Randolph Lalonde

Resurrection

Prologue

It was a rebirth. Under the dim flickering lights of the cold, dark cargo hold two women played the roles of midwives. The tall one with the long brown hair entered the final combination on the small control panel built into the stasis pod. The shorter woman waited, standing close and ready with a breathing device in hand.

The dark stasis pod opened at the bottom. Thick fluid burst forth, carrying an unconscious man out onto the deck. “Hurry, get the pump in,” said the taller of the two.

Just as the man was beginning to gag, emitting only a deep gurgling sound, the older, the shorter of the two women bent down and expertly inserted the breathing apparatus. It turned on and began to extract the liquid in his lungs while she held it to his mouth, keeping him from spitting it out. The contents of his stomach came up as well, the same fluid he was breathing in stasis.

His writhing and retching was an unconscious thing, a primal struggle for life that was so severe that he began to thrash. “Hold his hands Alice, we don't want him hurting himself, poor man.”

At her counterpart's urging she did what was asked, kneeling down and taking firm grip of his wrists. “Good thing he's still sedated. This is no picnic.”

“Was it like this for you?”

“It was, only I was awake the entire time. The system used the emergency pump to help me expel some of the stasis fluid. I didn't understand how my body worked when the ejection system dropped me. He'll be better off.”

“Do you think he'll remember anything from before they put him in?”

“They wiped him, his memories of people and places are gone. His skills and what they programmed into him are all there though.”

“What did they program him with? Did you get a chance to see?”

“Combat skills, survival, medical treatment methods for all races, a huge object and location database, and some kind of persistent service and employment directive. It's like they wanted him to work for them, or anyone really. If it sticks he'll never be able to function unless he has some kind of employer.”

“Doing what?”

“Anything, from waste management to CEO to hit man. He'll go crazy if he's unemployed for long. The only way to break it is serious psychological trauma.”

“He should fit right in then.”

“Until we find a way to get back to him. They even changed his name.”

“To what?”

“Jacob Valance.”

“That's awfully close to his real one.”

“That's the point. He'll accept it more easily if it's near what he grew up with. I wish we had time to find out what they had planned for him, all this preparation had to be for something,” Alice said as she stood up. “He's clear, pull out the pump Bernice.”

The mouthpiece was carefully removed and Alice put a blanket around him with great care. She knelt down and gently wiped the thick stasis fluid off his sleeping face. “I wish I could do more for you father. I wish I could stay and help you make sense of it all, remind you of what you're missing, where you should be but they're after me. They'll be after you too if we don't leave you here,” she whispered. “I promise I'll find a way to come back or find someone who can help you.”

“We have to go dear, I'm so sorry,” Bernice said as she closed the doors to the stasis pod and activated the small anti-gravity drive on the bottom. It hovered up a few centimetres from the deck and she started leading it to the airlock.

“I know,” Alice replied quietly as she stood and wiped away a tear. “God this is wrong, but it's the only way for him to be safe. If they find him with us they'll kill him or worse,” she slid a backpack off her shoulders and dropped it as she looked around the cargo bay, shaking her head.

She followed behind Bernice and a moment later the airlock sealed. A few clicks and a shudder later the smaller ship that had delivered the slumbering man decoupled.

The vessel carrying the two women away jettisoned the empty stasis chamber. It cracked and twisted in the near instant freeze of space before a bolt of plasma blew it into a million pieces. It would transmit the status of its contents no longer, and as the small, mantis like vessel escaped into hyperspace the larger, older ship left behind drifted just on the edge of an asteroid belt, waiting for her new Captain to awaken.

Five Years Later

Lacent III was its usual brooding self. Planets have moods, temperaments, and that one was always dark and cold. With grey black rolling clouds that barely yielded rain and the eleven degree temperature it was anything but comfortable for human habitation in the temperate zone. As the small crew of five made their way up the empty main street of Second Fall, a small port town with nothing but dry, hard packed ground for miles around, they shielded their faces and exposed skin against the fine sand whirling around. The air was grey, the ground was grey. The features of the steel buildings glinted in the minimal light, any paint or decorations had eroded away long ago under the constant abrasion of the coarse airborne particulates.

The day was only a little brighter than night, but it was twenty degrees warmer. In the falling twilight the five crewmembers wanted to be indoors before nightfall. The Gallows Hall was the biggest, the best tavern on the planet, and it was the only place they wanted to be. It was six stories tall and provided lodgings for a price to travellers who wanted a little time away from their ships or were just too intoxicated to remember where they parked.

“I can't wait to get inside and just crawl into a bottle of hot Michnikel,” one of the crew said, he was a shorter fellow who didn't bother with his vacsuit headgear, but tried to shield his face from the sand with his hands instead.

“That stuff'll rot your brain. Besides, I don’t see the point in drinking something that causes memory loss more than seventy percent of the time. I'm here to make good memories, that's what leave's all about,” A young woman walking in front of him replied. She was one of the practical ones in the group who wore her headpiece.

“You think we'll have a good time here? Have you seen where we landed?”

“Now I understand why the Captain stayed aboard ship. There's nothing to get excited about,” said another fellow who shielded his face with his upraised arm.

“He stayed aboard ship to finish the trade. We're lucky we got off, otherwise we'd be transporting pressurized phosphoric acid for a couple hours,” said the one at the rear, the other woman in the group, who wore her vacsuit headpiece as well. It had a transparent face and fit closely to her head.

“Why would anyone want to pressurize that stuff anyway? It's bloody dangerous.”

“They can squeeze a little over two percent more cargo into the space they have, that's why. Amounts to an awful lot when your hold is about three thousand square meters.”

As they came within just a few meters of the paired doors leading into the tavern, a few patrons came stumbling out. They were in vacsuits, some close fitting, others looked more protective and utilitarian. They looked like a mixed bunch, but definitely from the same crew. They were stumbling about, a few of them leaning against each other. “Oh God, I hate this planet,” said one.

“Is it supposed ta burn?” Said another gruff fellow with a thick accent as he stumbled a few steps, bottle in hand.

“Let's get back to the ship.”

The five on their way inside hesitated for a moment, waiting for the nine patrons to get out of the way. Without warning the stumbling, bottle toting patron staggered right towards them. “Hey, Captain doesn't let booze on board, want the rest o' this?” He asked, holding out the half full bottle as he fell into one of the approaching crew.

Two of them caught him and a third took the bottle. “Judging from what it's done to you, I think I'll pass,” she said, handling it by the neck with two fingers.

“Back on your feet, guy,” the larger of the crew said as he walked the intoxicated fellow back to his friends, who were slowly starting to walk away from the door. A pair of them each took an arm and started guiding him down the street.

They watched the ragtag crew make their way down the abandoned walkway for a moment then started through the doors. “Wait, where's Gillian?” Asked one of the women in the group.

The other three looked around and didn't see the woman who was walking at the rear last they looked. “Gillian!” One of the men called out.

“They must have taken her,” said another fellow, drawing his long pistol. He ran down the street to the nearest corner where he could see one of the patrons just walking out of sight.

“Wait!” Said another man as he ran after his friend. He was several meters behind but close enough to see the flashes of light from the alleyway as his friend was shot several times. He stopped, unsure of himself. The two other crew members stopped behind him. “What do we do?”

“We wait, then we pick up Curtis's corpse and bring it back to the ship,” the other fellow said, checking the crew status readout on his wrist. One light was out.

“We didn't see them take her, whoever did it must be around here somewhere,” retorted the last remaining woman in the group.

“If those folks were the distraction, I don't want to see the main event.”

“What do you mean? We can't just-”

“I mean whoever's got their hands on her's more dangerous and I don't want to cross them,” he replied to her insistently. That was the end of it.

Across the street, behind a small building Gillian struggled with her wrist restraints. Her captor had come up from behind without making a sound while she stood watching the stumbling revellers. He pressed one hand down on her sidearm, jamming it into its holster. He held a weapon right up against her neck. It was some kind of injector mounted on his arm.

“Don't say a word, don't move and you'll make it out of this alive,” he whispered, dragging her backwards across the street at a run. He was strong, fast, and he knew exactly what he was doing. As soon as they got around the corner he took her handgun out of its holster and put it inside his long coat. She grabbed his arm and tried to flip him, but he dropped to his knees and punched her in the stomach so hard it knocked all the wind out of her.

He tripped her and she fell flat on her back. Before she knew it she was in wrist restraints. “My license number is Valance-433-11482-21-3, I represent the Carthis Port Authority.”

“Bounty Hunter?” She asked, just catching her breath.

“Yes, they have you down for one count of attempted starship hijacking and five counts of murder.”

“Let me explain, that ship belonged to my brother, his crew wouldn't give it to me when he died.”

The bounty hunter pulled something out of his black long coat and rolled it out on the ground beside her. “You'll get a trial.”

Gillian watched him open a slit in the long bag and redoubled her efforts, trying to get on her feet. “What are you doing?”

“It's a vacbag, it'll protect you until I can get you in stasis,” he said as he firmly planted a hand on her chest and unsealed her head piece.

“Please, don't do this! They'll kill me! Just let me go, I'll give you everything I have, anything you want!” She pleaded as she looked up at his blackened transparesteel faceplate. He was in a sealed black vacsuit and black long coat, everything about him was unyielding and inhuman. He brought the device on his left forearm up to her throat again, only this time the metal injector touched bare skin and she winced in anticipation of whatever substance he was about to dose her with. There was a moment of hesitation. “I'm sorry, I'm under contract,” he said before she felt the injector's pinch. She slipped into unconsciousness as he put her headpiece back on and rolled her into the vacbag.

Routine Maintenance

The Samson hovered over the alleyway and opened the lower rear hatch. Captain Valance awaited below with a body in a vacbag over his shoulder. In all black he blended in perfectly with the darkness around him except for the glint of the thrusters reflected by his darkened face plate. Frost dropped a harness from the hatch and his Captain wrapped his free arm in it. “Haul me up,” he commanded.

He activated the winch and pulled him up ten stories through the hatchway and into the lower airlock. “Captain's in and we're clear to move on to the second pick up, Ashley,” Frost reported.

“Roger, moving on,” replied a female voice with a slight lisp so her s's and z's had a softer sound.

“She cause much trouble?” Frost asked the Captain as he made sure the lower hatch was secure.

“No more than I expected,” he replied as he stepped onto the small lift plate that would elevate him out of the airlock and into the interior of the ship. “I'm going to get her into stasis. Get the rest of the crew on board and set course for the Thadd System.”

“Aye sir.”

“Did you manage to replace anyone while I was landside?”

“Aye sir. Three able crewmen signed on, all experienced and an engineer with three years schoolin'.”

“Lucky, does he have any experience?”

“Just a few months on an old ore hauler. He's only nineteen.”

“Young. Well, take care of him. Make sure he has an opportunity to learn before we need him for anything important.”

“Aye sir.”

“Oh, and Frost; after this capture is in stasis I'll be in my quarters. No disturbances,” Captain Valance's voice had a dark seriousness that ended arguments and cleared rooms.

“Aye, bad one sir?” Frost asked as he watched his Captain reach the top of the airlock and step out.

He didn't reply.

“We're at the pickup point Frost, they should be right below us,” Ashley reported through the communicator stud in his pierced ear.

“Aye, I see 'em,” he replied, looking at the beat up monitor in the airlock wall. “Opening up. Get ready ta get outta here, we're headed straight on to Thadd.”

“Really? We getting leave?” She asked.

“Don't think so, pretty sure it's a job. Ask the Captain later, he's in a mood.”

“He always gets that way when we pull off a bounty he has to track for a while.”

“Yup.”

“Know why?”

“Nope,” Frost said as he opened the hatch and kicked both of the harnesses down to the crew members below. “We've got to get a better system for this,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head.

Elsewhere on the ship Finn shook his head at a tiny compartment where several operating components were wedged in. It was like opening a bank vault. Every key component of the inertial dampener systems were locked up in some box, or sealed in some piping, or built right between two parallel bulkheads, like this one. It took Finnn half an hour of looking at how it was placed just to figure out his best route to access. He had seen well integrated systems before, but whoever had rebuilt that section of the dampeners had one thing in mind: it must not fail.

Word was that they had just finished chasing down a bounty and it meant a payday for everyone. When and how much he hadn't asked yet, but since he had nothing to do with the capture, he wasn't expecting anything. His experience over the last couple days had been eventful, interesting, so he had no reason to complain as far as he was concerned.

He had been hired on by Frost, the First Officer. What a character, with his accent, which was a little like a Coreworld British but more closer to the old Earth Irish accent he had seen in the movies. Hiring for the Samson wasn't exactly complicated. Frost checked for a criminal record, glimpsed at his educational transcript and he was assigned to a repair post aboard.

His quarters consisted of a locker, a lower bunk, and a trunk at the end of the bed. There were six bunks crammed into the small cabin and a man to each. He was thankful that the fellow who slept above him, a large man who smelled like engine degreaser, worked on the opposite shift. He had only met him the one time while he was settling in.

Having served on an ore hauler, he was used to a noisy ship, so the quiet of the Samson was a little unnerving. It was an ugly, heavily modified ship that looked more like an insect with its engine pods, the maxjack grappler and cargo train hookups at the back. He couldn't believe how well maintained the ship was on the inside. It was all unpainted decking and grating everywhere with low lighting to save power, but mechanically he had never been on such a ship.

The near silence in most areas was still unnerving. There were twenty eight aboard but he hadn't seen anyone for hours. Not since he had started servicing the starboard inertial dampening system. At first he didn't understand how he could work on them while they were in hyperspace, but then he took a look at the electrical diagram. There was a backup for the backups, so if he took something offline another part of the system would compensate seamlessly.

He finally figured out how to move the core inertial director he was working on. It was a bulky, square component connected to secondary power in at least three ways. Half of its casing was removed already so there was room for the modifications that had been made. Finn shook his head and crawled between the bulkheads, laying on one side with his arms over his head so he could fit and reach the component. As he had seen, it looked like if he moved the whole director box up, then away from him, down and forward it should just pop right out.

It took four tries. There was a latch behind that locked the whole component in place that he hadn't seen until he was under it. After that it came right out into the hallway. It took him several minutes to extract himself from the cramped space, then he just stood there looking at the part for a moment. "What the hell happened to this thing? There's a reserve capacitor and God knows what else," he muttered to himself.

"Looks like Captain built a whole backup control circuit inta it. Look there, it's a wireless receiver," Frost pointed out. He was chewing a greenish meal bar.

"It's attached to a very old processing unit."

"Doesn't need much of a brain to relay commands."

"True, I have to admit; it's ugly, but ingenious. There's a primary and two backup systems built into this little unit and I couldn't see it ever completely breaking down."

"Then whys it out on the deck all in the open like?"

"Oh, a status panel on the bridge said it was running hot by eleven degrees."

"That'd be the capacitor kit built right up against the bottom of the casin' I'd imagine."

"Yup." Finn carefully picked up the unit and turned it over so he could see the capacitor kit, a small, heavy box built right up against the inertial director unit. It was painted black at one point in time, but you could barely tell from the dented and scratched casing. "This thing looks older than I am."

"Probably is. Does it hold a charge?"

He scanned it and nodded. "Enough to keep this unit powered for five or six days if the mains go out. I bet if I add a little insulation right between the director and capacitor casings it'll stop overheating." He put the unit down, being careful not to disconnect any of the cables leading back into the crawlspace, and started to remove the capacitor casing. "Does the Captain modify a lot of the ship systems?"

Frost laughed for a minute, nodding. "He built this rig from a hull and a pile o' parts in the cargo hold, if you believe the stories. He was an engineer for some military outfit."

"How long have you been aboard?"

"Little over three years. Started as a gunner."

"What do you do now?"

"Tactical, not because I was a good gunner, but because I run that maxjack like no one he's found."

"Those big clamps right?"

"Well, that's part of it, there's also automated plasma cutters, pry arms, a fortified airlock and other stuff ye should just hope ye never hafta repair. Ever seen one work before?"

"Nope, this is my first tour as a mercenary. All I know is that we go after people who are running away from the law or owe our clients credits."

"You mean lots o' credits. Captain doesn't go after debts under a hundred thousand unless he gets to keep whatever he finds. Bounties since I've been aboard are mostly for serious crime and we do almost everythin' else. He's no slaver though. Anyway, a maxjack grapples onto another ship then uses cutters and that hard airlock ta bust through a door or make a new one. It's a hell of a show, pirate's dream."

"I could imagine. Did the Captain build it himself?"

"Nope, he said he got it from a scrap yard. He's made improvements, sure, but mostly he had to make sure the rest of this old cargo hauler could handle the stress and impact it goes through when the maxjack is doing what it was made for, crackin' hulls."

"This was a cargo hauler?"

"At some point in time, aye. Makes sense that you don't recognize it though, with all the armour platin' and extra manoeuvrin' thrusters."

"Not to mention the rail cannons and EMP turret."

"Yup, there's nothin' else like her. Customized past designation and rock hard. A lot like her Captain."

"He seems that way. How long has he had this ship?"

"Last time someone asked him he said he was hatched here. At first I didn't believe it. Since then I've seen enough to know it's been awhile. This ship is as much part of him as his right arm. No one knows it like him, no one could run her like him."

"Well, I can see he already thought of my solution. There's already insulation between the capacitor kit and the main director box, it's just been worn through," Finn said as he pulled what was left of the grey-blue insulation layer. "It just needed replacing."

"Well, if you're thinkin' like the Captain while servicin' his ship, it'll be hard ta go wrong. You're doin' better than the last man standin' in your place already."

"What happened to him, anyway?"

"He bought a ship the Captain picked up on a job. Makin' his own way somewhere now. Didn't take long, he only lasted five months. Pretty normal for repair crews ta go through members though."

"Well, if the whole ship's like this then I could see why. Without the proper training someone couldn't last at this. Everything's done a certain way, it's all made to work a long time. Bad workmanship shows when the Captain rebuilt the ship himself."

"Yup, last Chief Engineer we had discovered that the hard way. Haven't had an official replacement since."

"What happened?" Finn asked as he started putting the whole inertial director back together.

"Well, that's a sore point with some of the crew, so you'll have ta keep this to yourself. His name was Nokilla, good fella really, smart. He was lazy though, and kept the repair crews running hard so he didn't have to get his hands dirty. There was this one recovery that almost went bad. We took a lot of hits from this ship who thought they could get away from us because they had a plasma cannon and a beam or two. We got 'em anyway, but got shaken up real good. Lost a couple repair guys and a lot of grunts. Only way to get the ship back in shape was to get everyone in on the repairs, Nokilla included. I remember it like yesterday. A whole section of our main starboard power relay was hit, you can still see it if ye look."

"I think I did, that whole section of the inner hull is a different colour."

"Aye, ya have me and Torres to thank for that, we patched that hole. We couldn't run the new cables for power though. I might have a pretty good idea of how that stuff works but I'm no specialist. So Nokilla had ta do it. Well, he rushed through so he could move onto the next job and was just finishin' up. He added a few power distributors to the circuits so he didn't have to manually hard wire any of the main lines, knowin' that he would be short on other work that needed doin' closer to the engines. One of the repair guys, well this one was a girl, called him on it when she saw what he was doing. She knew that without those power distributors a part of the engine would have ta be wired without a backup line or safeties.”

Finn shook his head and whistled. "Wow, one thing goes wrong and you could start a fire or blow a whole line of thrusters without distributors. Besides, used in the wrong place they'll just heat up and slow everything down."

"Right, so Nokilla passes her off and tells her to keep her nose out of his business. She stomps off, pissed like it was all personal, an' just stops dead as she rounds the corner. There's Captain, standing right within earshot. She can't move, he's fumin'."

"Oh crap, he didn't hear the whole thing did he?"

"He musta. He just politely as pie steps around her and walks right up beside Nokilla. He looks over the mess he's made and just asks; 'Do we have more distributors?' Chief tells him; 'I'll get them from somewhere Captain.' Captain looks over ta the repair girl, I think her name was Limerick, real nice young thing, and asks; 'Do we have any more in stores?' an' she says; 'we don't'.

Captain didn't say anything, he just grabs Nokilla by the collar and hauls his ass down the hallway like some sack of meat. At one point Captain pulled his gun so the Chief wasn't arguing until he saw the starboard airlock. I was standin' right there, gettin' suited up for another trip out to help with patchin' the hull and the Captain tells me; 'Open it.' I'm not the arguin' kind, 'specially when he's got his gun out, so I do and in goes Nokilla. Captain closes the inner door and shoots the controls then says; 'If you can fix this from in there and let yourself back in, I'll let you stay aboard until we get to the next port.' Well, Nokilla just stared for a minute then he opened the control panel on his side. He must have been more rattled than anyone thought, 'cause the next thing we see is this spark from our side of the controls and the outer doors open. Sucked him right out into space, no helmet, nothin, guy wasn't even smart enough to strap himself in or get into an emergency suit."

"You're kidding!"

"Nope, Nokilla's prolly still driftin' around out there."

"I've heard of people getting spaced before, but I've never met someone who actually did it."

"Well, that's our Captain. He doesn't lose his temper often, but lazy cusses like Nokie and folk who endanger the ship'll send him over the edge every time."

"Has he done it to anyone else?" Finn asked in a whisper.

"He hasn't had to, everyone knows what happened ta Nokie. He's left people in port before if they can't follow the ways of the ship, sure, but that's different. You've still got air, you're somewhere and you can prolly find another crew to sign with."

Finn looked at the inertial director, double checking his workmanship.

"Hey, look at that, it looks exactly like it did when ye found it," Frost said as he picked up a mechanical scanner and checked it. "Temperature's down twenty four degrees, looks like you did a hell of a job."

"I just matched what the Captain did before."

"You'll do just fine as long as you keep doin' everythin' that way. I'll see ye 'round kid, Captain prolly wants me on the bridge," Frost said as he handed the small scanner tool to Finn.

Frost wiped his hands off on the back of his loose fitting vacsuit and rounded a corner, nearly bumping into Captain Valance. The lighting was always a little dim, as though to hide the bare cables and piping along the walls. The panels that hid them were long gone, whether as a result of some kind of damage or because they caused a major inconvenience during repair no one but the Captain knew.

He nodded at Frost, who had fallen in step at his left hand side. "Nokilla story again?"

"Yup, kid's eyes were the size of pie plates."

"You know I really thought he'd be able to find his way in, even if he had to suit up, go outside and come in through a working hatch."

"I hear ya, but it's still a good story to tell the newbies. Keeps 'em in line right from the start."

The Bridge

The Samson emerged from hyperspace and expelled its waste gases in a flaring dispersal cloud. For a moment it looked like the ship had luminous white wings before the debris scattered in all directions. The tarnished brown and dark grey hull of mix matched panels and armour plating glinted under the light shed by the distant blue sun of the Thadd solar system.

Inside the snub nosed bridge section at the front of the ship Captain Jake Valance piloted the vessel personally. He glanced towards the transparent steel window by reflex then back down at the console. Originally the bridge featured a large window at the front but over time armour took priority and with the addition of plating there was nothing but a four centimetre high, meter wide slit left. The bridge was dark, most of the light came from the flat control panels or safety lights lining the inverted U shaped walkway.

“Why aren't we connected to Navnet? I'm not alligian, I can't sense gravitational shifts and magnetic fields with my mind. We need a trajectory.”

“The Port control system says our subscription has expired,” replied a dark haired young woman from beside him. She was scrolling through a holographic list of prices and news announcements that was contaminated by dozens of advertisements. On the panel underneath it the subscription terms were listed. “They say you'll have to pay the last four months and the next two if you want access to the Navnet.”

“God damned crooks, why the hell do we have to pay every month for network access? We've been here maybe twice since I signed on three years ago, bloody pointless,” Frost complained as he scanned the area watching for ships that could cause trouble.

“Easy Frost. I agree but we don't have a choice. Put our hazard marker on. We'll hold this pattern until I pay us up. Take the controls Ashley,” the Captain directed quietly.

“Yes sir,” she had long black hair and dark eyes that were a stark contrast to her pale skin. They slid their reclined control chairs out of their stations and switched seats. Her hands deftly unlocked the console and she took the manual controls, following the drifting course set by her Captain a moment before. “You recalibrated while I wasn't looking and brought the new port stabilizers online. Feels like I'm driving a flying carpet.”

“Ah, it was the new lad, he's finishin' all the mechanical work 'round here like he's in for a bonus,” Frost chuckled. “He'll learn.”

“With fees like this, we'll have to finish this quickly.” Captain Valance said as he entered a credit number and paid the high network subscription fee. “Remind me to switch to a different transponder the next time we come anywhere near this system, it would be cheaper to start a whole new subscription.”

“Aye sir.”

“And suddenly I can see. Navnet's up,” Ashley smiled widely as the holographic display in front of her started giving her detailed information about every ship's destination and available pre-plotted courses through the mess of port traffic. There were thousands of ships in orbit all coming and going.

“The last solid lead we had on the Ferret Three said she was supposed to pick up a priority shipment today at the St. Kitts Port.”

“Ooh, the tropical section. I might just get some sun this trip,” Ashley said as she selected and reserved a safe trajectory leading to the planet side port. “Course plotted, waiting for the word to start in.”

“Okay, we have a landing platform marked. Go ahead.”

“Aye sir, fresh fruit and sunshine here I come,” she said as she rotated the ship and fired the main engines, starting the Samson on its course towards the massive blue and green planet.

“I'll take deck plating and artificial air any day. Never know what kind of diseases are brewing on a world like that,” Frost grumbled. “No contact from anyone who might want us slagged sir. We won't have to look over our shoulder more n' normal.”

“Good, I was hoping this trip would be uneventful,” Captain Valance said as he finished entering in the information required by port control.

“Can I go planetside with you and the boys sir? Please?” Ashley begged exaggeratedly as she flew the ship between two massive cargo haulers. One was ten kilometres long, the other stretched over fifteen with all their compartments lined up behind them. She spoke with a slight lisp that most of the crew found endearing, especially when she forgot she had it during a moment of excitement.

“Depends on whether or not the Ferret is where she's supposed to be. Her Captain has a reputation and I don't want our best pilot shot up.”

“I'll wear my bikini the whole time,” she teased.

