Ohber_Warriors of Milisaria

by Celeste Raye

  The creatures just kept coming! She ran out of bursts. Renall and the others kept firing, but it was clear that unless Talon could get them away from the ship and they could reduce the number of creatures boarding, they were doomed.

  Jessica charged in, her body a weapon. Clara lifted the butt of her weapon over her head and brought it down into the face shield of a suit. The line connected to the suit popped open, spilling a noxious stink into the crowded hall. Her feet slid in gore and fallen bodies.

  She hacked at another one, using the weapon like a bat and then when it fell under a falling body, she launched herself onto the back of a creature that was reaching for Margie. Her fingers yanked the hose thing away because part of her brain had already registered that they needed those snaking hoses to survive.

  The same awful stink came. Clara gagged and yanked at the helmet then wished she hadn’t when she came face to face with a creature whose face was not only not human, but also snake-like and with tentacles as well. It hissed at her, showing row after row of needle-sharp teeth. Clara screamed and kicked out, landing a few solid kicks to its body before Renall charged in and shot it dead.

  Time drew out and collapsed as they fought. The ship turned sharply, sending all of them flying pell-mell across the floor, the walls, and even the ceiling. Clara landed in a throbbing pile atop a crewmember that shook her off and made it to his feet just in time to shoot a creature that had its head reared back to bite her leg off.

  “Thanks,” Clara muttered.

  She grabbed a discarded weapon. It didn’t fire, but she clubbed a creature with it and managed to disconnect its hose. Jessica was fighting two at once and everyone else was too occupied with just staying alive themselves to help her, so Clara ran for her and managed to get on the back of one of the creature, hauling it backward and away from Jessica, who had been using a broken hunk of metal she had picked up from somewhere to stab the nearest one.

  Clara screamed as Jessica speared the one whose back she was on. Jessica panted out, “Behind you!”

  Clara didn’t turn around. Instead, she went to the right. She and Jessica managed to take that one down together. Blood and that putrid reek hung all over the air. The scent of sweat and fear was nearly unbearable.

  “Take the bride ship, they said,” she muttered, “You will have a good life, they said.” More blood sprayed into the air beside her as Marik shot a creature. Another one died, and Clara’s eyes went to the bay doors to see that they had moved away from the other ship and now Talon was firing upon that ship.

  Jessica drove a creature to the door then kicked it hard, sending it flying into open space. Jeval grabbed Jessica just as the gravity suck almost took her out behind that thing she had just fought off.

  Clara and Renall wound up face to face again. He was splattered with blood and gore. His face held a weary expression. His hair was mussed and his eyes, those large and lambent eyes, had dark shadows forming below them.

  They stood there, both of them staring at each other. Her breasts lifted and fell. They were so close she could feel the lift and fall of his chest against hers. Her eyes went to his lips. His eyes stayed on hers, but she sensed that he was looking at her mouth as well.

  Then another blast from the brigand ship shook the craft they were on. Renall ran for the bridge with the crew behind him. Marik and Jeval began tossing bodies off the ship. Ariel crouched in a corner, weeping openly. Clara went to her. She hunkered down beside her. “Are you all right?”

  Margie came up. She knelt too. Ariel looked from one to the other, her eyes wide and wild. “I...I didn’t know they would actually die.”

  Marik tossed a body out. Another blast from their craft made the ship tilt to one side a little. Clara had to grab at the wall to keep from sliding. She said, “Me either. I don’t even know what they are. Were.”

  Jeval drew near. He reached out a hand. His fingers stroked across Ariel’s forehead. “Peace be in you.”

  Ariel blinked. Her tears stopped. Her shaking did too. She went still, and the low ragged breathing coming from her mouth changed to a soft and normal pattern.

  Margie asked, “What did you do to her?”

  Jeval sighed. “I don’t know, exactly. It is said that many of my race had that ability once, but since we were not raised with many of our race, I don’t know for sure what it is or even how to really use it beyond—well, that.”

