Vengeance of Humanity

by Arthur McMahon

  Vengeance of Humanity

  Shadow Assassin, Volume 1

  Arthur McMahon

  Published by Bald Crow Publishing, 2017.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  VENGEANCE OF HUMANITY

  First edition. July 11, 2017.

  Copyright © 2017 Arthur McMahon.

  ISBN: 978-1386308256

  Written by Arthur McMahon.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One | SHADES OF HOME

  Chapter Two | DARKNESS WITHIN

  Chapter Three | NIGHTMARE IN THE SHADOWS

  Epilogue

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  For Jill. Thank you for everything.

  Prologue

  “We have murdered our leader, slain my friend, and now we must witness it.” The dark-skinned woman in voguish military garb walked away from her council table. She revealed a hidden screen from behind a bookshelf and initiated the recording. The video played for all of the council to see.

  The recording began with the perspective of a fly on a wall in a stately office. On one side of an ancient desk sat a man, and on the other a mystery. The man wore a blue suit with a red tie. Sweat dripped from his brow. The strange being across the desk was lanky, yet alluring, and sat perfectly still.

  “This agreement will protect Erde from further atrocities and bring culture and new technologies to our world,” said the man. He was Archon Pewts, leader of humanity’s most populated planet. “No nation was ever ruined by trade, they say.”

  “Indeed,” said the alien being through an unmoving, vocalizing orifice. The only part of its body which moved were its scanning eyes. “Giving us permission to enter your planetary sphere will allow us to stop others from harassing your world. Granting us access to your DNA library will prevent my people from scavenging for it along all of the human lands. We Pheeb will come to your world, Erde, and share it with you. Your humans will be welcome to visit our worlds once you are capable of reaching them.”

  “Our technology isn't there yet, Ambassador,” said the Archon, “but with your help, it soon will be.” The Archon raised a glass of clear liquid to the being from the Pheeb.

  “I will toast with you to that,” said the being. It raised its glass but did not drink from it. “Now, let us sign and make our promises official.”

  A shadow slithered out from behind the grey, silver-lined draperies and darted around the table, sliding behind the alien being. Arms extended from the darkness and struck hard at the alien’s neck. The Pheeb recoiled, but the shadow jumped high and wrapped its arms around the being’s head, pulling down with its momentum over the back of the chair, breaking the creature’s neck. The Pheeb fell from its seat and collapsed to the floor, still and lifeless.

  “No!” bellowed the Archon. The most powerful man alive jumped from his seat and backpedaled, pushing himself up against an immense window which overlooked the night lights of the capital city. The pitch-black figure rose from its kill and walked toward the Archon. “No! What have you done? We would have been protected. Erde would finally have been safe from....” A blade crossed his throat. The Archon slid down the window and sat against it, his hands pressing tight into the gushing wound.

  The shadow threw the blade to the ground and walked over to the room’s shelving. It plucked the camera from its hold and ended the recording. The video paused on the final scene: a black silhouette looked into the camera, and over its shoulder the Archon had collapsed into a pool of his own blood.

  Chapter One

  SHADES OF HOME

  “MILLENNIUM V, A LEVIATHAN CLASS cargo ship was hijacked at 2300 standard yesterday en route to Erde by way of Fujisan. Yarlian gangs, we believe. They wanted nothing with the ship, only its contents. Killed the entire crew. Jettisoned their bodies. Took every last ounce of cargo aboard and left the hollowed out vessel to float through the cosmos. Contractors from Erde were sent to recover the ship.” Ticker stood at a large, wooden dining table as he addressed his peers. Heavy curtains covered the windows. Assorted table lamps supplemented the soft lighting of the homey room. “Erde was furious. Leaders demanded action by the Intergalactic Senate, but their voices went unheard. The people of Fujisan could only mourn their losses without aid from the community. They don't have the resources or technology to go after the attackers.”

  “That is why we are here,” said Presider Folami. “Humanity needs representation in the Senate. For too long we have been ignored by the intergalactic community at large. Our individual worlds do not have the necessary resources to defend themselves against alien threats. We need strength, unity.”

  “Cooperation,” said the shadow in the doorway. All faces at the table turned toward the apparition. The figure melded seamlessly into the darkness of the room beyond. The shadow stepped forward, revealing its petite frame. Its matte-black suit blended with the shadows, and as it walked into the bright lights of the meeting chamber it still appeared as if it was caught in the shade.

  “Yes,” said the Presider. All eyes turned back to Folami. “Cooperation. We are all here, every one of us, because we strive to rebuild the Cooperation. There are a dozen human worlds, and each one is under constant threat of alien misconduct. Yarlian gangs continue to raid our trade ships, all but uncontested by our own defenses. FF scavenger ships pilfer our unprotected satellites and space stations. Planet Nye is enslaved by a Burmin mining corporation. Secretary Richards, your planet's moon has become an established outpost for an unknown entity without your permission. People, leaders within your homeworlds, the time to act is now.”

