Star Crossed

by C. Gockel

  “Who’s Kalian?”

  He sank onto the stool. His shoulders heaved once in a sigh.

  “He is the leader of the Ojemba.” It was a relief to finally say it. Before she could ask the next question, he added, “For a long time, the Gadi have been weary of fighting. They’ve let the Dusan grow in power, let them pick off a planet here, one there. Only now, when their own planet is threatened, are they worried.”

  Sara didn’t speak. She just looked at him.

  “The Ojemba was organized to fight back, to fill the void.”

  “Why would the Gadi want to stop them then?” She spoke slowly, as if she were having trouble figuring out what to say.

  “The Ojemba have no home world. Supplies are necessary.”

  There was a long silence.

  “So, why the big secret?”

  “What?”

  “Why couldn’t you tell me, your wife, and the people who befriended you, who got your ass off Kikk, that you’re Ojemba?”

  “The Dusan hunt the Ojemba relentlessly. Secrecy is our only protection.” And it wasn’t a great one.

  Her brows. “Who would we tell?”

  Fyn sighed, but before he could think of what to say, she went on.

  “What did you do for them that you didn’t want me to know?”

  He jerked. “It wasn’t that.” It could have been. Kalian had wanted him to become an enforcer that last time, but Fyn had refused. Kalian had been furious and that’s when he’d given him the assignment to go to Kikk. Had Kalian known it would be a one-way trip? “I did special missions, special assignments, for Kalian.”

  “So, when you crashed on Kikk, you were on assignment. Let’s see if I can guess what you were looking for?” Her lower lip trembled before she could stop it. “You must have thought you hit the mother lode when I dropped in your lap.”

  He wasn’t exactly sure what a mother lode was, but he knew what she meant. Her lack of trust was a knife to his heart, but he could not blame her. His story sounded thin, but she did not know the Ojemba. And he didn’t want her to know them.

  “When you fell in my lap, all I could think of was you.” Her brows arched. His hands curled into fists. “When I didn’t return—the Ojemba have no problem leaving people behind. I thought I was done with them.”

  “But you’re not?”

  He didn’t look away from her. “They aren’t done with me. I’ve been contacted.”

  “How is that possible?”

  “One of the Gadi delegation is Ojemba. Kalian has soldiers in many places.” He didn’t want to say it. “He wants you.”

  “Well, he’ll have to take a number and get in line.”

  Fyn wanted to grab her and shake her. “Don’t underestimate him. What Kalian wants, he gets.”

  Sara’s brows shot up. “Not everything. The Dusan are still around.”

  Fyn felt his face tighten. “An Ojemba operative penetrated the Dusan high command and assassinated one of the ruling inner circle. It is not an army. It is covert.” He remembered the word she’d used on the planet. “In my time with them, we have caused serious damage to the Dusan. It is possible we stopped several worlds from being invaded. Xever would give as much for Kalian as he’d give to get you.”

  “How did the operative get in and out?”

  “He did not get out.”

  She paled. “So he sends his men to die while he does what? Who is he? Where is he?”

  “To my knowledge, no one knows who he is.”

  “You trust him, but he doesn’t trust you? Not impressed.”

  “He has survived to keep the fight alive.”

  “Okay, he’s good, but if we’d known, you could have kept out of sight. The Old Man asked who the major players were. I’d call Kalian and the Ojemba very major.”

  “I took an oath, a blood oath, never to reveal my association with them for any reason. Would you have me break my bond?”

  For the first time since he’d come in, she looked away.

  “I took an oath, too.” Her voice was low. “I have to tell the colonel.”

  Now she looked at him, her eyes brightened by tears.

  “No.” He shook his head.

  “I have to. I could be charged with treason—”

  “I’ll tell him.” Now he couldn’t tell her that was already the plan. Why should she believe him? He heard her voice again. The sunshine soldier. It wasn’t just his oath to the Ojemba that had driven him since Ionia fell to the Dusan. He’d made a promise to himself, to Fiona, to all of Ionia. At the time, the Ojemba seemed the only way to fulfill that oath.

