Johnnie Ruffin

BETTA’S STATION

Book One of the Betta’s Station Series

Prologue

Citizens. Friends. Awake from your slumber, from your lazy languish, from your bored and purposeless existence, and look here. Before you all, I present a tale that comes before the great Mortality Cure, a time when Humans could only travel by stasis pods. All was ruled by Pilo, the great Corporation then, though we would see it change later on. There was even the rule of law enforced by the federals and not the rule of civility we know so well.

Perhaps this experience was catalogued, but now I have it recorded through the use of specially selected memory engrams so that all might experience the wonder of where it all began. It is the story of Betta’s Station, of Betta and Jadis, of Joy, and even Teena Maverick, of the Antogin, and Drafers.

And it all begins in the last gasps of Old Earth. By then it was a place of pestilence and decay. Much of our history was lost to the sentient viruses that ravaged what life dared to survive. In this place, pods were used to keep the young alive in the hopes that a cure would be found, that the war on disease and virus would be won. We know now that there was never any hope, but for one.

Chapter One

A New Start

There will come a time when everyone you know and love will be gone. Every person you’ve made a brief acquaintance or offered a passing glance will eventually die. All those brief temporary lives exist all around you and they will only exist for that time and no more.

This was the thought that swirled around Betta’s mind each time she woke from the stasis box on Old Earth. It was like she was a child again. Her mother would greet her and then her brothers would kiss her and they would play the day away. Those memories were the clearest, though she’d forgotten the sound of her mother’s voice and the faces of her siblings.

The memories came as the top of her stasis box on Arys-27 slid open. That moment when disorientation was at its worst and the mind was just catching up with the burst of adrenaline that woke her body. It was a dreamy sensation, like being half-asleep and half-awake all at once. Then it was gone, replaced by the blaring alarms of feds that needed her participation.

“Operator Betta Reganta,” the emotionless voice of a cybernetic agent repeated for what Betta could now reverse in her mind to be the third time. “Please sign into your console and begin mission execution.”

Betta sat up quickly, her body flushed and her dark skin slick with sweat as she eased herself out of the oval container and to the wall console. A chair rose to her standing position as though molded from the flawless white floor below her. She sat without preamble, immediately reviewing the particulars of this impromptu call-up.

A small smile touched her lips. This was it. Her last mission before she was given field clearance.

As if the agents were monitoring her thoughts, a slot opened near the console and a globular green sphere revealed itself with a straw sticking out.

“Betta Reganta, your last scan revealed that you are lacking in important amino acids—”

Grabbing the drink quickly, her eyes on the console, she muttered in between sips, “I’m drinking, okay? See. Don’t tell me what you put in it. Ruins the romance.”

The mechanical listing of ingredients faded away and Betta was finally able to concentrate fully on the work at hand.

Betta was familiar with the information that blurred across her console, her mind and eyes processing it faster than most humans. It was both a skill and a curse. Unlike the cybernetic agents, her eidetic memory was a natural phenomenon that had been with her since she awoke on Arys-27, smuggled in a box all the way from Old Earth. It was why the feds kept her isolated, why she had spent most of her youth in their care, only seeing her father on rare visits.

The report that ran across the screen mentioned possible black-market dealers in the orange district. Being a mining colony, areas in orange district were more unstable than others, besides red, which allowed for an opening where criminals could operate at risk. Still, they needed a means to communicate and the darkNet was their preferred means of doing so. This report focused on a Lyten clan, an alien species that resembled bears, but had equivalent, if not at times superior, intelligence to Humans. Infiltrating the criminal organizations were normally the duty of an operator, but most operators were Human, making infiltration in a Lyten clan difficult.

But according to what she was reading, there were at least two operators that were attempting reconnaissance in the more deserted and unstable areas. Betta sat up straight. They were requesting an immediate analysis of what they were seeing.

Linking into the first operator’s gear, Betta could see through his cybernetic eyes from her wall console. The image that was before her revealed a fully lit room with metallic flooring and walls. At the bottom of the screen the name “Agent Lime” flickered for a moment.

“This is Black Tiger,” she offered with an even broader smile. “I’m linked.”

“Acknowledged, Black Tiger. Accessing playback.”

The video reversed quickly, giving the impression that she was walking backward through the chamber, back around the two black cubes whose dimensions were immediately included in the video dump. Betta nodded, recognizing the manufacturer immediately. There was only one on Arys-27. The containers were advertised as one of the most secure and advanced in the galaxy.

“Our Z Model Security containers can shield a variety of electronic gear whose frequencies will not make it past the container walls. Each container can also be custom fit for your convenience. Any scans, passive or intrusive, will alert the owner of the container. Any tracking material will initiate a static response that will neutralize any technological or biological—” Betta cut off her recall of the advertisement.

“Agent Lime,” she said quickly. “You need to find an exit. Now!”

“Understood. I’m placing a tracker now.”

“No—”

Too late. Her screen went dark. A new agent appeared on the screen. His eye sockets were black, indicating combat mode, and flickering green dots infested the transparent skull dome above his olive forehead. The grey of his lips barely moved when he spoke, much like all the Enhanced Agents. They had no emotion, felt no pain, and existed in a universe that was all logic, algorithms, and carefully strategized violence.

“Operator Reganta. An EMP has been detonated in the location of assets Lime and Lemon. Enhanced Agents are en route for extraction within two minutes and thirty-one seconds. Do you have your report complete?”

While he had spoken, Betta’s fingers were moving quickly across the console in anticipation of his words. She’d managed to get a schematic of the security box through a darkNet interface. While she couldn’t operate or make contact with any real questionable activity, she could access what the feds considered noise. One of the most rebellious things a society of darkNet citizens could do would be to broadcast proprietary secrets in encrypted algorithms for pure entertainment. In seconds, Betta had enough to recognize and match the frequency of the Z Model Security Container. The report she passed to the agent on the screen with a swipe.

“Once you’re close enough to the tracker, modify it to match this frequency and we can see where these containers are headed. I should be able to get a better idea of what they’re smuggling. Is there anything else, agent?”

The green lights of the skull increased in ferocity and Betta was suddenly overwhelmed by a memory. The way her mind played and replayed the past was a constant distraction. Unless she kept a constant reign on her control, she would be taken through every detail of every day she had ever lived.

The entryway beeped.

It was too early for the miners to return. Only on holidays, or when there was a problem in production did they arrive early, and usually there was some warning.

Betta wasn’t tall enough to see through the windows at the top of the sealed doors. Instead, she climbed one of the bunks and looked down the corridor to see masked men with pulse rifles scurrying toward her position.

What gripped and froze her to the spot was something close to absolute terror. For a moment, she only shook, watching the men get closer, their movements organized, staring down the long halls before the entryway doors that led to the bunks.

What was the point of accessing the bunks? There was nothing for them to take here. This slowed her racing heart a fraction. Maybe they were looking to rob the other shops and areas that were connected. Who could she call? Daddy wouldn’t be able to reach her from the Red District. The only way she could contact him was through the console, and his responses were always slow. In three cycles, she’d never left the bunks, and she didn’t really know where she could hide in the facility, or who to trust, even if she could leave the sealed doors.

With a tight nod, she knew there was only one way out. Betta ran to the console and placed a call to the local feds on Arys-27. Immediately, a man, his eyes devoid of white, only black, popped up on the console. A transparent cap where his hair and skull should be, flickered with different shades of blue dots.

“I read an incursion in your area. Are you contacting us to report the incursion as improper?” His emotionless voice startled her.

Betta tried to speak, but the words were trapped. She grunted, clearing her swollen throat. “I’m in Bunk Area C, in the Yellow District,” she whispered softly. “They have rifles—”

The final entryway beeped and Betta ran to the other end of the chamber, not bothering to stay near the console or hear the response of the feds. She climbed under one of the far bunks, curled into a ball, and shut her eyes tightly.

The electronic doors slid half-way open before they slammed to a stop. Several figures in black flak suits rushed into the room, green lasers sweeping the room before someone announced, “I’ve got something on the far end. Might be a Hyn, no weapons. Come on out or I shoot. You! Under the bunk.”

“Console’s open.” Another announced, “Looks like they called the feds.”

A third figure slammed the console with the butt of his rifle. Betta rolled out of her hiding spot. She stood slowly.

“You… you’d better… r-run!” Her tongue got in the way of the words and she drew on some inner fire she’d never felt before. “They’ll be here any second. Their response time is crazy!”

“She’s just a kid.” The lead figure chuckled. “Some idiot smuggled a kid on this fekjed planet. She’s right, though. Move out!”

The figures behind the leader blurred out of her sight. Her mind, that part of her that felt separate since she exited the stasis pod she was smuggled in, identified these men as Enhanced.

“Good luck, kid, but I think you just made it worse for yourself,” the last man in the flak suit said. He too was gone in a streak of black.

Betta watched, mouth open, as the lines of black converged through the empty corridor, and then vanished. She looked back to the smoking console, then allowed her trembling legs the freedom to give out, falling to her knees. The pain barely registered.

When she looked up again, the chamber was filled with federal agents. The transparent blue caps and black body armor was difficult to focus on. Some form of camouflage, she suspected. Their rifles all pointed at Betta. At least a dozen blackened eyes studied her silently. She knew they communicated through secured frequencies that she could not perceive, so she waited quietly.

No longer afraid, though several rifles pointed at her head, Betta stood again. She studied the intense stare of the federal agents in turn. Their black sockets revealed nothing, but the increased flickering lights of their transparent skull caps hinted that something was happening. The excited dance slowed en-masse and the agents lowered their rifles. They formed lines on either side of her.

There was now an open path between the lines of armored men and women. A man in a dark blue suit with a matching tie and a styled hair-cut, walked slowly toward her. He was of olive-complexion, like most Humans she’d met on Arys-27, but his jaw was cut so precisely she thought it must be some artificial affectation.

The man smiled and his green irises reflected the glints of light that stood to either side.

“And what might be your name, little one?” he asked.

“Betta,” she replied.

“Hmm.” His green eyes moved with some inner light. “I see. Daughter of George Perry Reganta. Betta was reported dead on Old Earth over a decade ago, along with George’s wife and two sons. Are there any other members of the Reganta family here?”

Betta’s heart lurched at the news. She knew her mother must be dead, but she had held out hope that her brothers were alive, smuggled onto some other planet.

“No. I don’t think even George could smuggle a whole family off Old Earth. Back-track the timeline. Look at the inventory on the transport vessel. Let’s see.” She could see the pinpricks of greenish dots now moving in a flurry against his pupils. “Oh yes. There it is.” He laughed. “An android stasis crate? Yet there are no registered androids on Arys-27. It’s… I have no words… risky? Your head okay, Betta? A ten-year journey in an android stasis crate. I can’t find any cases where the occupant didn’t go insane. If this is how your father—”

“My father is a great man!” The words came to her mouth regardless of the voice in the back of her mind warning caution. “He saved me! Pilo Corporation killed Momma… and my brothers. Daddy saved me!”

The man blinked, the light vanishing behind his eyes. “Pilo Corporation. Hmm.” The light returned. “Yes. Yes. That looks likely. Given the circumstances, I believe it does give us some room. Liability for their deaths, including your death, little one, is listed under Pilo Pharmaceuticals. Your father never accepted the settlement. This has led to an accrual and interest. Illegal transport, smuggling, and endangering a minor are possible charges we can lay against your father.”

“No,” Betta said quietly.

“Hmm. You know, Betta. Old Earth is like the old west these days. No one, and I mean no one, is allowed off-planet. The place is covered in plague. There’s no medication that can halt it. The viruses and bacteria have evolved to the point where a normal Human immune system cannot fight it. You’d most likely be dead or fighting for your life if George had not taken action. So, you are right, he did save you. In fact, he also wiped you clean by putting you in that stasis crate.”

Betta felt an in-flux of pride for her father, tinged with guilt. Had she put him at risk by calling the feds? She eyed this man with his clean suit and handsome features. He studied her in turn. If her father was at risk, what was the point of talking to her?

“What do you want from me?” Betta asked.

“In business, what is it that every person wants?” he asked in return.

“There are two schools of thought on what every person wants in business. Innovation is sometimes the answer, but the truth, and most popular answer, is more. It has always been the goal of business to acquire and gain more. Innovation is only one of the many seeds that can lead to growth.” Betta was only partially surprised to hear the words come out of her mouth with a confidence she had never known. They were amongst a million others that whirled about on a constant loop that she suppressed and put to the part of her brain that was still in stasis, waiting.

The man lowered himself in a squat. Now they were eye to eye. “And there we have it. Word for word from the Pilo Corporation Handbook. I wonder what other little founts of knowledge are hidden in there?”

Taking a slow breath and sighing, the man studied her one last time. “How would you like to come work for Pilo Corporation, Betta Reganta?”

It was a fraction of second, though her recall brought wetness to her eyes. Betta gritted her teeth and faced the agent on the wall console that had suddenly started speaking. Her mind recalled the words so that she could respond.

“You have performed your duty to the Federal Entity for mission fourteen thousand seven hundred and thirteen. Betta Reganta has achieved the rank of Field Operator by completing the prerequisite number of successful assignments. This is recorded in the Official Standard.”

The stasis pod behind her closed abruptly and sank into the floor. At another section of the white room a crude bunk was molded. It was made of a pliant material that barely gave when she laid on it. Still, it was better than a box, and she’d had more than enough of boxes.

“You have been green-lighted for a field assignment, Betta Reganta. Details will follow,” the agent said in his mechanical voice. The screen vanished, replaced by the endless white walls that revealed no exit.

Betta moved to the bunk, laying back with a sigh and replaying the last memory of her mother in her head.

♦ ♦ ♦

Jadis Ter felt true freedom when he was swimming in the murky ponds of Sidesa Four. The oxygenated waters were calming and his gills didn’t itch like they did on land. It was harder for him to understand the speech of the reptilians when he was underwater, though he found understanding based on the scents and tastes they released into the water. It was also an easy place to hide his deformities, close his eyes, and pretend he was just like everyone else.

Bobbing up to the surface, he was greeted by the face of Sidesian royalty. Their green scales were slick from the moist air and glinting the purplish hue of the stars in the sky. They wore no clothing, which made Jadis even more of an outcast as he pulled on a robe to hide his misshapen body. He immediately huddled at the corner of the pool.

Several reptilians lay openly across the pond area, their scales drinking in the light radiation that came off the purplish stars. Most of them were children of the royal court, though, to any eyes besides a reptilian, it would be difficult to tell the royalty from the servants. The differences in scaling was subtle. Many of the servants lay at the outer edges, massive legs and arms clutching the cobbled stone, awaiting a call, or a wave, from a royal claw.

His best and only friend, D’yanna, crested the pool, crawled close to him, and collapsed in a heap.

“I don’t know how you handle this heavy gravity. I cannot wait to get back aboard the Vesper,” she said softly.

“I suppose I was built for this,” he replied.

The silence between them was familiar and neither made an effort to disturb it for a long while. In the end, Jadis thought it best to say out loud what truly troubled him.

“No one swims the ponds with me any longer.”

D’yanna sat up, swaying slightly on her haunches before she settled.

“Not even you.” Jadis said.

“You’ve changed. In the water, you’ve changed. Some of them are shocked, though if you were true reptilian then it would be normal. You are becoming a man, and so you have begun excreting the Dilum av num.”

He’d heard the word whispered, but it was not said very often amongst children. “Isn’t that only for adults?”

“It is a pheromone the males produce to excite the females into breeding.”

Jadis swallowed. His gills twitched against the gesture, seemingly wanting to open and drink in the pond that he had just exited. Controlling the impulse of his constantly conflicting nature was always a battle. Now he was releasing pheromones for breeding. Great.

“The others tell me it is strongest when I am present.” Her voice was different now. Controlled.

It made sense to Jadis. Even though he never thought of breeding with D’yanna, she was the only person he felt comfortable and relaxed about. It wasn’t necessary to have as steady a control over his body when she was nearby. D’yanna gave him such permission years ago when her father first brought him to their family. He was treated kindly, like a treasured pet, but not like his offspring. Never like royal offspring.

“Breeding with you has been forbidden.” D’yanna met his eyes now. There was something to them. Perhaps she was pleading with him, but he couldn’t be certain.

“You want to breed with me?” Jadis had to swallow again.

“Your taste is very unique and very strong. I say that others have taken note, but I was the first to drink it. This was my mistake. I told no one and reveled in our swims where I tasted your Dilum av num. The sensation was so exhilarating.” D’yanna’s lids fluttered against her eyes. “And you are my best friend and my closest companion.”

“But our children would be freaks. If we could have children. I don’t even know if that’s possible.”

“Which is what my father said when he heard.”

“The king? Your father knows?”

“And it is now forbidden to swim the water with you.” She sighed. “It is also forbidden for you and I to be companions any longer. This place, Sidesa Four, is one of the last reptilian planets that have gone untouched. Many reptilian travel here to die, or before making a difficult decision. I thought it the best place to have one last swim with you. Then I can send you away.”

“But,” Jadis said in a small voice, “now that I know, I can work on controlling it.”

D’yanna reached out a shaking claw that dripped violet water. “But I would not have you control it. If we continued to swim together, I would beg you for it. I would find a way for you to give it to me, and then I would force you to mate with me, Jadis. For the sake of what remains of the monarchy, I cannot give in to these impulses!”

“I wouldn’t let you. We are friends, D’yanna—”

“You wouldn’t have a choice, Jadis. Come swim with me, and perhaps you will understand.”

“But you said it was forbidden.”

“This day, I break the rules for you, Jadis.”

With that, her heavily scaled body plopped into the murky pond and disappeared.

Jadis expelled the air from his lungs, tossed the robe that covered his naked form, and dove in after her. The taste of the pond was immediately changed. He could taste D’yanna now, and he could feel her desire for him, an urgent need that he began to mirror. Before he could control himself, something was releasing from him, something from the glands under his forearms. He felt it now, the violent spurting that clouded the water. Immediately, D’yanna was there and they swam close together, circling their growing pool of pheromone infested water.

The more they circled, the more they drank. Jadis felt something tugging at his abdomen, begging to be let free. D’yanna was reaching for him now. He pulled away, terrified, yet wanting her more than he had ever wanted anyone or anything in all his short life.

Breaking the surface, he forgot to expel the water his gills held. He forgot to open his lungs. For a moment, he was drowning and choking in the air. Eventually, the ligaments in his throat pushed his gills shut and he sputtered out gouts of violet fluid. He huddled at the edge, pulling his furred legs to his scaled chest in an attempt to find calm. It was easy for his three hearts to fall out of sequence. He had to slow the beat. Concentrate. Find peace.

D’yanna’s head broke the surface. She eased herself onto the rim of the pond and stood to her full height. Water glistened against green scales, but her body was different now. Where her underside was once smooth, there were six nipples that hardened against her flesh. Between her legs, there was now an opening.

She remained standing, shaking off the water, staring at him. The nipples were reabsorbed and the opening between her legs closed. Taking sharp, ragged breaths, she held his gaze.

His own breathing now came in sharp gasps, pain echoing across his back to his chest. He fought the urge to yell at his old friend.

“This is why you must go.” D’yanna moved close, her forked tongue tasting the air of Sidesa. She eased her body onto the warming stones, spreading arms and legs, her bulbous tail flattening behind. “I’ve made you a citizen. I’ve even given you ownership of a power station in a mining region. That’s status. Wealth. Power. You should not want for anything.”

“Except my best friend.” His own forked tongue mirrored her action, tasting the air. It was a mix of lilac and a sweetness that was not like sugar or honey. It was unique to Sidesa Four.

“You fool.” D’yanna’s sharp teeth appeared and Jadis understood a carnivorous smile from years of being her friend. “We stopped being friends the moment I drank you in. If I let this continue, I will be unseated. My father may even lose his crown. You would be hunted. At least if I send you away, I will know you are alive and safe.”

“If I can get the surgery to make me full reptilian, then we can be together again, right?”

D’yanna sighed. “You know it is not possible.”

“I’ll find the scientist, the one that made me like this, and then I’ll come back to you,” he pleaded.

“You’ll stay where I put you, Jadis Ter. There is more wrong with you and I than just what you are. It must also be who you are. May you taste the stars of Ku’Las, Jadis.”

With that she swiveled around, her tail splashing a bit of the pond on him in passing. She walked steadily toward the clearing where their shuttle waited.

When Jadis stood, there were several reptilian males from the outer circle surrounding him. The one directly in front of him blocked his view of Dyanna and said, “it is best if you come with us.”

Lowering his head, Jadis Ter pulled on his robes and allowed himself to be escorted to a separate vessel that would take him to his new future.

Chapter Two

Lessons Learned

Betta used her time outside of stasis to study all the information she had on the districts. Having an eidetic memory meant that she could quickly access any information she’d seen once. One of the many drawbacks was that most of it was useless and random until it wasn’t. It was also necessary for her to use ways to access information quickly. Mnemonics helped her classify certain information for easy retrieval, but could be time consuming.

The areas marked on her console were separated by districts. These districts were allocated based on how much mining was allowable and the safety specifications for each area. For instance, Green District was where the docks resided. Absolutely no mining was allowed in this area to keep cargo and employees safe. A footnote indicated that the area was surveyed and known to have the least evidence of resources that Pilo considered useful.

The Yellow District was where Betta sat at her console within a federal facility only a few kilometers from the miners’ barracks. The area consisted of service shops for mining equipment, transportation kiosks, and oxygen replenishment areas. There were other districts farther out, separated by the 20 kilometer mark. This was due to anticipated growth as other business ventures built and spread. Grey District was reserved for expansion, but as yet lay empty. Orange District housed higher ranking officials such as managers, officers for the Federation, and royalty from alien species such as the reptilian-humanoids known as Drafers.

The Red District was where a majority of the mining was done. The area expanded across most of the open areas on the planet.

All districts were connected by a single mode of transportation. Gliders could travel through tunnels underground, above ground and even low in the atmosphere if there was little electrostatic interference. The gliders were equipped with cutting heads on both ends for boring through rock and soil. It was a hybrid of the mining equipment used on-planet to reach the core, like the A-10 Digger her father operated.

Betta spent her days familiarizing herself with all of the equipment used by Pilo and the independent ventures she could access online. This included space vessels, heavy-terrain vehicles, automated machines used for extraction, and even weapons the federal agents equipped to keep order in the sector.

The federal agents once fascinated Betta. All federation employees were cybernetically altered. The changes dampened their emotions, enhanced logic, and increased physical prowess. It was well-known an agent could not be influenced or hacked. She’d considered attempting it once or twice in order to find her freedom or even get extra time with her father and the miners. Time and familiarity soon dampened her fascination.

What were once tense and often cautious relationships with her father’s co-workers became familial as she grew. It was like she belonged to them all. The miners told her about their worlds. They weren’t all Humans, and there were no others like her and George, those born on Old Earth. This made them unique and while their fellow miners had many questions, so did Betta.

“On my world,” Tys Va Lia said, “our tongues could taste the very air before Pilo took it over. It was so sweet. Ruined.” Her forked tongue flashed in the dim light of the bunks. “Now only the royalty and elders know the old tastes. It’s all metals and artificial replicas now.”

“Are you an elder Drafer?” Betta asked.

“Oh yes. I’ve been rejuvenated twice now.”

“Rejuvenated?”

“When the body gets old, which takes far longer for a Drafer, you can pay to have it made like it was young again. It’s an expensive process, and the body isn’t the same, but close enough.”

“Better than dying out,” Olak grumbled as he rubbed his sleek fur.

Olak reminded Betta of a bear, though he had a human face. It was covered in curled fur that he rubbed constantly with an oil to combat the dry air. He was a Lyten, which she looked up later, when the miners were gone.

Those meetings were rare since she had graduated the feds training program and been placed into stasis.

The galaxy knew the federal agents were Enhanced Humans with cybernetic implants that increased their reflexes, inhibited their emotions, and created a communication link that allowed them to work as a hive mind. Though it was public knowledge, few knew where these recruits came from or the training involved to reach the title of agent.

Betta was indoctrinated with these recruits. They were all in their early teens. Many suffered from mental disorders controlled by a regimen of drug therapy, others were considered unstable or emotionally sensitive. Others were there for an escape. The promise of a cybernetic overhaul meant freedom from those issues, but first they had to complete the test laid before them by the Federal Entity.

Over twelve cycles, Betta’s thirst for knowledge was sated by courses on cosmology, flight systems, weapons systems, tactics, and universal languages that included coding from domestic and alien tech. Federal law, economics, management, accounting, and the History of Pilo were at the next tier. Though the intricacies of Pilo business practices, as she soon learned, were already stored in her mind.

Betta’s body was kept fit in hand-to-hand combat exercises and fitness challenges, which were all the more difficult in the heavy gravity. These were easy distractions to the work she was pressed to do by the feds.

Arys-27 wasn’t a haven to every black-market dealer in the sector. At least, that was not the case after twelve years of cracking down on illegal organizations on the planet. Betta’s skills were put to use as she scanned all types of secure databases that came with federal access. Her mind easily linked accounts that were associated with black-market dealings and followed the paths that led to businesses and individuals locally.

Once training was complete, she watched her classmates taken into the Procedure Room and return shadows of their former selves, complete with transparent skull caps and cybernetic responses. The humanity gone from their eyes and mannerisms.

The feds made it clear at the start of her imprisonment that she would never be allowed to receive the honor of a cybernetic mind, and she was happy not to become the emotionless ghosts that her classmates became.

Instead, she made the rank of Operator. Those that gained the rank, much like the man with the flickering eyes, the man she had come to know as Mister Jenkins, were left their human reasoning and only entered the field with the en masse protection of the cybernetic agents, or were left in closed rooms to work behind the scenes. Or, and these cases were rare, they were placed as moles to work undercover in places where the feds could not go without immediate recognition.

The console beeped, interrupting her memory exercises and Betta read over the mission brief with growing excitement. Her first field assignment began immediately. One of the molded white walls peeled away to reveal clothing and equipment to survive in the harsh environ of Arys-27. At the other end of the room, there was now a set of steel doors that would lead to her freedom.

Betta eased on her overcoat and slipped the oxygen mask over her nose. Another layer of thin material protected the mask and her face. This was the first time she was allowed out in months and her hands trembled at the possibilities.

The corridor that led to the heavy metallic exit doors was empty. The click of her heavy boots echoed against the titanium walls. Pulling on a pair of goggles and a multicolored hood with reflective coating, Betta waved to whomever watched that she was ready. The doors slid apart slowly and she stepped into the day.

The sound of vehicles and machines assaulted her ears before she could make out the murky shapes through the smog-filled atmosphere. Betta could just barely see the blinking signs that marked the tube entrance. The electronic chatter in her ear let her know the feds were tracking her using their own internal language.

Betta stepped carefully, keeping her head low against tiny particles that swirled in the atmosphere. The ground trembled more than a few times. She nearly stumbled before she re-learned the patterns of bombardment that shook the city proper so that her steps anticipated each shifting of the ground.

Soon she was down the stairway that led to the tubes. The gloomy smog cleared enough to show objects the deeper she went. She had to wipe the smudge from her goggles as she descended, but soon she was deep enough in the interior that only a light fog assaulted her.

A small group stood on the platform. Each person was outfitted in various forms of overcoats, goggles, and oxygen contraptions that hissed and moaned as they waited.

A deep gouge set before them where the tube would soon be occupied by a glider that would take them away from the city and more towards the residential sections. The ground hard-shifted here since all facilities in-city were fitted with dampeners that absorbed the worst of the vibrations from bombardment.

A figure, at least twice her size, approached and stood at her side. An electronic beep in her mask indicated his desire to communicate. A wave of her hand and two-way comms between herself and the stranger were established.

“I am known as Bor.” The deep voice was nearly a growl.

Betta had expected it would be a Lyten, the bear-like entities that populated this sector. It was her understanding that they normally sent a Human to interface for the smaller deals. For those rare deals, like the one the feds had proposed for her, the important players appeared.

“Just call me Lucky,” Betta said, making her voice deeper. She’d practiced for a full week on that voice and her darkNet persona. Years’ worth of films were archived from Alpha on the federal databases and Betta spent months watching the ones on espionage. She was certain that if this line of work didn’t pan out, she’d make a pretty decent actress.

There was the sound of a scoff, or perhaps Bor coughed. “You’re just a girl! How did you come by such inventory?”

“This is not how we speak, Bor. Anyone could be listening.” Betta was getting the impression that Bor had never seen any of the spy films from Alpha.

The glider bore the dust of smog and metals as it pulled up. The older and more experienced inhabitants, including Betta, averted their faces until the dust settled before entering the glider. Bor faced the cloud of dust full on, almost challenging it to attack him. Bears.

There weren’t many travelers, and Betta found two open seats where she slumped happily. She pulled up her hood, lowered her mask, and wiped one of the nearby consoles clear. After verifying her fake credentials, she was delighted by the chimes that alerted her there was mail to be viewed. Now the feds could access the console, watch, and listen for any threat. Betta kept her mobile tablet buried beneath the layers. They didn’t last long, even in the atmosphere of a glider.

Bor took up a few seats in the row behind her. He kept his mask on, though Betta doubted he could see much with the eyes of his mask covered in black soot. This hinted that he had enhanced sensors in the gear he wore and Betta added it to the list of things to keep note of.

“I will inform you when we reach our stop,” he muttered, making Betta tilt her head to hear.

Betta sighed. She played with the console before her, pretending to go through the local news. There were the usual updates about expansion in the Blue Sector and the current production of resources from rival business leaders. Lucky – her fake darkNet persona – was all about the entertainment news.

“Did you hear about Lara?” she asked Bor.

“Lara? Is this another dealer?”

“No, you boff. The actress,” she brought up several trailers of vids that revealed a dark-skinned woman in various scenes. In one she was punching another woman in the nose. In another she was kissing a taller, darker man. “She’s from Alpha. We just started getting the uplinks. That’s like a two-hundred-year stasis ride. So, she’s probably dead or rejuvenated twice by now.”

“What has Lara to do with our dealings?”

“Stars, you really are clueless. No talking about stuff like that on comms! Anyway, I heard that she was really having a romance with her co-star from Blazing.”

Betta brought up the gossip site Lucky liked to frequent. The dark-skinned woman was smiling seductively at a taller, well-muscled mahogany man. When Bor leaned forward to view, she activated the remote viewer on the console briefly, then disabled it.

“I hear all Humans in Alpha are nearly dark as space, but here they are just brown. You are dark, like them. Are you from Alpha?” Bor asked.

“No, but I want to go. I’d fit right in. They say it has something to do with the two suns. Brown is good, but the darker the better.” That much was the truth. She’d spent many nights dreaming going to Alpha, but that was true of most that lived on Arys-27.

By providing a means to keep the communication open between them, Betta was able to set up a link to his black-market account. This simple piggy-back allowed her to access any information he’d recently viewed. Pretending to clean her goggles, Betta studied the information that ran across the visual indicators and tried not to panic.

It was internal chatter on the darkNet that there was an Operator known as the Black Tiger who was responsible for the decline in black-market goods. They listed her as an android with dark skin tone. In this sector of space, it was rare to see any complexion that wasn’t a light brown. In the eyes of the darkNet, her “makers” made Betta unique in appearance to highlight her capacity to identify black market dealers at a glance.

If she let on that she was from Old Earth, it would be too easy to make the connection. A little voice in her head told her she should have left her mask on. It was too late for that now. The only play she really had was to be Lucky.

Since she was a kid, Betta spent most of her free time looking over computer monitors, scanning databases, surfing the Net, both light and dark. She had tried to make friends with her fellow recruits, but none of them were interested, and after the first cycle of recruits were made into cyborgs, her desire to make friends vanished. The agents, while emotionally stunted, were still engaging. They derived joy from tactical games and theory, and Betta learned that she also enjoyed these games, both in real life and through virtual exercises. Whatever happened in that android box nearly a decade ago gave her rapid-fire responses to any type of intellectual stimuli.

The feds diet consisted of vitamin enriched drinks that sustained their bodies, both artificial and natural. They adjusted this diet for the recruits. Their efforts went as far as two meals. A nutrient tea for the morning and a sweet nutrient shake in the evenings.

Being out in the field meant she could go through her food list and choose an item. She’d already accessed the menu for Lyten items in her head so that she could choose the right dish. Betta suspected, and hoped, her new companion would take her to an establishment where there was alcohol and food.

Betta never had the pangs of hunger, an added feature of the nutrient drinks. Even so, she would look over dishes on the Net and she would make a list for herself of foods to try when she was able to be free of the feds. Pasta dishes appealed to her the most, and sweet cakes, especially of the chocolate and fudge variety. At least they looked to be delicious when she watched people in vids enjoying them.

Betta’s mnemonics came into play now as thousands of possibilities presented themselves. Everything made a list in her head. She had lists of lists. She had a list for the agents that had large noses, the ones that twitched when they were uploaded with a new tactical experience, and the ones that smelled odd. It was a mechanical smell, like of burning plastic, or oxidized metal. That list was uploaded and updated in the federal archives. Feds, though cyborgs, were sometimes slaves to diagnostic routines that failed to capture superficial or low-level corrosion. Couple that with suppressed cybernetic sensation and there were bound to be a drawback or two.

“Now!” growled Bor, and the two rose just as the glider came to a stop. Betta returned her mask to her face and signed out the console. The doors gasped open and they exited into a smog-filled street.

Bor’s grip on her forearm was tight, and she could feel the claws beneath his gloved hands digging into her overcoat.

Betta’s own equipment was only standard for Arys-27 and not meant to go into the deeper pockets of Orange Sector. Blindly, she allowed Bor to guide her over uneven pavement and damp earth, until they reached their destination.

It occurred to her that the natural response to being blindly led by a large bear though unfamiliar territory should be unsettling. All she felt was excitement. She was thrilled at being on the outside and in the middle of a great adventure.

There was increased chatter in her ears. Most likely, the feds were communicating her location. Betta couldn’t see anything, though she could tell they were no longer outside. They’d entered a building, and when she reached for her mask, a heavier hand stopped her.

“We do not deal with false traders. If you deceive us, we will find you, kill you and your closest family members. We will let you walk away now if you have reconsidered working with us.” Though the tones of the voice were low, Betta could tell it was female. Her mind went through a list of known female Lyten citizens on Arys-27. There were ten on her list. Eight were employed in mining firms and two were proprietors. One owned a bar in Orange district, The Tabor. The other owned a fuel depot in the green district.

Betta deduced that she was listening to the words of Jalys al Gym and that she’d been dragged into The Tabor.

Betta pulled the gear free from her face and the sound of pumping oxygen tanks hissed to a stop.

The bar was empty of patrons, evidenced by the dozens of empty tables and chairs that populated the main floor. The bar was a long one and the many bottles behind it held several varieties that made Betta wet her lips in anticipation. Her mind stored their names and brands, linking list after list.

Finally, her eyes turned to the bear humanoid that sat behind the table, her muzzle non-threatening, meaning her teeth were hidden. She was sleek, with blue fur that was well-kept and spoke of hours of grooming with its smooth arcs. Her light brown eyes were steady and they studied one another for some time. Betta could see recognition in the eyes and she knew it wouldn’t be long before a move was made. This was always a risk. There were approximately 34 dark-skinned female Humans on Arys-27. Betta had hoped that number was high enough to allow her to slip through unrecognized. This, it would seem, was not the case.

Jalys broke the silence, her muzzle showing teeth that was followed by a low growl.

“Wait!” Betta raised a hand. “You know who I am and I know who you are. I also know about tomorrow night’s shipment of 29 crates that are unregistered. At least, I think it’s 29 crates given the weight distribution on the hauler on dock 842. Based on the shielding and the frequency it’s operating at, I suspect they might hold stasis pods.”

Several growls erupted behind Betta, but she kept her eyes on the blue bear sitting in front of her.

“You’re the Black Tiger,” Jalys accused.

Betta smirked. “I really do like that nickname. Yes. I work for the feds, and no, I don’t have any off-federation deuterium to trade. What I have to trade is your hauler for information and certain agreements.”

“Do you know the bounty on your head? Why would the feds put you right in front of me with no guards, no support—”

“I always have support,” Betta said. “Look, before we really get down to business, do you think you could make me a Cosmo?”

They both looked to the empty bar.

“I’ve never had one and you have all the ingredients. I could make it myself, but I’d rather an expert—”

“You want a drink?”

“That’s not the trade or agreement. It’s just a personal favor I’m asking.”

“A personal favor? What will you give me for this personal favor?” Jalys was waving her clawed hands at someone behind Betta, possibly a sniper.

“Technically, it benefits us both. First, it helps deescalate this whole situation. Second, we both will be more relaxed after a Cosmo. Coming to terms will be far easier.”

“Why would I negotiate with an android?”

“I’m not an android and you’re not negotiating with me. You’re negotiating with the feds. I am merely their proxy. Your organization is too heavily guarded. If the feds made a push to take you down, it would be inconvenient for Pilo and the feds. So, my employers have asked that I come to you and offer terms.”

“They couldn’t send me a message? They had to send you?”

Betta took a step toward the bar. A claw was on her shoulder and the sound of pulse rifles charging filled the room. The blue glitter of cybernetic skull caps briefly flashed at all corners of the bar. They were gone just as quickly.

“I just want to try a Cosmo,” Betta muttered. “Don’t you have anyone on staff? What about Marco? He normally works this shift, right?”

“How do you —” Jalys shook her whole body in a shiver.  “Call Marcus down. We will sit at the bar,” Jalys directed her command to the company of nearly a dozen Lyten in full armor. Betta could now see them out of the corner of her eyes.