Frost turned right around in his seat to face the Captain, who was focusing on the copilot's station. “Can she come along sir? Please?”

“I'll check with Port Control on our way in, see if the Ferret is where we want her. No promises.”

“Aye aye sir,” Ashley replied as the planet loomed larger on the pilot's station.

“Everyone strap in, we're going atmospheric,” Captain Valance announced ship wide. “Retracting engine pods.” He continued as he flipped a number of switches at the small co-pilot's station. The eight engines held away from the ship by fifty meter long arms stretching to the right, left, top and bottom from the main body of the ship retracted so the arms were only ten meters long.

“I don't know why ye warn the crew, with the inertial dampener and gravity systems aboard we've never had a bump,” Frost said as he continued to check the tactical display for known ships.

Captain Valance ignored him and double checked Ashley's course.

“Here we go, one hollow meteor headed landward,” Ashley muttered as the ship began to enter the atmosphere.

The ship shook and the inertial dampeners whined as they tried to adjust to the new gravitational dynamics and turbulence. Captain Valance reached over to the pilot's station and flipped a switch. “You forgot to change modes again,” The ship stopped shaking as the dampening systems switched to atmospheric mode.

“Sorry sir.”

“That's all right, you should have seen the last pilot. He nearly rammed-”

“Straight into a closed port door, so you've told me every time I forget to switch to atmospheric mode. Thanks Frost,” Ashley interrupted.

“Only tryin' ta make ya feel better lass.”

“Extending wings and switching profiles,” Captain Valance announced as he adjusted the controls. The pair of arms extending from the bottom of the craft moved so they stretched out from the sides. He made a few more adjustments at the co-pilot’s station and the arms to the left, right and at the top widened several meters, turning into atmospheric wings.

“No need to make me feel better, I love flying through atmosphere, it's like I'm a bird,” she controlled the ship into a glide and slowly throttled up, levelling out.

“A great big twenty thousand ton bird. Our emissions are less than half of legal port maximum. Hull plating did just fine on entry,” Frost reported.

“Good, last thing I need is a quarter million credit fine. Go get geared up and get me a pulse stunner from the armoury.”

“Pulse stunner?” Frost asked the Captain.

“We do have some left, right?”

“Aye, but what do ye need with a pulse stunner?”

“They outlawed lethal weaponry since we've last been through here.”

“Bloody weapon control fanatics. I'll get us set sir. Who's goin' out into port with us?”

“The Ferret is parked nowhere near where I'd like to see it. Bring the kid, we're just fact finding.”

“Yes sir,” Frost said as he left the bridge.

“If you're just fact finding, what's the harm in me-”

“Not this time Ashley. You'll stay behind and supervise the crew. Someone has to direct maintenance.”

“Yes sir,” she replied, disappointed. “Coming up on platform 233F.” She fired deceleration thrusters and brought short range anti-gravity systems online as the ship descended towards a large, circular landing platform set just above the lush jungle tree line.

Landing gear extended and the feet splayed out for several meters at the ends of the struts. Just a few seconds later they touched down gently, evenly distributing the weight of the ship across the large platform.

“Nice landing,” Captain Valance commented as he made for the bridge doorway.

“I aim to please.”

“Oh, and when you go out to supervise hull inspection bring a deck chair,” The Captain said before closing the hatch behind him.

St. Kitts Port

The main gangway lowered. One of the arms at the end jammed for a few seconds then dropped several centimetres with a sudden gaseous release and a loud clink. The other was working perfectly, lowering its end as smoothly and quietly as it could with the impedance of its counterpart on the other side.

“I guess I'll add that to the list,” Finn said, shaking his head. He followed Frost and the Captain down the ramp.

“We'll never be taken seriously in port with these things,” Frost commented as he re-holstered the slim, elegantly styled silver pulse pistol. He looked up to the Captain, who was in his black form fitted vacuum suit, sealed up to the neck, and thick, long black trench coat. It was loaded with engineering tools and many other useful objects. No one had an accurate inventory of what he kept in that thing but the armoured coat itself was worth more than everything Frost had on him. It could stop most small arms fire, expand into a survival pod with life support and that was only what he had seen the Captain use it for over the last three years. What the white silk scarf he always wore with it was for he didn't know and would never ask.

He looked him up and down again. “Well, maybe they'll take you seriously.”

If Captain Valance heard his comment, he didn't show it. The yellow tinted sunshine, heat and humidity hit them all at once. The tree line was just below their landing platform and the air was thick with the aroma of life. They were close enough to hear the chirps of birds and calls of the small primates that leapt and ran through the uppermost branches.

The port complex consisted of massive pillars with landing platforms jutting out of the sides. Some of the platforms were over five hundred meters across but most were between one and two hundred. They reached a kilometre high, and were spaced out so they wouldn't interfere with the sunlight. Finn looked around, taking it all in with an expression of unrestrained awe and wonder.

“Good thing there aren't any insects up here or our boy here would be catching flies,” Frost said as he followed the Captain on a walk around the outside of the ship. They had to inspect a section of the hull like everyone else before they could continue on their way.

“If you think that's something, kid, look over eastward,” the Captain pointed.

Finn turned away from the jungle. For as far as he could see there was nothing but blue sky and darker blue water. “Oh my God,” he said quietly. “I've never seen anything so beautiful.”

Ashley came down the ramp with an old, beaten up deck chair under one arm all ready to tan in a skimpy dark green bathing suit. She was reviewing a holographic list projected by a small three centimetre data stick.

“You said it kid,” Frost said with a whistle.

“Frost, eyes back on the hull. Sooner we get our part of the inspection done the sooner we can find out how hard it'll be to take the Ferret.”

“Aye sir.”

Finn could hear Ashley giving orders to the rest of the crew, sending them to repair damage and inspect different sections of the hull. “Why aren't I helping with repairs?” He asked.

“Don't ask why kid, just go along with it.” Frost whispered as he inspected the section of hull he and the Captain were responsible for.

“We need someone to get up here and make sure that seam isn't coming loose,” Captain Valance pointed. “There's some kind of corrosion under way.”

“I see it. What do ya make of it kid?”

“Looks like there was fluid between the primary and secondary hull plating. It probably blew the plates part way apart when we entered the atmosphere and the liquid expanded.”

Captain Valance turned and looked to Ashley, who had set her chair down and was watching the crew set to work. “How busy are we? Do we have an extra man?”

Ashley looked up to him then back to her list. “We have some extra bodies. Other than a particle emitter that needs servicing and a little work on the hull there isn't much to do. Most of the crew will probably be out here getting some sun with me by the time you get back.”

“Have someone take care of this section, we have about nine centimetres of corrosion.”

“Aye sir.”

“Let's get going. The Ferret isn't far off,” Captain Valance said as he looked at a command and control unit on his left arm. It was three quarters the length of his forearm, black, and had a curving display as well as a pair of small hologram emitters. It was tied into all three of his ships, had independent communications systems and a basic information management artificial intelligence. Finn peeked at the screen on the black unit and saw that the Captain had found the Ferret III's transponder.

As they walked to the embarkation doors Finn took the opportunity to ask about it. “Captain, I'm wondering, if you can switch transponders so easily, why doesn't the Ferret do the same?”

“Good question. The Ferret is an Aprisa model small freighter. They're known for their power cores and engines, so they're popular with legal cargo haulers but the transponder is built right into the middle of the antimatter reactor. You'd have to uninstall the entire core of the engine and rebuild it with a new transponder.”

“Ah, I could see that being a problem. Glad the Samson has a mass reactor.”

“You're not the only one, lad,” Frost agreed. “Security checkpoint time,” he said before they stepped into an airlock that lead into the port expressway.

“This is your first time on an agricultural planet?” Captain Valance asked Finn.

“Aye sir. I grew up on Mercury Prime.”

“Ah, in a port city?”

“Yup, Perth.”

“Not much growing there. That's mostly refineries right?”

“Yup, ships coming and going from above, and thousands of different chemical products being refined below,” he said as the trio were scanned for dangerous foreign materials and weaponry by the automated systems.

The chamber lights turned green and the inner doors opened for them. “Dangerous city.”

“We've had a couple explosions since I was born, a few fires, but nothing too costly.”

“Do you have anyone back home?”

“A brother, sister and our parents. They all work in the refineries. I wanted to get out and see the galaxy though.”

“Welcome to the big, big universe Finn,” Jake said as they passed through the inner doors to the expressway walk. It was a large open space. The walkway was a broad balcony that ran along the entire inner wall of the massive port building. The empty space in the center was occupied by the skeleton of a massive sea creature, longer than the Samson. The walls, floors and ceilings were white and clean with no advertisements.

“Now these people know how to take care of a planet. I'll take this over the mad jungle outside any day,” Frost said quietly.

“Who owns it?” Finn asked.

“The Thadd Government. They named themselves after their founder when he died a couple hundred years ago.”

“Yup, everything is expensive unless you live here.”

“You get discounts if you're a resident?”

“Yup, about sixty percent but you're not allowed to barter with outsiders unless you're registered as a business. Then you're bound by the Resource Management Authority, who regulates your prices, the quantities you sell, who you sell them to, pretty much everything. Citizens are guaranteed quality housing, education, easy jobs and the best fresh food. They live like royalty but at a price,” Captain Valance said as they headed towards one of the twenty or so lifts set into the sides of the port tower.

“I'll take a cot in a shed on a dust ball over this any time. It's too alive, never know what's waiting in that jungle of theirs,” Frost commented.

“You were whistling a different tune when we took leave on the beach a few months ago,” Captain Valance said as they stepped into the lift. There were a couple of travellers in colourful vacationers clothing inside, and the trio were quiet as the transparent elevator car made it's way up. On one side you could see level after level of the walkways whip past. On the other the jungle met with the great ocean, a stripe of white sand created a visible border between. The various ships and landing platforms went by as well and Finn was torn between looking at their various designs and the sights past them.

Everything from high speed cargo haulers to pleasure yachts with large rounded windows and gently curved hulls were present and the port was very busy. The vacationers stepped out and the doors closed, leaving the trio alone.

“Okay, stay behind us Finn. The Captain of the Ferret hasn't made a lease payment in over six years and we're the fourth reclamation crew to officially go after him. He's shot someone before so if it looks like it's about to get dangerous, go for cover. No heroics, don't even poke your head out. If someone or something gets right in your face stun them, don't give them a warning, don't try to run, and don't give it a second thought. It's better to stun first and apologize later than it is to get an extra hole in you.”

“I thought this port didn't let people with lethal weaponry in, that's what the port laws said.”

“You're right lad, but you can carry whatever you want on your landing platform,” Frost filled in. “I'm guessin' this was never a fact findin' mission.”

“You're right. We have to go in light and fast on this. There's no where to hide on these platforms, if we go poking around they'll notice us so we have to go in before they know what's going on. The other retrieval agents failed because they didn't make it aboard the ship, so I'm going to walk in, act like I own the place and they'll believe me. Besides, Silver served on the Ferret a couple years ago, I don't know how close he is to his former Capitan but I'd rather not give him the chance to blow this on us.”

“Ah, aye Captain.”

Jake Valance took another look at his arm console as they stepped out onto the walkway. They were about fifty levels up from where they had left the ship and Finn couldn't help looking back out the window and down. It was looking down the trunk of some shiny, white tree, with spoon like branches extending straight out from the trunk in all different directions. The fact that they were various sizes only added to the aesthetic. He squeezed his eyes shut as vertigo threatened to overtake him.

“You all right kid?” The Captain asked.

“I'm fine, sorry.”

“Right, don't look down if it makes ya green,” Frost chuckled.

They walked along the causeway behind Captain Valance, who kept his command unit just high enough to glimpse at. He was surveying the walkway and the doors leading out to the platform where he expected to find the Ferret III.

They moved into the scanning chamber and the doors closed behind them. The outer doors were fogged, so no one could see in or out. The blue scanning beam moved up and down across the three, did a second pass, which was normal, then proceeded to do six more passes. “He jammed the scanning chamber,” Frost concluded.

“Yup,” Jake Valance said. “One minute.” He accessed the Port Master's channel through his command console and a moment later a round faced tanned fellow's head appeared holographically above his arm. “Port Master's Help Desk, Kala speaking. How can I help you?”

“We're a repossession crew trying to access platform 1245h and the scanning chamber is jammed.”

“Send me your claim and I'll pass it on to security for you sir,” responded the talking head pleasantly.

Jake pressed a button on his arm unit and waited a moment as the agent reviewed the file.

“There we go, Port Security is now aware of your claim.”

“Thank you Kala.”

“Now, back to your initial problem. The airlock scanner reports nothing illegal and no dangerous contaminants. I'll try to unlock it for you.”

The outer door quietly clicked several times but nothing happened. “Nope, looks like it may be a little more complicated than that.”

“All right, please hold while I send a maintenance team out there,” said the talking head before disappearing. A slowly rotating graphic of a bunch of bright green jungle flowers appeared in the head's place.

“We don't have time for this,” Captain Valance said, reaching into an inside pocket, producing some fine tools. He tapped one spike into the control panel beside the inner door and the back of the implement lit up dimly. An illustration of the circuit board inside the door control came up on his command console and he instructed it to bypass the damaged circuits. “They did a number on this,” he jammed the second thin black tool into the door control right beside one of the buttons and worked at his arm console for a moment before the outer doors opened.

He pulled both the thin tools out of the door control and put them back into his coat then walked through. Frost was close behind, Finn tried to keep up as the Captain strode out into the open.

“Hey you! You're not supposed to be out here!” Shouted one woman in a heavy vacsuit. It had hard impact and radiation shielding. The ship she was working on was in it's takeoff cycle.

“Captain Raines?” Jake Valance called out.

“No, I'm his Bosun.”

“He's aboard?” He asked as he made to walk straight up the rear gangway onto the ship.

“No sir, he's not aboard!” Replied the Bosun as she tried to step in front of him.

Jake drew his gun with his right hand and practically walked through her as though she weren't there. She fell to the ground awkwardly. There were several crew members inside arranging and securing crates in the cluttered rear cargo hold. Jake levelled his sidearm at the nearest and pointed his arm console to someone who looked like the senior officer. Frost followed suit and pointed his own stun pistol at the woman who had just been knocked down. “I've been hired to reclaim this ship by order of the dealership for non-payment. Her commanding officer is so served and all crew are to disembark immediately. I am permitted to use all force and will be rewarded regardless of the vessel's condition on its return.”

Finn didn't raise his sidearm, he had barely gotten it out of his holster before the Captain started up the ramp.

Everyone in the cargo hold stood stock still, in utter shock for the better part of a minute.

Then the oldest of them, nearest the interior door leading into the rest of the ship tried to quick draw his sidearm. Jake Valance fired, stunning one worker, and shot another bolt of energy from his arm command unit, missing the older fellow narrowly. Frost shot the woman on the ground, and dove behind a crate inside the hold of the ship.

The older fellow returned fire as he backpedalled up the stairs, missing the entire time. Jake kept firing in his general direction with his arm unit as he took careful shots at the other three workers inside the cargo hold. One dove for cover while the other two fell limply to the deck, stunned.

Finn was terrified but mesmerized at the sight of Jake Valance striding up the length of the cargo hold towards the inner door and the man who was hurrying to get up the stairs. There was no fear, no hesitation, only a confidence so impenetrable that his success, his victory seemed an inevitability as he took shot after shot and after taking out two other crew members he made a carefully aimed shot at the older man's knee just before he escaped behind the interior door.

Captain Valance took the stairs three at a time and tried the door. “It's over Captain Raines! If you hand over the command codes for your vessel and disembark now I won't haul your ass back for grand theft and collect the bounty on your head!” He moved to the side of the closed doorway and a second later the sounds of small arms fire impact could be heard from the other side.

Frost managed to shoot the last conscious crew member and ran up the stairs. “Finn, get under cover and wait for further orders!” he shouted over his shoulder.

Finn did exactly as he was told, still going over what he had just seen in his head.

“How hard did you hit him?” Frost asked the Captain.

“Minor stun shot, he won't be able to walk on that knee for about four hours.”

“Surprised you didn't set your arm unit higher.”

“That thing only knows two settings, mild jolt and big hole. Can't set it to anything but mild jolt here or alarms start going off.”

“What's our next move?”

“We have to disable the ship. He's going to try to pilot this rig into space with the cargo bay doors open.”

“How do ye know?”

“It's what I'd do.”

“Ah.”

“Hey Finn, get into that panel there and pull the port side power. It should be about six meters up the crawlway,” Captain Valance shouted.

Nothing happened.

“Hey kid! Get your ass into the crawl way or I leave you here!”

“Yes sir!” Finn replied as he ran from behind his crate and opened the panel hiding the service crawlway his Captain had pointed out. It was stuffed with wiring, but he could see a way through.

The engines were powering up, the low rumble of the antimatter reactor was unmistakable. “That was quick.” Frost said as he watched Finn crawl into the service hatch.

“That's why antimatter is popular even though it's so expensive. Starts up quick, unlike a mass drive. Thirty seconds and you're at full power, one minute and you're in the air.”

“Well, unlike most mass drives.”

“Right, ours is a little modified, never really turns off. How are you doing Finn?” Captain Valance called after his young engineer.

“I think I see it,” He shouted back.

A worker they hadn't noticed peeked up from behind a crate and fired at Captain Valance, catching him in the shoulder with a vicious particle energy weapon. It knocked him right off his feet and down the stairs. Instead of worrying after him, Frost turned and fired back at the crewman, catching him full in the face with his stun shot.

He ran down the steps after his Captain.

Jake turned over slowly, one side of his face was a deep red, and his long coat showed a scorch mark. “Get him?”

“Got him. You all right sir?”

“A little singed,” Jake checked with the medical readout on his arm unit which confirmed that he had surface burns on his face, but they weren't deep. “Stings but I'll be fine. It's what I deserve for taking the strong arm tact here. Do a sweep of the cargo bay,” he said as Frost helped him to his feet.

“That's how ye take the hard targets, get aboard afore they know what's goin' on.”

“Thanks for reminding me, next time I'll bring half the crew with me and they can go first.” He turned to the crawlway hatch. “How is it going Finn?”

“I see it! It'll take me just a few seconds to decouple.”

Captain Valance opened a channel to the Ferret III on his command console. “Captain Raines, last chance, turn your ship in. We've stunned all but one of your crew and he's probably in there with you.”

The main lights went out, emergency lighting came on and the ship stopped humming. “I got it!” Cried Finn from inside the crawl way.

“Good lad!” Frost replied.

“Well, there goes your starboard power and your reactor is off balance so it's on automatic shutdown. I'm calling the port authority right now so they can crack your bridge and take you into custody for not keeping up with your lease payments. That's a capitol offence here. They might hang you.” Jake waited a few seconds and his patience was rewarded.

“Wait! Wait!” Came the voice over the communicator. “If I leave right now you won't turn me in?”

“That's right, so come on out and take your crew with you.”

“It's just me and my First Mate, I'm on my way.”

Frost finished his sweep of the cargo hold and started dragging the first crew member outside by his feet none too gently.

As Finn was emerging from the crawlway hatch the door leading to the interior of the ship opened. Captain Raines came out slowly with his hands up, his face red. His First Mate, a younger fellow, was right behind him.

“Command codes?” Jake asked.

“Front pocket, it's on the data chip.”

“Finn, come over here and get this guy's command codes.”

Finn ran across the cargo bay and up the stairs. He carefully reached in and retrieved the centimetre by centimetre gold collared data chip and handed it to Captain Valance, who had his arm command unit pointed towards Raines. He accepted the chip and activated it. “Command code confirmation for the Ferret Three. A small status bar appeared holographically above his arm command unit and said; “Confirmed identity: Captain Valance, would you like to assume command?”

“Immediately,” he replied.

“Command granted to authorized party. Thank you for choosing Marvelway Engineering's Aprisa Cargo Hauler,” replied the cheery automated voice.

Jake retrieved a data cylinder from his pocket and handed it to Finn. “Activate this and give it to Raines here. It's my repossession license and entitlement.”

Finn nodded and handed it to the former Captain, who snatched it from his hand then tossed it away. “I don't need more God damned paperwork from you! I know exactly who you are. If some corp is paying well enough you'll be their dog and fetch any bone they want. You're just another puppet that gets off on taking things from people just trying to make a living.”

“I only help people get products that didn't get paid for back. If you paid your bills I wouldn't be here, now would I? Now get down the stairs before I change my mind about that bounty and sell your First Mate here to a male brothel. They pay well for trained cabin boys.”

“You son of a-”

Jake took a quick step forward and slammed the palm of his right hand down across Raine's nose then stepped right back with the stunner at the end of his arm unit pointed at him. No one saw it coming, it was so quick for a moment everyone there doubted it happened for a few seconds.

Then it was all too apparent. Under a heavy enough impact Captain Valance's vacsuit, most good vacsuits for that matter, harden on the surface to prevent crushing damage to the occupant. Jake had hit Raines so hard that his suit had become as unyielding as hull plating and it crushed his nose. Blood came in a gush and Raines crumpled, holding his face and standing on his good

leg. “You bastard! Took my ship, my crew's gonna slag me for not making payroll, and you BROKE MY NOSE!”

“Get the hell off my ship,” Valance said quietly. “Frost, show these gentlemen to the door.”

Frost half lead, half dragged Raines down the stairs, his First Mate followed quietly. Captain Valance was right behind.

As soon as they got to the end of the gangway Captain Valance stunned Raines and his First Mate then walked back up the gangway followed by Frost and Finn. “Make sure Raines' head is turned to the side, we don't want him choking to death, then drag the rest of the crew members off the ship. We'll seal her up and do a quick pass with scanners, make sure there's no one left aboard.”

“Aye.” Frost said as he headed for the nearest unconscious crew member, sprawled unceremoniously across a small crate. He motioned to Finn to help him. “I'm just wonderin'.” He said as he quickly checked through one crew member's pockets.

“Yes?”

“Was there a bounty on Raines?”

“Nope, he owes a lot of money, but not enough for a bounty.”

“Good thing he believed ye then.” Frost commented with a chuckle as he picked up the crew member's feet and Finn picked up the hands.

“They usually do.”

Departure

Frost and Finn arrived back at the Samson alone and the scene on the landing platform was just as Ashley had predicted. Most of the crew had finished servicing the ship and they were laying out on the deck as bare as they dare on blankets, old folding chairs or on top of the hull.

Ashley was laying on her stomach, getting some sun on her back and one of the crewmen beside her whispered; “Psst, Ash, they're back.”

“Aw crap,” she said quietly as she made sure her top was in place and got to her feet. “How does it look?”

“Looks like we have a five mil recap, that's what it looks like,” Frost grinned.

“What? I thought you were just going scouting!”

“Nope, Captain didn't give us much advance warnin' but he just walked in there, bloodied the deadbeat's nose an' tossed his ass out the back.”

“It was amazing,” Finn added, nodding.

“Dangerous you mean. There must have been some shooting,” Ashley scolded with her hands on her hips.

“O' course there was some shootin'. Captain even took a hit but you know him, slid off like he's made of miracles.” Frost pulled a perfect, ripe orange out of a brown sack and tossed it to Ashley, whose eyes went wide with glee. “Get into that and prep the ship when you're finished. Captain wants us out of here in an hour. We're headed to a collection point.”

“Already? I was hoping we could stick around.”

“I know darlin', an' trust me, I would retire in a straw hut on the beach down there if you and that bikini would join me,"

"It'll neeeeveeeer haaappen," Ashley sung quietly as she peeled her orange.

"But Captain's got four bounties in stasis and this ship to haul back," he went on. "I think he's lookin' ta get paid, and if he's gettin' paid, we're gettin' paid." He handed the sack over to Finn and smiled at him. "Hand 'em out kid, take one for yourself when yer done."

Finn took the sack and started making the rounds as Frost walked up the gangway into the ship with Ashley not far behind. Each crew member waited their turn but were eager to get an orange when he came around and most of them took the opportunity to introduce themselves if they hadn't already.

In less than an hour the ship was ready. Ashley brought the Samson to hover just a few feet over the mid section of the Ferret III. The maxjack, a collection of extendible claws and grapplers combined with a reinforced airlock, came to life. Operated expertly by Frost the claws and clamps shifted and moved so they'd fit the contour of the other ship's center then lowered and clamped on firmly.

The airlock extended and sealed. A moment later the control and power systems were linked between the two ships and the Ferret III 's engines started burning just enough to lift it off the deck. With Captain Valance at the controls of the second ship to ensure everything was linked up properly to the bridge of the Samson, the two ships lifted off and broke orbit.

Minutes later they were in hyperspace, leaving the great green and blue orb well behind.

In hyperspace the Samson normally kept four or five crew on duty, leaving the rest to take care of other things. Most of the crew were off in their own corners resting or just filling the time. Finn was restless. After going along to recapture a ship, seeing his first firefight, being given a critical task right in the middle of it and stopping the ship from taking off, he was still keyed up a day later.

He wandered into the galley, where he expected to find half the crew, but to his surprise there was only Ashley at one table and another older woman sitting somewhere else. It was dimly lit like the rest of the ship, but cleaner. There was seating for about thirty with eight tables and not quite enough chairs. The four dispensers along the wall were pretty standard, except for one that looked like it had been stolen from a cafeteria somewhere. It advertised fruit cups and frozen drinks.

Finn nervously nodded at Ashley and walked on over to the fruit machine. He knew it wasn't going to dispense the real thing, just flavoured substitutes in different varieties, but he ordered a bright red coloured one that said it was cherry strawberry flavour. He knew what strawberries tasted like, but had never tried a cherry.

A large cup with room for at least sixteen ounces dropped out of the machine and a liquid so cold it was red slush filled it in the space of a couple seconds. A claw came down and affixed a top equipped with a straw and the machine said; "Your drink is ready, enjoy!" It had obviously seen better days, the voice sounded sickly garbled and distorted.

He picked up the large cup and was about to sit down when Ashley said; "Hey, what, am I invisible?" She smiled at him and pushed a chair out with her foot.

Mixing the drink with his straw, he walked over and took a seat. "How are you doing?" He asked quietly.

"Great, wishing this was real apple sauce and Silver wasn't stuck on the bridge though," she said as she stirred her fruit cup with a small spoon.