  Margie asked, “Why weren’t you raised with your race?’

  Marik shouted, “Jeval, we need to get this done and get this closed.”

  Jeval ignored the question and said, “Come help us.”

  Clara stood. She said, “Where’s Jessica?”

  “She ran for the bridge,” Jeval said. He bent and picked up the top of a body. “Grab the feet.”

  Which ones? The thing had eight. She grimaced and grabbed at the first ones that came to hand then helped Jeval to tote the thing to the door and toss it out.

  Ariel recovered and helped, as did Margie. The ship they fired on died. The strip spikes went down, and Renall appeared. He stood next to Clara and spoke softly. “You are very brave.”

  “I was very scared,” she said.

  His eyes met hers. “But you did not run.”

  Clara looked away. “If I had known a way out, I would have.”

  Renall asked, “Did you run from trouble where you are from?”

  Her arms wrapped around her body. “No. There was no point to it. They would catch you anyway. Or worse. It was better to fight.”

  Renall said, “True enough.”

  She looked at the floor. She and the others had been given buckets and cloths and some stringent fluid to clean it with, and they had, but the smell still remained. “What were they?”

  “They’re Gorlites.”

  There was real hatred in his voice, and she heard it. “I don’t know what that is.”

  “They are parasites they deserved to die.” His eyes met hers and did not flinch. “I have to go check on the wrecking crew. I am leaving you in charge of the others.”

  “Why me?”

  “Because Jessica, who would be the best choice, jumped into the tube to go with the wreckers.”

  “Wow. That woman is insane.” Clara said, “Okay. I don’t know what to do.”

  “Just make sure they are okay. Keep them calm. Especially the seamstress. Marik will be giving med aid so see if he needs your help with that. If he does, marshal them and make them help.”

  He walked off. Marik found her, and he did need help. Clara went to fetch Dana, and she proved adept at stitching flesh back together even if she did weep the entire time.

  By the time Renall returned with the rest of the crew, Clara was weak with exhaustion and hunger. Renall found her in a small room bent over a wounded crewmember. He took her by the arm and said, “That is enough. Come.”

  He led her back toward her chamber. His clothes were filthier than ever, and his suit had more blood on it now. She said, “I…I really wish I had never gotten on that ship.”

  He asked, “Do you miss your home?”

  Home? Her home had been a warren of half-broken cement rooms in the very bowels of the Underground. She had only ever known that place, and except for the rare occasions when she had managed to sneak to the surface, she had never seen anything other than that back there.

  “No. Yes. I mean, I miss my family, but I do not miss where we lived.”

  “What was it like?”

  They were standing in a hallway now. He was clearly interested in hearing what she had to say but she could not have said why he cared at all. She said, “It was dark and damp. The tables we ran were closer to the surface so the rich people could find us and there was better air there but…but mostly it was hard and frightening.”

  “But you survived.”

  “Most do.”

  The words made her shoulder lift. His eyes raked her face. He said, softly, “I hate the darkness. Even the darkness of space.”

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��Then why do you stay on this ship?”

  “I don’t, not if I can help it. I live on the surface of the planet where you will be working for me.”

  She regarded him. “I see.”

  He paused then said, “There is sun there. It is a beautiful place, if strict. You will be able to walk on the surface and in the daylight. Perhaps that will make you feel better about the bargain that we have struck.”

  Did it? No, she decided, it didn’t. She wanted to go home, even if there was no way that she could and even if home was nothing but a cheerless fight for her very survival, she wanted to be there. It was familiar, and she would not be alone. She would know the rules and the whys and the ways to escape notice and retribution from the government. Not that she had escaped any of that. She had let her wayward heart place her and her entire family into a situation which had only one out, and that out was the being staring back at her right then.

  She asked, “How do I know you will keep your word about my family?”

  “I will.” His sigh was heartfelt. “I never make promises I cannot or do not intend to keep.”

