The Shadow Order: A Space Opera
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Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Mailing List
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
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The Shadow Order
Michael Robertson
© 2016 Michael Robertson
The Shadow Order is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, situations, and all dialogue are entirely a product of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously and are not in any way representative of real people, places or things.
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Chapter One
A white flash of light exploded across Seb’s vision. The Mandulu hit him so hard it felt like the entire planet shifted beneath his feet. With the copper taste of his own blood in his mouth, Seb shook his head and blinked several times before he could focus on the large creature. At a good couple of feet taller than Seb, the average Mandulu towered over him. As wide as they were tall, they had arms and legs like tree trunks and skin like leather. The one in front of Seb—pumped up and breathing heavily—had a larger frame than average for his species. Broken off stumps that used to be horns protruded from his bottom jaw up over his top lip, and scars criss-crossed all over his face; he looked like he’d been in a fight with a glass factory.
With his hand against his cheek like it could offer some comfort, Seb opened and closed his throbbing jaw. “What was that for?”
The big dumb creature rolled his shoulders as he rocked from side to side. When he spoke, his voice came out like thunder and vibrated through Seb’s chest. “They say you’re tough, human.” To watch the creature’s lips move completely out of sync with the sounds that Seb heard always threw him off. Seb dropped his attention to the floor and listened to how the language chip—a standard that every being that travelled had implanted beneath its skin—manipulated the creature’s voice so it came to Seb in words he understood.
A quick glance around the dirty and dark bar, and Seb saw the collection of faces that stared back at him. He was at a spaceport, so he saw many species he didn’t recognise, but from the way they looked back, it seemed that most of them recognised him. A notorious reputation for having such a short fuse would do that. He shrugged, his voice loud in what had become the near silence of the bar. “They?”
The Mandulu didn’t respond. Instead, he deepened his frown and grunted.
“Come on, Seb,” Mia Lagos said as she pulled on his arm.
Seb looked at her. The last time he’d seen Mia they were fifteen and at school together. In the near decade since that time, the girl had transformed into a swan, and she smelled better than anything Seb had encountered in a long time. No way could he let the dumb creature disrupt the chance encounter with this floral-scented beauty. A sharp nod and he turned his back on the Mandulu. “You’re right; this piece of crap doesn’t need my attention.” After he’d lifted his glass from the brushed metal bar, he nodded at the pretty girl. “To high school reunions.”
Just as Seb went to take a sip of his drink, the Mandulu pulled on his left shoulder and spun him around. The metal tankard flew from Seb’s hand and landed in the sawdust on the floor. The beast stared at Seb, huffing and puffing in his fury and waiting for Seb to accept the fight with raised fists. Instead, Seb yawned and looked around him. Although this place was the best bar in the spaceport, it remained a bar in the spaceport nonetheless. No matter where you went, the mixture of alcohol and many different species had to end in violence. Bala, the bar owner, had constructed the entire place from metal and had bolted every piece of furniture to the floor. Although the only things able to get damaged in a bar brawl were the bodies of the ones brawling, Bala still hated the violence; he cited it as bad for business. Not that you could go anywhere in any spaceport without aggro.
Instead of looking at the Mandulu, who clearly wanted nothing more than to be noticed by him, Seb watched his drink soak into the sawdust floor and shook his head. “Look, pal, just buy me a new drink and move on, yeah?”
The Mandulu’s chest rattled with his respiration as if he had a loose flap in his large lungs. He fixed on Seb with his red eyes, his shoulders lifting and falling with each inhale and exhale.
Mia pulled on Seb’s arm again, but he didn’t look at her this time. “Come on,” she said, “let’s move away.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Seb said, more to the Mandulu than Mia. “The punch I can forgive; Mandulus are stupid and act without thought. But my drink …”
The Mandulu’s red eyes shifted from Seb to Mia and back to Seb again. “Maybe you should listen to the little tart and move on. A pretty thing like that gives you a good reason to walk away. Who wouldn’t go with her rather than have a fight?” He focused on Mia for a second. “I’ll tell you what, sweetheart, if you want to wait until this is all wrapped up, I’ll go with you.”
“Look, Seb,” Mia said, blushing and with a warble in her voice, “this piece of garbage really doesn’t matter. Walk away.”
The girl made sense, but at nearly twenty-five, Seb had never backed down from a fight … ever. Nevertheless, he thought maybe he should; he gained nothing from fighting other than more grief.
