Shugarra Corps: Launch Towards Destiny

by S Shane Thomas

  Copyright 2017 by S Shane Thomas

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of S Shane Thomas except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Cover art by Brhi Stokes and Chad Gomez.

  Shugarra Corps is a monthly serial. This is the first five episodes, which originally appeared from September 2017 through January 2018. After this intro, each episode is a stand-alone adventure and part of the larger story. Make sure you are on the mail list to get future chapters: http://eepurl.com/cQc861

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  Chapter 1

  Dawn’s tender first rays shone deep yellow and pink between silver clouds rolling lazily across clear blue sky. Canopy rustled below. Monkeys cackled and howled to one another. Their ruckus rumbled from deep within the forest to its very edge and then spilling onto the pristine turf of the Shugarra Corps practice grounds.

  Han roused from meditation, silver shugarra wound up in a tight pack in front of him. He had hoped to get some martial arts training in before his little cousins came to say goodbye. That didn’t happen. Loping on all fours, Han crossed the remaining empty space to meet the pack of monkeys. He reached out for the first and wrapped it in a hug. The dozen that followed clung to Han and one another so that he teetered, careened, and slowly collapsed.

  Two larger forms cleared the tree line. “Han!” Akshay called. “Don’t leave yet!”

  Han brushed the small monkeys aside and rose to his feet, frowning and attempting to smooth out wrinkles from his Colonial Security Force uniform. “You guys are early, don’t worry.”

  “Would you have gone without saying goodbye?” Shabari pointed a finger in acquisition.

  “Never!” Han grabbed his cousins and squeezed them both. “It wasn’t so long ago that I was your size.”

  “Yeah, we know. Saving the solar system from the New Anki Empire and discovering the Delphipollix.”

  Akshay pushed away from his older cousin. He was the same height as any other twelve year old boy, but his strength was already that of two grown men. Han nearly fell again, but his tail coiled beneath him, allowing him to regain footing.

  “Now you’re off on another adventure. We want to come too!”

  “This is hardly an adventure. I’ll be completing the leadership program at a console in my bunk while you two still get the colony and the forest. Plus Pop while take you on excavations. Maybe you’ll dig up something dangerous. It’s been known to happen.” Han grinned wide.

  Akshay and Shabari both smirked just a bit. They tried to conceal their curiosity, but the twinkle in their eyes told Han the truth.

  After another tumbling hug, the pack of monkeys returned home and the two monkey people returned to their own lives in the LARC1 colony. Copies of Distant Origins paperbacks were tucked under their arms and they headed for school.

  Han walked upright, a practice he nearly always saved for when in uniform. Only fellow cadet graduates were about at sunrise. He and twenty-four academy graduates would embark on an exploratory mission through the star systems that would one day lead to the launch of the LARC1.1 colony. The Shugarra Corps vessel, Conquest, was provisioned and equipped to survey stars and planets for potential resources to replenish a colonial spacecraft, and make diplomatic contact with any intelligent life, prior to commuting a half million colonists.

  “You earned it,” Sita’s voice said from behind him. “You’ve always wanted to be part of the Shugarra Corps, now you’re taking off on a five year mission.”

  Han started. Thinking of his mission and what lay out there beyond Nibiru, beyond LARC and beyond the New Anki Empire had immersed him. “Sita?”

  “My work is long done by launch date, but I didn’t want to miss saying goodbye.”

  “Even after…?” Han trailed off. A lump rose in his throat and he swallowed it down.

  “Yeah Han. We’ll always be friends. No matter what. Alright?” Sita’s hair was pulled into a careless ponytail. Grease stained coveralls were tied around her waist, revealing her customary black tank top. “You can tell me all about what’s out there, when you’re back.”

  “Sure, Sita.” Han mustered his best attempt at a genuine grin. Would things ever be the same between them? Five years.

  Sita’s blue eyes went wide. She gasped and dashed for the Conquest’s hatch. “I left my tool bag!”

  Han was grateful for the distraction. He hoped things between them would be alright in five years. She had been his friend for so long. One mistake shouldn’t cost all that.

  A humanoid with praying mantis features and scythe-like upper arms floated down on translucent wings in a lazy corkscrew. Cray landed in a crouch next to Han.

  “She is truly a prodigy,” sang Cray. Its mantis-like head cocked toward the hatch. “That experimental matter displacer will be forever remembered when we land on the other side. Its creator not even through with University.”

  “You’re talking about her like she isn’t her. It’s just Sita, Cray.”

  “Sorry Han, that was a tone meant for my ancestral memory.”

  “You need to lay off those old documentaries, Cray.”

  “Sorry. Have you seen Wisp yet?” The mantis rubbed its limbs so gently, its voice was a whispered lullaby.

  Han only shook his head. That day. Both his friends changed that day. Only Cray stuck around. After that day, Sita hid within the Conquest, retrofitting the old warship for the experiment. Wisp was simply gone. She blew away with the autumn breeze. Before then the cloud girl had been at Han’s side for eight years. Would Wisp be around to swap stories in five years too?”