"There's tons of fruit in the hold of the Ferret. Literally."

"I know, can't get into that stuff though. Doesn't belong to us, it belongs to Captain."

"Oh," Finn said before drawing on his straw. He grimaced for a moment. "Wow that's cold."

"Yup, ninety percent water, seven percent life essential nutrients and three percent concentrated sweetener. The machine serves it at three degrees."

"Maybe I'll let it sit for a few minutes."

"Won't make a difference, that stuff stays cold for days. It's great for black eyes and bruises."

"Does that happen often around here?"

"What?"

"Black eyes and bruises."

"Well, we're not exactly hauling cargo. In our line of work getting bruised up a bit isn't out of the ordinary."

"What is our line of work anyway? I know there are bounties in stasis, and I was along for a repossession of a ship, is there anything else we do?"

Ashley and the other woman in the galley laughed for a moment. "Steph, how long have you been aboard?"

She was dressed in the same black vacsuit as Captain Valance, Ashley's was similar as well, only it was dark red with a golden dragon traced from the back of her thigh to her shoulder so it looked like it was crawling up towards her neck. Stephanie's heavily armoured boots, sealed up to the knee, made her footfalls sound heavy. She smiled at Finn and offered her hand. "Stephanie, everyone calls me Steph."

"Good to meet you," he smiled back. Her hand shake was firm.

"I've been here just about five years, longest surviving boarding crew."

"Wow, that long?" Ashley said, shaking her head. "I knew you got on board before me, but I didn't know it was that long ago."

"Yup, I was around for the privateering days. You can add that to your list," Steph said to Finn.

"Piracy?"

"Well, privateering, there's a difference. The Damelian Government gave us a letter of mark against the Ausins. We took out a couple small patrol craft, got the lowdown on their supply lines from their databases and went after all the soft targets we could. For a while it was incredible. I hadn't seen that much action anywhere before. That maxjack got one hell of a workout."

"I could imagine!"

"Well, that came to an end when the treaty was signed and we moved on. Captain got his first cargo hauler on one of those raids though. The Damelians legitimized his capture as a spoil of war and he got to keep it legally."

"Yup, I replaced the pilot who went to that ship. Captain allowed her to retire to it. I think the pilot before her was promoted to Captain," Ashley added.

"How many ships does the Captain own?"

"Three. Two cargo haulers and this one. I don't know how he got the second hauler though."

"I heard it was a card game," Steph said as she picked a piece of some kind of puffed snack from a plastic bag and popped it into her mouth.

"Captain doesn't gamble," Ashley replied, leisurely shaking her head.

"Good point. Guess I'll have to ask him sometime when he's feeling chatty." Steph said before laughing along with Ashley.

"I've never seen it. I'd trust him with a secret as much as I do with my life."

"Yup, I've been on a lot of boarding actions with him. He may take personal risks, but he doesn't throw crew members away. Doesn't tell us what we don't need to know either."

Finn looked like he was holding something back and took another slurp of his tall drink.

Both of the women at the table looked at him. "Out with it newbie," Steph ordered quietly. "We won't hurt ya, promise."

Finn smiled uneasily and put his cup down on the table. "There just didn't seem to be much planning when we took the Ferret."

"You might be right, he's been known to improvise too," Steph affirmed. "How did it go down?"

"Well, he went in like he was invincible, shooting everyone inside with his stunner. Frost followed him but got cover. When most of them were down he sent me into a crawl way to disconnect a main power line. There were a few more shots while I was doing that, then I came out of the crawl way after disconnecting the power. Raines came out, Captain Valance roughed him up a bit, got the command codes and then dragged him off the ship and stunned him."

"Sometimes Captain Valance gets that way. I've never seen it backfire though," Ashley said quietly.

"I've been there when it happens, it's like nothing can touch him. Scares the hell out of everyone trying to hold their ground. That shakes up anyone but a professional soldier, people just start missing and throwing down their guns. Still not how I'd go in, mind you. Normally he'll bring the boarding crew and a few others with experience."

"So he'll just go in without a plan sometimes?"

"Nope, that's not what I said. Think about it, think about what he would have to know to make things happen the way they did. He probably gathered information on the crew of the Ferret if possible, checked for military experience."

"He did know that there was only the Captain and First Mate left after he and Frost took care of the crew in the cargo bay."

"See? Now he probably looked like he knew where he was going, and he knew he'd need a mechanic, so he took you along."

"You're right, and he knew exactly which crawl way I needed to access to get to the main power lines."

"Captain Valance knows what he's doing. I've never seen him in a situation where he seemed lost or out of ideas." Stephanie said.

"Neither have I, I guess I take it for granted now."

"Where does he come from? I asked Frost and he didn't seem to know anything."

"Did he give you the 'Captain just hatched here one day and started taking crew on' story?" Ashley asked, doing her best impression of Frost.

"Yup."

"Well, that's the only story. I know he's got engineering training, lots of it, can tell you anything you want to know about a solar system if you point to it on a map and has got to have some heavy military experience from somewhere. Lots of military experience," Steph said quietly. "I've never seen him communicate with family or run into a friend he met before I came on board either."

"He won't talk about the past. I keep thinking he lost everything in some war somewhere and just struck out on his own," Ashley added.

"Well, I love the man, he's like a father to me. It makes me almost wish I were staying aboard after we get paid."

"You're leaving us Steph?" Ashley asked, a little surprised.

"Yup, after getting my share of these bounties and that five mil cap, my retirement fund will be nice and full."

"Sorry, I heard that before, what's a five mil cap?" Asked Finn.

"Well, a cap is when we capture a ship or cargo. This one is pretty juicy since returning the Ferret Three in working condition will net us five million United Coreworld credits. So, we call it a five mil cap, or five cap."

"Five million credits?"

"Yup, and you'll be getting a share. Everyone on board will," Ashley said, scooping at the last of the synthesized apple sauce in her cup.

“Except for Burke. He didn't bother running any code cracks on the Ferret even though the Captain specifically told him when and how he'd be doing it. Refusing a task is the surest way to blow your share.”

“That's not the first time, he's been getting under the Captain's skin. Oh well, more for us. A lot more.”

“How much are we getting?” Finn asked quietly.

"Well, the Captain gets fifty percent, then ten percent goes to ship stores and general upkeep. Crew gets a share of the rest. Sometimes the Captain will give someone a little bonus out of his share, but it's only happened a couple times I've heard of. I got one for saving his butt once. Frost gets bonuses for finding us work all the time, he has a lot of connections," Steph said with a smile. "Unlikely you'll see a bonus of your own, but if you do see a little extra, just keep it to yourself. Thank the Captain when you see him alone if you have to, but he doesn't really need to hear it. He knows you're thankful, trust me."

"Wow, that's over sixty thousand each."

"Yup, about enough to live on a nice green world for three months." Steph said with a smile.

"Only one month if you rent a beach front condo," Ashley added.

"What will you do after this?" Finn asked.

"I'm buying a spot on a Lorander Colony ship and heading out to Elysian. Wanna come?" She asked with a wink and a smile. "We could settle in and start making babies."

Finn turned red and took a long sip from his ice cold slush drink.

Stephanie and Ashley both burst out laughing. "Be nice Steph, no teasing the newbies."

"What? He's cute and Lorander needs people to start having kids as soon as they make landfall."

"I don't think he can afford the ticket, Steph."

"Yup, eleven million is a little steep."

Finn stopped drinking and cringed, squeezing his eyes shut hard and holding his head to the surprise and amusement of his companions.

"Aw look, you're making him cry!" Ashley said through uproarious laughter.

"He's going to blow!" Said the other.

Finn wiped a tear away and massaged his temples. "Worst brain freeze ever."

The Retrieval Centre

"Have you ever seen a drifting station Ashley?" Asked Captain Valance from the command chair. The bridge was fully manned for once. Frost was at the tactical station, Lawrence Silver sat quietly in the co-pilot’s seat, Finn was at the engineering station, and Carl Burke was at the communications station while Ashley sat in the pilot's seat.

"No sir, I've heard of them but never seen one."

"Ever come out of hyperspace into a straight trajectory at fifty five thousand kilometres per second?" Asked Lawrence, he ran his hand over his bald head, it was something he did when he was nervous.

"Yup, faster and near a planetary body too."

"Thank God."

"Sorry sir, what's a drifting station?" Asked Finn from behind Captain Valance.

"It's a station that moves through space between solar systems and major sources of gravity at high speed. They normally follow something like a rogue planet or asteroid. This one follows a cluster of asteroids so it can harvest rare materials. Oh, and stop apologizing," Captain Valance replied.

"Sorry sir, yes sir."

Jake took a look around the bridge. All the other seats were built into their stations, so the crew were reclining comfortably as they controlled the ship. It was more like an extra large cockpit than a bridge and the command chair was the center. He checked over the navigation calculations, ship system status and sent the signal ahead to the retrieval station so they wouldn't take aim and fire the moment they approached.

"Coming out of hyperspace in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1," Ashley counted down. The Samson emerged from hyperspace, the exotic particles that surrounded the ship dispersed and were joined by the waste materials from the engines to cause a dissipating trail behind. Waste matter from the engines had to be collected during hyperspace travel. If they leaked too much it would disrupt the energized particle field around the ship and they would slow down disproportionately. The ship would be torn to pieces.

The station was a bulbous collection of segments, like bubbles of metal that had been crushed together to form different sections. There were engines everywhere. The whole thing was just over two kilometres long and too irregularly shaped to guess its width.

It followed the trajectory of several asteroids that were each many times larger than the station. The cluster left a white and gold glittering trail behind as it moved through space. Several segments from the station were moving back and forth with loads of resources from the collectors built onto the nearest asteroid.

"Shields up," reported Frost. "Don't wander into that trail, it'll shred us in seconds."

"Don't worry, I know enough to stay clear," Ashley said as she looked at the holographic image of the asteroids, station and other objects in the area. "Wow, I've never been this close to something like this before, it's incredible. Smaller than I expected though."

“It only looks that way because it's beside something much bigger,” Silver replied.

“I know the laws of perspective hon, just sayin',” Ashley replied quietly.

"Sir, we're cleared to dock. Sending trajectory to navigation," Burke reported from communications. A moment later a clear flightpath appeared on the main holographic display at the front of the bridge.

"Flightpath shows clear. You have a go for docking manoeuvres," Silver said after checking the flight path for debris or other disturbances. He was rubbing his big hand over his head again, slowly from front to back then back to front.

"Everyone sounds so official all of a sudden," Ashley said with a smile as she entered the virtual pipeline that represented their flight path. Her piloting style was aggressive. "I'm getting some drift on the lower port side, are our stabilizers all right?" She asked as the station started to draw nearer. They were less than a kilometre away from the debris trail.

"You're right, we have an underpowered stabilizer," Finn reported.

"Think you can compensate Ash?" Asked Captain Valance.

"Sure can, I was just sayin'."

"Okay, put it on the maintenance list. I want that fixed before we take off."

"Aye sir, top priority," Finn replied.

Everyone kept quiet on the bridge as they closed the distance between them and the station, it loomed larger and larger until docking bay doors opened and the ship touched down. "Best landing at fifty five thousand thirteen kilometres per second ever," Ashley said, leaning back and cracking her knuckles.

"Nice work, buy you a drink?" Asked Silver with a smirk.

"Oh yeah," Ashley replied. "It's been awhile."

"As long as it's something from the galley I'm happy. I don't think we'll be staying long," Captain Valance stated as he stood up. "Frost, make sure the station personnel decouple the maxjack properly then inspect it yourself. If they so much as pull a single arm out of alignment I want you to document it and tell me right away, I don't want to see what happened last time."

"Me neither, I didn't exactly enjoy spendin' three days in a suit repairing it with half the crew in dead space."

"Finn, run a system wide load test, if anything burns out replace it. We get a discount on new parts here, so let's take advantage of it."

"Shouldn't someone with more experience run the load test sir?"

"You have the most training and have to learn about this ship sometime. Here's your chance."

"Yes sir."

"Burke, find us something to watch," Jake said with a little more levity. "We're getting a heavy payday and if we jump back into hyperspace without giving everyone something to do there'll be a mutiny."

"Aye sir, whatever you say sir, with pleasure sir," Burke said with a crooked grin. "I wonder if there are any new Claustrophobia flicks?" He asked himself quietly.

"Oh no, those horror movies had me sleeping with the lights on for weeks and kissing the ground every time we went planet side," Silver complained emphatically, warding the thought off with his hands out in front of him.

“And he'd squirm in his sleep when he had nightmares. Kept knocking me out of bed,” Ashley added.

"Fine, I'll stick to the usual. A few action, a few fantasy, some sci-fi, a couple period movies and some chick flicks for you and the rest of the girls."

Ashley finished locking down her controls and stood up, rubbing Silver's smooth head. "Come on hero, let's go get that drink."

Captain Valance finished locking down the command station and started to leave when Frost stopped him. "Think we're picking up a contract here sir?" He whispered.

Jake shrugged. "I can't say. Why are you asking?"

"Pardon me sayin' but I've looked at the armaments on the Ferret. If that thing got into the air there's no way the Samson would be able to chase it without gettin' slagged in three shots. They had a grav cannon and two disruptors."

"That's why we took them on the ground. Don't worry, I'll make sure we can handle whatever we get. This isn't my first day."

"Yessir."

"Now make sure that retrieval goes smooth, our maxjack is old, these station techs probably haven't seen anything like it."

"Aye."

Captain Valance made his way through the ship, watching the crew attend to their duties along the way. There was something very satisfying seeing everyone at work, except for his piloting team, who were hanging out in the galley with their feet up, as expected. On his way to the starboard airlock, where a gangway was extended and affixed from the station, he met the retrieval and accounting team from the station.

It only took him a moment to tell them where they would find the four bounties and to sign the forms for transfer. The captures wouldn't be awakened. They'd remain in stasis as the retrieval team moved them into the station's holding area. Three were to be tried sometime in the next few days. The fourth would be transported to the planet he was accused of several murders on so his trial could take place in front of the victim's families.

As Jake Valance walked down a station hallway, its floors and walls polished to a mirror finish, and stepped into an express tube car he couldn't help thinking of what he saw on the retrieval forms for his bounties. He tried not to think too much about a target after he had acquired them and had them in stasis.

Once a job was done it was done. He had learned not to dig too deeply into the details of a bounty after the fact long ago. When he signed on for a number of captures for the premium he was getting paid, it was for all of them. He couldn't pick and choose. The money in that kind of contract was good, but there was always one or two with a bitter story.

Either they were innocent and the court system just wasn't finished with them yet or they had done something that he would have done if he was put in the same position or worse. He had collected on a combined bounty and repossession once. It was a family hauler with no armaments. They caught them just as they arrived in port, grabbed on with the maxjack and hauled them all the way back to the Retrieval Centre. He made the mistake of boarding the vessel and meeting the three generations that lived aboard, including children. They were over a year behind on their payments. As he met members of the family, who understood he was just doing his job, there was nothing he wanted to do more than to cut them loose. If he did his entire crew would be wanted along with his ship. He was forced to carry out the contract. They were the Wickliffs, he still tried to look them up every once in awhile but hadn't found a trace of them since. His cut of that job paid for the ship's brand new energy shields.

He hoped the family just made their way off the grid somehow, that they were able to pay the fines and deal with the criminal charges. He knew better. He was always led to think about his own family, or what he knew of it whenever he was reminded of that job.

His daughter was out there somewhere. What would she think if she knew that he accepted a contract that awarded a huge bonus if he managed to hunt down and capture a family and their ship. Their vessel was more than just a way to get around, it was their livelihood, their home.

He shook his head and brought his mind back to the present. His most recent contract wasn't so bad. There was only one on the list he sympathized with out of the four. That didn't help. He still hated what he was doing, wished he could pick and choose, but the hunters that lived by those rules didn't make half as much money. Catching and returning the Ferret III was a separate deal and the only part of his last run he actually felt good about.

The doors of the tube car parted and he stepped into a grand reception area with a wall covered with plant life. Flowering vines and a tiny trickling faux waterfall made the room smell alive. The other wall was mostly transparent, providing a view of the asteroid's white and gold trail. The receptionist's desk was set in the center of the room. It was a complete circle with a lovely secretary sitting in the middle. "Good evening. I've already informed the Chief Recovery Officer that you have arrived Jake Valance. He's ready to see you."

"Thank you," he replied coldly as he walked past her up the dozen or so steps. He pushed the double doors open and stepped inside the office. They swung closed as he stopped to stand in front of the broad desk. The office window faced forward, with the asteroids on the right and open space on the left. After a moment the image of a Chief Recovery Officer appeared behind the desk, standing up straight. There was no chair, this wasn't any person's office. It was all there for show. So someone could walk up a set of stairs, be forced to open a door and talk in what seemed like a private room with some kind of anonymous authority figure. "Good to meet you Captain Valance, may I call you Jake?"

"Sure."

"I can see from our records that you've managed to fulfil both of your contracts with us; four bounties and one ship repossession. I'm sure you'll be glad to know that your payment has been transferred to the account on file."

"Can you break that payment down for me?" Jake said, sitting in a plush imitation leather chair, not really looking at the holographic avatar.

"I'm sure someone from our accounting department can do that for you."

He looked up to the hologram. It was wearing a perfectly tailored square cut black suit and had a stylish but conservative hair cut. "Can you break that payment down for me avatar?" He repeated less patiently.

The image sighed; "You were paid five million credits for the recapture of the Ferret Three plus a one million credit bonus for its condition and a total of one point two million credits for the four bounties you've turned in, fulfilling two contracts. All funds were in United Core Worlds Currency."

"Thank you. Is there a reason why you called me here in person?"

The hologram looked at him directly, there was something different about it. "You've never been to see a Chief Recovery Officer, have you Jake?"

"First time speaking to something of your rank. I'm not talking to the stock AI here am I?"

"Very astute. I'm an actual company executive speaking to you from a secure location."

"And I'm sure you're not actually wearing the suit or the face I'm seeing."

"I'm wearing the suit, but not the face."

"So, why am I here?"

"Straight to the point. Well, on with it then. You're here because you're one of the best hunters we have. As far as our records show, and there are indications that they are not complete, you've worked for twelve different companies, collected on more than one hundred bounties in the last four years, stolen two ships, destroyed at least seventeen, and repossessed twenty nine including the Ferret Three. There are crews with records that good, but none as small as yours. There's another thing; your criminal record is completely clean, aside from allegations from one Captain who claims that you stole his ship in neutral space."

"My second cargo hauler. The paperwork on that is all in order, check yourself."

"We have, and to our amazement, you have two vessels that haul legitimate cargo year round. Jake, you're talking to me because we want you on our team."

"That's real impressive coming from a hologram."

"If I could be there in person, just to meet you, I would, trust me. Policy prohibits me from meeting with anyone working for this segment of our company, however."

"I don't know if this is better or worse, talking to a hologram that represents a real person, or just an artificial intelligence that exists to tell me how much I'm getting paid and what jobs are available."

"I'm sure you understand-"

"That the company doesn't want to have you physically near anyone who does its dirty work? Yup, got that. Now, before I turn you down flat, tell me what kind of benefits I'd be looking at if I were to sign on."

"We can upgrade your current ship free of charge or provide you with a command position on one of our military vessels. I'm also authorized to offer you a signing bonus of ten million credits with a starting salary of fifty million a year. That's all yours, you don't have to use it to service your ship, pay for upgrades, docking fees, provisions or to pay your crew."

"Oh, right, what about them? Do they get signing bonuses too?"

"I'm afraid we're not interested in hiring them on at this time. We would be matching you with our best professionals with training and rank to suit any position you need filled. Your pilot isn't even certified, the company cannot insure you under those conditions."

"Ah, I knew there was a catch. I suppose I'd be going after your targets, no questions asked right?"

"Yes, you would be part of our chain of command. We would determine your objectives and work exclusively for us."

"Let's stop right there. I'm not leaving my crew twisting in the wind, and what you're offering is less than I make in a year. The fact that I spend half of it on ship upgrades, bonuses for the crew and good leave destinations is my problem."

"You're certainly aware that at some point in time the market may not require your services. It's been known to happen."

"This galaxy has so many loose ends that you couldn't tie them up with a thousand people just like me. We're out here tidying things up and going everywhere you can't. I know some of those bounties are just people who got away from you and your legal system for all the right reasons. I go after them because they're part of a package deal. For every bad guy I get to bring back I have to go after someone who might not be guilty, but I trust your legal system to figure that out."

"Our figures show that seventy nine point three percent of all bounties are guilty of the crimes they have been accused of."

"That figures, half of the bounties I take are already convicts, that's got to skew things. Like I said, it's a game of numbers and I play it fine. So I'll keep doing it my way."

"You are passing on our offer?"

"Yes."

"I'm authorized to grant you a signing bonus of twenty million in Regent Galactic shares if you change your mind in the next five days."

"It won't happen. In case you haven't noticed, I work for other companies, not just yours."

"We've recently acquired one of those companies, Jake. We're in the business of expansion, and business is good. Give our offer some thought, do it for me, a fan."

"I don't need fans. Do you have more work for me and the Samson or not? If not I'll be happy to cash in on one of a couple hundred bounties being offered by other companies that don't try to rope me into restrictive contracts from behind a mask."

"We do, actually."

"Put it up, let me see the details."

"I'll do one better and explain it to you myself. A hauler has made off with some confidential cargo and we need you to retrieve it."

"Sounds easy enough, what's the cargo?"

"You are not permitted to break the seals on any of the containers. If you do you will only be paid half of the offered reward."

"All right, so where is the hauler?"

"It's about three days away, outside our territorial border."

"Ah, well that explains why you don't have a battle cruiser on its heels." A holographic map appeared above the desk and Jake took a closer look. "It's the Vesuvius? You have me going after Captain Xander's ship?"

"We don't care if there's anything left of the ship or crew, we only want our cargo returned intact."

"Well that makes it easier, I'll just convince Captain Xander to drop his cargo train and fly off while we hitch up and drag your confidential cargo back to you. You can't be serious, the Vesuvius is a military grade Galleon hauler. She's old but armed to the teeth."

"This recapture is worth seven point five million. It's all I have for you today Jake."

"There have got to be a few bounties available."

"We've assigned everything of a lesser priority to other freelancers or posted them in local ports for anyone to pursue. You could always compete with other hunters on a bounty. You've done it plenty of times before with great success."

“I'd rather not step on someone else for a payday or scrounge like someone without a reputation. That's not how I run if I can help it. Your records probably show that too.” Captain Valance thought for a moment, looking at the details of the contract and the sector map displayed above the desk. He leaned on the desk and looked the holographic avatar in the eye. "I'm not going to go after this cargo for seven point five. I don't think you have anyone else on your roster whose crazy enough either."

“We have plenty of Captains available, some of who are as good at recapturing objects or better than you are.”

“Then offer it to them,” Jake said, standing up straight and turning on his heel. He strode away from the desk.

“Captain,” he heard the hologram call after him.

He put his hand out to push the double doors open and found them locked. “Poor judgement on your part,” Jake said, drawing his sidearm. It was a thirty two centimetre long weapon and had a narrow barrel with recoil control systems built all around it. There was an energy clip in front of the trigger and a projectile clip in the handle. It fired a white hot explosive corrosive liquid metal package that could burn through half a meter of hardened hull if focused or send the same kind of projectile as scatter shot, hitting everything in a two meter cone. He didn't hesitate for a second, but fired at the bolt destroying it and the center of the doorway.

Kicking the door open, he strode down the stairs. The receptionist's image was replaced with the Chief Recovery Officer's avatar. “Stop! You're right!”

Jake secured his side arm’s safety and dropped it into it's holster. “About what exactly? Inform me here, you're giving me nothing to go on and I'm sick of working for you people half blind. There was a time I thought it was worth the money but this is the kind of job I have to believe in.”

“We'll give you fifteen million for the job, I'm going over budget here, but I can make it work.”

“Information God dammit! That's all I'm asking for!”

“Fine. Captain Xander pirated a cargo hauler that was transporting colonists.”

“What? You're hauling colonists like cargo now? That's pretty far from legal.”

“You're right, the company needs to keep this under wraps. The colonists signed all the right wavers, but if Xander sells them off before we can recapture them we'll not only lose eight thousand colonists and two thousand indentured inmates, but how they were being transported will become public knowledge.”

“Stock prices would plummet. My heart bleeds.”

“You might not respect the Galactic Trade Index but everyone suffers if our stock drops too low. This would also give some of our neighbours a reason to break treaties, citing inhumane treatment and the need for them to investigate further.”

“Putting the rest of your practices under a spotlight. You know what? You deserve it, I should just let this go.”

“But you won't.”

“You're right, I'll do it for the colonists. They didn't sign up for this crap, but I'll take your fifteen million and I want something else.”

“What would that be?” The holographic Officer looked surprised.

“Give me access to your entire consensus, military and civilian arrest records.”

“What? Why?”

“Like I said, I'm sick of working half blind. I need to know what you know about the people you have me chasing after. Two of my other employers have no problem providing me with all the information I need and that's fair. So it's time you start treating me the same way.”

“I'll get back to you.”

“You have thirty seconds.”

“It'll take longer to-”

“Twenty eight seconds.”

“One moment,” the holographic representation of the Chief Recovery Officer disappeared.

Jake Valance waited with his arms crossed, staring at the empty air where the hologram had been. When it reappeared he was staring it directly in the eye.

“Done. You'll have full access in the next few seconds.”

“Don't monitor my searches.”

“That may be more difficult to arrange.”

“You're the Chief Recovery Officer for this sector, make it happen.”

“You're really push-”

“I don't risk my crew's lives for nothing. That comes at a premium that you couldn't normally afford.”

“All right, you will have access to your own search logs and can purge them whenever you like.”

“Good, I'm sure there's still going to be something watching what I do, but that's better than having some AI lurking over my shoulder. Have your deck crews finish servicing my ship, I want everyone you've got on it.”

“There is another ship in the docks beside yours.”

“Turn them out, ignore them, I don't care what you do. Just get my ship serviced and ready to go as soon as possible. I want this over with so we can get our fifteen mil and get out of this sector.”

