Ouroboros- The Complete Series

by Odette C. Bell

  ‘Oh come on, it’s obvious. We’re meant to be in it together at the Academy. The people we train with, are the very same people we’ll rely on in space. We have to know they’ll have our backs. You need to know they’ll be competent enough to rely on. Harper’s the worst damn recruit I’ve ever seen. The minute anyone relies on her, she’ll get ‘em killed.’

  ‘How dare you,’ Alicia tried.

  ‘How dare I? Easily. You know I’m right. No one can rely on her. She’ll be a danger to any crew she joins. They should just kick her out now.’

  Nida didn’t say a word. She didn’t rise to her own defense.

  Why bother?

  He was right, wasn’t he? She’d started this situation. By touching the statue on Remus 12, she’d started this.

  A smarter recruit would have acted differently.

  A smarter recruit would have fixed this by now.

  A smarter recruit would have saved the Vex, too.

  At her fingertips was the incredible energy of the entity, yet she wasn’t wise enough to use it correctly.

  Nida curled the fingers of her left hand hard into her palm. It wasn’t out of anger, but defeat.

  She couldn’t shake the feeling she wasn’t adequate. Someone else, anyone else could have figured out how to save everyone without condemning a soul.

  For all the evil the Vex had committed, no race deserved their fate.

  ‘What, you aren’t going to say anything? You’re not even going to come to your own defense, are you? Because you’re weak, Nida Harper. A waste of goddamn Academy space. Quit already, give someone better a chance.’

  She dug her fingers harder into her left palm. The only reason her fingernails didn’t pierce the flesh was the entity and the power it gave her.

  Bradley had drawn a large crowd now. People were actually popping their heads around from doorways to watch the show.

  ‘You’re just going to stand there, aren’t you? You can’t come to your own defense, so how the heck are you going to come to ours? The Coalition would be better off without you. I pity anyone who has to rely on you. You’ll get everyone killed for sure—’ though Bradley’s voice was acerbic and brimming with indignation, suddenly it cut out.

  It was as if someone had slammed a fist into his throat.

  She was aware someone walked up to her shoulder, and she felt them lean down and pluck up her left hand.

  Carson.

  He pried her fingers from her palm and laced his own against hers.

  Startled, she stared at him.

  Silence spread throughout the hallway quicker than the speed of light.

  Carson Blake was holding her hand. In public.

  He turned to her, his lips drawn thin over his teeth, a compassionate look warming his gaze.

  Her obsession with being unable to save the Vex lifted. All those repetitive thoughts flew from her mind.

  His presence was like a gravity pool, tugging her from her problems as she concentrated on him instead.

  ‘Ah, what the hell?’ Bradley coughed.

  She knew everyone was looking at her. She didn’t care. She kept staring at Carson Blake.

  He was appraising her with the kind of gentle look that could not be mistaken for platonic.

  ‘Ah, Blake, what are you doing?’ Bradley continued.

  ‘We’re ignoring you,’ Carson said simply without turning from her. ‘You’re an idiot. You’ve got no idea what’s happening. You’re shouting your mouth off about your own hang ups, because you’re a coward. You’re the one who’s worried about others relying on you. And you should be. It’s an immense responsibility.’ Carson still didn’t shift his gaze from her. He might as well have been talking on a com line, rather than to the guy barely two meters to his side. ‘Some people can’t handle it. Some can,’ he smiled at her. ‘And there are some people who handle it so well, they can save everyone.’

  Bradley spluttered.

  Carson ignored him and continued. ‘I know who I'd want watching my back, Marshall, and it isn’t you. It’s Nida.’

  Bradley made a strangled attempt at laughing. ‘You’re joking, right?’

  ‘No. I don’t find this funny. Nor will the Admiral. Come on, Nida.’

  She let him lead her away by the hand.

  To be honest, she was kind of dazed.

  So was the rest of the crowd.

  It wasn’t every day Carson Blake came to the defense of some random cadet, was it?

