The Shadow Order - Books 1 - 8 + 120 Seconds (The complete series): A Space Opera

by Michael Robertson

  “You mean weaker,” Seb said. “But not anymore.” He turned his back on her. Maybe he’d be able to find peace in the Shadow Order when he found out about the parasite. But he couldn’t tell Sparks that. He didn’t want her coming with him. It hurt to even think about what he had to do, but he needed to get her away from him. “He might be able to outwit you,” Seb said, “but I won’t continue to let him keep the upper hand over me.”

  Sparks scowled and jutted her chin out at him.

  “Well?” Seb said. “Listen to yourself. You’re talking like I should get used to this life. Like I should cash in and forget about the bigger picture. Like I should sell out. That might come naturally to you, but it certainly doesn’t to me.” It was hard for him to keep up his mean streak, especially after nearly losing her a couple of days before. He held her glare and bit back his urge to apologise.

  Sparks threw her hands up in the air and shook her head at him. “What’s got into you today?”

  “You have. Why do you need to wind me up? I’m tired. I’m still recovering from having to save your life, remember?”

  “Is that how this works now?” Sparks said. “We’re keeping score?”

  “What do you expect? You’re trying to tell me a life in Moses’ service is the best I can hope for.”

  “You’re really not hearing that well today, are you?”

  “Actually, I think I am. You’re a button pusher, Sparks. You love a wind-up, but I don’t know why you’re doing it today. Maybe you feel vulnerable about me saving your arse again.”

  Instead of speaking, Sparks forced her hands against her hips and tilted her head to one side. When she finally opened her mouth to reply—the sound of her inhale running away from them up the hard-surfaced corridor—Seb cut her off. “Don’t even try to justify yourself.”

  Genuine confusion twisted Sparks’ face. Hardly surprising because of how unreasonable Seb was being. But he had to be. He had to push her away. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you today,” she finally said.

  Seb didn’t answer. Instead, he turned his back on his small friend, more to hide his shame about how he’d treated her than anything else. The cold press of the metal wall stretched into his upper arm again as he leaned against it. He listened to Moses’ voice echoing through the large space.

  “I’m not going to sugarcoat it; every mission will challenge you. Not everyone will come back. But if you’re successful—and let me tell you, those who make it back are always successful—you can come back here knowing you’ve made a difference.”

  Seb shook his head.

  “Look,” Sparks said.

  Seb turned to face her again.

  “I really don’t understand your mood today. Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

  The bright glare of the corridor’s strip lighting forced Seb to squint as he stared at her.

  “Okay then, fine! I’m going to remove myself from this situation. You’re clearly pissed off about something and think it’s appropriate to take it out on me. All I can do is get out of the line of fire.”

  As Sparks walked away, Seb watched her small form and let go of a hard sigh. One of the best, if not the best, friends he had in the galaxy, and he’d just pushed her away like that. Not just her; he didn’t want Bruke or SA coming with him either. He needed to do this alone. He needed to follow his path without dragging them into it.

  To think about SA took him back to the desert on Carstic. He’d nearly told her he loved her. The perfect opportunity, maybe he should have. Now he’d have to wait. If he came back to the Shadow Order, he could tell her then. If he didn’t make it, it wouldn’t be fair to put that on her. She might not care about him at all, but if she did, he didn’t want to leave her with the feeling of what could have been. Even then, as he stood there, he felt the press of her lips against his cheek from when they were in the mine. He’d get back to her. He’d get back to all of them. Sparks would forgive him when she understood why he’d pushed her away. At least he hoped she would.

  Before Seb went on any more missions for the Shadow Order, he needed to know Wilson’s death had nothing to do with them. He needed to know the parasites hadn’t been planted on Carstic by his boss. But he needed to do this mission alone. He wouldn’t drag his mates into it like he’d dragged them into a war with the Crimson army. He couldn’t lose anyone else.