“I'll do what I can.”

Just as Jake was about to step into the tube car the hologram called after him. “Oh, and Captain Valance.”

“What?”

“Good luck.”

By the time he was back on board the Samson there were over a hundred service people working on his ship. Doing hull inspections, improving outer hull welds, refuelling and stacking provisions in the rear hold. They were even bringing the cargo from the Ferret III aboard and stowing it under Frost's direction.

“Sir, what's going on?” Frost asked him as soon as he was aboard. Ashley and Silver weren’t far behind.

“We've been hired for a big job.”

“We payin' for this?”

“Nope, part of the deal. We picked up a fifteen mil job.”

Everyone in the hallway just stopped as Captain Valance walked on towards the bridge.

Hyperspace Day 1

“So the Vesuvius, huh?” Ashley asked Frost as he returned from his meeting with the Captain. They were all at one end of the forward cargo hold. Not all of the fruit shipment from the Ferret III fit in the rear cargo section, so several of the crates were stowed in the forward hold. The hold also served as a recreation area for the crew. There was an old holographic game table and a holographic projector that was turned up all the way so it could play media back three meters high. It could all be stowed at a moments notice. The newsreel they picked up from the Regent Galactic drifting station was playing as several of them sat around savouring oranges. They had been given the go ahead to dig into a crate when the Captain called for Frost.

The entire bridge crew; Ashley, Frost, Finn, Burke and Silver were there along with half the maintenance staff. The deck chairs were full and a few of them sat on small preserve crates. “Aye, but we're not goin' with him, at least not for the first part,” Frost replied as he took an orange from a small crate, closed it and sat down on the lid. “He's actually goin' ta do it alone.”

“What?” Silver asked in complete astonishment, frozen with an orange segment half way to his mouth.

“He's finally lost it. I mean, confidence is one thing, but this is ridiculous,” Ashley said as she stole Silver's orange slice.

“Does he have a will? Am I in it?” Asked Stephanie.

“Hey, I thought you were gettin' off and heading out to a far fringe colony somewhere?” Asked Ramirez, a maintenance crew member with a roughed up exterior and a square jaw. He was also an experienced member of the boarding team.

“Aw, I didn't know you cared,” she replied with playful sarcasm. “Well, I was going to wait until we got to the next port. They don't exactly have regular transports on drift stations. Then I heard about this fifteen mil job and well, would you leave?”

Ramirez nodded. “You're right, and if the Captain needs us boarding grunts, the more the merrier.”

“Well, at first we'll have to get close enough, but he says there's a way there without getting slagged. He says he can do the rest from there.”

“Seriously? What's he going to do?”

“He didn't say exactly, not about how he'd be getting aboard anyhow. He said that he'll need us to swoop in and hook up to the cargo train when he's ready.”

“We're stealing from the Vesuvius?” Burke, the communications officer asked, wide eyed.

“Yup, you won't be able to guess why either.”

“Well, I know the Captain had it out a few years back over a cargo or something,” Ashley mused. “It was before my time.”

“Yup, sweet haul of medical supplies, Captain signed on a few seconds earlier than he did and got it,” Frost replied, nodding. “I had just signed on then. That's not why Captain's so hot to ruin Xander. That bastard's hauling stolen colonists.”

“He's hauling what?”

“Aye, Captain Xander got his hands on a cargo train loaded with eight thousand colonists an' two thousand non-violent inmates in deep stasis and got it out of Regent Galactic controlled space. They're makin' best speed to some slave market right now. Prolly sellin' the pods an' all.”

“Damn, it's bad enough that they're being transported in a bulk cargo carrier, but to be sold into slavery? Imagine waking up to that? You expect to be in some kind of new port on a new planet but instead you get pulled out of the tube and put to work in some mine or worse.”

“Sold to some household to do chores and look pretty,” Ashley said quietly. Her mood had turned sullen, she looked down at an orange piece as she absently picked at it.

Everyone quieted down then, most of them turned their attention to the entertainment news showing on the holoprojector.

Finn couldn't help it, once again he was clueless as to what had the air so thick, what everyone was thinking but no one would talk about. “Are you okay Ash?” He asked her quietly.

She looked up to him, half smiling; “I'm fine, just a sore topic.”

Frost nodded. “Some of us have been pretty close to slavery at one time or 'nother. You've been closest, Ash.”

“Yup, I'm behind the Captain on this one, I'd do it for free,” Ashley said. “The cash is just a bonus.”

“A real, big juicy bonus. You kidding? That's like what-” Silver said, his long fingers doing math in the air.

“It's over two hundred twenty two thousand credits for each of us after the Captain's cut and the ship's upkeep. Biggest take this ship has ever seen.” Stephanie put in.

“Biggest risk we've ever seen. If the Vesuvius gets more than one or two clear shots at us, we're done.” Commented Burke. “She's so far out of our class we may as well be runnin' in a shuttle.”

“We'd take at least three shots, give us some credit now,” added Frost.

“They won't get a clear shot. I want to see this go down right,” Ashley said. “Whatever the Captain needs to make it happen I'll give. This isn't just cash.”

“I think we can all agree on that.”

“Speak for yourselves, my cut is enough, I don't need glory,” Ramirez said with a wide grin. “I could live on Flora Main for ten years with that kind of money.”

“Yeah, but who the hell would want to? Nine billion people on one E Class moon? It's so packed you can't sneeze without bumping into a dozen people,” Silver commented.

Ramirez shrugged and smiled at him. “Hey, I'm a people person, what can I say?”

“Finn, to my quarters please.” Said the Captain's voice through the ship intercom.

“Looks like Captain's bringin' someone else into his plannin'.” Frost commented. “Get up there kid, this could be bonus time.”

Finn made his way to the Captains quarters as quickly as he could. The hallways were completely clear, anyone that wasn't in the cargo hold or on watch were sleeping. He stopped in front of the hatchway leading into the Captain's quarters and pressed the call button. The heavy hatch door clicked and creaked open. It was a simple pressure door, probably one of the oldest parts of the ship. He stepped through and closed it behind him.

The Captain's quarters had been stripped down. The regular amenities had been removed ages ago, leaving a bed and a couple of chairs instead of the things he expected. Like a table or desk and a sofa. Instead there were two work benches and cupboards. It was a fine tools workroom. There was also an escape hatch overhead leading into a cramped airlock for one. Finn didn't remember seeing it on the outside of the ship.

“You're one of three people aboard who have seen the inside of this room, don't say a word about it,” Captain Valance said. He was looking at three holographic displays on one of the work tables. They were set side by side and were scanning through thousands of faces per minute.

“Yes sir.”

“I thought I could finish a project I was working on in time, but I was wrong. I need your help. There's pay in it for you,” he turned in his seat and pointed to the other work bench. There was a section of flat microcircuitry right in the middle. Goggles hung over a small control panel right beside it. “I need you to tune the power levels on that so it's emitting as little as possible when that system is running. It might take you a few hours, so if you have other plans you should cancel them now.”

“I don't have any plans sir. I was just in the cargo hold watching the news.”

“Anything interesting?”

“Not really. The Blue Hares won in their Pongo Ball division.”

“Well, better being in here making a few hundred credits than out there then.”

Finn sat down at the other bench and started putting the control goggles on. “A few hundred credits?”

“I'll pay you two hundred an hour, fair?”

“Yes sir,” Finn said with a smile. He turned on the control panel and brought the nano bots and micro tool arm online. The work that had to be done was so fine that no human hand or held tool could manage it. “Do you mind if I ask what this is for?”

“I do.”

“Minding my own business sir.”

The two hours passed quietly but that didn't bother Finn. He was busy commanding an army of nanobots. They marched from one job site to another, insulating and restructuring microcircuitry to cut down the emissions and increase efficiency. The work took place over a few centimetres but on the microscopic scale it may as well have been miles.

He could tell just after the first thirty minutes that he was working on some kind of field generating system and that the emissions he was minimizing were harmful radiation. If the board was turned on as is, it wouldn't be long before anyone within a meter of it might start feeling the initial onset of radiation poisoning. Maybe a couple hours, maybe a day, either way, if this was just part of a bigger whole, then he hoped that the other parts didn't emit radiation as well.

Captain Valance was running identification match software across billions of people while he worked on various components. The database must have been huge. The ship computer could run recognition software across a database of a million people within ten minutes but billions, that was another story.

Finn finished optimizing the flexible circuit board and the nanobots that weren't absorbed by the material or used to create small components inside were returned. He took off the goggles and sighed. “Finished.”

“Good work, thank you Finn. You saved me a lot of time. You'll see a bonus on your next pay.”

“Thank you sir,” Finn turned around and just looked at the three small holographic displays on the Captain's workbench. As they flipped through so many faces per second that they blended together the Captain was working on something else, an armoured glove. He was finely tuning some kind of control mechanism on the inside. “I know, it's a primitive way to do it, but I can't use nerve sensors.”

“However it works, I'm sure it'll be more than good enough.”

Jake laughed and shook his head. “You have a lot of faith in me for someone who just came aboard.”

“I've seen what you do sir, and you've given me a lot of opportunities in a short amount of time.”

“There's a method to my madness. Just keep up the good work and you'll be close to everything going on around here. There'll be times when you don't want to be though, you'll see.”

Finn watched him work quietly for a few moments longer. It didn't seem to bother him at all, and he was seeing his Captain in a completely new light. He seemed at ease somehow, working on some minor detail. There was no way he could see what he was doing, just looking down at the glove, fishing at some fine detail with two small tools in one hand like chopsticks and holding the glove with the other. There was always a kind of discipline to the man, his back was always straight, and when he walked somewhere it was with a certainty. He knew exactly where he was going.

“Sir, before I go, can I ask who you're searching for?”

“Got it,” Captain Valance said as something inside the glove clicked. He put it on his left hand and flexed it. “What's that Finn?”

“I'm just wondering, who are you looking for?”

“My daughter,” came the answer nonchalantly.

It was unexpected, everything about the Captain had been so secretive, he never told anyone more than they needed to know. “Oh, I didn't know you had one.”

“I don't talk about her much, don't know much about her really. She saved me once, I've been looking for her ever since,” he pulled the glove off and put it on the bench. “Finally got that working.” He said to himself. He pressed a button on his arm control unit and a frozen picture of a young woman's face was projected. The background was the Samson's main cargo hold. “Her name is Alice.”

“She looks nice.”

“I know she was in trouble when we last saw each other. Still haven't found out what kind of trouble or where she went. I keep hoping I find a bounty posted on her. It would be the fastest way for me to pick up a lead. So I search for her while we go from job to job.”

“Now it'll be something I'll do,” Finn said with a note of determination.

“Thank you Finn, now go get some rack time.”

“Yes sir.”

Hyperspace Day 2

“Frost, what are we doing out here?” Asked Carl Burke as he walked into the stasis compartment. There was one rack of six medical stasis tubes on one side and on the other there were a dozen emergency tubes. They looked completely different. The medical tubes were older by a decade but were far more reliable and provided more information about the occupants. When a bounty was captured, those were the ones the Captain liked to use.

The emergency tubes, which Frost was looking over, were racked up at forty five degree angles and lowered into the deck when they were full or in storage. He had them drawn all the way out so he could make sure the repair team had done their job and repaired the seals on two of them. They were right above his bunk. “I'm makin' sure these things aren't goin' ta bust open and leak stasis fluid all over my face while I'm sleepin', what're you doing here?”

“That's just it, I have no idea,” Burke replied in an agitated whisper. “Captain has us chasing down a ship that's eight times our mass and can slag us in seconds. Is he really driftin' over to her? What's he been drinkin'?”

“Plan's changed, we're lockin' onta her now.”

“What? What do you mean locking on?”

“We're comin' right up from behind an' then we're going to follow her cargo train inta the blind spot an' latch on right as we're gettin' to the ship proper.”

“Now I know everyone's lost their minds. What are we going to do then? Punch a hole in their hull and try to board her? They've got at least two hundred souls aboard.”

“Nope, we're goin' ta stay an' make trouble from the outside. The plan is to distract 'em.”

“What? That doesn't even make sense.”

Frost nodded to himself, satisfied that the pods had been repaired and activated the control that would put them back into storage. “We've been runnin' together what now, eight years?”

“Yup, a little more.”

“This is the craziest thing I've done, hell, I haven't heard of anything more spun.”

“Then why the hell are we doing it?”

“Ye've been out boarding with Captain before, haven't ye?”

“I have, but that was different. Different like not crazy. I understand why Ashley is going along with this, Captain bought her outright and set her loose on his ship to get her out of trouble, and her friends, which is half the ship, and even Silver who's sharin' her bunk, but why the hell are you goin' along?”

“Because he's never let me down. Even when he screws everythin' up an' we're about ta get wrecked or shot inta nothin' he manages ta turn it around or at least give us a runnin' chance. We don't always make it out with the guys we go in with, but that's the biz.”

“That doesn't mean this is the right way to go about this, hell, why are we going after this at all?”

“Someone's doin' wrong to thousands of people and we're gettin' paid to fix it.”

“Oh, so we're all fixin to be heroes now! What does it matter all the way out here? They could build a God damned statue you could see from orbit on whatever colony you like after we save their dirt turnin' asses. Won't change the fact that it'll just be in the ground after a few hundred years, maybe sooner. Just like us. We get good while we're here and being here is all there is until we're not here anymore. I don't plan on dyin any time soon and no way am I changin' that plan for someone else. I'll live longer than I have a right to if I can. This kind of gamble isn't my way.”

“So what, mutiny? Is that what you're askin me to join in on?”

“Why not? I'm sick and tired of him stalkin' around the ship, givin' orders and not telling us much of anythin' like he's better than us.”

“I am better than you Carl,” the Captain's voice echoed up the metal grating stairs.

Carl Burke turned around slowly, his hand resting on his sidearm, his face turning red.

Captain Valance didn't make a sound as he continued to the top step. He was dressed in an armoured black vacsuit no one had seen before. It was covered in thin strips of overlapping flexible plating and obviously had sound dampeners built in. Over top he wore his black long coat and he didn't say anything until he stepped out of the stairway and onto the deck. His expression was as neutral and as hard as granite. “Going to shoot me now Carl?” He asked calmly.

Carl's hand twitched away from his weapon. “Just sayin' maybe we deserve to know more about what's going on, why this is so important. Aside from the pay, I mean.”

Frost didn't move, he just watched from a couple meters away as Captain Valance slowly closed the distance between him and Carl Burke. “That's not what I heard. You said I thought I was better than everyone on this ship. Now, I can't answer to being better than everyone, but I know I'm better than you. Head and shoulders, balls to bones better than you.”

Carl stared into Jake Valance's eyes, willing himself not to look anywhere else. Just into those cool, unflinching hard eyes. He was the older of the two by at least twenty years. Somehow Jake's eyes had a century more.

“What are we going to do about that?” Jake asked quietly.

Carl Burke felt a drop of sweat run down his upper spine. He shivered and got angry enough to open his dry mouth. “Where the hell are you from? You decide for us all, where to go, what jobs to take and we don't know you from nowhere. I looked, no record, just that security vid of you getn' hatched from some stasis pod.”

Jake's expression darkened. “That's a secure file.”

“From a trained comms man? I can crack anythin' on this ship.”

“You're out of line. Next port, you're off,” Jake said quietly.

“Can't take someone findin' somethin' out on ya?”

There was a long pause as the two men just looked at each other. “Do you have anything to protect other than yourself in this life?” Jake asked quietly.

“What?” Carl's voice cracked a little.

Jake took a step forward, forcing Carl to take two steps back. “Is there anything, anyone you'd give your life to protect?” He asked, starting to raise his voice.

Carl just stared at him uneasily, at a loss for words.

“I do!” Jake shouted. He was furious. “Every God damned member of this crew thinks they've signed on for an adventure, or to work a hard life for bigger pay. They're really here because they were desperate enough to accept a job offer in a pub or from a port bulletin from someone who promises that it'll be hard but there will be cash. I take chances with everyone here. Some don't make it. The Samson wastes people. They burn out, they get grey fifty years younger than they should. If they live long enough, if they stay long enough and can't afford to retire. In just five years I've crewed two haulers four times over with people who just couldn't do what we do anymore.

Now we're taking risks, big ones because some of the crew are starting to burn out again. So I give myself the hardest job, to clear the worst of the hazards before I bring anyone else close enough to get slagged. Maybe a few of the crew will retire after this take, but it's dangerous. Oh it's more dangerous than anyone here can imagine! But I'm better than you remember?” Jake snatched the collar of Carl's vacsuit and twisted the thick fabric into his balled fist, pulling him up off his feet. “Oh, you have no idea how much better than you I am and that's why this is going to work,” Jake said in a clear, loud, measured tone.

He knew other people had come to watch. Through the grating that separated the stasis area from the forward hold, from the staircase where Ashley and Stephanie had come up to see why the Captain was shouting for the first time in years.

He activated a control in his left glove with a twitch of his hand and disappeared completely. Everyone stared on in astonishment as Carl Burke was held up in the air by an unseen hand. His eyes went wide in disbelief.

“You're relieved Burke. You won't see anything from this trip. Someone put his ass in the brig until we can dump him off at the next port,” Jakes disembodied voice ordered as Carl was dropped back down to his feet.

Hyperspace Day 3

It was a puzzle and he wasn't interested in asking for the answer. He had to find it on his own. There was a listing on the weapons systems panel called Big Surprise. There were no operational details, no specifications, but there was a location. That's why Finn found himself in the bowels of the ship, right under the port side capacitor series and long term energy storage. The room was built with a long eight meter door, was just a little shorter than a meter and a half, and reported full by internal sensors. He put his vacsuit helmet and gloves on and walked into the room, sealing the hatch behind him.

What he saw took him completely by surprise. A frame had been built right on top of the door. It housed hundreds of ancient capacitors, quick discharge battery units and the most simple control circuitry he had seen since primary school. He chuckled to himself. “What am I seeing?”

The bay doors were three meters across and the whole machine was made to be pushed through by three very basic piston arms. He walked around it with a flat scanning pad he had tuned himself for electronics. “There's enough power here to run the ship for two days.”

He looked at it again, inspecting it a little closer. There were a few capacitors that weighed a few hundred kilograms at the centre, but most were smaller. They had been screwed, welded, and glued on randomly, a few were even affixed with tape, a lot of tape. Quick release cables were attached to a panel above, leading to the main port capacitors where a great deal of the ship's energy was stored. “It must be another redundant system,” he said to himself, scratching his head.

The inner door opened and one of the maintenance crew members walked in. His vacsuit was sealed as well. “What are you doing in here?”

“I saw something on the weapons control station I wanted to check out, it lead me here.”

“Ah, the Big Surprise. I've never seen anyone track it down before. They usually just ask about it.” He crossed over to Finn and shook hands with him. “I'm Agameg Price, maintenance and occasional boarding. I'm usually down here during hyperspace. I like to make sure our emitters are in good shape. I get paranoid when we're moving past the speed of light. I hear the Captain's grooming you to be his new Chief.”

“Not that I've heard.”

“Well, the rumours are making the rounds.”

“I hope not, everyone here has more experience.”

“Well, I remember my old Staff Sergeant used to say he'd rather train a grunt to be an officer than train an officer to be a better officer. I think the Captain might just be training you to do things his way. I hear you graduated from an engineering program.”

“I did, but I don't talk about it. Some of the crew don't seem happy about me getting time on the bridge after being on board for less than a month.”

“Some of them are pretty petty. A few don't understand what kind of training someone who finishes an engineering program has. They can maintain most of these systems, sure, but you're trained to build them.”

“Did you go to school for this?”

“Yup, two years accelerated training then straight into the military. I did damage control on a big Galta Battle Cruiser.”

“Wow, I've only seen those in the news.”

“They're bigger up close, trust me. Three kilometres of guns, drop ships, and stasis bays for infantry. One of those things make it into orbit and they have twenty five thousand troops and fifteen armoured divisions on the ground in thirty minutes. Every fleet needs one.”

“So how did you end up here?”

“The war ended, open conflict was over. I could have gone back home but I didn't get to see much of the galaxy while I was in the service, so here I am.”

“Couldn't you have gotten onto an exploration vessel or something? I mean, this isn't the safest way to see the galaxy,” Finn whispered. If it weren't for his vacsuit's proximity radio Agameg wouldn't have heard him.

Agameg laughed and clapped Finn on the shoulder. His touch, despite being quick, was very light. “The issyrian Home Systems don't send survey ships out anymore, not since we ran into humans two hundred forty or so years ago.”

“You're issyrian?”

“I am, I just hold human form because it makes everyone else more comfortable. I've gotten used to it too.”

“I'm sorry, I've never met any of your people before.”

“This is your first time out in space?”

“Outside my system. That obvious huh?”

“To the people here, sure. We've been out here a while. For most of us this isn't our first ship. I know at least one of us was hired right out of an escape shuttle.”

“Really?”

“Yup, Mara, I call her Hitcher when she's in a bad mood. It reminds her things could be worse.”

“She's a gunner, isn't she?”

“She is, keeps to herself though. Likes those sims a bit too much I think.”

“Oh, I used to play, but now I just use them for practice unless someone else invites me into one.”

“We'll have to play Embargo Five sometime. I can't find many people who are any good.”

“Sounds good, though I've never played.”

“It's a strategic game, lots of diplomacy involved. You'd probably do very well. I have to inspect the emitters soon, so I should be going, but before I do, let me introduce you to the Big Surprise, ” Agameg said, gesturing to the long, messy machine in the middle of the cramped room.

“Well, I know I was surprised when I first saw it, but I'm still not sure I know why it's on the weapons station.”

“It's an Electromagnetic Pulse Bomb.”

“Whoa,” Finn exclaimed quietly, stepping back. “There's got to be enough power there to fry someone at this range. I'm guessing you build one of these and drop it through the doors.”

“Exactly, only this one's been used twice.”

“So you go back and pick it up when things calm down.”

“Yes, and when we're not using it to fry another ship's systems it serves as a source of reserve power. It stays charged by leeching less than a percent of the ship's energy and it's wired two way, so if we need a bit more juice we can tap in.”

“Smart.”

“The rumour is that the Captain hatched this idea and a couple of his engineers got together and built it. They're not aboard any longer, I think one is working on board one of his haulers.”

“So they built it here right under the port power systems so sensors wouldn't see it as a weapon.”

“Again, exactly right. Both times I've seen this used it came as a complete surprise. It's non-lethal at optimum range, but most ship systems are neutralized, especially weapons, sensors and engines since they're always built into the outer hulls.”

“It's genius, most of these parts are ready for the scrap pile, so it must have cost nothing to build.”

“The crew used to add a part to it, normally a small capacitor and sign it after they had been aboard a month or served in some kind of combat. We stopped doing it about a year ago, I don't know why. Here's my signature,” he said, pointing.

“On that old reserve battery?” Finn said, looking at the tiny component welded to another capacitor.

“Yes, as they say, every little bit helps.”

“I guess so.”

“Well, I have to go and check the emitters.”

“Mind if I go with? I haven't seen all those systems yet.”

“Certainly.”

The pair left the Big Surprise behind and began their inspection. Finn was full of questions and once he realized that Agameg enjoyed answering them they never stopped coming.

Longennes Station

The Samson lazily followed one of the outer holding patterns around the cluster of drifting station segments. The primary section of the station was originally designed to have a more streamlined look. With round segmented view ports in all directions and spirals extending out from the oval center pieces leading to entertainment centers and housing.

Over time expansions had been built and they didn't match the original design. Long, angular spokes extended from one side of the main complex, joining it to several dry dock areas and dozens of mooring pylons. It made the whole thing look lopsided but that didn't matter so much to the travellers who relied on the outpost for fuel, supplies and general transportation. It was a critical transfer point for commercial travel, tens of thousands of passengers disembarked and met with connecting space transports.

“How far ahead of the Vesuvius are we?” Asked Frost.

“Says they should be here any minute, just like I said five minutes ago,” Answered Silver.

“Boys, boys, they'll get here when they get here,” Ashley chided.

“Unless they're not coming here at all,” Silver muttered.

“Only place to refuel along their course for at least fifteen light years,” Frost replied. “Wait, I might have something.” He checked the tactical display and focused in on a large cargo ship. “There she is, marked the Vesuvius,” he highlighted it on the main display and started activating other systems.

“I see it, thanks Frost. I'll follow our registered holding pattern until they start getting closer,” Ashley said as she watched the other ship's position on the display.

“Remember, anything we do has to happen outside of the station's regulated space, otherwise we'll have the Port Authority launching fighters on us,” Silver put in.

“Yup, that would be bad.”

Everyone on the bridge watched for several minutes as the Vesuvius slowly turned and started to gain momentum towards one of the outer pylons. She was still a couple thousand kilometres away from any significant traffic.

“Okay, report thruster problems to the station,” Ashley said as she deactivated her starboard thrusters. The ship started drifting in the general direction of the Vesuvius.

“Is that maybe a little early?” Silver asked.

“We can't wait forever. Besides, there are already a few ships headed that way,” Ashley said as she carefully faked a struggle for control while she used only partial thrusters to guide the ship in the right direction.

“She's right, and the station has dropped the ball,” Cynthia, the replacement communications officer, said with a snicker. She wasn't nearly as qualified as Burke but she did know all the basics and had some minor code cracking experience. Her previous position was near the bottom of the pile in the maintenance team, so sitting in communications was a much better job than scraping around the outside of the hull pumping divots flat, doing cleanup, welding or running cable.

She replayed the station's reply over the speakers. “ Samson, if you're in trouble, start transmitting a cautionary warning to anyone near by and fix it. We're not liable for any damage that happens outside of our space. If you want a repair team the wait time is six and a half hours.”

“Well, Captain predicted that right,” Ashley said, shaking her head. “These ports don't care about being Samaritans.”

“Here's a ship we can shadow,” Silver said, marking a small cargo hauler on the display. “They're going to pass within five kilometres.”

“Looks good,” Ashley said as she spun the ship and hit the thrusters. “Hopefully it looks like I'm piggybacking their course so we can make repairs without hitting anything.”