She skipped to the bar and hopped up on one of the tall stools. She wished she was as tall as the Lyten. It was a little daunting to watch Jalys merely straddle a stool and sit quietly. She wore an aquamarine dress that hugged her curves as she sat. Betta marveled at how so much bear and fur could fit such an outfit and still make it look good.

“Are you old enough to have a Cosmo, little Human?” Jalys asked.

Betta laughed. “I’m 26 cycles this week. I’m plenty old enough for a Cosmo.”

Jalys leaned forward. “You laugh and you sit comfortably in my establishment after insulting me. You’re not an idiot, and you came with plenty of protection, so I can only surmise that you’ve been brainwashed by the feds.”

“More like their indentured servant until I can pay off a debt.”

“Oh?” Jalys inclined her head to the even taller, though lankier, black bear in a tux that appeared on the other side of the bar.

“Madam Jalys.” His voice trembled as he bowed. “How may I be of assistance?”

“Marco, my dear. This… Human female has requested you make her a Cosmo. Do you know it?”

Marco’s eyes widened, revealing thin white at the edge of brown pupils. “That’s an Old Earth drink. I know it. Would you like one as well, Madam?”

Jalys considered and then nodded.

Marco turned his back to them and began pulling bottles.

Betta’s heart fluttered in anticipation. She didn’t miss the way Jalys studied her.

“You’re their prisoner, their slave,” Jalys admonished. “All this time we feared a little girl with a talent for numbers.”

“I’m not a little girl.” Betta tried keep her voice low, but it came out high and sharp.

Jalys laughed this time. A low snorting, guttural sound that came from her chest.

The pink liquid was set before Betta in a fountain glass. It was just the way she imagined it. She lowered her face to suck in the sweet scent through her nostrils. She was surprised to find that it didn’t smell of flowers, rather it smelled unnatural, artificial, not pink and delicious.

“Before we drink.” Jalys placed a paw on Betta’s hand. “Let us get things straight. You realize that you are the trade, my dear?”

Betta looked longingly at the drink and back at Jalys. “I understand how you would make that assumption. This is the first time I’ve been revealed.  A lot of people are looking for me on the darkNet. So, in that respect, you are correct. Consider it a show of faith.

“Over the last decade, we’ve tracked down most of the independent black-market activities on Arys-27. This gave your organization a larger hold on both those commodities and interests. Pilo and the feds feel it is time that you give back.”

“They want a bribe to look the other way?”

“Nothing so crude. They want to legitimize your trade and request you halt any illegal activity.”

Another laugh from Jalys. “Why would we ever agree to that? You said it yourself, it would be inconvenient for Pilo or the feds to stop us.”

Betta did not laugh, nor did she turn her gaze away from Jalys. “Inconvenient, but not impossible.”

Jalys downed the glass of pink liquid in one gulp and Betta felt a pang of envy.

“Is that all you have to say, little Human? Is there more the feds want you to say?”

Reaching for the drink, Betta brought it close to her lips, then set it down as the smell turned her stomach. She really wanted a sip, but the scent warned her that it wouldn’t stay inside for long. Even so, she wanted to experience the Cosmo, and this female bear was starting to worry her. Her training said to stay on the path, but something else, something stronger was warning her that it might be time to back out of The Tabor while it was still safe.

Ignoring her instincts, Betta ploughed ahead. “There are 27 crates on the hauler. The feds are ready to take possession of them. They are supposed to be headed to Alpha, right? I was just telling Bor how much I love Alpha. The people, the vids, the music, the fashion! But I don’t know that anyone really likes the genetic experimentation or the trafficking of non-federation sentient creatures.”

“’Non-federation sentient creatures.’ You sound like one of their advertisements. Listen, Betta Reganta — daughter of George Reganta, smuggled in an Android stasis pod when she was just five years old – listen very carefully. The feds will not touch those crates, and if they try, there will be a ten percent reduction in their force, and George Reganta dies.”

Betta didn’t hesitate though she felt fear for the first time. Someone had to be speaking in Jalys’s ear just like the feds were chattering in her own. She said, steadying her voice as she went, “And if my father dies, you and I die together.”

“Enough. Enough,” Jalys said. “You’re just their puppet. I mean for them to hear me. Betta, if your father dies, it will be the fault of the feds. We are done here!”

Betta reached for the Cosmo. A clawed hand pulled her away before she could put it to her lips. Grasping the glass in her hands, she raised it as they moved. Before the sweet liquid could pass her lips, her ears buzzed and the glass fell to the ground and shattered.

“Team 81-B has moved in to acquire.”

There were several federal agents in the room now, their skull caps deep black to match their eyes, which changed when in combat mode. Each of them had rifles out, bearing down on the armored bears in the room.

Jalys waved a single claw, her eyes meeting Betta’s. “Today,” she said sadly, “you are free, Betta Reganta.”

Every agent in the room dropped to the floor unmoving. The buzz in her ear became a squelch that became an unnerving silence.

“What did you do?” Betta asked, her voice came out as a squeak.

“I executed a failsafe I had hoped I would never have to use. They forced my hand. I’m sorry for your loss.” Jalys said.

“What do you mean?” Betta knew what she meant. There was a little sliver of hope in her mind that begged it wasn’t what she thought. “What else did you do?”

“Just like you, I report to someone, and that someone makes these types of decisions. I warned you.”

Betta felt the strength give out in her legs for the second time in her life and she dropped to her knees. This time the feel of biting glass brought her mind back to the present. “You killed them all. You killed them. My dad?”

A claw was on her shoulder, holding her down before she even thought to rise. Reaching down, Betta grabbed a piece of broken glass and lunged for Jalys. Bor caught her movement easily, the light snap of her wrist breaking was the only warning she had before the pain came. Bor secured her in a tight hug against his armor.

Jalys knelt to make eye-contact, her sharp teeth showing. “You foolish, brave, little slave. I begged for your life. You showed more honor than the feds when you came into The Tabor. I couldn’t save your father, but you, my dear. You impress me. You have 48 hours to get off-planet. That’s as long as my protection holds.”

Betta made another motion to strike and felt something hard hit the back of her head. She collapsed into Bor’s chest, her vision going dark.

♦ ♦ ♦

Betta awoke on the glider.  The console to her side doubled then became one console, then doubled again. She closed her eyes and pain radiated from the back of her head and into her neck. When she tried to lift herself up, her wrist bent limply and she cried out in pain.

Her mask was in place and her oxygen read-out was at seventy-five percent. She was at ninety-eight percent when she entered the Tabor. That meant she’d been on oxygen for over an hour.

Getting into a sitting position, being sure not to use her wrist, she cleared the dust from the console with the other hand. The console was already signed into her personal account. Betta tapped the box on the screen and somber music blared about the glider. There was only one piece of news that came with that music.

A company avatar for Pilo Corporation appeared. It was a cartoonish head of a dark-haired man with an olive complexion.

“Hello, Betta Jane Reganta,” said the avatar in an announcer voice common to most Pilo Corporation avatars.

“With our deepest condolences we must inform you of the death of your father, George Perry Reganta. He was a valued employee of Pilo Corporation. Sadly, he was the victim of a hole in our safety policies for which we whole-heartedly take responsibility. As such, in your time of grieving we are offering you, Betta Jane Reganta, compensation for our fault. Once you acknowledge receipt of this message, your account will be credited and all liability to Pilo Corporation will be absolved. Again, we are sorry for your loss, but hope this meager form of compensation will aid you during your time of sorrow.”

For a long time, the music swelled, then reached its crescendo as the avatar and Betta seemed to stare at one another.

“Dad? He’s gone?”

The avatar stared back, waiting.

Her eyes started to tear as the sad music restarted. Taking a series of shallow breaths, she laid her hand across the console.

“Thank you for your acknowledgement, Betta Jane Reganta. Your account has been credited.”

The screen returned to her email provider.

And just like that, Betta had no family left in the entire galaxy.

For a time, she sat there, her head cradled in her arms, weeping softly. She felt like an idiot for thinking she could outsmart the black-market dealers on Arys-27. Betta had gone in so confident that she could beat them with her lists in her head and her infallible memory. The field training with the feds was useless rabble in her brain and, in the end, she’d never thought her father would be in danger. Not once did she consider the danger of revealing her identity would mean for him. It hurt even more knowing that he had always done everything to protect her, and not once did she think to protect him. Everyone said the feds couldn’t be hacked. That was always their message.

Their message. Betta halted her sobbing. Had Jalys always been hacked into the feds? It made sense. Every bust, every account that Betta linked never pointed at Jalys. In fact, they were only following bread crumbs in hopes of setting up a meeting with the head of the organization they didn’t even have a name for. That meant she’d been manipulated for years. Was it possible she never really had any type of talent, that her bust on organized black-market dealings on Arys-27 had all been orchestrated by Jalys?

Betta was ready to hide further into her cocoon of sorrow and self-doubt when a chime sounded, notifying Betta that another email reached her account. Sitting up, she reached out and opened the package.

A man of similar mahogany complexion appeared on the screen. Normally, his face was smeared with grime and his hair cropped and tightly curled from lack of care. The man who sat before her was clean-cut with a clear face. And his eyes didn’t hold the weariness she recalled.

“Hey, baby.” Her father smiled sadly at the camera. “If you got this, that means I’m dead. I’m sorry.”

Betta couldn’t stop the return of the sudden sob that struck her lungs or the tears that poured down her face. The pain that pushed out the racking moans and cries wouldn’t leave her body or even lessen its attack. Instead, it grew stronger, threatening to paralyze her entirely.

“Don’t cry.” His voice caught and he cleared his throat before continuing. “Look, I always felt bad about raising you here. I thought we’d have a future when we left Earth. After your momma died, and work dried up, it didn’t feel right not trying something crazy like joining a mining team off-planet. But we both know how that turned out. It feels like no matter how many times I think I’m making the right decision, it ends up costing somewhere down the line. No matter. I still gotta try, right?”

Betta’s eyes narrowed and her sobbing slowed. “What did you do, Daddy?”

“And I know you hated this place. I know you hated that I brought you here. And even though you never said it, I know you hated being a slave to the feds.”

Betta sat up straight. That was the same word Jalys used to describe her time with the feds. It couldn’t be coincidence.

“So, as my penance,” her father continued, “I’ve been investing all the creds I could. I got as much life insurance and took all those high-risk jobs that come with bonuses. And I might have traded a personal favor here and there.” He grinned now. “And now, if I’m dead, I can finally buy you a real future.

“I got you a station. Your very own station. I mean, it’s crude, but it’s got the best air scrubbers, I hear. I checked on the suppliers for inventory and they’re all certified, and it’s even got federal protection. Now you own the whole lot with some controlling shares belonging to Pilo, but that couldn’t be avoided. The main thing is that you get a higher profit share. And with your special talents…” He clapped his hands in excitement. “You’ll be rich in no time! You can sell it and buy yourself some planet paradise and sit pretty.”

Betta laughed, despite the pain in her chest, head, and wrist. “You’re such an ass. Are you kidding?”

“Baby. I wish I could be there to watch you work your magic.” He grew somber now, looking away from the camera. “But it doesn’t work like that. I would have never made enough just with bonuses. The details are attached to this email. They’ll put you in stasis. It’s about a 30-year trip, but the work is up to you. It’s all I could give you, a chance to get out of this agreement with the feds and have a real life. Whoo!” he yelled, smacking his hands together again. “You can do it, baby!”

The word “stasis” hung in her mind for a moment. She saw the top to her old metallic pod closing her in, then the last one that she spent ten cycles peering at in a sleepy daze while information was pumped into her brain. 30 years was three times what she had spent in the android stasis pod.

The air wheezed out of her chest as Betta laid back on the hard seats of the glider. She wiped her face dry with her good hand while keeping her eyes on her father in an attempt to will him back to life.

“I love you, baby,” he said softly, his grin almost crazed as he waved.

The image ended with an attachment that detailed the deal he made, the space station that she now owned. He’d named it – of course – Betta’s Station.

“I love you, Daddy,” Betta said softly into the silence.

Already her mind was making lists and linking items of need with the sector of space he had chosen. Her fingers were jumping for the console to put her plans in motion when the next mail alert popped up. Betta touched the screen to open it. A familiar face with green eyes and a cut jaw appeared.

“Hello, little one.”

Betta grit her teeth. “Mister Jenkins.”

“I was sorry to hear about your father. My condolences. I find it oddly coincidental such a tragedy should befall him a week after you complete your time with Pilo. Again, they are taking full liability. Hmm. If it were me, and I say this as a friend, and there was some way for me to get off-planet, I would encourage you to take it… immediately.”

Betta slapped her hand across the console. “Call Jenkins!”

The screen appeared with his answering service. “Executive Jenkins is not answering calls at this time. Please leave a message or select a time when he is free. Thank you.”

She ended the call. Mister Jenkins had rarely contacted her since their first meeting. He’d never reached out to her personally in the past. Did he also know about Jalys? Had Mister Jenkins worked this out with her father? Was more of the fed compromised than she realized?

Betta groaned, clutching her head in both hands only to yelp at the pain in her left wrist.

That voice in her head, the one that looped in the background with all the useless knowledge, whispered, “Fall back. This is an opportunity. Take it.”

Jalys warned her that she had 48 hours. She’d nearly lost two. That gave her 46 hours or less and then…

Betta worked as quickly as she could with one hand, using the console to its fullest. By now, she knew that the glider was headed for Green Sector, the only way off this planet. Clenching her teeth against her pain, her sorrow, and the growing anger in her gut, Betta made more lists than she had ever in all her life and linked them in order to reach the best outcome. A space station. She could work with that.

Three hours later, Betta sat alone in the Transport Clinic. Her wrist was healed and there was no sign of a concussion. The final examination for interstellar travel was in the green, which meant there was little risk that she’d never wake up, or that stasis would kill her. At some point, during the testing, she hoped she failed. Sadly, she was healthy. Not only healthy, she was stamped safe for multiple trips.

Now, sitting before the open pod, she considered running. She could just run out of the clinic all the way to her chamber and be protected by the feds forever. She could probably sell the space station for a good price and live comfortably on Arys-27.

Betta shook her head. How long before they came for her? How long before the entire fed network was completely hacked and she was being used by the black-market? Not only that, she’d be wasting the opportunity her father worked so hard to deliver.

“Are you ready, Miss?”

The tech was tall and lanky. Her dark hair was longer than most, but it was thick and luxurious. Betta touched her own short-cropped hair. Perhaps she would get extensions in her new role. But first… first she had to get in the box.

“I bet you get all types, huh?” Betta asked softly, looking from the pod to the tech.

The tech placed her tablet on a nearby table. “Nervous, huh?”

“Yeah. I had a bad experience when I was a kid,” Betta said.

The tech put a hand on her shoulder and Betta felt a pinch.

“Happens all the time,” the tech said.

There was a swirl of color, and then nothing.

Chapter Three

Hesitation

“Promise me, you won’t look in the package, fam,” Olly said, his eyes skeptical, though his look pleading.

“Look, I can’t promise anything, Ol,” Jadis replied

“But that’s one of the main conditions. You want the marks, right? This deal will net you millions. All you have to do is drop the crates in dock 27, look the other way, and poof it’s all handled. You got millions, I got millions, and we don’t know shit.”

In his dealings over the years on the power station, Jadis found himself more and more entrenched with people like Olly. He didn’t care for it, but he needed high marks if he wanted to get the surgery to become completely reptilian. In the twelve cycles he’d spent in this sector, he could find no surgeon willing or knowledgeable enough. The consensus was there was only one, and he was in Alpha, and Alpha meant high marks for the trip. Once Jadis arrived, he’d also need marks to survive, and who knew how much it would take to pay a mad scientist to do mad scientist stuff?

As such, he had to deal with questionable characters like Olly and the occasional dodgy deal. At least, that was true before the news hit about the new colony. Now all types of machinations were entering his mind that could get him free of off-the-board deals.

News was slow in space. On Tagmus, he’d merely had to hit the SpaceNet and he’d have an update for the entire sector with their repeater satellites in deep space. Now, he waited for tight beams that would come at intervals that were calculated, but seemed random. Especially when the news was months old.

Jadis had already made a bid for the derelict station in the path of the new colony only to learn that it was already bought, already had a name. That was an inconvenience, but one he hoped to remedy soon. He didn’t know what a Betta was, but he was sure he could wrangle it out of their hands with the right deal. Then he’d have all the profits from the colony traffic, sell the station, and make his way to Alpha.

“Look, fam. Just send one of your lackeys to collect, right? The less you know the better,” Olly said.

“And if I send any of my employees, they report back to the royal court and in a few years we deal with the consequences,” Jadis said.

“Right. I keep forgetting your princess girlfriend is always keeping tabs.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Lover?” Olly raised dark eyebrows against platinum blond locks. It was an obvious affectation with his brown skin.

“Friend. Just like you, Olly.”

“Not what I heard. Or did you want to share a pool with me and swap—”

“Anyway, Olly. I’ll be doing the transport, no matter. I won’t look in the crates if I don’t have to. I need this deal, right?” Jadis raised his own brows.

“Right. That’s the spirit. Get in it, Jadis Ter!” Olly yelped.

The holographic image of Olly vanished and Jadis was left with a blank wall to greet him. Stuffing down his frustration with how trapped he felt doing business this way, he sent the command for his personal vessel to ready. He then delegated most of his obligations to one of the many mangers under his command. He liked to select them randomly when he left the station. He knew they considered it a test of their abilities. This, and many other facts, he learned from hacking their communications. Since he’d made the cybernetic upgrade he’d reveled in the opportunities that arrived.

Not only could he monitor each and every one of his managers by hacking their chambers, he could create simple copies of his consciousness to monitor their actions. When he was ready, he could easily reabsorb the memories of the separate consciousness and experiences into himself.

The implants had their downside. He needed to sleep very little, and yet his mind raced. It wanted to be challenged, and, as of yet, he was constantly bored.

In the end, it meant that he was most definitely going to be looking to see what was in those crates. It also meant he was going to do it in the most discrete way he could imagine. Why would anyone pay millions to send a bunch of crates to Alpha off-the-record? Something sweet had to be in those crates and if he could get even a tiny piece of that action he might be that much closer to Alpha.

The notification came that his vessel was ready and in pre-flight. He wasn’t surprised to see more than a few of the managers lining the corridor as he walked to his ship.

Manager Kim was the first to meet him. It was the way they worked out things amongst themselves. Kim would be the one in charge while he was away. That gave him the first opportunity to brown-nose.

“It is a great honor, my lord. I will not disappoint. You may travel freely knowing I will continue to keep output optimum.” Kim said this in a hurried speech as Jadis picked up the pace.

Manger Li’em was next, his heavy green form not even attempting to match strides. His forked tongue tasted the air and he bowed deep. “You have great confidence in your next task. I wish you luck, Sal’um pe.”

Jadis refused to pause though the title made his chest burn. It was another reminder that he was a beloved pet to the king, not offspring, not blood. He walked onward, encountering his final manager.

Manager Tylen bowed respectively, though his eyes betrayed his nature. “Should I ask what dark deals our CEO hurries to?”

Having made his share of dark deals with Manager Tylen, Jadis was not disturbed by the man’s words. “Something I’m supposed to keep a blind eye to, so you keep extra vigilant, Tylen. This one feels different.”

“Yes, sir,” Tylen said, his mischievous tone gone.

♦ ♦ ♦

The Endeavor was a custom cruiser that was good for short trips into the outer reaches of this sector. Jadis spent nearly as much as he made running the power station upgrading it into a long-range vessel. He had a reptilian pod onboard that would easily allow him to enter into a forced hibernation state rather than the stasis pods that Humans used. Every waking moment, he’d spent studying his own biology, sending samples to “experts”, but it was still questionable whether he could maintain hibernation for long periods. Granted, it was obvious that he aged slowly, much like the Lyten and the Drafers, but the risk was that it wouldn’t work and he’d spend a hundred years completely conscious while waiting to reach Alpha, or he could go into a permanent hibernation. The fact was he still needed a stasis pod in case there were any issues on his route to Alpha. The dampers were also low grade and had a tendency to short out when given too much push or gee. The artificial gravity was not strong, nor was it necessary for the trip, but it would be if he encountered any resistance. The most important part of the journey would be oxygen and fuel reserves. He had enough storage for about a five-year journey, not a hundred-year trek.

His latest upgrade had been purely self-indulgent. He’d wanted his own pond away from the power station where he could swim freely and wet his gills without onlookers gawking at his mutations. In the Endeavor, he could be completely nude, relax and allow his mind to drift. In those moments, his mind turned to D’yanna. His body performed a release of sorts when she was strongest in his thoughts. Sadly, it always ended in disappointment and self-loathing. It was obvious his body wanted her. She was also his only friend. If he were not some genetic experiment cast into the cosmos, if he were a true reptilian, like D’yanna, he could have become something more to her.

Once the pre-flight check was complete, Jadis set a course for the mining planet, Lidaris One. It was a ten-hour flight, which meant time to swim and think about his next move.

Ten hours later, he was garbed in his public attire. A black scarf to cover the moisture pads on the gills at both sides of his neck, a short shirt, overlaid with a black vest to disguise his misshapen form of scaled torso and ant-like abdomen, and a pair of heavy trousers to conceal his thickened, furry thighs. The vest served another function as it was inundated with many hidden pockets, concealing various knives, a set of pulse pistols, and a few gadgets he’d bought from shady dealers in dark alleys. The worker boots were large and bulbous to hide his massive toes, though the heels had a hidden compartment for another blade. A trench coat completed the attire, it’s lining a nanite mesh that tricked any scanner in believing that he carried nothing that would be considered a threat.

The Endeavor entered the atmosphere of Lidaris One with a sudden tremble that caused Jadis to strap into the black captain chair on his main deck. There were other chairs at various stations that stood empty. The deck was normally quiet, save for the sound of ventilators, oxygen scrubbers and the perpetual hum of the ship’s engines. Now there was the tremble of turbulence and the sound of metal resisting. Another breath, or perhaps two, and the trembling eased into a smooth and steady deceleration to the planet surface.

He’d made arrangements with flight control for Lidaris One hours before his arrival. As such, his vessel was immediately taken control of by the automated system. He kept watch for any deception that might toss him into a mountain side or hit the landing site with a little too much acceleration. The trip was without any issues, as it always was. Jadis breathed a sigh of relief when he reached the coordinates with the slight hiss of the landing gear. The feel of true gravity took over.

The pre-flight checks were already in motion while he opened the two cargo bays at his port side. His scanners indicated that he’d landed in a mining camp off an Orange site. Such places rarely had interplanetary traffic due to the unstable mines beneath. This was some really out-of-the-range-of-people-and-places type of deal. It was described as a simple smuggling run, which did not ring true to Jadis.

The scanners also indicated high-end mining equipment. None of it was operational. The buzzing in his head forced him to clamp down on his own operating frequencies. There were feds all over this area, but they were observing. He could feel them, one cybernetically enhanced mind to another.

This was a front like none he’d ever seen in his short career on the power station. What in the stars were these people trying to get him to smuggle?

Jadis swaggered down the gang plank as it touched the soft soil. The light of day was a constant hue of violet. It was gentle on humanoid eyes, and also illuminated the area well enough to identify the snipers hidden in the rocky encroachments surrounding the camp.

There were eight crates in all. The black cubes were twice his height. The width was seven to eight meters. Two men carried rifles that did not look standard, though they were pointed downward. The men held them lazily, their hands not too distant from the triggers, though not necessarily close either.

Jadis immediately discerned that there was no chance he could take these people down. In fact, he decided to be extra careful about his manners when he reached them.

“Salutations and greetings,” Jadis said over the hum of his engines.

The man on the right pulled a tablet from one of the many pockets on his black gear. Jadis was immediately curious about the gear and whether he could get the specs. His mind lit up with various information provided by their suits on an open channel that Jadis piggy-backed and stored for future usage.

“Eight packages. You deliver this to docking station 132, no questions, and no looking. Each crate has a tamper proof seal. If you look, you die. If you peak, you die. No marks, no deal,” the man on the right said gruffly.

“Well, of course, no deal, I’d be dead. I got it. I was told marks—”

“You’ll see the marks once the last crate is on your ship.”

“Agreed,” Jadis said. Their manner gave him the impression it was better if he played the subservient type.

The man on the left waved a hand and the crates were loaded into the bays. It took only a few minutes over the rocky terrain with the magnetic fork-lifts. Jadis kept his gaze on the two men the entire time, and they in turn held up their end of the staring contest.

Jadis admitted defeat first. “Thank you for your business. I will be underway then?”

“Do not break the terms of our agreement.”

Jadis offered another bow and returned to his ship. He closed the bay doors and the ramp, muttering to himself as he did a sweep for spy equipment. There were nearly ten. He disabled these after he had clearance from traffic control.

Twenty minutes later he was on course for his station and easing into the first cargo bay.

“Do not break the terms of our agreement,” Jadis mocked as he reconfigured the scanner in his hand.

Most likely the crates were set with alarms for any type of radiation or active scanning tech. He was better off with a passive scan to detect anything that the crates might be broadcasting. The crates looked to be of some advanced material that was familiar.

Seconds later, he was cross-referencing the specification of the crates with manufacturers before he found one that matched perfectly. It took every ounce of self-control within him to not complete a full scan on the crates.

They were pods. There were either people in those crates, or there were about to be people in those crates. Jadis checked the weight distribution against the specifications from the manufacturer, and concluded that there were definitely people in the crates. He calculated the offset and soon had running figures for the weights of the individuals. There was really only one conclusion and he really hated himself for recognizing it.

So, for the next nine and a half hours, Jadis agonized over how to handle the situation. Was it possible this was a legitimate transaction? Not if they were going below board and Jadis was involved. Was it possible that he was wrong? The figures were pretty exact and it would take something really outrageous to make it false. Did he really feel this was worth dying over, or even losing his reputation with the black market? Was this the line he couldn’t cross?

That last one answered the question loud and clear. That was the one line he couldn’t cross.

Jadis Ter sent a request to the feds on his console, and immediately felt more than a little drowsy. Before he completely passed out, he sent an encoded message to the feds.

“You have to save the kids,” he wheezed, pushing send, and letting the darkness engulf him entirely.

Chapter Four

A Meeting Goes Wrong

Jadis was in and out of consciousness for nearly a week as his body fought the effects of the poison he’d inhaled. By the time he was able enough to be aware of his surroundings, he knew it was too late to raise any alarms. Instead, he sat in the bed of the clinic on his power station, fuming quietly. The medic that checked on him regularly also did so in silence after the first time he’d snapped.

Sitting quietly, he replayed his digital memories of the men he’d spoken with on the planet. Their faces were blurred, and, for what was probably the hundredth time, Jadis attempted to clear the blur mask, but with no luck. Whoever hacked his system knew exactly what they were doing and his capabilities.

All of his accounts on the darkNet were empty of marks. His official accounts that were federally monitored still held just under a half million marks, but there were salaries to be paid and upkeep for the station. Once the monthly transfer was complete, Jadis normally had about 40 thousand marks remaining for his living expenses. That meant he had to go back to the old paradigm of saving his marks and living thrifty. The fuel he’d consumed on his journey to the plant was nearly 10 thousand marks to refill.

Clinching and unclinching a single dark fist, Jadis gritted his teeth and attempted to push aside the thought that continued to stoke his anger. Those accounts on the darkNet had amassed nearly three million marks. All gone.

Worse yet, he didn’t save any of the kids in those pods.

Jadis slammed his fist down on the bedside table, startling another young medic who had just entered. The medic turned back in the direction he came and walked away quickly.

Manager Tylen sauntered into the room, an index finger brushing his thin mustache. “Jadis.”

“Tylen.”

“Are you coherent now?” Tylen asked.

“I suppose.”

To his credit, Jadis Ter tried to lift his tone, but he couldn’t get past all the guilt in his gut. If he had never taken the job he’d know nothing about those kids. Even his efforts at the end did nothing to help them and now all he felt was completely useless. Jadis never considered himself to be a hero, but he also never thought he was evil, but now…

Tylen’s soft hands caught his fist before he could set it down. “You’re unnerving the staff, Jadis.”

“What’s it matter? I couldn’t save them. I can’t even save myself,” Jadis said in anguish.

“Is that what this is about? You risked your life to send the feds a message, and you barely survived. I think you did everything within your power,” Tylen assured him.

Jadis heard from the medic how the dock workers were the first to his ship, unloading the cargo quickly before another vessel, whose id was obviously counterfeit, undocked and made a direct course to Alpha at full thrust. It was hours before the block on his communications was removed and his message to the feds was released. From that point forward, the station was a chaotic mess of feds, medics, and administrators. The station sensors detected the poison first, and the cargo bay was cleared as environmental suits were donned and emergency hazard pay protocols were in place. That took fifty percent of what he saved.

The feds insisted on checking the cargo bays first. When it was revealed all the bays were empty, they allowed a small group to the bridge where they found Jadis. The environmental controls on the ship sealed the chamber shut when it first detected the poison. There was no recycling of air, no addition of new air, only the poison laced stale air that waited for a single breath to take it away. The working theory was that his body had detected the poison and placed Jadis into a forced hibernation.

The rest he could piece together. The medics couldn’t tell what most of the readouts meant for a creature of his design. Was he dying? Would he ever come out of the hibernation state? Was it dangerous to force him out?

In the end, they’d attached an oxygen mask to his face and monitored his condition. Other than a weakness in his limbs and shame in his heart, Jadis felt normal. His torso froze while his thighs sweat with heat. His abdomen cramped and shifted, while the blood that coursed through his veins hiccupped through a series of three hearts that beat in a consecutive motion that forced blood to circulate. Every three beats felt like his last when he was a boy. They shook his whole body with the fear that each tick was an attack.

Tylen released his hand, and Jadis gently lowered it to his bedside.

“Do you have something to report?” Jadis asked.

“A small contingent of our federal support are in pursuit. They probably won’t intercept until they’re near Alpha. At that point, the feds might be able to liberate the kids onboard,” Tylen said.

“I’ll have to figure out a way to see that they’re liberated, but first I’m going to need marks. All my contacts are a wash. You know anything?”

“As far as your old friends are concerned, you’re a risky commodity and not to be trusted. I don’t think you’ll be able to recover your reputation with them for at least a few decades. Which leaves only legitimate ventures.”

“You heard anything from the miners?”

“The usual. Altap Division swears they have sights on some serious pockets of deuterium on one of the moons at the outer edges. A group of… entrepreneurs… reported an asteroid field near Olia V. It’s risky, but if we had the equipment we might be able to find a good source from those floating rocks.”

“Who’s got those kinds of resources out here?”

Altap was not always wasted money on exploration, but they never had the capital to do much with their findings. They were always looking for investors, and, after several failed investments, Jadis was done with the company. Others were hunkered down in the sure bet, which were the moons that his power stations were aligned to provide for. None of the other companies were willing to release equipment for an independent venture. Not to mention the fuel and personnel needed.

“There’s always Betta’s Station,” Tylen said.

“You mean the derelict being rebuilt?” Jadis asked.

“Yes. If you look over their inventory list, you’ll find they had some mining equipment that was originally stored on the station.”

“Why am I just hearing about this?”

“The list was made public with the sale. If you could convince the owner—”

Jadis swiveled his legs over the side of the bed, fighting a wave of dizziness with the move.

“Easy Jadis. I’m told the new owner won’t arrive for another decade. She’s in stasis en route.”

“She has to have someone in charge while she’s out. I’ll speak to that person.”

“Slow down,” Tylen said, easing him back onto the bed with a hand on his shoulder. “They aren’t going anywhere. You need your strength to make a deal like that.”

“If the feds don’t find those kids—”

“Then you won’t have any luck either. Get your strength back and then head to the station.”

With a weary sigh that drained what strength he had left, Jadis gave up his efforts to climb out of bed and slumped back in a heap. His breathing came shallowly and pockets of sweat released from his torso and nether regions, though his forehead was dry.

Tylen activated the holo interface above his head.

“You have an urgent message waiting. It’s been in the queue for a few days now.”

“D’yanna?” Jadis asked weakly while attempting to force himself back into a semi-sitting position.

Tylen nodded.

“I’ll watch it alone. Anything else?”

“Formalities. We have some authorizations for a power increase and the Miner’s Holiday is a few months away. Many are asking if we are hosting.”

Jadis felt slightly relieved. The Miner’s Holiday came once a year and usually led to some profit. In the past, he had a better inventory to supply them with all types of pleasures, but now he was reduced to what was in storage. It would take care of the next two holidays, but he’d have to figure something out for the remaining.

“We’ll host this year. I’ve lost some friends in this sector, but I doubt they will all avoid me when presented with the right opportunities. You know who to contact?”

Tylen frowned. “You don’t have many marks to work with, Jadis.”

“Then ask for credit—” Jadis began.

“Your credit rating is now on the questionable side,” Tylin interrupted.

“Then tell them I’m calling in all my favors from over the years.”

“That might work this year,” Tylen said, “but I don’t know about the next.”

“You are not cheering me up. In fact, you’ve been nothing but a dark cloud since you came in here, Tylen. Are you worried that your credit rating will drop by association?”

A finger brushed Tylen’s left mustache in irritation. “It already has. I’ll forward you the authorizations.”

Jadis watched the tall man rise silently. For years, they’d plotted together, stolen together and shared illicit inventory together. And now, because of his damned bleeding hearts, it was all over.

“When do you leave?” Jadis asked.

Tylen barked out a laugh. “You’d think I’d abandon you now? Our fates are tied together, Jadis Ter. No, now we rebuild, and this time we’re partners. Fifty-fifty. If it gets too dirty, you put my hands in it from now on. Got it?”

Jadis lowered his head, blinking away something wet in his eyes. “Just no kids, Tylen.”

Tylen quietly sauntered away.

Jadis lifted his head after some time. “Play messages.”

D’yanna’s reptilian façade appeared above his head. The focus pulled back and revealed her laying prone while small reptilian pups suckled at her nipples.

“Hello, my friend. As you can see, I’ve had the litter. My little princes are all strong. There were no fatalities, and my husband is proud.”

A small smile lifted his features without his permission. “At least you’re happy.”

D’yanna’s sharp grin receded. “I’m sorry, Jadis. You know what I would have wished for, but that I cannot say in this message. Even so, I believe this is the best we could make of the situation. I have my pups and a good male. He will do well if Father ever decides to pass on his throne and die.”

Jadis laughed, thinking of the muscular behemoth that was her father. Unless there was foul play, the king would live for a few centuries more before even weakening in the slightest.

“I hope you are doing well. I hear rumors. Well, I hear reports that you have become famous for your ability to turn a quick profit. It is best if you keep a low profile. Father still has influence in that sector and though it would take a few years, he would cut off his… support… rather easily if needed. Be careful, my friend.”

There was a squeak from one of the pups suckling and a burp from another. This was followed by a gasp from D’yanna as she cupped all six of them in a single forearm. Her forked tongue flickered over their wet scales.

“They are really very rude, Jadis. I will teach them their manners before they meet you. Be ready to chastise them.”

For the second time, Jadis blinked away the wetness beneath his lids.

“Be well, my Jadis,” D’yanna said softly.

The image faded from the dark room. Jadis kept his eyes on the ceiling where D’yanna had once been before giving into the weakness coursing through his body. His eyes fluttered shut. A single tear made its escape down his cheek as he took up a raucous snore that echoed against the walls of his clinic.

♦ ♦ ♦

Recovering to full health was not something that happened to Jadis overnight. There were days when he would be able to keep awake and energized for nearly two hours before he collapsed. Once he even fell into a full hibernation for two weeks. When he awoke he found himself secreting a strange black fluid from one of his glands. His instincts told him to devour it quickly before anyone could see, but he’d learned as a child to ignore such impulses. Instead, he called in one of the janitorial staff with the offer of a few extra marks if the job was done quietly.

A woman in an environmental suit appeared an hour later and vaporized his discharges with a few laser bursts that left ash and the smell of burning flesh. Jadis nodded his approval with a fearful smile when she turned to him, the laser tool pointed in his direction. The last thing he needed was to die by unintentional laser fire. He wasted no time transferring the marks to her account.

A quick check of his account revealed he was nearly out of funds. Sorting through his messages, Jadis came across several maintenance requests and sign offs from Manager Tylen as his proxy. Jadis gave his final approval to the transactions, then began slumping through the less immediate requests. He only passed out twice during this review.

The next day, he was feeling himself again. All that he craved was a swim in his pool. As he opened a window in his mind to authorize usage of his vessel, he was hit by several federal quarantine warnings. With a groan and a curse, Jadis Ter rose from his sickbed and decided to meet the universe head on.

Jadis was fifteen pounds lighter, though his heavy boots struck the floor with the same intensity as they had when he was in perfect health. Employees that walked the halls, gave him a wide berth and bowed respectfully as he passed. Ignoring them, Jadis made his way to the federal level.

♦ ♦ ♦

What he learned in those years without black market access was that a desperate man becomes a resourceful man. He needed marks, white marks, the kind of monetary exchange that was legitimate. That meant real trade, real profit. If he was going to buy Betta's Station, he needed a substantial offer to change the mind of the new owner.

Jadis took out heavy loans, which were not too difficult given that he was backed by Drafer Royalty. He collected, made contacts with miners on both moons, and provided hard to get items that were questionable, but legally sound. He even dedicated two sections of each Power Station to synthesize middle grade items that could not be found in this sector of space. Was the quality on the lower end? Yes, but it was better than nothing and his prices were far lower, not to mention the time he saved his clients in delivery was a great perk. Most of the Humans would have been going through their first rejuvenation if they ordered outside the sector.

