Daikon (ESS Space Marines Book 2)

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by James David Victor


  “Behind—”

  “—you.”

  She blinked and turned just in time to see a weapon in the hand of the guard whose knee she had broken. She cursed inwardly and tried to move out of the way, but this time, she just couldn’t. If the lightning had made her feel invincible; given her a false sense of security.

  The guard managed to get a shot off and the projectile caught her in a gap in the armor plating. The durable material of her fatigues made it stab resistant, but it couldn’t stand up to a high-speed projectile. It tore through her suit and embedded itself into the flesh of her side.

  Grunting with pain, she clutched her hand to her side as Anallin and Jade rushed to take the remaining enemy out. As she collapsed to the ground, she could see Roxanna and Dan leading the way for a contingent of marines. They swarmed in with their guns at the ready, but there were no more enemies to defeat. The only ones remaining were the marines, and the captives waiting for the freedom that the 33rd had come there to grant them.

  “You’re late,” Andy said with a smirk as Roxanna rushed over to her, shouting for a medic. The adrenaline faded from her system in a rush, and she finally got the darkness she had been waiting for...

  Epilogue

  Andy woke up with a groan.

  It took her a moment to realize that she was in the Star Chaser’s sickbay...again. She had gone on another mission and ended up in this place, although this time it wasn’t precautionary. She had been shot, which was just plain obnoxious. The lights were too bright, but she preferred it to the dimness of that bloody compound’s basement.

  “How are we feeling, Sergeant?” Doctor Martin asked as he walked up to her, his purple skin placid as he smiled. Like Roxanna, the Selerid went with a Standard approximation of his native name that no one else could pronounce. He joked at times that even Roxanna wouldn’t be able to say it, since they spoke different dialects of the Selerid language.

  “I imagine that you’re feeling alright,” she said with a small half-smile, “but I feel like I’ve been shot. Since I’m awake, I assume that there wasn’t any major damage.” Of course, the Star Chaser did have top of the line medical facilities, so there could’ve been noteworthy damage that had been fixed. She didn’t really want to think about that, though.

  Doctor Martin chuckled. “It was more than a flesh wound, but it could have been a lot worse. They were able to do a little battlefield medicine, as your people would call it, to stop the damage long enough to get you up here for surgery. From there, it was my top notch medical skill that put you back together in one piece so you can continue...doing whatever it is you marines do that end you up in my care so often.”

  Andy chuckled again, then inhaled deeply to check his work. It was tender and a little sore, but it didn’t hurt too much. Top notch, indeed.

  After a moment, she realized that he wasn’t going anywhere. He had stopped by, asked how she was, and then delivered his pithy way of announcing what had happened...so why was he still hanging around? She let her dark gaze settle on him and lifted her brows by way of asking him to continue.

  “There is something else,” he said. He didn’t need those empathic senses to tell that. “I am seeing something...different about your biology since the last time you were here.” Pausing, he pulled a chair closer and sat beside her. She was tense and didn’t like where this was going. “I’m not sure exactly what it is that I’m seeing, though. It’s unlike anything that we’ve ever seen before, and the only thing I can think of is that what happened to you down there somehow triggered it.”

  “Triggered it?” she replied, feeling kind of dumb.

  He nodded slowly. “It isn’t unheard of for there to be a sort of sleeper code in the genetic structure of some races, which an event can trigger, or awaken. It hides until that point, almost like a virus and you’re the host. In your case, we are still reading plenty of human DNA, accounting for your human mother, but there is something else there now that I can only assume came from your father.”

  Andy stifled a sigh. “The father that I know nothing about,” she said. “Is it... I mean, is it dangerous? Will this hurt me?”

  Martin shook his head. “As far as I can tell, no. However, I’ve never seen anything like it myself so I can’t say for sure. All I can tell you is that I am not seeing any damage being done to you—for now.” He paused. “They told me what happened while you were being held, about resisting the bio-electric shock from the Kriori. First of all, I think it’s a theme. You were able to resist the innate ability of the Colirnoid, and now you’ve been able to resist the ability of the Kriori. I think something about this time, though, awakened that biological coding.”

  “What happens now?” she asked warily.

  “We will have to do some more tests and try to figure it out. I’m afraid this will mean going to a specialized facility, and seeing doctors who have more experience than even I do,” he told her sympathetically.

  She leaned back and stared up at the ceiling. “Thanks, Mom.”

  By that evening, Andy was released to her quarters. She was restricted from duty or training for a week, but they didn’t require her presence in sick bay. She was definitely okay with being in her room instead of the sick bay.

  She was chewing over everything that had happened and everything she had been told as she lay on her bunk, partially curled on her side as she stared blankly at the wall across from her.

