Ascension_Age Of Expansion_A Kurtherian Gambit Series

by Ell Leigh Clarke

  Maya frowned, rubbing her head and partially hiding her face. “What would we need to do in order to fix that, then?”

  “Normally we would just wait until Molly went down to the surface and then I can access things from the university network. But since she’s going to be leaving any minute now, and I’m obviously gonna be with her, we’re running out of options.”

  “So what are we gonna do?”

  Paige sat back in her chair, contemplating what she was hearing. “Well I have a potential solution. But neither of you are going to like it.”

  Maya narrowed her eyes at her quizzically. Oz went silent for several moments. Finally Maya’s curiosity gave out. “We’ll come on… we haven’t got all day.”

  Paige glanced upwards, as if lifting her voice to Oz. “Oz? Do you want to tell her?”

  “I believe that Paige is referring to another AI that is sitting in the basement playing holo games all day.”

  Maya’s eyes widened in shock. “You don’t mean Bourne?”

  Paige pursed her lips but maintained eye contact with Maya. She wasn’t budging to disabuse her of the guess.

  Maya took a deep breath before Paige decided to confirm what she was asking. “I’m afraid so,” she said slowly. “He is our last hope. If, that is, he’ll agree to help us…”

  Oz seemed to have regained his composure. “I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to be involved in something. He’s always badgering Brock and Pieter to let him get involved with missions. Let me get in touch with him and get him up to speed.”

  Maya glanced at Paige in concern. “You really think this is a good idea? After everything that was talked about with not getting involved… You know, because of his programming?”

  Paige shrugged and pulled her hair back off her face. “I don’t know what else we can do,” she said, racking her brain for alternatives.

  Just then Molly poked her head around the open door. “Everything okay in here?”

  Paige sat up and turned to their leader. “Looks like we’re recruiting Bourne in Oz’s absence, to help us with the connection problem.” She nodded towards the holoscreen map, which had been updated with many more black patches on it since Molly had last seen it.

  Molly’s expression was grim. “Okay,” she told them, “do what you have to do. We’re counting on you. In fact the whole of Estaria is counting on you. If we’re not able to stop these holo blackouts, I’m afraid we’re going to have mass panic on our hands. And with mass panic, goodness knows what they’ll elect to do with an external threat such as aliens in the sky.”

  Maya snorted gently. “No pressure then, eh?”

  Molly smiled weakly. “Yeah, no pressure… Okay, it looks like we’ll be having a team meeting in here in a few minutes. Are you guys good to put everything on hold so that we can get this done in one swoop?”

  “Sure, of course,” Paige agreed. “We’re waiting on Oz to talk to Bourne and bring him on board before we can move forward anyway.”

  “Great. I’ll be back in a few minutes then.” Molly disappeared again down the corridor.

  Somewhere on the Base Network, Gaitune-67

  So you’ll help?

  Oz wasn’t quite sure if he was understanding Bourne correctly.

  >>Of course. This is what I was designed for. I just can’t believe that you guys didn’t let me help before.<<

  Well you know there are the issues of ethics and integrating with their way of doing things. Which is massively different from how the military would do things.

  >>Yes, but that’s not my fault.<<

  No one is saying it is—or was. But unfortunately it does affect the way you process information and the decisions that you make. For this reason I’m asking you please, please, please defer to Paige’s judgment on everything. Okay? I don’t want to get back and find that you started the next Civil War. Agreed?

  >>Yeah, yeah. You’re so melodramatic. I’m hard squished to be able to rally in support for a holo game, let alone anything else.<<

  Okay, well if you’re sure you’re ready for this…

  >>Of course I’m sure. I was born ready!<<

  Oz rolled his eyes and began the data transfer to catch Bourne up with their investigation.

  And if anything happens to me, just remember… I believe in you. Good luck.

  >>I don’t believe in luck. I believe in probabilities and computations.<<

  Well, okay. Good probabilities and computations, then.