  As the bark of Moses’ authority rang out through the training area, Seb turned his back on what would soon become his enemy—if only temporarily. Now Sparks had gone from the corridor, he could set off too. Towards his next move. Towards the truth. And most importantly, without his teammates.

  Chapter 2

  Seb reached the other end of the grey corridor, his face hurting from squinting against the glare of the strip lighting. With the jail cell finally in his sights, he took a moment’s pause as he tried to centre himself for what he had to do next.

  Two guards stood at the door, both of them clearly from the same species as the minotaur Seb had fought beside on Solsans. Unlike the one he’d fought beside, they were both only about eight feet tall; yet they still had broad shoulders and thick arms. They each had two huge curved horns like a Viking’s helmet, and large wet black noses that glistened beneath the bright light.

  Both of the guards watched Seb as he walked up to them. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t prevent his throat from drying, and he had to fight to keep his tone even so he didn’t reveal his lie. “Moses sent me down here to get you two.”

  After a look at one another, one of the guards shrugged. “To do what?”

  “You think I’d ask him that? It’s none of my business, and I don’t care for it to be.”

  Separated by the width of the prison door as they stood on either side of it—the metal barrier covered in rust but no less resilient for it—the guards looked at one another again.

  “He wants both of us?” said the one who’d already spoken.

  Seb shrugged. Easier to be nonchalant when he didn’t speak.

  “Who will guard the prison?”

  “What do you think he’s sent me down here for?”

  Another shared look and the vocal guard shook his head. “No.”

  “It looks to me like you’re either calling me a liar, or you’re ignoring a direct order from the big man.”

  “It does seem that way, doesn’t it?” Both guards lifted their electric prods ever so slightly, tilting them in Seb’s direction, daring him to step closer.

  A deep breath pulled Seb’s world into slow motion and he saw both creatures’ weak spots. They were in the centre of their chests. “Don’t say I didn’t give you an out,” he said.

  Before the beasts could react, Seb darted forward and drove one of his metal fists into the centre of the vocal creature’s chest. It gasped, the air driven from its lungs in a deep bark.

  As the first creature fell, Seb saw the other one swing its electric prod at him and he jumped back. A split second for the creature served as several for him. Time to think. He stared into its dark brown eyes and saw two things: a commitment to its course of action, and fear. It knew it couldn’t win, but what would Moses do if it didn’t try? However, instead of attacking him again, it looked over his shoulder back down the corridor.

  Were it not for the warning, Seb wouldn’t have been aware of his third opponent. It moved quietly enough for him not to hear it over the noise of his current duel.

  As the footsteps drew closer, Seb spun around to be faced with a wall of a beast. Over twelve feet tall and covered in orange leathery skin, it looked like Godzilla’s little brother.

  Even with his world slowed down, Seb had to work on instinct and dropped to the ground to avoid the large leathery beast’s electric prod. It seemed odd for it to use that rather than its large fists.

  On his way down, Seb saw the minotaur behind him try to grab where he’d been a split second before. It got an electric prod in its chest for its troubles.

  A loud buzz, frothy and
foaming spittle, and the smell of scorched hair, the brute convulsed with the electric shock before it crumpled to the ground like its pal had. Even with everything else going on, Seb laughed. “Dumb beast.”

  Seb remained low and saw the orange brute walked on the tips of its toes. A hard swipe with his leg, he took the creature’s stability away from it, throwing its feet forwards and sending it falling backwards. The beast’s electric prod crashed down at the same time as the creature, adding a buzz to the thud of its large rear connecting with the ground.

  Its body not suited for righting itself in a hurry, the creature remained down while Seb seized his opportunity. He jumped to his feet and punched the beast on the snout. It stood out as its weak spot, but the creature remained conscious despite the force of his steel-lined blow.

  Seb punched it again, its head thrashing from side to side as it tried to avoid his attack and failed. Four, five, six punches. The brute looked stunned, slowing down a little as it tried to stay away from Seb’s blows.