  She wanted to believe him. She did. But she knew from hard experience that believing someone was apt to get her into a lot of trouble, or worse.

  She said, “I never thanked you.”

  Renall studied her. “For what?”

  “For saving me from slavery.”

  Renall said, “I am glad to hear you do not think working for me is slavery.”

  An unwilling smile lifted one corner of her mouth. “I never said that.”

  His smile was reluctant but there. “Oh?”

  “I just meant at least my…oh you know what I mean. At least I will not be that kind of slave.”

  Renall surprised her then. “I do not keep slaves. I capture beings, yes, but slavery goes against everything I believe in. I offer indenturships to those I capture, much like the one I offered you. If you play well, you will make a lot of credits, and then you will be able to buy yourself a new life.”

  She asked, “Do many you take on do just that?”

  “Yes.” His fingers rubbed at the bridge of his nose. “I know what it is like to be enslaved. I would not wish that on anyone.’

  He had been enslaved? She opened her mouth to ask that question but then thought better of it. He started walking again, and she followed him. They stopped at the small room where they had been fed earlier. The other women were already there. Renal said, “There is a cleaning booth there. You will find that we do not have much in the way of clothing, but the booth will clean your clothes as well. You may eat too.’

  He left. Jessica sat at the table, her face flushed with color and her hair coated with blood. Ariel sat in another chair, pale and silent. Margie said, “Well. I guess we can all take turns at the cleaning booth.”

  Lois piped up. “You all look scary.”

  Dana hugged her hard. Clara said, “Jessica, you should go first.”

  Jessica grimaced and picked at a strand of her hair. “I think you are right.” She stood and paused. She said, “I don’t know what line they sold you about that ship, but I have to admit that I would never have imagined a bride ship being this exciting.’

  Margie waited until Jessica was out of earshot to say, “I think she is enjoying this.”

  Chapter 4:

  Renall sat before a large bank of control room equipment, his eyes narrowed. They’d land in an hour, and he had a lot of things to do before then. His thoughts, over the last few days, had been fragmented and hard to focus. They kept going to Clara, whom he avoided like she had low rot, over and over, angering him and confusing him.

  The human was beautiful, yes, but there was something else about her as well. Something indefinable. Something that made him want her no matter how hard he tried to deny it or ignore it. His body leaped into response every time he was near her, and he knew he should not allow that, should shut down all of his emotions and physical responses. Hell, he had tried to, but it did no good at all. It was like she had been made just to cut through all of his defenses.

  Take the mother and daughters, for example. There was any number of outlier colonies where females were a small presence and always in demand. He could sell them off and wash his hands of them, but instead, he had had them set to tearing apart a baggy space suit and remaking it just to see how much skill they really had. And he had essentially indentured them to a woman who was no more or less than a table slave to one of his halls. Or would be. He grit his teeth. He had no idea if she was even as good as the file suggested yet. But he was banking on her being so, which was both stupid and dangerous. It was possible that she wasn’t, but when he had asked her, everything about her words and body language said she was speaking honestly.

  But she was a human and they often confused honesty with their personal opinions. His mouth curled into a wry smile as he admitted that to himself.

  Outside the bay windows, the darkness of space had given way to the lighter hues of the atmosphere heavy planet they were heading toward. The gases that lay over the planet were remarkably similar to the ones that had once formed Earth, centuries ago before the humans had destroyed the ozone and then had to build plasma shields and high walls to keep their oceans from surging upward into their cities and killing off all life. Most had gone underground to escape the killing heat, and to be able to use the systems of underground rivers in order to have clean drinking water as well.

  The planet they were headed toward was stunning, and so tightly organized by a committee that held not just the voting bloc that kept the citizens from making the same mistakes they had seen across the galaxy, but the purse strings. To live, work, play, or do business there took credits, and a lot of them.