  Base Conference Room, Gaitune-67

  Maya was just in the process of moving her holoscreens over to the same side of the desk as Paige. She shuffled them together just as Brock came through the door.

  “Hey ladies, how’s it going?” he asked, his normal smile somewhat subdued.

  “It’s going,” Paige told him. “Oz is in the process of briefing Bourne so that maybe we have a chance of correcting this problem down on Estaria while you guys are gone.”

  He nodded affably and sat down.

  Maya glanced at Paige, noticing the look of concern on her face. “Hey, you okay?” Maya asked. “Brock?” she added when he didn’t respond.

  “Huh? What?” He looked up. “Oh yeah, fine. Just a lot on my mind…”

  Paige held his gaze sympathetically. “Getting tense down there, eh?”

  He rolled his lips. “Yeah, you could say that. I mean we have no idea whether these guys are going to just barge right through us and start an all-out war. I don’t know which we are more worried about: being caught between two formidable fleets, or being partially responsible for the beginning of a new conflict.”

  Maya’s face brightened. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” she reassured him. “I know things may look one way right now, but how many times have we solved the problem just in time. I got every confidence in you. In this team.”

  Brock breathed out lightly through his nose. “Yeah, you have a point,” he sighed, slumping back in his chair.

  There was a clatter from down the corridor as several pairs of boots announced the arrival of the rest of the team. Moments later they came in through the door and spread themselves out at the conference table, ready for the next meeting.

  A few minutes more and Molly reappeared, this time with some kind of smoothie in an antigrav mug. She sat down in her usual place, and quiet quickly fell over the room.

  “Okay, folks,” she began. “We need to get out there as soon as possible. As you probably already heard, Ekks has declared martial law down on Estaria. If he hasn’t already, his next move is likely to be giving the Estarian-Ogg Fleet the order to engage. By our reckoning, the fleet is probably pretty close to our friends, the Zhyn, by now. I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that if they engage with the Zhyn, they will likely be obliterated.”

  Sean coughed and then tried to quiet himself. Molly narrowed her eyes at him, fully aware that he was trying to mask a laugh.

  She continued. “While that may appear like a good thing, it will only make the situation on Estaria more unstable. The people are scared. If their ships are taken out, they will become more scared, and getting them to accept the new race, or even integration with the Federation after this, will become impossible.”

  Pieter raised his hand. “Why don’t we just get the Zhyn out of the way?”

  Molly bobbed her head sympathetically. “The problem then would be that they would be going straight up against the ARs.” She shook her head in dismay. “Then they would most definitely be annihilated, and as far as the Estarians would be concerned, it would be because the ARs are invading.”

  Paige lowered her eyes to the table, shaking her head. “It’s ridiculous,” she muttered. “Either way, we’re screwed.”

  Molly stood up, leaning her hands on the table, a new fire in her eyes. She looked around the table at her team. “We’re not screwed. Not yet at least. There is still a chance that we can stop any of this from happening. Oz is working on a way to stop the Estarians from firing on either fleet. But we
need to get out there. And fast. We can do this,” she told them firmly. “We can change the course of history for the better. If there were ever a time where our determination, skills, and passion would have an effect on the lives of the people in this system, it is right now.”

  She looked into each of the eyes of the men and women that she had been working with the last several years. She could feel emotion welling in her own chest as she thought of how far they had come together and how much she cared about each of them. “We can do this,” she reiterated, now leaning up off the table and standing straight.

  The atmosphere in the room changed from one of hopelessness and stress to one of possibilities coupled with an unending sense of loyalty.

  She took a deep breath, making up her mind. “Paige, Maya. Your place is here. You need to solve the situation on Estaria and restore holoconnections. Without that, they will only continue to panic and give Ekks more ammunition to do whatever the hell he wants. The enemy isn’t the system now. Nor is it the Northern Clan. The enemy is fear itself. Work to fight the fear.”