  It wasn’t Sara’s fault he’d let himself get distracted. All she’d done was be herself be impossible to resist. She had his heart, she always would, but his mind, his body, his life if need be, belonged to this galaxy until the Dusan were defeated. He was not a sunshine soldier.

  He’d learned much from his time with her people. He knew that Kalian’s way was not the way to succeed. He wasn’t fighting to win either.

  He wanted to fight side by side with these people. He wanted to fight with people who believed in victory. He hoped he got the chance. But if they wouldn’t let him, he would find another way.

  He hoped they wouldn’t get in his way. They hadn’t yet seen what he could do.

  He stood up. “I should go.”

  She didn’t look up, but as he turned away from her...

  “Fyn.”

  It was a cry that spun him around.

  She hurled into his arms. Her mouth found his and clung. She tasted of good-bye. He pulled her arms from around his neck and stepped back, then turned and left without looking back. Even when he thought he heard a sob.

  His payment to the gods had come due.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Dying was easier than this.

  Sara pushed herself up off the bed, wiping away the few tears she couldn’t stop from running out her eyes. She didn’t have time…the colonel would want to see her after…

  Her intercom buzzed. Not yet please…

  “Donovan? Where the hell are you?”

  Foster.

  “I’m sorry, sir. I’m not feeling well. Been a…long day.”

  And it wasn’t over.

  He sounded disappointed, but let it go.

  Sara showered, wishing she had more time under the heated stream. She put on her uniform and sat down to wait for the summons. Every time her thoughts veered toward Fyn, she’d yank them away. It wasn’t as if she didn’t have piles of other stuff to think about.

  Solve a problem that can be solved, don’t worry the ones you can’t do anything with, girl.

  Thank you, Evie.

  The outpost. The ships down there. Would Briggs be able to take the tech and combine it with their stuff? Though the ships might as well be back in the Milky Way with the Gadi parked out there.

  This is not your proper setting.

  That was kind of an odd comment. Looking back, it almost seemed as if Helfron was marking time. Sara’s spider sense began to tingle. Something was wrong with the scene. She replayed it, but more slowly. She had walked over to the leader’s table. His guard was standing behind him. She sat down and they made a circle around them. Six guys who needed some tips.

  Sara stiffened. When the leader left, there’d only been five guards. What happened to number six? And who had given him the perfect excuse to add more guards?

  Bright, Sara, real bright.

  Sara wasn’t sure which part of her brain locked down her room. There’d been no sound outside. It wasn’t as if she had a doorknob for someone to turn or rattle. But she felt a…presence. Her spider sense kicked up another notch.

  She tapped into the security system and then tried to get into the camera in the hall outside her room.

  It was down.

  Okay, that shouldn’t be happening.

  Suddenly the room felt really small. A back door would have been nice about now. Or some weapons. All her gear was in the armory. Thi
s was more than a presence. She felt watched. She picked up a small mirror and pretended to look at her face, but angling the mirror so she could see the vent over her bed.

  Eyes. She could see eyes.

  Okay, Sara, think. How can you give the alarm?

  Well, duh. She reached out with her mind and triggered a fire alarm for her quarters in the ship’s grid. The sprinklers kicked on overhead.

  Okay, not her best work.

  Outside an alarm started to throb through the ship.

  What was that…smell?

  Over the patter of falling water, she heard the hiss of gas.

  Her muscles began to…stiffen. It wasn’t fear, though her pucker factor was high.

  She couldn’t move.

  Someone lifted the grille of the vent clear and dropped it on the bed next to her.

  No…freaking…way…

  Halliwell didn’t speak for a long time after Fyn finished. Even worse, he stared at him, his gaze rock hard.

  Don’t disappoint me, son. The words echoed inside Fyn’s head.