  “But how we act is important,” said a stocky man in a brown suit which was adorned with golden pins. “This woman in the black outfit, she is an assassin. She murdered Archon Pewts by your orders. She's been the cause of other deaths, havoc, and destruction. We have yet to even see her face, so how can we trust her? You call her an ally; I call her a menace. We cannot continue to be so ruthless. Political negotiations are the path to rebuilding the Cooperation.”

  “We must do what is necessary, Minister Rivera.” The Presider’s voice erupted with rage and sorrow. “Victor Pewts was a man I called friend. He was a good man, a man with a family, but he was leading Erde down a path that would only worsen humanity's standing in the galaxy, one that would divide us even further. He acted as he thought was right for his people, but he failed to see the larger picture. His beliefs could not be swayed.”

  “And at the upcoming Erdian Delegation Meetings you seek to replace him,” said Rivera. “You killed a world leader so that you could succeed him.”

  “We are at war, Minister.” The Presider struck the table with her fist. “Humans are politically insignificant. One of our planets is enslaved and no other entity cares to take note of it. Our people—not Erdian, not Nyian, not any one planet—but all of our people, humans, we are being mistreated and murdered by numerous alien factions without the intergalactic community even batting an eye for us. We must act now before humanity is reduced to nothing more than a scattering of tribes as the alien factions take over our worlds, one by one.

  “Our operative Silhouette is a vital key to our success. She does what needs to be done by the Presider's command, my command, like the Enforcers of the past.”

  “The Enforcers were more than assassins,” said Rivera. “They were diplomats as well. One would have the sense to enter a discussion at the very least before killin
g someone in the name of the Presider.”

  “We do not have the benefit of the power the Cooperation once held long ago where we could spend time on political discussions,” said the Presider. “No one outside of this table fully knows who we are and what we are striving to achieve. You, the other leaders here at this meeting, and I deal with the politics. Silhouette handles everything else. I will say no more on this topic. We have more reports and planning to get through.”

  The Presider looked around the table and met the eyes of each individual. Once satisfied that none would voice anymore concerns, she turned her attention to the shadow in the room. “Silhouette, you may leave. I will speak with you later.” Folami waited for Silhouette to exit, holding on to the silence and tension in the room until all of the world leaders at the table returned their gaze to her. “Ticker, thank you for your report. President Dawkins, how went your talks with the Ethnarch of Revel?”

  “As expected, Presider. He sees no benefit in joining our cause.”

  Silhouette left the safe house, sneaking through the city’s dark alleys and then crawling through a window into an abandoned building’s basement. She stripped off her shadowsuit, which was similar to peeling the darkened skin from a ripe banana, and pulled out a pair of flats and a periwinkle dress from the purse she had stashed in a rusting file cabinet. She rolled up her shadowsuit, tucked it inside the purse, and carried it over her shoulder as she exited through the back doorway. “Guess I'll head home for a bit.”

  * * *

  Susan Singh stepped through one of the public gates at Mercado Square, her encrypted identification cards preventing the transit system from tracking her movements, ensuring that no one could follow her. A series of transports later and she was on the other side of Erde. She always took the long route home.

  Her apodment hovered high above Crater Bay, a cube among thousands which slowly orbited around the bay area. The cities below were electric, full of bright lights and regulated chaos. The bay waters were a dark pit of tranquility in the heart of it all.

  Sue entered her home, removing her dress and flats as she walked through the living space. Her skin was white as cotton, marked only by dark bruises, many old and some new. She undid her ivory hair, letting it fall to its full, wavy length, and with her fingers she caressed the translucent strands, massaging her scalp as she entered the bathroom and stepped into the steamwash. She took a quick peak at the mirror before it fogged over and saw that her small frame was well toned, but she also noticed that her hands were scraped and scabbed, the dried blood matching her crimson eyes.

  She bathed and rinsed. The drymoist passed over her body like a ribbon of desert wind, followed by a spritzing of coconut-scented moisturizer.

  Sue pulled on her nightwear and sat in front of the mediabay. Displayed were all of her favorite media outlets. The Presider, Erdian Vice Archon Folami, and perhaps soon-to-be Archon of Erde, was featured on half of the stations. Sue’s eyesight focused on a particular broadcast and the mediabay brought that station to the foreground.

  “Yes,” said Folami. “Victor Pewts was one of my dear friends. His family and I had gathered many times over the years, and though he is our Archon, his family had always treated me as one of their own. He was like an older brother to me.”

  “My condolences, Vice Archon Folami,” spoke a reporter, “but now that Archon Pewts is gone, do you see yourself as the next Archon?”

  “That is for the Erdian Delegation to decide,” said Folami.

  “But you have not always been in favor with many of the Delegates,” said the reporter. “The position is yours by right. Do you fear that the Delegation will stray away from tradition and vote for another to take Pewts’ place?”

  “Now is not the time for such talk,” said Folami. “My friend, our leader, is dead. Let us respect him and his family by giving him some time of remembrance before we move onward with the politics. Give the man that much. Erde was not built in a day. It will not collapse in a day either.”

  The mediabay sensed Sue’s waning interest and suggested other outlets for her viewing. Sue’s eyes scanned the sidebar and found a sci-fi movie she had been meaning to watch. “Warlocks summoning sentient souls to possess robots and take over the universe,” she said to herself as she read the description. “Sounds like a perfect popcorn flick to me.” The bay selected the movie for her. She nodded off before the title screen had faded away.