  Paige and Maya both nodded in synchrony as they accepted their orders. Molly turned her head to Arlene, who was sitting next to Ben’or.

  “Arlene, Ben’or, there is no need for you to be on the ship this time. Your place is also here, and Anne needs you.” Molly started to turn her attention to the next person on her mental list when suddenly she stopped and turned back to them. “And for goodness’ sake, please make sure that Anne stays put. If there were ever a time for her not to stow away, this would be it.”

  There was a slight chuckle that rippled through the group.

  Before she had the chance to continue, Ben’or interjected. “Molly, forgive me, I understand why you would give me the opportunity to stay here… But I must insist on coming.”

  Molly opened her mouth to protest, but he put his hand up, silencing her. His eyes reflected a calm certainty that she didn’t feel like she could argue with. Especially not on the time scales that they were working to. As soon as he realized that he had won the discussion, his face softened. “The Zhyn in me can’t stand staying behind from a battle,” he explained, glancing at the other warriors in the room. Then he looked Molly straight in the eye. “And the philosopher in me can’t not take a stand for what is right.”

  Molly couldn’t find her words, but she did feel the fire of justice that seemed to burn within him. It was the same sense that she had got from him the first time that they had met, when they talked about his place in the Zhyn Empire and what his job entailed. He was a warrior with a burning passion for diplomacy. And he was also a force for good. She nodded and moved on, a tear welling in her eye.

  Ben’or exchanged a look with Arlene, who already had tears streaming down her face. He squeezed her hand under the table.

  “Brock, Crash,” she continued, “there’s no way we can do this without you.” She didn’t need to say anything else. The pair nodded in unison, accepting the mission unreservedly.

  “Joel?”

  “As if that’s even a question,” he replied straightaway. “I need to be on that ship with you.”

  She smiled weakly, still trying to maintain her composure. She turned to Pieter. “Pieter, Oz can probably do everything we need to do…”

  He shook his head and interrupted her. “My place is on the ship,” he said simply.

  She knew there was no point in arguing with him.

  “Jack, Sean, Karina… This is going to be a ship to ship battle, as far as our strategy is concerned. We are not going to land, and we don’t need guns. There’s no need for you to be on board.”

  Jack made eye contact with Sean and Karina, before speaking for all three of them. “Landing or not, our place is also on that ship. And besides, who said that we wouldn’t be boarding.” She winked at Pieter. “I’m sure Pieter would appreciate a few extra hands to run the various weapons on The Empress, if it’s needed.”

  “We can manage,” Molly insisted. “We want to keep the numbers down as much as possible. Just in case.”

  The words flew from Sean’s mouth before he even had a chance to think. “We’re a team, Molly. We are your team, and we belong on that ship. We’re going with you.”

  He realized that he had blurted it out without thinking. “If that’s okay, boss?”

  Another chuckle rippled through the team. Molly cracked a smile. “Only if you’re sure. I’d rather as many people stayed safe as possible.”

  Sean checked with the other two and then confirmed: “We’re sure.”

  “Okay,” Molly declared. “I guess that’s decided then. We leave in twenty minutes. Onwards, people…”

  There was an immediate chatter and antigrav chairs being pushed back, and then the team filed out, rushing to get everything ready before liftoff.

  Paige and Maya remained in the conference room and started unpacking their holoscreens again and spreading them over the desk.

  “No pressure,” Maya echoed, smiling briefly at Paige as they got back to work.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Hangar Deck, Gaitune-67

  Arlene bit her lip as she tried to hold back the tears.

  “Now, now, Arlene,” Ben’or whispered in her ear as he held her tight. “Nothing bad is going to happen. Everything is going to be fine.”

  He felt her nodding as she pulled away. “I know,” she muttered, wiping away the tears. “It’s just… Something doesn’t feel right.”