In five cycles, his name was his brand. His employees were having trouble keeping up with demand. Most of the loans were paid back with interest within the first two years, though there were some he took his time to pay, saving a portion of his profits to invest in savings to buy Betta's Station outright.

Ten cycles in, he received notification that the new Executive Administrator of Betta's Station had arrived in stasis. She wasn't scheduled for revival for another five cycles, but he felt he'd waited long enough. The new owner was scheduled in another fifteen cycles, and where would he be then? He needed to put his plans in place early, and he needed someone on the inside.

The years had passed without a word from D'yanna. His heart ached to think of her with someone else, sharing a family with another male that was being treated like true offspring to her father. He still had a hundred-year trek to Alpha to undertake. He needed a much larger pool of profit if he wanted to be with D'yanna as a true Drafer.

That was when he decided to force the timeline to his liking.

It was no surprise that the derelict station was still having security issues as a result of its long dormancy. Jadis was able to slip into the docking bay security node and give himself high-level access. An hour later, he was docked, pressurized, and waiting tensely for any resistance on the other side. The doors opened in a gust, revealing the large and mostly empty docking bay.

Jadis accessed the station’s interface again, searching for the location of the Executive Administrator. The system was obviously corrupted. In the middle of the search, the interface would return garbage characters that would fill his field of vision until the docking bay was hidden. Eventually, his legs began to ache. A metallic bench was positioned near the airlock doors and Jadis sat, clearing his interface, and trying again.

Another hour passed as he studied the communication schematics and discovered the areas that were listed as faults. Duplicating his consciousness into an artificial entity required resources from the station itself, which was limited. But he couldn’t see any other way around it. He needed to physically find the areas at fault, relay or activate power nodes to access the rest of the station, and gain access to the main database.

The image of a pseudo-Jadis appeared beside him, their movements duplicated until he gave the representation independence.

“I’ll get to work,” Pseudo-Jadis said, the image vanishing.

Jadis cleared his interface and stood. Even in the light gravity, his thighs were sore from sitting. At the far end of the bay were stacks of black boxes that he knew were employees in stasis boxes, waiting for their timers to go off and bring them back to life.

Crossing the long bay floors, Jadis exited the doors to the main corridor, his heavy steps echoing against the titanium walls. The corridor was cold and dark, causing him to clutch the lapels of his coat closed. Blinking, a single set of white lids covered his eyes, and his night vision activated. The long corridor stretched on with a greenish hue, the computer terminals an outline of crimson and blue that shifted if he focused too closely.

Jadis opened the nearest terminal and entered the sequence to bring power to this section. Light blossomed across the corridor, blinding him momentarily, and causing him to blink away the lids that helped him to see in the dark. The chatter in the back of his mind, the other Jadis, communicated that he had access and would reintegrate soon.

It was a few minutes more of standing and waiting. Then Pseudo-Jadis was there, becoming a part of Jadis again, and he knew everything that his former consciousness knew.

The Executive Administrator was on the second level of the docking bay in Box 89. It was an easy walk and he was grateful for the time to stretch his legs and actually move with a purpose. There was no one to encounter in the quiet corridors, though he knew he’d see some feds in time. Activating power in this section would not go unnoticed. He hoped he could get what he needed out of the Executive Administrator, Teena Maverick, before it was too late.

By the time he stepped off the lift and onto the second level of the docking bay, the automated hydraulic bots were delivering Box 89 in a nearby unloading area. Jadis stayed behind the yellow-checkered line and waited for the box to make its final journey from the far end of the docking bay to where he stood. The outer covering was stripped away to reveal a silver oblong that was put into a standing position. A transparent window revealed a woman with dark hair and light brown skin that looked mottled and pale.

The box was old. Probably one of the oldest he’d encountered in a long time. Looking over her profile, he could see that Teena Maverick had been in stasis for nearly two hundred years. Who would pick an administrator that was two hundred years behind?

Jadis activated the box and pressed the “recovery” button and waited. All he needed was her agreement to make the sell happen. He planned to pay her twice what this Betta offered. On top of that, he’d even make the deal sweeter for Betta. Managing and running a station would be far harder than a load of marks that could see her through a lifetime.

The stasis pod whirred and hummed as it revived its occupant. Through the visor, Jadis could see muscles twitch and pull on the face of the new Administrator as her body and mind were brought back to life. He watched as the mottled pattern of her flesh took on a smoothing process, her lips becoming soft, lighter-colored pieces of living flesh with shades of pink further back into her mouth. The paleness was nearly gone now. Blood flowed quickly through this Human. Next was life. Teena Maverick opened her eyes, dark pools that were vacant at first, then suddenly full.

Jadis smiled and Teena screamed, the sound muffled by the stasis box.

♦ ♦ ♦

The door to the pod slid open and a shivering mass of nude woman fell into his arms. Jadis managed to keep her cold flesh close while removing his coat and wrapping it around bare shoulders. He’d thought it would be simple. He’d come in, have a conversation, leave with a contract in hand and close the stasis pod.

“Who?” Teena Maverick managed hoarsely.

“Jadis. I’m called Jadis. Take it easy. Do you need something?”

Teena’s face turned up to him, her shivered gasps smelling sour and sick. Her lips tried to form words, but nothing came out. Then a dry tongue ran over dry lips. Jadis understood. He brought up the station’s schematic again. There were facilities toward the back of the bay, and he could get water there. He lifted her into his arms without thinking and walked quickly.

He sat her on one of the benches outside the facility. Finding a ration kit along with a med kit, he soon had her drinking packets of water and throwing back more than a few hydration tablets.

“Where’s the staff?” Teena asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Were you sent by Pilo? Is this how they finish it? They kill me for my silence?” The look she gave him was both threatening and pleading.

“I’m not with Pilo. I mean, everyone is with Pilo, but I’m not an employee. I manage the power stations in this sector. I had a proposal for your new boss.”

“My new boss?”

“You don’t know.”

“The last thing I remember was my trial, the judgement.”

Jadis brought up her profile again. There was nothing about a trial, only a yellow star next to her name, a warning to anyone that would try to employ her that she was not trusted by Pilo. This made sense now. He looked over other employee profiles in the database, realizing quickly that nearly every one of them had the same yellow mark. Some were even red. Red could not be good.

“You have implants.” Teena placed the last water packet to the side, clutching his coat closer. “Checking my file? What do you want?”

Jadis sighed, clearing his interface again. “I didn’t want it to go this way. I thought you’d be more up to date.”

“What-do-you-want?” Her narrowed eyes and hard tone imparted to him that no matter what he said, this was not going to be an easy conversation.

“Well. I want to buy this station.”

Teena’s were wide and she barked an incredulous laugh. “Are you insane? Seriously, are you insane? How would I have that kind of authority?”

“You will have. I can pay you nicely for the favor. You just have to convince her—”

“How did you even get here? How did you even get access to my pod? This is highly inappropriate.”

And there it was. Jadis let out a slow breath. “I can see that it’ll be difficult to convince you. Perhaps if I gave you a few days to recover—”

Thick goblets of water choked from her throat. Soon she was emptying what was left of the water onto the deck. Seeing her sway, Jadis held her shoulders as she dry heaved, and eventually lost consciousness. He considered running then. He could place her back in the stasis pod and quietly tiptoe away all the way back to his power station. He’d have hell to pay in about a decade when the station came fully online, but it would be a peaceful ten years where only the guilt would tug at him.

Still. He looked down at the limp form in his arms and the wet globules of water that pooled near their feet. Still, he had been abandoned once and the people that raised him did not abandon him when they could have easily, despite his issues. With a sigh, Jadis carried her to his ship. He pulled one of his shirts, which was large on her smaller form and placed her in his bed. Her flesh was on fire by now. He managed to get her to take an anti-inflammatory from the medkit, then sat in the chair near her bedside.

Teena’s sleep was fitful, but hardly conscious. She tossed and turned. At some point she sat straight up letting out another of those painful screams. “Andy. I’m sorry,” she whispered finally. The violence of her slumber ended there. Soft, peace-laden breaths came and went. Jadis grabbed the blanket she’d pushed to the edge of the bed and pulled it over her. His hand brushed her forehead. He was relieved she felt a normal temperature again. If she had died, he couldn’t imagine the type of repercussions that lay down that path.

When she awoke, Jadis had water ready and more of the hydration gels. This time he’d thickened the water to help her keep it down.

“Tastes horrible,” Teena grunted hoarsely.

“Yes. Well. I don’t really cook meals here,” Jadis said.

“How long was I under?” Teena asked.

“Two hundred years.”

New tears, conscious tears, streamed down her cheeks. “You bastard.”

“Ok. I didn’t put you in that box.” Jadis lifted is arms in surrender.

“You should’ve let me die!” Teena cried out.

Though he was surprised by her words, after watching her fitful sleep, Jadis wasn’t too surprised by her response. “I’m sorry. As soon as you’re well, I’ll leave.”

“Where is this place?” she clutched the blankets close to her body.

“You’re on my ship. I didn’t know where else to take you.”

“So, you kidnapped me?” Her eyes widened.

“No. I let you sleep in my bed.” Jadis hated the way it sounded the moment it left his lips.

Despite the look of utter horror on her face, Teena snorted a laugh. “You think that if I told the feds what you did that it would be you doing me a favor?”

“I can be quite convincing. Plus, it’s the truth. You can leave now, if you want.”

“I want clothes. And I want access to a console.” Teena demanded.

“Console on the bridge, through that door. Clothes. I’ll have to see if there’s anything in inventory on the station,” Jadis said.

They stared at one another for a moment.

“Well?” Teena raised a brow.

“Well?” Jadis asked, suddenly confused.

“Well, go get me clothes. I’ll look at the console once you’re gone.”

“So, you’re considering my deal?” He smiled.

“It will have to be fair. I don’t take advantage of my clients,” Teena said.

“Don’t I seem like a fair sort?” He made a pretend-hurt face.

Teena wet dry lips and Jadis wondered if she was getting the wrong idea. “Maybe. Go get the clothes now.”

Jadis rocked himself to his feet and made his way to the station. He had only taken a few steps onto the docks titanium floor before he was surrounded by men with black eyes and flickering blue skull caps.

“Figures,” he said softly, raising his hands above his head.

The brig was actually comfortable and the bed was a welcome sight. Instead of pacing or worrying what his fate might be, Jadis slept until he was awoken by a hand on his shoulder.

Teena Maverick, now dressed in a purple and grey uniform, stood over him. Her hair was combed and pulled back into a tight ponytail.

“Jadis Ter,” she said. “I’ve decided not to press charges, but you are not welcome on this station. I’ve gotten up to speed and my… new boss… is not the type to sell.”

“You’re certain. You haven’t even heard my offer.” Jadis rubbed his dry eyes.

“It isn’t necessary. I have seen her lists,” Teena said.

“What lists?” Jadis tried to squeeze the meaning out of her words.

“Do you know how long a stasis pod will last?”

“Three hundred years, at a stretch,” Jadis guessed.

“The new ones, maybe. The old ones are programmed to shut off at around two hundred years.”

“But.” He stared at her uncertainly. “Why save you? For your loyalty. Is that why she pulled all those miscreants out of stasis? So they would owe her?”

Teena was frowning now. “I will not know her motives until we meet. Either way—”

“Either way, you feel like you owe her something. Come on, Teena. She’s from Pilo. She’s got a fed background. This feels like a setup. I’m offering you freedom and marks. She’s got nothing for you but more servitude and more Pilo. You deserve better.” He couldn’t tell if his speech was convincing her, but she was listening. Maybe she needed a push. “And what about Andy?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Get off my station!”

Too far then. Jadis inclined his head and, under a light federal escort, he was walked quickly off Betta’s Station.

Chapter Five

Arrival

The first image she saw was blurred. She had to blink a few times before she could make out the raised holographic bars that separated her body’s readouts. Another roll of her eyes and she felt an increase in adrenaline before her lids snapped open. The top to the shell holding her slid aside.

A tall woman with black hair and a brown complexion gave her a professional smile.

“Betta Jane Reganta. It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person. I am Teena Maverick, your personal assistant and executive manager here on Betta’s Station. I’ve spent the last few months updating the station to your specifications.”

Betta raised a trembling hand and Teena took it without hesitation. She felt every nerve on her body was partially asleep, the tingling sensation shooting through her limps, though her brain was starting to catch up with Teena’s speech.

“I never asked,” Betta began hoarsely.

“Oh.” Teena reached for something outside her field of vision and handed her a cup of clear fluid. “The effects of such a long stasis will require a day or two before you start feeling… I guess the word is ‘normal.’ I’ve been up for three months now and I still don’t know ‘normal.’”

“What—?” Betta waved a hand at the cup.

“It’s a mix of amino acids, honey, fiber, electrolytes, an anti-nausea agent, and some thickening powder to help keep it all down.” Teena smiled wryly. “I assure you, it’s made to approved federal standards.”

Betta took the cup, nodding with what she could muster of gratitude. Even though her body felt light in the slight gravity, her muscles were weak as she lifted the cup to her face and took two quick gulps. It was sweet, and she was grateful for the thick consistency. It lingered over the dry interior that threatened to rub itself raw.

She nearly choked on a third swallow. Betta realized she was almost nude, only wearing a thin bra and a very thin set of briefs.

Teena leapt to action. “I could find a different mixture.”

“No… no,” Betta choked. “Clothes. I just…” Betta coughed again.

Teena was now clearly amused as she walked across the well-lit chamber that lay at the side of an expansive cargo hold. She pointed out a purple and grey one-piece complete with a belt and the insignia of a rotating planet. The outfit lay on a bench near the row of stasis pods. The insignia design was Betta’s own, and she’d applied it to all the employee uniforms before she stepped into stasis. Next to the one-piece were a set of light grey undergarments, though they bore no insignia or label to mark their brand.

Teena said, “You’ll be wanting a shower and some time in your compartment after we get the initial formalities out of the way. Unfortunately, they don’t drop stasis pods off where privacy can be maintained. I’ll give you a moment, Miss Reganta.”

“Thank you,” Betta said, less hoarsely. “I know you could have done this in front of all the executive staff. I didn’t think about how out-of-it I’d be when I first got here. I’ll get dressed and we can go through their little rituals before we really get to work.”

Teena’s smile lessened. She nodded her acknowledgement and walked through the sliding doors to wait in the corridor beyond.

Betta removed the light bra that seemed glued to her flesh. It made sense that they didn’t give you a lot of clothing to wear in the pods. The briefs she also removed and traded for the grey undergarments. She then eased on the flight suit and took a few more sips.

The thin material was a nano-mesh that also tracked her body’s temperature and any signs of physical distress. It also worked as a communication node that every employee would be equipped with as per her design. The belt came with a multitude of tools for interacting with select parts of the station. She could have used bio-readers or scanners, but they were far too expensive, and the marks left after her father’s investment into the station were not enough to do a complete overhaul.

After a few deep breaths and another sip of the liquid, Betta walked the length of the cargo hold to the sliding doors where Teena waited. The corridor was wider than she expected and seemed to go on for a full kilometer. Various doors and intersections led to other parts of the station. Every block that met an intersection had a panel on the wall so that visitors could interact with the computer presence provided by Pilo.

Teena said softly, “Are you feeling better? We can go by the infirmary if you feel you need a thorough checkout.”

“I’m sure Pilo would consider that a cost outside the initial onboarding?”

“You made it clear in all of your communications that cost was important, but the quality and the health of your employees was priority.”

Betta could tell that Teena was feeling her out. Sadly, Pilo preferred when companies that started from the roots failed as quickly as possible. Betta knew that people like Teena were there to help bring the journey to a swift conclusion no matter the direction. If profit from the new CEO was the only way, Teena would take her that route.

“You’ll have to bring me up to date. My mind feels a little not-quite-all-there. I know that I put you in charge of getting our systems up to date. Have you gotten any of the other employees out of stasis?” Betta asked.

“If you’ll follow me, I’ll take you to your living quarters. We are on deck 6, corridor B currently. You will be on deck 7, corridor L, compartment number 716. I am 715 in case you have any issues. We won’t do a full tour until you’ve had time to rest, but there are authorizations that I will need from you to continue bringing the station online,” Teena said.

Teena walked with a steady pace down the corridor and Betta followed, attempting to match the confident strides of the older woman.

“In answer to your question, I have only brought employees online whose expertise was needed to setup or repair certain parts of the station. Everyone arrived in stasis. Gathering the necessary staff meant reaching out to many different sectors. It also required that we all operate on the same timeline.” Teena turned at one of the intersections as the lighting flared to life in darkened parts of the unused station. “That meant that some of us were up for a year or two, then back into stasis to await your arrival. We followed your orders to bring the station up to code.

“This station was abandoned shortly after it was built nearly a century ago. Though the certifications were up to date from regular maintenance, there were still some parts that were not on the usual inspector’s list. We’ve used what federal funds were available for maintenance or repair issues. However, there were a few improvements that were not covered. As such, you’ll notice there has been a slight decrease in your overall financial—”

“Slight decrease? Are you sugar-coating this? Am I in trouble?” Betta asked.

“No.” Teena paused. “I assure you, I do not… ‘sugar-coat.’ I have only spent around thirty-thousand marks.”

Betta waved for Teena to continue walking. She knew her overall marks sat at nearly 3 million with the funds remaining from her father’s life insurance and the hush-marks Pilo deposited into her account. She’d spent the last few hours on Arys-27 setting up investments from shop-keeps and dealers to take residence on the station and provide her with a cut of their profits. Owning a station was a lot like owning a mall and hotel in one. As long as she could get the right traffic, there was plenty of profit that would increase her holdings. Thirty-thousand marks at the start wasn’t much. But with none of the businesses in operation and no idea how quickly profit would start to come in after the overhead, it did make her stomach burn. Or perhaps she was hungry? It was hard to tell. Either way, she didn’t like it.

“You will be happy to know,” continued Teena, “we have had more than a few inquiries from interested parties. I am sure you will spend your first few hours combing through your mail. You did not give me the authority to confirm or deny any interested party. As such, I referred them to you directly until we work out an agreement as to the type of deal that meets your standards.”

Another nudge in the right direction. A part of her squirmed at the way Teena addressed her, so prim, so proper. She’d expected gratitude, not snobbery. Instead of saying what she really thought, Betta only nodded as they paused at the lift that would take them to Deck Seven.

Teena pressed the button, but the doors didn’t shiver, and both stood for what seemed an uncomfortable amount of time.

“I verified all systems in this section. I’m sorry, Miss Reganta.” Teena put a hand to one ear.

The doors to the lift slid open. The interior LEDs blinked red and Teena put a hand to Betta’s forearm to halt her.

“Project audio,” Teena said. “Say again, Sera Rankor.”

“I’ve put the lifts on emergency power until I can get authorization for a repair to the upper disc. They still have no artificial gravity. Have you told her she needs Pilo hazard pay initiatives?”

“I was just getting to that.” Teena faced Betta. “The repair to the upper disc is simple. One of the axles that aides in the rotation of the disc has corroded.”

“In vacuum?” Betta asked skeptically, crossing her arms.

“It is the result,” said the high-pitched voice of Sera Rankor, “of leakage from the fusion reactor. The waste collectors stopped working in certain sections causing oxidation at weak points. I have more detailed schematics when you are ready, Betta of Arys.”

Betta considered the situation. She’d chosen Rankor because his people were unlikely to cheat for Pilo. Antogins were famous for their focus on technical issues and solutions, rather than political plays. She suspected they also hated Pilo, like she did, and this opportunity would give them a chance. Was she a fool for trying this?

Hazard jobs could run high, especially if anyone on the team was lost. The cost could be exponential depending on the beneficiaries. Pilo was kind enough to lend business owners the cost with a fixed interest. That could easily take her savings.

Sighing audibly, Betta laid clammy hands on her thighs and forced away a wave of weakness. “What’s the minimum amount of personnel needed for this job?”

Teena was at her side with an oblong patch that she waved questionably in her face.

“What is it?” Betta asked.

“Stem patch. That feeling you have is only going to get worse until you move around the station for a few days. Your muscles have atrophied. Your body is no longer used to prolonged activity. This patch will release adrenaline and endorphins to get you by for a few hours.”

“Won’t that make it worse later?”

“Yes,” Teena said. “You’re going to crash in an hour at the most. With this, you’ll crash in two and you’ll probably have a splitting headache and a sour stomach for a few days.”

“Federation regulations demand that two operators be present for a repair of this scope,” Sera Rankor said. “If you authorize, I will need your presence on Deck Three soon.”

Betta looked to Teena, brows raised.

“There are multiple systems through the station that run independently, but they also work as a whole. The motion of the disc that provides artificial gravity also provides power to water filtration systems in decks 9 through 12. When the artificial gravity is offline, these systems pull energy from the fusion reactor, which puts a greater strain on the grid. This can lead to a cascade of blackouts in other sections should we reach the reactor’s limit.”

“How can we be at our limit?” Betta took the stem pad, pulled away the membrane and plastered it to her exposed neck. “The station isn’t even fully operational, and it’s been derelict for decades.”

“That is precisely the problem. The station has only been running for about six months at its current level. It’s been running without the movement of the disc and with multiple issues. If this station had been running for years with all its individual systems at peak efficiency, the reactor would output at 50 to 55 percent. This includes the batteries that needed to be replaced because they were just too old to be charged, and we are nearly eighty percent done with their replacement. Charging will take a few more weeks, maybe even months to reach a decent capacity. Right now, the reactor is running at 92 percent, which is above recommended limits for long-term output, not to mention the cost of the deuterium we are using.”

“So.” Betta frowned as the entire situation revealed itself. “The fusion reactor is going to operate at this level until we can get everything to its normal state, and this is the last repair needed?”

Suddenly, her pulse increased, and her heart slammed against her chest. For a moment, the elevator compartment seemed to expand, then compress as her whole body throbbed. A high-pitched tone squealed in her ears before the feeling of being squeezed slowly dissipated.

Teena was holding her when she opened clenched eyes. “Take a moment,” Teena said. “The stem tabs can be disorienting.”

“I don’t know… your type… but I don’t like girls, Teena.” Betta whispered through clinched teeth.

It was the first genuine smile she’d seen on the tough face of her executive manager. As quickly as it appeared, Betta was standing alone, regaining her balance, and Teena’s professional face was back, all straight lines without any hint of emotion.

The lift doors opened without any impression that they had stopped, or even the sound of a hiss. Betta was expecting a change in gravity, a feeling of her guts floating inside her belly. Instead, the display blinked “Deck Three” and she was witness to a corridor of office doors.

Teena walked ahead of her. Betta followed the determined woman with far less familiarity. The weak gravity of the station was throwing off her senses. She felt she might float away if she jumped into the air, and she well might, or, at least, take a long time coming back down.

Teena pushed open the door marked “Maintenance” and revealed a room filled with creatures of all types walking from one console to another. The consoles were laid out in a circular pattern that offered gaps for beings to enter or leave. Brown men and women populated the room, Humans that wore the same flight suit that she did, though theirs was a glossy grey. These were easy to recognize amongst the crowd.

The ant-like creatures that stood upright with antennae vibrating and mandibles stretching was what stood out to her. The initial instinct was of absolute terror, which didn’t help her already accelerated heartbeat. Betta fought for control. She had not expected her body to react in such a way. When she met Drafers or Lytens on Arys-27 she had been fascinated. She’d seen pictures of Antogins, watched vids, and even studied their social structure, but it was different in person. They were so different from any creature she had ever seen. And there was a smell. The Lytens had their musk, and the Drafers had their own unique aroma, as Betta was certain Humans did as well. Antogin smelled like old cheese. Not good cheese. Bad cheese.

At the center stood the largest of the ant creatures and he did not wear a flight suit. He had his own console at the middle of the maze. He rose to reveal a solid maroon thorax he twisted about as he waved stick-like protuberances that looked nothing like a hand.

His mandibles moved, and the high-pitched voice of Sera Rankor came forth. “Welcome to maintenance, Betta of Arys.”

After a moment, Betta lifted her head and spoke.

“You said two operators?”

“To the point!” Sera Rankor sounded pleased. “I don’t like to waste time with pleasantries either. We will get along well. Please come forward and authorize your acceptance of the terms at my console.”

Betta eased through the maze of consoles, Humans, ant-like creatures, and a squat humanoid she suspected were Hyn. Drafers at the outer edge—the lizard people with forked tongues who looked far more human than the Antogins—kept their distance. Their eyes focused solely on the consoles before them.

The big bulbous black eyes of Sera Rankor, and all of the other ant-like people, were on Betta without any sign of remorse.

The console beeped. Several fast-moving screens of text sped across, leaving a single page that awaited her hand print. The final script that ran across the top of the screen said, “I am Betta Reganta, and I agree to all of the aforementioned terms.”

Betta halted before putting her hand on the screen. “What kind of gear do they have? I made the order for Octin Suits, not Federation grade, or Pilo recyclables.”

Teena stepped forward. “They arrived a few weeks ago. I assumed they were meant for luxury space-walks… as a type of entertainment.”

“You assumed wrong,” Betta rested a hand on the side of the metallic console. Her body felt as if it were vibrating. Or maybe the room was vibrating? “Every operator who has clearance for a spacewalk better get one. Especially those going on the walk.”

“I understand.”

Was there a hint of a smile there? Teena had the small square of an old-fashioned hand-held phone at her ear. Her lips moved, but Betta heard nothing. Some sort of privacy screening? She recalled requesting such a thing. Of course, that was before she started vibrating, and it was only getting worse.

Betta wiped a layer of sweat from her forehead. “I want those operators in the Octin Suits, Sera Rankor.”

“As you command, Betta of Arys.”

Betta placed her palm on the display and it came alive.

“Thank you, Betta Reganta. Your account has been debited.”

“Dammit!” Betta snapped at the air. She knew they would take a security deposit, but it still hurt to hear it happen real-time.

“Could I paint you?” Sera Rankor asked. Was he really speaking or was she hallucinating? “I mean without all of these fabrics. I’ve never seen a dark Human up close.”

Teena put down her phone and shook her head.

“I didn’t know…” Was it getting difficult to breathe? “…Antogins paint?”

Sera Rankor said, “No. It is a Human past-time I have acquired. Would you pose for me?”

Betta shook her head in one quick motion, tossing aside another layer of sweat from her forehead. She turned her gaze to Teena. “Is he any good?”

Teena was immediately at her side, propping her up. “I think its best we get you to your compartment.”

“You said I had a few hours.”

“I said maybe an hour. I was… guessing.”

“Is he any good at painting?” Betta demanded again.

Teena outright laughed this time. “Yes. He’s very good.”

Betta grinned. “After I’m done passing out, we’ll negotiate, Sera Rankor.”

The station swirled. A flash of heat ran through her body before she was pulsing her way through a dream of endless starscapes.

♦ ♦ ♦

Waking was far worse than Betta expected. Her eye-lids scraped against her eye-balls. Every turn of her head elicited a cascade of pain that touched every nerve-ending down to her toes and then back to her head.

Betta knew the symptoms of dehydration well after spending her youth on a planet covered in pollutants. There was a time when finding a clean water source was rare and expensive enough that it was easier to just go without. She’d witnessed young miners that were new to Arys-27 fall into the trap of ignoring their bodies until it was nearly too late. Pilo charged quite a few marks for uninsured medical expenses. Those young men soon found themselves indebted to the corporation for decades.

Betta forced her head to the side. There were two gel tabs and another cup of the clear liquid. She had no sense of how long she had been unconscious.

Reaching out a shaky hand, Betta forced herself into a sitting position by grabbing hold of the nightstand. It was then that she realized she languished in a full-size bed. It was the largest, most luxurious bed she had ever seen. It wasn’t something she imagined when she laid on the small cot in the chamber the feds gave her. She sat atop a white comforter and moments earlier her head had been nuzzled on a proper soft pillow, not the hard, standard recruit pillows. No, this had caressed her head and was even now calling her back for another moment of blissful sleep.

If she had any fluid left in her body, Betta would have salivated. Instead, she grabbed the cup from the table and poured it into her mouth. She tried to swallow, but nothing happened. The liquid fell from her mouth and onto the comforter.

Betta moaned. This was the first truly pretty thing she had, and now she’d dribbled all over it. She tried another sip of the mixture, throwing her head back and attempting a gurgle. Soon there was movement and she felt it falling down her throat. The wet journey caused most of the tension in her body to relax. The next sip was easier, and then she was ready for the gel pills.

As she laid back, Betta could feel the release of moisture into her body as the gel pills went into action. This time, when she closed her eyes, it was an easier slumber. Far easier because she woke enough to enjoy the soft pillows that contoured to hold her head. She slid beneath the comforter that warmed her flesh, then her insides.

Betta was hours into this cuddling session when the area just below her belly button vibrated and buzzed. She realized immediately she still wore the flight suit with the utility belt. After pressing the rotating planet insignia at the buckle, a square pad the size of her palm slid into her hand. She lifted this to her face.

“Hello?”

“Miss Reganta. This is Teena. I hope you are feeling better.”

A series of holo images jumped before her as the suit presented several options for syncing with her phone. She chose the remote option and placed the phone back into her belt. From this point forward, she could answer calls with gestures or voice commands. The suit would also direct any audio to her inner ear.

“Thank you for anticipating my needs.” Betta sighed into her pillow.

“I thought you would like an update on the hazard walk.”

Betta sat up, her body tense. Her mind saw the face of her father behind the black-tinted helmet of the Octin suit floating away from the station.

“Yes. Please. The operators?”

Betta felt ill, thinking that she had been lounging in comfort while people risked their lives.

“The procedure went as planned and there were no casualties or injuries. The 500,000 marks that were held from your account have been refunded. There is a later charge of 80,000 marks. You can access this data on your Reader when you have rested.”

“Thank you, Teena.”

“Yes. You are welcome, Miss Reganta. On to other business. Onboarding has nearly completed. Now that the Disc has artificial gravity and all repairs have been completed, the employees have been taken out of stasis. We should have merchants operating their wares in time for the Miner’s Half-Holiday from Gregious Prime.”

Betta tried to envision the star charts she’d studied before stasis. The clarity she’d known on Arys-27 came blurred, then focused. She shook her head, as if that would clear it further.

“The two mining moons closest to us? What about the planned colony on Galatan One? I expected a lot of travel—”

“As I mentioned earlier, Miss Reganta, there are several messages that need your approval. In fact, I will end this call, so you can get up to date. You do know how to access your Reader?”

Was she annoyed? Betta fought not to let her emotions take over. She was tempted to walk to the next compartment and demand whether Teena was really getting snippy with her. After a moment, the images of her last encounters with Teena eased her mind. The sight of the empty cup on her nightstand cooled her insides. She owed Teena the same dedication as the woman had shown her. It still didn’t make sense. By choosing Teena for this job, she’d given her another chance at a career. Second chances. The list appeared in front of her as though it truly existed. On it were the names of every person she had chosen for Betta’s Station and every one of them deserved a second chance. At the top of the list was one Teena Maverick.

“I’ll do that now, Teena. I’ll let you know when I’m done, and we can try to get back on schedule,” Betta said.

“Thank you, Miss Reganta. Goodbye,” Teena said in a curt tone.

“Bye.”

First, she needed to find a toilet. Jumping up, Betta gasped at the sheer size of the room. It was larger than her old apartment, and there were two doors. One stood ajar, leading to what must be a sitting area. The other door was closed. As she walked slowly along thickly carpeted floors, she tried not to imagine anything too fancy. Pushing the door open, she was a little disappointed to find a simple shower stall and a functional toilet with a button for “Extended Suction.”

Betta shrugged, how great could a toilet be anyway?

♦ ♦ ♦

The reader revealed nearly five thousand messages. Betta took a deep breath and projected all of them in succession while luxuriating on her couch in the sitting room. There was also an extended bar and kitchen off to her left. She convinced herself that she needed profit more than she needed sustenance, but deep down she knew that if she had access to real food she might do nothing more than eat.

One of her father’s notes detailed a new colony that was to be populated within a few decades. She’d caught on right away. This was the reason for the long stasis and where the most profit would come. This colony was one set on ideals. They were multi-species and peaceful. And priority was given to the wealthy and educated. As if that wasn’t enough, Betta’s Station would be the only real stop between Galatan One and most galactic travel. They would provide a last chance to resupply.

Most of the emails were from wealthy patrons looking for a respite from the colony ship. Then there were the rare ones that popped up.

The man—at least she assumed it was a man—on her screen had a greenish complexion. His face was mottled with multiple rivets in his skin that glittered and pulsated.

“I am Piltec Gif an Green. There are a large contingent of my people who wish to colonize Galatan One. They have no supply of mineral that aids in our reproduction, Asqul. I carry the highest quality of Asqul that will guarantee a safe birthing. I wish to set up a supply line with Betta’s Station.”

There were similar requests from all types of creatures Betta could not identify. She made notes to do some follow-up research. She also noted the more significant offers and sent contracts to those she couldn’t wait to put by Teena. The ones that caused her pause, she decided to let Teena evaluate. Even if Teena worked on the Pilo side, profit was God in their world.

Betta was nearly through the first thousand when the familiar vibrations below her belly button began again.

“Answer.”

“Miss Reganta?” Teena sounded agitated.

“Yes, Teena. I’m going through the backlog now—”

“The CEO from one of the power stations near Gregious Prime has notified us of his eminent arrival. He is demanding to see you. I can deny him docking privileges and send him on his way, if you’d like.”

Betta actually enjoyed the feeling of someone other than herself irritating Teena. “No. Let him dock. I’m sure we’re taking away from his Half-Holiday profits. I’ll let him rant a little to keep the peace.”

“As you say, Miss Reganta. Please note that this guy is a severe ass,” Teena said this in a tone that did nothing to conceal her anger. And that was better than her professional tone, Betta decided.

“That’s a shame.” Betta laughed. “I love a good ass.”

“There is nothing good about him, I assure you.”

“I get the feeling you’ve met him before?” Betta asked.

“He came here about twelve cycles ago, demanding that we sell the station to him. I made it clear that I had no authority to sell the property. He was quite… persistent.”

“It sounds like I ruined more than one plan. Let’s try to give him a good welcome. I don’t want to make enemies of the locals on my first day.”

There was a pause. “I will do what I can.”

Betta accessed the station’s systems with her reader and was immediately overwhelmed with data detailing every aspect of the station. It took her nearly twenty minutes to figure out how to access information on Power Station 0157. Jadis Ter was listed as the CEO and owner, though Pilo was heavily invested along with Drafer royalty. A clan called the D’pac Tac Clan. Power Station 0157 was an off-planet station that relayed power to the two mining colonies. Before Betta’s Station arrived, it was the only place for miners to enjoy R&R.

There were no clear documents detailing how Jadis Ter acquired ownership, which gave Betta the impression of some shady dealing that wasn’t legal enough to be captured officially. There were no records in the station’s database of his existence before this acquisition. She suspected that Jadis Ter was an alias, and that the Feds looked the other way due to the amount of profit he provided for Pilo.

Another twenty minutes and she saw the ETA of his vessel to be nearly an hour out. She linked the location of the docking bay to her phone and set a course.

Standing from the couch, Betta swayed for a moment, dizzy as she tried to get her bearings in the low gravity. She was weak and still recovering from dehydration. She forced herself toward the doorway that led to the station’s corridor. A holographic path was laid out so she didn’t lose her way.

Following the instructions, and the yellow path, she was soon at the lift and rising to deck 12. The door to dock 22 was open and two women and one man wearing the purple-grey uniform she had designed stood in a uniform line. The man was in front, the two women behind him. Each wore the utility belt with her rotating planet insignia.

An array of finger-sized foods populated a table nearby. A sitting area near the table looked newly arranged. At the end of the room, near the airlock, was Teena. Her dark pony-tail was slightly askew and looked frazzled, almost as if a breeze had tossed some of the strands in disarray. She held a tablet in hand and fervently entered data. At some point, a hand went through her hair in frustration, further putting her hair in disarray.

Betta furrowed her brow. What could possibly be holding so much of her attention?

Two men in the dark blue of Federation uniforms were positioned with pulse rifles at opposite ends of the airlock. Betta could see the outline of black armor beneath the official uniforms. For a moment, she was a little girl standing in a room full of pointed rifles.

It was only a moment. Just long enough for her to gather her strength and force her mind to task.

“We have time for introductions,” Betta said.

Teena’s eyes rose from the tablet. She seemed momentarily surprised by the presence of other people. “Introduce yourselves,” she said to them. “This is Betta Reganta. She pays your paychecks.”

Teena’s eyes returned to the tablet in her hands.

The Federation officers saluted. “We are here to serve and protect!” they said in unison.

Betta thanked him.

Their brown eyes and jutting chins made them seem like twins, except one had eyes a bit smaller than the other. One had a bulging nose that almost made Betta chuckle. However, she was glad to see the brown eyes and not the black of combat that was so prevalent in feds on Arys-27.

“I am Agent Kim, and this is Agent Weaver,” the agent with the large nose said. “This station is a catastrophic security risk breathing its final gasp before the end.”

Agent Weaver nodded in agreement.

Feds. Betta raised a brow to Teena, who kept her head in the tablet before her.

“I will try to be more proactive about our security policies,” Betta said.

“That’s all we can ask, Miss.” Agent Weaver saluted again.