“Your reputation s
pans the galaxy,” the Mandulu said. “The toughest warrior there is. It’s the sole reason I came here.” Contempt hung from the monster’s features as he looked Seb up and down. “I shouldn’t listen to rumour, should I? You’re clearly a good storyteller, but nothing more.”
The temperature of Seb’s body rose by a few degrees and his heart rate increased. A glance around the bar and he now saw faces he recognised. Each one of them looked back at him with the same resigned expression. They’d seen it all before. He’d have to teach the Mandulu piece of crap a lesson before he got the message. When Seb looked at Mia, she wore the same imploring expression. Seb hooked a thumb toward the Mandulu. “But look at this thing. He seems like he needs his sense of self-importance beaten out of him. Although from the look of his tusks—”
“Horns,” the Mandulu interrupted.
“When you look at his tusks,” Seb said, “you can see he’s already had the snot beaten out of him several times at least.” A pause as he drank in the silence around him and Seb snorted a laugh. “Although, I’d say a lot more. Did you know these brutes see it as a sign of strength to have their little tusks broken? I’d be more fearful of the ones with their tusks still intact. Surely that means they don’t get hit as much. A pretty fighter is much deadlier than an ugly one.” When Seb looked at his reflection in the shined piece of metal behind the bar, half of his face already swollen from the whack he’d received, he brushed his hair over to one side and cocked an eyebrow.
“Walk away,” Mia said again.
Seb only knew of the Mandulu’s next punch when it rocked his world again. The bar tilted to one side and his legs weakened. Maintaining a reputation shouldn’t matter, but the thing had hit him twice now. He couldn’t let him get away with it.
The Mandulu lifted his large arms above his head and spun on the spot. “The great Seb Zodo. Feared throughout the galaxy, and when I come to fight him, the truth of it is revealed. He’s nothing but a pathetic little human. A mama’s boy.”
Every muscle in Seb’s body tensed, and he balled his hands into fists. With the sound of his own pulse as a wet throb in his ears, he drew heavy breaths through his nose. After he’d stared at the ugly Mandulu for a few more seconds, he glanced over at Bala, just about able to focus through his rage.
The bar’s owner had his hand over a blaster on the bar as he stared back at Seb. He then nodded in the direction of the door and growled, “Take it outside.”
After a long exhale, which did little to prevent the shake that ran through him, Seb pointed at the bar’s exit. “Nobody talks about my mum. You want this? We go outside.”
Chapter Two
The large open space in front of the bar had seen so many fights—a lot of them involving Seb—that the dark rock surface bore the signs of repeated bloodstains.
When Bala turned the floodlights on, they lit up the ring of smugglers, cargo workers, and pilots that had formed around Seb and the Mandulu. Seb recognised many of the faces as bar regulars and saw several beings flitting in and out of the crowd, taking bets. The touts would give him a percentage of their earnings when he won. He always won.
As he ground his swollen jaw, Seb watched the Mandulu. The large creature swayed from side to side and lowered its brow in Seb’s direction. It might have been powerful and have skin like armour, but it didn’t have Seb’s talent.
“I only came out for a drink tonight,” Seb said with a raised voice.
The Mandulu continued to stare and didn’t reply.
Now he had the crowd’s attention, Seb milked it. “Why can’t I enjoy my leisure time without some alpha male trying to challenge me because of rumours they’ve heard?” When Seb looked to the side and saw a group of Mandulus handing large bags of coins over to one of the touts, he smiled. He’d earn well tonight.
The atmosphere thickened with anticipation, and the Mandulu opposite Seb visibly grew more agitated. The dumb creature bounced on its toes and swayed like a tree in a hurricane, its heavy fists and thick arms swinging down in front of it.
After another glance at the crowd, Seb saw the touts had stopped taking bets. When he looked back at the Mandulu, he drew a deep breath and nodded. Everything around him disappeared. At that moment, nothing else existed other than him and the Mandulu. Seb widened his stance, bent his knees, and beckoned the large creature toward him.
The second the creature moved, Seb’s world flipped into slow motion. The Mandulu’s heavy steps shook the ground Seb stood on as if a deep bass note ran through it, and the creature’s roar resonated as a long drawn-out wall of noise.
As Seb stared into the dark pit of the creature’s mouth, its two stumpy horns like jagged rocks wedged in its gums, he caught a whiff of the creature’s breath. The rich tang of rotting food smothered him and tied his guts in knots.
