

  Bob and Regan touched glasses in cheers and each took a sip. Regan thought of the first time he and Bob had a drink on Arkei’s ship.

  “Haven’t seen you that much, Bob,” Regan said with a smirk. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with one of our new crew members.”

  Bob returned the comment with a smirk of his own. He took a sip.

  “She’s fun,” Bob said. “I’ve been having a hard time focusing on a lot of things since this adventure began. You know? I have a hard time keeping up. It started at soon as I woke from that cryostate…”

  Uh, yeah, Bob, I know.

  “But the feeling she gives me…” Bob continued. “It’s pretty consistent.”

  “That good, huh?”

  “That good, Captain.” Bob beamed, and the two toasted their glasses again.

  “Bob, you’re the only other human on this adventure with me. Don’t be afraid to share your thoughts or get into the excitement. I just want to make sure you’re having a good time.”

  Bob smiled.

  “I’m having a good time,” he said.

  “Right on,” Regan said.

  The two sipped their drinks while Bob told Regan some of Squit’s more pleasurable talents. While it wasn’t Regan’s thing, he had to hand it to Bob. The dude seemed to have found his soulmate.

  Regan realized then that his life wasn’t the only one improved by this whole adventure. While the ladies spoke of their past trials and how they were happy to overcome them, Bob said little about his own, but Regan could tell that Bob was doing better than ever. He could see it on his face. He had been taken from his home world, but able to become someone he clearly always wanted to be. He was living out a fantasy.

  The communications speaker came on, interrupting their drinking, piping Calico’s voice throughout the room.

  “Captain, we’re approaching the asteroid,” she said.

  Regan and Bob set down their glasses and made their way back to the bridge.

  Regan and Bob entered the bridge and saw on the viewscreen that they were approaching a massive, flashy asteroid. It had large windows that were cut from its rock surface, displaying the elegant interior. It was surrounded by neon signs and festooned with lights of all sizes and shapes. The neon signs were not tacky, which came as a surprise to Regan. In fact, they were gorgeous. Regan realized that neon was probably not what they were at all, but it was the closest representation he could think of.

  The asteroid also had a slight hue to it, like a force field. It reminded Regan of the defensive shield on Arkei’s ship. “Can we enter the surrounding force field without permission?” he asked.

  Arkei nodded. “It’s just an artificial atmosphere that supports most life forms. I bet it’s an advanced one that generates gravity too. Wouldn’t want to inconvenience any high rollers.”

  Traffic was moving all around. Some waited in lines to have their ships valet parked. Others were whizzing by looking for their own parking space, or maybe just passing by.

  This place clearly hadn’t been hit by the blast from the antimatter incident. That, and it was busy, which meant Salvato wouldn’t be easy to find.

  “I’ll circle around for a place to park, but first I want to get a look at the front entrance,” Calico said. “See what type of security we’re dealing with.”

  Regan and Bob took their seats, while Squit and Posha entered shortly after, with Squit setting Posha down as soon as they passed his seat.

  “I must say that having this wonderful creature provide me with some speed is most gratifying,” Posha said.

  Squit made a noise and giggled. Bob giggled a bit too, but he didn’t translate whatever she said.

  Calico breezed by the front entrance of the casino from a decent distance, allowing them to see what the situation was like, but also far enough away that it seemed like a casual flyby. Regan found himself more and more impressed with her piloting skills. And it wasn’t all action or escapes either. He found she knew what she was doing in even subtle situations.

  She was talented more than he realized, and he was digging it.

  The front entrance was a long walkway where no ships could enter. Large golden posts lined both sides with beautiful lights fixed to the tops of them.

  Regan was sure they lined the walkway with cameras. He wondered if Salvato had connections that would report to him if they approached, and something about this thought excited Regan. How angry would Salvato be if Regan simply walked up to the front of the casino he was playing at? How intimidated would he be when he saw how little fear Regan and his crew had about their situation?

  As amusing as it was to imagine that he intimidated Salvato, that very well might not have been the case. Regan really had no way of knowing, but it was the right card to play. He
needed to walk through the front gate.

  “What do we think?” he started. “Park the ship and walk right up to the front entrance?”

