by T. R. Harris
The Human Chronicles
Book One:
The Fringe Worlds
By
T.R. Harris
Published by
Harris Publications
Copyright 2011 by T.R. Harris
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Adam Cain is an alien with an attitude.
Here’s the reason why.
Chapter One: Discovery
Whoever designed this ship should be shot!
After all, with focusing rings so crucial to the operation of the gravity drive, Kaylor could not figure out why the designers set them in the most difficult areas of the ship to reach And this ring was for the main generator.
Annoyed, he felt another bead of sweat flow down his forehead and into his left eye, stinging, as had all the others before it. Cursing under his breath, he tried to regain focus in the eye, while carefully maneuvering the gripper closer to the focusing ring — for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past three hours.
His task wouldn’t have been so difficult if the gripper unit had been working properly. Yet like nearly everything else aboard his ship these days, it too, was acting up.
Of course, Kaylor couldn’t really complain too much about his ship, not considering the price he’d paid for it. The FS-475 was an old cargo hauler, and he had come upon her drifting out beyond the Silean Sector of The Void, having been attacked and stripped by the Fringe Pirates and left as a derelict. He never learned what became of the crew, but the vastness space can be a very convenient place to hide the bodies.
After the salvage had been awarded, it had taken him over three years to piece together enough spare parts to make her operational again. But once she was, Kaylor had strode into the office of his current hauler boss with a defiant attitude and - well, let’s just say he either had to make his fortune as a freelance mule-driver, or find another line of work. That was 14 standard years ago, and Kaylor had indeed survived all those years, if not living out his dream of fame and fortune, then at least making ends meet.
Now if he could just get this finicky gripper onto the ring.
With his body contorted in the narrow access tube like some Castorian String Dancer, all he had to do was get the gripper unit up and over a protruding electrical conduit and around a blind ninety-degree bend in the access tube - and do it all by feel. So he reached forward once again, both arms outstretched to their max, carefully, until he felt the unit contact the ring. Then with a push of the control button on the gripper’s handle, he heard the click of victory as the unit finally gained control of the focusing ring! Then with another press of the button, he heard the welcoming whirl as the ring was tightened back into place.
Exhausted, Kaylor collapsed on the hard metal surface and closed his eyes, his breathing labored and amplified by the walls of the tube.
What an ordeal.
With the ring out of focus by less than half a degree, a recalibration hadn’t really been necessary. But Kaylor had decided to do it anyway, out of a foolish attempt to escape the excruciating and mind-numbing boredom that came with transiting The Void. That was three hours ago and now exhausted and soaked with sweat, he lie in the dim, confined space of the third-level access tube thinking what an incredible waste of time this had been.
His quiet revere was interrupted when a phantom voice echoed around him. “Kaylor, you better get down here,” the voice said.
“What is it Jym”
“I have a contact.”
His heart skipped a beat as Kaylor was hit with the ramifications of those four innocent words. Without hesitation he scooped up his tool kit and began shimming down the access tube. “I’m on my way.”
It was just a short distance down the generator hallway to the second level access ladder, but it was time enough for Kaylor to imagine any number of dire outcomes for the news he’d just received. To be in the vicinity of another ship in The Void was almost unheard of; the odds were way beyond coincidence. And being this far out from any trace of authority meant that he and Jym were on their own against whatever threat this contact may pose.
Sliding quickly down the ladder, Kaylor half-sprinted the remaining distance to the open doorway of the pilothouse. Entering, he slipped past Jym seated at the nav console, engrossed in his calculations, and fell into the driver’s seat. On the screen before him was a bright blip of light in the upper right hand corner, moving slowly at a diagonal toward the center of the screen. The blip was extremely bright, indicating that the ship was either very large or at max-drive. Either way, the contact was a threat.
“Any indication he sees us” Kaylor asked.
“None. We’ve been dark since you’ve been working on the generators.”
Fortunate for us, Kaylor thought. Maybe something good did come out of his ordeal in the access tube. The only energy signatures they would be giving off would be from the ship’s own gravity wells, which were too weak to be detected this far out. Kaylor began to relax a little, as he watched the distance between the contact and his ship increase inexorable from the momentum they still carried, even without the generators fired up. This just might be okay.
Just then the large blip separated into two smaller ones and they began to expand into a shallow “V” formation. Simultaneously, Kaylor and Jym leaned closer to their screens, looking for any indication of hostile intent. With none coming, they shared a collective sigh of relief.
“How long until we’re out of range” Kaylor asked, not taking his eyes from the screen.
Jym tapped some keys on the nav console. “About half an hour.” He then slipped out of his seat and headed toward the doorway. “How about some Hildorian Tea while we wait”
“Sounds good. I’ll keep watch.” At least Jym seemed relaxed enough to accept their situation. Maybe Kaylor could relax, too.