Still, they were serious and their transparent caps glinted at some internal display of information that was part of their cybernetic implants.

As their attention seemed averted and they said nothing more, Betta turned to the three employees. “I’m Betta. Just your name and a brief summary of your responsibilities are enough.”

The man, tall with a square jaw, spoke first. “I’m Larry Tril. I’m on Human Culinary, and these are our chefs. I’ll let them speak for themselves.”

The brunette with shoulder-length hair and amber eyes stepped forward. “I’m Amber. I’m in charge of pastries and breads.”

The white-haired woman with young features that hinted at rejuvenation stepped forward. “And I’m Gretchen. Been working entrees for Humans in more than a few stations. Let me know if you’d like to try something, Betta.”

Betta inclined her head. “I’ll probably talk to you after this meeting. I haven’t had a decent meal in decades… no offense, Teena.”

Teena looked up from the tablet. “I’d hardly consider liquid sustenance a substitute to an actual meal. I have you scheduled to eat in an hour.”

“Wonderful.” Betta suppressed the squeal that threatened to bubble up from her stomach.

A high-pitch squelch interrupted their conversation, followed by the sound of a heavy bass drum. Most, the feds excluded, had their hands to their ears, but the drum continued unabated.

The two agents at the air lock merely exchanged a knowing look.

“Dammit,” Teena tapped at her tablet. “Sera Rankor! You told me you had him blocked this time.”

Sera Rankor’s high voice broadcast to all of them. “He’s using a very intuitive algorithm to bypass our security settings. I will have it soon.”

“Hey, Betta’s Station! This is Jadis Ter, your man of mystery, your supplier of all things rare, and the famous lover, no matter the species, no matter the sex. Prepare yourselves for the journey of a lifetime. Grab onto something secure as your swoon is about to readjust gravity and make you feel like zero gee is your home.”

“Is he serious?” Betta lowered her hands and stared intensely at Teena.

“He’s never that.” Teena shrugged. “He’s brutish and unprofessional.”

“Aww,” Jadis said, “don’t be like that, Executive Administrator. I bring happiness to sad souls like you all across this sector. Tell me what you need.” The heavy thump of bass slowed, and the sound of —was that a saxophone?— played in the background. “Is it the touch of a gentle man? Some soft words to help you along? Maybe you need a prosthetic to get you ready to receive me. I even have a few cybernetic men, or women, that can ease your nights and warm your—”

The music and the voice of Jadis Ter were abruptly cut off.

“Thank the stars,” Amber said.

“I’m kind of curious about what else he can provide.” Larry laughed.

“I think we might be a little under prepared.” Betta gestured to the sitting area with a shake of her head.

“I believe it’s best not to encourage his darker urges, Miss Reganta,” Teena warned.

“A man that puts on that much of a show is usually a disappointment, in my experience,” Gretchen said.

“You can try him out for all us, if you’d like,” Betta said.

Laughter filled the bay as the culinary employees enjoyed her joke. Teena only shook her head and returned to her tablet. The Federation guards at the airlock remained impassive.

“He’s fully docked—” Teena began to say, but was interrupted by a loud hiss as the airlock decompressed. Betta lifted her chin and gathered what strength she had for the challenge ahead.

“Remember, you’re good at handling assholes,” the voice inside her head added.

Chapter Six

Honey

The doors slid aside, revealing a tall man with a complexion nearly as dark as her own. He wore a black trench coat that reached below his ankles. A grey scarf ran around his neck. Black boots clicked on the titanium flooring. His dark eyes drank in those before him. A broad smile with perfect white teeth was revealed beneath a trimmed salt and pepper beard.

Agent Kim scanned him with a tool while Agent Weaver leveled the pulse rifle at him. Jadis Ter stood unperturbed by the intrusion.

“Everything he’s carrying is registered and tagged,” Agent Kim announced, and both agents stepped aside to retake their positions next to the airlock.

Jadis’s eyes fell on Betta and he bowed graciously. She in turn studied the top of his closely cut black hair that ran with flecks of grey to match his beard.

He rose to his full height again. “You must be Betta. I heard you were something to see.”

“I’m confused,” Betta said. “You offered me a bow to show respect, then you gave me a back-handed insult. What’s your business here, Jadis Ter?”

“I assure you, no insult was meant.” His smile lessened slightly. “I just meant that we’re the same. The dark skin. It’s rare on this side of the galaxy. You usually get normal brown or the occasional light tan.” He waved to the culinary employees. “Do you know that they’ve developed whole colonies just to preserve our complexion?”

“I had heard. I’ve also heard the old murmurings about racial inferiority, or superiority. Depends on which part of the nets you listen to. Where do you sit on the subject?” Betta asked.

Jadis paused, considering her, and, perhaps, considering her words. He crossed his arms in an easy fashion and ran a hand along his thin beard. “I am of the opinion that I am the best at most things, regardless. I have a talent for recognizing what is rare and has worth.”

Betta gestured a hand to the sitting area. “Then shall we have an in-depth discussion on the social impact of skin color in Human society, or did you come with another purpose?”

He followed her gesture and eased into the sitting area. He grabbed one of the small pastries before unceremoniously plopping himself on the grey couch. It looked to be synthetic leather and made little noise against the fabric of his trench-coat. Betta could see there were several hidden protuberances attempting to poke their way from beneath his coat, yet he sat comfortably.

Following his easy nature, Betta took a similar square pastry and sat. They ate silently and she suppressed a smile at seeing crumbs infest his beard as he munched.

The pastry was delicious. The crust was sweet with a sugar glaze that melted against her tongue. A further bite and she was enjoying apple jelly within. It was a credit to the chefs that silence was interspersed only with the sounds of chewing on both sides.

Brushing the crumbs away from his beard, Jadis cleared his throat. “You’ve definitely got me beat there. I could never afford the type of production you’re putting on here. I’ve tried for decades to get hold of this station, but I could never get the right investors.”

Betta said softly, “Not to mention, you’re already heavily invested in the power station. I doubt Pilo is willing to extend your loans.”

Jadis blinked. He stared at her in surprise, then laughed.

Teena was suddenly at her side, offering a napkin and gesturing at her chin.

Betta took the napkin and wiped away the yellow jelly. She was tempted to lick the napkin’s remnants, but she wasn’t ready to show Jadis, or anyone else in the room, how savage she could be quite yet.

“You do your research. Again, it would be difficult for me to compete with you. So, I came here to offer you a chance for profit. I do my research too, Betta. I know that you’re here to make a huge profit. What’s it for? Anyone else would be content just collecting the usual marks off a station like this for a few decades, but you make big ventures.”

Betta saw no reason to lie. “You know, I’ve always wanted a planet of my own. Someplace that can’t be touched by anyone else, a paradise. No pollution, no shady corporate holds on resources, something that’s protected and my own.”

Jadis leaned back, whistling. “So, you’re an idealist after all. I took you for a profiteer—like myself. A whole planet. That’d take… I can’t even imagine the marks you’d need to—”

“Three hundred and fifty billion. Do you have a deal that can land me those types of marks?” Betta asked.

Larry put two cups on the table that sat between the two couches. Betta nodded her thanks and took the cup into her hands. It was warm. She took a sip, and, for a moment, she lost control and moaned at the taste of chocolate, not too sweet, but nowhere near bitter.

Jadis’s eyes perked up at that. “Is it good? Cocoa? I love cocoa.”

He reached for the cup, yet he paused before taking a sip. “I don’t think I have that type of deal. If I did, I would already be on a jump vessel somewhere really lavish. I can offer you something significant. How would you like to have an independent source of deuterium that isn’t gouged by Pilo tariffs?”

The fusion reactors that powered the station and many of the vessels under Pilo needed deuterium to function. All sources were mined and controlled by Pilo, and thus Pilo controlled the space trade.

“That is a double-edged offer. Profit would increase, but we’d lose some of the protections under Pilo. I’d have to calculate whether the gain would be worth the loss.”

He took a long swallow, staring at her across the cup. “So good. I can tell you’re interested.”

“I’d be a fool not to be,” Betta admitted

“Two days,” Jadis said.

“What?” Betta was clearly confused.

“It’s a two-day journey with my vessel. You have the equipment and personnel to do deep scans—”

“Really?” Betta shook her in understanding. This was all a lure to use the mining equipment she’d acquired with her purchase of the station. It all made sense as well as added some credibility to his find.

“I need your equipment and your people to verify the find.” Jadis didn’t seem like he was attempting to con her. His tone was more pleading.

“Extraction?” Betta asked.

“We invest together and split the inventory fifty-fifty.”

“How is it fifty-fifty? You’re using my equipment to survey. Seventy-thirty sounds fair.”

“But you’ll need my investment capital for extraction. Not to mention, I found the resources and I can guarantee it’s out of Pilo’s grip. I’ll also handle the transference of rights and contract necessities,” Jadis took another long swallow.

Betta shook her head. “You can work with Teena on contract necessities.”

Jadis sighed. “You don’t trust me? I wouldn’t deal you bad, Betta.”

“Sixty-forty,” Betta offered.

“Deal!” Jadis inclined his head.

Teena stepped closer. “This conversation and agreement have been recorded. You’ll each receive a confirmation of the terms and agreements on your Readers. We will not proceed until you have both read over the documents and sign.”

Betta nodded, suddenly feeling fatigued. “You’ll stay until we have things finalized?”

“It should only take a few hours, but it looks like you still have some stasis sickness. Is twenty-four hours enough to get a survey team together and give you time to recover?” Betta agreed that she must be sick. She thought she heard concern in his voice.

Teena shook her head. “We have a schedule to keep, Mister Ter. I am afraid Miss Reganta is fully booked for the next 72 hours.”

“A good sleep should get me right,” Betta said weakly, attempting to gather some strength from the delicious pastry and warm cocoa.

“Or,” he said with a wink, “You could let me borrow your executive manager for a few days.”

“I’ll need her to keep a reign on the station. We open for business with the Half-Holiday. I need her here.” Betta sighed. “And she needs me to get things started. Our venture will have to wait the full 72 hours.”

“As you say, Miss Reganta,” Teena said.

“Yes. As you say, Miss Reganta,” Jadis mimicked, his eyes on Teena.

Teena frowned, but she said nothing else.

♦ ♦ ♦

The download stopped at 56 percent. It was obvious that someone noticed he was hacking the system. Jadis sighed as the lift came to a stop. His neck was itching again. It was a risk agreeing to 72-hours on the station, though he doubted anyone would be suspicious if he slipped back to his vessel for a few hours.

Jadis had hoped it would only take an hour to convince her and a few days in open space to gain her trust.

Even before he exited the lift and entered The Disc, he could feel the increase in gravity. He stepped onto a paved surface and observed a multitude of structures that ran to the edge of his vision. He increased the magnification with a thought and surveyed the full extent of the five-kilometer disc. There were shops, amusement parks, theaters, hotels, restaurants, and many other structures he couldn’t place or simply did not have the magnification to see the lettering.

Jadis’s power stations were a uniform series of structures with an occasional hall or corridor that led to another structure. The gravity was also not this heavy and many a new miner found themselves being tethered to a hand hold and guided to the next establishment.

This station—Betta’s Station—was like stepping on a new world. There were trees from many different worlds that jutted into the high ceiling that projected a moving image of a clear day with just the right amount of clouds and just the right amount of sunlight. There was even an artificial breeze that ruffled the flaps of Jadis’s coat.

The paved roads had actual signs like something out of an old vid of suburban neighborhoods in the 1900s. The landscape was shocked with the occasional out-of-place items, like the dome of a Drafer establishment, a holographic image of a cartoonish man eating a burger, or the empty vehicles that moved along these paths at regular intervals. At times they picked up individuals, and at others, they merely paused before repeating their routes.

One of the automated carts rolled to a stop before Jadis. The door opened to two empty seats.

“All aboard, sir?” the mechanical voice inquired.

“Stars, this really is quite the production. Let me ask you, my fine A.I.” Jadis was already looking over the code structure and learning the subroutines that it was written to perform. “How does a girl from a nowhere mining planet get enough marks to put on a production like this?”

“You can call me Sam, sir. As for our proprietor and owner, you can easily lift the veil of mystery by reading her financial dealings. They are publicly available. Do you have a destination in mind, sir?”

“I’ve read them. It seems too easy. And we all know that Pilo can sometimes manipulate a document to look one way and read another.”

“Ah, you are a skeptic, sir,” the automated driver stated.

“As opposed to a believer?” Jadis asked.

“Yes, sir. Do you have a destination in mind, sir?”

Jadis strained his neck muscles in an effort to relieve the itching. Still, it continued unabated. He entered the cart and sat on the synth leather seats. Just the act of sitting caused him some discomfort. Hiding his grimace with a mischievous smile he sat back, giving the impression of a man used to such actions and ready for no good.

“Take me somewhere I can get a drink and then a quality hotel. The bill is on your proprietor and owner, by the by, so make sure it’s luxurious.”

“Method of payment is confirmed, sir. I can recommend the Otter’s Forge if your taste for libations runs on the Human side. If you have a strong constitution, the Bear’s Refuge, a Lyten establishment, is recommended.”

“No Drafer recommendations?” Jadis attempted to make the question sound casual.

“My mistake, sir. There is a Drafer establishment that doubles as a hotel. The Lizard’s Inn. The environment is not always suitable to Humans. Is this the destination you have in mind?”

Jadis craned his neck. “Yes. I think it might be just what I need. Take us to The Lizard’s Inn.”

The doors closed and the cart buzzed away as it sped down the paved roadway. There were other carts taking different pathways or passing them as they ran in opposite directions. Most were empty. Some few carried employees from place to place, their purple and grey flight suits easy to make out. The movement of the open compartment also made for an increase to the simulated breeze that carried the scent of something sweet he could not identify.

Most Drafer establishments did not come with windows and the outsides were rarely extravagant. The Lizard’s Inn was no exception. It looked like two large spheres stacked on top of one another and made of aluminum. The smell that drifted out overwhelmed all others, and it was extraordinary. It was earthy with hints of herbs and a mix of Drafer aroma. Inside his mouth, Jadis’s tongue writhed to be free of the prosthetic that held it in place.

“Would you like me to find a more Human friendly hotel, sir?” The A.I. interrupted his perusal.

“No, Sam. This is perfect.” Jadis exited the cart.

“As you wish, sir. Shall I wait to be certain you are compatible with the environment?”

“No, Sam. I will be fine. You are free to go about your duties,” Jadis said.

“Yes, sir. Have an excellent stay. If you have any questions you can make the request anywhere in the station by saying ‘station’.”

A holographic kiosk appeared near the cart. “Hello. Station responding. How may I help?”

The voice was mechanical. From the structure of the code that ran against a split-screen that only his retinal implants could see, Jadis could tell it was a default interactive. All of these structures and employees, and the smallest details were easily forgotten. Craning his neck, Jadis waved away the station.

“Quit station interface,” Jadis said in annoyance.

The kiosk vanished and he walked to the doorway of the Lizard’s Inn. Taking a breath, Jadis raised his right hand, pulled back his right sleeve to reveal a ball of flesh a quarter way up his forearm. It pulsed once, then again before a spray of mist hit the air and the door slid open.

The light was dim inside the structure. Jadis welcomed it in relief. He looked back at the cart that stood empty.

“You see. I’m fine. You are free to go, Sam,” he called.

“If you don’t mind, sir, I will give you a few moments to acclimate yourself. I will be nearby, if needed,” Sam replied.

“Thank you, Sam. You’re very loyal.”

“Indeed, sir.”

The empty cart whirled away with a hum.

Jadis lifted a booted foot and entered the aluminum structure. The door behind him slid shut and he waited, pulling the fleshy pink human tongue from his mouth to reveal a forked tongue that tasted the air about him.

This time the impression was strong. He knew the flavor well. It was what the Drafer’s called Iqsepa. It was an approximation of the way the city of Iqsepa smelled and tasted before it fell to galactic usurpers centuries ago. If one were to look up Iqsepa now, they would not see the lush fields of herbs, the many rivers and tributaries that cut into grassy land. They would not see the deep green, mossy pools where many of the Drafers dived. They would not feel the spray of moisture as the heavy waves of the planet struck land and swept over them. They would only see the smog-filled air and the dry wastelands of a planet whose resources were plundered by those that had no forward thinking or eye for beauty.

The itching had ceased to a low throb and his dark eyes had adjusted easily to the dim light. Every part of him that wasn’t covered in clothing was damp. The scarf about his neck clung heavily. He could have switched to any spectrum to reveal the lifeforms that bobbed and swayed nearby. He could have, but that would have ruined the experience. Even so, his cybernetic implants did a customary search for hidden observation tech. There was no need to give away all of his secrets.

There was no spy tech that he recognized. Given the semi-operational state of the station, and the preparations for its first customers, it stood to reason there was little time for them to set up such surveillance.

Jadis took a step forward and felt the gravity lighten. It was just a fraction, and enough to make him smile. He undid the scarf at his throat, revealing two blue packs of oxygenated water that bubbled and throbbed against black gills.

Five steps later, Jadis was rising to the second sphere where a group of five Drafers swam lazily in a suspended mossy green pool of water. They were near the top, or was it the bottom?

As Jadis’s head touched the surface, he stripped away the oxygenated water packs and placed them in a special pocket in his long coat. The gills stiffened and his lungs fought for dominion before his neck was fully submerged. He relaxed, his lungs pausing in their efforts to retrieve oxygen as he took in heavy swaths of the mossy water.

His body matched the temperature of the pool and Drafer aroma struck his tongue strongly. There were indeed five, and there was a question in the scent, then amusement and elation. As his body slowly became submerged by the shift in gravity, Jadis lifted his arms and pushed downward, forcing himself deeper into the pool. The push was enough to send his body bobbing forward.

The five Drafers, their tails and webbed-feet easily traversing the water in contrast to his bulky trench coat and heavy boots, swam toward him. They wore no clothing, but their sexual organs were internal after all, though the larger ones were obviously the females.

A chirping and whistling sound rippled the water as the Drafers spoke in their underwater language.

Jadis understood most of it.

The heavy female on the right said, “The famous Jadis Ter shares our water.”

One of the males asked, “Tainted?” or maybe “Dirty?”

The smaller female said, “Jadis Ter? The mistake?”

Emotions were difficult to read in the chirps and whistles, but Jadis was familiar with a certain disdain for his appearance by nearly every race he encountered. It was particularly easy to read when they knew what he was.

The smaller female studied him carefully while the three men showed their teeth. It could have been grinning or in threat. Jadis hardly cared as he settled himself in the gravity pool and allowed the moisture to soothe his sore gills. He didn’t realize he’d closed his eyes until he tasted a sudden release of pheromones. This one sexual. His eyes flew open.

The larger female chirped something he did not understand and the small female dashed away. Jadis watched her go, suppressing an urge to release his own pheromones to linger with the smaller female in the mossy pool.

Another of the males clicked and chirped, pointing downward. Jadis sighed internally and pushed upward, forcing his body downward. As his neck breached the water, his gills stiffened, and he returned the oxygenated water packs to his gills. His lungs struggled for a brief second then he relaxed and released a mouthful of water followed by a breath of air while drifting to the floor.

He could see the layout easily now. It ran like a primitive cave structure. There were stalagmites hanging from the ceiling. Their placement was not the natural formation one might see in a cave, rather they were placed for decoration and uniformly at that. They were arranged from small to large all across the cave.  The ground at first glance was uneven, as though formed naturally from centuries of erosion, yet this too was artificial and a combination of the dim lighting and the structure of the room.

As his boots clicked on the artificial flooring, Jadis moved toward the bar that revealed itself, easing into the room from one of the cave walls. A set of brown stools also rose from circular impressions in the cave floor.

Jadis clapped wet hands in appreciation. “Now this is what I was hoping for!”

The three men were dressing the large female in a purple and grey fight suit with a spinning planet belted to her middle.

Hiding a look of disdain behind a cough, Jadis placed the fleshy pink human tongue over his forked Drafer tongue. This Betta, this station CEO, was such a child! It was humorous to see the Humans dressed like cartoons, but it was insulting to see a Drafer wearing it.

The large female studied him as the flight suit fit to her bulbous stomach and around her thick tail. Her forked tongue struck the air once and then again.

Jadis bowed formally. “I give my greetings, proprietor. I am Jadis Ter. I seek accommodation, comfort, and discretion. Betta of Arys has extended credit during my stay on this fine station.”

The Drafer female nodded and gestured toward a stool. They both sat as the males maneuvered to the other side of the bar.

“I am T’enic of Ysi, House of Amb, Listener of Gyb and Jyn. The rumors are true. Your taste is tainted.”

“I am not a true Drafer.” He could not keep the apology from his voice.

T’enic studied him a moment more before turning to the male before her. “Two Alynic brandies.”

“A drop of honey in mine,” Jadis said to the bartender.

“The taint. May I ask?” T’enic inquired.

Jadis sighed. “What is there to say? I didn’t choose this. I was made this way and cast aside. An experiment—“

“A mistake,” she interrupted with another shake of her scaled head. “It is a sad story. You confirm that it is true. You should not be.”

Jadis sipped the brandy, allowing the burning fluid to mingle with the warm pool water that lingered in his system. There was the hint of honey. Let her take that. Honey was hard to find in this sector. The cost would make her think again before extending unlimited credit to a visitor. He meant to teach her the lesson well.

“I can set aside a pool for you. Are there other… needs that you have?” T’enic kept her eyes to the glass in her hand.

Jadis suppressed a smile. “No worries. The female is safe. I didn’t come for pleasure. I am here for business. A pool will be sufficient as well as Human accommodations. I won’t need the pool at all times. Something very posh. Remember, Betta of Arys is paying.”

“You mean to ruin her before the trading season begins?”

“No, I mean to teach her a lesson. She’ll hardly be ruined. T’enic.” Jadis waited for her head to turn so their eyes met. “I would appreciate your discretion about what I am. Drafers are far more understanding than Humans. I have a deal in the works that does not need added complications.”

“You are famous for your… condition, and your deals, Jadis Ter. What deal will you make with me to keep your secret?”

Jadis wrapped the wet scarf around his neck to conceal his pulsing gills.

“You should not be.” T’enic said again, staring at his wet scarf.

“Yes. There are times, I wish that were the case. The House of Amb, is it?” Jadis asked knowingly.

“You know my people?”

“Amb.” Jadis closed his eyes, his flickering tongue recalling a flavor, though the prosthetic in his mouth only pushed the fake Human tongue forward. “The waters of C’innic in I’en. They have a salty weed there, a taste like rust, and rains ease the salt with a sweet spray.”

T’enic blinked a set of lids. “You’ve tasted C’innic. I have not been able to get that flavor. I have searched the outlying sectors near the Homeworld. There is no apothecary that can duplicate the experience. What does exist are usually fakes. How did you come to know C’innic?”

“I can have it duplicated, T’enic. I have contacts. Not your old-fashioned apothecaries. I know experts in this sector,” Jadis said.

“You would do this merely for me to keep a secret that is well-known to the Drafers?”

“Let’s be clear, T’enic. It’s not free. I will get you a good deal on C’innic flavor if you, and those that work for you, keep my secret for as long as possible. They will find me out eventually.  I’d rather it was as far in the future as possible. Keep in mind, there are other flavors that my contact may be able to obtain or synthesize that are also rare.”

T’enic blinked both sets of lids in sequence now. “U’im?”

“I don’t know that one. You’ll have to talk to my contact. As soon as my room is ready, I’ll make a few calls,” Jadis promised.

“And what about the Antogin? You know they are here, on this station. They have vowed to kill you.”

“The glorious hive mind!” Jadis waved at the bartender. “Another brandy. Two drops of honey this time.”

T’enic showed her teeth then. “You have no fear, Jadis Ter. You are famous for that as well.”

“Oh, I have plenty of fear. It’s just not for Antogins.”

T’enic opened her mouth to speak, then hesitated.

“What is it? We are friends now, T’enic,” he assured her.

“I have heard rumors that their queen comes soon.” T’enic’s tongue flicked the air. “There it is. There is the fear.”

Jadis tenderly touched the sides of his neck. There were other sore spots that he ignored while in the presence of the Drafer. There was no need to call more attention to himself than needed.

“I told you, I have plenty of fear. Is there an ETA on this queen?”

“A few weeks. She comes to take back The Five and to negotiate with the Drafer royals.” She hissed. “Traitors. All of them.”

Jadis downed the second glass of brandy and managed to find his courage. “I’ll probably be far away by then, at some important trade negotiation.”

“I will speak nothing of your secret, nor will my employees. Will you be needing a toilet, like the Humans?”

“Well… yes.”

“That does surprise me. Can we have discussions on—“

“No, T’enic. I will not tell you the details of my freakish mutation. The less you know the better.”

Her teeth reappeared. “Perhaps, when the queen has gone and your business with Betta of Arys is finished, we can make another deal?”

“One where I tell you about the toilet?” Jadis asked, unsurprised. It was a typical conversation with common Drafers. Royalty was curious, but polite enough not to question.

“And what goes in the toilet? How it goes in? What it comes out of?” T’enic’s eyes were wide. “Is it quite painful?”

“I’m gonna need another brandy,” Jadis waved at the bartender. “Four drops of honey. No, six. Make it six.”

♦ ♦ ♦

Betta was crossing the threshold of her compartment when everything in her stomach came pouring out without even a hint of warning. In the light gravity, it poured down in a strange stream that was both sickening and fascinating to watch.

“I’m sorry,” Betta said to the two women that followed behind her.

“Don’t worry, dear,” Gretchen admonished, “I suspected you had no stomach for the solid foods. It’s written all over you. You’ve been making it on nutrient drinks and such. I’ve seen this in the past. You’ll have to ease into the rich foods. I’ll prepare you a nice broth after you clean-up and rest a bit.”

While Gretchen spoke, Teena was already retrieving cleaner and towels from a silver panel that Betta didn’t even know existed. She had the mess clean in a few seconds.

“I’m sorry,” Betta apologized again, her head swimming.

“Miss Reganta. I’m going to insist that you rest first. I believe it will help you. I also do not believe you are steady enough for a shower,” Teena said.

“Riiiggght,” Betta slurred as she stumbled into her bedroom and fell face-first into her pillows.

When Betta awoke, she felt a brief quickening of her heart. Her dark flesh was covered in a sheen of sweat. The smell was overwhelming. She showered and returned to her bed to find a fresh uniform. Betta dressed while viewing the remaining messages in her queue. She marked the ones she thought were significant and forwarded them to Teena.

There was no weakness in her limbs any longer. The quickness in her heart had slowed to a normal beat. After days of feeling out of sorts, ready to fall unconscious at a breeze, she was finally feeling like her old self. Her stomach rumbled and roiled, otherwise she was ready to get on with her day. She looked forward to the promised broth.

Teena was waiting for her at the empty dining table with a large cup that steamed. Betta accepted it gratefully, sipping at it slowly, afraid that the contents might make their way back.

“If you are ready, I have all of the tier three managers on-call for a meeting on level-15. We also have a tour of The Disc and a meeting with the Federal Commander shortly thereafter.”

“And Jadis Ter?”

Teena did not hide her frown. “I have been monitoring him as you requested. I downgraded any tech he interacts with to the default settings.”

“The limit to his credit?” Betta asked.

“It’s in the system. As you requested, I have not informed him of the limit. He will be informed once he reaches it.”

Betta couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her. “It’s fun, isn’t it?”

“No offense, Miss Reganta, but I don’t understand what you find entertaining about this man.”

“He’s not like other people. If I do a search on the Net or the federal databases, I find no background. He has no family, no known associations, besides Drafer royalty, and in that only sponsorship. There are no other credentials, and yet he is CEO of two power stations. He came from nowhere. Even the contracts that he has with Pilo are generic. He’s obviously got cybernetic implants. He can’t help but hack every system he gets near. He even got past Antogin firewalls.” She didn’t want to sound like she was impressed, yet her voice gave it away.

Betta took a deep breath. She decided she wouldn’t be ashamed of it. Jadis, even if he was a fake character in Pilo’s corporate world, impressed her.

“And this deal?” Teena asked, rising from the table.

Betta considered how much she should tell Teena. Pilo obviously owned her contract, but Betta felt she held some sway after releasing Teena from stasis. Teena was obliged to report and investigate anything that might be an issue for the corporation itself. Having dual contractual obligations of this sort were tricky. Betta wanted Teena’s loyalty, but she also didn’t want to compromise her trust.

In the end, Betta decided to be honest, though cautious.  Based on Teena’s records and past action, if there was a choice between loyalty to Pilo and loyalty to Betta, she knew Teena would choose Pilo every time. The worst part was that she liked Teena and she wanted the overly professional executive assistant to like her as well.

“Pilo has invested in Jadis. I’ve never seen anything so obvious. He’s also a business man. His approach leaves something to be desired, but gets your attention and its memorable. It’s probably because he deals out here, in space. I don’t think the deal we made is the real contract. He’s up to something.”

Teena blinked. “Are you saying it’s all an act?”

“No. I’m pretty certain he’s an asshole, but he’s a smart asshole that has a secret. Perhaps your superiors at Pilo will share the information with you?”

Teena shook her head. “If such a deal existed and they did share it with me, I doubt I would be permitted to disclose it.”

Betta shrugged. “I thought that might be the case. Anyway, I can keep him entertained by playing the sweet, innocent girl from a poor mining planet.”

“I doubt he will be easily fooled,” Teena said.

“I’ll take that as a compliment. I’ll find another game to play if that one runs short. Any reports so far?”

Teena swiped the air before her and smiled. “I have a bartender in the Drafer district charging you for drops of honey.”

“Oh. Those are quite expensive in this sector.” Betta took another sip of the broth before gulping it down in just a few swallows.

“He doesn’t know about the bees.” Teena’s smile broadened.

Betta had ordered a few crates of bees before leaving Arys-27. There were some things that miners complained about in this part of space that were well-known. Betta had made certain to identify them and find some way to provide. Honey was one of those rare items. The crates had spent a five-year voyage in a self-contained arboretum in the cargo-hold of a vessel from Ganys-12. They bred quite well. When they arrived all reports were that there was more than enough honey to see her rich by the end of the year.

As such, the drops that Jadis ordered at such outrageous prices increased her profits, even as she was paying herself.

“I hope he has a taste for Drafer delicacies,” Betta whispered to herself as she followed Teena into the corridor. “No. That would be too much.”

Level 15 was built for large presentations. There were two auditoriums and seven conference rooms. Teena led them to the first auditorium, The Forum of Knowledge. They entered to a low murmuring where a crowd of men and women of all types of alien species took up most of the chairs. There were nearly a hundred seats and only two dozen were empty.

Betta’s heartrate quickened as she felt all eyes on her and Teena. They stepped through the crowd.

A spotlight quickly found her as Teena spoke quietly. “Ready when you are, Miss Reganta.”

Betta stepped onto the stage. The confidence she’d had was slowly dwindling as she looked into the expectant faces of those that waited for her to speak. The words she prepared felt incomplete and she stood silently looking back to the stairs. Forcing herself to speak, she stumbled. “I… my father…”

Her mind relived grabbing the peace of broken glass and lunging for the Lyten that was responsible for her father’s death. Betta was frozen, her grief hitting her in a thousand different ways as she recalled her mother, the days she’d spent with her father when the feds had allowed it, and finally her own idiotic attempt to be a field agent.

Teena Maverick, her executive assistant, climbed the stage, putting a hand to her shoulder. “Our proprietor is at a loss for words. I’ll handle this, if that’s acceptable,” Teena said.

Betta nodded, swallowing down the lump in her throat.

“I was in stasis for nearly 200 years. I testified for the feds on a black-market group that massacred a colony in Gessa Prime. That group made a deal, as I later learned, and I was made to disappear. If not for Miss Reganta, I would not be here. I am certain that many of you have similar stories,” Teena said matter-of-factly.

Betta watched nearly the entire crowd of business owners nod. Something within her relaxed and her mind attached names to faces from the lists she gathered.

Teena smiled. It had to be the first true smile she’d seen in the two days since she arrived on the station. “I was the first out of stasis. It gave me time to research Miss Reganta. I worried that I was being sacrificed for Pilo yet again and that this post would be my last. Then, I found ‘the list.’ All of your names were on it, including mine. Next to each name was some injustice done, whether by Pilo, the feds, or organizations within the black-market. We were never meant to be let out of those stasis pods. Every one of you was marked in some way, just like me.”

Finding her voice again, Betta stepped forward. “I didn’t just choose you because of your status. I chose you because each one of you attempted to do the right thing in the end. Not only that, each of you had some talent or unique ability that was being ignored to erase a wrong done by someone else.”

Betta felt a final squeeze on her shoulder from Teena before the contact ended. “An organization on the black-market killed my father. He left me this station so that I could have a new start. This station is more than just marks. It’s a fresh start for all of you as well. I want this place to give you something you never had. A community that looks out for one another.”

The clapping was not expected. The shouts of approval caught her off guard. A single tear ran to her chin, and Betta quickly swiped it away.

“We still need to make a profit,” she raised her voice above the crowd, and all went silent. “The Miner’s Half-Holiday is coming and I want this station to be something unique that this sector will remember. Let’s be legends.”

The next round of applause was overwhelming. Betta looked to Teena who gave a questioning look. Betta returned a look of what she hoped was approval and trust.

Teena steeped forward so that the two women now stood side by side. “This place. Betta’s Station. Let’s make it more than just some upgrade to a derelict station, let’s make it the place we all dreamed we would have. I know, I know, I sound like an advertisement, but after I read the list, I felt I knew each and every one of you. This is our chance.”

“And what is to say that Pilo doesn’t do as they did before?” a Hyn, Diatus Po, Betta identified, asked from the back. The Hyn always reminded her of fairytale dwarves, and she wondered, not for the first time, if they had visited earth when those fairy tales were first created.

“I am,” Betta said confidently. “If they try to screw us, I will make them rue the day Betta’s Station was created.”

The crowd laughed.

Betta laughed with them. “I don’t have an army,” she said when they settled. “I have no leverage over any business or even enough influence in the galaxy to starve out Pilo. What I have is a group of people that are not gullible to Pilo’s old tricks. This is a group that has lost significantly to the corruption of the black-market. Most of all, we have the protection of isolation. This station was left derelict for a reason. We have a few hundred years of growth ahead of us with the new colony traffic and the miners. After that, we take our profits and find a new place in the galaxy. As I said, this place is your start, as well as mine, and I encourage you all to think beyond Betta’s Station.”

“Are you going to find your father’s killer?” Betta couldn’t locate the speaker from the glare of the light.

Teena grimaced, meeting her eyes. “I can answer—”

Betta didn’t hesitate. “Yes, and I will make sure that they die a slow, painful death.”

No applause this time, only expressions that were sympathetic or just as resolved as she felt internally.

“If we all get revenge, this station is going to be very tense and distracted.” A Human man, Victor Alessandro, stood to make his statement. He had the look of a few rejuvenations under him. His flesh was too perfect, and his way of speech was ancient. “You keep repeating ‘new start.’ New start means wiping the slate clean and starting over again. Revenge will not bring our loved ones back. My daughter—” He didn’t continue. Instead, he went silent and sat.

She’d been ready to argue with him until his last unfinished sentence. After a long moment where Betta watched Victor stare into the past, she slowly inclined her head. “You’re right. This is our new start. It doesn’t mean I’m going to stop looking for a way to find my father’s killer, but it does mean that I will put Betta’s Station and its community first.”

Teena clapped her hands. “Let’s end on that. There are some refreshments in the adjoining room. Betta and I will be available if you have any other questions or even just to chat. If you have any personal issues, please do not hesitate to send us a message.”

Coming down the stairs, there were a crowd of owners, managers, and workers that greeted Betta. They shook her hand, thanked her, and she in turn thanked them.

The Antogin she had met earlier, Sera Rankor stood unmoving at the end of the line of employees that included Hyns, Drafers, Lytens, and Humans. Amongst them all, Sera was the lone Antogin, his ant-like body larger than them all. His antennae twitched when Betta finally approached him and his black-saucer eyes bore into her. She fought the strange terror that gripped her body every time she saw him. Looking away from his gaze was not an option, so she gathered what courage she could and faced him directly.

“Sera Rankor.” Betta extended her hand as she’d done with the others.

The Antogin extended a thin reed of an arm. At the end, a hairy claw retreated to reveal fleshy round finger-like attachments that enclosed her hand. It was surprisingly warm. Sera’s mandibles moved and she could just make out the grunts and clicks at the edge of her hearing before the translator spoke. “I come to represent The Five. We are in your debt for freeing us from our prison of eternal hibernation.”

“What was done to your people was not fair. I was happy to help,” Betta said softly.

The Five were a colony of Antogin that claimed a planet at the outer edges of their sector in space. Pilo never laid claim to the planet though many of their holdings were close. As resources dwindled in the neighboring sector, surveyors detected that the planet occupied by The Five was rich with the materials needed to continue manufacturing.

It was the strangest administrative trail Betta had ever studied. Requests to use deadly force to acquire resources against Antogin occupation was the first. This was followed by a request to mark the planet under the ownership of Pilo, which was the first sign that it never belonged to Pilo to start with. The next request was to keep all associated documentation regarding the planet under a level 5 security clearance. This would effectively keep their actions hidden from any employees, especially Antogins with low security clearances.

It took a few months, but approvals were issued. A week later, a memo was generated that suggested no matter the security clearance, it only took a single Antogin to have knowledge of the incident.