Just before the Mandulu reached him, Seb’s focus went to its chin. Everything remained in slow motion, so when the beast took a step closer, Seb stepped to the side and drove his fist across the monster’s jaw.
The second he made contact with the Mandulu’s leathery skin, the crack of his punch coincided with his world speeding up again. The roar of the crowd damn near deafened Seb as he returned to everyone else’s pace and watched the Mandulu take three wobbly steps before it hit the ground chin first, its arms limp by its sides.
With his guard still raised, adrenaline surged through Seb and he panted as he watched the unconscious monster lie on the floor. After a couple of seconds, he looked at the crowd, especially the Mandulus who’d bet against him, and raised his arms with a roar. The crowd erupted.
***
When everything settled down, Seb drew a breath as he stepped out in front of the crowd. He opened his mouth, but before he got a single word out, what felt like a million volts surged through his slim form from a point in his lower back. Several violent snaps threw his arms out in front of him in aggressive spasms. A second later, Seb fell flat on his face.
Once on the ground, he rolled over and looked up at the policeman. Tense aggression twisted through the officer’s face as he stood over Seb with a taser in his hand. Seb groaned. A second later, the officer dragged Seb to his feet. “Come on,” Seb protested, “look at the thing, it’s twice my size.”
The officer looked at the unconscious Mandulu and then back to Seb. “You’re kidding me, right?”
Seb shrugged. “It had to be worth a try.”
The officer wrapped cuffs so tightly around Seb’s wrists they bit into his skin. “You’re coming with me. I’ve had enough of your crap.”
Chapter Three
The car might have hovered a few inches above the ground, but the cushion of air between vehicle and road did little to make the journey comfortable. With the amount of potholes and craters along the dusty track, even the most modern of vehicles had a bumpy journey. The police force didn’t use the most modern of vehicles—cheap bastards; all of their cars smelled of sweet snacks and stale sweat.
Drained at the prospect of what he had to face, Seb sat in the passenger seat and bounced around as he looked out the window at the dark and dusty plains of Danu.
“When are you going to stop fighting, boy?”
Only a handful of people could get away with calling Seb ‘boy’. Officer Logan—a Frant from a planet Seb could never pronounce—resided in that handful. An older police officer, he’d served on the force with Seb’s dad. Unlike the jumped-up prick that arrested him, Logan wanted to do right by people rather than add another notch to his baton.
After a few moments of silence, Seb finally looked across and replied, “I dunno.”
“You sound like a moody teenager. How old are you now?”
For a second, Seb stared at the side of the officer’s face and clenched his fists. He soon released them, dropped his head, and spoke to his lap. “Twenty-four.”
When Seb felt a large hand on his shoulder, he looked up again. In a car that had been designed for the average human, Logan sat folded up in it like a pipe cleaner wedge
d into a matchbox. The average Frant stood at around seven feet tall. Logan stood even taller than that. Long-limbed, the Frants had slightly pinker skin than humans and breathed through gills in their necks. Soft eyes stared at Seb. “I’m asking these questions because I care.”
The tension of moments before melted away in the face of this Frant’s kindness. If only his dad had the compassion of Logan. Seb sighed. “I know you do.”
***
When they stopped outside Seb’s dad’s house, Seb looked across at Logan. Although he lived here, it had always been—and would continue to be—his dad’s house.
The older officer shook his head as he looked out at the small building in the middle of the plain. Night had settled in, making the already isolated house appear even more lonesome. “How do you live this far away from the city? Don’t you get cabin fever out here on your own?”
As they sat stationary, the wind rocked the car from side to side. Other than the house, there was nothing for miles around to block the elements. Some days the wind would blow so strong it would knock Seb to the ground. Every few hours they would have to close the shutters on the windows against an oncoming sandstorm—if they had even bothered to open them at all that day. Most of the time they kept them closed to save the hassle. It shut out both the storms and the daylight.
“Dunno,” Seb finally said. “I wouldn’t choose it, but I don’t have the money to make choices at the moment. I suppose you learn to enjoy the solitude and get used to grit in your eyes.”
Logan’s eyebrows rose and pinched in the middle. The old Frant might never have said anything, but Seb could tell that he knew how he’d suffered since his mum had died. There were very few people in this life that Seb’s dad let into his inner circle—hell, Seb existed outside of it most of the time—but Officer Logan had a free pass whenever he wanted it. Because of their time together on the force, Logan and Seb’s dad were tight, so tight that Logan probably knew more about Seb’s family than Seb did.