  * * *

  Brrrrzzzzzp! Brrrrzzzzzp!

  The mediabay buzzed. Sue pushed the throw pillow off of her face and sat up. Her movie had paused and been thumbnailed to the corner of the display. Through bleary eyes, she focused on the center of the screen where it read “Boss Lady Calling...” in gradually enlarging text.

  Brrrrzzzzzp! Brrrrzzzzzp!

  “Answer,” said Sue. “Yes, Presider?”

  “Hello Sue. We need to meet. I’m already down by the edge of Crater Bay. Can you be at Coyote Hills in fifteen minutes?”

  “Be there in ten.”

  Sue slipped on her shadowsuit and left her apodment. One of Presider Folami’s personal transports was stationed outside of the doorway. Sue stepped onto the transport’s loading platform and sat in its lone seat. The stabilizing cushions puffed up, filling in around her body, and the transport shot off towards the public gate nearest to Coyote Hills.

  The transport landed and Silhouette hustled over to the bayside park. Coyote Hills was one of the few places around the bay which had not yet been inundated with city lights. Despite the late hour Silhouette was able to quickly locate the Presider standing near a dry creek bed and saw that not another soul was out wandering the park. Silhouette was standing next to Presider Folami before the woman noticed her, but Folami did not startle.

  “Presider,” said Silhouette.

  “Sue.” Folami turned to look at her Enforcer, but all she could see was darkness. Silhouette peeled off her suit’s headpiece. Her bright hair gleamed in the dim moonlight, and her head appeared to hover in the darkness. Folami’s brown eyes met Sue’s red stare. “You must be well acquainted with the recent upgrades to your ocular implant, seeing as you found me so swiftly in the night.”

  “I’m still getting used to the vision enhancements and stuff, but at least no one can tell that I’ve had the illegal modifications done. My Ocu isn’t just the standard media player that everyone else on Erde is getting installed these days, that’s for sure. ”

  “No one will ever know.” Folami stepped forward and gave Sue a hug. “How are you, Susan?”

  “Fine, Presider.”

  “But are you well, Sue? Really? We haven’t been conversing lately, not as much as we once did.”

  “There has been a lot of action recently, Presider. A lot of progress. The Cooperation has gained some serious momentum in the last year. We’ve been busy, is all.”

  “That we have, Sue. Rebuilding the bridges of humanity is a difficult task. It has been taxing on us all.” Folami grabbed Sue’s hand. “Victor was a good man, but sacrifices must be made. For humanity to stand, we must be united. No individual is more important than the freedom and security of all sixty-billion of us spread across the dozen worlds. We are being dissected by the scum of the galaxy, decimated through our own self-created division. We must stand together.”

  “I couldn’t have said it any better myself, Presider.”

  “And you, Sue. You have had to sacrifice more than many of us. You have had to put aside your emotions, your heartache, for a long time. And your family. For all of these years that you have been by my side, I have known your true desire. I have asked you to bide your time, and you have done just that.”

  “I’ve done what I’ve had to for the Cooperation, just as you have, Presider. My family will be free the day the Cooperation is reborn, and if that day comes later rather than sooner, well, then at least I know the people of my planet will one day be free. My father is a strong man, strong enough for himself and my brother. They’ll dig the mines for
as long as their bodies can hold out.”

  “Your mother was strong as well,” said Folami. “From the stories you have shared with me, she was stronger than anyone could have asked of her. She struggled through her sickness to care for her family. Your mother remained resilient as she stared down Death himself. She kept you out of trouble and helped build you into a strong person, despite her weakening body. She surrendered her remaining strength and put it into you, Susan. She sacrificed herself for you and your family. I believe it is time for you to make right the reason for her sacrifice.”

  “Presider?”

  “Susan. We have been preparing for this mission for a long time, the one only you and I have ever discussed. This is a task which will remain strictly confidential; not even the members of my council will know of this.” Folami put her hands on Silhouette’s shoulders and met her eyes.

  “Susan. I want you to infiltrate the Burmin slavers on Planet Nye and destroy their Juggernaut, the orbital command ship of the invasive alien party. As you already know, the Juggernaut is not only the Burmin headquarters for the planet-side forces, but also a hub for Burmin galactic transport and communications, the keystone that holds together their planet-wide domination. It is time for you to free your family.”

  Sue stood speechless. Her mind raced with thoughts and questions, and she turned away from the Presider, looking off into the dark hills. She watched the tall brown grass as it undulated in the soft nighttime breeze. The wind was brisk, salty. She turned her eyes to the stars above, focusing on the few twinkling lights she could see between the hovering apodments overhead.

  “Why now, Presider? After all this time, all of this waiting. Why now?”

  “In a few days time I will be elected as Archon of Erde by the Delegation. In a few weeks the inauguration ceremony will take place. In a few months many of my new policies will be voted into law and some real progress will be made. I am sure of all of this, and I can assure you that everything will go according to plan. I will make it happen.