  No. She wasn’t a random cadet; she was at the center of this, and so was he.

  By misfortune, or maybe luck, they’d been thrown together.

  And now, more than ever, she was thankful for his company.

  There was something about his mere presence that could lift her mood, something that could force her to hope they could get through this.

  They walked together until they were far away from that cursed corridor and their watchful audience. She didn’t look back, though she was sure Alicia gave a cheerful

  ‘whoop!’ at one point, probably insanely ecstatic Carson Blake was together with Nida.

  They were together, weren’t they? That kiss hadn’t been an accident.

  She tightened her grip on his hand.

  Finally they reached a door, and Carson swiped his wrist over a panel, gaining access with a discordant beep.

  The room beyond was messy. Really messy. There was a large desk in one corner, but you could barely see it from underneath a sea of datapads and broken gun casings.

  Pulse batteries lay scattered over the floor, with broken devices littered amongst them.

  Even the chair was covered in junk.

  Nida made a face. ‘What is this place? Is this a storage cupboard?’

  Carson gave an awkward laugh. ‘Ouch, no. It’s my office. It’s kind of a little messy, I guess,’ he muttered as he broke away from her and tried to clear a path through the junk.

  ‘This is your office?’ she questioned as she controlled her expression.

  She liked it neat and clean. Clearly Carson didn’t.

  Eventually he gave up on cleaning, as all he could really do was shift the mounds of junk around. Instead he stood a few meters from her, a couple of broken datapads in his hands as he considered her quietly. ‘You okay?’ he managed after a long pause, ‘just ignore that idiot Bradley.’

  She brushed at her arms, turning from him as she pretended she was interested in the view instead. Picking her way over to the window, she stared down. ‘Wow,’ she mumbled, ‘you can see the whole grounds from up here. See that oak tree over there? That’s my favorite spot on the whole grounds,’ she tried to distract him.

  She wasn’t successful.

  Carson dumped the datapads right on the ground, kicked them out of his path with the toe of his polished boot, and walked up to her. Leaning against the glass, he turned towards her, locking his gaze on hers until she was forced to look up.

  ‘Nida, ignore what Bradley said. He’s wrong: you do deserve to be part of the Academy. I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else by my side for this. You’re not the worst recruit in 1000 years, you’re the best. You should see how impressed Forest was at your speech to the Board. You pushed them into action, you made them appreciate the reality. My report was filled with facts, yours, the truth.’

  She ignored him.

  Or at least she tried to.

  ‘Hey,’ he shifted in, brushed her hair from her face with a quick movement of his thumb, and leaned down.

  His proximity was impossible to ignore.

  ‘What is it?’ he asked.

  She didn’t want to answer.

  She wanted to keep her insecurities locked inside, along with the entity. If Carson knew she was still hung up on the fact she was too stupid and weak, he’d be so disappointed in her.

  He did nothing but try to build her up. From his kind words to his impassioned defenses of her, Carson was constantly attempting to make her feel better about herself.

  His words couldn’t
wash away the guilt.

  It was stuck inside her like a burning ball, lodged right under her throat.

  Maybe it came from the entity, maybe it didn’t.

  It was there though. Growing bigger all the time. Begging, no, forcing her to do something.

  She could not stand by and watch the Coalition fall, yet nor could she do nothing for the Vex.

  ‘Just . . . hold on,’ he suddenly begged, dropping his hand from her cheek as he turned to the view.

  She caught a glimpse of his expression in the reflection from the smooth glass. His lips were drawn into a thin line, all cheer gone from his cheeks and eyes.

  He was under pressure from every direction. From her, from the Admiral, from the Coalition.

  ‘Hold on, Nida,’ he repeated as he brushed his hand heavily over the back of his short, stubbly hair. ‘It’ll all be over soon.’

  Something about his tone caught her attention. Pushing Bradley from her mind, she faced him. ‘What happened at the Board meeting? Are you allowed to tell me?’

  He looked uncomfortable.

  Before, she’d been unable to face him. Now it seemed he couldn’t face her.