  “Well, we aren’t handing the keys to a valet driver, that much is certain,” Arkei said.

  “Will they let us just walk in?” Calico asked.

  “Of course they will,” Straya said with confidence, as if she had been in this situation many times before. “This place is designed for high rollers, and look at this ship! It reeks of money!”

  “Well, it used to be, until we trashed it up,” Bob said. He smiled at Regan as he said so, as if he were being helpful.

  Come on, Bob.

  The rest of the bridge ignored the comment, and Calico moved the ship toward the parking lot, where they could find a spot large enough for them. It was out of sight from the entrance, and they would have to walk a ramp to get to the main platform. It was a gorgeous ramp with studded lights, but it made Regan think of something else.

  “You mentioned something about high rollers,” Regan said.

  “Totally,” Straya said. “This is a high roller ship.”

  “But they won’t see us get out of it here, and they won’t know what type of ship we have when we walk up to that entrance,” Regan said. His concern was growing, but he felt it was valid.

  “Mephistopheles bragged that he kept expensive clothes in his dressing room,” Calico said. “Even for ladies,” she finished as she glanced at the females in the room one by one.

  “Good call, Calico,” Regan said. “I want you and Straya to come with me, get dressed appropriately, and we’ll head in. Arkei, you’re in charge of the ship while we’re inside.”

  “If we get inside,” Calico commented.

  “We’ll get inside,” Straya said.

  Arkei smirked and nodded at Regan. “It’s no problem, Captain. We’ll be in touch via the communication channel.”

  And with that, Regan and his girls headed for Mephistopheles’s dressing room.

  As they approached the front entrance, Regan really did feel like a high roller. The garments he wore reminded him of silk, but he wasn’t sure what type of fabric they really were. They fit his body perfectly, as if they were triggered to tailor themselves to his shape when he put them on.

  He was wearing a suit, he knew that much, but the fashion differed slightly from the suits he was used to. The coat was long, with intricate designs at the end of the sleeves. The pants had the same design at the leg opening. If anything, it was fancy.

  The dresses that the ladies wore did the same tailoring trick on their own, which Regan couldn’t deny turned him right on when he saw them walk out of the dressing room together, with their tight asses accentuated by the fabric.

  But the only problem with their dresses was the inability to hide weapons. They had discussed how being confronted by security with weapons would bring about a quick end to their attempt to get in anyway, so they were going in with nothing.

  Regan had communicated this to Arkei, who stood at the ready for any potential action. Worst case scenario, the three of them would hightail it to the ship and find armed backup there as they made their escape.

  As they neared the entrance, a security team of four large rough-looking creatures greeted them. It made Regan wonder if there was an entire species that were raised to become bodyguards, as he couldn’t imagine anything else that these four creatures could do besides this.

  They were not dressed in suits to look nice, as Regan compared them to those at the casinos he knew from Earth. Rather, they looked like soldiers. They had weapons hanging from their belts and each carried a blast rifle of some type in their arms.

  They were not messing around. Regan wondered how quickly it would take them to find out he and the ladies had alternate plans other than gambling.

  But they had come this far, so they stepped right up to the security detail, who inspected them from head to toe with their sharp eyes.

  “Do you have a reservation?” one of the security guards asked.

  “No,” Calico said dismissively. “We’re just here to gamble.” As she said this, she barely looked at security, and Regan found it to be convincing. Calico was a natural at playing the rich spoiled brat.

  However, it wasn’t good enough it seemed, as security didn’t budge. They had their minds made up before Regan and his ladies reached the entrance.

  “That’s not how this works,” the same security guard said. “Either you have a reservation, or you leave.”

  Straya tensed up, and Regan knew she wanted to let loose upon the guards, but that would do them no good. Regan reached out and touched her arm gently.

  One of the security guards saw the gesture and looked back and forth between Regan and Straya. He smirked.

  “You think about getting out of line, and I’ll make you sorry you did,” the security guard said.

  Calico stepped in front of Regan and Straya, winding up to do something. Finally, and with great drama, she gave the security detail her best pouty face. Regan hadn’t seen it in so long. It used to annoy him, but he liked it being used for his own needs.