Finn looked at the passive scans from the Vesuvius and shook his head. “There's something wrong here. The Vesuvius ' cargo train is too massive for what it's supposed to be. This math just doesn't work unless it's mostly empty.”

Frost looked over and nodded. “You've got that right, that ship should be just under a kilometre long, not four.

“Think we should take a chance and radio Captain?”

“Nope. He sees it, if it were a problem we'd know it. Stay the course and watch those power systems.”

“Getting close, ready with the maxjack Frost?” Silver asked.

“Aye.”

“Okay, coming up on the mark, we'll only have one shot at this,” Ashley said as she brought the starboard thrusters back online. “Starting in now.”

The Samson flipped over and turned so the maxjack was pointed directly at the dorsal aft side of the Galleon, right above the linkage to their long cargo train. Ashley watched as all the Samson's engines rotated into the exact positions she needed and fired as soon as they were in line.

As Finn watched through the precision scanners the Vesuvius grew until it filled the screen in the space of three seconds.

“Too fast! Way too fast!” Silver screamed.

Ashley decelerated the rest of the way, first with manoeuvring thrusters then with everything else. “Don't get your undercarriage in a twist, contact in three, two-”

No one heard her say 'one'. Instead the sounds of a collision filled the ship and Finn watched his integrity screen turn red for the entire bottom half of the hull. A second later most of the warnings disappeared, leaving only three flashing yellow sections.

The structure of the ship vibrated hard for a second as Frost worked the controls for the maxjack then clapped his hands together. “We're locked right down onto their hull! Nice job Ash!”

“Holding on repair teams until we're clear or critical,” Finn said aloud.

“Message coming in from Vesuvius.” Cynthia declared before airing it over the bridge audio system. “-or we'll scrape you off ourselves! Again, we are transporting prisoners, nothing of value, detach or we'll scrape you off!”

“I have a reply for ye, slaver,” Frost said as he activated the plasma cutters on the maxjack and locked a second pair of crusher arms onto the ship. “Oh, this is gonna hurt.”

The main display showed beams of light from the Vesuvius's turrets miss the Samson by less than five meters. “Looks like I hit their blind spot dead on,” Ashley said with a grin.

“Yup, no way they can hit us until we detach.”

“The Vesuvius isn't broadcasting a distress signal, they obviously don't want to risk anyone seeing what they're hauling,” Cynthia reported.

“We're through their outer hull and two main supports have been cut. Time to shake 'em up,” Frost said, gesturing to Ashley.

She nodded and rotated the main engine pods so they would redirect the path of the hauler into dead space instead of station territory. “Finn, watch hull stress. This ship was made to haul cargo, so this should be fine, but no one hauls cargo with a maxjack.”

“There's reasons for that,” Frost added.

She increased the main engine thrust slowly and the hull stress didn't show any shear or abnormal strain.

“They're firing their engines, trying to overpower us.”

“Time to start digging, tell me when the power levels on that ship start dropping,” Frost said to Finn as he refocused the cutters on the maxjack and turned the power and plasma flow all the way up. He was trying to dig for critical power systems.

“Running a scan cycle on the Vesuvius.” Finn reported, he was so nervous his palms were sweating, but he focused on his job, monitoring his station and listening carefully, making sure he was aware of what was going on second by second. The ship groaned as the strain on the engine pylons increased. He checked the stress on the hull and was surprised as it was well within tolerances. The maxjack mounts were holding as well.

“We're at full power, I don't know if we can change their course.” Ashley reported. “You'd better hit something important before we cross into the station's territory.”

“Working on it,” Frost replied. The density scan in front of him, meant to show hard points and structural information on the other ship, showed him where he'd want to cut if he were looking for supports and soft parts of the hull. There wasn't much information on systems or critical components so it wasn't very helpful in that respect. “Hey Finn, best guess? I'm drillin' blind here.”

Finn leaned over to see Frost's station more clearly and looked at the diagram. It was really a picture of overlapping shadows the darker spots and lines representing more dense metals. He pondered for a moment and pointed to a very light section with several small dots. “There, you might hit some control circuitry.”

Frost aimed the plasma cutters again and turned the power levels up to full. His eyes went wide. “Well kid, you were wrong I think, but I did manage to cut straight through a compartment and decompress the section. Time to wedge it open and see what I can do.” He extended the pry arms into the large open space he had broken into and turned them on.

The ship jostled for a second.

“Are our inertial dampeners okay?” Silver asked.

“They're fine, the hull was vibrating.”

“That's because I just exposed another rear compartment, big decompression.”

“No signs of life there, before or after,” Finn confirmed.

“Good, because I'm about to light it up.” Frost said as he turned the plasma torches onto the open wound.

“We're starting to pull them off course. Whatever you did reduced their engine power,” Ashley reported.

The results of Finn's scans came up on his tertiary holodisplay and he started looking through the schematic, reading dozens of marked sections. “Okay, aim the cutter up seven degrees and fire for a focus on two point three meters.”

“I can only give you five point nine degrees, plating's in the way.”

“Go ahead.”

Frost turned the cutters and refocused the jet of cutting plasma. “What am I diggin' for here?”

“Just readjust to focus on three point five meters when I say,” Finn replied.

“Yessir,” Frost retorted with a smile.

“Do it now.”

Frost worked the controls and a moment later the stress on the Samson's hull dropped, he could see the differences on Finn's station out of the corner of his eye. “What did I hit lad?”

“A main power conduit, we have at least an hour before anyone can repair that, and they'll have to do it in a vacsuit while you're messing around in their faces with that maxjack.”

“Confirmed, they have no engine power. We're in control of their course,” Ashley very nearly cheered. “Towing them away from the station.”

“Well, that's all our hard work. Now it's up to the Captain,” Silver said as he checked the navigational data for the area.

A Dark Spirit

Moments after the Samson made contact with the Vesuvius Jake pushed off from the aft airlock. His cloaksuit was active and if his pet project was worth the time he had spent on it over the past two years no one would be able to pick him up on sensors, hear, see, or so much as smell him. The sound dampeners were something he designed into all his vacsuits, that was easy. The rest was hard to design, had to be built component by component from scratch. The suit used a lot of power, generated different kinds of radiation and in order for it to work all that by-product energy had to be stored somewhere. There was no time for an elegant solution, so the radiation was kept within.

He made contact with the upper aft hull of the Vesuvius and started crawling towards the nearest airlock. Instead of using magnets to cling to the hull, he moved with the aid of an adherent that would wear off after a few minutes. A magnetic field would make him easy to pick out in a scan.

He made it to the airlock hatch and took a small tool kit from a thigh pocket then affixed it to the hull right beside the entry keypad. The lock had to appear to have shorted out during the maxjack's drilling and prying.

He took a small cutter from the tool kit and started to work at the control panel and as though on queue the maxjack started working twenty meters above his head. He could feel the vibrations of the hull damage as he carefully started to remove the face plate.

When he cut the control panel's face plate loose he tossed it over his shoulder. He pulled the button pad out of the way and cut several wires. Putting back the cutter, he pulled several powered bridge wires out of his tool kit and affixed them to the freshly cut lines inside the small control box. He clamped a remote circuit onto the bridge wires and pressed a button on his arm command unit. The outer airlock door opened.

He retrieved his tool kit and pulled himself inside, closing the door behind him by remote. He waited a moment after the door closed, looked inside and didn't see anyone. Without further hesitation he busted open the inner control panel and cross wired it so the door would open and stepped through, leaving a remote circuit there as well. Looking around, he closed the door behind him and inspected it. There was no way to tell it had been tampered with unless you were to step inside the airlock.

The overlay display in his vacsuit showed an outline of where people were based on motion detection, infra red, shifting air pressure and sound. He made his way down the main hallway towards the aft lift. The map on his visor display told him the main engineering level was two decks down. Stepping in behind a tall female crew member he followed her to the lift where she pressed the call button and waited for it to arrive. She was responding to something in her earpiece. “They're in our blind spot! We have to board them by force or wait for them to take boarding actions and fight our way onto their ship.”

She shook her head at whatever the response was and stepped through the opening shaft doors. Jake walked in with her and turned the sound amplification up so he could hear both sides of the conversation.

“…no communications with them so far, they're not replying, not demanding anything. For all we know they just want to destroy us section by section!”

“Okay, so unless you can magically mount a gun pointing right at our blind spot, we'll have to board them. That's the only solution I have for you,” she replied.

“Fine, get a party together. If we can't make the station's protected area, you're clear to mount a boarding action.”

“Yes sir,” she acknowledged, sounding pleased with herself. The lift car slowed down, the doors opened and she got off.

Jake waited for the doors to close and pressed the button for the engineering level. While he waited he pulled up one corner of the control panel's cover and slipped a wireless control mole inside. It was nothing more than a tiny transmitter, receiver chip and if it worked it would patch in to the lift controls and wait for instructions from him. The lift stopped and he stepped out as soon as the doors opened, two crew members working near by stopped what they were doing for a moment and looked into the empty elevator car, then shrugged. They were busy working through a problem.

He headed straight for main engineering. Before long a few important facts started becoming painfully evident. They were following a military structure. In the space he had travelled just in engineering he had also seen over a dozen people and he hadn't gotten to the reactor yet. When he arrived in the center of the engineering section a sense of dread came over him. There were over twenty people working in the various levels of that section. The antimatter reactor core was five decks tall and grated metal decking encircled it. The only way there were fifty people working that ship was if over half were in engineering, and that just couldn't be. The Vesuvius had changed, and he had to find out how.

He walked over to an unused console and looked around. No one was nearby or looking in his direction so he attached a high yield sensory overload grenade to the console and ran around to the other side to stand beside another computer console. Just as he stepped in front of it the grenade went off, he barely noticed. His vacsuit blocked out most of the sound and shielded his vision from the light. The same wasn't true of the engineering crew who were absolutely disabled.

He quickly called up the ship's registration information. He was aboard the TSS Vesuvius, high priority armed cargo transport. He dug a little deeper and discovered their current assignment. It wasn't secure, the entire crew knew what they were doing there. They were to transport captured scientific research stock to an asteroid work camp.

He had heard of companies using people for scientific research, knew that it was possible that he was subjected to it himself. These people were most likely spared that only to be sent to a massive work camp. There was also a labour force in tow with an acceptable death rate of fifty percent during transit. He checked the security level of the orders again just to be sure and shook his head. Anyone aboard had access to them, he didn't even need to hack in to see them.

My job here is still the same. He thought to himself as he opened the access panel right beside the computer terminal and placed a small high yield explosive inside. He set it for thirty minutes and looked around as he closed the panel.

The engineering crew were still stunned, some just starting to groggily move around. One of them looked straight at the access panel. Jake took two steps over to him, picked him up by the belt and collar then tossed him over the railing so he fell three decks down. Someone across that level of engineering saw his crewmate fall over the side and looked down over the railing after him. Chances were he didn't see Jake, but he waited and observed for a moment just in case.

The crewman never even looked towards the access panel with the bomb behind it. Just to keep them disoriented Jake walked over to the sensory overload grenade, beating a crewman to it and pressed the detonation button again.

The room was flooded with light and sound once more. Jake looked around at the for a moment and shook his head. It might not have been a purely military vessel, but the crew had a military designation, took orders from officers and he would have to treat anyone in his way as though they were an enemy soldier.

He blindly pressed the control to open the elevator doors and the car was still there. He stepped inside and the main power failed. A moment later the lights came on dimly and he mentally crossed his fingers as he pressed the button for the deck eleven. Nothing happened.

He sighed and adjusted the sensors in his suit to scan through the thin metal sheeting of the elevator car. Luckily there was a maintenance space the height of the lift tube. After making a few adjustments to his sidearm he stood back as far as he could and fired at the wall facing the empty space in the shaft. The weak metal almost gave way under the white hot shot spread over a space three quarters of a meter wide. He fired one more time and made a hole large enough to crawl through.

There was no gravity outside of the elevator car, but he still used the ladder to guide himself along and always had one hand on a rung. Even though there was no gravity at the moment, there was always a possibility of it coming back on.

The level he needed was only three levels down and he was relieved to see the standard emergency crank for the doors. After a few pumps of the lever the doors were open enough for him to squeeze through. His sensors told him that there were two armed men down the hall between him and the entrance to the cargo train. They had obviously seen the doors pump open and were waiting for whoever did it to come through. Neither of them were stepping forward to inspect the elevator shaft.

Jake waited for three minutes silently, watching the seconds tick by on the chronometer built into his display and the two men stood stock still with their rifles pointed at the door the entire time. With a sigh he turned the sound dampeners on his suit all the way up, made sure that the rest of the cloak was still functioning then swung through the open doors. He stepped to the side, ducking behind a computer console and waited a moment.

The guards didn't move, they hadn't noticed him. He ran down the hall towards the access doors leading out to the cargo train. The guards were in full military vacsuits. He stopped right between them, took a firm grip of their rifle stocks, yanked them out of their hands and tossed them over his shoulders. He took several steps backwards, drew his sidearm and shot the first in the head. The second ran forward, trying to ram whatever invisible thing was there.

Jake stepped aside, tripped him, knelt down on his back and pressed the barrel of his gun into his shoulder. The guard didn't stop trying to get up so he fired.

“Now you're going to unlock the doors,” Jake ordered.

The guard stopped struggling. Jake stood and let the guard get to his feet. He looked around for a moment, hesitating and favouring his injury.

“I'm here, trust me. I will shoot you in the face if you do not open the door,” the voice coming through the disguiser inside his cloaksuit was not his own, but the twisted, distorted voice of another person entirely.

The guard turned around, walked back to the doorway and stopped.

Jake kicked him hard in the back of the leg, forcing the guard to his knees. “Open it!”

The guard didn't enter a code, but simply pressed the OPEN button.

“No code? You guys really don't care who gets in, do you?”

“We only make sure no one gets out,” replied the guard through his clenched teeth.

“You've reported me, haven't you?”

The guard shook his head vigorously in denial.

“That's all right, in a few minutes none of that will matter. I've planted a bomb in the forward lift. When the power is restored it'll head straight to the bridge and the entire command deck will be destroyed,” he stated ominously before running down the hall leading into the cargo train. He pressed the OPEN button there and the doors parted. The inner airlock doors opened as the outer doors closed.

Jake brought up a security screen on the computer console on the other side and set a restriction code on the door so no one could come after him. The controls to decouple the cargo train from the Vesuvius were standard, and with the pull of a safety lever and the command punched into a console the locks securing the train to the ship released. A few seconds later the thrusters fired, pushing the train slowly away from the Vesuvius so the Samson could get in position and haul the cargo into hyperspace. He turned his cloaksuit off and injected himself with a treatment for radiation poisoning.

The Vesuvius 's main computer was still functioning and the chip he had left in the elevator car still had access. There was no security in place to guard against access on those lines so he began to download their navigational data and cargo manifests. There was something very strange about this job. Even though he knew they were getting paid a premium to do it and not ask questions, he couldn't help investigating.

Cargo

The Samson had no difficulty hooking up to the long cargo train and hauling it into hyperspace. Jake waited the entire time in the forward control car trying to review the data he had retrieved from the ship but the files were encrypted.

He wasn't going inside without a boarding crew. Stephanie took point with Ramirez and Price close behind. “Welcome aboard,” he welcomed quietly.

“Last boarding action sir, I'll miss our time together,” she said casually.

“We'll all miss you chica,” Ramirez commented from behind.

“Do we have hostiles?” She asked Jake.

“We might, the guards they put on the door seemed more worried about what might come out than anyone going in. Better to be safe. I can handle a lot, but even invisibility and in impact armour can't hold back a mob. Did you bring the stunners?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good, sling your rifles and draw those. Hand me one while you're at it.”

They switched from particle rifles to the stun hand guns, slinging the former across their backs and locking them in place. Their vacsuits were provided to them by the Captain. They were the same as his. Sealed from the neck down with oval face plates on their form fitting head pieces. Over top they wore full combat armour, mixed and matched beige and grey parts of larger plates attached to centimetre thick resistive insulated fibre. Their heads were covered by impact panels with under padding that clicked in place behind the face plates.

“Okay, time to crack it. Start scanning through the door,” Jake ordered. Agameg Price stepped up with a hand scanner and began gathering data as the Captain popped the control panel open and began to carefully draw wires away from the main circuit board. “Nothing special about this,” he said to himself.

“Breathable air inside, thousands of small power supplies, one large one at the back. No interior bulkheads for the first two kilometres then there's a hardened partition. I can't get through it.”

Jake felt nausea wash over him and straightened up for a moment, hoping it would pass. It was the radiation poisoning, it must have been much worse than he thought. He was glad the power supply and high powered circuitry for the cloaking field were both deactivated, if he could medicate through the sickness and counter the cellular degradation he would be home free. Jake took a few deep breaths and finished patching into the control panel. “Any more information?” He asked Price

“Can't be sure, sixteen degrees inside, good pressure, equal to this room.”

“Good, let's go,” Jake said as he pressed a button on his arm control and the doors opened. He stepped inside first, it was pitch black. He looked to his arm command console. There were no lights to control through the door console hack he had just made. The cargo cars were just massive spaces with nothing but a temporary life support system. “Light it up for us.”

Ramirez took a small round cylinder out of his pocket and rolled it straight in front of him. The boarding team could hear it rolling further and further away until Ramirez turned it on.

Several hundred meters ahead were illuminated and Captain Valance gasped at the sight. Hanging in racks above and below the catwalk, as far as the eye could see in front of them were thousands of pods exactly like the one he emerged from years before.

Nausea washed over him once more. This time he couldn't hold it back. He pulled his vacsuit headpiece off and stepped back inside the smaller compartment, opened a disposal drawer and heaved his lunch and dinner inside.

“Captain!” Called out Stephanie, she was behind him in seconds.

“Cloaksuit, radiation-” he was able to get out before another set of heaves. As soon as he stopped vomiting he switched to the medical controls on his arm command unit and injected himself with anti nausea medication. The exposure reading he glimpsed was well beyond lethal, he hoped it could be countered.

“Are you all right sir?” Stephanie asked.

“I'll know in a moment,” he replied, checking his status. “I was exposed to a bit more radiation from the suit's power supply than I expected, I'll be fine in a few days,” he said as he raised the dosage of radiation treatment medication. “If not, you'll have to fight Frost for command.” The remnants of nausea were gone and he took a deep, slow breath then let it out.

“I'll never question what you're willing to sacrifice for our safety, sir,” commented Ramirez.

“Sacrifice? I'll be fine, I don't know about you though.”

“Why's that sir?”

Jake put his headpiece back on. “You're taking point.”

Ramirez chuckled and took up the forward position with Price and his scanner behind. They moved slowly down the catwalk made to fit two side by side. None of them could shake the eerie feeling as they passed thousands of silent sleepers, all in stasis tubes filled with yellow or blue fluid. Captain Valance buried any visible sign of the sympathy he felt for those people, concentrating on safely exploring the massive space.

“Are they alive?” Asked Stephanie.

“According to this there have only been two failed pods so far out of a couple thousand. The entire first three kilometres of the cargo containers are filled with them. There have to be more than what we expected here, more like thirty.”

“Weren't there only supposed to be ten sir?” Asked Ramirez.

“Anything not in stasis coming up?” Asked Jake, ignoring the point man's question.

“Nothing in this compartment so far.”

They kept walking in silence, after a while Ramirez dropped another light cylinder and they could almost see the other end of the compartment.

The Captain tried to run a decryption program on the files he had downloaded from the Vesuvius but it estimated that it may take approximately six years. He shook his head and opened a channel to the bridge of the Samson. “Have Frost pay a visit to Burke. Tell him he'll get a fair share if he decrypts something for me. I'm sending the files now, make sure he gets them.”

“Yes sir,” Cynthia replied.

“And tell him he's got two hours,” Captain Valance added before closing the channel.

“There's active life past the next bulkhead sir,” reported Price. “Various conditions as far as I can tell, not many humans.”

“How many?”

“I can only scan about two hundred meters deep right now, but as far as I can tell there are at least a thousand on eight decks.”

“In just a couple hundred meters? Are you reading that right?” Stephanie asked quietly.

Price checked again, resetting the scanner and performing a fresh cycle. “I wish I weren't, but I am.”

They arrived at the doorway and Captain Valance put a hand on Ramirez's shoulder. “I'll go first, don't point your stunners at anyone unless we're charged by a group.”

He stood in front of everyone else and opened the double doors. The darkness inside was like a wall. At first they couldn't see much of anything. Then there were only rough shapes and Ramirez was just taking another light cylinder out of his pocket and Jake took it from him. He turned it up just enough to cast a little light on the surrounding ten meters.

Ramirez choked at what he saw and turned away.

“Oh my God,” Stephanie whispered.

Agameg Price was silent as he lowered his scanner.

There was a pile of non-human corpses in various states of decomposition. Jake raised his hands and said something that no one expected. “We're here to help.”

He stepped around the pile of bodies, at least thirty, and started to see frightened faces. There were issyrians, some of whom looked mostly human and nafalli, their big round eyes looking out from furred faces. Most of them were holding their flat noses with both hands or were leaning forward, putting weight on their large, furred hands.

“It's all right, we'll try to transport you somewhere you can get some help. I need you to know we don't have any doctors on board and we are a very small ship. We don't have room for you, but we can get you somewhere that might have the facilities to take care of you,” he said calmly as he got a little closer to the semicircle of fearful onlookers. A couple of them started to move towards them.

The issyrians stepped forward slowly and lightly touched Jake at first, but then they touched Agameg Price instead. He had reverted to his native state, and his thin, delicate features with short strands of skin covering his narrow face and long, thin neck were plain for all to see. “We'll do our best to help you, spread the word and tell everyone to stay very calm. We are not equipped to handle emergencies,” he whispered to them quietly. Several touched him or another member of the party and then walked off into the darkness.

“Why are they reaching out to us like that?” Ramirez asked quietly.

“My race enters a dream state when we're near death and we touch objects nearby to keep us focused on reality in order to prolong life.”

“Valance to bridge,” Jacob said, verbally opening a channel instead of moving to touch his arm control. “We need the rest of the boarding crew here with all the medical supplies we have and the instructions that go with them. Be efficient, but don't rush so you'll forget anything on your way. It's important that they bring everything that we can teach others to use. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir, I'll tell them right away,” Cynthia replied.

“Confirm through repetition.”

“Sorry sir. The boarding staff are to gather all the medical supplies and equipment they can. They have to bring the instructions and be prepared to teach others how to use it all. They are not to rush, but to efficiently make sure they bring it all.”

“Good, patch me through to Ashley.”

“Here she is.”

“What's going on sir? Is everyone all right?” Asked Ashley.

“The boarding crew are fine but we've found some people in need. Set course for Thadd and get us moving as fast as you can without going over safety limits. Have Silver chart the quickest route out of this territory possible. As soon as we've crossed the territorial line start broadcasting on emergency channels and contacting emergency organizations. Several thousand refugees rescued, in need of medical assistance, various races. Send our expected point of arrival to Thadd.”

“Yes sir, I'll be down to help as soon as-”

“No. You stay up there. Keep this boat together along with the entire cargo train. I don't want it falling apart on the way there.”

“Yes sir.”

One of the refugees, a nafalli with brown fur and yellow stripes, cocked her head and blinked for a long moment before opening her big dark eyes wide. “Captain Jonas?” She asked with a lovely voice that was strained to a squeak.

Jake Valance looked at her, and her eyes widened. “Captain Jonas from Zingara, Captain of the First Light!” She lurched ahead and grabbed his hand. “Please!” She shouted.

He recognized the mewling and huffing sounds she made immediately. She was crying, near hysterics. “Don't do anything!” He shouted to Stephanie, who had her stunner pointed at the nafalli who was dragging him deeper into the makeshift complex. “Ramirez, with me!”

It took him a couple seconds to react, but he followed the nafalli and his Captain, looking right at them and ignoring everything else.

“You can calm down, I'll follow you.” Captain Valance said in a calm tone as he was hauled through a maze of makeshift blanket and refuse nests, triple bunks, cloth partitions and exhausted or very ill people. The state of the place was unbelievable. They had barely any form of light, he could see emergency ration wrappers lying around and there were stands of water tanks every fifty or so meters but most of them were empty.

She stopped at a nest made of blankets, parts of a bunk, its mattress and several other things he didn't take the time to identify. Laying right in the middle of the small nest was a seven foot tall nafalli. His hair was falling out, his breathing was shallow and his dry, cracked nose was seeping blood and pus. “Captain Jonas is here Oomal, he has come to rescue us.” The nafalli said soothingly, stroking his patchy grey fur. She made a soothing purr sound and he lifted his head slightly.

The male's eyes couldn't focus on him. “Jonas, Captain,” he managed to say.

Something stirred in Jake as he stepped forward and knelt down. It was like the gears of a machine left to rust had come to life and he knew exactly what he had to do. He freed his hand from the female nafalli and set his arm command unit to perform a medical scan, extended his hand over the male and took a reading.

“Oomal is suffering from dehydration, exhaustion and has a virus. It's not contagious at the moment and I can use my materializer to make medication for him.”

Other refugees were coming to watch, most of them nafalli. Ramirez stood up, having regained his senses a bit, and quietly directed everyone with his hands. “Please stay back, he needs room.”

A couple of the furry multitude actually began to help him keep order, gently forming a barrier. One tried to break through, yelling; “Food! Give us food! Some of them have hidden it from the rest of us! We need food!”

“Ramirez, stun him if he breaks through,” Jake said as he finished programming the needed medication into his arm command unit. It began materializing it right away.

Two large nafalli grabbed the one trying to break through and dragged him off. “Be careful with him! I don't think he means any harm!” Ramirez shouted after them.

Jake started taking off his arm command unit and looked to the female who had brought him there. “Okay, I'm going to inject this,” he whispered. “It'll take a moment for it to medicate him.”

“I should have known the First Light would come,” she whispered back, putting one slender hand on his shoulder.

He shook his head. “I don't know anything about that ship, and I'm sorry I don't know you, but I will help you.” Oomal had already passed out but the medical scanner indicated the medication was starting to work.

“Don't remember me?”

Jake looked around for a moment then focused on Ramirez; “Don't repeat what I'm about to say to anyone.”

Ramirez nodded. “Yes sir.”