Nearly half an hour later, Kaylor and Jym had their feet up on their consoles, sipping tea and watching the two contacts creep ever closer to the right edge of the view screen. In a few more minutes they would be out of range and Kaylor could fire up the generators and bolt out of the area. Only then could he fully let down his guard.
Suddenly the two blips flared bright - and disappeared!
In unison, Kaylor and Jym dove for their consoles, Kaylor spilling the tea down the front of his tunic in the process. Ignoring the hot liquid, he began to prep the generators for power.
“Do you have them” he barked out.
“Working on it.” Jym was feverishly tapping the keys of his consoles as two flashing red circles appeared on the screen where the contacts had last been. “From the strength of the backwells, it looks like they’ve come to a stop,” Jym said incredulously.
“They didn’t change course with the backwell” Kaylor asked.
“It doesn’t look like it. They’ve gone dark.and are just sitting out there.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.” Kaylor continued his preparations yet resisted activating the generators, a move which would clearly announce their presence.
Taking a chance that they could still slip out of range undetected, he waited. Just a few more minutes. Still, why would—
Kaylor stopped in mid-thought as another blip appeared on the screen, this one carrying a massive gravity signature and entering out of the upper left corner of the screen. Kaylor glanced over at Jym, who stared back at him, his mouth half-opened. He simply shrugged, answering the silent question.
Then it all began to make sense, as yet another, smaller contact appeared on the screen, following closely behind the massive blip, in obviously pursuit. Kaylor didn’t need to comment. Both he and Jym knew what was happening: Pirates!
“But there are three of them,” Jym announced to the room. After crewing together for over 12 standard years, much of their conversation was now by intuition. “I’ve never heard of that many pirates working together before.”
“Yeah, but look at the signature of that ship. It’s incredible!” A few taps of his board and Kaylor had his answer. “They’re at 98% efficiency.” His ship operated at 75%, max. “Those generators would be worth a fortune.”
“If the pirates can catch it,” Jym countered, and by the ever-increasing gap between the large ship and its pursuer, it was obvious that wasn’t going to happen.
“They don’t have to catch it; they’ve already laid a pretty good trap.” Kaylor was right. The pursuing ship was herding the large target straight for the two dark contacts. The outcome was inevitable, and in a few minutes the carnage would begin.
Fortunately for Kaylor and Jym they would not be around to see it, as their momentum was just about to carry them out of range - and to safety.
Yet still, Kaylor felt a slight trace of disappointment. The gravity generators on that ship would have been something to see. He had never heard of 98% efficiency being achieved before. Besides the generators, what other treasures did that ship carry in her Kaylor’s question was rhetorical, with the outcome of the attack inevitable. Three pirates, operating in concert, would be able to bring down that ship with relative ease, and then they would have all the time they needed to pick it clean.
Suddenly Kaylor sat straight up in his seat, his eyes wide and focused on the screen before him. Jym noticed the movement. “What’s wrong” he asked.
“I just got an idea.”
“No, no you didn’t.” Jym didn’t like the look on Kaylor’s face.
“Yes, I did. And this will work.” He leaned forward and began programming the piloting computer. “Pull up the ship’s inventory. I need to know if we still have those satellite drones on board.”
“You’re not thinking about doing what I’m thinking you’re thinking about doing, are you” The sentence was awkward, but accurate.
Kaylor swiveled his chair until he was facing Jym. “This is a-once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!” His voice was animated, his face alight with excitement.
Jym had seen this look before, and it made him nervous. “We can’t take on three pirates! We’re a mule-ship, with no weapons except for that pea-gun you installed last year. How do you propose we do this”
“Remember a few years back, when we used a drone as a decoy to slip out of New Regian with those Regulators after us We’ll do that.” He scanned the inventory list Jym had just posted on his screen. “We have six drones on board. We hook grapples on them, fan them out on either side of the ship and then set their front-and backwells at max. We’ll look like a whole fleet of Rigorian warships to the pirates, six of them, plus us in the middle. There’s no way they’ll want to take on seven warships.”
“And then what We just glide in and pick up the remains” Jym still wasn’t buying it. “What if there’s still some crew left alive You can’t have a salvage without a derelict.”
Jym had a point. Kaylor hadn’t figured on the pirates not being finished with their kill by the time he scared them off. “In that case, we should get a reward from the ship’s owners,” he countered. But that wasn’t good enough. Then softer, “Or we’ll let them have a little more time to dispose of the crew before we move in.”
“Oh that’s really civilized of us.” Jym spat out sarcastically.
“Hey, we’re not the pirates here!” Kaylor was getting mad. This was a tremendous opportunity — for both of them. One big score like this and they wouldn’t have to keep towing cheap cargos back and forth throughout the Fringe. But Jym wasn’t seeing that.
“And what if the pirates don’t scare off What do we do then”
Kaylor turned back to his screen to finish the intercept calculations. Then half under his breath, he answered, “Then we’ll bolt out. We’re pretty fast — when we’re not towing a string.”