  Again, security wasn’t having any of it. In fact, one of the security guards laughed.

  “Well, aren’t you adorable?” he said

  “She sure is,” the other guard said. “But she still isn’t getting inside.”

  Regan then put his hand on Calico’s arm as he turned the ladies around.

  “Well,” he said to the security guards. “Have a great evening. We’ll find somewhere else to get our game on.”

  The ladies stomped on the walk back. Arkei spoke through the communication link, “So what now? Because it sounds like you didn’t get in.”

  “Oh, we’ll get in,” Regan grumbled as he and the ladies headed back to the ship.

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  As Regan, Calico, and Straya neared the ship, they discussed with Arkei what the asteroid looked like from a schematic perspective. Regan would find another way in. Being turned away by the security guards really pissed him off, and he wanted to prove a point to Salvato.

  I won’t be outdone so easily.

  Regan was growing sick of these bad guys hiding in their fancy strongholds. He was getting sick of them thinking they could push people around. He thought of Mephistopheles, and how he used his power in a way that hurt others, and how that same power gave him license to do so.

  And then there was Salvato, who sat behind a team of armed security in a casino, running illegal operations and sending his goons all over the galaxy to do his bidding.

  Regan had had enough.

  “This place is air tight,” Arkei’s voice came through their earpieces. “That front entrance is the only way into the asteroid complex. But then again, if heavy hitters like Salvato are gambling there, then it’s possible that service entrances are not available on schematic blueprints for security purposes.”

  “No doubt about it,” Regan said.

  “If we’re going to be breaking into a service entrance, then we might need a hand,” Straya said.

  Regan knew exactly what she was thinking.

  “We’ll be back on the ship momentarily,” he said.

  Arkei, Reverie, Squit, Bob, and Posha were all seated on the bridge when Regan, Calico, and Straya arrived. The screens in the room displayed blueprints of the asteroid, but like Arkei mentioned over the communication link, there seemed to be only one entrance—that was public, anyway.

  “No way they would send service staff through the same entrance as the high rollers,” he said.

  Squit made some squishy noises and pointed to various screens with her tentacles.

  “Think of all the cooks and bartenders who must work there,” Bob translated.

  “Exactly,” Regan said.

  Posha added, “Not to mention all the janitors, mechanics, specialists, and other employees who need to get in and out daily. To run power through a rock in space takes equipment, skill, and constant upkeep.” />
  Calico approached the pilot’s chair and took her seat. “With your permission, Captain, after asking us to leave I’m sure they followed up and saw us board our ship. I suggest we take off to avoid suspicion and continue this conversation in flight.”

  Regan sat in his chair. “You’re right. But once you take off, how about circling a bit and seeing if we can find a way in?”

  “Exactly what I was thinking,” she said, before flipping the power on.

  Straya and Arkei switched on a manual scanner, and as Calico lifted the ship, the scanner brought up holographic images of what they were hovering near. Each of them dissected bits of the hologram to see if they could find somewhere, anywhere, that would allow them to break in.

  Reverie stood from her seat and walked behind Regan, putting her hands on his shoulders and massaging them a bit. He could feel the warmth entering him. He could feel his calmness and stability solidifying, his confidence growing.

  Calico slowly circled the asteroid at a distance that was unassuming. However, not too slowly to be noticed. She blended in with the traffic that was moving about.

  “I don’t mean to hurry you, Calico,” Straya said while continuing to look at the holograms. “But I’m guessing that it won’t take long for the rest of the sector to come back online with a bulletin about our ship and the chaos we caused.”

  Regan knew she was talking about the blast triggered by the antimatter modules, and he knew she was right. Certainly someone had captured footage of the incident, and once all the data was sorted through, they would be looking for their ship.

  Calico nodded. “I know, I had the same thought.”

  Then Arkei shouted, “Aha!” and pulled a piece from the hologram and sent it to the main screen.

  The entire bridge looked at what appeared to be a narrow alleyway. It was built into the asteroid, camouflaged by rock-like material.

  “It’s too perfect of a design to be natural,” Posha said.