  Heavily panting from the fight, sweat running down his face, and his jaw clenched so tightly the side of his head ached, Seb screamed and put all he had into another punch.

  His fist sank into the monster’s face and it fell limp.

  Gasping, Seb straightened his back and looked up and down the depressing but brightly lit corridor. It looked empty.

  The more vocal of the two minotaurs had seemed like the leader, so Seb checked its pockets first. He found the keys for the prison cell on the first time of looking.

  A large ring of about thirty keys, Seb’s eyes fell to the one with as much rust on it as the door. When he tried it, the lock snapped free with a loud clunk.

  Another quick check up and down the bright corridor. It looked clear, so Seb pulled the cell door open, the rusty hinges doing their best to give away his movements.

  The second Seb stepped into the confined space, the smell drove him back, nearly knocking him over. A sour combination of halitosis and sweat, he had to press the back of his hand to his nose before he stepped forward again.

  The prisoners moved away from Seb when he entered. Some of them looked at the dropped guards behind him. Many of the creatures he’d fought the last time he’d been in the cell were still there. The large brown version of Bruke looked at the floor. The crew of seven with the two bat-like creatures all turned away from him. However, the mandulu who ran the place still had the courage to fix him with a dark glare.

  To see the swelling on his face made Seb wince, and he dragged a sharp intake of breath as he looked down at the toilet bowl. The dent made by the mandulu’s face looked larger than he remembered it. “Sorry about last time, old chap.” He laughed. “I had to find a way to stop you from trying to fight me, and I didn’t want to kill you.”

  The mandulu continued to stare. Then, like the minotaur had done only minutes before, the fat chinned beast looked over Seb’s shoulder.

  Before Seb had time to react, he heard the crackle of three electric prods behind him. He continued to stare at the mandulu. “I’m guessing someone’s still pissed about last time, then?”

  Chapter 3

  Three thugs. All of them the same species. All of them unfamiliar to Seb because they hadn’t been there the last time he had. They moved in on him like they’d done this before. They worked as a team. One directly in front of him and one to either side. They were all shorter than him, but even the narrowest of the three had at least an extra thirty centimetres width than he did. The largest had the proportions of a square. Pink-skinned like hairless moles, they looked built for strength. Their small brow-less heads suggested they didn’t have much space for brains.

  They might have been unfamiliar to Seb, but he was unfamiliar to them too. Maybe that was why they were prepared to attack him.

  Looking into their vacant stares, Seb watched their brilliant blue eyes for some form of cognition. When he didn’t see it, he smiled to himself. They looked like the perfect henchmen. Just point them where you wanted them to go and they’d attack. The mandulu clearly had something to do with their aggression towards him.

  After one final look at the three faces, Seb did what he had to do. A deep breath to centre himself and his world slowed down. He balled his cold metal fists and clenched his jaw.

  But before he could step forward, two huge brown arms came around him from behind and clamped across his chest. He shook and twisted, but he couldn’t move.

  The faces of the three thugs lit up as one. A moment of panic surged through Seb, kicking his pulse up a notch.

  No time to think, Seb fell limp. He had enough bodyweight to destabilise the brown creature behind him and it came forwards with his fall. Before the beast could recover, Seb kicked off the ground, going against their collective momentum and crashing back up against the brute’s face with a wet clomp.

  What felt like the brute’s teeth sent fire through the top of Seb’s head. Although he must have done more damage to it because the creature fell away from him, releasing its grip as it toppled backwards. A second later, it hit the ground with a thump.

  No time to check if it had been knocked out or not, Seb looked at the large round stomachs of the three aggressors in front of him. Their clear weak spot. Most creatures fell from a blow to the face, but these things looked like they had skulls as thick as rock. To punch them there would only hurt him, even with no feeling in his hands.