He looked back to the female nafalli. “I'm missing everything before the last five years, I don't know why, only that I was in a pod just like the ones in the forward compartment.”

The female's eyes went wide. “Your mate looks for you. She said you were taken by Vindyne. She misses you.”

“How long ago?”

“It must have been over seven core world years.”

Jake wanted to know more but all around him people were next to dying from dehydration, starvation and disease. His instincts lead him in a direction that was completely selfless for the first time in years. “I have other questions, but for now it's important that you take care of him. The medication will do its work and I'll inject him with nutritional necessities and an accelerator so his immune system works faster but without you I don't think he'll be happy.” He said as he knelt down low on one side and very cautiously pulled out all his meal replacement bars. There was enough there to last both of them for two days. He put them very carefully under the edge of the nest and looked down to indicate where they were to the woman.

She followed his eye line and saw what he was doing then she looked back up at him, her eyes welling up with tears. “You may have forgotten yourself, Jonas, but you are still a good man. You are very good.” When she pulled him into her arms he could feel that under all that fur, which he could see was originally white, she was nothing but skin and bones.

Triage

The medical supplies were gone in two hours. Finn joined the rest of the repair and maintenance crew that wasn't already helping in the cargo container get the only materializer on board running. It wasn't high resolution enough to make medications, but it could start converting energy into bandages, blankets, light foods and other very basic items of moderate density.

Some of the rescued slaves were essential to their success, keeping their fellow captives calm and under control as those that could walk lined up for food from the galley and ship stores. The processed nutrient packages that the crew found bland and poorly textured were a Godsend for the over four thousand survivors who were crammed into that one kilometre long cargo container.

The hull of the vessel was cold in some places. The girding and decking used to separate it into different floors were made from scrap materials. It must have taken a long time to build it regardless of the quality. Whoever was responsible had put a great deal of premeditation into it. They knew exactly what they were doing.

“Captain, we're running out of food and we haven't fed half of them.” Came the communication from Stephanie.

“We still have fourteen tons of fruit in preserve crates. Break them open.”

“Yes sir,” he could hear her smiling over his ear communicator. The nausea had overtaken him again as he went from one person to another, but he was able to control it after re-medicating himself. It was a race against time, and spared little thought for his own condition as he treated one captive after another.

Jake already drained his power cell and had to swap the one in his arm unit with the one in his sidearm. It was the only object that could materialize medications and complex items, but it wasn't made to do so constantly.

“Valance to Frost,” he verbally commanded the channel open as he treated an issyrian with an advanced lung infection.

“Frost here.”

“Where the hell is Burke?”

“He's not comin' sir. Nothin' I've said will convince him to go down there. He knows we're not bringin' this ship back to Regent Galactic. Doesn't expect to get paid.”

“Okay, I'll take care of Burke. As far as everyone else is concerned, you'll be paid just as if we pulled down fifteen mil for this job, I'll pay everyone a share out of my own accounts. That is, unless they're not doing their job or helping back here. Those people get nothing but a swift toss down the gangway at the next port. Pass the word.”

“Will do sir.”

“Valance to Ashley.”

“Ashley here, what can I do for you sir?”

“How far are we from Thadd?”

“With the acceleration we're pulling and the straight line we're on, a little over four hours.”

“Are you sure you're still operating within safety limits?”

“Would I disobey orders with precious cargo in tow? We've been headed that way for almost six hours now and are just starting to decelerate.”

“Six hours.” Captain Valance repeated quietly. It felt like two.

“How has the ride been back there by the way?”

“Steady, not much rattle. Listen, take it easy. The hull back here isn't consistently dense and there are no emergency bulkheads or life craft.”

There was silence for a minute. He was putting his command unit back on while the issyrian he had assisted thanked him. “The drugs I gave you will help your immune system fight the infection and there's a decongestant that will help you breathe clearer for the next few days. You have to tell the medic that you've been treated when he sees you.”

“Thank you Doctor, I haven't been able to breathe or sleep properly in days.”

“You're welcome, I'm not a Doctor, I'm the Captain.”

“Well thank you Captain-”

“-Valance.” Jake finished shaking the man's hand and started looking for someone else in distress as he turned his attention back to Ashley. “Ash, are you still there?”

“Yes sir, I was listening. What are you doing? I mean, if you don't mind me asking.”

“Diagnosing and treating people down here with my command unit,” he replied as he knelt down beside an issyrian and a nafalli. One was above the other in a rickety double bunk. He shook his head and moved on after confirming they had both died long before he arrived. He started to realize how tired he was as he sighed. For each one that was in line for food or couldn't get there on their own and needed treatment, there were five dead.

“It's bad down there.” Ashley said in his ear. It wasn't a question, it was a realization.

“Yes, it is Ash.”

“Are you okay?” Ashley asked in a whisper.

It was a surprising question, no one had asked him in years. He looked around for a moment before answering. “I could be worse. Just make sure we get there in one piece, I trust you.”

“Thank you sir, I will.”

Cynthia broke into communications just then. “Captain, we have a response from Thadd Search and Rescue; They stand ready and will accept our refugees.”

A wave of relief washed over Jake, the like of which he had never felt before. “Make sure everyone involved in helping back here is informed that we'll have more help in less than five hours and they pass that information on to whoever they come in contact with.”

“Yes sir.”

“Don't offer an accurate time frame, add an hour just in case we get held up.”

Jake tried to find his way back to Loori and Oomal without any success at first. He had to walk through the maze of makeshift cloth walls and rickety bunks for several minutes just to get his bearings. Then he set out again down what looked like more of a main hallway and caught sight of Ramirez who was still standing near them with a pair of light cylinders at his feet.

He walked over and was embraced by Loori. “He's so much better now, see?” She said, walking him right over to her husband's side.

He was still laying down, and really didn't look much better to Jake, but the racial barrier was pretty high. His medical knowledge told him a slightly different story on a quick second inspection. Oomal's nose had stopped discharging bloody pus, his eyes were clear and he was able to sit up a bit and look around.

Someone had brought them water from the Samson's ship stores in a large jug and some clean blankets. Just as he was wondering what Ramirez was still doing there, he realized that he had two small preserve crates behind him and he was handing out bananas, oranges and pears out to anyone who approached him. To his right was several jugs of water and a tall pile of blankets that was shrinking quickly. The frenzied fight for food was over since lines had formed and people were passing it out.

“Thank you Captain Valent,” Oomal said, extending a long arm.

Captain Valance took the bony hand and shook it gently, he was still weak. “Is that the name you knew me by before?”

“It is, my mate tells me you cannot remember your life. You do look different.”

“My husband, who should be resting not talking, is right. You look different, but not so much your mate would not know you,” Loori said, sitting down beside her husband and putting one arm across his chest.

“Who was she?”

“Her name is Ayan. She was a pretty woman, about this high” Loori held her hand at her mid chest level. “With red hair and blue eyes. We met you in a restaurant called Marconi's on Zingara station. They had very good-” she looked to her husband for a moment, searching for the word.

“I am resting,” he said, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

She pulled on a little tuft of his fur and he looked back up. “You mean to say spaghetti.”

“Yes, spaghetti. You were the Captain of the First Light, she was the Engineer.”

Jake thought for a moment. “Do you know anything about my daughter?”

Oomal and Loori looked at each other then back to Jake. “I did not know about your daughter.”

“We did not meet her,” Oomal confirmed.

“Thank you, I hope I can find out more after we get to the Thadd system, but for now I need to ask you a few things about how you ended up here.”

“You do not know?” Loori asked, cocking her head.

“We were hired to retrieve a stolen cargo train with criminals and colonists aboard.”

“This is not that train. We were trading on Sangesh and were attacked on our way back to the ship. Oomal was stunned and I was able to fight them long enough for our children to flee. I still don't know if they made it, I have not been able to find them here.”

“You didn't break any laws? Didn't have a bounty on your head?”

She shook her head, showing no sign that she took offence to the question.

“What happened next?”

“They took us to a labour camp somewhere in the Toxteth system where we-” She looked to Oomal again and he shrugged. “I am sorry, we have been speaking our own language for a long time, it's hard to remember object words in yours.”

“Were you mining? Underground?” Ramirez asked before the Captain could activate his translator.

“Yes! We were mining in a big open hole. Many died, it was very dangerous. For more than a year.”

“Almost two years,” Added Oomal, nodding.

“Yes. Then some humans in black armour came and bought all the slaves who were not human. They put us in large shuttles and put us to sleep with gas. When we awoke we were in this place, for more than thirty days.”

“Did you find out who purchased you? Were there any markings anywhere?”

“It was Regent.”

“Regent Galactic?” I asked.

“Yes, they were the ones. They put us in here, left food, water, but after a while the food started running out and the hoarding started. Oomal got sick.”

“Do you know how to contact your children?”

“Yes!” Loori exclaimed happily.

“Okay, we'll be getting to the Thadd system in about four hours. Take this, my comm number as well as the ship's are programmed in. When we arrive just call the bridge and they can patch you through so you can contact your children. Just don't tell anyone else. We don't have the resources or a complex enough communications system aboard to host thousands of transmissions,” Jake told them as he handed them a small transmitter.

“Thank you Captain!” Loori said, embracing him for the third time.

“Thank you Jonas Valent,” Oomal said, patting his back.

“That is rude Oomal, he is not called that anymore, he is Captain Valance now.”

“We must know who we were to know who we are Loori, I am only helping.”

“I have to go take care of something before we arrive,” Jake said as she let him go.

Ramirez cleared his throat. “I'll stay with them and make sure they can get through to the bridge Captain. We're just starting to get to know each other.”

“Thank you, I'll remember this Hernando.”

“Call me Hernan.”

Jake Valance made his way to the main doors, people stared at him as he went by. As he drew closer to the entrance he could see the lines for food. There was one to the left, another to the right, and two right up the middle. Stephanie was directing the traffic with the help of several of the slaves. At the entrance they had stacked up all the crates that would fit through the door. There were maintenance staff taking the empties and running them back to the Samson's cargo hold so they could refill them with fruit. It was as fresh as the day it was picked thanks to the preserve systems built into the crates.

“We will be handing out food until we arrive in the Thadd system in four hours, then rescue teams will come on board with supplies and medical staff. Please be patient when they arrive, you will be escorted off this cargo container and into a safe place where you will be able to contact your people,” Stephanie was saying as Jake approached, she was a little hoarse.

He put his hand on her shoulder. “Think you should take a break? Have someone else start yelling?”

“There's no one else sir. Everyone whose willing to lend a hand has something to do. Us boarding crew are just keeping the peace.”

“Has there been any trouble?”

“Well, we had part of the deck collapse in one corner, no one was hurt though. A few have tried to run out of the cargo container. We had to let one of them into the Samson, he's sleeping in the forward cargo deck.”

“Wow, couldn't catch him?”

“Nope, he was climbing walls like there was no gravity. He just needed to get out. Once he saw the inside of the Samson I guess he realized it was smaller than where he'd come from and just went to sleep after we stopped chasing him. I hear Finn nearly crapped himself though, he was working on converting an old emitter into a space heater when the nafalli went right up over his head from behind.”

Captain Valance laughed, actually laughed aloud. Stephanie may have seen him do that five times in the more than four years she had been aboard.

“Can I say something sir?” She asked quietly.

“Any time, you've been crew longer than anyone aboard.”

“Well, it's just that saving lives seems to suit you.”

Captain Valance just looked at her for a moment. She looked tired, not as tired as he felt, but it seemed like she wasn't working for the money just then. “Thank you, too bad I'm about to kill Burke. That is unless he starts working on this encryption.”

“I'm sure you can convince him sir,” she said with a crooked grin.

He walked towards the doors then. All eyes were on him and he made sure to thank everyone who was helping in passing. They looked frayed, most didn't know how to do what they were doing but the few who did were happy to instruct and they had fallen into a rhythm. The compassion and care he watched people exhibit as they handed out fruit and rations of basic nutrients from the galley was unbelievable. He had never seen that side of his crew before. Their efforts were not without reward. The slaves were very grateful for the help and most of them had to take a moment to make it known.

One complained at getting so little food and another slave who was helping with the line stepped in front of him. “You have as much as everyone else has gotten, and there are many waiting. Be happy, and don't get in everyone else's way!”

The statement seemed practised, as though it had been given several times and the volunteer looked to the Captain after the mildly irate slave walked off. Captain Valance nodded his thanks, to which the issyrian smiled in return and continued watching the front of the line.

It was hard to put everything he had learned about his life out of his mind, to ignore the fatigue that was made worse by starting recovery from radiation sickness. He focused on finding out more about the shipment.

He wasn't willing to simply hand over all the information to the Thadd authorities. There wasn't much chance of them taking action against a corporation like Regent Galactic. He didn't know what he'd do with the information either, he just needed it.

Frost met him just a few steps inside the Samson. “Captain, do you know how much this is costing us? That fruit shipment Regent let us keep was a bonus, a huge bonus if we sold it in the right port. And paying us out of your own pocket? What the hell for? If you had just waited a few hours you could have let Thadd Search and Rescue take care of it and maybe we'd be out a job, but you could have paid the crew half of what that fifteen mil job would have paid and we'd have all stayed on.”

“There are people in that compartment who would have died if we didn't start helping. I met them, I treated them myself. I saw hundreds, a couple thousand bodies, just laying on the deck or in bunks. They started dying off when people started hoarding food a couple weeks ago.”

“That happens out here, you know that. Whole crews with a burnout, no way to get anywhere fast enough starving on their own ships. Anyone can walk down the wrong alley and get taken by slavers, end up on a ship like this, just cause you're seeing it for the first time doesn't make this special. Doesn't mean we have to jump in and be heroes.”

“I've done a lot of things that would make me a criminal in any port, taken a few lives I wish I hadn't, but I couldn't walk away from what I saw in there. Have you seen it for yourself? Have you gone and helped back there?”

“No, I've been minding your ship Captain. That's my job. I do it, I get a share, that's how it works.”

“Well you don't have to be on the bridge now, so get your ass down that catwalk and do something useful.”

“No, and you won't cut me out neither.”

“I'll not only cut you out, I'll put you to our aft and hit the thrusters.”

“You're goin' soft.”

“Your choice, go help or get off.” Captain Valance said as he turned towards the brig.

Frost stood there looking down the hall for a moment then turned and started walking towards the cargo train.

Captain Valance punched his security code into the panel beside the thick brig door. Beyond it was a small compartment with two barred cells. Burke sat up on the edge of his bunk and smiled. “The hero of the day pays me a visit. Frost tells me you're handing out fruit and emergency rations.”

“I am, but that's nothing you have to worry about. I need two files decrypted, and you're the only man on board with the know how.”

“Your problem. If we're not dropping these cargo containers off with Regent Galactic, I know we're not getting paid. I don't work for free Captain.”

“You won't be working for free, I'll pay you the same share right out of my pocket. Just do it, run whatever custom software you've got and crack these files.” Captain Valance said as he took a data chip out of his arm command unit and offered it to Burke through the bars.

“Out of your own pocket,” he said, looking back with scepticism.

“The whole crew knows I'll be paying them. I can't go back on my word or they'll turn.”

“You'll let me out of the brig?”

“I will.”

“Lead the way.”

Captain Valance entered the lock code on the shielded security panel and the cell door popped open with a loud click. He let Burke lead the way to the bridge, walking just a couple steps beside him. His patience was completely frayed, and he couldn't wait to get Burke off his ship one way or another.

“Sir, Frost is here and we have a problem.” Stephanie said through his communicator.

“Go ahead.”

“His vacsuit wasn't sealed when he got here. I guess the smell hit him. He tossed his dinner across the deck and passed out.”

“Now who's going soft?” Valance whispered to himself.

“Sorry sir? I didn't catch that.”

“Nothing, just seal his vacsuit up, roll him out of the way and make sure he's all right. He'll be on his feet soon..”

“My pleasure sir,” Stephanie replied, he could hear her smiling through the comm.

They arrived at the bridge and Burke sat down at the communications station. Christie was helping with the efforts in the cargo train and Silver was covering communications from the navigation station.

Captain Valance sat down beside him, took his vacsuit head piece off and stared at him. It was a calm, expectant, steady gaze.

“You're going to watch me work this?” Burke said peevishly.

“The only reason why this would make you nervous is if you're about to do something wrong or have already screwed me on something, so work the problem.”

He put the data chip on the console and started checking the encryption. After a minute he nodded to himself. “Should take about five minutes to crack. This file comes from a system I'm familiar with.”

Captain Valance nodded slowly.

Silver was rubbing his shaved head with his hand slowly, from front to back, looking worried in a way only he could. Ashley started to turn in her seat to face the communications station behind her but he stopped her, whispering some warning that no one else caught. Finn was working nearby checking hull stress and quietly minding his own business. The communications station to his left was the last place he wanted to look, in fact he went out of his way to avoid it.

“Okay, the software is working through it.”

“Good,” was all the Captain said, still staring at Burke, who was slowly turning red as he tried to focus on the comm station.

Finn watched the chronometer at his engineering station as the Captain stared at the communications officer. He couldn't help but glance over for a few seconds. The Captain didn't move a millimetre, when he blinked it was a leisurely act. He stared at the communications officer like he was his property to treat however he liked.

Burke at one time stretched, then tried to look at the Captain but turned back to his station. He even said; “Wow, you can cut the tension with a knife,” chuckling nervously.

Nothing broke the Captain's focus. Burke settled and just stared for another full minute before he spun towards Jake. “What? What do you want! I'm doing what you told me!”

“I don't trust you Burke. I can't leave you alone with my ships computer for a second, not one second,” Captain Valance said quietly.

“So you just stare at me like some robot? Some God damned simple machine?” Burke yelled in his face.

“How are you going to betray me Burke?”

“What?”

“When you leave this ship and walk into that big port what are you going to do? What will you take with you? What will you steal from me if I just let you go?”

Burke just sat there, looking back at the Captain on the verge of panic.

“Are you hiding something from me?”

“What the hell are you talking about? You've lost it!”

“That's it, you're hiding something. Tell me.”

“What would I hide? There's nothing!” He blubbered.

“Step away from the console Burke,” Captain Valance said with no inflection in his tone. “We're going to the brig, we'll finish this conversation there, where there's no one looking on.”

Burke stared at him, his face turning a new shade of red, eyes starting to tear up. “No,” he croaked.

“What is it Burke? There's something you're not telling me. Something I need that you have.”

His nose was running, chin quivering. “There's nothing-”

Jake Valance twitched his sidearm out of its holster and punched Burke out of his chair. He fell to the deck and scrambled back up to his knees. Before he could catch his balance the barrel of the Captain's gun was against his forehead and the sound of the safety turning off was the loudest thing in the room.

“What is it Burke? What are you hiding?” He was so quiet you could barely hear him. “Tell me.”

“I'm s-sorry, I'm s-so so s-sorry. We got a t-transmission, just o-over a year ago, it was a w-woman, v-voice m-m-matched your earliest s-security f-footage.” Burke blubbered.

“Go on.”

“S-she said she n-needed help, w-was t-trapped on V–Van P-Purius.”

“Why didn't I get the message?”

“Y-you w-were hunting s-someone down. Thought it could w-wait. By the time y-you got back s-someone b-b-backtracked it and deleted it in our s-system.”

“And you thought I'd kill you for it!” Valance shouted. Everyone on the bridge jumped. Most of the ship could hear it. He kicked Burke in the side and pressed him down onto the deck with his boot on his shoulder.

Captain Valance leaned down and pressed the barrel to Burke's temple. The communications console beeped and Jake smiled, seeing the decryption was complete. “I don't need you anymore Burke.”

The man let out a small cry, shaking on the floor. Quaking with fear, he wet himself.

“If I let you live today will I regret it?”

Burke's eyes went wide. “N-no!”

“You know I can hunt you down. You've seen me do it a hundred times.”

“M-more, m-more than a h-hundred!” He yelled. Quieting to a whisper he continued. “I know, you can trust m-me.”

Captain Valance put his sidearm back into its holster and took his foot off Burke's back. “You're confined to quarters. Go clean yourself up and pack your things.”

Burke scurried off the bridge, and Captain Valance sat down in his command chair slowly. He just stared out of the small transparesteel slit for several minutes. Everyone else was dead quiet, trying their best to seem like they had something to do at their station. The silence went on for a very long time.

Ashley eventually looked over her shoulder at him expecting to see the furious man of moments ago. He looked bone tired, just staring off towards the front of the bridge.

“How did you know sir?” Asked Silver, who didn't turn around.

“In the first few seconds of staring at him, I knew. I didn't know what it was, but he was hiding something.”

He brought the decrypted information up on a small holoprojector in his command chair and looked it over. It was the manifest. After examining it for a few minutes he ran his hand down his face and sighed. “In the five years I've been taking bounties, hunting down what people lost or had stolen no one has asked me why I do it,” he said to no one in particular.

“I thought it was just what you did,” Ashley said. “you're so good at it.”

“I don't remember anything before then. I woke up on this ship. It was registered to my name, this command unit and most of the other things you see with me were in a pack. The security footage of me being pulled out of a stasis tube just like the ones in the cargo train told me I had a daughter named Alice. She has a friend named Bernice. For a while I thought she might be her mother. They had to leave me because they were on the run from something.”

Everyone on the bridge had turned towards him. Stephanie, who had been standing in the doorway and listening, came in and sat down at the weapons station. She looked as tired as the Captain felt.

He went on. “I do this because I needed to gather credits, improve the ship so when I found out where she was, or picked up a trail somehow I could pay my crew to stay aboard and help me find her. I thought if I built a reputation big enough she wouldn't have trouble tracking me down. In the meantime I kept moving, looking while I picked up one job after another. My freighter Captains look for her as they move along the trade lines.”

“Did what you learn help?” Asked Ashley.

Captain Valance nodded slowly. “For the first time in years I have a place to start. There's something else. Today I met a nafalli who gave me a lead to my old life. There's only one problem; they're in opposite directions.” He shook his head and continued to look through the manifest, finally finding the nafalli who he had been helping. They didn't keep many details; approximate age, size, weight, but at the bottom he found what they had been earmarked for.

He said it aloud; “General purpose test subject for research and development.”

“Sorry sir?” Stephanie asked.

He scrolled down through several different profiles, some in stasis tubes, some in the non-human section of the cargo train. “They're all slated to be test subjects. Some for specific initiatives and others for general purpose. That's what Regent Galactic would be doing with them if we made this delivery.”

“Thank God we found them,” Ashley said.

Jake switched to the navigation file and started checking the logs. “Sorry Ash, you're forgetting. We were the bad guys. It's our job to deliver these people back to the labs. So none of you have to ask, I'm not going to make that delivery. I'd rather pay all your shares than see that happen. I'm sick of being the ultimate bearer of bad news.”

“So am I, I'll pass on my share,” Stephanie said quietly.

Captain Valance looked at her. She looked back at him with a weary, relieved smile. “I'm going back to the cargo train, I have to make sure things stay together until we get help from Search and Rescue,” he said quietly as he started to stand.

“Captain, you look like you're about to fall down,” Stephanie said quietly.

“That's what stims are for. Besides, I can't lay down while everyone else is working their asses off for a cause I chose.”

“I'm right behind you sir.”

Return To Thadd

When the Samson emerged from hyperspace they were greeted by half the system defence fleet. At the head of the various carriers, destroyers and smaller vessels were five Search and Rescue cruisers fitted for everything from vessel rescue to planetary evacuation. Two of them had reported from neighbouring systems.

The hand off was professional and quick. One craft docked with the Samson briefly to drop off several specialists, including a pilot, engineers and combat medics. The engineers got to work at inspecting the connection between the Samson and the cargo train to ensure it was ready to detach and reattach directly to one of the rescue vessels. The medics headed straight to the back while the pilot headed for the bridge.

The commanding officer walked straight into the rear cargo container and announced that everyone should relax and sit down while they attached the cargo train to a rescue ship. She ordered the Samson's crew members out of the container and when they were back in the Samson's hold, Ashley and Silver were guided through detaching from the cargo train properly and carefully. They didn't need the help, but after so many hours on the bridge it was good to have someone making sure everything went by the numbers.

Within ten minutes the Samson was clear and the primary rescue vessel, nearly two kilometres long on its own, had docked with the cargo train. Dozens of medics, engineers and rescue technicians were at work, carefully evacuating the occupants as soon as it was safe.

As the shuttle that dropped off the first group of rescue officers was loading up and getting ready to detach from the Samson, the commanding officer stepped onto the bridge and saluted Captain Valance. “Major Patricia Del'Marr of Thadd Search and Rescue.”

“Captain Jake Valance of the Samson. How is it going over there?”

“No further losses, though we're tracking five dead for every person we were able to rescue. You were just in time.”

“I'm glad we got to it at all. I'll have a report for your branch of the military in a few hours. I'm still gathering data.”

“Thank you Captain but I'd like to invite you and your crew to rest for at least ten hours before debriefing. You've all done the impossible with the number of people you had. Our medics were impressed with the quality of care you managed to provide.”

“Thank you Major, who do I report to when we're rested up?”

“You'll be contacted. Until then, please have your navigation team release the helm. We'll have you dock with the TRF Peter.”

“Consider it done.”

“Goodbye Captain, and good work,” the Major congratulated with a smile before leaving the bridge.

After the shuttle detached the Samson was guided to the TRF Peter and docked there. Captain Valance leaned back in his chair, sighing in relief.

“A good day Captain.” Ramirez said from behind. He and Price were both standing there, filthy, tired but pleased with themselves.

He turned his chair to face them. “I couldn't be more proud of everyone who lent a hand. We saved thousands of lives today. Speaking of which, did Oomal and Loori get in touch with their children?”

“Their eldest daughter, she's on a trade expedition about four days away. She's on her way to pick up her parents. They wanted me to thank you for them.” Ramirez said with a grin. “Several others are going to hitch a ride back home with her.”

“That's something. It's time we got some rack time. If we're light on crew in a few hours don't panic. I knew we'd lose some people when I decided to take us in the right direction.”

“I know we're losing Frost, he woke up and wasn't too impressed. He and Burke were already on their way off the ship to catch a transport when I was on my way to the bridge. Burke wouldn't even look at me when I asked what was going on.”