“You’re going to dump the string!” Jym yelled back.
Kaylor had had enough. He turned to face Jym again. “Just prep the drones! And yes, we’ll dump the string. We can always come back for it later. This salvage will be worth a hundred strings of smokesticks. I don’t want to hear any more objections. Just do it.”
Although they had crewed together for a long time, and were more like brothers than shipmates, Jym knew Kaylor was the boss. Besides, he had been right more often than he’d been wrong. With one last defiant sigh, Jym turned to his console and began prepping the drones.
“I hope this works,” was all he said.
Me too, Kaylor thought. Me too.
It was simply called The Void, an impossibly empty region of space approximately 18 light years long and eight wide. Devoid of even the most basic nebulae, dwarf stars, rouge asteroids or comets, The Void had been vacuumed clean a billion years before by a wandering black hole, until now it existed as a literal desert in space.
Along its inner rim lay The Fringe, a cluster of some 37 stars of various classifications and supporting 12 habitable planets, ranging from the heavy rock giant of K’ly to the wispy and gaseous Dimloe, with its four-meter tall inhabitants known for their grotesque cannibalistic rituals.
Along the outer edge of The Void was the Barrier, a dense, diaphanous cloud of pre-stellar gas, aglow in brilliant hues of red, green and orange. Though beautiful to behold, the Barrier was just that, the defining line between the civilized galaxy that reached to the Core and beyond, and the Far Arm, with its untold millions of unexplored systems stretching all the way to the edge of the galaxy. Unable to be pierced by conventional scanners or optical telescopes, much of what lie beyond the Barrier was nothing more than rumor, myth or supposition.
The Void restricted the outward migration of civilization into the Far Arm, keeping that region of space a mystery to all but the most daring or foolhardy.
Along this frontier territory of the Juirean Expansion was where the true galactic pioneers plied their craft, made up of merchants, miners and entrepreneurs, along with some of the most-vile criminals that had ever existed. Life in the Fringe Worlds was not easy, but for some, it was all they knew.
The Fringe was where Kaylor and Jym eked out their meager living, hauling strings of often forbidden cargo from one port to the next, staying ever-mindful of the changing political climate of each individual world in the Fringe.
Case in point: Silean Smokesticks. The Sileans prided themselves for the smoothness and strength of the herb that went into their `sticks, which made them a valuable and cherished commodity to the Rigorians, who used them in many of their religious ceremonies — or so they said. The problem was that to get from Silea to Rigor meant crossing Li’Polan space, where being caught selling any kind of intoxicant carried with it an uncontestable sentence of death.
So to avoid Li’Polan space, hard-working traders like Kaylor and Jym were forced to endure a three-week-long transit of The Void, going so far out of their way that after each trip Kaylor swore it would be his last. And yet, ‘sticks were worth a small fortune on Rigor.
Having prepped and deployed the drones, Kaylor pulled the FS-475 far enough away from the range barrier so he could get a running start toward the pirates. The plan was to build up a pretty good head of steam, then go dark and coast
in undetected. Then as they got closer, he would fire up the wells and surprise the pirates. As Kaylor explained to a still-skeptical Jym, he didn’t want the pirates to have too much time to build up the courage to confront his phantom fleet. By dropping in at the last minute, he was hoping for a spontaneous reaction and an instinctive flight to safety.
At the right moment, Kaylor dissolved the well and went dark.
They were too far out to see the pirates visually, but the overlapping circles on the view screen began to creep ever closer to the left edge of the screen. The timing would be a judgment call. If he fired up too soon, the pirates might form a defensive line and choose to fight. And if he waited too long, they might feel they have little choice but to stay and fight. As the distance closed, and the tension in the pilothouse grew thicker, Kaylor began to have second thoughts about his entire plan.
In a few minutes they had closed to within extreme visual range and Kaylor and Jym got their first real look at their targets. In the center was a large circular ship, clearly ten times or more the size of the three oblong-shaped pirate ships surrounding it. One of the pirates had attached an umbilical to the large ship while the other two lay out at a distance, like wild beasts waiting their turn at the carcass.
There were burn marks along the hull of the target ship, with one prominent line running up and across a bulging pilot dome at the center of the disk. The ship had very few portholes along the fuselage, yet the ones that were present still had light shining from them. Kaylor tried to keep his imagination from conjuring up visions of what must be going on aboard the large ship. He knew pirates did not take prisoners; there was just no money in ransom in the Fringe since life here was so cheap. So it was only the hardware they were after. Soft-flesh creatures were just an obstacle to an end. And Kaylor was letting the killing go on for his own selfish goals. Oh well.
Finally, it was now or never. Either he was going to do this or not. About then, a strange calm descended on him - a resignation of sorts — and he engaged the wells.