  ‘They made their decision,’ he said tonelessly.

  ‘I’m not allowed to know, am I? I understand, I’m just a cadet.’

  He turned sharply now. ‘No, Nida, you are not just a cadet. Bradley was wrong, for god’s sake. So was Sharpe. Heck, so was I when I first met you. You’re more than they think you are. Nida, think about what you’ve achieved. Don’t let the entity’s guilt affect you, don’t let it cloud your judgment. You pushed through the entity’s control, you got us to the future and back again.’

  ‘Anyone could have done that,’ she whispered.

  He snorted gruffly. ‘Ha? Really? You honestly think that? Nida, I’ve been on more missions than I can count. I’m telling you as the head of the Force, few other people could have done what you did. I’ll admit, you may not have the best technical skills. Okay, they’re kind of woeful—but you can work on them. What you have instead is stamina, grit. You don’t give up. Remember how the Vex locked us in those illusions? I bought mine, without a question. You fought. And you kept fighting until you broke us both free.’

  ‘You’re overstating things, Carson.’

  ‘No, Nida, I’m not,’ his voice rose in anger. Not viciousness, but blunt surprise at her apparent ignorance. ‘Listen to me. I’m not telling you this because I want you to feel better—I’m telling you because it’s the truth. I know it must be hard to put up with the entity in your head, but don’t buy into its guilt. Don’t let it diminish what you’ve achieved.’

  She opened her mouth to protest. She stopped.

  His gaze burned as it locked on hers. In fact, there was so much passion distilled in his expression, it was a wonder his face didn’t pop.

  He really meant it, didn’t he?

  Her realization quietened her, sending a thoughtful stillness descending through her body.

  As it did, her left hand twitched.

  Carson noted it with a quick jerk of his head. ‘You okay?’

  ‘Hmm? Yeah, of course.’

  He let out a breath.

  ‘. . . Thanks for coming to my defense with Bradley. Maybe you’re right, and I’m better than I think, but his words were hard to ignore. I’ve heard them before, and now, more than ever, they seem poignant. I . . . don’t really want to admit this to you, but I should. I can’t help thinking . . . no, obsessing over the fact I should be doing more. I know you told me that we’ll concentrate on saving the Vex once we’ve saved the Coalition, but I . . . I can’t push away the guilt. I have access to the entity, to its power. But that power comes at a cost—if I use it, I can’t help thinking I should be using it to save the Vex.’

  Carson withdrew into a pointed, watchful silence. In fact, as he stood there, his form outlined by the streaming sunshine slicing through the window, he appeared to survey her completely.

  Was he looking for any sign the entity was once more taking control?

  She shifted uncomfortably, unconsciously clutching her left hand into a fist and tapping it on her leg.

  Immediately he leaned down, pulled her fingers from her palm, and locked his hand over hers.

  She blinked at the suddenness and directness of his move. ‘Carson?’

  ‘Just trust me. It’ll all be over soon.’ There was a reserved edge to his words. He also didn’t look at her directly, preferring to stare at her left shoulder instead, then down to her hand and the TI device over her wrist.

  ‘Carson?’

  ‘Just trust me,’ he repeated. ‘Please. We’re going to do what’s best for . . . everyone. We’ll fix this.’

  She couldn’t be sure, but it felt as if he was holding back. On what, she couldn’t tell.

  She didn’t push, though. If it had to do with the Board’s decision, she knew he wouldn’t be allowed to tell her.

  Carson was already under enough pressure without her adding to it.

  ‘I trust you,’ she affirmed quietly, realizing she really did.

  He was her rock, wasn’t he? Despite the violent storm of guilt the entity forced upon her, Carson’s presence gave her constant hope.

  He would do the best thing for everyone.

  He was Carson frigging Blake.

  She smiled.

  It wasn’t forced, nor was it a faked attempt at relieving him. It was genuine, and for the first time since she'd reached Earth, she felt a measure of happiness.

  It wouldn’t last.