If the entire thing weren’t so sickening, Betta would have laughed. They had planned to massacre an entire planet of Antogin, put in paperwork to do so, in a company that employed Antogin, and every level of the administration forgot that these creatures worked with a hive mind. What one of them knew, so did they all. Sera Rankor was among the many workers that were forced into hibernation during the incident. The massacre was avoided, but The Five lost some of their number before hostilities ended. Pilo provided compensation, but Sera Rankor, and his fellow workers, were never released, though they had done nothing wrong.

Until now.

“Will your people leave once your queen arrives?” Betta asked.

“Our fate is uncertain. Antogin are rare in this sector and our separation from the Center is complicated,” Sera said.

“How so?”

Though no other part of his body moved, Sera’s antennae stroked the air. “We do not know the state of the hive. If we are no longer valuable to the whole then we will be reabsorbed.”

Betta didn’t know what being reabsorbed entailed, but she couldn’t imagine any way that would be good for anyone. Even though she had some instinctual fear response to the sight of Sera, she still felt for The Five, and for him. “Is there anything we can do to help you, Sera?”

“You have given us back to The Five. There is no more you could do to help. Our fate belongs to our queen. She will determine if we are worthy or not.”

“Still, I’d hate to see you reabsorbed or for your talents to go to waste. Perhaps I could help make your case? If you’d like to stay, I could try to convince your queen to, at the least, allow you to maintain your position,” Betta said.

His antennae halted their odd stroking of the air. “Your Human concern is noted, Betta Reganta. If you wish to aid me, model for me so that I may put you to canvas.”

The fear in her heart melted and she made a dramatic toss of her short-cropped hair. “I believe I can make the time for you. Schedule it with Teena and I will make myself available. I am curious to see how you view me through Antogin eyes and translate it to paint.”

“Human translations are always dynamic. May your day go well.”

“You too,” Betta said. She realized that her hand was still in Sera’s. He was first to pull away, gently.

For the remainder of the gathering, Betta met with several others, discussed their stories and their businesses. She listened to concerns and offered advice where she could. Victor approached her toward the end when her wits were near exhausted.

“You did good,” he offered in that ancient way of speaking that made her pause. “You got spirit, kid. You’re gonna need it with this crowd. Come on by the Blue Tavern and I’ll give you a discount on drinks when it gets bad. We specialize in helping people feel good in a discreet fashion.”

“Why does that sound a little shady?” Betta asked, half-joking.

“Hey, I do my best work in the shade. Look, I just mean we got a whole crew on deck to make certain things go well in my place. If you know my past, you know I don’t tolerate nonsense. I deal on the up and up.”

Victor intrigued her even before she met him. He’d owned a tavern on a colony a few sectors away. When he’d noticed some of his patrons were found dead hours after visiting his tavern, he’d put together a sting with the feds to track the killer. Victor’s daughter was the last victim, her body found near one of the incinerators. It was an obvious message from the murderer.

That did not stop Victor from trapping the killer in one of his back rooms. When it was revealed that a top executive for Pilo was the culprit, Victor was put in stasis, his establishment liquidated, and no more paper trail. Any mention of the executive in the report did not mention his name or to what division he belonged.

There were so many stories, and so many wrongs, that Betta felt a little overwhelmed by the outpouring that came with this meeting.

Victor laughed, bringing her attention back to the dark-haired man. “Looks like you could use a drink now. Can I offer an arm for the lady?” He extended an elbow.

Betta shook her head. “Thank you, but I promised Teena I’d tour The Disc with her today.”

“Fair enough. How about you join me for a drink when you’re free?” Victor asked.

Betta paused. Was she being hit on? She felt the heat enter her cheeks. For once, she was grateful for her dark skin. “As friends, Victor.”

“Oh man, you’re tough. Fine, Ms. Reganta. As friends, but I reserve the right to ask you out another time.”

She laughed. “You are always welcome to ask, Mr. Allesandro.”

Betta watched the managers pack themselves into the lift with little room for even a breath. Her next stop was to tour The Disc, the very place where all the managers were making their exit.

“We can take the service lift at the other end of the corridor, Miss Reganta,” Teena prompted.

“Call me Betta, Teena. How did we do?”

Teena inclined her head, her face solemn. “It was better than any introduction I’ve done. It was uplifting and emotional. I believe Betta’s Station will do well. And I don’t feel it’s right that I call you Betta in public, Miss Reganta. We should not get too familiar.”

As the doors slid closed on the retreating managers, Betta caught the flicker of the lift’s emergency lights. Next, flashes of red and the sound of a low wailing alarm bombarded their ears.

Betta could hardly make out anyone in the blinking corridor, but she could feel the steel grip of Teena’s hand on her wrist as she was yanked along. She couldn’t see where Teena led them. It was several steps and more than a few stumbles. The gravity was light so it was easy for her to recover from a stumble.

There was the sound of an electronic lock releasing, then she was shoved into a room. Betta fell to the carpeted floor as the heavy door was shut behind them. The sound of the alarm was muted here.

Teena stood at the door breathing heavily.

Betta took a moment to calm her own breathing. She accessed the link to her communication node and tried to reach Maintenance. There was only the “No Connection” script that ran across her retina and a metallic voice repeated the same in her ears.

“What is it?” Betta asked. “What’s happening?”

Teena had her hand to her chest. “The station is under attack. This is a lock-down procedure instituted by the feds.”

Betta stayed low to the ground, clutching her knees to her chest. “What do we do?”

“We wait. Maybe we die. I’ve never been in a lock-down like this.”

“Maybe we die?” Betta snorted.

“You’re the CEO, the owner. Aren’t you supposed to tell me what we’re supposed to do? Aren’t you supposed to keep my morale up?” Teena’s voice raised an octave or two before settling.

The silence sat between them for a few moments. Betta attempted another connection through her link and found nothing. This time there was no warning message, no returned failure, only silence.

After another look at Teena’s slim silhouette at the door, it occurred to Betta that this might be what Teena feared. A station full of Pilo and black-market enemies would be a highly-valued target.

“Let’s sit, Teena,” she said softly. “You’re right. There’s not much we can do from here. We let the feds do their job. All we can do is stay calm and act when we can.”

The only light they had to see by were the flickering emergency lights that did more to blind than allow one to see. Betta vowed that she’d have Sera Rankor replace them with something more practical if they lived.

Reaching out a hand, Betta guided Teena to sit on the carpeted floor beside her. She was surprised to feel Teena trembling, though neither pulled away from the other.

“I guess I’ve started to rely on you to have all the answers. That’s not fair, and it’s not the job you signed up for,” Betta admitted.

“No. It’s not. But then I was never meant to be assigned to another post again, was I? What you lack in professionalism and knowledge, you make up for in integrity. This idea of freeing all of those who were wrongly imprisoned might get us dead a lot faster, but it was a noble try.”

“You think you can run Betta’s Station better than me, don’t you?” Betta asked.

Teena’s fingers tensed in her own. “Maintain it. Ensure a steady stream of easy profit. Yes. I would do a better job than you. But motivating the people, anticipating needs, and making outrageous deals that might triple our growth, you would do best.”

“It was you that motivated everyone today, not me,” Betta said.

“Motivated by telling them about Betta Reganta and what she did for them,” Teena replied.

Teena had the knowledge and expertise, and it was obvious she had experience with space stations. A woman as smart and capable as Teena would have been a good candidate for the job. But like many jobs in the Pilo realm, the most qualified were not always placed correctly. Instead, the most qualified usually found themselves run out of a business for speaking out or having far too many opinions.

“I would be lost if it weren’t for you, Teena. Choosing you for an executive assistant was the best choice.”

She felt her executive assistant relax even more. Their hands merely touched, a lifeline in the flickering darkness.

“Let’s give it six months and we can revisit your contract if Pilo doesn’t have you obligated for some other station.”

“I doubt they would—wait, are you offering me a partnership, Miss Reganta?” Teena’s professional voice had suddenly reappeared and it was as controlled as ever.

“Call me Betta, Teena. We’re alone in a dark room waiting to die. I think that puts us on a first name basis. And, no. I am considering you for a share in Betta’s Station based on your performance at the end of the six-month trial period. I can also offer you an executive managerial position.”

“Can I have that in writing?” Teena asked.

“Yes. If you don’t mind, I will draw up the contract myself once you can confirm yourself as a free agent.” It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Teena, but having her write her own contract felt wrong somehow.

Betta felt her stomach dip and, in desperation, they each wrapped arms around one another as the gravity became nonexistent. They began to float in the darkness, their bodies entangled with one another. She could feel the other woman’s pulse vibrating against her own where their cheek’s touched.

Betta’s calm shattered as she imagined this might be their last moments on her station.

The sound of the ventilators halted and the cold began to creep into the dark chamber. The two trembled against one another.

♦ ♦ ♦

Before Jadis could change the subject yet again away from his waste output, the entire room trembled and several drops of water struck the back of his head. The room was cast in a shade of blue that blinked intermittently. It was a Drafer alarm, yet an alarm still.

T’enic pressed the buckle of her belt. “This is Lizard Inn, I’ve lost all communication with the lower half. I can’t reach Maintenance.”

Jadis furrowed his brow as he watched the holographic percentage change from 57 to 58, and then 59 at the corner of his vision. His download was suddenly proceeding. He was tempted to hack the federal database, but few came away from that without repercussions. Instead, he attempted to reach any security modules that might interface with him.

The room trembled again. There was a shutter that reverberated through the entire structure, and then silence.

Jadis Ter was on his feet and running toward the entrance. “I know what this is. Some idiot is firing on the station.”

T’enic gasped. “How is that possible? We are protected.”

Jadis didn’t wait to answer. He was through the entrance and into the dry, warm chaos that was The Disc. Employees in flight suits were running for lifts that weren’t working. There were a few that were trying to keep order by organizing into proper teams. There was no sign of clear leadership, which nagged at Jadis, but he moved forward, interfacing with his ship.

There was no firewall, no protection against any type of attack on the network. Even in the most basic setup, there was something to protect against intrusion. Jadis was easily able to access all the commands that were once encrypted on the old station. It was almost as if it had reverted back to its derelict state. He called a multitude of commands in an effort to get some information of what was happening outside the station.

An exterior scan revealed a heavy cruiser with no clear identification. It was more than a few parsecs away. The station would have never detected it on its own, rather the feds were updating the telemetry in real time. Several federal fighters were en route to intersect the battle cruiser, but there was a more immediate threat. More missiles headed toward Betta’s Station, at least a dozen. The station’s counter measures would not stop them all.

It figured. The one time he decided to suffer through a full stay outside of his ship, and actually taste honey, he would be caught in a massacre.

“Station!” he called, watching the people claw at the lift entrance, some casting others aside to pull at the crevice between the doors.

A kiosk appeared, but all the signs and words were in red. “This is station. I apologize. We are in a state of emergency. All interaction between customers and station is temporarily disabled.”

Jadis rolled his eyes. He placed a new subroutine that caused a reboot and allowed him to access root. Soon he had linked some of the environmental controls with his current interface. He could see the virus that ran rampant through the system. It was concentrated on the security and executive level access. Jadis had neither. Now that he was at root, he worked the very low-level code that was unprotected and without clearances. This was slow going as he had to learn the system.

Using his cybernetic ability to create several conscious interfaces of himself, he explored the stations database, easily interacting with each consciousness to share information and form a plan. In his head, the microseconds were like hours, yet he worked at a pace that he felt would impress the feds.

It was only a few minutes more before he had control of the fusion propulsion engines that operated at both axis as well as on the starboard and port of level 12.

He checked the ETA of the missiles headed for Betta Station. He had 7 minutes before the first wave hit. The propulsion system was old and it required a pre-check warm-up that took 15 minutes.

Jadis gritted his teeth. He hated to change that code. What if something was really wrong with this old station that the checks would reveal? Well… well, they would be dead by the time they found it, or at least leaking atmosphere.

There was another problem, one of his conscious minds revealed as he rewrote the code. There was a power check. The station needed at least 48 percent reserves for a full emergency burn that would take them out of the missile trajectory. For some reason, the reserves sat at 20 percent. 20 percent!

Jadis rubbed his eyebrows in frustration. How had he let himself even board this station without a full scan? He needed power. He needed to get it from somewhere. His eyes scanned schematic after schematic before he made the decision.

So, they wouldn’t have life support for about 5 to 10 minutes. “There should be enough oxygen in the station for at least a few hours.” He convinced himself this was true.

“But what happens after the burn? All the reserves will be spent. The fusion reactor will have to work double time to run the environmental controls?” Jadis hated arguing with one of his minds, but he was grateful that with knowledge and desire came morality.

There would have to be a choice between essential systems and non-essential. Gravity wasn’t essential, oxygen was, but the scrubbers were a luxury. The air would smell and taste bad for a few hours, but they’d have air.

Completing his code and overwriting the current implementation, Jadis activated his new hack with a two-minute impact ETA of the first missile. He found a handhold on The Lizard’s Inn near the doorway.

A part of him thought maybe he should have warned all those people running about. He definitely gave a thought to the ones attempting to organize their teams to actually do something. Of course, the time they spent in debate attempting to identify the problem, they’d all be corpses floating in space. His interjection would probably have only served to cause more confusion.

No, instead he watched in amusement as they scrambled about. Some called “station” in the hope they could find escape pods, or some way off the station. In truth, there were about 10 escape pods on The Disc.

Besides, who would believe him. It was hard enough just to get Betta’s trust. Teena was already suspicious, which he admired about her.

In the end, he justified it with the thought that he’d never have enough time to warn the entire Disc.

When the thrusters suddenly burned, the entire crowd flew across The Disc and struck the hull walls hidden behind a beautiful landscape of alien trees. Jadis Ter held tight to his handhold, his body fluttering like a flag on a pole while he laughed hysterically at the loud smack and groans that followed.

He was a horrible person, he knew this to his core, but it was best to enjoy these moments rather than wallow in the guilt.

♦ ♦ ♦

It was the sound of the ventilators coming alive that woke Betta. They were still floating in the cold room, clinging to one another. Betta held the taller woman that much tighter. Teena was still unconscious, and Betta felt grateful to be staring down into Teena’s unconscious visage. Teena’s dark hair drifted against them both, the straight strands tickling Betta’s cold cheeks.

Betta was grateful she wasn’t alone at the end. She was grateful she wasn’t trapped in a box or lost in her own mind. She tried to contact Maintenance.

Just as the image of Sera Rankor emerged on a holographic display above her head, Betta was thrown against a wall with Teena’s heavier form pushing the air from her lungs. She fought to stay conscious, huffing out their general location in bursts of breath as the suddenly illuminated room grew dark. Her last thought was for the horrible taste in the air and a final wish to see her father one last time.

Chapter Seven

Blame

Rising slowly from the bed, Jadis flexed his forearm where the automated stimulant activated. The soreness reminded him to switch the mechanism to the opposite arm later in the evening when he decided to rest again. He would prefer to do away with the stimulant altogether, but the risk of falling into another long hibernation was more likely. Already the grogginess was beginning to fade and the fog over his mind began to clear.

Jadis tapped into the station’s interface only to be brushed aside by a heavy firewall that was not in place the day before. A smirk touched his lips as he stretched all the different muscles that fluttered uncertainly through his body.

For the first time in a long time, Jadis didn’t have a gut filled with guilt. It was satisfying to finally do the right thing and not have any regrets about his actions. In fact, he couldn’t wait to leave his room and drink in the compliments from the station inhabitants.

Considering a dip in the pool nearby, he decided to forego it, placing the prosthetic over his forked tongue to continue his Human guise. He dressed slowly. When he was done, he checked all of his weapons, finishing with the charge on the nanite interweaving that concealed the items within his coat. Even as he expected to be praised as a hero, this station had enemies, and he wasn’t so sure the attack hadn’t been retaliation for something in his past.

Leaving his Drafer chamber, he made his way to the bar and sat before T’mos. “What’s good today, my friend,” he said cheerfully to the scaled face that stared back at him.

Without turning his head, Jadis could feel the feds entering the establishment. The chatter from their cybernetic skulls threatened to throw off his own gear. He lowered his awareness and brought up his own firewalls.

“The feds have been asking after you all morning,” T’mos said, nodding in the direction Jadis refused to look.

“Asking? Do feds give rewards these days?” Jadis asked, fingering the collar of his coat.

“Jadis Ter?” asked one of the agents that stood just behind him now.

“Yes?”

“We have orders to take you in for questioning. Will you accompany us peacefully?”

“Gentlemen.” Jadis turned and rose in one swift movement that his sore muscles protested against, though he kept his face free of any hint of the pain he felt.

The other agent was a few paces away and raised his pulse rifle in expectation.

“Whoa.” Jadis raised both his hands. “This is no way to treat a hero.”

“Jadis Ter, you are accused of collaborating with the enemy to create an opportunity.”

“Wait. You think I’m behind this? I had nothing to do with this,” Jadis protested.

The agent beside him paused. “We cannot ascertain whether you tell the truth based on the abnormality of your biology. As such, we must take you in for questioning. I will only ask once more. Will you accompany us peacefully?”

“Yes. Yes, of course,” Jadis said quickly. “No need to shoot. Why’s he so ready to shoot me? I didn’t do anything, but save this station from certain death.”

“Please follow Agent Daniels. I will take the rear,” the other agent said.

“I bet you will,” Jadis said softly.

The emotionless eyes of the agent before him only stared back.

Jadis decided to follow Agent Daniels while keeping his hands above his head.

“You are permitted to keep your hands at your sides, Jadis Ter,” the agent behind him said.

Slowly lowering his hands, Jadis kept up the brisk pace of the agents. The artificial breeze struck him first when he exited the Lizard. He took deep breaths of the sweet-smelling air. There was worry in his heart, but the pride he felt at saving the station was like an energy of its own, forcing its way through all three of his hearts and into his bloodstream.

Jadis tried to ignore the grumbling in his stomach. He also had a craving for something sugary. He’d allowed himself to indulge the day before with the hot chocolate. His body would start to do strange things if he continued to have more sugar and he didn’t want to embarrass himself in a place where others might be watching. It would take him off his guard as well, and with the way his morning was going, he doubted it would be good to be vulnerable.

Once they were in the lift, each agent put a hand to Jadis’ forearm.

“Is this really necessary, gentlemen? Where would I go?” Jadis asked in exasperation.

“The gravity on the lower decks is not as strong. Until you acclimate, we will render assistance.”

Jadis forced a smile. “Well. That’s actually… nice of you?”

Despite the… friendly… tone of the agents, their grip on his arms were strong. The lift’s door opened. He was rushed through the halls of the station and to a white doorway with the emblem of an eagle hanging over the door, its wings spread wide, the yellow beak open and ready to devour anyone near.

The doors slid open as they approached and Jadis was escorted past the welcome desk and into a side room. Tossed forcibly into a metal chair, his wrists were immediately secured by matching metallic bracelets.

Relaxing his body and his mind, Jadis attempted not to get too excited. These were obviously tactics meant to throw him off.

The man that entered the room had a short-cropped haircut and wore an old-fashioned suit with a tie. Jadis sat up rather than slumping in the chair. His wrists strained against the bracelets briefly before he forced himself to relax again.

“Hello, Jadis. I am Agent Brown. I’ll be your interrogator this evening. I hope they weren’t too rough with you. Protocol, you understand?” Agent Brown said.

“Is this how you treat someone that just saved all your asses?” Jadis asked, trying to look relaxed in the uncomfortable chair.

Agent Brown placed a small tablet on the table before them. A smile touched his lips at Jadis’s words. “Yes. We are grateful for your assistance. The problem, you must understand, is that it came so conveniently.”

“What would I gain from attacking Betta’s Station?”

“Not much, but you would gain if you were able to have its proprietor in your debt.”

Jadis rolled his eyes. “Look, Mister Interrogator, I did what I did to save my ass too. Don’t blame me because you didn’t have proper protection against a simple virus. Better yet, what kind of protection are you providing for a battleship to get close enough to launch long range missiles? And how many months were those missiles lining up with Betta’s Station with not one of your patrol’s detecting it?”

“Those are all valid questions. May I ask a few of my own?” Agent Brown asked, nonplussed.

“I’ll save you the trouble. I had nothing to do with this. I was enjoying a drink at one of Betta’s establishments when I heard the alert. I recognized the sound of bombardment and when I checked the station’s firewalls I noticed they were down. When I accessed the sensors, I recognized what was happening and took the easiest course of action. I don’t have access to the kind of tech or expertise used for this operation. I’d suggest you focus your queries to the darkNet. I’m sure there are a few groups willing to take responsibility.” Despite his best efforts, Jadis was starting to feel annoyed. All he had done was save this space station and all aboard only to be treated like a criminal. He finally did something right and this was the way he was treated.

“Let’s talk about the darkNet then. You are a known dealer on the darkNet. Do you have any associates that you suspect might have been behind this?” Agent Brown pressed.

Jadis sighed in exasperation. “You know that I’ve been banned from the darkNet for nearly a decade. All my deals have been legit. I don’t associate with those people.”

The last he said with more passion than he meant. Jadis was breathing heavily and his mind flashed back to the pods sitting in his cargo bay. In an attempt to regain control of his emotions, something released from one of the glands at his pits.

The interrogator stood. His eyes flickered with a bluish hue. “It is my determination that you are being truthful, Jadis Ter. Do you think this attack was meant to eliminate you?”

“What?” Jadis was trying to get a hold on whatever it was his body was doing now. He could feel the dampness just under his arm growing, and the smell permeated his body as sweat rolled down his temples. That had never happened. His hearts all increased their pace.

“Is it possible that your enemies saw this as an opportunity to eliminate you once and for all?” Agent Brown asked.

“No. My trip wasn’t scheduled until a few days ago. That battleship had to be in position months ago.” Jadis closed his eyes, concentrating his efforts on his quickening pulse. Control. Control. He had to have control.

“But the firewall collapsed just as the first missile made contact. This was only a few hours after your arrival,” Agent Brown said.

“Perhaps it was equipped with some remote function.” Jadis opened his eyes, starting directly into the flickering blue dots that danced across Agent Brown dark pupils.

“No. The virus was activated locally. That much we know.”

Jadis was surprised the interrogator was giving him any information, but he didn’t want to question it. They wanted something from him.

“What’s going on? You’re not really trying to pin this on me, are you?” His pulse slowed to a more manageable pace. Jadis let out a breath of relief, feeling back in control of chaotic body.

“We believe you might be a trusted ally, but there is still uncertainty. Until we have confirmation there is no more information I can share.” Agent Brown moved in closer.

The metallic bracelets slid away from Jadis’s wrists.

“We find that you are not at fault, Jadis Ter. We thank you for your help and your time. You are free to go.”

Jadis remained seated, rubbing his sore wrists. “Anything else you want to share? Be cryptic as hell if you need to be.”

The blue light flashed in the eyes of the interrogator again. “Your friends are operating again. They have tech that hides them from our agents. Do you know what that means?”

Jadis did. He rose slowly, studying the cybernetic agent that remained very still as he moved. The feds were scared they were compromised and they well might have been. No one had dared to hack the feds for fear of reprisal. If they didn’t know the extent they were compromised then anyone could be listening or watching.

The final truth that Jadis understood was that they were asking for his help.

“I’m sorry,” he said carefully. “I don’t know anything about that tech, but I’ll keep an ear to the ground just in case.”

The agent sprang back to life, his eerie stillness ended. “Of course. That’s all we can ask of a federal citizen. Go in peace, Jadis Ter.”

Jadis bowed his head and scurried out of the federal office.

♦ ♦ ♦

The monitors displayed Jadis Ter handcuffed to a chair in the interrogation chamber. Betta watched and listened carefully as the interrogator asked his questions. The screens went blank when the interrogator said, “you are free to go.”

Betta studied the agent that sat beside her with a sidelong glance. “Cutting off the feed like that isn’t procedure.”

“No, it is not.” The emotionless agent did not follow the statement with another, rather staring in that strange detached way the agents always did.

“Well, is there a reason?” Betta asked.

“There is.” The same annoying monotone.

Betta held back an urge to slap the man across his humongous nose. “Will you please tell me the reason this agent is ignoring protocol?”

The agent refocused on her and his eyes flickered from flecks of blue back to light brown. “That information is classified. However, as you are the proprietor of this establishment, and the fact that you are aware of the previous hack into our network, it has been deemed acceptable to share the reasoning.”

Using what she considered to be a god-like amount of patience, Betta waited for the agent to continue.

He did not.

Betta let out a long breath and sucked an even deeper one in before exhaling a final time. “Agent Nielson, why did this agent stray away from protocol?

“Due to the infiltration 30 years ago, our network was upgraded to include an Independent Consciousness within each agent on a closed node. This allows each agent to act without observation or agency for a predetermined period of time. In this case, the agent’s I.C. made the determination that whatever words were shared after the feed went blank would be on a need to know basis.”

“That allows for a great deal of trust and far more autonomy than the agents have known in the past. How can you be certain that an agent won’t go rogue?” Betta studied the emotionless agent with more than a little skepticism. She imagined several situations where free will for emotionally stunted cyborgs could get complicated.

“Agents do not go rogue. The point of the cybernetic network was to quickly and easily share information securely. Now that we know the network is no longer secure, we are forced to find another means to communicate that would protect all of our assets.”

“How effective has this method been?” Betta asked.

“We have not had an incursion in thirty years,” Agent Nielson replied.

“But that could just mean that they’re waiting to strike.”

“Indeed.”

Turning her head, Betta took in the holographic image that took up the other end of the monitoring chamber. A long trench coat turned slowly along with a window to the right with a white outline that gave an inventory of the items that Jadis hid.

“Why so many knives? And who keeps knives anymore?” Betta whispered to herself.

“These knives are made of an alloy that is normally undetectable. The blades would also be ineffective for stabbing or cutting,” the agent replied.

“So, he’s using blunt force weapons disguised as knives?”

“One could presume this is his goal,” Agent Nielson speculated.

“As least he has a few force pistols. What about the injection system?”

“This item carries a medicinal stimulant.”

“He’s on drugs. He seemed so clear-headed when we spoke.” Betta’s lips pursed. Could she trust a deal with someone that relied on chemicals to get through the day? What would happen if he ran out of his supply? What kind of people was he associated with? “Isn’t this a crime?”

“The drug is legal and Jadis Ter has a valid prescription.”

Betta’s stomach dropped and she felt a wave of empathy, recalling her youth in the pod, a mother she would never see again, and those brief moments when they had all been together. “He’s sick then?”

“It is difficult to ascertain. Jadis’s physiology is unique. We have no way to determine if he suffers from an illness given his amalgamation of genetic signatures.”

There was silence as Betta paused to recall Jadis’s words. He’d said that they were alike, and she assumed he meant dark-skinned Humans. In fact, the man – if he was a man – pointed out the similarity. It must have been one of his tactics.

“He looks Human. What exactly is he?”

“The details of the subject known as Jadis Ter’s medical profile is restricted. As proprietor of this station, I can give you a summary based on the scans that were taken when he boarded.”

“Please proceed,” Betta said.

The holographic image of the trench coat vanished and was replaced by something far more grotesque. Betta swallowed down the nutrient drink she’d gulped earlier before it rose too far. Her breathing came in shallow sharp breaths and her hand gripped the light fabric of her flight suit.

“That’s not possible. Did someone do that to him? Did he do that to himself?” There were several documentaries on the Net about Humans augmenting their appearances for strange purposes. Was Jadis like that?

“That information is restricted,” Agent Neilson said matter-of-factly.

Stomach settling and resolve rising, Betta moved closer to the slow-spinning image of a nude Jadis. His head was normal enough. He had her complexion, if a shade darker. His brows were full, but not thick, and his hair cut short, close to his scalp. Truthfully, she admitted to herself, she liked his appearance.

But then, she saw the gills at his neck. His chest was grey and covered in scales like a lizard, or a Drafer. Where his stomach should have been was the black, oblong abdomen of an ant or an Antogin. Perfectly molded to the insect abdomen were furred hips, crotch, and legs. They were well muscled and the fur an unkempt mess of black and light gray. His feet were not feet at all, rather they were massive paws.

The more she studied the image, the more Betta felt like there was a great deal more to Jadis than a mere smuggler.

“Where is Jadis now?”

“He has entered the Blue Tavern at Quadrant Twelve of the Disc.”

Betta didn’t attempt to get any more information out of the agent. Instead, she left the monitoring chamber to catch up with Jadis. She had more than a few questions of her own and today she was feeling strong enough to truly debate him.

A multitude of lists popped into her head as she considered what she would experience at the Blue Tavern. A more prioritized list superseded the others and she decided it was far more efficient to do two things at once. She contacted Teena, then continued on her path.

The Blue Tavern was filled to capacity as the Miner’s Half-Holiday was in full swing. Even though the excited of the day before rattled more than a few, including customers that demanded refunds and left the station entirely, overall the reaction was one of celebration. The miners, grateful to be alive, were partying as if this was their last night in the universe.

Betta pushed past many a patron before finding Jadis, sitting at the bar, staring down into what she suspected was a brandy. A Drafer woman was standing next to him, talking in rapid bursts. What was it with him and the Drafers? Without much effort she added this to her list of Odd Things About Jadis Ter. It was right up there with his attire, which she now understood, his rude personality, and, after the feds revealed it, his extremely grotesque body.

Jadis was not smiling as Betta thought he should be at receiving the attention of the Drafer at his side. Instead, he frowned down at his drink and heaved a few pathetic sighs.

For a brief instance, Betta felt sorry for him. What did she really know? He came to her station with a deal. Granted, he’d riled up her Teena with his rude insinuations, but he’d never pursued or approached either of them afterward. He was eating and drinking on her tab. A favor she’d freely given him without hesitation. On top of that, he was the wealthiest “person” in this part of space, short of herself. She imagined he could’ve been pompous and rude, but he seemed patient and interesting. The feds even trusted him. Lastly, and most importantly, he’d saved Betta’s Station.

And, even after all he’d done, he was the saddest “person” at the bar.

Betta forced her way next to him, easing a drunken man wearing a black flight-suit made of pleather, to the side.

“Easy, honey.” The man weakly stepped to the side before falling on his face. Betta fought the instinct to help him up as two workers immediately closed in on him. Moments later, they were dragging him into a back room.

“I appreciate the praise, but no more drinks, friend. Save your marks. Betta is paying for me tonight!” Jadis called over the thumping of some form of old-style punk music, his remaining on the drink he nursed.

“I will gladly tell them to stop your tab and allow this other ‘Betta’ to pay for you.” Betta raised a hand to get the attention of the bartender.

Jadis looked as though he were about to run out of the bar. “Miss Reganta?”

“Call me Betta, Jadis,” Betta showed him a genuine smile.

“Betta.” He said her name as though trying it out for the first time. The brief smile that touched his lips returned to a frown as he turned his eyes back on his drink.

The Drafer that was chatting him up, now stared at the two of them silently. Her forked tongue tasted the air before she smiled. Inclining her head to Betta, she walked into the crowd of miners.

“Did you come here to interrogate me too?” Jadis asked softly. The words would have been lost if it weren’t for the acoustics of the bar. Voices that were in conversation were amplified to the listeners.

“Something like that,” Betta admitted. “How about we drink, Jadis? It’s a celebration. You saved my station and, for tonight, you’re my hero.”

It was like a light went on in his eyes. His smile was broad and Betta felt her heart pump a little stronger in her chest. She tried to remember that under all those layers he wore there was something else, something that wasn’t Human at all. Still, she’d seen how sad he was before she arrived. Human or not, he was still a man she supposed. She considered that for a long moment, bringing the holographic image to mind. There’d been so much fur that…

“Thank you, Betta. I was worried that you thought like the feds.”

Betta decided not to reveal that she was the one that asked the feds to arrest and interrogate him. Instead, she patted him lightly on the shoulder.

The bartender was now distracted by a woman in a strapless black dress.

Betta pounded the bar with two strong fists, “Oi! Lover boy! Get me a Polaris Sunset!”

Jadis nearly dropped his drink as the bar went quiet.

The bartender hurried over. “Did you say a Polaris Sunset?”

Betta nodded. “You don’t know—”

“I can look it up, Miss Reganta.”

Shaking her head, Betta waved him back with both hands. She then grasped the side of the bar and vaulted over. It only took her a few moments to get all of her ingredients together. Soon she was pouring, grating, slicing, and mixing. The patrons watched in fascination, the quiet becoming murmurings and the music completely muted.

The liquid that Betta poured in the clear glass was initially clear, the next addition turned it a neon blue. Smiling broadly, Betta made her final pour as orange flecks populated the fluid in a flurry that began to individually explode into little dots of orange hues, a light froth topping the head. The drink roiled blue then orange, and then blue again, before it finally settled on orange.

The crowd made noises of awe and fascination at each change. Finally, Betta raised her drink high in the air. “To Jadis Ter! Without him we wouldn’t be here today!”

A roar of cheers shook the tavern. Betta threw back the drink, sucking down the liquid in one massive gulp that was followed by a longer cheer from the crowd.

The drink burned all the way down her esophagus and into her stomach where it spun of its own accord. She was worried that it was going to spin right back out of her mouth, but then the entire station began to twist and turn.

Betta laid her head on the bar. She felt warm, contented and secure. The last thing she heard was Jadis speaking softly.

“Who tries to down a Polaris Sunset in one gulp? And after stasis sickness?"

Betta snorted. “I’m not the one with knives that don’t cut.” Without prompting, a single list popped up in front of her and she suppressed a smile, her gaze falling on Jadis.

Then everything in the bar vibrated, locking out any other sound.

♦ ♦ ♦

Jadis’s dark hands reached out to catch Betta before she could slide behind the bar. Gently, he lifted her to the other side by her shoulders. She was light in his hands, though he could feel the firmness of her muscle beneath the thin flight suit. Awkwardly, he placed her on the stool next to him. Her eyes rolled back into awareness.

“Oh.” Betta blinked in surprise. Her mouth remained in the shape of an oval. She leaned forward, pressing against his lips, a moan escaping.

The pounding of his hearts caused a shudder of both pain and pleasure through his body. In all his years, he’d never kissed anyone, not even D’yanna, and the thrill of it worried him. How would his body react to a Human? A quick check revealed that the hardness at the bottom of his abdomen had returned. He’d felt it when D’yanna aroused him. The fluids he excreted soaked his shirt and came in spurts that shortened with each release. Jadis turned his face away from her, his breaths coming in short gasps. The smell of his musk began to permeate through his pores, but he could smell her too now. It was a sweet scent, the orange of the Polaris Sunset mixed with her own natural scent that reminded him of limes. His forked tongue writhed beneath the prosthetic he wore. He wanted to taste her now.

Betta smiled when he turned back, her pupils large, though the look she gave him was cautious. “Was it that bad? I’m not thinking right. I’m sorry. I’ve never done that before.”

“You drank way too much, too quickly. I can contact Teena for you.” Through his mental interface, he’d already sent her a message.

Betta, eye-lids now drooping, began to topple forward. Jadis renewed his hold on her shoulders, lifting himself off his own stool to catch her. Small arms went about his damp chest as she snuggled into his embrace, sighing softly.

“Feeling better?” he ventured to ask.

Betta’s response was a gurgle. He felt a new dampness along with the sound of spattering fluid along the lining of his coat.

Teena Maverick was pushing through the crowd with another man and a group of followers.

“Get off her!” Teena commanded.

“Me? Off her?” Jadis asked in shock. “I—I’m not—” He was so shocked, disgusted, and, honestly, hurt that he could find no words to respond.

Betta pulled back, her eyelids far less droopy, and her attention to his spattered coat.  She raised a hand to stop Teena’s advance. “I’m so sorry, Jadis. I’m feeling better though. Take it to Gabriel and he’ll replace your wardrobe. Something better.”

“Better? Better?” There were no words to the storm in his head. “This coat was specially made—”

“It’s not even the latest model,” Betta mumbled, swaying slightly on her feet. He reached out a hand to steady her, but she moved outside his grasp. “You got it maybe three decades ago. The nanite mesh doesn’t even hide his stupid weapons because it’s obsolete!” She laughed and her new companions were now helping her to stand. “Gabriel will get you settled. Only the most up to date for my hero.”

Jadis grit his teeth, looking to Teena who now wore a small smile of amusement. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Betta’s own eyes suddenly grow aware. She wrestled free of her captors and crossed the two steps back to him, threw her arm around his neck and pulled him close.

Too shocked to move, Jadis stood there, all three of his hearts beating so quickly they were almost in sync, almost working against one another. He was lightheaded and nauseas, and, based on the hard lump in his abdomen, aroused.

Betta, on the other hand, slowly laid a kiss on his forehead. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Teena was there, an arm around her shoulder, pulling her away. Her eyes met Jadis. “You always seem to get yourself into compromising positions, don’t you?”

“All I wanted was a drink,” Jadis raised his hands innocently.

A bulbous man in what he thought might be black pleather was making his way through the crowd. Arriving just behind Teena, he looked as though he meant to speak. All he had time to do was to open his mouth and take a breath. Betta’s head lulled forward and the sound of liquid falling made him cringe.

“Isn’t this just the way,” the man said to Jadis. “I went through all the trouble of putting together this retro costume and showing it off, and now it’s puked.”

Jadis studied the pleather body-suit that covered the bulbous man all the way up to his neck. There were shining zippers located on his chest and between his legs. Now covered in a thick green liquid that only added to the reflective shine of the pleather. “Think I’m just going back to the shuttle and call it. This whole holiday’s been nothing but vacuum, you know?”

Teena looked his way, a plea in her eyes as she hurried Betta through the crowd.