“Well, that's trouble out our airlock. I had words with Burke, he didn't like what I had to say.”

“Sir, I'd just like you to know that I'll be staying on board. I've never seen a mercenary ship that would give up a large payday in favour of helping others,” Price said. He was still in his native form and the fibres extending down from his cheek bones to the bottom of his small jaw waggled as he spoke. The fine, soft appearance of them combined with his dark green eyes were eerily appealing.

“Thank you Agameg, I'm looking to make a habit of it. I'll be more careful in picking and choosing our jobs. I'm done with doing everything and anything we're assigned. I've already transferred the pay everyone would have gotten it if we had completed this job, but from here on out this is a salary ship. There may be bonuses but everyone will be getting a regular payday.”

“I can live with that,” Ramirez said.

“Sounds good to me, as long as I'm your rudder girl,” Ashley announced as she stood up and leaned against the seat she had been in for over ten hours.

“I don't think there's anyone on this bridge who would walk, it's some of the maintenance and boarding crew that'll leave,” Cynthia said.

“I'm staying. Just need a few winks,” Finn yawned.

“Good idea,” Captain Valance agreed. “Everyone get eight hours rest, then we'll head down to the planet. I'll probably be in debriefing but that doesn't mean everyone else won't get some leave time.”

“A night's sleep then at least a few hours on the beach. Sounds like heaven,” Ashley said as she lead the pack off the bridge.

No Good Deed…

Wake alarms started going off seven hours after everyone had gone to their bunks for some well deserved rest. Ashley's wrist computer buzzed and she slapped it off the very next second. She was already awake, sitting in a crimson kimono, watching Lawrence Silver pack.

“I'm sorry, the high times on this ship are over. I didn't sign on to be a wage slave. I came aboard because Captain Valance had a reputation for getting work and snagging big paydays.”

“He's just going to be more selective. We'll get bonuses.”

“That's another thing. You take his side all the time. Why don't you cut the strings and come with me? We're good together, I'm sure there's a ship that would love a navigation team that already knows how to work together.”

“I'd never get hired, I have no certifications, remember?”

“That's because you never got enough time away to take the tests. That was all right before, you were making a sweet cut here. Now he'll be taking this ship God knows where and you'll make maybe a quarter the money for it, probably less. Come with me, we'll take the time, get your 'certs then we'll get onto a real ship.”

“If it's about money, I have savings. I can help you.”

“And when that's used up I'll still be working on a wage ship, I'll still have to find a way to make cash faster. No, this is a good port. We can find a good ship here. It's time to cut yourself off, move on. We'll contact Captain Barris if we have to.”

“You want me to start all over again on her ship? She takes more risks than Captain Valance. I'm tired of seeing people go off ship and not knowing if they'll all come back, you know how many people I've gotten to know just in time for them to get slagged or move on? No, things are just calming down here, there's a good crew aboard. I want to feel safe for once and I'll trade big paydays for that. I want you here too.”

“Well, I can't. He's the best at what he does. I'd follow him into hell for the right amount of cash but if he's slowing down I have to move on. I have debts to pay and I can't go with him while he goes after his daughter on a cold lead.”

“If you had a daughter out there who was in trouble, wouldn't you do everything you could to track her down? He's done a lot for us, we've made a lot of money, I've never heard of so much on a mercenary ship. Isn't it time to give back a little? Do it for me. At least for a little while, see how things go.”

“He's being selfish, going soft. Frost and Burke are already gone. I don't blame them. I don't want to be around the next time he snaps and thinks someone has some little piece of information about his daughter or his past either.”

“Burke had been insubordinate before then. Acting like a right prick for the last few months, refused to work even though he was getting paid. He wouldn't do that to you, you're good on the bridge and don't pass on work.”

“No, he wouldn't do that to you. Ever think you're just a stand in for his missing little girl? You follow him around, worry about him when he's out of sight, and he's got all the patience in the universe when it comes to you.”

Ashley didn't know what to say, she had never seen Silver be so hurtful, especially towards her. She knew him as a gentle soul. Tears threatened to fall and she bit her bottom lip.

“Oh, don't give me that, you're smarter than you let on. You've gotta see it. Ever since he bought you from that cruise liner captain and let you buy your freedom for how much was it?” He waited a moment for her to answer.

“Please, don't.” Ashley asked in a quiet, desperate whisper as the first tear fell.

“It was one hundred credits. He let you buy yourself free for one hundred credits, put those vacsuits on you, started teaching you how to be a combat pilot the moment he realized you could work a simulator. You're just the little girl he always wanted!”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I'm tired of competing with him! He barely says a word to anyone for months, comes down on mark after mark like death incarnate, has a reputation that every other merc in the sector would kill for! Did you know he had a mark just fall on his knees and let himself get taken at the sight of him last month? Now he's some kind of hero because he bit the hand that feeds him, feeds us, and helped a bunch of aliens and stasis sleepers. How the hell am I supposed to compete? Who am I compared to your Captain? I'm sure once I'm gone you'll be sleeping in his quarters, working your way up the ranks just like the slave you are.”

She sat there, quietly crying as Silver turned his back to her and finished packing his bag.

Long moments passed and she finally whispered; “I love you Lawrence, just stay and see,” Ashley pleaded, standing up and leaning against Silver's back as he closed his bag.

He turned around slowly and gently pushed her away. “Thanks for warming my bunk.”

She stared at him in disbelief. Tears blurred her vision, her face felt hot, and her stomach flipped. “It's more than that, you know it's more than that.”

He didn't look at her, he just walked out of the small pilot's cabin and closed the hatchway behind him.

Captain Valance finished his report while sitting in the command chair of the bridge. He hadn't slept long despite the exhaustion. Five hours had seemed to be enough. He couldn't get his mind off of the rows and rows of stasis pods, all exactly like the one he had emerged from.

The last details of his report were disturbing. After reviewing the decrypted files he put the pieces together on where that transport was going when the Vesuvius had destroyed the original hauler and stole the cargo train. It was flying a circular route around three solar systems, waiting for the Regent Galactic testing facility to contact them and request more test subjects. The only conclusion that he could make was that the testing facility was in one of those systems and there may have been more than one ship doing the same thing. Just out there moving around like mobile warehouses. As he transmitted his report to Thadd System Command Stephanie entered.

“Good morning Captain. If it is morning, I'm not sure.”

“I think the sun's supposed to come up on St. Kitts in an hour.” Captain Valance replied.

“Frost, Burke, Silver, the Lachance boys and Rosie are all gone sir.”

“I know, everyone but Burke checked in with me before they left.”

“I heard about Burke, the whole ship found time to talk about it.” Stephanie sat down in Frost's seat, facing Jake.

“I went too far, wanted to do something like that for a while though.”

“Can I speak freely sir?”

“This isn't a military ship, no need to ask.”

“With all due respect, you run it like one. I like that about you. Most of the crew who were helping those slaves out there wanted to do the same or worse to Burke. They knew he didn't care about anything but his own bank account, that you needed him for something having to do with the cargo train. They didn't see him in there helping either. They saw you though.”

“It was the right thing.”

“That's just it, you've done right by us, saved a few of us from different problems too, but since I've known you it hasn't been a question of right or wrong. You did what got us paid, what kept us from getting slagged.”

“I know, we put a lot of bad people away, chased down a lot of stolen ships and other things worth less and more. We did just as much harm for pay though.”

“I remember what you told me on one of our first bounties. I'll never forget it. We were chasing down a guy who had refused to appear as a witness.”

“Charles Stanton.”

“That was his name. I didn't think he had done anything wrong, that we should chase him down at all and I said something about it. You turned to me and said; 'if we don't do it someone else will.' That was it, the only explanation you gave me in over four years.”

“No one really asks for an explanation expecting a good one. Especially when there's a paycheck on the other side of morality.”

“That's just it, you cost yourself a fifteen mil job and a hell of a lot more when you could have just left the cargo train hitched and not said a word.”

“When I saw those stasis pods I had to wonder if I was ever where they were, then we got into the aft section, and you know what happened next.”

“I just need to know; is that Jake here to stay? Or are you just going to go try and find your daughter for a week, maybe two, then get back on with another corporation? Are you finished chasing down package deals where you get one bad guy for every pair of innocent runners?”

Captain Valance crossed the bridge and started to sit down in the pilot's station. “We're not out here to judge, remember?” It was a reflex answer, he'd said it a hundred times and caught himself. “I need to find my daughter, try to retrace my steps. I can pay a crew of twenty for a very long time with what I have saved up. The freighters bring in credits every month too, I still take twenty percent.”

“So that's the plan, go searching for your past and your family.”

“Oh, we're not out of profiteering just yet. The only way to find my daughter, make contact with my past and keep ourselves out of Regent Galactic hands is to get close with their enemy. We need friends to help me look, give us backup when we need it an a little press so I can get my face on the Newsnet, maybe even across the Stellarnet. So I'll see if we can get us a letter of mark and some privateering or security work.”

“Us doing security. Some people might see that like hiring the devil to watch their daughter.”

Captain Valance laughed as he began bringing the mass core on line. “Never thought of it that way.”

“That's twice in two days I've seen you crack up,” Stephanie said, sitting in the co-pilot’s position. “More than I remember seeing in the last six months, hell, the last year.”

“I've been getting tired of working for these corporations for a long time. Every job I've gotten I just wanted to get done as fast as I could so we could get a fat pay day and move on to another one. There wasn't much room for humour.”

“Well, I hear the first officer's job is open. Where do I apply?”

“What about taking a Lorander transport out to some distant star and starting a family?”

“Honestly? I never thought I'd save up enough for a ticket. Now that it's sitting right there in my account I'm gun shy. If you're going a different way, a better way, I think I deserve to see it after sticking around longer than anyone else.”

“This is the Samson, ready to launch. Please detach moorings and give me a trajectory down to St. Kitts.” Jake said to TRF Peter control. He looked to Stephanie. For the first time since she'd known him he looked happy, surprised. “You're right. Not everything's going to change though. I'd still rather be trouble than be in trouble.”

Stephanie laughed. “I promise, if you hire me on as your first officer I won't let you get too soft.”

“You're hired,” Jake said.

“ Samson, you're clear to detach. Trajectory should be coming up on your display momentarily. Tune to Navnet three.” Replied TRF Peter control. “Good journey Captain Valance.”

Jake nodded to himself as the holographic display for the pilot's station showed their route through the busy port traffic to the landing platform on the planet below. “Well, looks like Ashley's sleeping in, so this is us, flying down to the planet.”

Stephanie looked panicked. “Oh, um, okay, what do I do?”

“Nothing, I designed this station so one person could fly the Samson. It's just better to have a co-pilot to help navigate.”

“Thank God. I have no idea how to fly anything bigger than a drop shuttle.”

Captain Valance flipped a pair of switches and the Samson drifted free of the TRF Peter's moorings. Once he had one hundred yards distance he flipped the ship upside down so it was facing away from the massive Search and Rescue vessel then started accelerating.

As the Samson gained distance from the larger ship Jake increased thrust and followed the predetermined trajectory. “Okay, bring a secondary Navnet display up for me. Hit that switch and the one that says NAV above it.”

Stephanie did exactly as she was told and another holographic display popped up. It was a ten thousand kilometre passive scan of the area highlighting moving objects. There were well over a hundred ships. “Am I looking for something?”

“Yup, if any of those ships turn red, that means they're on a collision course with us. If they're yellow, that means they are on a trajectory that passes within a hundred kilometres.”

“Are there supposed to be this many yellow ships? There have got to be at least thirty.”

“Here? It's a busy port and the holding patterns are in a close orbit, so it's normal for Thadd. Normally ports like to spread things out more.”

“That one flashed red.”

“As long as it didn't stay red, we're good.”

“It's yellow.”

“Okay, just tell me if we get a red one.” He said as he guided the ship down and flipped a switch.

“What was that?”

“Oh, just a switch that tells our inertial dampeners to compensate for movement and gravity differently. On this ship they're so sensitive that they could burn out after a couple hours if we don't tell them we're near a big source of gravity.”

“That's not normal?”

“No, but then again, have you ever felt this ship shake?”

“Never more than a slight vibration.”

“That's because I had to rebuild most of the system when I first started aboard the Samson and I decided to do it right.” Jake flipped several switches in front of Stephanie. “Just retracting the engine pods,” he said casually as they started into the atmosphere and the light shield blacked out the small transparent slit in the front of the cockpit.

A few seconds later they had completed atmospheric entry and Jake momentarily locked his controls as he leaned over and pressed several points on the control panel in front of his nervous copilot. She was watching everything and touching nothing.

“You know, I could just get out of your way,” she said, leaning back.

“Nope, just pay attention. My First Officer has to know how to fly the ship,” He said as he released his controls again and started the Samson into a gentle glide towards St. Kitt's main tower and the platform marked for them.

“You're going to teach me to fly? Seriously?”

“Well, I was hoping Ash could help, if she stays.”

“I'm pretty sure she's staying. Her and Silver had a huge fight this morning before he left. I couldn't help but overhear. Their cabin's right beside mine.”

“I was hoping that wasn't serious. She knew Silver slept with half the women on the ship.”

“Well, she stood up for you. That was the other thing they fought about.”

“Did you check on her?”

“She's pretty broken up.”

“We'll give her time. I'm sure the beach will help though. I plan on taking a few days leave here. We haven't taken more than a day at a time off the ship in months.”

“I don't know about her but I could use a swim.”

Captain Valance hit the deceleration thrusters and started switching to vertical flight mode as he deployed the landing gear. The tower and landing platform got larger and larger until he gently set the ship down.

“I think you were a pilot in a former life. I've never seen a softer landing, and quick too.”

“Either that or a simulation addict,” he checked his arm unit and pushed the pilot's seat out of the console. “I have about five minutes to meet the Local Chairperson for St. Kitts and whoever wants to talk to me from the military.”

“I'm not going with you?”

“Stay with the ship, I'm sure I'll be all right. Besides, I'm wearing my new armour. If anything I don't like starts going down, I'll just disappear.”

“As your first officer shouldn't I say something about that thing giving you radiation sickness?”

“There, you said something. Besides, it only leaks radiation when all the stealth systems are active.”

“That makes me feel so much better.”

“Funny, Frost stopped worrying about me five minutes after I promoted him back in the day.”

“I'm not Frost.”

“You've only been first officer for four minutes. See you in a few hours. Tell me if anything catches fire or explodes but only if you can't put it out or fix it yourself,” Captain Valance said as he made his way off the bridge.

Half way to the gangway he nearly ran into Ashley as she came out of a side passage. He caught her by the shoulders. Her eyes and cheeks were red and puffy, combined with a downcast expression that she tried to lighten at seeing him, he couldn't help but feel for her.

He took her into a great big hug and she took a deep breath, sighed and relaxed in his arms. “It'll be all right,” He reassured quietly. There were only two other times when he had held her. She nearly crushed him when he sold her freedom to her for one hundred credits and the other time was when he told her she was the lead pilot.

“I know,” she replied shakily.

“I have to go meet some people. You know, kiss some hands and shake some babies.” He whispered.

She chuckled and let him go. “I think it's shake some hands and kiss some babies.”

“I guess it is,” Jake said, smiling and nodding at her as she wiped her nose and eyes.

“Who you're going to see?”

“The Chairperson and a few other people, I'll be back in a couple hours.”

“Okay, just don't forget; shaking and kissing, not kissing and shaking.” she reminded, shaking her finger at him.

He made his way to the gangway and down it as Ashley watched him leave. She shook her head and continued to the bridge. Stephanie was standing behind the pilot's chair, her hands on the head rest as she leaned forward, looking at the controls closely. “So I was just kidding around with the Captain,” Ashley said as she walked in and plopped herself into the command chair. Stephanie was startled at the sound of her voice and spun around.

“Don't do that!”

“Some boarding person you are, snook right up on ya.”

“I'm First Officer now. All permanent like,” she said with a smile.

Ashley jumped out of the chair and hugged the taller woman. “You're not leaving!” She squealed.

“Nope. I have to see if this new attitude the Captain has lasts.”

“I know, it's like night and day, so different.”

“He's different all right. Like he had a psychotic break different.” Stephanie said.

“Only it's like he broke and got better. I wonder what it'll be like, him talking to the press.”

“There's press out there? He works fast.”

“He didn't tell you? He has to talk to press people and the Chairperson.”

“I knew about the Chairperson.”

Ashley let go of Steph and turned on the forward sensors. She brought up the Captain walking towards the airlock leading into the tower and focused in.

“We're spying on Captain now?”

“I always spy on Captain,” Ashley said with a smile. “Saved his butt once too. Caught someone sneaking up on him.”

“I remember that, we woke some vagrant up. He was sleeping in a crate near our landing zone.”

“Oh, I didn't know it was just a bum.”

“Yup, he was a well armed vagrant with a nice long pipe. Hey, it looks like there's a pretty big crowd on the other side of the doors.”

“Scanners are picking up about twenty people. I'll try to extrapolate a holo image,” Ashley said as she worked the control panel.

“Draw the focus out a bit.”

A moment later she got it and could see a semi circle of reporters surrounding Captain Valance. She turned the image so they could see his face. “Wow, just like that he looks like he's made of stone again,” Ashley said.

“I think that's just how he looks when he's surprised. I wish we could hear what he's saying.”

“I'll see if we can pick it up on the local Newsnet.” Ashley said as she checked the basic communications panel that was built into the pilot's station. After a few moments the sound came up.

“-of the cargo train?”

“From what I could determine, the purpose of the cargo train was to transport slaves to scientific testing facilities owned by Regent Galactic before it was hijacked.” Answered Captain Valent.

“Are you a member of the Thadd defence force or a hidden military sub sect?”

“The Samson, her crew and I are not in any way affiliated with the Thadd system. They were only kind enough to provide emergency assistance since our cargo hauler is not equipped to do so.”

Several questions came at him at once then, it was hard to pick out which one he decided to answer after listening for a few seconds.

“I'm not willing to discuss my past or any criminal charges that may have been dismissed or pardoned in other sectors,” he answered.

“Have you worked in the slave trade before?”

“No. My ships haul cargo and I work as a registered bounty hunter and repossession agent.” He looked up as he answered, and the rest of the press nearby stopped and looked as well.

“The communications terminal just went crazy. The emergency bands just lit up, all of them,” Stephanie said. “Cynthia, come to the bridge please.”

“I'm on my way,” she responded through her communicator.

Stephanie turned on the emergency channel. “-again, Regent Galactic fleet on approach. They have destroyed our outer system defences. The Search and Rescue vessels are escaping but there are still bombardment volleys headed towards the planet.”

Ashley took her seat at the pilot's station and made preparations for takeoff.

The sounds of distant explosive impacts came across the news network they were monitoring. The reporters were all trying to narrate the occurrences at the same time and Ashley turned the sound off.

Stephanie could see that Captain Valance was already running back to the ship, less than a hundred meters away. “Finn, I think we'll need you on the bridge.” She turned to Ashley. “I'll get to the guns.”

“Good idea, hope we don't need them.” Ashley replied over her shoulder.

“I'm on board, go!” Crackled the communication from the Captain.

Cynthia rushed into the bridge and sat down at the communications terminal. “The whole solar system is on alert. Regent Galactic has an entire attack fleet on the way. Five carriers and at least twenty five destroyers along with a couple battle cruisers and smaller ships.”

“Did the rescue ships get out?” Captain Valance asked as he ran into the bridge, sitting down at the co-pilot’s station.

“They did sir, they're clear.”

“Can you call up a conditions or demands list?”

It took a moment for Cynthia to look it up. “We're at the top along with the cargo train. They're also after the government officials that approved the emergency aid.”

Captain Valance finished plotting a course out of the planet's atmosphere and put it on screen for Ashley, who started manoeuvring the ship away from the docking towers.

“Careful, ship coming up at eleven o'clock,” Jake pointed out.

“I see it,” she replied.

Finn arrived on the bridge. “Sorry, I had to help Stephanie load the main guns. The power cell was disconnected.” He took a moment to check the ship status board. “Everything looks fine from here except engine five is a little off balance. We can compensate for the next twenty light years before we have to shut it down and service it.”

The Samson was just breaking atmosphere and Captain Valance was trying to plot a course into hyperspace and determine how close the enemy ships were at the same time. “This can't be right. Someone check this on the tactical screen.”

Finn stepped over to the tactical station. “What am I looking for?”

“I'm seeing a group of thirty ships divided into five wedge formations, should be marked grey.”

“I see them.”

“Range?”

“There are two numbers, one says three point seventeen, the other says fifty nine thousand and counting down.” Finn said as he moved back to the engineering station. “Why do the guns not have power?”

“The guns have no power!” Stephanie yelled from the ladder just around the corner.

“I know! I'm looking into it!” Answered Finn.

“So we have just over three minutes before the second battle group you're seeing catches us from the other direction?” Ashley asked.

“Just under,” answered Captain Valance as he continued to plot their hyperspace course.

“Sir, there's an incoming communication from Regent Galactic,” Cynthia reported.

“Give me a summary.”

“They promise to go lightly if we power down and allow ourselves to be taken into custody.”

“Well, the computer's checking my navigation figures right now so hopefully we'll be gone before they're within range to do anything about us leaving.”

“We just took damage! Some kind of fragmentation missile, aft, lower quarter,” Finn reported.

“Finn, hit the shields, big red square on the main tactical panel. Then hit the three green buttons above it. The control board will give you warning messages on each of them, just ignore it.”

“Got it, um.” Finn said nervously as he looked closer at the tactical display. “Incoming!” He called out as he dropped himself into the chair.

The whole ship shook hard, knocking everyone around.

“What was it?” Jake asked.

Finn pulled himself out of the tactical chair and returned to his station. “I don't know, but we're venting in five sections. One emitter is down. I'm sealing it off.”

“How are our hyperspace systems?”

“Still good, we can compensate with other emitters, but we can't lose another.”

“Good.”

Captain Valance didn't give any warning, he just started the emitters. Once the hull's surface was covered with exotic particles Ashley brought the engine thrust to maximum and the Samson began accelerating into hyperspace.

Everyone sighed and fell back into their chairs except for Finn, who always monitored his station on his feet.

Stephanie came down the ladder just outside the bridge and walked in, sitting at the tactical station. “It didn't take them long to find us.”

“Frost and Burke had better hope I never see them again,” Captain Valance said quietly. Some of the characteristics they had come to know so well over the years had crept back.

“Do you think they'd really turn so fast?” Cynthia asked.

“Burke would,” Ashley answered quietly.

“I know Frost would do it for the payday,” Captain Valance answered. “Frost and people like him follow the gravy train and I'll bet he's browsing the Stellarnet looking to buy a ship of his own. He's been talking about starting his own operation.”

“I'd love to see you two competing for the same bounty,” Stephanie commented.

“He doesn't have the stones or the brains to run a ship for long. Burke will be running the show after a month and that's if they don't drink or gamble everything away,” Ashley added. “Or disappear into some brothel for a week.”

“Well, they're dust. Hopefully we can make good distance in the next few days.”

“Where are we headed Captain?” Asked Stephanie, she was paying close attention to his mood, which seemed dark and pensive.

“Our first stop is the Enreega system. We need repairs and an ally.”

Terry Ozark McPatrick

The bridge of the Roi De Ciel was an oval with two crew per station. Navigation, Tactical, Communications, Engineering, and Field Control all worked around the central Command station. Captain Terry Ozark McPatrick and his first Officer, Commander Mary Inez sat reviewing gravitational and thermal data from the surrounding area.

The lights were dimmed, all a shade of red to indicate the ship was cloaked. They ran their regular patrol along the main supply lane coming out of the Skyros system. With few ships still covering the area, there couldn't be enough eyes on the passive scanner readouts, watching for enemy ships near the numerous troop and spatial force withdrawal operations taking place since the Vindyne surrendered.

“We've arrived at the safe point Captain,” reported navigation.

“Thank you, drop the cloaking field, raise shields. We're communications free, collect new data from Fleet.”

The Roi De Ciel appeared behind a rocky grey rogue planet. It's one hundred ninety meter long silvered hull's surface was interrupted only by the finned energy collectors along its sides and the twenty four turrets that ran along the top and bottom. As with all new Freeground fleet designs, the bridge was in the central interior and the observation deck was where you'd normally find a command center with huge transparesteel windows across the upper front. To look at the area the ship inhabited, you wouldn't notice it. The surface of the ship was treated with many layers of material that caused light to curve around it without using power. The cloaking field was an added piece of technology that collected and all the ship's emissions, reduced its gravity profile to as near nothing as possible and disguised any energy, making it perfectly invisible to any scan outside of a fifty meter range.

“Time to check in with Fleet Command. You have the bridge Commander,” Captain McPatrick said as he walked out into the hallway.

His office and quarters were right above the bridge, a quick ladder climb away. They weren't conserving energy so he was able to take the gravity lift instead. He stepped onto the pad and it shifted the gravity so he was gently moved to the next deck. The hatchway opened and in three steps he was walking through his office door.

Pictures of his three sisters, his four nephews, three nieces and his parents were carefully arranged on one wall. On the other was his other family. A large portrait of the command crew of the First Light hung there. Laura and Jason, who were the field technician and communications officers aboard. Minh-Chu's portrait was next, he was the Flight Commander. Followed by himself in the First Officer's position, and last was Doctor Anderson, the Chief Medical Officer. In front of the group was Commander Ayan Rice, the Engineering Chief, and Captain Jonas Valent. Underneath the image of the First Light was laser painted.

The First Light was an antique refitted destroyer and during their mission together they had managed to add and refine so much technology aboard that she was worth more than twice her tonnage in combat power. It was the first ship in the Freeground fleet with economically sound energy shielding, a particle accelerator with a high yield and systems widely enhanced by antimatter. Many of the designs that went into improving that ship were used in the construction of the Roi De Ceil. There were times when he would be standing on a deck and notice a corner, or a feature that looked like it was taken straight from the First Light. Most importantly, the First Light represented a time of great adventure, progress and camaraderie for Captain McPatrick.