  They were still on the knife’s edge.

  Chapter 15

  Carson Blake

  He’d never felt guilt like this. It assailed him like wave after wave of Barbarian warriors. It hammered and pummeled every scrap of happiness he enjoyed at her presence.

  Christ, it felt like swallowing knives.

  Here he was, assuring her it would be fine, when he knew it wouldn’t be.

  The Coalition were going to destroy Remus 12. The Vex and their cursed timeline would be completely obliterated. Wiped from history as the burning remains of that planet exploded into space.

  Though he tried to keep a smile on his face, it was using all his energy to keep his lips fixed and his cheeks pressed against his eyes.

  What would she do when he eventually had to tell her?

  Would she break up with him? That was a given. He would have lied to her; he’d deserve it.

  But what would the entity do?

  It was still controlling her, wasn’t it?

  Subtly.

  Sure, it wasn’t forcing objects to hurtle around her. But it was taking hold of her emotions and warping them towards itself.

  She’d spoken of her guilt at being unable to help the Vex. Though Nida was a genuinely kind person, and would of course feel for the Vex’s plight, he just knew the brunt of her guilt came from the entity.

  He didn’t know what to do about it, though.

  Would the entity break through and control her again? According to all scans on Nida and her modified TI, that would be impossible.

  It might not need to though. If it manipulated her enough, it could still get her to do what it wanted.

  Carson felt sick. Powerfully, powerfully sick. His stomach wasn’t just doing loops, it was travelling at light speed as it twisted and contorted.

  He had no idea what to do.

  Though he would have to tell her the truth at some point, he couldn’t do it now.

  She was looking happy, or a measure of happy, for the first time in days.

  He couldn’t tear her down.

  So he stood there instead, smiling as heartily as he could, even though his heart was icy cold.

  ‘Thanks, Carson,’ she suddenly broke the silence. She also looked at him lovingly. ‘I couldn’t do this without you. I know you keep telling me I’m better than I think, but I’m still not as good as you. You’re incredible. I mean, you’re not just great at being a security officer, you�
�re so moral. You always do what’s right, always look after the weak. You’re incredible,’ she repeated.

  He didn’t move.

  He didn’t say anything.

  He let her words sink into his skin like barbs.

  He always looked after the weak and did what was right?

  He was about to commit mass genocide by obliterating Remus 12.

  He kept telling himself it was the only way—and the Board agreed—but if he was wrong, he’d condemn not just one planet full of people, but 5000 years’ wroth.

  That wasn’t the actions of someone incredible; it was the actions of a monster.

  Carson tried to push back his thoughts, it was near impossible.

  Guilt didn’t simply assail him anymore, it grew so fast in his gut, it felt like an infection spreading through his body. By the time it reached his heart, he wanted to keel over.

  What was he doing?

  What was he doing?

  If Carson were thinking normally, he’d affirm he was saving the Coalition.

  The only way to save everyone he cared about, was to destroy Vex.

  The planet was broken anyway. In many ways, he’d be doing them a favor. He’d prevent that cursed planet from going through another iteration.

  . . . .

  He had no right to think like that.

  As Nida looked up at him, and even moved closer, resting her head on his chest as she let out a soft breath, he nearly shook.

  He didn’t deserve this.

  Her admiration. Her love.

  He was about to destroy Vex. He could pretend he’d be doing them a favor.

  He’d be killing them.

  He could pretend it was the only way to be sure the Coalition would survive, but he didn’t know that.

  He was trapped.

  Caught between protecting his own and sacrificing a whole race to do so.

  In many ways, the decision wasn’t really his, and he could push away the guilt. The Admiral and the Board had made the final call.

  Even if he backed out now, they wouldn’t care.

  It was beyond him.

  And yet it wasn’t.

  He’d advocated for the destruction of Vex, and he’d never wash the blood from his hands.

  He tensed, a cold sensation flooding through his chest. It felt like he’d just swallowed a whole ice planet, and the damn thing had lodged in his throat.