A chill went through Jadis and the firmness in his abdomen released, along with a whole flurry of glands that added to the dampness beneath his coat. Strengthening his resolve with a look at the balding man that stood in front of him, Jadis decided he owed Teena something.

“My friend, tonight the libations and replacement wardrobe are on Betta. Come with me to Gabriel’s so that we might exact our revenge.”

“Can’t drink anymore. Medic’s gave me a shot in the ass. Won’t feel the effects of alcohol for at least 48 hours. That’s the rest of my leave!”

“What’s your name, friend?”

“Drew, but my friends calls me Big Dee.” Drew winked at Jadis.

“Look, Drew,” Jadis said, “we can get you real leather. A new costume for next holiday? And just because you can’t feel the alcohol doesn’t mean you can’t taste it. Have you ever had a brandy with a few drops of honey?”

Drew’s brows rose.

The music returned to normal volume and conversation resumed in the bar as the two exited, leaving behind a trail of green and blue liquid in their wake. The crowd gave them ample room, coalescing once the cleanup was complete.

♦ ♦ ♦

The A.I.’s doors flew open once Jadis and Drew arrived at Gabriel’s.

“Out!” The A.I. shouted. “Out! You’re both disgusting!”

The two men leapt off the ride quickly, exchanging glances. The electric cart buzzed away angrily.

Not for the first time, Drew said, “maybe we should call it, Jadis. I’m not sure we’ll get a better reception in there.”

“Drew—” Jadis began.

“Big Dee!” Drew interrupted.

“Drew,” Jadis said more firmly. “If you go through life walking away every time it gets tough, you’ll never get your revenge on Betta Reganta.”

“I don’t need revenge. She was just a poor, sick woman… with an extremely large amount of fluid in her belly,” Drew said softly, following behind Jadis.

Gabriel’s boasted an old-fashioned golden neon sign reading “Gabriel’s” that cycled the level of illumination from easy on the eye to near-blinding when seen up-close. Holographic models walked down a red carpet that sat horizontal to the transparent structure. Inside the shop, there were tuxedos with expansive ties and dresses that went from ballroom to particularly revealing. Wherever Jadis’s eyes roamed, a holographic model would appear wearing something from that section of the shop, winking at him the entire time. There were also utility suits near the back end, sleek space suits of a design that Jadis had never seen, and finally an entire array of the very coat that Jadis wore. The big difference was that his attire felt cheap and lifeless compared to the liveliness of the golden colors that shimmered under the shop’s light. He suspected this was an added effect to draw in buyers. Mentally, he prepared himself to haggle.

Not that it mattered. A tall woman with mahogany skin that towered over the both of them stepped out through the sliding doors and onto the red carpet. She wore a blood-red dress that skittered to the side at the ankles and revealed a large bust at the top, the fringing black at the edges. Straight, black hair with bangs that were cut perfectly above her brow, and the same just above her shoulders, complimented the dress. The hint of diamonds glinted at the top of her head as a low-key tiara. Her lashes were long and her eyes round and wide as they studied the two men covered in muck.

Jadis prepared himself for another tongue-lashing, but white teeth were revealed with a wide smile. “You must be Jadis, and you must be Big Dee,” a low voice, that Jadis was beginning to suspect belonged to a man, as it was lower than his own, boomed out into the station proper.

“Big Dee!” the holograms gasped and giggled.

Jadis frowned. The last thing Drew needed was –

“That’s me, ladies!” Drew called out. “I think I’ve found heaven. And what might your name be, gorgeous?”

Gabriel extended a red-gloved hand with black stitching on the outside to match the red dress. Drew made to take it, but it was quickly held up in a signal for him to stop. “Hold on, Big Dee. You’ll need to clean up before you enter my establishment. I am, of course, Gabriel, by-the-by. I’ve also got more than a few items for you to model. Kat! Kat!” She called back into the shop.

This time a man of far lighter complexion with a head full of black curls scurried through the doorway. He was wearing one of the old-fashioned tuxedos, complete with a grey vest and a solid gray tie. “Yes, Gabriel?”

“These gentlemen need your help, my dear. You know where to take them. You must have the utmost care with that one.” She pointed at Jadis. “He’s the one our Miss Reganta kissed.”

A flashback of the kiss caused his hearts to race again. “News travels fast.”

Gabriel waved and a holographic image of Betta leaning in to kiss him was displayed across the red carpet. The modeling men and women “awed” appropriately. It paused mid-kiss and Gabriel clapped her hands. “It was this part here that truly touched my insides, Jadis. Look at how you closed your eyes, how your lips part, and how those clenched teeth opened right up to her. You can look as put out as you like, but, my dear, I see the truth. Kat!”

“Yes, Gabriel.” The young man snapped into action. “If you two gentlemen will follow me, we’ll get you cleaned up and ready for Miss Gabriel.”

“Oh, I’m ready,” Drew winked.

Gabriel winked back. “I like you, Big Dee.” She laughed a deep baritone laugh. Turning in a flourish, she re-entered the shop and the transparent doors slid back together. Both Jadis and Drew continued to stare while Gabriel grew distant, her walk painstakingly slow.

Kat cleared his throat. He cleared it again. Finally, he stepped before the two men. “If you are ready, sirs?”

“Did you hear that, Jadis? We’re sirs!” Drew said excitedly.

“Lead on, young Kat.” Jadis waved.

They were led around the shop and through a service entrance that led to a different part of the facility. Titanium grey walls attached to a heavy door that was magnetically locked. The thundering sound of the door unlocking shook the two men. They followed Kat into the interior which was laid out in plush red carpeting, a matching sofa with the same coloring, and a buffet table heavy with all types of meats and veggies. There was even a cooler with drinks both alcoholic and boring.

Facing the sofa, were a wall of six doors. Kat gave them each a code and bowed. “You’ll find a selection of clothing that Gabriel thought would match your desires and motivation. When you have found the combination that suits you, please press the green button on the wall. Gabriel will join you to inspect your choices and judge whether it is suitable.”

“Shouldn’t we be the ones judging?” Jadis asked.

“Shut up, Jadis. It’s obvious that Gabriel is a lady of refinement and taste. Not like you,” Drew replied.

“You are a very wise man, Big Dee.” Kat grinned. “I’ll leave you to dress.”

Jadis entered the code for the first door. It beeped and opened, revealing a room with a bed, a couch, a full mirror and an attached bath through another doorway.

Jadis pulled off his coat. He paused mid-sleeve, looking down in complete and total despair. How had it taken him this long to notice? All of his holsters were empty. His pulse gun, his knives, even the little ones, were all gone.

When had she done it? Well, he knew when she had done it. How had she done it? Had the whole thing been an act to get him weaponless. If so, why all the vomiting? That part really turned his stomach. There had to be a better way to disarm him. The more he thought about it, the more he was convinced that if she had merely threatened to vomit he would have freely given up his weapons.

Was she planning to get him alone in this chamber so that she could attack him while he was defenseless? The more he thought about it, the more he felt he knew the answer. Never in his life had he met someone like her. Drafers by nature, especially in the royal household, were reserved and controlled. He knew that he rebelled against that control, which explained most of his impulses. Betta was like a child in a world where everything was a toy. She put costumes on her employees, ate like she’d never eaten food, and drank with absolute abandon. And now she’d pickpocketed him for his weapons.

His anger bubbled over into laughter. It was the first time in decades that Jadis laughed that hard. Every time he imagined himself standing shocked over the kiss that was obviously meant to distract him, he laughed even harder. Removing his coat fully and the remainder of his clothing, he wrung out his damp fur, ignored the musk-laden smell that rose, and used his scarf to wipe away the layer of fluids that covered his torso. He touched the spot where his lower abdomen had hardened earlier, now soft and pliable.

Stepping away from the stinking pile of clothing that was interlaced with both his and Betta’s fluids, he made his way into the bathroom to greet his toilet and take a long shower.

The pile was gone when Jadis returned to the room. In its place were four racks. The first had four coats that were similar to the one he owned, each a different shade of gold. His implants immediately connected to the coat’s interface. He sighed, acknowledging that Betta was indeed correct. His nanite mesh was decades behind this.

The holographic image of Gabriel, this time in a simple pair of jeans with a tucked in rolled sleeved shirt popped up at the second rack. Jadis put the towel he held to his chest, not certain what to hide.

“Hello, my dear. This holographic image is recorded earlier so that you can see me and I can retain some privacy for my clients. Not that it matters. I’ve already attained all of the scans that the feds released to Betta, and I’ve a general understanding of your anatomy. Let me first say that the Drafers did you a disservice. There is so much that can be done in this day and age to both regulate your body’s conflicted nature with style, and bring you comfort. Let’s start with your amphibious nature and your constant secretion of hormones.”

Jadis lowered the towel, studying the glint of scales across his chest. The second rack held what he could only compare to a wetsuit that Human swimmers might wear. The problem with most of them was that his lower half needed to breath and these would make it difficult with fur. His abdomen also needed a cooler temperature or he would get cramping that would lead to issues with his bowels.

“You’ll find that the material is like a wetsuit, but connect your cybernetics to the interface. You’ll notice the interweave is much like your coat. There is a nanite lining that can control oxygen flow, keep a set temperature within a centimeter of the fabric, and a host of other settings that you can make custom for your body type. It also can be set to expand or shrink to the size you desire.” Gabriel’s brows raised suggestively. “It also dries on command. You’ll no longer need to take your dips fully clothed. These will be your undergarment and act as a cover for your torso while still concealing all of your hidden beauty. Honey, this suit will even protect your from vacuum.”

Jadis snorted. “Hidden freakishness, more like.”

“Now we move on to the pants. These are far lighter than the heavy jeans you wore. You’ll find the material concealing and easier to move. With your new undergarments, you’ll never need to wear those bulky things again. The undergarment will keep your fur fresh and close to the skin. And honestly, babe, you really need to get that stuff trimmed. I can offer you the service, but Betta felt like you’d run away like ‘a cat tossed in a lake.’ Her words, not mine. Earthers, right?”

Betta was right again. Someone might have broken a few fingers if they tried. Jadis felt an odd pressure at the back of his neck. He tried to ignore it. Just another one of his many conflicting sensations playing with his mind, he guessed.

The third rack held a set of black boots on a stand. “These are Lyten boots. It’s odd that you didn’t have a pair. They will keep your feet aerated and work the same as the undergarments. They also have levels of comfort, tightness and fit. You can set these to your liking. Finally, if you move over to the desk you’ll find a packet. The crude water packs that you strap across your gills are unattractive and ineffective. Another hasty solution provided by your Drafer overlords.” Gabriel rolled her eyes. “Take one out and slide it on. Have a look in the mirror and take a few breaths.”

On the nightstand, near the bed, was indeed a packet with transparent tabs nearly the size of his water packs. He removed the adhesive on one side and placed it on a single gill. The feeling was immediate. Soothing and filled with oxygenated fluid that seeped into his flesh. Jadis quickly replaced the other side. His body relaxed, and his lungs halted their internal battle with his gills. For the first time, Jadis felt no discomfort in his breathing. When he looked in the mirror, his neck looked no different from any other human. The tabs somehow blended to his complexion, hiding the ridges of his gills.

The pressure at the back of his neck increased and he was overwhelmed with the sensation of someone watching through his eyes. Shaking his head, he tried to ignore the weird idea of someone in his head. He set his cybernetics to do a diagnostic scan in fifteen minutes.

“These packs were good for one week on a normal amphibian. I am not sure how they will work for you. They are manufactured in Alpha, but I happen to have a supplier and I’m certain she will be willing to deal with the great Jadis Ter.”

The image of Gabriel was languishing on the bed. “When you have your weapons again, you’ll note that you can configure your undergarment to conform to hold any gadget you deem necessary. Be forewarned, these suits were not made for serious battle. Damage to any of the subsystems could result in a malfunction that will render the suit inoperable. This is for safety reasons. They’d hardly make a suit that could roast you alive, now would they?”

“Alpha,” Jadis murmured while he dressed. He kept his head away from the bed where Gabriel was… exercising? “These outfits feel like they were made especially with me in mind.”

The woman on the bed ignored him, turning over onto her knees and moving one leg straight, moving back into position, and then straightening the other. “You know what I love about Betta’s Station, Jadis? It’s all the freaks, all the mutants, all the maladjusted, all the lost, and she gave us a home. Every time I walk out there, I see it, what she sees. Wait until she hears your story, and then it’ll all be over. You’ll be her greatest project.”

“What?”

“What?” his voice echoed back at him.

“That’s what you have to look out for when it comes to a woman like Betta, she’s always looking for the next orphan to save, because no one came to save her. No, she just got shipped off and handed this whole station. Her father died for this, you know? I doubt she even knows that he was the one that informed on her.”

“What?”

“What?”

“What?” It was more than an echo. It was feedback.

Stuffing the remaining packets into the pockets that appeared on the torso of his undergarment, Jadis rushed to the door, pushing it open.

He learned very quickly that his new attire did make it easier for him to move. He dove to the side just as the force-rifle in the hands of a tall Antogin blasted a hole in the door behind him. Instinctively, Jadis reached for his own pulse-pistol and found air. Once again, he cursed Betta, diving behind a couch. Another blast scorched a hole in the wall where he’d stood seconds ago.

Throwing the food that lined the buffet at the Antogin, it slowed for a moment and he had time to duck behind the sofa. “Can we talk about why you hate me so much?” Jadis called from his huddled position.

“Kill him!” That thought was loud and clear. His head ached with the pain that seared through his skull at the command.

♦ ♦ ♦

At exiting the Blue Tavern, Teena helped steady Betta. “Turn around.”

Even though Teena was following her order, Betta felt that Teena was enjoying herself a little too much. Turning her backside to Teena, she attempted to ignore the personal security team that followed a few feet behind. Betta was certain that another attack was imminent, especially since the culprit that activated the virus was still onboard and the vessel that sent the long-range missiles was still unaccounted for. Another attack could be imminent.

The needle that entered her right buttock was sharp and angry, filling her with all of its rage as it tore into her flesh. The injection came next and, within seconds of standing upright, the fog in her head lifted. The rumbling in her belly even ceased, and she was happy for the release. It was never part of her plan to get sick. Just getting drunk and slipping under Jadis’s defenses enough to tag him was all that she hoped. More than a little embarrassed, she raked the back of her hand across her face.

Teena handed her a wet wipe from her utility belt.

Betta was feeling better, but the thought of another Polaris Sunset made her shudder. An electric cart arrived. Betta and Teena climbed aboard and the five other figures a few paces back found their own carts. They were underway seconds later.

Betta handed the twin pulse pistols to Teena. “I checked their history. They’ve only been fired once.”

“What does that mean? He’s attacked someone on-station?”

“No, the date was nearly a decade ago. I’m guessing he keeps them around for show.”

“Concealed beneath a nanite mesh that keeps them hidden? What kind of show is that?”

Betta shrugged. Pulling forth the two knifes that ran the length of her hands, she ran her thumb over the inside grooves. Immediately, the tip extended and the pop of electricity startled both women.

“What the—” The words were barely out of her mouth when she caught a glimpse of a tall Antogin stepping onto the road, directly in their path.

Sera Rankor stumbled in front of her cart, causing it to veer and come to a sudden stop. He was at full height. His antennae vibrated so quickly that they moved in a blur that Betta couldn’t follow.

“Please remain in the cart. Emergency officials have been notified of an inebriated Antogin wandering the roadways. Please remain seated until it is dealt with.” The A.I. that drove the cart sounded more annoyed than previously.

Betta leaped from the cart. “Sera Rankor? Are you okay?”

The Antogin swayed, his black eyes boring into her. He moved in a drunken way, though his focus was Betta. He took a step, swayed, another step, swayed again, and then Sera Rankor stopped moving entirely. Not even his antennae moved and he stood like a statue. Only the shallow movement of his thorax gave any indication that his body functioned.

Without any warning, Sera Rankor’s mandibles moved, the clicking and humming coming in short succinct bursts that ended with the Antogin focusing his antennae on Betta. The translation came next, but by then Sera Rankor was charging at Betta.

All she heard was Teena’s “No!” and then only the beating of her heart in her ears. The instincts from years of playing federal agent when she was a kid kicked in, and Betta centered her stance. Instead of dodging the Antogin, she met him full on, the pop of electricity echoing down the roadway.

Betta was hardly any resistance to Sera Rankor, their two bodies skidding along the black tarmac. When they stopped moving, Betta realized she held one knife to his skull and another to his abdomen. Sera Rankor stared at her, but he didn’t move. She poked him with both the knives. He still didn’t move. She tried pushing his body off her own, and still he was like a statue. She could feel the rise and fall of his thorax, but this time against her chest.

Teena was there next and a host of other figures. It took three of them to get the Antogin off Betta.

“What did he say?” Betta gasped once she was free.

“He said ‘Our queen is in range, and she demands the body of the abomination, Jadis Ter,’” Teena said.

“Abomination?” Betta recalled the scan and the Antogin abdomen that attached to Jadis’s waist. “We need to get prepared. Most of the Antogin are on the lower level. Tell the feds to keep an eye on them. If they become aggressive, try to subdue, not kill. I need you to get his ship out of quarantine and ready to go. He’s probably got better protection on his own station. I’ll head back and get Jadis.”

“Get Jadis?” Teena asked. “How are you going to ‘get Jadis’?”

“I guess I’ll use my charming personality,” Betta grinned.

Teena handed her another wet wipe. “As you wish, Miss Reganta. I’ll alert the feds and get some security on the situation. Good luck. You two with her!”

Betta squeezed into the cart with two of the female guards. Both had their hair back in ponytails, and both had a light brown complexion that was common in this sector. Each woman held a pulse rifle, their eyes constantly on their surroundings as the cart hummed toward Gabriel’s.

They were just a few minutes away when the holographic image of Sera Rankor appeared where the windshield might have been on another vehicle. When Betta turned her head to the guards, she could see Sera Rankor displayed across every billboard, every ad space, and any and all holographic booths across the station.

Since Sera Rankor was unconscious on the road, Betta was certain this had to be a pre-recorded message.

“Guests of Betta’s Station, an emergency situation has arisen. Please remain calm and do not leave your current positions. The fugitive known as Jadis Ter is under arrest by order of the Queen of Five. We have Antogin workers currently securing him. Please do not interfere or you may be injured.”

The message repeated on a loop.

♦ ♦ ♦

“Got it!” Jadis rolled and dove toward the bar. The hive mind had finally reached Betta’s Station.

A blast struck the sofa and lit it afire. Ducking his head at the end of the small bar, Jadis thought it must have been a very expensive sofa to catch fire so easily. Most sofas were made with fire retardant material. Of course, he’d never fired a force-rifle at a sofa before. Shaking the thought out of his head, Jadis tried to think of a way out of this. None came to mind. He was going to die, and he was going to die thinking about a damn sofa that didn’t mean anything to him. There had to be something else he could think about, someone else. The image of Betta’s face against his own, the feel of her fingers on the back of his skull, and his head pulled down to meet her lips entered his mind.

The sound of an electric pop echoed through the chamber. It was followed by the sudden smell of charred flesh. The high-pitched scream of the Antogin nearly blew out his ear drums. Jadis rose cautiously to look out. What he saw he would never forget.

♦ ♦ ♦

Pulling up to Gabriel’s, Betta couldn’t help smiling at the tall woman that greeted her.

“Betta! He’s in the back with his best friend, ‘Big Dee.’”

“Jadis has a best friend?” Betta laughed.

“You don’t have time. Get him outta here!”

Betta turned to her two guards and said, “I’ll get Jadis, you keep Gabriel’s secure.”

The two nodded, taking up positions at opposite ends of the shop. Betta ran around the back and through the titanium door that sat ajar. She was just in time to see Jadis diving behind the bar. An Antogin was firing a force-rifle, which was illegal for federal citizens to carry. It had very bad aim.

Again, her heart beat in her ears, forcing out all other sound. She quickly assessed the situation. Jadis was trapped. The Antogin had the force-rifle at its highest setting, which would lead to an overload in at least three more shots based on the hum. She still had the stun batons and they were buzzing with a charge.

All the action slowed to a crawl, and Betta, knives in hand, ran toward the Antogin, leaping in the low gravity. It was better than what they had below, but it would never rival Arys-27. Betta tapped the grooves of the knives while thrusting them into the temples of the Antogin. The squeal it elicited made its way through her thundering heartbeats. Time sped up again, and she jumped from the back of the Antogin as it fell.

When she looked up, her eyes met Jadis’s chocolate gaze and she smiled. She said something about the knives awkwardly, suddenly feeling bad that she had stolen them. Here he was defenseless and it was all her fault.

The two guards were at the doorway, peaking in, but Betta waved them back, though they only pointed their pulse rifles in the direction of the unconscious Antogin. Betta could hear the buzz of the force-rifle that lay next to the creature. She needed to lower its discharge, but first she needed Jadis out from behind the bar. “Why are you hiding back there, Jadis? Shouldn’t you be protecting Big Dee? He’s like your best friend.”

Jadis closed his gaping jaw and said, “He’s not my best friend. I just met him tonight. What is wrong with you? You’re like some kind of crazy ninja-person.”

Betta sighed, kicking the still Antogin, the knives humming in her hands. “You think he’ll be ok?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never used them on an Antogin,” Jadis called back.

“What have you used them on?” Betta knelt down and confirmed that the Antogin was still breathing. The last thing she needed was one of the five dead at her hands. There was still room to negotiate with the queen and killing her long-lost brethren would have made that difficult.

“Nothing. No one. It never came up. I held onto them—” Jadis’s voice was pitched higher than normal. She was worried he might go into shock and she needed him to move.

“Because they’re cool,” Betta grinned. “I get it. So, you gonna come out from behind the bar, Jadis?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Cool. Cool. I’m going to check on Big Dee,” Betta called back.

“Don’t call him that. You don’t call him that!” Jadis snapped.

“Seems like you’ve got a lot of hang-ups.” Betta crossed the room to knock on one of the doors, suppressing a smile that was both relieved and a little tense. “Hey, Big Dee! It’s Betta! You can come out now. We have to move.”

“Why do we have to move?” Jadis asked from behind the bar.

Betta sighed again, turning back to him. “Because the Queen of The Five entered the sector about an hour ago and I think she’s commanded all of The Five to kill you. There are thirty-two Antogin onboard. I’ve suppressed two. What do you think the odds are they’ll all come running here in a few minutes? You know, with the hive mind and all.”

“Oh.”

“You ready to come out from behind that bar, Jadis? I’m thinking now is a good time to get you to your ship.”

Big Dee’s bald head quickly peeked out of the door, then slammed it shut. He repeated the action twice, and then held his head out for a longer look. “Hello, Miss Reganta.”

“You all right, Big Dee?” Betta asked.

“Yes. Yes. You?”

“I’m really sorry about earlier. It was my first real drink—” Betta tried to explain.

“No need. No need. Did they give you the shot in your ass?” Drew asked with empathic remorse.

“Yes! It hurt so much.”

Betta kept her eyes on the dark man hidden behind the bar. Jadis gritted his teeth, crossed from the bar, and grabbed the force-rifle from the prone Antogin. He looked to Betta again. “Can I get my knives back?”

“No,” she smiled. “I’ll protect you, don’t worry.”

Jadis frowned in response, though Drew was right beside her.

“You are a remarkable woman, Miss Reganta,” Drew said, looking from her to the Antogin on the ground.

“Let’s go!” Betta moved at a quick jog, joining her guards at the door. She could tell by the way Jadis held the force-rifle in his hands that he had little to no experience with the weapon.

Clearing the entrance, one guard led the way forward and the other took up the rear. Betta followed the taller woman toward the lifts that would lead to the shuttle bay. They were about ten paces out when the heat of a force-rifle singed their hairs. Jadis was a few paces behind her and she saw him turn to shoot out of the corner of her eye. She tried to shout to stop him, but it was too late. The recoil tossed him back, and Betta, seeing him coming, snatched rifle from his grip as he passed. She lowered the setting from “incinerate” to “burn”, forced it to cast a wide swath, and increased the dampers. The electronic hum of the weapon was now near a whisper. She had probably two shots and then the weapon would be useless.

The rear guard turned and fired two pulses in the direction of the Antogin that fired. He slowed in the wake, but the weapon had little effect. Betta raise the force-rifle and fired. The recoil was insignificant. Her shoulder moved a fraction and she aimed lower than her target as she’d been taught. The Antogin was off its feet and Betta could see the smoke from a thousand hairs burning across its body.

Jadis was on his feet by now. Betta handed him the force-rifle. His eyes were wide and he nodded at her. She wasn’t sure what it meant, but it made her feel good. Betta regained her pace, Jadis now running beside her. They rounded another corner and met an Antogin that raised its force-rifle. Her front guard didn’t hesitate, squeezing off several pulses in succession. The Antogin flew out of their path. They ran into the lift that stood open without waiting to see where it landed.

Betta leaned against the wall of the lift, breathing heavily. Big Dee clutched his middle, covered in a layer of sweat, his black body suit gripping his round frame tightly. His face was pale and each breath became a wheezing inhalation that worried Betta.

Jadis was at his friend’s side, a hand to his shoulder. “You did good, Drew.” He looked to Betta. “They’ll be swarming my ship. Can we let him off at one of the other floors?”

Betta punched in an authorization for the floor below the bays.

“I never got your name,” Betta was amazed at how easily she forgot simple niceties.

The guard that had their front bowed. “They call me Friz, Miss Reganta. And over there is Tey.”

“Friz and Tey,” Betta mused.

“Short names make actions quick,” Tey offered.

“Friz, can you stay with Big Dee. Make sure he gets back to his ship. Tey and I will get Jadis to his ship.”

“Yes, miss,” Friz bowed again.

Big Dee looked as though he might pass out when the elevator opened.

Friz was at his side, helping him out the elevator. Betta saw an Antogin barreling down the corridor a second before the doors closed. She could only hope that Jadis was the target and his friends would be left alone.

The lift stopped. Betta had her stun knives in-hand. Tey raised her pulse-rifle to her shoulder. Jadis aimed the force-rifle in his hand straight ahead.

All Betta could think about was her father. How had he faced the end? Was it like this? Resolved to die, but still fighting. A single tear escaped her notice. Her eyes met Jadis and she set her face to one of determination. She gave him a nod that she hoped told him that she didn’t regret it and that she didn’t blame him.

All three figures set their backs to the wall of the lift and the doors slid open.

Chapter Eight

Isolation

The way his hearts thundered, he was certain his torso would be slick with fluids, but when he did a quick check, he saw nothing. Betta was staring at him. It was like she was waiting for him to respond. He decided that he didn’t understand Human women. If she were a Drafer, she would have made her intentions clear. Humans weren’t like that. They were all innuendo and mystery.

Taking a few more deep breaths, he decided to focus on the thing he could control. The force rifle in his hand hummed to life with a charge. It took him a moment to find the safety mechanism, but he did find it… he hoped. He’d never thought it took much skill to point and shoot. After watching Betta in action, he promised himself he would take time to practice. Clenching his teeth, Jadis steadied his nerves and centered his core, his muscled thighs solid as he took a stance.

The doors of the elevator slid open without warning, revealing more than a dozen force rifles pointed in their direction. It was the first time in his entire life that Jadis felt comforted to see the scattering blue lights coming from the skull caps of the federal agents.

Jadis lowered his weapon and was quickly disarmed. Both his arms, and soul, felt lighter. Having someone else take responsibility for their safety was far better. It was difficult to see over the crowd of feds, but he could make out the occasional body of an Antogin lying to the side.

“Are any of them hurt?” Betta immediately chimed in.

Jadis sighed. “Does it matter? They were trying to kill us.”

“Kill you,” she said, not looking his way.

The closest agent spoke. “All Antogin were subdued through non-violent means. They should regain consciousness within 4 to 6 hours. There are still two Antogin unaccounted for, however, they are more likely to reveal themselves as we move Jadis Ter closer to his ship.”

The pre-flight checklist was just completing as they moved forward, the crowd of nearly twenty feds keeping them centered within a tight circle.

“I’ll board with Jadis,” Betta announced. “Do we have enough resources for an escort back to his station?”

“I will come with you, Miss Reganta,” Friz said, eyeing Jadis distrustfully.

“I didn’t invite you, Miss Reganta,” Jadis replied. All he wanted was off this infernal station. No more issues, no more complications, no more feds, and no more assassins. Just a nice swim in a warm pool, a good night’s sleep, and peace from the Antogin.

The dull throb at the base of his skull intensified as if he’d called it into being. Jadis stumbled. Friz caught him before he fell and they all came to a stop a few feet from the airlock.

“Are you okay, Jadis?” Betta whispered, though her eyes darted around, almost as if you she knew—

Jadis grabbed Betta by the shoulders, lifting her small frame easily. The heat from the force rifle seared his cheeks. He was grateful that was all that happened. He ran through the wall of burning feds, holding Betta close to his chest. He chanced a look back at Friz, but she waved him on, her pulse rifle firing first at the fiery ring, then at the two Antogin that scurried toward them from the aft of the cargo hold.

Pushing through the airlock, he immediately secured and pressurized the area. He then set Betta free, calling up his ship’s interface and disengaging from Betta’s Station. He set the thrusters on full and pointed them toward his primary power station.

“Friz should be all right,” Betta said, seeming to reassure herself.

Jadis ignored her. Calling up another screen, he activated a contact he’d avoided for years. Not just because they’d wiped it from his memory, which took some work to recover, but also because it meant they would know he’d managed to get past their sophisticated wipe.

An older, more middle aged, Olly appeared in holographic form.

“A ghost from the past, eh, fam? What’s it you want, Jadis? Ain’t getting me kicked off the darkNet enough! Now you come to mock me in my last few years?”

Jadis was always amazed at how quickly Humans aged. They were so frail, and so quick to die. His eyes fell on Betta and he shook his head to focus. How long did she have before she’d need a rejuvenation? Five more decades, maybe?

Instead of speaking out-loud, he broke off a part of his consciousness and allowed that part of himself to engage in the conversation while he listened and observed.

“I didn’t know. I thought you’d just made off like the others,” Pseudo-Jadis said.

“Made off. They took everything I’d saved up and put me on some mining rock half a sector away. No ship, no marks, and no access to transport. You killed me, fam.”

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Betta asked suddenly.

“I’m sorry. I was checking through my messages,” Jadis lied.

“Are you sure the Antogin queen isn’t messing with your head?” Betta tilted her own head as if she could get a better view of descent into insanity.

“What?” Jadis looked away from the other conversation that went on heedless to his existence.

Pseudo-Jadis sighed. “Look, I’m calling because I need a favor. You still got contacts, right?”

Betta shrugged. “I noticed on the way over how your eyes would get lost, as if you weren’t all here.”

“I don’t want nothing to do with you, Jay. Go pull some other fool’s leg, eh?” Olly gave him a gesture he was sure was an insult.

“Wait, Olly! I’m in real trouble. Antogin trouble,” said Pseudo-Jadis.

Olly’s eyes were alight. “They finally caught up with you. Every night I prayed for something like this. God does exist.”

“I got 40,000 marks for info on a name.”

Jadis closed himself off from the interface, confident that his pseudo consciousness would handle things appropriately. He returned his focus to Betta, realizing they still stood in the entryway. The lighting was dim and Betta gripped one of the bulk-holds nearby.

“Sorry,” he said quickly. “I have to get the stabilizers serviced and I wasn’t expecting guests. The gravity is better further in.” Jadis pointed down the entryway to the main deck.

Betta didn’t move, her eyes studying him. For an uncomfortable amount of time, they stood silently. Suddenly, she said, “What’s it like being part of the hive mind?”

“She’s not controlling me.” Jadis tried to brush past Betta, but she grabbed his forearm, gripping him tightly. Her body was tugged along by his momentum.

“If she was, you’d probably be dead by now,” Betta replied. “Or on your way to die.”

Jadis continued moving, guiding her onto the main deck. He eased her into one of the chairs. Betta released her grip, her eyes still watching him with that same intenseness that made him uncomfortable.

“It’s a two-day journey.” He looked away, his eyes on the console near the chair. “You can use that to contact your station and let them know I haven’t done anything strange to you.”

Betta smirked. “Do you want to do strange things to me?”

Jadis frowned. “Look, let’s get this straight. I’m not even Human. We wouldn’t even fit together… like that. I don’t have urges like Human men. It won’t work.”

“What won’t work?” Betta crossed her arms just below her breasts.

Jadis swallowed something bitter and tried to keep focused on the console. He activated it, pulling it up on the hydraulic swivel. Now that it was between them, he felt a little less tense. The last thing he wanted was for her to attack him with her mouth again. Just the thought of it caused his hearts to shudder. “All you have to do is wave your hand and the screen will bring up comms and the Net. There’s a bathroom through those doors.” He pointed to a set of doors to the port side.

“What won’t work?” she asked again.

“Let’s just say, I wasn’t made with compatible equipment.” It wasn’t something he wanted to admit. At the same time, he needed a break from her advances. He needed to think, and she was more of a distraction than he expected. He’d always known the Antogin to be unhappy about his existence, but this was the first time they’d tried to kill him outright. That’s what he needed to focus on, a way out of this mess.

Betta was frowning now. “You know, I’ve never been with anyone, not Human or anything else.”

This was exactly the type of conversation Jadis didn’t want to have with her. “I’m grateful that you saved my life, but I can’t be what you want me to be.”

“I didn’t ask you to be anything!” Betta snapped.

“Then why did you kiss me?” The question came without forethought. Internally, Jadis kicked himself. Why didn’t he just walk away?

“Because I’d never done it. I spent most of my life locked in a room or locked in a box. I always wanted to kiss someone. It was a thing I wanted to do. Like trying chocolate or trying alcohol—”

“And did you ever think about how it would affect whoever you tried it on?”

A small smile crept across Betta’s features. “I affected you? You just saved our lives and I was drunk.”

“On purpose,” Jadis accused.

“I told you, it was a thing I needed to do. When I was being held by the feds, all I did was make lists of all the things I wanted to try. And yes, I did think about how it would affect the people around me. Every person on this station is either my employee or a customer. With you, there wasn’t much risk of affecting. You came off as so experienced. I didn’t know it was an act.”

“It’s not an act.” Even to his own ears, Jadis’s voice was weak. “I had someone.”

It was quiet. Jadis’s hands strayed over the edge of the console, his mind bringing back memories of his childhood and swimming the green pools of Ces’tia. Spinning in the waves that D’yanna created with her easy acrobatics.

“I thought you said it wouldn’t work?” It wasn’t reproachful. She sounded more curious than anything else.

“It won’t work with you.” Jadis walked away, his eyes on the door to his pool. What he really needed was a swim. That would clear his head.

“Oh,” she said softly. “I’m sorry.”

Closing the door, he tossed his coat on a nearby chair, removed the tabs that protected his gills, and dove into the water.

♦ ♦ ♦

Jadis was just falling asleep on an outcropping of moss near the bottom of his pool when he received a notification from his separated consciousness. He was about to reintegrate when Pseudo-Jadis appeared in holographic form wearing a velvet robe and sitting on an old Victorian chair. In his hands was what looked to be a tumbler of some brown fluid.

This was not the first time one of his detached personalities decided to contact him in such a way. In fact, they would sometimes try to find ways to outshine the others. He knew why they did it, or rather why he did it.

“Jadis, old boy. Let’s have a talk,” Pseudo-Jadis said.

Jadis swam to the surface, the holographic image rising with him. Activating one of his heat fans, Jadis sat in a heavy chair specially made to contour his conflicting form. A pair of cushions cupped the rigid abdomen. The middle part of the chair hugged his reptilian spine. He sighed contently, enjoying the comfort of being home again.

“What is it this time?” Jadis asked.

“We should talk about that developing situation,” Pseudo-Jadis pointed back to the main deck. “But first, we need to discuss some items you haven’t noticed. Right arm, beneath the fold.”

Jadis lifted an arm and peeled back the flap of skin that wasn’t there when he first arrived at Betta’s Station. His stomach dropped as an orange and green fluid seeped out and dribbled down his back. A brief flash of Betta vomiting into his coat interrupted his thoughts. He could smell the faint scent of the Polaris Sunset, though there was something stronger that he recognized. “It’s got her scent.”

“We’ve got her scent. It’s like she marked us,” Psuedo-Jadis said.

“Like property,” Jadis agreed. “Although I’d prefer—”

“No.” Pseudo-Jadis shook his head. “No, you wouldn’t.”

He dreaded asking for more information. His pseudo minds were usually thorough when doing their diagnostics.

“Hands.”

Jadis raised his hands to study them. Touching index fingers with his thumbs he felt a strange stickiness at each press. “What is that?”

“There’s worse. Your back.” This time Pseudo-Jadis turned around and removed his velvet robe. On the scaly black flesh, near his shoulder blades were two parallel lumps. They pulsated as he sat there.

Jadis looked over his shoulder to see the fabric moving regardless of the rise and fall of his breathing. “More surprises.” All he wanted was to have some semblance of normal. “There can’t be anything else.”

“In more than 50 years, we haven’t had such a big change until Betta.”

“I know. But why her? And why now? We’ve been in contact with hundreds of Humans and never a problem.”

“But D’yanna may have changed us. Maybe it has something to do with being so close, sharing fluids. I suggest we go under a scanner. There’s also plenty for you to get caught up on once we reintegrate.”

“Maybe we keep our distance until we reach the station,” Jadis suggested.

“Or maybe we learn everything about her while we have the chance. If she’s the catalyst for this change, it could be useful data when we find the scientist.”