  “Sergeant Dolan,” a voice chimed into her room, “there is an incoming message for you.”

  “Transfer it to my quarters, please,” she replied simply. The computer panel above her head chirped and she looked up. The message was text only and she squinted against the brightness of the screen in the darkness of her room. Once she had read the small number of terribly impersonal words, she felt a strange feeling settle in her chest. She couldn’t figure out what it was, at first.

  Sorrow, guilt, aggravation...

  The short missive informed her that her mother had died during a fight in the prison yard, and that was it.

  She didn’t know how to feel about that, but there was at least one detail she could be sure of: there went her best chance of finding out anything about her father.

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  Space is so boring!

  This was certainly not what Violet had expected space travel to be like. She had dreamed of this since the first time she looked up at the stars in the sky, but none of those dreams had included endless days of nothingness. The only excitement she had experienced during the first days of the journey was when an occasional piece of space debris penetrated the warp field forcing the pilot to take evasive action. Even those potentially deadly encounters were brushed aside, as if t
hey were no more bothersome than a fly buzzing around the room, by the Krim Sprinter's legendary pilot, Cyrus Jones, who was as much machine as man.

  The captain had assured her that the Krim Sprinter was the fastest ship in the fleet, which made it the fastest ship in the known universe, when he reluctantly brought her on board the week before. The problem with space travel was the incomprehensible distances between planets. Even at three hundred times the speed of light, the travel time to Proxima was listed as seven days. The captain had assured her that they would be there in five. When she asked what they would do on the Proxima outpost for two days while they waited for the rest of the crew to arrive, Captain Mitch Cooper had just smiled and walked away.

  After four days of watching countless specks of light stream past in a blur, Violet wished her childhood dream had involved something less monotonous...like being an accountant. She was wondering if it was possible to actually die of boredom when the ship violently lurched, throwing her from her chair. She froze in the air momentarily as the warp drive was forcibly shut down, dropping the ship back into real time, before being slammed into the navigation console. Everything went black.

  When she came to, the ship’s bridge was in total chaos. Warning sirens were going off. Red lights were flashing. Captain Cooper was rushing from station to station, assessing damage and muttering to himself. She had a pretty good idea of what he was saying.

  "What the hell just happened, Cyrus?"

  "We were hit by a photon torpedo, Captain," he answered calmly as he stared at the seemingly empty space in front of the ship.

  "That's impossible!"

  "Yet here we are."

  Captain Cooper looked ready to explode. Instead, he took a calming breath as he ran both hands through his grey hair. "Did you drop us out of warp before we tore the ship apart?"

  "Of course," Cyrus replied without taking his eyes off the still empty space in front of the ship. "Belzaire's not gonna be happy, though. There's no telling how much of the warp system we tore up shutting it down that quickly."

  Violet had pulled herself to her feet and was using the navigation console to steady herself. "So what just happened?"

  "Somehow, we were hit by a photon torpedo while traveling at warp three," the captain muttered.

  "How is that possible?"

  "It's not."

  The captain raised his hand to head off further questions. "We'll talk later. Can you find your way to engineering?"

  "I think so."

  "Get down there and help Belzaire. There's bound to be damage of some sort."

  She was leaving the bridge when Cyrus quietly said, "There's something out there, Captain."

  "Where?"

  "Right in front of us."

  "What is it?"

  "I don't know," Cyrus answered. "I can't see it."

  "If you can't see anything, how the hell do know something's there?"

  Cyrus just shrugged.

  The captain pointed at Violet. "Get to engineering. Tell Belzaire to get that warp drive back online."

  "I'll do what I can."

  The last thing Violet heard as she headed to engineering with a renewed sense of urgency was Captain Cooper telling Cyrus to put everything they had into the shields. All their lives might depend on it.

  As Violet rushed into the warp room, she was confronted with a scene straight out of her nightmares. Glowing green warp fluid squirted everywhere. Steam leaks sprouted like geysers. Blinking red and yellow beacons were the only discernible source of light. When a huge man with deep red skin and jet black hair rounded the corner screaming curses, she thought, just for a moment, that she had been transported to Hell and was facing the devil himself.

  "What are you doing here?" the large, angry man growled through gritted teeth.

  "I...I...I'm here to help," she managed. "Captain said to help you get the warp system back online."

  "Oh," he said with a sudden smile. "Glad to have you. I'm Belzaire. Come with me. We've got a lot of work to do."

  Belzaire turned and walked straight into the chaos, not even bothering to avoid the steam blasts or leaking warp fluid. Violet followed tentatively, doing her best to avoid both. When she caught up to him, he was in the process of sliding a very heavy looking cabinet to the side, revealing a trapdoor in the floor.