  Han and Cray hefted duffels and walked through the same hatch Sita had stormed through. Crackling electricity seemed to brush past on a breeze. The polished metal walls of the Conquest seemed to glow a haze of stormy grey.

  Han felt a curious familiar presence behind him. He turned, hoping against reason that Wisp had come.

  Bright blaze singed his hair and he squinted hard. Han and Cray were thrown by the force of a fiery blast onto the deck. Han whipped his head about and saw Wisp coalesce into a red-grey figure and dart to one side of the hatch. It was her, and she saved me, but from what?

  “Going someplace, Han?”

  That arrogant tone sent a shiver up Han’s spine. He balled fists.

  “Simush?” Han gasped. “What are you doing here?”

  “This vessel and its technology are property of the Anki Empire now!” Simush folded red wings tight against her long slender frame. Her red skin glowed in the light from fire lashing at Han as she spoke.

  A yellow blur cut through the smoke and haze. Then a purple blur caught Han in the side as it streaked by. Han doubled over and sucked in air. Simush bolted past.

  Sita’s screams echoed through Conquest’s corridors. Han rose to his feet and stumbled toward the engineering room where Sita faced three Anki. Han and Cray where in motion before even fully regaining their feet, but halfway across the hanger an utterly indescribable sensation left them both speechless.

  Han floated for an instant. Then the frigid cold of deep space and the pull of its vacuum ripped at him. Cray crashed into the hatch’s emergency closure release. Han saw the hanger doors start to close, but knew he was being pulled faster. He clawed desperately at the smooth walls and then stretched his limbs, hoping to grab anything before the cold void of space swallowed him wh
ole.

  He slapped into a muddy patch of air and gasped as he watched the hatch seal closed, inches from his face. Outside the hatch, Han stared at open space and the unfamiliar pattern of the stars. Then, Sita screamed.

  Chapter 2

  Han pulled in breath, but the atmosphere was too thin. Conquest’s door seals hissed as they completed fastening. Han drew another breath, and another. Out the window on the shuttle door, through inky black, pin pricks of starlight winked at Han as if sharing in his dreaded realization.

  “We just jumped?” Cray sang, rubbing two arms together to produce its melodic voice. Its head shook from side to side as if dismissing the notion.

  An orange-pink cloud enveloping Han drifted like fog to the space between Han and Cray, rapidly forming into the shape of a young slender woman, adorned in the silver wrappings of a shugarra. Han wondered why she chose the shugarra over her customary sun dress.

  The shugarra was the subject of humanity’s first and best attempt to reverse engineer Anki magic. At least a dozen technological leaps had advanced the colony in Han’s lifetime based upon the study of the shapeshifting armor.

  Perhaps she’s just blending in. Han took in the sight of her and tried to resist smiling. Wisp, his first friend. The girl who didn’t leave his side for years. Until…

  Wisp latched onto Han’s wrist and grabbed Cray’s arm with her other hand, tugging the pair toward Sita’s screams, now mixing with the sounds of violence.

  Han shook his head. The shock of the attack and the ship’s unexpected launch faded behind white hot jolts of adrenaline. They were rushing toward three of the most dangerous beings in the galaxy. Anki, as a species, wielded incredible magical abilities. A humanoid race most closely resembling mythological dragons, Anki were imbued with magical abilities according to the color of their scales. These three were dangerous because of their upbringing. Raised by the rogue group, Rakshasa, to believe that all sentient beings were their inferiors, Uli, Simush, and Kisher nearly took control of the planet Haran. They led their people, the new Anki Empire, in an attack on its capital, Korvis. They very nearly succeeded.

  He clutched at a bare wrist and hand. He wished there were a rappu on his hand.

  “I’ll take Uli,” Cray sang. “Wisp, can you handle Kisher?”

  The slight girl smirked and flexed an arm. Her biceps swelled larger than her head.

  “Simush!” Han screamed to the red Anki. He grasped the corridors with thumbed feet and hands, launching himself toward the sounds of Sita’s desperate fight. He burst into the central hanger and squinted through the smoke. Fire suppression foam sprayed from overhead ducts to one side. Three figures writhed away from the foam. One breathed a thin stream of acid, dissolving the tacky substance.

  Sita poked her head out from a control console. She hefted a wrench nearly the size of a baseball bat and tensed, before she recognized Han. She dropped the wrench and hugged him. “I thought it was just them and me.”

  “We’re here.” Han squeezed her and then held Sita at arm’s length.

  Cray and Wisp burst through the entry and over to Han and Sita.

  “That foam won’t keep them occupied long.” Sita tapped a couple keys, but the console responded with sparks and smoke.

  The three Anki struggled to remove enough fire suppressant foam to continue an assault.

  Han surveyed the Conquest’s hangar, two cruiser class shuttles, and… he swore at the empty space that idgeul once occupied. Then he noticed a locker door swinging open, and the silver glint of a shugarra within.