Jadis agreed and activated the reintegration. For a moment, he felt like two separate entities staring at one another, and then he was one whole being. It was an instantaneous process where two complete and separate memory paths became one.

He recalled the conversation with Olly right where he’d left off.

“I got 40,000 marks for info on a name.”

“Sounds like a reasonable start. What’s the name?” Olly asked.

“Drew. Calls himself Big Dee. You know him?”

Olly whistled. “He’s a miner over in Fabrications and Survey. Big Dee’s the one you call if you want some off the books drilling in a good spot. There are deposits that aren’t enough for a corporation, but for an individual willing to buy the maps it’s a treasure trove. He got the name Big Dee because he lends out one of his own A-25 Diggers for a price. There’s only ten A-25’s in this sector.”

“I’m guessing he gets a recoup for the rental?”

“And some big guns backing his security.”

“How deep do his black-market ties go?” Jadis asked.

“That, I don’t know since I was ex-communicated. 40,000 marks, right? In my account now or this call ends.”

Jadis transferred the marks quickly. “One more name.”

“Same price.”

“Let’s call this one a favor, Olly. I’m low on marks too. George Reganta.”

Olly smiled. “Finally met the girl, eh? She’s a smart one. Nearly took down a syndicate on Arys-27. Word is Pilo didn’t want to lose her talents and the syndicate didn’t want her interfering, and her father, George, got leverage to let her live. That’s all I know about Betta. That one’s free. George on the other hand has made a name for himself in the syndicate, at least, when I was a part of it. He’s not someone I’d put on my bad side.”

“She thinks he’s dead,” Jadis said.

“He might be by now. Betta’s Station was off limits. It was an edict from syndicate, Pilo, and the feds,” Olly admitted.

“What changed?”

“I don’t know. I heard someone tried to take out the station. Feds are all a buzz over here, questioning anyone that went on holiday. That’s at least worth another 20,000, Jadis. You owe me.”

Jadis sent across another 20,000, shaking his head at the balance remaining.

Olly was grinning now. “Hey, Jadis. You didn’t even ask me about the Queen of Five. The look on your face makes me think you can’t afford that info. Since we’re old friends, I’ll say this: ‘Don’t go home.’”

The call ended. Jadis immediately directed a call to Manager Tylen. He was put in a queue to leave a message. That never happened. He was priority. He was always priority. He tried the other managers with the same result.

The next call was to the feds.

A familiar face appeared, one with a perfect hair-cut and a fake smile. “Ah. Jadis. I told them we’d hear from you soon. Anything to report?” Agent Brown asked.

“I can’t contact my station. You don’t know anything about that, do you?”

“No. Our counterparts have cut off communication as well. Most of our resources are being used to track the ship that attacked Betta’s Station. They have been recalled. Their current E.T.A is twenty hours from the primary power station.”

“And we are at least forty hours out. Let me know if you hear something earlier. Any update on the queen?”

“The Queen of Five is still at the outer reaches of this sector. We have secured all of the known Antogin on Betta’s Station. I expect to begin interrogation protocols within the hour. Betta Reganta will monitor from your vessel. As you are the victim in this case, we have agreed that you may participate as well.”

“Okay. That’s a good idea.” Jadis groaned inwardly. “Let me know if you hear anything from my stations.”

“I have made you the primary contact. Is there anything else?” Agent Brown asked.

“No. Thank you.”

The hologram vanished and Jadis decided it was time to do some personal diagnostics while he waited.

Completely reintegrated, his next step were a few medical scans. The one in his cargo bay was older, but reliable. His body did feel different. Was it the new clothing?

Now dry, he pulled on his coat. Normally, sweat would ooze from every pore at this point, but he was still cool. He was also more in control of his emotions. A few hours in the pool was the perfect release.

Sliding open the door, Jadis stopped abruptly at the threshold. Music poured from the speakers and a lithe figure danced in zero gee. Her arms extended, she spun and flipped over the large chairs, a grin on her face. He watched her move gracefully. All of the awkwardness he’d seen a few hours before was gone. It was like she’d been born to the non-existent gravity. He was tempted to reproach her for using him as a guide when he noticed the two pulsating mounds at her shoulder blades.

Chapter Nine

Together

“Betta.”

Betta nearly lost what control she had, spiraling forward head first. Catching hold of the railing at the end of the deck, she quickly righted herself to face Jadis. It wasn’t his interruption that threw her off. It was the softness in his voice. The sound was unlike anything she ever heard come from him. Her suspicions were reinforced when he pushed off from the doorway, gliding easily to her side.

“How do I know you’re really Jadis?” Betta asked. She pushed herself so that there was a good distance between the two.

“This again,” he grumbled. “The queen isn’t in control of my mind.”

“How would you know?” She was actually convinced at his grumbling, but she couldn’t resist digging into him. That was the Jadis she knew. Of course, she’d only known him a few days. Did she really know him? She could tell from the way his jaw moved that he was trying to control his emotions.

“I think something happened to you… to us. I have a medical scanner in the cargo bay. I think we—”

The words came out quicker than Betta could think them. “I am not getting in a box. Besides, I feel fine. I feel great, better than I have this entire week. You go get in the box if you want.”

“I think somehow…” Jadis did that thing where he wouldn’t meet her eyes again.

Betta moved closer, grabbing his chin and moving his face so that they were eye to eye. In zero gee it was so much easier to be short. “Always look at me. You don’t have to be afraid to look at me. I just don’t like to be boxed in. What’s the problem?”

“I think I might have infected you with something,” he said quickly, as though if he wasted any more time it would never come out. “It’s never happened, but—”

Betta pulled her hand back in revulsion and a clear gummy substance came with it. She floated there, her left hand filled with the same substance that attached itself to Jadis’s chin.

A flash of memory, and she was certain it was a memory, ran through her head.

The floor metallic. It was flat and cooling on his furred legs. His scaled torso froze at its touch. As such, he sat with his legs extended, his shoulders hunched down, and his eyes on the slit in the doorway. It’d been days since that slit provided food or water, yet he stared at it, willed it to work again. The craving for food ended days ago, but the thirst was always there. A few gulps of water would quench it.

There was nothing to give the impression that anyone living existed outside the door, only the sound of the ventilators as they pushed oxygen into the chamber. If he could have walked, he would have made a bigger effort. His legs were too large and his torso too weak. The muscles in his back weren’t even strong enough for him to lift his shoulders any higher than a hunch.

Time passed. Days, hours, minutes. It was hard to say how long he sat there. The metallic floor called to him, begged him to lay upon it and allow the chill to take him to another place.

The click of the lock was next. Looking up, a massive reptile took up most of the doorway. The forked tongue hissed and moaned out words that he couldn’t understand, though it gave him comfort. He moved his own forked tongue to repeat the sounds. They came out jumbled.

The creature in the doorway reached down and gathered him up in its scaled arms. He folded his arms around its neck, and finally slept.

Jadis blinked, staring into Betta’s own wide eyes.

“That was…” she whispered.

“Did you see it too?” he gasped, his hearts competing with one another.

“I was a boy. I was trapped in a room,” Betta said.

“The lab where I was kept. That was D’yanna’s father, the king. He came for me when the other scientists abandoned the facility.”

“They kept you there.”

Jadis reached out to sever the connection of gummy fluid that now solidified into fleshy cables that anchored themselves, pulling against his chin and Betta’s hands. The tips of his fingers touched the strange connection, and there was the shock of thoughts that were not his own.

She laid her head against the warmth of her mother’s chest. Rocked gently back and forth she could see the dark figures that flitted back and forth about the small chamber. The tune her mother hummed soothed her and she simply lay listening. There was the sound of boys that laughed and played and the beating of her mother’s heart against her face.

The time went quickly, and then the boys were led to their own stasis boxes, one by one. Her mother received hugs and kisses from each, and she received a light kiss on her cheek. Then it was silent, save for the sound of her mother’s humming.

She was the last to be laid in the box. Her mother smiled with all the warmth that could fill a room, kissing her gently on the lips, and then sliding the box closed before the darkness took over.

Betta swung her hands into what was now a tangled mess of fibers that connected the both of them. The connections came through the fabric of their clothing, and the more they moved, the more the fibers strengthened and intertwined to bring them closer. Their faces were inches apart. Seconds later their breathing matched a rhythm of shallow quick breaths.

“Jadis,” Betta pleaded in a sharp whisper, “Stop this!”

“I don’t know how. I’m sorry!” Jadis cried, the tears coursing down his cheeks of their own accord.

There was only the sound of the moving flesh and their cries for some time. When it felt like they could take no more and Betta was ready to die, they were forced closer together as the flesh below their shoulder-blades tore open.

Each screamed their own agony as green fibers extended from the mounds of pulsating flesh on their backs. Betta tilted her neck to look in horror at the fibrous wings that grew rapidly, expanding around them and folding them into a cocoon of shared heartbeats and memories.

♦ ♦ ♦

Jadis.

Betta.

Their thoughts were as one, their breathing as one, and the rush of fluid, memories, and emotions gathered between them, coursed through them, and brought a new beating heart into being. Its cries of sentience became a part of the two, now three, and also one.

We made a child. Our child.

It was difficult to identify whose thoughts were forefront. In the end, the emotions were the same, an outpouring of desire, love, pain, fear, and pride. It was obvious that this state could not be maintained. There were flaws and they would unravel slowly over time.

It can be saved.

It was painful. Every pore—every nerve ending—cried out as one. They reabsorbed all that had come from them until there were two again, and one. The last parting was the more painful. Their minds and emotions disentangled as the connections dissolved and the wings fell away to dust.

Jadis and Betta floated in the zero gee, arms clasped around one another, each body seeking comfort in the other that was no longer possible. When he made to pull away, Betta brought him in close, smashing her face against his scaled chest.

“No!” She screamed and wept, the emptiness at her core burned a searing pain through her.

Jadis wanted to echo her scream. Instead, he held her tighter, loosening his grip after a few moments, worried he might hurt her. “We saved it. We can bring it back. When we’re ready.”

Betta forced her next cry down, her fists tight on his shoulders. She was going to argue with him, tell him that he didn’t understand, but she knew, without understanding how, that he did understand. The alarms went off next and the gravity slowly returned to the room.

Reluctantly, they separated. Both noted the shredded state of their clothing, revealing glimpses of dark flesh covered in sweat.

Jadis brought up his interface and Betta swiveled the console to herself. She knew all of his access codes, how to access every system, and anything else she needed to know about Jadis’s ship. Not only that, she knew D’yanna. She knew her as if she were her own childhood friend. More importantly, she knew exactly what Jadis wanted done.

“I’m not showing any ships in range. What’s the alarm?” Betta asked.

“Debris,” Jadis said softly. “You—”

Betta swallowed down her fear. “I’m magnifying.”

Jadis duplicated her screens to his interface. A piece of debris floated past that could have been a part of the station. Not for the first time, he wished he’d opted for the long-range scanners when he still had flush accounts on the darkNet. “Ship’s time says we were… thirty hours?”

Betta’s console beeped and she brought up multiple messages from the feds, from Teena, from Manager Tylen, and even from the Queen of Five herself. “Looks like we have a lot of catching up to do.”

“Betta—”

“Not now.” Her voice went quiet. “Not now, Jadis. Let’s figure this out. We’ll talk later.”

“I’m just so sorry!” He burst into tears. What was wrong with him?

“It’s not your fault. Stop blaming yourself. Now, let’s see if we can save our stations before His Majesty has to intervene.” Betta sent a connection request to Teena.

Chapter Ten

Separate

“Betta!” Teena’s face was a mixture of relief and fear. “Are you okay? Where is that bastard! What did he do to you?”

Betta considered her words, looking from Jadis’s sour face to Teena’s impudent one. An array of memories that were not her own flashed through her mind. “You know, you only have yourself to blame for the way she thinks of you. If you want a better relationship with her, you’ll have to continue to show her that you’re not that person. And how could you ask about Andy?”

Jadis only nodded.

“I’m fine,” she said to the holographic image. “We had some technical issues that cut off our comms. I’ll explain later. Jadis has been a very good host, surprisingly. Do we have an idea of what happened to the power stations? All we see is debris so far.”

“The Queen of Five happened. The station is under repair currently. There were a few Antogin workers on the primary power station. There were two casualties. The Antogin in question damaged their communication array. They have been subdued and are being held in the brig. The feds have charges against them all. The Queen of Five has a lot to answer for.”

The pain was as strong as a sledgehammer sliding into her skull. Both Jadis and Betta flinched at the same time.

“Sensors,” Betta commanded.

Jadis nodded. “Tatical.”

Betta brought up the sensors as well as live footage of the hull. Even for it being a cheap ship, she allowed that Jadis made good choices for upgrades. Orienting her view on a shadow near the cargo bay doors, she was able to make out an Antogin in a space suit crawling along the hull.

Alarms cascaded across the console. She reminded herself to tell Jadis there were quieter ways to do this. “Cargo Bay Two. Starboard!”

Betta reached below the captain’s chair and tossed Jadis a pulse pistol and grabbed one for herself. He caught the weapon easily, disengaging the safety and charging the mechanism. She laughed at how easily their shared memories became a part of them, though her heart squeezed with fear. Jadis joined her with a grunt of approval as they rounded the corner to the cargo bay.

The titanium doors were magnetically sealed against the vacuum that resided on the other side.

“Couldn’t be a transparent door?” Betta sighed. “Space suits?”

Jadis was already in the supply closet, reaching for the only two spacesuits he owned. He’d only tried them on for fun, and they were tight along his lower section. Betta had to help him seal the flaps and check the levels. Minutes later they were ready to depressurize the ship and open it to vacuum.

They never got the chance. The door burst open in a blast of sparks and debris. The vacuum sucked the remnants of the door and Betta into the cargo bay in a blur. She extended her pulse pistol, counting as she blurred through the smoky interior. From her perspective, time slowed again and she caught a flicker at the corner of her eye. It was enough for her to point, aim, and fire at least two pulses before she was thrown entirely into empty space.

Orienting herself, Betta pulsed a few blasts from her pack in order to get a better view of Jadis’s ship, The Endeavor. She smiled at the memory of finding it at an old mining junkyard hidden between two moons. The amount of bargaining, favors traded, and bribes given just to get access to the junkyard was extraordinary. But Jadis never gave up.

She allowed a few more pulses to stop her acceleration. The Endeavor finally came into view. A few pieces of debris hurtled past her. She was pretty far out. Nearly five kilometers according to the readout on her display. Betta could just make out the hole the Antogin cut into the ship. There was more debris drifting out from the cargo hold.

Betta nearly struck herself in the head. Turning on her comms, she called into the dark. “Jadis! Jadis! Can you hear me? Jadis!”

Silence. Static. “Glad… alive! Kind of busy here. Think you can get back in the ship and help?”

Betta studied the controls again. The diagrams that she called up pointed out that the ship was still accelerating. What she wouldn’t give to have Jadis’s ability to mentally call up the ships systems.

“Jadis. I need you to slow the ship or I’m not going to make it back. Jadis! Do you copy that?”

Again silence. Were they experiencing some sort of delay? Betta began her trajectory. She aimed for far ahead of the bow in anticipation that it would take the ship some time to slow. The calculations the suit handed her were questionable. It couldn’t account for the ship’s deceleration, and she didn’t have the time to work out the solution herself. Another look at the control diagram and Betta released one long pulse from her pack. Her fuel level was reduced to seventy percent while her oxygen levels were already at sixty.

“These suits are crap, Jadis! Hey, you there? You copy this?” Betta could see the light from the engines still going at a steady blast. There was no slowing, no stopping, and soon her trajectory would have to be recalculated, which meant burning more fuel and more oxygen. “Jadis. Jadis!” Silence.

Betta waited, floating through the vacuum. She watched her oxygen meter go down two more points. Still, if the Endeavor could start slowing soon, she might hit the aft section and make her way to the airlock on the port side, or squeeze through the opening the Antogin left. That led to other thoughts. They needed to seal off that section and she was certain there was not a mechanism in place. They could move one of the walls from starboard, opening up the pool where Jadis liked to swim.

It struck then. In all the excitement, in everything, losing their child, the attack on the station, and the Antogin, Betta never had a moment to really process all she learned. Her father was alive. Had always been alive. What kind of deal did he make to keep her safe?

Static.

“Jadis? Jadis!” Betta called.

There was only shallow breathing on the other end.

“Dammit, Jadis! Jadis Ter! This is not how D’yanna would want you die!”

A snort. “Betta? Where are you?”

“Hey. I need you to slow the ship, lover,” Betta said softly. Was he wounded? Was he dying? Her stomach churned at the thought of losing him so soon. “Can you do that? A few commands to Endeavor.”

The lights of the thrusters were suddenly non-existent, but the ship still accelerated past her trajectory. There was no chance of her catching it now.

“I did… it!” Jadis gasped. “And… not your lover.”

“Are you hurt?” Betta asked.

“Just get on board,” he said.

“Endeavor’s moving too fast. I won’t make it.”

Suddenly, the back thrusters came online and the ship slowed its forward motion. Betta was still too far out and all of the calculations on the suit said she would be out of fuel if she attempted another run. In the end, Betta was comforted by the thought she wouldn’t die in a box and that was something.

Setting the new trajectory, Betta activated a longer and more powerful pulse than the first. Her fuel wound down to five percent and her oxygen level hovered at eight percent. Eventually, she saw where it would all go wrong. The back thrusters weren’t yielding and there would come a point where the ship would begin sliding back and out of range.

“Jadis? You with me?”

Shallow breathing again. “You onboard yet?”

“I need you to stop the back thrusters.”

“I… can’t… see anything, Betta. My eyes… they don’t work.” His words came in choked gasps.

Betta grit her teeth, watching the ship sliding back into her line of trajectory. “You remember how the controls work. Back thrusters are the middle icon. Better yet call an emergency shutdown.”

“Lose… fuel.”

“Lose me,” Betta replied softly.

The back thrusters halted immediately and Betta could see that she would just reach the bow. Her oxygen level was now at four percent. Fuel now at five. Stopping was going to be difficult.

Several minutes later, she was breathing shallowly and the nose of the Endeavor was nearly at arm’s reach. She was coming in way too fast. She used the last of her fuel to slow, but it didn’t stop her from striking the hull violently, nearly propelling her away from the ship. Betta used the momentum to turn her body and activate the magnetized boots. She was pulled to the hull and began walking back to the airlock on the port side.

The rest of the ship would be leaking oxygen and given what she suspected of Jadis’s state of being, he had not fixed the hole in the cargo bay. Her only hope was the airlock, which would be sealed off from the rest of the ship and able to pressurize. In fact, she had a feeling that would be where they would ride out the rest of the journey.

The walk was difficult. Her vision continually became blurred and the crack at the side of her helmet worried her to no end. Still, she walked, putting one magnetized boot in front of the other until she finally saw the blinking lights of the airlock. Punching in the Endeavor’s security code, Betta climbed down into the airlock, sealing the hatch behind herself. She could hear and feel the chamber pressurize as she moved.

When her feet touched the ground, she removed her helmet and gasped at the change. Never had air tasted so sweet. Bent forward, she grasped her knees and took breath after breath.

Betta tapped her comm on the helmet. “Jadis. I’m in the airlock. Where are you?”

There was no response. She waited. She paced for a few minutes. Finally, she looked at the cracked helmet and back to the airlock. She shoved the helmet back on her head. “Fine. I’ll come to you.” Betta depressurized the airlock before opening the door to the interior of the ship.

Chapter Eleven

Home

Jadis awoke sprawled over the railing of his main deck. Scorch marks covered the titanium floors and a force rifle lay at his feet. At the other end of the deck, near the captain’s chair were the charred remains of an Antogin. It had to be the scrappiest creature he had ever faced. Not that he’d faced many creatures, but this one could run across ceilings and fire blasts of incinerating heat at the same time.

The left side of his helmet was blackened with soot, and his space suit had more than a few cuts and tears that were taken care of by the insulating foam. Still, some of those burns had gone clean through Jadis. He clutched his side and groaned in pain. Moving away from the railing, he fell into the captain’s chair, kicking aside the corpse at his feet.

“Betta!” he called over comms, but the mechanism crackled and died. Her last words to him echoed in his head. ‘Lose me.’

The room spun when he rose. Shaking his head for maybe the fifth time, Jadis forced the room to adhere to his perception of physics. If she did make it, she’d be in an airlock. There were only three on the ship, and he was certain he had enough oxygen to visit them all.

A beeping signaled a warning that he was nearing the end of his oxygen usage. Jadis sighed. Could one thing go right this week? He was pausing at the hole in the cargo hold when he heard and felt the hit to the hull. He was pushing himself through the zero gee as quickly as possible to reach port side. He was also breathing heavily, and the wound in his side was very wet. A few paces away and he lost all control of his preset state of physics. The hallway turned inside out and he fell into it.

♦ ♦ ♦

“I said ‘up!’” Betta’s voice snapped him back into the now.

Jadis turned his head to see her dragging him away from the airlock. “What are you doing?”

“Getting you to that med box. You’re hurt,” Betta said.

“We need oxygen more.” He pulled away. “Airlock.”

“There’s oxygen in the med box.”

“Only for one. You’ve gone through enough because of me. Airlock! Now!”

Betta laughed. “I don’t take commands, your majesty.”

“Please.” He was starting to feel the room moving again. Jadis brushed her hands aside and crawled the rest of the way into the airlock.

He could hear Betta shuffling about and then the room pressurized. The sound of the oxygen flowing was like hearing a waterfall in the middle of the desert. His helmet came off and they both sat breathing.

“Can’t get air like this on Arys-27,” they both said at the same time.

Betta shook her head. “I’m not sure I’ll get used to this, but it feels… right.”

“Hormones and chemicals can fool us into thinking anything is right. I’ll call in a medic when we get back. There has to be a way to reverse this.” Jadis groaned at the pain in his side. In the midst of breathing normally again, he’d forgotten about the wound.

“Okay. We can talk about that if you survive. If you don’t, I guess I’ll have to work it out on my own. Keep holding that. There’s a med kit in the lower compartment, right?”

“I think. Maybe. I don’t remember. How do you?”

“I remember everything. It’s my curse and my gift.”

Betta disappeared from view. Jadis concentrated on laying still, holding his wound, and breathing. He heard the compartment open and soon Betta was standing over him again, her face covered in sweat, and her short locks now damp and sticking to her skull.

“You promised me we’d save our child,” Betta said.

“The memory will fade when the hormones wear off.” As much as he wanted his words to be the truth, he knew they were a lie. And he knew that she knew it too.

“My memories don’t fade. I remember everything, every sensation, every thought I shared when we were all one. I’ll never forget what it was like to hear my child’s thoughts, to feel you as a part of me. I want it back, Jadis. Now, let me see.”

He removed his hand from his side and felt the blood pour out.

“Dammit!” Betta swore. The sound of tearing, then she sprayed something that burned all the way to his spine. “Stopped the blood at least. Can you get us back on course?”

Jadis opened his interface with the ship and reactivated the engines. He studied the fuel consumption and sighed. Nothing was ever easy.

“That Antogin—” Betta started to say.

“He’s dead,” Jadis interrupted.

“How’d he know where to find us? Where’s his ship? It was like he was dropped off here, waiting for us.”

“Yeah. Makes sense. We slowed to study the debris. They had to know we survived the attack on your station.”

Betta nodded, though she looked unconvinced.

Jadis activated the distress call module and forced the engines to a low burn with a slow acceleration. They’d get close, but Endeavor would need plenty of help to fully reach the station. The airlock was flickering with little black dots that threatened to completely cover his sight again. “I want you to know that I’m sorry I did this to you.”

“You didn’t do anything to me. I was the one who touched you, remember?” Betta put a hand to his cheek. “You were doing your best to keep me away. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I chose to pursue this. I don’t regret it. I’m thankful. I doubt anyone in the whole universe has ever experienced what we did. No one. Rest, lover.”

“I’m not—” he started to protest only to have his world go dark.

♦ ♦ ♦

The light was dim and the room was familiar. A med tech widened his eyes and rushed into the corridor. Jadis could move his head, but the rest of his body was numb. He waited, allowing his mind to access his latest diagnostic report. It was pretty interesting. His hearts had to be stopped and restarted twice to get them to beat properly. There were two arterial veins that were replaced and seemed to be working properly. He had new prosthetic ribs to support his chest. The paralysis was probably to keep him stable while he healed.

Manager Tylen walked slowly into the med bay, his face covered in a new line of scars. “Why is it every time you leave this station, you come back nearly dead?”

“Good to see you alive too. New face?” Jadis asked.

“We had a few issues, but they were taken care of.”

“Betta?” Jadis tried to get into a better sitting position, but his body didn’t respond.

“Some oxygen deprivation, damage to her lungs, and a few broken ribs, but the feds arrived in time to save you both. She’s recovering nicely.” An eyebrow rose. “Should we finally ready ourselves for Mrs. Ter?”

Jadis decided not to answer was the best way to handle this. “And my ship?”

“The Endeavor went through a great deal and I’m afraid you don’t have the marks to fully repair her.”

Jadis accepted his fate. At least he was alive. “And any other issues with the Antogin?”

“Well, there are reports of an Antogin Armada only a few weeks away. The feds are not equipped for this challenge, and, I hear they are asking Betta Reganta to negotiate your fate.”

“I suppose it could be worse.” Jadis regretted those words the moment they left his lips.

“Princess D’yanna has taken one of the faster cruisers to rendezvous with us within a few weeks. She is accompanied by her mate. Her father follows with a fleet of Drafer Protectorates.” Tylen ran a finger across his pencil thin mustache. “I’d say you are the most wanted and hated creature in this sector.”

“Don’t get too far ahead of yourself, Tylen. They haven’t met you yet.” Jadis groaned as his previous movement caught up with his pain receptors.

“Look at you, all flattery. The paralysis should wear off soon and then the real fireworks will begin. You may want Betta back on her station when the princess arrives. No need to flaunt your new lover in front of your ex.”

They traded a few more quips and Tylen left him in the hands of a med tech that didn’t shake every time he turned his head. Betta arrived an hour later. His flesh was starting to tingle at this point and the muscles in his leg jerked a few times involuntarily.

“I think that means you’re happy to see me.” Betta gave a small smile, though her eyes looked tired.

“Maybe you should be resting too,” Jadis suggested.

“And miss you waking up? I can’t sleep anyway.”

Another apology was about to surface when Betta put a finger to his lips.

“Don’t,” she said softly. “We are in this together. So, next steps. I hear your girlfriend is on her way and she’s got a fleet backing her.”

Jadis decided again that it was best to remain silent.

“I’ve been in touch with some Lyten royalty in the sector and we’ve got some support there. The feds are a nonstarter. They’re already stretched thin.”

“And Pilo?”

“Pilo is Pilo. They are watching to see where they can capitalize. I believe Teena said something to the order of ‘you brought them out of stasis, so they’re your responsibility.’”

“There is another option.” Jadis hesitated to continue.

Betta beamed, the fatigue seeming to be no match to her amusement. “I know exactly what you’re going to suggest, you know?”

Jadis couldn’t hide his own grin. “A wager then? If you get it right, we do it. If you’re wrong, I get seventy percent of whatever we find on that asteroid.”

Betta’s smile faltered. “Seventy percent? You really are a thief.”

“Well?”

“You want to run away. You want to us to run away to Alpha and find your magic scientist.” Betta folded her arms and sat back in her chair.

And spend the rest of creation with you, he thought. “So, we go.”

“We don’t. I owe these people not to leave them in a lurch,” Betta said firmly.

“And if we settle things?” Jadis asked.

Betta stood up and leaned forward. She kissed him softly on the lips. The monitors in the room gave a cry of distress, his hearts suddenly pumping blood at a furious pace. “What was it you said about us ‘not working’? I’ll see you in the morning, Jadis. I have a lot to do and you need your rest.”

Chapter Twelve

Trapped

Though she’d only spent a few days on Betta’s Station, she thought of it as her home. Now that she was on a strange station far from her own, it felt uncomfortable, yet familiar. The last feeling, she knew, was some remnant of Jadis in her system.

Since her uniform was in shreds, she was outfitted with an aquamarine dress that hugged her comfortably and ran down past her ankles. It was what befitted a Human noble in Drafer society. The fabric was specially made to attach itself close to the flesh in the low gravity of the station. Several turns in the mirror and she was unhappy with the look of it, but she admitted that it wasn’t too bad. A part of her wished her hips were smaller or that she filled it out like the Lyten female, Jalys.

Betta sighed, letting her bare feet enjoy the plush carpeting of the chamber. The pain in her chest was immense. She could feel her healing ribs protesting against her movement. She’d refused the pain killers the medics prescribed because she wanted her mind clear. That, and she worried about how her body would respond now that it was different.

The change was subtle, but she could feel it down to the hairs on her arms. It wasn’t as extreme as what Jadis felt. There were new secretions, glands that released hormones just above her forearms, and there were old ones that operated far more enthusiastically than in the past, especially when she had thoughts of Jadis.

Betta surveyed the sitting room. There were two sitting chairs and a chestnut table between. It was a simple chamber, but, much like her own on Betta’s Station, she had a waste chamber with a bedroom off to the side. There were no kitchen or dining facilities, forcing her into the station’s café where she could sit with the crew and eat what they were provided. For the time being, Betta kept to her nutrient drinks and concentrated on healing rather than exploration.

A notification beeped from her communication terminal and Betta gritted her teeth, preparation for the onslaught that was to come. She found it better to stand than sit, her back straight. A wave of her hand and the holographic image of a creature with long mandibles and greyish flesh appeared. The mandibles moved quickly with the chirping and grunting that hinted at the language of the Antogin. The translator revealed the approximate wording with heavy latency. Betta suspected the Queen had an accent that was difficult for it to decipher.

“Betta of Arys!” The Queen of Five announced or accused or spat. The tone was difficult to interpret.

“Queen of Five.” Betta had answered every call, responded to every threat, and even sent a possible contract for treatise prepared by Teena. Each and every one ended with the same outcome.

“This hour marks your last opportunity to hand over the abomination. As I have stated in previous communications, there is no room for negotiation. He must be neutralized for the peace of the hive. He cannot exist. He cannot continue.”

“And I have told you that he will continue. You haven’t given me any justification for your actions. Jadis has not committed any crime or offense against the Antogin. If you have a true grievance, file it with the feds, otherwise back off.”

The focus dove deeper on the mandibles, their movement more aggressive and the translation taking longer. “His mere existence is offensive.”

“You are responsible for the murder of five federal agents. Your hive is under their custody and a warrant for your arrest was issued. You are the one at fault here.” Betta tried to keep calm, tried not to think of the fiery ring of agents falling to the ground before Jadis wrapped his body around her, but the images came unbidden. “You’re the one that caused offense!”

“Betta of Arys will pay the price for not handing over the abomination!” The communication ended abruptly.

Betta waited. She took a few short breaths to calm herself and allowed her eyes to adjust to the suddenly dim room. She sent a copy of the conversation to the feds and paced for a few minutes. It was a smart move to return to Betta’s Station. There wasn’t much she could do and Jadis’s princess—the thought of some other female made her grit her teeth harder and pace all the more—was not far with an armada according to Manager Tylen.

The feds were also amassing near the power station. Teena informed her in the med bay that there were Pilo battleships monitoring from the outer edges. If a conflict did erupt, they would eradicate the Queen of Five and her hive.

This was why she stayed, why she paced. The Five were her responsibility. By freeing the Antogin she’d brought their queen to this sector and put Jadis in danger. Not just Jadis, she reminded herself, every inhabitant of the sector.

But what could she do? When she looked up next, she found that her pacing had turned into a walk, and that walk had taken her to Jadis. His snores echoed off the walls of the med bay. The sound was so Human, so normal, that she smiled despite how tense she felt. Sitting in the chair next to his bedside, she reached out a hand to touch his.

Jadis’s lids lifted immediately. Betta could feel the strange tactile adhesion as their flesh became one, melding into one another. She was immersed in his memories, in his mind, in his emotions and he with hers. It was a feeling that went from deep inside her and spread throughout her body. It was primal, instinctual, agony and ecstasy mixed with loss, an emptiness that needed filled that only Jadis could provide.

When she looked into his eyes, they were pleading, begging her to either take him fully or stop the connection. It was in that moment that she understood that it wasn’t Jadis creating this connection, it was her. Betta concentrated her will to free him. Their hands disengaged, as did their connection, their emotions, and memories. She wept at the separation, her face in her hands. Time passed like this, her endless weeping, the pain of separation, and then his hand was there, caressing the lines of her face.

“Go home,” he said softly, his own eyes wet with tears. “Go home, Betta.”

“I am.” She grasped his hand, not caring, letting her body connect with him once more, and allowing all that he was to fill her while also pushing all that she was into him.

Jadis moaned from a place that mirrored her own pleasure. Betta was on top of him then, her lips falling against him, and then the pain struck her. The brace that held her ribs was out of place, the feel of bone, flesh and nerves tearing. They both cried out and Betta cut the connection, sliding off Jadis and onto the floor of the med bay.

They both panted, the pain coming in waves that caused her back to spasm. She covered her mouth against the cries that threatened to become shrieks. Soon she was able to bear it and stand.

“Why won’t you go?” Jadis asked.

“You know why.” Betta leaned forward, carefully, and gave him a less passionate kiss, this one soft, almost apologetic. “I don’t know what this is, but I want it. I can feel you want it.”

“It’s not real,” Jadis protested.

“Maybe. Even if it is, it isn’t fair if I force it on you, is it? Can I just sit here? With you? I won’t touch you unless you say it’s ok.”

“As long…” His lids were falling downward and Betta felt her insides warming to see him drifting to sleep. “As long as you don’t touch.” And he was snoring again, far louder than he had previously.

Betta reached out a hand to grasp his and stopped herself short of touching. Instead, she crossed her arms, holding her hands close to her ribs. This halted some of the pain, radiating a dull throb against her chest. It was enough that she could finally rest.

Before letting her eyes drift shut, she hazarded another glance toward Jadis. He snorted and a ripple of content passed through her as she drifted to sleep.

A hand on her shoulder woke her some hours later. Teena Maverick stood above her, the glossy lines of her uniform causing a soft moan of jealousy from Betta.

“Miss Reganta,” Teena said.

“Teena. When did you—”

“An hour ago. We can depart for Betta’s Station when you are ready.” A loud series of snores filled the air and Teena’s small smile turned. “How can you sleep with that noise? He really is the worst.”

Betta laughed. “Yes, he is.” Sitting up, she faced her assistant, and, if she was honest with herself, her only real friend. “I don’t think I can leave him, not like this.”

“You fell for it, then? His charm.” Teena looked back to the bed and Betta wondered if she saw some longing there. Her heart was suddenly beating very quickly and she had to clench both her fists tightly not to tear Teena’s face from her skull. “He never does what you would expect.”

“What? What do you mean?” Betta asked, clenching and unclenching her fists.

“Given his reputation.” Teena found a chair nearby and sat so that they were now facing the snoring man. At some points while she spoke, she was nearly yelling to be heard above Jadis’s snoring. “The stories I have heard about him are not the man you meet in person. He is… better than the stories.”

Betta’s fists loosened and she inclined her head slowly, a mix of memories playing through her mind. “Before we go, I need to speak with Manager Tylen. I suspect he’ll know why.”

“I brought Friz. She insists it’s her duty to protect you.”

“How is she? I should thank her.” Betta recalled the young guard nudging her onto Jadis’s ship while turning back to the chaos of Antogin killing agents.

“A little singed, but ready to face more Antogin. I am actually worried she might hold a grudge. She has also given the agents assigned to our party nicknames. None of them are complimentary,” Teena’s nose crinkled at this and Betta read amusement in her features.

“Should I be worried? I don’t think we have a therapist on the station.”

“No, I believe she is dealing with the entire situation well.”

“And Tey?” Betta asked after the guard she left on the lift.

“No injuries and one very unhappy Antogin in custody. Drew—”

“Big Dee,” Betta said enthusiastically.

“Drew,” Teena corrected in her professional manner, though Betta could detect a hint of good-natured mockery, “was so impressed by Tey’s abilities that he’s offered her a position on his team.”

“Oh.” The memory of Pseudo-Jadis’s conversation with Olly popped into Betta’s mind. “She’ll have her hands full with that one.”

Teena shook her head. “You are better than that, Miss Reganta.”

“No. I’m not, Teena. Anyway, what am I supposed to do with him?” Betta shouted above Jadis’s suddenly loud snores.

“I was in love once, a few centuries ago, on the other side of known space,” Teena said almost too softly for Betta to hear. “I regret that I didn’t appreciate how easily we could be broken.”

“Andy?”

Teena blinked in surprise. “Jadis is a real ass.”

Betta shook her head. “I knew. Did you watch the trial?”

A tear forced its way out and Teena swiped it away. “He was very kind. I could tell his words were not for the court, but for me.”

“I don’t know what happened between you two, but I didn’t get the feeling you two were broken from his testimony.”

“Yet I am here, and he is… most likely dead.”

Betta looked back to Jadis’s loud slumber. “Most likely. But maybe not.”

“It would take near a century to go home. Even then, there isn’t a guarantee he would be waiting for me or that he even stayed on Granada Five. Not to mention the cost.” Teena made another swipe of her cheek and stood erect.

“Betta’s Station is about second chances remember. I’ll do what I can to help,” Betta promised.