  The credits they had gotten from offloading the oreonium a few days before were high enough to gain entry without having to dip into the coffers. The rest of the wreckers, all hired brigands who had nothing on their mind but building a massive amount of credits as their share of the spoils, often stayed aboard or headed out with Talon, Marik, and Jeval while he stayed on Orbitary, the planet the brothers did so much business on. He was better at business than wrecking, truth be told. He was also better at business than the others. Marik was a born healer who had studied hard to earn his license to practice medsites. Jeval was handy with every type of weapon ever created. Talon could fly like the ships he piloted were somehow part and parcel of him. And he, Renall, could make money. Those talents had combined in a unique way and as the ship drew closer to the docking station, the gases parting to give off glimpses of an achingly blue place with high ridges of land and long oval salt-less waters, his smile got wider.

  Being on the ship bored him, even after a big wreck. His true love was down there, working on some scheme and currying the political favor and credits that would get them all on that private planet and into a life more legitimate.

  The landmasses grew larger, coming into view now. The docking stations were not on Orbitary, but above. Only small ships could enter the planet, and with good reason. Larger ships could bring war parties and weapons Orbitary forbade. On Orbitary, business was the order of the day and any legal business that brought in high credits and paid a high tax was welcome. Thankfully, the committee was equally willing to overlook that illegal credits might have bought the legal businesses on their surfaces.

  Talon appeared at his shoulder. “I just got word that there’s a storm of renegade ships out in the Solarium.”

  Renall tensed. “That’s way too dangerous.”

  Talon grinned. “That’s why I like the idea.”

  Renall sighed inwardly. He would never understand Talon. Talon didn’t look at risk as something undesirable. He took it as a challenge. “I see.”

  Talon said, “The whole crew’s willing to go on and not drop in here.”

  “Marik and Jeval?”

  “Same.”

  Of course. Renall soothed away the irritation that wanted to surface. “Very well. I’ll take the
women down.”

  “About that.”

  “Uh oh.” Renall lifted his eyes to Talon’s. “What?”

  Talon grinned at him. “What better disguise?”

  Renall shook his head. “You must be joking.”

  Talon said, “No, I’m not. Jessica, in particular, might make a damn good wrecker. She’s savage for one thing, and she has no allegiance to anyone from what I can tell. If we removed her device, she’d be able to get into places without setting off alarms.’

  Marik could remove them easily enough. Renall hesitated. “The others?’

  Talon said, “They’re both gorgeous. We’ll use them to send a distress call, pretend to be brides bound for the Golan system who found themselves abandoned when wreckers hit the ship.”

  Risky. Too risky. “You’d have to disable your shields and give the ship a battered look.”

  Talon’s grin was wide. “We’ve done it before.”

  They had, but he knew that ruse might be getting a tad old. Renall said, “I can’t talk you out of it.” It wasn’t a question, just a logical statement of fact. He asked, “Why remove the chips now?”

  “In case it all goes wrong.”

  Good plan. If they got shifted elsewhere and their chips bore out their true story of what had happened to them, they’d be screwed. Without the chips and files, they would have less credibility and be easier to send off to some planet where nobody asked a lot of questions about how females had gotten there. Which was generally what happened to females who were caught wrecking. Males were summarily executed. Not that Talon didn’t already know that.

  Renall said, “Fine. I’ll be here.”

  Talon said, “I know.”

  Renall’s teeth ground together as the ship hit the dock. His nerves tautened as the ever-present threat of danger loomed up at him. He had plenty to worry about. Any day now someone might mark their ship as a wrecker ship, or decide to wreck it. Wreckers attacking each other were not unheard of. In fact, most wreckers managed to avoid the government but rarely managed to evade rival wreckers out to plunder whatever the ship they decided to take on had stripped. Talon loved nothing more than hitting fellow wrecker ships. He had a love for it that was almost pathological, in fact. He said it took out their competition and kept them from being told on and he had a point, or two, but it was even more dangerous to go after a wrecker or a brigand ship than it was a government ship. Brigands and wreckers had longer memories.