  “Come on, guys!” Han loped over with his tail up. He tossed a shugarra to Cray and another to Sita. He shrugged shoulders into the straps so the silver pouch was situated between his shoulders and spoke the command. Fabric rustled and wound its way into giant silver wings, a fearsome and beautiful mask, and tail feathers. He flexed the wings and crouched. Energy crackled at his palms.

  Beside him, Cray and Sita donned their devices. Wisp nodded at Han.

  Across the hanger, smoke curled out of Simush’s nostrils. She squinted serpentine eyes and flexed her red wings. “This ship is property of the Anki Empire and you are no longer welcome on it, Monkeyboy!”

  “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!” Sita shouted. “We hardly have star charts for this far into the galaxy! You launched a prototype engine with its creator light years away from its fuel source! It’s going to take years to get us back to LARC1!”

  Uli’s golden yellow head snaked around, he cast anxious glances about. “The fuel cells are not aboard?”

  Sita launched herself at him. Energy burst from her palms, battering the yellow Anki.

  Uli staggered back, his scales smoldering from the blast. “Surely the engine can make one more jump back to Haran.”

  “You knew what you were taking?” Sita screamed. “You knew what this what but not about the fuel cells?”

  “We will use this vessel to find the old Anki Empire!” Uli dodged Sita’s next blast.

  “No one is using that engine again for years, you morons!” Sita flapped the shugarra’s wings while leaping, then folded them in while faking a kick. Uli raised a short leg to block and absorb the blow. Sita pounded his head with her fist.

  Han looked away as Sita’s cobra punch connected. Smoke curled from Simush’s dart lined maw. The red Anki lunged in and struck with its tail in a powerful arcing motion. Han knew he couldn’t avoid the strike, so he lunged into it and wrapped an arm around the tail even as it slammed into his ribs.

  “You aren’t so tough without the fire. Go ahead! That fire suppressant doesn’t stick to shugarra.” Han stopped his taunt as spots of light burst in his vision. Sharp pain burst from the back of his head. Sita’s wrench clanged to the ground.

  Simush hissed a laugh. “Telekinesis isn’t affected one bit.”

  Han ducked just in time to miss the wrench’s second pass. Then he rolled toward the red Anki and swept his legs in a scissor motion, tripping her. The two grappled for control until they heard a loud pop and then silence.

  Han leapt off the red Anki and glanced wildly about. Kisher’s purple tail was wrapped tight around a rail near the hangar’s open bay door. Open space pulled the atmosphere from the room. Han knew something was off. This was not the same as the feeling of vacuum he had just experienced. Wisp and Cray had scrambled to one of the shuttles. Cray jabbed at the entry panel.

  Sita and Uli were still trading blows, unaware of the new danger. Han leapt from handhold to foothold, clawing and leaping over work stations, small surface transports, and pallets of supplies. He side-checked Uli with his shoulder and the Anki tumbled away. Han scooped Sita under one arm and bounded into the shuttle behind Cray and Wisp.

  The shuttle’s door slammed behind them and the hiss of air from the shuttle pressurizing reminded Han to breath. Except, he had been breathing. He pressed his face up to the window on the shuttle door. Uli, Simush, and Kisher faced him from within the control console’s booth.

  Sita shoved at Han. “What were you thinking? I had Uli! He was dazed and I could have captured him.”

  “Kisher spaced the hanger,” Cray sang from the control console.

  Sita slapped both palms to the hull and looked out the shuttle’s window. “You’re nuts! There’s still atmosphere, open up!”

  Han felt a pit grow in his stomach. Kisher’s magic simply made Han, Cray, and Wisp believe they had been spaced. “It was a trick!” he screamed.

  Uli, Simush, and Kisher gave solemn waves to Han and his friends from the sealed booth at the center of the hanger. Han felt the rumble of the hanger door. Then his stomach dropped as the magnetic clamps holding the shuttle to the deck of Conquest slid loose. The view of Uli, Simush, and Kisher slipped from his full view to an ever shrinking dot, and then only a silver speck.

  Cray’s four limbs ending in hands blurred across the control console. “We’ve been dropped! Initiating emergency activation.”

  Sita rushed into the copilot seat.
Wisp pressed her face to the glass next to Han. Two bursts of light lanced from Conquest and rocked the shuttle. The glowing after image haunted Han’s vision long after the shuttle went black.

  “This is worse than spaced!” Sita slapped the dead console. “Out there we would have been dead in an instant. In here, we won’t suffocate for an hour.”

  Han looked at Cray, Wisp, and Sita by only starlight. Minutes ago, he and Cray were saying goodbye to home for a five year study mission. Now he began thinking about saying his final goodbyes.

  Chapter 3

  “Connecting to shuttle CPU and initiating emergency protocols,” said an artificial voice from a dark corner of the shuttle.

  Han spun about and peered through the dark. He heard a rustling noise and MARC’s display screen lit the shuttle’s cabin. The little silver droid clambered out from beneath an overturned pile of supplies. The face on the display was his that of a middle aged woman wearing a look of concern. Han squinted, allowing his eyes to adjust. Now that MARC was uncovered, its display was the only light in the damaged shuttle.