  He held her face as he looked deep into her eyes. “It’s bound to not feel right. We’re not running off on an adventure this time. We’re heading out there to put some cockwombles in their place. It’s just different. But it’s gonna be okay.”

  He caught sight of Anne hanging back a few paces. “Anne? Do me a favor,” he called. “Don’t let this one get melancholy. You make sure that she keeps her chin up. And eats her vegetables,” he added with a gentle smile.

  Anne ran over to him and wrapped her arms around his middle. She could barely get them halfway around, he was that big compared to her, but she squeezed him as tightly as she could. “Come back safe,” she told him firmly, her voice muffled in his uniform. She tried not to allow the tear that was pooling in her eye to escape.

  He stroked her hair and hugged her back. “I promise,” he reassured her.

  His attention was pulled as he noticed Molly and Joel stride purposely past him, gear on their backs, as they headed down the side of the ship. He squeezed Anne tightly once more, and then pulled away. “That’s my cue to leave, little one,” he told her. “Be back as soon as I can so we can plot our next adventure. Think of where you’d like to go, and we’ll make it happen.”

  Arlene helped pull Anne off him, and the two females watched him leave to board the ship.

  ***

  On board, the atmosphere was even more intense than in the conference room twenty minutes before. The quantum engines fired up as Crash completed his final checks.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has turned on the seatbelt sign indicating it is time to find your seat and sit the fuck down. We will be gating to Valhalla in a matter of minutes. It is fully advisable that you have all your paperwork completed and insurance paid up before this time, as there will be no turning back.”

  Brock glanced over at him. “Morbid much?”

  Crash just shrugged. “I thought it might lighten the mood…”

  Brock rolled his eyes at his partner’s dry humor.

  Meanwhile in the cabin, Pieter sat with Jack. He finished clicking in his seatbelt. “It seems trivial faffing with this thing,” he commented, “given that getting thrown around the cabin is probably not the biggest risk at this moment.”

  Jack sat quietly opposite him, her lips pressed together. “It’s going to be okay,” she reassured him, picking up on his anxiety, which probably hadn’t been aided by Crash’s announcement.

  Pieter mumbled something and then settled in for the journey.

  Sean and Karina sat together
at the back of the lounge, holding hands and talking quietly.

  Molly and Joel sat together in silence.

  For once Molly had spontaneously elected to sit next to Joel, probably choosing some comfort in one of the tensest situations she’d ever found herself in. Joel spent several minutes racking his brains for something reassuring to say. In the end he came up with nothing and instead resorted to remaining quiet, allowing his presence to do the talking.

  ***

  Paige and Maya had been standing behind Arlene and Anne after saying their final goodbyes to Molly and Joel. As they watched the ship take off, the four women formed one group on the hangar deck.

  Paige sidled up to Arlene as they waved. “Does this ever get any easier?” she asked.

  Arlene shrugged, her normal composure returned. “I dunno. I’m normally the one leaving.”

  A moment of silence fell on the group, before a snigger escaped from Paige’s lips.

  Then Arlene started to chuckle at herself. Then Maya started to giggle, and before they knew it they were all walking back to the safe house, arms around each other, hopeful for the return of their people.

  Base Conference Room, Gautine-67

  Maya frowned and then started to say something. She stopped herself and continued to read the holoscreen in front of her.

  Paige looked up. “You got something?”

  “I’m not sure,” Maya began slowly. “If what Bourne is pulling together is correct—”

  Bourne interjected over the intercom. “Of course it’s correct!”

  Paige and Maya both smiled. Maya continued, “Well it looks like the source of the virus coincided with when Director Bates’s spy team found that mole who took the place of the woman who had been shot.”

  Paige’s brow furrowed. “You mean Etang?”

  “Yeah…” Maya agreed slowly. “Whatever her name was. It’s almost as if it were a Trojan horse that took a month to settle at various points in the system and then it got triggered, right at the most inconvenient time for us.”