  "What's in there?"

  "Warp fluid," he replied nonchalantly.

  Before Violet could ask why the warp fluid was stored behind a hidden trapdoor, Belzaire pulled the door open to reveal a deep chamber with hundreds of clear cylinders full of glowing green fluid. There was easily ten times the legal limit of warp fluid in there.

  Belzaire answered her unasked question with a mischievous smile and started pulling out cylinders. "We lost almost two hundred liters before I got the system shut down," he said. "I'll fix the leaks while you refill the system."

  "Two hundred liters is more than a ship this size needs for the entire system," Violet sputtered, finally coming to terms with what she was seeing. "Not to mention twice the legal limit of reserves allowed on a ship like this."

  "I've made some modifications," was all he said while he continued to pull out more cylinders of the precious liquid.

  When he had retrieved twenty-five cylinders, Belzaire stood up and looked at Violet, who was staring at him with wide eyes, trying to comprehend what was going on. "Now, look," he said firmly. "If the captain sent you down here to help, something is seriously wrong. We need to get this ship back up and running. You deserve an explanation, but now is not the time."

  Sensing the gravity of the situation, if not the cause, Violet nodded slowly. "What do you need me to do?"

  Belzaire smiled reassuringly and pointed across the warp room to the half-empty tank of warp fluid. "We need to refill the reservoir. Can you do that while I fix the leaks?"

  "I think so."

  "Good. Just put a cylinder on the fill pad and hit the green button."

  Those were the only instructions he gave before turning away and heading to a pipe leaking warp fluid on the far wall. Violet looked around the room briefly, wondering what she had gotten herself into, then started transporting the cylinders to the reservoir.

  It took far longer than she had anticipated because she was constantly stepping over debris and around puddles of warp fluid, which she learned the hard way were very slippery. By the time the last cylinder had been sucked into the tank, Belzaire had finished repairing the leaks and was gathering the empty cylinders and putting them back in the hidden compartment. When she attempted to ask about them, Belzaire simply said, "Later," and closed the trap door and slid the cabinet back into place.

  With the compartment of warp fluid again hidden, Belzaire turned to Violet and smiled warmly. "Thank you for your help," he said. "You should head back to the bridge. If something goes wrong, that's the best place to be."

  She wanted so say something, ask questions, or try to figure out what exactly was going on. Instead, Violet simply said, "Okay," and headed out of the warp room, back to the bridge.

  As soon as she turned to leave, Belzaire hurried to the control console and pushed the intercom button for the bridge. "Captain, we've got the system ready to power back up. We should be ready for warp travel in about five minutes, but we won't have full capacity until I can do a more thorough repair."

  "Got it," came the captain’s disembodied reply. "Call me when you're ready."

  Back on the bridge, Violet sat in the chair she had previously been thrown from, looking out into space. She was trying to piece together everything she had seen. Did the captain know there was enough illegal warp fluid hidden on his ship to get everyone on the ship executed? She thought it was likely that he did. And what did Belzaire mean by modifications? Nobody knew how warp travel really worked, it just did. Making modifications to something you didn't understand, and could kill you, was crazy. But then again, much of what she had seen and heard since coming aboard the Krim Sprinter was a bit bizarre.

 
The captain's voice brought her back to the apparently tense situation. "Is it still there, whatever it is?"

  "Yes, it is, Captain."

  "And you still don't know what it is?"

  "Nope."

  Violet expected the captain to be angry, but he simply nodded, seeming to accept that there was something invisible, and possibly dangerous, just outside. Yep, things were definitely a bit crazy aboard the Krim Sprinter.

  "Captain, the warp system is online and ready to go," the intercom suddenly blared. "Tell Cyrus to keep it to warp one, one point five max. But preferably warp one."

  "You heard him, Cyrus. Warp speed one point eight."

  Cyrus looked at him with a disapproving glare, but simply asked, "Where to, Captain?"

  "Anywhere but here."

  A moment later, Cyrus reported, "We're ready when you are, Captain."

  "Drop the shields and engage the warp field as fast as your robotic arm possibly can," the captain said as he leaned forward in his chair, staring intently at the still empty space in front of the ship. "Three, two, one, go."

  Everything happened so fast; Violet could barely comprehend what she was seeing. She could hear the click of the shields dropping and feel time freeze momentarily as the warp field formed and the ship jumped into warp speed. And in the same instant, she saw three photon blasts appear out of nowhere, heading straight for them. She squeezed her eyes shut and grabbed the chair, bracing for an impact that never came. When she managed to pry her eyes open, all she could see was the emptiness of space streaking past.

 

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