The short time he served on that ship changed his life. He made friendships that would last forever and lost friends he would miss for the rest of his days. He looked at Minh-Chu Buu, grinning at him from the group portrait and sighed. “You would be in your glory out here. Your sister, Hein just had her third girl, she was hoping for a boy this time. They tell stories to your nieces and nephews, they think you were this crazy pilot hero. Too bad they leave the part about your cooking out. Maybe one of them would want to be a chef when they grow up instead of a fighter pilot.”

He couldn't help but look up at Jonas and Ayan for a moment. “She still looks for you, we all do Captain,” he shook his head and turned to face the doorway to his personal quarters. “Computer, open secure communications to Freeground Fleet Command. Subject: routine report.”

“One moment please.” Replied the flat voice. He didn't want any kind of personality included in his ship's artificial intelligence. His previous experiences had soured him on the idea.

After another minute the image of Rear Admiral Trenton, a brown haired fellow about his own age, was projected in front of him. With the holographic technology in his office, it looked like the Admiral was standing right there. He saluted.

“At ease Captain. How goes the patrol?”

“Eventful. Two Warlords have publicly announced their claim on the Skyros system. Some of the Vindyne crews have turned pirate and we've had eight kills this week.”

“Any damage?”

“None worth mentioning, sir. What troubles me is their unwillingness to surrender or run.”

“Everyone's trying to make their mark and scratch out some territory out there Captain. The fall of Vindyne has left too many military assets and unregulated systems in the open. We have word that a super carrier has taken control of the Shael Den system. There are nine resource heavy moons and two terraformed planets there. Instead of one big corporation in that area we'll have a hundred warlords all fighting for supremacy. Just be glad we've pulled out of the Triad held sectors.”

“I am, trust me. I just can't wait to see more keels laid for this class. Our morale is high, our success rate out here is phenomenal. I'm sure if we use the tools we're given properly we'll prove this design in no time.”

“You've already proven it as far as I'm concerned. I'd say your final report on the new Nightshade class of vessel may just be the last piece of the puzzle we need to get more of those ships built. Your sister ship has had similar success.”

“Final report sir?”

“You're being reassigned. Our forces are almost finished pulling out of that area. The last of them are taking a wormhole home and should be here in less than a day. You are to make best speed back to Freeground. You have a new assignment waiting for you.”

“May I ask about my next posting?”

“You'll be promoted when you arrive and taking command of the Sunspire. We've renamed her since she's no longer a shadow ship and we want her distinguished history to continue under her original name. Her final shakedown yielded better than expected results. She will be given a full crew for the first time in over a century and put into service as a mobile base for a special task force. After nearly seven years in space dock, you could imagine Fleet Command is relieved.”

“Sending us straight into the fight sir?”

“No. That was where the Sunspire was supposed to go, yes, but Fleet Command changed their minds as soon as something came to our attention. We've found Captain Jonas Valent. He's been running under the name Jake Valance several sectors away.”

Captain McPatrick didn't know what to think for a moment. His shock and relief were overwhelming. “Does Ayan know?”

“She knows and has assumed command of the Midland. She's on her way back here.”

“Captain Engel can't be too happy about that.”

“He's professional enough to realize that she's not acting entirely on a personal level. The Midland's new drive systems have been approved by Special Projects, so she's due back at space dock for final inspection anyway. Depending on her health, Major Rice will be transferring to the Sunspire along with her Special Projects staff.”

“Why put one of Fleet's most important ships on this mission?”

“To be frank, General Rice and her daughter, Major Rice, had a lot to do with it. Once Fleet Command saw his capture and recover records they got on board.”

“He's been doing some hunting?”

“Yes, over a hundred confirmed live bounties and thirty one armed vessel repossessions. We're sure that there are others off the record and we're trying to acquire specifics on a privateering stint he engaged in but his most recent act has put him in the galactic news. He rescued over thirty thousand slaves from a bulk transport using a lightly armed hauler called the Samson. The public record says he took on an armed Galleon frigate without firing a shot.

We've sent you the entire file, the Hart News Agency was able to provide us with recovered security footage of some of his previous captures as well as the interview he was giving when Regent Galactic started bombing the port of St. Kitts. We can't afford to send more than one ship on this. War is about to break out in the Blue Belt and we'll have to focus our attentions there.”

“I understand. I'm grateful for the assignment, but I have to ask; why am I being posted on this?”

“You're right to ask, normally I'd be against it considering your personal attachment. The senior staff requested you since you have an insight into Valent's thought process. I took the opportunity to put you up for a promotion while I was speaking with Command and I'm happy to report that congratulations are in order. You won't be alone, however. Fleet Intelligence will be providing an officer to oversee operations since the Sunspire will have a full crew and is reclassified as a high priority asset.”

“Thank you sir, I'm looking forward to the new assignment,” he replied, inwardly cringing at the idea of having an Intelligence officer follow his every step.

“Good, it's not every day I have the opportunity of posting one of my best men on the most advanced ship in the fleet. Good luck Major McPatrick. Rear Admiral Trenton out.”

The hologram disappeared and Terry sat down behind his desk. “Helm, set course to Freeground and get underway at maximum speed. Stealth is not an issue,” he ordered. The communications system in his quarters passed his instructions on.

“Aye sir,” replied the helmsman.

He just thought about his old Captain for a long moment. His humour, his forward thinking and how he constantly put the crew's welfare before his own. It was that attitude that prompted him to surrender himself to the enemy almost eight years ago so the First Light and her remaining crew could escape. A sacrifice Captain McPatrick wasn't sure he could make if he were in the same position.

He turned his desk console on and brought up the records on Jake Valance. Hours later he was still in that chair, watching his old friend chase down bounty after bounty in security footage. There was no denying that the person in those images was Jonas Valent, but he had become a man Oz did not know.

Alice

His hair. That's his most ridiculous feature. She thought to herself as she looked across the table to the mergillian while he inspected the violet diamonds she had brought him. As he watched the scanner's results come up she couldn't stop staring. He was short. A little over four feet, with a broad face and a thin, wide mouth. Most of his people took pride in their racial features. They ate a special diet so the circles and spots on the back of their heads, arms and backs showed up more. Robert Swanson, not his birth name, did the opposite.

He was obsessed with all things human. He had hair implanted across the top of his broad, smooth head. The amount of secretions his body created had been reduced and he even had his back and arms pigment shifted so his spots were hidden. His nostril holes flared slightly as he inspected the last diamond. “I can give you twelve thousand for the lot.”

“They're worth ten times that much.”

“Perhaps twice the price I'm offering. Besides, there isn't much call for this kind of thing here. I will have to sell them as a distributor to another trader. Twelve thousand.”

“Fifteen and I'll throw in my eternal gratitude.” She said, winking her cybernetic eye. She knew it unnerved him. The fine green shifting mechanics inside the eye worked to refocus whenever she blinked. Her real eye was a deep, natural green that matched in pigment only.

“Thirteen. My partners will not be happy.”

“Fine, but you're losing a customer at that price.”

Robert transferred credits to a small chip and slid it across the table. She slipped it into a hidden slot in her wrist computer. It was a dull grey metal band a centimetre thick and five centimetres wide. “It's a transitional port, Fran. Everyone stops here, no one stays. There are always more customers.”

Alice took her imitation black leather jacket from the back of her chair and put it on. She didn't say another word as she walked out of the small cafe.

The old port was busy. It was a station made from derelicts. She had seen quite a few of them in that edge of space. The frontier worlds worked on a budget. Many of them bought decommissioned space station segments and starships then hauled them out to the edge of space where terraforming was still being performed everywhere you looked and there were unclaimed resources waiting to be staked.

Starbase EUT4528 was a collection of components just welded together. She sealed up the neckline of her vacsuit, leaving only a small six inch exposed portion beneath her neck so she could feel the air. “I can't wait to leave that name behind. Fran. It just doesn't fit,” she said through her mental communicator's interlink. It was a small chip embedded in her outer skull that allowed her to send thoughts along communication lines as words.

“I'll never cease to be amused at how humans and those who prefer them are mesmerized by even the glimpse of cleavage,” the voice of her Artificial Intelligence mused aloud in her ear.

“I thought you'd understand a bit better after I crammed everything by Desmond Morris into your memory.”

“That was very informative and the logical reasons behind various aspects of the human condition were well explained but I'm afraid I just don't understand as well as you do.”

“Oh, I don't completely understand it either, Lewis, but that doesn't mean I won't take advantage of it.”

“Bernice would not approve.”

“She's the one who showed me the relation between low necklines and better bargaining results. Anyway, is there any sign of trouble on the security network?”

“You told me not to hack in, remember?”

“Well, hack in, you're supposed to be a predictive program.”

“One moment please,” Lewis replied with a sigh.

She stopped at one of the promenade balconies to look over the sad attempt at a garden in the center of the courtyard below. She sympathized with whoever was trying to keep the sickly looking palm trees and strawberry patches alive. She had tried to make smaller plants take root on her ship with little success.

“Excuse me, miss?” Asked a voice behind her.

Alice turned around with her hand on the Spectral Dynamics Violator Handgun, the same kind Jake Valance carried. “Yes?” She said, smiling at the woman. She was five foot six and compared to Alice's five foot eleven she was much shorter. The lady was well dressed and well kept, someone who was used to travelling in comfort. The thermal reading from her eyepiece told Alice the other woman was nervous.

“I was wondering, where did you find that vacsuit? Do you have an extra I could buy from you perhaps?” She looked Alice up and down. The vacsuit she was referring to was the same Freegrounders commonly used. Form fitted with many very thin practical layers that hid air recyclers, heat protection, climate controls, anti-impact protection and many other features. Alice wore a navy blue version of the suit she had made herself with her wrist unit.

“This is my only one, sorry. You can buy them from Vindyne Industries. They stole the technology and marketed them. If you want the genuine article you'll have to go to Freeground. They're actually just a materialized medium with intelligent armour and circuit base layers. You install the features you need as you materialize them.”

“Oh, I just like the way they look. Too bad Vindyne just went bankrupt. I'll have to look up Freeground in our ship's nav computer.”

“It's about three months from here by wormhole, but it's worth the trip if you have the time.”

The woman boggled and giggled nervously. “Maybe I'll be out that way someday, thank you,” the woman nodded nervously and walked on.

Alice couldn't believe what she just heard, and had to double check. “Sorry, did you say Vindyne went bankrupt?” She called after the woman.

“It's all over Hart News.”

“That would explain why I didn't hear, my subscription ran out.”

“You might want to renew. There's a whole expose available.”

“Thank you, I think I will.” Alice said as she started walking towards the express car tube. She pressed the call button and the car was there a moment later, crammed full of people. She squeezed in anyway. “Bay 291,” she said to the automated system.

“There are people taking a very close look at the Clever Dream, ” her artificial intelligence informed her.

“Admirers or hunters?”

“One of them tried poking at my entry control panel. I didn't let them slide the access door open to look at it.”

“Okay, start warming up, spend ten thousand on Xetima.”

“That'll still only fill our fuel reserve to fifty one percent.”

“I don't want to overspend here, the prices are way too high.”

“Do you want me to do anything about these two men? There is a remote cracking program running as well. I'm trying to ignore it, but it's quite persistent.”

“Do you think you could back hack it? Maybe find out who's trying and where it's coming from?”

“Too risky. I would have to form a firm connection with the assailant and he's very good.”

“Okay, close up your network, even the commline with me. Just lower the forward crew ramp when I make a run for it.”

The express car made several stops along the way and Alice tried not to get irritated as she was jostled and moved one way and another by people getting on and off at odd places. At long last, it finally arrived in her section. She had to press between two burly men to get out just in time.

She ran down to the hall to the common bay her small ship was docked in and slowed down as she came to the entrance. It was just as Lewis had described, two men looking very carefully at the ship for any extra hatches or openings. It was a Arcyn Starskipper, jet black with an extended engine section. Its mirror shine black hull showed no hint of windows. The sleek, forty two meter long body had a fast, predatory look, built mostly horizontally, favouring the deck space required to support its four rear engines. The front of the ship came out just a few meters from the center, protecting a sealed missile compartment.

She had seen the ship before her second life began. After completing a job for a wealthy Duke years later she requested the Clever Dream as her payment. To her surprise, he obliged.

The pair of inspecting, prodding men were joined by a third, who was holding a multiscanner. “I've got to see what they're after before I walk in,” she said to herself as she ran into the massive landing bay and hid behind a stack of crates. With the mechanics working on various ships she didn't have to worry about being quiet. The bay was large enough to house over twenty ships the same size or slightly larger than hers and it was busy.

She ran behind a massive tool chest and patted it on the back. It made a mechanical 'gronk' sound and the safety camera on its back swivelled to look at her. “Hey, can you just walk over to that ramp for me big guy?”

“Yes,” The robotic tool chest answered with a voice box that sounded so cracked up it was difficult to understand. It lifted slightly and trundled along on a pair of treads for ten meters. She used it for cover, following behind hit as it slowly moved along.

When she got to the staircase, she patted it on the back again. “Thanks, now you should get back there so you're ready to hand your master tools.”

It started back and she ran up the stairs, keeping her head behind the metal plates under the banister. At the three story mark she peeked back up. She could see two of the three men; the one with the scanner and another who was standing watch. “Now there we go,” her mechanical eye zoomed in on the scanner readout several hundred meters away and refocused. He was trying to find a seam in the hull near a data cable so he could cut in and try to bypass the ship security. “Ship thieves? I have two super corporations after me and the big problem I'm facing today is ship thieves?” She connected to Lewis's communication line. “Did that cracking program give up?”

“It did, as soon as I closed all my communications lines.”

“That makes sense, they're looking for a data line they can tap. I don't think these guys are hunters, they just want the ship.”

“Not encouraging news.”

“No, but if you get us clear to take off by the time I get there I'm pretty sure I can just blow through them and up the ramp.”

“Don't do anything I'll regret.”

“No promises. Tell me when you have clearance.”

“Yes Alice.”

She went over the railing and landed on the hull of a much older vessel below. “Help! They're trying to steal my ship!” she called out.

Several mechanics heard her and a security guard armed with a stun pistol came running out of a storage room so far away she could barely make him out with her biological eye. She ran down the sloped hull of the ship and dropped off the low side, hitting the ground running and drawing her sidearm. “Get the hell away from my ship!” She shouted so loudly she was a little winded.

To her surprise one of them drew his handgun and fired. It narrowly missed her and she ducked behind another ship's heavy landing strut. “Lewis, I don't think they're just ship thieves. They might have wanted inside so they could surprise me when I returned.”

Someone was firing a smaller weapon from another direction, most likely the security guard.

“You are aware that if station security's sensors record you firing your sidearm they will not allow us to leave until local law enforcement clears us.”

“Are their sensors that good?”

“I can't be sure, but I'd advise against leaving it to chance.”

“Well then, plan B,” she said, climbing up the landing gear into the undercarriage of the much older ship.

As expected, the firing soon stopped. Anyone who had stepped forward to help before was probably under cover and that guard most likely didn't win the exchange. She dug around a little in the undercarriage compartment and found a number of hoses. She picked the thick brown one and pulled a knife out from an inside jacket pocket.

“Where are they?” She asked Lewis silently, using her mental link.

“They're approaching your location.”

“Oh goody, I have a surprise,” she sealed the head piece to her vacsuit and quietly pulled one of the hoses in the undercarriage compartment.

“Please don't cause damage we can't afford to pay for,” Lewis complained.

The pair of men looked behind the large landing strut. They were just starting to look up when she cut the liquid waste recycling line and let it spray in both their faces. Her intention was to drop out, knock one down and then trip the other. Instead her foot slipped and she ended up falling on one of the large men.

From her awkward position, on her back with one man under her, the other in front, she had no choice but to draw her sidearm and point it at the one left standing. “Drop it!” She ordered, rolling to her feet.

Her opponent complied and Alice kicked the weapon hard before picking up the other one.

“Behind you,” Lewis warned.

She spun on her heel and pointed her sidearm at the third assailant who was running to aid his friends. “I wouldn't,” She called out loudly.

He raised his weapon anyway and made to fire, Alice got back behind the landing strut just in time. “God this is frustrating!” She yelled at no one in particular.

One of the disarmed attackers made to tackle her and she sidestepped him, kicking his knee cap square on with her heel. Several shots rang out and she got fully behind cover again. “Can't I just shoot him?”

“Whining won't help,” Lewis replied. “Should I open the door?”

“Please,” she ducked low and gripped the sidearm she had picked up by the barrel. In one swift action she peeked around the the strut and threw the gun as hard as she could. It made its mark, smashing him in the nose.

The narrow forward crew ramp was just starting to lower as she made a mad dash for it. Lewis knew her all too well, he didn't open it all the way. He left enough space for her to run up so he could close it right behind her.

Instead of running to the cockpit she removed her jacket and vacsuit entirely, making sure not to get any of the raw sewage on her before she ran to the cockpit. “Oh my God that stinks. No wonder the one I hit full in the face with that stuff was down for the count.”

She dropped herself in the pilot's seat and double checked the ship's status. Their fuel reserves were up to fifty one percent, everything was powered up and charged and her small communications screen displayed a notice from Port Control that they were clear for takeoff. “Nice work Lewis.”

“If I had arms I'd clean and fold your vacsuit. I'm just that good.”

“Be careful or you'll come online one day and discover you've been transferred to a male android.”

“Oh my.”

“Now let's get out of here,” she brought the antigravity manoeuvring systems online and the ship rose off its landing gear. The inner Port lock doors opened and she guided the ship through. A moment later the rear doors closed and the outer lock doors opened, revealing open space.

She had the ship for over two years. Since before Bernice had gotten married and settled down but she still hadn't grown so accustomed to the enjoyable experience it was to pilot it. The transparesteel main view was completely blacked on the outside so the exact location of the cockpit wasn't easy to determine. What was more impressive was the overlay that displayed everything a pilot might need to know. There were three interactive holograms, reconfigurable control panels and manual flight controls as well. It was a long range fighter, designed for a crew of six. The standard model had room for twelve, but the collector who had owned it before had everything the factory offered installed, including a small wormhole generator and basic cloaking device. Lewis didn't come with the ship, he was an AI of her own design.

“Okay, start doing the math, I don't plan on staying longer than I have to. It looks like we're leaving just in time.”

“I'm almost finished, one moment.”

She started charging up the wormhole generator.

“It's on your screen.”

“Thank you, here we go,” she said as she activated the automated systems. They turned the ship in the right direction and opened the wormhole. Within seconds they were far, far away from the rickety station.

Alice cleaned up the mess she had made in the rampway and tossed everything, including her sidearm into the cleaner. Using her wrist unit, she materialized a very basic vacsuit on herself before rehydrating a compressed meal of salad, pasta, tomato sauce and a protein brownie. She sat down in the compartment right behind the cockpit, the captain's quarters.

There was a thickly padded round seat for four in the center, a queen sized bed against one bulkhead, a pair of seats against the other and cabinets covering the last wall. The ceiling was transparent one way, providing a broad view of the stars. She dropped herself into the center of the round seat and the cushions adjusted to support her. “Okay, we need to find out what's going on with Vindyne. If they've gone bankrupt and no one has their hands on my file then we might not have to worry about them anymore. Maybe go find father and return to Freeground. Can we transmit through the wormhole lensing effect and buy a subscription to Hart News?”

“No.”

“Oh, well, drop us out then. Dinner will have to wait.”

“I've already purchased a subscription to Hart News, it was expensive, but I didn't think you'd mind. Their most recent feed has been downloaded.”

“I love you Lewis,” she said around a modest mouthful of pasta. “Can you bring up any segments pertaining to Vindyne?”

The ceiling became opaque and a holoprojector hidden in the wall across from her created the image of a newscaster. “Our top story today, Freeground and the Meridian Corporation have defeated the remaining Triad and Vindyne forces in the Amgen Las system. After the conclusion of the battle Sunday Vindyne's stock plummeted and they entered the process of selling off liquid assets and deleting records. They have declared that each planet in their territory will be responsible for providing for and ruling themselves. This creates a problem for most worlds. Vindyne was the only form of functional government for all of their assets. There will be a power vacuum and lack of leadership on most Vindyne solar systems.

The Triad Conglomerate has closed its doors to new ventures, but is serving their populace by trading fleet and deep space assets for supplies. An undisclosed number of ships and other major resources have been hijacked however, and several large colonies have begun revolting against the existing management. Regardless of how the dissolution of these super corporations takes place, a total of thirty five worlds will be left with inadequate food and other supplies. Freeground has announced that some aid will be given, but since they are still at war with two other minor corporations and facing a major relocation, they cannot provide for everyone.

In related news, Regent Galactic, a former trading partner of Vindyne, has been accused of using slaves for experimentation. One repossession freelance agent and his crew were responsible for recapturing an armed Galleon class cargo transport that had stolen the container train from Regent Galactic. When they managed to take possession of the vessel they discovered poor living conditions and evidence that over forty thousand slaves were bound for a testing facility.

Hart News Service has the files transmitted by Captain Jake Valance and can verify that they are legitimate transportation and manifest logs back his claims. There were over twenty six thousand slaves in stasis pods and twenty thousand transported in a series of converted cargo pods. Just over one fifth of those not in stasis survived long enough to arrive in the Thadd system where they received medical treatment and were transported off the cargo train.

Our affiliate there, Hart News St. Kitts was doing an interview when an attack on that port began. We have not heard from them since.”

Alice dropped her fork, put her meal on a small shelf and ran to the cockpit. “We have to go find him.”

“Supplemental information suggests that Regent Galactic are responsible for the attack on St. Kitts. I don't think that would be wise.”

“I don't care. We've been running long enough. Now I know where he was just earlier today.”

“It'll take two and a half weeks for us to travel all the way to the Thadd system and we'll arrive out of fuel.”

“Okay, we'll stop for fuel on the way.”

“That would be wise. We don't know where he might have gone.”

Alice dropped the ship out of the wormhole. They were far from any solar system or anything else for that matter. She thought for a moment. “You're right. Set a course for Ara Enormis, it's the last location I gave him.”

“If I remember correctly, he didn't reply.”

“It's near the mid point isn't it?”

“Yes.”

“Then that's where we'll start.”

Epilogue

Lucius Wheeler had no idea where he was. His last memory was Docking with the Overlord II, a massive Vindyne super carrier and disembarking from his ship, the Triton. With a cutting edge researcher in restraints behind him he started making his way down the broad hallway that would lead him to one of the security offices.

Captain Wheeler had betrayed the crew of the First Light, informing Vindyne of where their rendezvous would be after accomplishing the one and only mission he accomplished with Captain Valent. He was on his way to deliver the only man with Framework technology built into his physiology. It was a regenerative system that could be implanted into any being to dramatically fortify them against disease and decrease the time required to heal. Framework could also be used to grow entire viable clones in under four hours. It would be his biggest payday in over a decade, especially if Vindyne managed to capture Captain Jonas Valent.

He rounded a corner and realized that the hall was completely empty, unusual for a ship with so much importance.

As he started sealing his vacsuit there was a bright flash.

It was months, perhaps years later and he had been drawn out of deep stasis. He tied his rough black hair into a pony tail and put on his jacket. At least they still have all my effects. He thought to himself as he followed the flashing lights down the hallway and around the corner. Being angry about his predicament was pointless. His goal, as always, was to get something out of his situation and get clear.

He walked through an office door. There was a wet wall to the left featuring a dainty waterfall. A large window was on the right hand wall overlooking a great blue planet with no signs of land. He tried to guess his location but could only narrow it down to three systems with liquid giants.

“The Chief Recovery Officer is expecting you Captain Wheeler. Please go inside.” Instructed the holographic receptionist from the center of her desk.

He climbed the stairs and pushed his way through the double doors. It was another perfectly clean room with comfortable chairs in front of a big desk. The company representative wore a perfectly tailored black suit. He had been in stasis long enough for corporate fashion to change. Either that or he was very far from where he was captured.

When he was last conscious gracefully cut suit coats were in. The hologram wore a square cut black coat with a flat collar that came across the shoulders. The gentleman's image behind the desk turned to face him, his perfectly trimmed haircut framed his perfect complexion, his smile flashed perfect teeth.

“Good afternoon Lucius Wheeler.”

“Nice hologram.”

“I apologize. I would much rather appear to you in person, but my office is a great distance from the storage complex you were delivered to.”

“Where am I?”

“We can get to that in a moment. There is more important information I'd like to get through first. Vindyne betrayed you.”

“I figured as much.”

“We purchased you and all their biological division assets only two months ago during a silent liquidation. You have been in stasis for seven years, nine months and three days according to their records. We honestly didn't know exactly what to use you for until just a short time ago. Even though we paid less than ten percent of your market value, it was quite expensive. So you can understand that we'd like you to do something for us before we release you into the galaxy.”

“Nothing comes free, go on.”

“For the last few months we had an exceptional freelance agent in our employ. He completed several difficult contracts for us and was well on his way to being our top man. Sadly he had a crisis of conscience while undertaking his last assignment. The overall losses that resulted from his poor judgement are unacceptable. He also spoke to the press and divulged privileged information to them. We are facing a public relations nightmare galaxy wide.”

“So you wake me up and put me on his trail, I think I can work with this.”

“Keep in mind, you have an implant somewhere in your body that we can dissolve at any moment. Once the object dissolves it becomes a powerful toxin. With no more than a simple transmission you will be killed. On the bright side, we can give you the Triton and start you off with the funds you will require.”

“What about my crew?”

“Vindyne used them for lesser purposes, I am sorry. We can hire a suitable crew for you.”

“Fair enough, I'll need time to train them.”

“You have two weeks.”

“This target of yours sounds important, I want five million credits when I hand him over. You'll also have to remove this implant.”

“We'll remove the implant and pay you one point five million.”

“Three million or you may as well kill me now.”

“Two.”

“Fine, who am I going after?”

“Jonas Valent.”

“Should have told me that before, I'd have done it for my ship and my freedom.”

Content

Randolph Lalonde
Resurrection

Prologue

Routine Maintenance

The Bridge

St. Kitts Port

Departure

The Retrieval Centre

Hyperspace Day 1

Hyperspace Day 2

Hyperspace Day 3

Longennes Station

A Dark Spirit

Cargo

Triage

Return To Thadd

No Good Deed…

Terry Ozark McPatrick

Alice

Epilogue