  Fyn met his look without looking away or flinching. He deserved it. In some ways, this was harder than facing Sara. He would have liked to be respected by him. This is what he’d thought Kalian was, when he first joined the Ojemba.

  “Does Donovan know?”

  Fyn nodded. He didn’t really want to talk about Sara. He knew he’d lost her.

  “And you’re still standing? She must really love you.”

  He hadn’t thought about that. Made him feel a little better. Not much, but a little. He still couldn’t see how this could work out.

  “You must still feel some loyalty to them?”

  “I took an oath when I joined them. I try to keep my word.” It was the only thing he had left.

  “Are you going to obey Kalian’s order and deliver Donovan?”

  Fyn jerked. “No.”

  “Then you’ve already broken your oath. You may still have a foot in that camp, but the rest of you is here.”

  The truth of his words was almost a blow. So he didn’t even have his word.

  “What will Kalian do when you don’t follow his order?”

  “He’ll order my death.” If he hadn’t done that already. “And launch a mission to snatch Sara.”

  Fire flashed in his eyes. “You think he could get men on my ship?”

  Fyn looked at him. “They’ve already gotten one man on your ship.”

  “Big difference between dropping a note and taking a captive. And we both know Donovan won’t go quietly.”

  He had to make him understand the danger. “Kalian has a gas. First it immobilizes, so the target looks sick, but can’t talk or fight back. That lasts long enough to move them to a secure location. Then it knocks them out. Even if they come to before reaching a final destination, they won’t be able to move or make a sound. The transport container is very secure.” He stared at the colonel. “Two ways to deliver the drug. As a gas or as a powder. She drinks a bottle of water after each set. Or knock on her door and spray her in the face. Walk her to the Gadi ship. I’m guessing Kalian probably already has a container somewhere on there and a plan to get her off and on another ship.”

  Halliwell punched the intercom. “I want a security detail to Captain Donovan’s quarters now and keep an eye on the security cameras in the corridor outside her room. Anything moves, call me.”

  He stared hard at Fyn as several long minutes ticked past. Finally he started to say something, but the intercom interrupted him.

  “We got a team on the way, sir, but the security camera in the hall outside Donovan’s quarters is down.”

  Just then the fire alarm began to shrill. Red lights spun on either side of the door.

  Halliwell hit his radio. “Donovan? Report. Captain Donovan?” He looked at Fyn. “Security, what the hell is going on?”

  “Now we got an alarm in Donovan’s quarters, sir.”

  He cursed silently.

  “Let’s go.”

  Was Sara already being taken off the ship? Was the fire a diversion or a move to get her out into the corridor?

  “Somebody talk to me,” Halliwell shouted into his radio as they headed for the elevator. “Is anyone outside Donovan’s quarters yet?”

  “Sir, we’re outside her room, we got here just as the alarm went off, but it’s locked down. We got someone working on over-riding her codes right now.”

  “How long does it take to open a damn door? I want you in there now!”

  Inside the elevator it seemed to take forever, but it finally opened. Fyn raced down the hall just as the security team breached the door. White smoke poured out the opening, sending the security team reeling back, coughing. One of them collapsed, his eyes open and surprised.

  Fyn held his breath and plunged in. Water sprayed down from the ceiling. It took him the space of two heartbeats to see that she was gone and see the body in the open vent. He came out coughing, almost slipping on the water that flowed out the door.

  “Body in the vent.” His head was spinning from the gas. He leaned against the wall, trying to clear his head, trying to think. He felt his muscles tingling, but he hadn’t inhaled enough to paralyze him.

  Where was Sara?

  If she’d been in the room, she was semi-conscious right now. Unable to fight or speak. Helpless. If they’d been going to use the vent…that wasn’t an easy play. Impossible, actually, but she was gone.

  It was a reality he couldn’t get past.

  Halliwell was shouting orders and pretty soon the water shut off and some kind of system kicked in that sucked the smoke out of the room. One of the security guys jumped up on the bed and eased the body free of the vent.

  He held up a small canister. “He had this.”