“I believe you will.” Teena looked back to Jadis. “As for that ass in the bed, I would suggest you really get to know him. Granted, his secrets seem to be about caring and saving people. It is an odd contradiction to the reputation he puts about. I believe he doesn’t have much intellect beyond his cybernetic implants. Without those, I doubt he would remember his own name.”

“That’s a little harsh. Remember, that’s the man I care about.” Betta smiled despite herself. The snoring had come to an abrupt stop and Betta was certain that Teena was goading him.

“As always, Miss Reganta, if that is how you want to torture yourself, I am not one to stand in your way. Still, you should, perhaps, enroll him in a few courses on etiquette. Especially, when it comes to first impressions. I have updated your communicator with the location of our vessel. When you are ready, we will be waiting. I will let Friz know.”

“Please. Thank you, Teena.”

“Thank you, Miss Reganta.”

When Teena was out of the Med Bay, Jadis let out a long breath. “That woman hates me.”

Betta fought the urge to pounce on top of him and chuckled softly to herself. The sound of his voice sent such shivers down her spine. “Teena doesn’t hate you, Jadis. She doesn’t think very highly of you, but she doesn’t hate you.”

Jadis’s dark eyes held her own and she saw, for the first time, his forked tongue taste the air, and she knew he was tasting her. Another thrill and her body rebelled against her mind. She halted her hands by standing abruptly. “I’m going to take a walk. When I get back, you and I are going to discuss how this will work.”

“This?” Jadis asked.

“Us? You, me, and the crazy biological need I have to devour you.” Betta raised a hand to silence him. “I refuse to hear anything negative from you. I’m taking your advice. I’ll go home. Maybe you’re right. Maybe once we have some space between us, I’ll feel differently. But it’s stupid, you know? I mean, that’s how this stuff works. Instinctual attraction and infatuation are like icebreakers.”

Jadis smiled now. “I get it. I seem to have cycles’ worth of dramas from Alpha suddenly in my head. Go home, Betta. And if we’re supposed to be something, and if I can survive the Queen of Five, then we can have a date.”

“I’ve downloaded at least twenty dramas from Alpha that I haven’t see yet. You and I are going to have a marathon night of Alpha Drama.”

Jadis was no longer smiling. “Couldn’t we have a few drinks? Go for a swim?”

Betta leaned down to kiss him, careful to will her body from melding at the touch. “We can do it all, Jadis. You just have to let me in.”

Jadis held out his hand and Betta didn’t hesitate, letting herself become a part of him, wholly and completely, though it was only for a few seconds.

♦ ♦ ♦

Everything was strange. Betta’s perception of the world was now blended. She was definitely Betta, though she had to lift her hands at times to remind herself. She knew all of the faces she passed in the corridors of the power station, but she didn’t know them. No, Jadis knew them. That part made her slightly uncomfortable. The really strange part was how much she longed to be near him. How every moment that Jadis wasn’t close, she felt something like physical pain, deep in her chest, right behind her ribs.

Betta could almost hear Jadis in her ear, telling her it was an illusion, that her body was producing chemicals to fool her brain into wanting to mate with him. In the end, what would become of Betta and Jadis if they were to integrate as they had on the Endeavor? Would she be herself? Would Jadis? What would become of their child? Would they be trapped in the cocoon state forever, or would they reemerge one being? How long could they survive? There were a million questions that needed answers, but no one to ask. She knew she should run, go back to her station, and figure out exactly what her father had been up to for the past thirty cycles.  But there was a bigger question that overruled every other one in her mind and Jadis’s memories provided clues to its answer.

During her recovery, Betta immersed herself in Jadis’s memories, becoming familiar with each one, creating new lists and linking old ones with knowledge she was certain Jadis wasn’t even aware he had. There was some disappointment. Jadis had tried most of the foods and drinks she’d been curious about. Never would she be able to experience certain foods for the first time. Granted, it was Jadis’s taste buds and not her own, and she could see that there were subtle differences on how they experienced the cocoa at their first meeting. For Jadis, the chocolate was far sweeter and there were other tinges of flavor that Betta was not able to perceive. A hint of orange, the blending of two different strains of cocoa beans, the slight hint of sage.

Now she could take each memory, break it down, and explore it clinically, it was obvious that they were both being manipulated by someone.

Betta took a deep breath that came out ragged. Her ribs were healing, but they were still bruised. The pain came when she took breaths too deep, or sat, or moved, or existed. Unfortunately, she needed the breath to shore up her courage. She knocked at the door to Manager Tylen’s compartment, entering at his muted “Come.”

The chamber was dim, though she could make out enclosed shelving that held figurines, a pedestal that featured a lion at the center of velvet carpet. A tiled floor to her right held an old-fashioned kitchen with a marble island complete with a rehydration unit and black stove top that was kept immaculate. Possibly it was there more for show than functionality. A dozen paces ahead of her sat Tylen, a holographic display projected in the area in front of a maroon love seat and full sofa. All doors to the other parts of the chamber were closed.

Tylen, waving a hand, dispersed the images that Betta reminded herself to revisit later. The room brightened to reveal cerulean walls that contrasted the color of the carpet in a way that made Betta mute her disapproval.

He fingered his thin mustache, a fake smile spreading to his lips.  “Miss Reganta. I don’t believe we have an appointment. It is also highly irregular to meet in my personal chambers.” His fingers now passed over the edges of his perfectly-fitted black suit, the hint of an old-fashioned white tie poking out at the top of the vest.

Betta studied his dark eyes, the lack of lines on his face, the steadiness of his nimble fingers as they moved. “I thought it would be better for us to speak like this. I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you,” Betta said.

“Not at all. I had been meaning to make myself available. I thought it best to give you enough time to recover. How are you feeling? Would you like to sit?”

The pain in her ribs warned her away from folding her body. She shook her head. “Thank you for the offer, but it helps to stand. I’ll get to the point. Jadis and I… we’ve grown close these last few days. He’s shared quite a bit about his life with me.”

“I haven’t known Jadis to be the sharing type,” Tylen said, skeptically.

“I guess it’s different with me,” Betta persisted.

“Yes. Yes, it is.”

“In all that I’ve learned about Jadis, you’ve been at the center since he arrived in this sector. He was introduced to the black-market by you. And when he lost his contacts, you were right there to give him legitimate associations for his new trade. You were there to give him his new persona. The items he acquired, manufactured, and distributed would have been extremely difficult to get in this sector. Yet somehow you always managed to know someone. And that being after you were ex-communicated from the black-market, the same as Jadis.”

Tylen raised a brow, then sat, leaning back and spreading his arms to either side. “Should I call my lawyer? I have a feeling you are about to accuse me of something dark and insidious. Given your background as an Operator, I assume this is the part right before the feds come bursting through the doors with rifles blazing.”

“I want you to know that I know what you are,” Betta stepped forward, forcing confidence in her stance.

“And what is that?”

“A man that still has ties with the black-market. The man behind Jadis Ter, the real manager of the two power stations and all its dark dealings. Jadis is the Sal’um Pe.” Betta’s lips twisted at the title.

“You understand the title then?”

“Faux lord, pet lord, honorary nobility?”

Tylen shook his head. “Those are Jadis’s words. The final one is closest. They are Human concepts. The world of Drafer royalty is not the same as our historical context. There is also information that Jadis doesn’t have, that he has never questioned.”

“And that is?” Betta asked.

“What else is it you want, Miss Reganta? You obviously came here with something in mind. Are you to have me arrested? Am I to be taken away by the feds?”

“What is it you know about Jadis?” Betta originally wanted to squeeze what information she could about her father from Tylen, but at the mention of secrets about Jadis her heart pounded in her chest.

“Nothing that isn’t well-known among Drafers. What do you know of the War of Concession?”

“When Pilo took over most of the Drafer territory?”

“When Pilo made their first agreements with Drafers not to wipe them out. For Humans, this war is a thing of the past, but Drafers live long lives, very long lives, and many of those that fought in the war are still alive. Take the king. He was a young Drafer male when the war began. The soldiers the king took to war were bonded to his line, becoming brothers on the battlefield. Many of them died, but one survived. He was taken.”

Betta fought her rising annoyance and evened out her tone. “What does any of this have to do with Jadis?”

“When the war ended and concessions were made, in Pilo’s favor, the king requested the return of his little brother. It took many years to track him, or rather, what was left of him.”

The nervous flutter in her stomach warned her away. What she heard next would be difficult for Jadis. There was a reason why he never questioned, why he left a part of his life as a mystery.

“At the threat of losing what concessions they won, Pilo gave over their experimental facility to the Drafers and moved their operation to Alpha. All they left behind was a creature that could not be, a creature that was part Human, part Lyten, part Hyn, and partly Sal’um Pe; a noble brother-in-arms.”

Tylen looked away then and Betta thought she could see wetness welling up beneath his lids.

“How many rejuvenations have you had? You knew him as well?” Betta both asked and accused.

“It’s rude to ask a Human how many rejuvenations. It’s a meaningless question, besides. The body one gets fitted can last centuries if kept well. It’s the brain matter that decays. Eventually, a cybernetic upgrade or an enhancement package helps preserve the mind, but then one begins to question whether one is what one was. Will I still be Richard Tylen if my mind is artificial, or will I be a copy of the consciousness that was Richard Tylen?” His focus was on a place that Betta was not and she quietly kept to herself, contemplating the truths he revealed. It was some time before he returned, a look of surprise on his face when he saw her again. “I was a young man myself when Pilo offered my services to the king. It was a dangerous job and the first ten cycles were pure hazard pay. I was flush with marks before I reached my 30th cycle. I’d fought as a soldier in the war. I’d stood against the Sal’um Pe and lost, but my story isn’t the one you’re after, is it?”

“No. I came here because I want to know about my father. I know—”

Tylen laughed. “Is that all? This is about George. What do you know?”

“What do you mean, what do I know? What do you know?”

He was fingering his mustache again, which put Betta on edge. What exactly did that mean?

“I suspect you don’t know much, like Jadis. Do you know how many females I put before Jadis? These were the king’s orders, mind you. I mean, originally, I thought he would like Drafer companionship, given his closeness with the princess. The first few cycles I placed several Drafer females in his path. Not even a glance. In fact, he hid himself in his chamber. Then I tried Human females. He was more comfortable with them. Still, there was no real interest. Lyten females are far more aggressive and their mating practices could disrupt the station. This meant I never really gave that much of go.”

“What about my father?” Betta sighed.

“That’s the part I was getting to. Top employee for Pilo’s pharmaceutical division on Old Earth. He had ties to the black-market back then. He didn’t have a name then, but even out here, I knew there was someone that could get you the top pharma on Earth. Everything changed when his family finally got the virus. You think the deals I made for Jadis were impressive. The deals your father made to rebuild you were spectacular.”

“Rebuild me?” Betta nearly dropped to her knees.

Tylen rose then, moving close enough that she could smell his sweat. “One wonders how much of one remains when one is rebuilt. That’s the fascinating part. The method that was used to rebuild you was based on the work of the scientist that made Jadis. The two of you trapped alone on his ship together and you ‘get closer’ to him than any female in nearly a century. What kind of deal did George Reganta make? Not that it matters, I believe I have one better.”

Betta would’ve fallen to her knees were it not for Tylen’s firm arms to hold her. There was a pain in her shoulder and she looked into his dark eyes in surprise.

“Deep breaths. Slow. Deep. Breaths.” His words became muted and jumbled as she went limp.

The moving and chittering of mandibles were the last sounds she heard.

♦ ♦ ♦

Consciousness came sudden. One moment it was complete blackness, the next her eyes were wide open. Her face lay against the hard exoskeleton of an Antogin. Betta didn’t hesitate, striking with a hard fist against the soft flesh below its mandible. She was rewarded with a grunt and a toss that sent her spiraling to the hard titanium floor, her shoulder striking the side of an oblong container, a stasis box.

Ignoring the pain in her chest and sides, Betta made it to her knees in time to see two Antogin charging to her position from opposite ends of the room. Again, as had happened the last time she feared for her life, all movement slowed. She had time to assess her surroundings. The area was vast with tubing and ventilation sweeping across thick titanium walls. She could feel a rhythmic hum that was not the familiar vibrations she’d come to attribute to the machinery of a station. The dress she wore clung to her flesh even tighter and she knew that she was on a ship. Not only that, they were in flight.

Rising with both arms raised, Betta surrendered to her captors. “Take me to your Queen?”

The chitter of mandibles and the bobbing of antennae gave no indication that they understood her words. Still, they slowed their advance and one of them roughly threw her over his shoulders, smashing his hard exterior into her ribs. Letting out a cry of agony, she attempted to remain limp, concentrating on the strange spots of light that masked her vision.

In her mind, she continually reassured herself that she would be fine, that someone would find her, and that these wouldn’t be her final moments. The Antogin was anything but gentle as he tossed her into the stasis box. She felt something in her chest give and a new, sharper pain dug into her side.

“Please!” The tears came without her permission along with the words. “Don’t do this. Please. I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t put me—”

Betta’s words were ignored, as she thought they would be, and the top of the stasis box slid closed. There was the release of air and her mind went blank.

Chapter Thirteen

The Rescue

His hand gripped empty air. Jadis opened his eyes to the spot where Betta had slept, finding her chair vacant. The taste of her was still there, lingering, teasing him, and he rose. The drowsiness threatened to take him away again, but he held on, focusing his eyes on the transparent pantry a few steps away.

The stimulant implant he’d attached to his wrist had been removed. Betta was such a distraction that every opportunity he had to ask for it was lost in becoming a part of her. The last time they touched, he’d gotten a glimpse of her intentions. If she was right, and he grudgingly allowed that she was most likely right, Tylen was dangerous. Cornering him would be a mistake.

A chill of numbness crossed his spine and his breaths came in vigorous snorts. His lids threatened to drop him back to sleep, yet he held on, clinching every part of his body that could hold tight. A few more steps and he was there, breathing heavily against the cabinet. His vision blurred while he tried to find the right container.

Second shelf. He reached in, his hands knocking other medicines to the floor until he had a shaking hold on the stimulant. An applicator was on the table nearby and in a few simple moves it was under his skin. A few quick heartbeats later and the drab color of the med bay was bright, the sounds of beeping intensified, and the scent of Betta inspired him into movement.

Halfway to the door, he turned back and secured a few more bottles of the stimulant and two more applicators. Better to be prepared. He was wearing the paper-thin material the med-techs normally garbed the emergency patients. It was dampening in various spots, but instead of making his way to his own chamber to change, he hurried to Tylen’s, attempting to ignore the looks of those that bowed in his crossing.

Standing in the corridor, Jadis pressed the chime several times. Never had Tylen had him wait more than once when he was present. He closed his eyes and opened his inner network to the station’s interface. None of the video gadgets he’d planted were operational. In fact, he had limited access to his own database. He put a call into Tylen and the image of his manager appeared in front him.

“Tylen. Where’s Betta?” Jadis asked.

Tylen’s mustache twitched. “She’s safe. Alliances were made, trades completed. The Queen of Five is now ready to negotiate.”

“I don’t understand, Tylen. Why would you work with the Antogin?”

“I’m certain none of you understand the danger that faces us. You think of the Antogin as insects that can easily be put underfoot, but warring with the Antogin would lead to the annihilation of the Drafers. I cannot allow that.” Tylen nodded slowly as though agreeing with someone Jadis couldn’t see.

“Why take Betta? You could have taken me.”

“If I take you to the Queen of Five, she would destroy every atom that is Jadis Ter. I cannot allow that either. I took Betta to make a better deal for you, for the Drafers, for the king. One day, I believe, you will understand.”

“What deal?” Jadis pressed.

“You’ll be hearing from me soon. In the meantime, prepare yourself,” Tylen warned.

“To die?” Jadis realized the connection had ended too late. He kicked at Tylen’s closed door, his matted paw driving a light dent into the material.

Manager Li’em was the next contact he made. The reptilian face that greeted him offered a formal bow. “Sal’um Pe, how may I be of service?”

“First, inform the feds that Manager Tylen has abducted Betta Reganta. Are you in contact with D’yanna?”

There was a hiss and the image froze. Jadis waited, leaning against a wall in the corridor of the residential heart of the power station. Not for the first time, he was aware of how much better Betta’s Station was on the whole. Here the floors were the lackluster grey of standard metallic flooring. The walls the same and the doors fitted with numbers for identification. The décor of Betta’s Station was all plush and colorful, and even her employees were fitted with uniforms that, while he considered them childish, fit the overall nature of the station.

The pressure in his head came without warning and Jadis was looking out of eyes that were not his own.

There were no words to describe the feeling of despair that stifled all others. Again and again the cry came up from Res Dai. When she reached out to draw him in, there was only an alien mind that masked the call from her selected drone. Now she was close enough that she could take in the alien mind, take in Res Dai, but there was a barrier between. She could feel him watching, attempting to control her. She refused.

“I am Queen of the Five. You are an abomination. I am the mother of billions of Antogin. You are nothing and you will never be strong enough. Come to me, Jadis Ter. Let me release Res Dai.”

Jadis shook his head to clear his mind. Li’em’s image was moving again. “Manager Tylen has always moved against the tide. I have informed the princess and the federal entity. They have updated their approach, but I do not have an E.T.A. How would you like to proceed?”

“Start with a search of the station. I want every employee accounted for and every corner searched. All docking areas on lock and no traffic in or out unless I personally authorize it.” That was enough, right? He felt like he was forgetting something important.

“As you say, Sal’um Pe. Should I inform Miss Reganta’s employees?”

“I’ll inform Teena. In fact, I’ll be headed to her ship now. I’m revoking all of Tylen’s access to the station.” Why move now? Tylen could have taken weeks to make a move. Was having Betta there too convenient? He’d never known his former manager to be that sloppy or quick to judgement. It could only mean one thing. “I think we’ll need to prepare ourselves for another attack. The Queen has to be closer than we thought.”

Li’em sat considering him for some time. “Legend does not do you justice. Conflict is drawn to you no matter the form. I will gather those that can fight. Those that cannot, I will order to hide in the more fortified areas.”

Nearly twenty minutes later, Jadis was dressed and standing on the bridge of one of Betta’s Station’s Commuter Ships. The clothes felt strange, as if they weren’t his own. He missed his new outfit and promised himself that once he had Betta they would go to Gabriel’s together. The thumping in his chest threatened to cloud his focus.

“And you have no idea where she is?” Teena demanded. It was the first time that Jadis had ever seen a Human face turn that color. He thought it might be a shade of purple, though he couldn’t identify it.

“I can go through a list of reasons why or we can focus on trying to find any trace of them. The station’s database isn’t trustworthy. Tylen had enough access he could rewrite it. What he doesn’t have, is access to your systems.” Jadis met the fierce gaze of Friz straight on. He thought that if he showed any weakness she’d probably break something on him.

Sadly, her response was an even more intense stare that he wasn’t prepared to combat. He turned back to Teena. “I don’t need access. You can access your own monitors and look to see if a ship arrived or departed while you were in dock.”

Teena immediately went to a silver console. Every surface of the ship was covered in a glossy finish that made Jadis miss Betta all the more. The guilt in the pit of his stomach churned away, combining with the pain of not having her close by. He’d expected it to hit, prepared himself mentally, and still he lost his focus. He was consumed by the memory of their last touch and it took a soft hand on his shoulder to bring him back to the present.

“There,” Teena said again, pointing to the Antogin vessel that shot into an expanse of stars.

“Follow it,” Jadis managed to grunt.

“Inform the feds and set a course, Friz.”

“This is only a Commuter Ship. There’s not a chance we’d catch them.”

“We don’t have to catch them. We just have to get Jadis close. Right?”

Jadis nodded, not trusting his voice.

The ship ahead of them had a two-hour head-start. Not to mention, the small engines of the Commuter Ship did nothing to close the gap. If anything, the gap widened. More than once, Jadis cursed himself for not retrieving his own ship and following. Teena and Friz grew more cautious of him as the distance grew. Hours passed into a full day and Jadis hovered still over the sensor view of the declining speck in the distance.

While Friz and Teena ate, slept, used the waste room, and communicated their position to the feds, Jadis stood in the same position, hardly moving. Near the end of the second day, Friz cleared her throat.

“We’re burning through our reserves. The feds are about an hour out.”

“We don’t stop!” Jadis’s gravelly voice was met with silence.

“We don’t stop,” Teena repeated in agreement. “We dock with the feds and let their faster and more powerful cruiser take us to Betta. And you need to rest.”

Jadis grinned, hiding his second-to-last injection of stimulant beneath his heavy coat. His hearts warned with each searing throb that any more would probably cause permanent damage. “Today’s the day.”

Neither woman responded.

An hour later, the feds were docked. Jadis moved stiffly to the airlock. Both Teena and Friz were paces ahead of him. There were nearly two forms of his consciousness inhabiting the ship by now, monitoring communications, accessing federal markers and breaking any law that impeded his devouring of classified knowledge. He knew all of Betta’s access code and he knew exactly where to look for the information he needed.

By the time he entered the federal cruiser he had control of the agents and the ship itself. They connected to him like nodes of consciousness that added to his ability to process and control. From there, he could link to other ships and other agents aboard those vessels. When he stepped onto the bridge, he knew exactly where the renegade cruiser was headed. He had five ships en route and thirty-four armed and combat-ready agents prepared for insurgency.

Now, he had his own hive, and the Queen of Five would pay for taking his mate.

♦ ♦ ♦

Gylmus One was a planet of acidic rain and igneous rock. Navigating the storms was difficult for a single pilot, but to follow the ship that held Betta, Jadis navigated five vessels without hesitation. The area where the Antogin landed was obviously chosen because of the flat expanse and the series of caves that lay a kilometer distant. The first ships to land detected the heat signatures of lifeforms scurrying into those caves in the perpetual drizzle that kept the surface slick and eroded the rock over time.

Jadis sent his first wave of agents to follow until the ship that carried him arrived. Two agents were offline near the cave’s edge. Five others were proceeding with caution, having subdued one of the two signatures that moved.

What lay beyond the cave was a mystery and Jadis panicked when he couldn’t feel the five agents that entered the cave, ordering the remaining agents to stand guard.

Teena and Friz sat quietly at opposite ends of the bridge, each guarded by two agents whose black eyes watched them completely devoid of emotion. They had tried speaking to the agents and once they realized Jadis controlled them, they had tried reasoning with him, but his focus was so narrowed by now that he hardly recalled that they existed.

The ship touched the surface and Jadis was running. There were no space suits onboard that would fit his awkward body. There was nothing but his clothing to protect him from the acidic rain or the freezing atmosphere. He carried no form of oxygen to replenish his supply. Instead, he took a deep breath following the airlock pressurization. When the doors opened, he was running again, pumping his thick and heavy legs in the slight gravity all the way to the caves.

The greenish hue that reflected from the glistening exterior of Gylmus One did not travel into the cave. The darkness within enveloped Jadis, seeming to absorb any sign of light. Blinking, a thin set of lids covered his eyes and he could make out the outlines of the wall face, following a path that led down and narrowed as he went.

The gills at both sides of his neck were pulsing. He could feel the influx of oxygen even as they began to freeze in the chill. Moving as quickly as his furred legs would carry, Jadis descended, following the path, crouching, and eventually crawling through an opening. Then he was falling.

In the slight gravity, his touchdown was more surprising than it was painful. Standing, he could now hear the chittering and gnawing of the Antogin in the distance. The cave walls were farther apart here and he could see the edges were smoother, the rock flat and unblemished. His forked tongue tasted oxygen, though it was thin and he took a slow breath, allowing his gills to calm.

Jadis moved along the narrowing walls and toward a dim light in the distance. His breaths came in short wheezing gasps and his steps, though hurried, began to slow. A numbness had started to set into his limbs and shivers ran down his spine. Grasping the applicator in his coat, he injected another dose of the stimulant into his veins and straightened his back.

Widening his stride, easing his breathing, Jadis sprinted down the passageway and into an Antogin nest.

Chapter Fourteen

Betta & Jadis

It was Sera Rankor that pulled her from the stasis box. His translator was in place, a small oblong dot that spoke from the soft area beneath his mandibles. “You have my apologies, Miss Reganta. I had hoped to paint you, rather than assault you.”

Betta lay limply in his arms, her body unable to pull her into a dignified pose of any sort. After several attempts, she gave in to her paralysis and merely studied the glimpses of hundreds of Antogin that moved past them, brushing against them, crawling the smooth walls and the narrow passageways that led to other hints of light.

Sera Rankor carried her down a tunnel and into a place where her vision strained to see hints of figures that worked in the background, quietly skittering around them. He paused in the center of that dark place and set her on the ground.

“There are truths,” he said, “that are not known to you. We are not violent creatures. There is a great suffering that has changed our queen. She is not as we knew her. This suffering must be resolved or we cannot move forward.”

She wanted to ask about the dead federal agents, the attempts on Jadis’s life. Instead, a soft whimper exited her lips and nothing more.

Sera Rankor stepped into the darkness further and she lost any sight of him. “He comes now.”

Out of the darkness came an immense figure, a massive Antogin with mandibles five times the size of Sera Rankor. A bulbous body shifted loudly against the smooth rock. Droplets of saliva dripped from these protrusions and the exoskeleton of the creature was scarred and ragged. There was no voice to the words of the Queen of Five as there had been when she spoke in holographic communication. There was simply the pressure in Betta’s head that sent her eyes rolling to the back of her skull. “Betta of Arys!”

Betta shuddered under the power of those words. Her mind and body recoiled at the way it rippled through her bones, echoing into a place in her being that she didn’t know existed. Another whimper released and her spine curled, her chest rising to contort her body.

Understanding came in increasing waves of pressure that caused her to lose all of her senses. In seconds, she was riding a wave of emotions that were all tinged with loss, longing, confusion, and constant agony.

The Queen of Five was not the last queen, or a significant one at that. Queens tended to live isolated lives, their fates decided by their purpose and gender. Every few minutes she gave birth to new Antogin, her body feeding and producing, despite her desire to rest or pause. After the first few cycles, it became secondary to her nature. Primary were the minds that were birthed and connected, forming a bond that was broken only at great distance, a love that was inconceivable to any other.

Each one was given a name, by her, and they were, each and every one, a part of her that left an empty space when they passed. The lifespan of the Queen of Five was difficult to know from her perspective, but Betta knew she’d been alive for centuries. Her children did not live such long spans of time and she had said her goodbyes to several generations, but where there was once a natural transition in loss, there was one that did not go easily into the darkness. There was one that still cried out to her, and whose call could not be silenced.

The name she gave him was Res Dai. There were other Res Dais over the generations. Each one was resilient, petulant, and, for an Antogin, rebellious, yet brave and loyal. When she saw a Res Dai, the Queen of Five, was certain to pay special attention because they made waves in Antogin advancement.

Betta knew the rest without the impressions the Queen of Five forced on her mind. She could conclude where they were headed after her conversation with Tylen. The impressions came regardless.

Taken prisoner by Pilo, Res Dai was tortured and experimented upon. Betta lived and died several times under the memories of the hive mind. These memories and impressions came in loops that threatened to destroy her sense of self. At some point, Betta truly believed that she was Res Dai, and she begged her Pilo captors to kill her and end their torture.

Drones were sent to save Res Dai, or kill him, should the opportunity arise, but all were lost. Thousands were sent and finally the Queen of Five simply sat listening until there was the reprieve of complete silence.

The silence lasted two cycles. During that time, the Queen of Five burrowed and birthed the new generation. The confusion came then because Res Dai reappeared in her mind, yet his mind was alien. Then, he cried anew, his mind familiar and despairing.

Betta’s tongue worked, swallowing dryness. She tried to speak. There was nothing.

Res Dai was trapped, lost within Jadis Ter, and unable to escape, unable to speak to the new being that Pilo experimentation created. All he could do was cry out to the hive mind, begging for an end.

The pressure halted there and Betta was grateful, her eyes falling back to their original position, her back relaxing, and her chest lowering. There was no further communication and the Queen of Five backed into the darkness. There was an understanding, a request, not an order, but a request from the queen, and, despite how Betta felt about Jadis, she had agreed.

Most of her body was numb, yet she pulled herself into a fetal position, drawing her knees close to her chest.

Sera Rankor was in view now and it was he that handed her the applicator along with the drug within it into her unfeeling hands. “Will you follow the queen’s wishes?”

“I said I would. I will.” Betta was relieved she could finally speak.

Sera Rankor’s head bobbed in reverence. “You have saved us twice, Betta of Arys.”

“I’m doing this for Jadis. Make certain she remembers the agreement. If she doesn’t stand by her word I will make certain that none of The Five live.” The threat, Betta felt, wasn’t a hollow one. If she lost Jadis to this, she vowed to destroy any and all Antogin associated with The Five, no matter the cost.

What the queen revealed to her was not something she could ignore. If she hadn’t shared memories with Jadis, she would have spent her time trying to convince him. Knowing him as she did now, she knew he would agree with her.

The tingling sensation warned her that she would soon be in control of her limbs. Had the cries from down the tunnel not come, she would have laid there and waited for full control, but they came, and she knew Jadis was near.

♦ ♦ ♦

Killing any creature is never a simple feat when one has never killed. Jadis filed this away for future reference. He’d studied Antogin anatomy. He knew that there was a soft spot behind their mandibles that could cause pain and disorientation, but beyond that the weak points were always the eyes.

For every Antogin he encountered, Jadis poked it in the eyes or threw a desperate fist behind their mandibles. It was a solid plan until there were nearly fifty swarming him. At that point, he struck the nearest Antogin, the one next to that one and repeated the action until he was twenty paces into the nest.

There was a time when it seemed bleak, when there were Antogin charging from every direction, and then they all stopped in their tracks. His fists were bloody by then, his body covered in a variety of bruising that made it difficult to raise a brow. This break in action gave him time to rest, but, worst of all, it gave him time to think.

The Antogin kept their distance, moving off to the side and allowing for a path down the dim passage that led to the center of the nest. He was certain the queen was there.

The shadow came first and he knew without catching sight of her that the shadow belonged to Betta. He’d won. He’d defeated the Antogin with his bare fists.

The closer she came, the more he worried. The look on her face was somber. The chipper, uplifting person that downed a Polaris Solar in one gulp was subdued and sad. He knew he should be suspicious, that he should take a step back and consider the situation. He knew a lot of things he should do that made sense. He didn’t do any of those things.

Jadis rushed into her embrace and accepted the stab of pain she injected into his abdomen.

“I’m sorry, lover,” Betta said softly.

Jadis believed her.

Their bodies melding into one another, their minds and bodies shared, they could hear the wailing of Res Dai ease to complete silence. Jadis gave himself completely to Betta, holding nothing back and she did not hesitate to make the exchange. The mounds at their shoulders stretched open and wings erupted from their backs to envelope them both. They felt the pressure of the hive mind as it observed and amplified their waves of pleasure and pride in the creation of new life to millions of Antogin drones across the sector.

When it was done, the child complete, and their minds were still one, they felt Jadis drift away from them, an emptiness taking him into a fathomless state of hibernation from which he might never rise. They reached for him again and again and again, but it was no use.

The cocoon that shrouded them crumbled to dirt and Betta sat amongst the ruins, her nude body clutching a mahogany infant with furred legs and a scaled abdomen and torso. Both mother and child wept over the still body that lay next to them. The pain of their loss was also amplified throughout the hive and far throughout the sector.

It was Sera Rankor that came before them. “Do not cry. He still lives. Jadis Ter merely sleeps.”

Betta knew it was something more. The snoring that once comforted her was no longer there, the hearts in chest beat weakly and only after long intervals. The light that poured out of him at her touch was weak and flickered wanly.

Epilogue

D’yanna’s heavy form rose from the greenish pools and onto the decorative flat. Betta halted the holographic display and watched a smaller figure pull herself over the edge. Her thin arms were followed by muscled legs. Black fur covered her waist to the edge of her toes.

“How was your swim, Joy?” Betta called from her chair.

Joy took a short breath and grinned, her eyes alight against her dark flesh.

“She moves better in the water than on land, much like the rest of us.” D’yanna took the seat next to Betta while Joy walked in circles around the pool. “Are you certain about this trip? She is only a pup. I left my young with my mate for fear this journey would be dangerous.”

“I was about her age for my first stasis.” Betta attempted to hide the guilt she felt at the memory.

“You may not find an answer on Alpha. You have the support of friends and family on your station.”

Betta put a hand on D’yanna’s claw and laughed. “I never thought I would call you family, but you are. Come with us. Imagine his face when he wakes up to all three of us standing over him.”

“If he wakes.”

Betta frowned. There were times when she hated Drafer pragmatic thinking. “And that’s why we’re going to Alpha. I can’t sit here watching him sleep away our lives. There has to be something we can do.”

Chimes interrupted their conversation and Betta answered the call with a sigh. “Yes, Teena?”

“There is a vessel requesting permission to dock.”

Over the last few cycles Betta’s Station had become a central waystation for the colonists. Traffic had increased to the point where she needed to hire more staff. It was rare that Teena handled any incoming vessels unless they were Antogin or Drafer royalty. “You want me to look them over?”

“I will link you to the comms.”

The holographic image of George Reganta grinned from the edge of the pool. “Hey, baby. I know it’s been awhile. It would be great if I could dock my ship and maybe we can have a talk.”

“Daddy?”

“I heard you could use my help. Sorry it took so long for me to get to you,” George Reganta, her father, looked almost elderly, but she was certain it was him.

“You’re supposed to be dead,” were the only words that would leave her lips.

George shrugged. “Many times over. Look, tell the nice lady to let us dock and I’ll explain everything. I don’t have much time before the federal warrants reach this sector.”

“You’re a fugitive then?” Betta crossed her arms, still not ready to allow him to see how happy she was to see him.

“I’m your father. I gave you this station.” His grin became a hard line.

“I heard a few rumors about you too, Daddy.”

“I can go back to Arys-27, along this box that could save your boyfriend’s life, or…”

“Let him dock, Teena. D’yanna, would you like to join me?” Betta asked.

D’yanna laughed. “You are never boring, Betta Reganta. Of course, I should witness this reunion.”

“Joy! Come on. You’re grandfather’s here and we have to go interrogate him,” Betta informed her daughter.

It didn’t take long to reach the docking area. Betta held Joy in arms. D’yanna and Teena walked at both sides and Friz walked ahead of them, sending many an onlooker out of their path. Betta stopped short of the airlock and handed Joy to D’yanna.

Teena tilted her head. “Are you okay?”

At the hiss of the airlock door, Betta charged with a scream that came from her gut and tackled her father as he came into view, tossing them both back into his ship. Raising a hand to strike him, she caught a glimpse of someone else she knew.

“Mister Jenkins?” Betta said, shocked into paralysis.

“Hello, Betta. I see you’ve been well.” His eyes still flickered with dots of green, but he wore a black beard that nearly hid his mouth entirely.

There were others on the bridge, other’s she didn’t recognize. Off to the side was a familiar looking box. Betta sucked in a sharp breath as she recognized the android box she’d arrived on Arys-27 in, the one she suspected changed her.

“That’s not an android box, is it?” Betta asked softly.

George Reganta gathered up Betta in his arms and rose to his feet in one swift movement. He set her down near the box. “This is what everyone’s been looking for.”

“I wasn’t looking for it,” Betta promised

“You didn’t know you were looking for it, but you were looking for it,” George said in a tone that gave the impression is was much wiser than Betta.

“Nope. Wasn’t looking for it. Was looking for my father when I found out he was alive, but I’ve never gone looking for a box. Wait, is this what those men were looking for, in the bunks, when I was little?” Betta didn’t fight his embrace, holding the solid old man close to her flesh.

“Yes,” Mister Jenkins answered. “You’re father informed me shortly after we made our acquaintance. This is the last stasis box that Humanity may ever need.”

They carried the box back to Betta’s chamber where Jadis slept in a standard med box that monitored his life signs and kept him nourished. As they walked, Betta listened to her father tell her stories of their adventures over the last few cycles.

“So.” She interrupted the two men, who spoke as if they were the best of friends. “You’re all pirates.”

“No. We’re entrepreneurs,” George Reganta replied.

“Opportunists,” Mister Jenkins added.

“Space pirates,” Betta corrected.

They placed Jadis in the box and her father touched a flurry of symbols and sealed it shut. “All done. It should take a few hours. What is there to do on Betta’s Station in the meantime?”

Betta lifted Joy from D’yanna’s arms. “Maybe get to know your granddaughter.” Joy buried her face into Betta’s chest.

George grinned again. “Amazing.”

They waited for hours, talking, laughing, and getting to know one another. Teena even let down her professional tone once or twice. Friz played an intense game of hide and seek with Joy that ended with them both soaking wet. D’yanna questioned Mister Jenkins, in detail, about his association with Pilo and the feds. All of this was eventually interrupted by the chime of the special med box in the center of the chamber.

The door slid open and Betta’s heart nearly burst from her chest at the sound of raucous snores that echoed off the walls of her chamber. She gathered up Joy and they all went to stand over the box.

Jadis Ter opened his eyes and greeted his new family.

Content

Johnnie Ruffin
BETTA’S STATION
Book One of the Betta’s Station Series

Prologue

Chapter One A New Start

Chapter Two Lessons Learned

Chapter Three Hesitation

Chapter Four A Meeting Goes Wrong

Chapter Five Arrival

Chapter Six Honey

Chapter Seven Blame

Chapter Eight Isolation

Chapter Nine Together

Chapter Ten Separate

Chapter Eleven Home

Chapter Twelve Trapped

Chapter Thirteen The Rescue

Chapter Fourteen Betta & Jadis

Epilogue