  A slow motion perspective helped Seb see the first swing from a mile away. A measure of its stupidity, the creature used the electric prod as a bat. It must have thought the steel body of the pole would somehow be more effective than the flickering blue electricity on the end of it.

  Seb dropped down beneath the attack and punched the idiot in the stomach.

  The blow drove the air from the first brute in a deep wheeze, and it folded over as it fell to the floor.

  Seb remained low and sent two quick punches into the guts of the other two. Both of them fell like the first had. They slowly flopped forward at the waist and were rendered utterly ineffective.

  Before Seb got to his feet, his perspective sped up again. The electric prods lay on the floor, buzzing from where they remained on. They existed as the only sound in the cell, and when he looked around at the other prisoners, wide eyes regarded him as if they feared he’d go for them next.

  The brown creature Seb had shrugged off remained down, blood running from its mouth. Seb reached up to the top of his head and felt the lump from where the thing’s teeth had connected with his skull.

  It took a few seconds for Seb’s breathing to settle from the effort of the fight. For that time, he felt the attention of the room on him. He then focused on the mandulu in the corner.

  The mandulu stared back.

  “You may have had something to do with what just happened.”

  When the mandulu opened its mouth to reply, he cut it off. “I don’t care if you did. In fact, I don’t want to know. You’re free to go,” Seb said.

  If not the entire room, then a large majority of them gasped at his comment.

  “What?” the mandulu said.

  “I’m setting you free. All of you. It’s not that hard to get your head around, is it?”

  A glance at the three knocked-out brutes, Seb laughed. “They gave me a workout, that’s all. They weren’t a serious threat in any way. Oh, and when you leave, I don’t want any harm to come to the guards outside. They’re as much a victim of Moses’ insanity as you all are. I know screws and prisoners don’t get on, but they’re just doing their job. I don’t want them punished for that.”

  “Are you aware of how they treated us?” the mandulu said.

  Seb pulled his head back. “I’m sorry, did I give off the impression that this was a discussion?”

  Silence.

  “Right. Now get out of here before I change my mind.”

  Although Seb waited, none of the prisoners moved.

  When Seb looked around the room at them, they all dropped their at
tention to their feet. “I’m going to leave the door open. I’m not going to hold your hands. You decide if you want to leave or not.” He fought to hide the panic in his voice. The plan wouldn’t work if they didn’t leave. He needed the chaos of a prison break.

  Seb then saw the grey creature. Although he’d seen it the last time he’d been in the prison, he got to truly take it in now. It stood about five feet six inches tall and looked like a rock troll with its granite eyes and skin. It had long coarse black hair that looked almost synthetic. The stocky thing had a frame somewhere between a human and a gorilla. Broad shoulders, a slight hunch to its stance, long and powerful arms. After finally pointing at it, he said, “You! You’re coming with me.”

  The rock troll clearly didn’t need a second invitation. It as good as ran towards Seb at his request. It must have made him unpopular when he’d called Seb the chosen one because he appeared desperate to get out of there.

  Anxiety twisted through Seb to see the others still hadn’t moved. What would it take to get chaos streaming out of the cell?

  Once outside—the three guards still out cold—Seb grabbed the rock troll’s arm and dragged it around the corner. Despite the bright lights, he found a shadowy spot and pressed against the cold steel wall.

  Although it followed Seb’s lead, the grey creature looked confused. “What are we doing?” it asked in a whisper.

  Seb peered around the corner and said, “Waiting.”

  “For what?”

  Suddenly, the prisoners ran from the cell, and some of the tension left Seb’s frame. A stampede, they moved as one, all of them heading away in the opposite direction.

  Seb watched them for a moment before he said, “That.”

  When enough of the prisoners had left the cell, Seb reached over for the red alarm button on the wall and smashed his fist against it. A loud screeching siren soared through the long corridors and no doubt the rest of the complex too. So shrill, it threw Seb’s balance off. He shouted at the grey creature, “We need Moses focusing on anything but us at this point.”