  At first they thought it was one of their guys. He was wearing a jarhead uniform.

  “Who is it?” Halliwell demanded.

  “He’s not one of ours, sir,” the SO said. “That’s one of the Gadi guards.”

  Fyn eased in and looked at the slack face. He had to be the Ojemba operative. Were there two of them? If so, it was a new play.

  “How did he die? And where is Donovan?” He looked at Fyn. “Could there be two of them?”

  “It would be unusual,” he said, slowly. He climbed up and looked in the vent. There hadn’t been enough time for anyone to drag an unconscious body along that shaft. But she was gone. Could she have gotten out and locked the door, only to fall into the hands of another Ojemba enforcer, the one who took out the camera?

  “Get the damn doctor up here. And let’s start a ship-wide search for Donovan. I want the security tapes reviewed. I want to know how many men we’re dealing with. And I want this ship locked down tight. Is the Gadi ship still in the bay?”

  It shouldn’t be.

  Someone got on the radio, then looked at the Colonel. “They had a problem, but are requesting permission to leave now, sir.”

  “Not just no, hell no! Sound the damn alert, shields up, fangs out, and get some gun positions pointed at them, just in case they don’t listen. And get the birds ready to launch. We may be at war with these bastards in a few.”

  Halliwell was furious and deeply worried. He looked ten years older than he had ten minutes ago. He also looked like a warrior preparing for a fight. It was something, but it wouldn’t be enough, not against the Ojemba.

  Fyn just felt sick. This was his fault. He’d led them to her. If he’d come clean sooner, they’d never have gotten this far. He sank to the floor, against the corridor wall.

  He could have lost her, he could have left knowing she was safe on her ship, doing what she loved. But the thought of her in Kalian’s control now he wished he’d died on Kikk. He wished the enforcer had killed him first. Had Kalian ordered it like this? To make sure he suffered before his death? Was this his punishment for breaking his oath?

  People moved purposefully past him, the doctor stopped and asked him if he was all right, but Fyn shook him off. Someone direc
ted the doc to the body. After a time, he heard him speaking to the colonel. He didn’t hear what the doctor said, but he did hear Halliwell’s response.

  “Electrocuted?”

  “He must have been in the vent when it happened. There are burns on his arms, legs and torso, anywhere he would have been touching the metal. Maybe it was a short that set off the fire alarm. The water would have increased the grounding effect.”

  Fyn tensed. There’d been no short. Sara had done this. The gas had paralyzed her body, not her brain. She’d fought back. She’d still be fighting back until the gas knocked her out.

  He pushed up and went to Halliwell and pulled him aside.

  “Are there any other malfunctions on the ship?”

  “What?”

  “She did this. She triggered the fire alarm. The gas paralyzes, but she can still think. Is there anything else unusual happening on the ship?”

  Halliwell’s eyes widened and he got on the radio. “You’re sure? Not one thing? What about down in any of the bays? Is everything locked down? I don’t give a damn if they are unhappy. Tell them it’s for their protection. We have a security breach. Like they don’t damn know.”

  He rubbed his face tiredly and Fyn wondered when he’d last slept.

  “There’s nothing. Everything is normal.”

  Carey made his way through the press of people until he reached the colonel and pulled him aside. He said something to him. The colonel looked stunned. He signaled for Fyn to follow him down the hallway. Once they were clear of people, he stopped.

  “She’s down on the outpost.” He rubbed his face. “She’s still mostly immobilized, but did manage a few words. Said she’s fine. Asked them to call us and let us know where she was.”

  Fyn didn’t know what to say. He leaned against the wall as relief almost took his legs out from under him.

  “How?”

  “No clue. We have a detail posted in the portal room. They heard a noise, there was a bright flash, and she was lying on the floor in front of the portal. They are taking her to the infirmary right now.”

  “Colonel was busy, so I took the call,” Carey said. “Was sure it was a mistake.”

  “What I don’t understand, if the Ojemba agent was dead, why did she…leave?”