Rafaroy

by T. J. Quinn

  In the center of the room was a pedestal table with benches on each side, all anchored to the floor. There was a small bathroom with a shower and sink that opened off the corner of the room with what looked like a sliding door on the fourth wall opposite the wall with the bathroom opening. A faint line on the white wall seemed to mark a sliding door that Meg assumed was the exit. It remained closed with no apparent way to open it.

  “Does anyone know where we are?” Meg asked the other women in general.

  “We’ve been kidnapped by alien slavers,” said the woman with dark, short hair in the bunk like hers on the other wall.

  Meg laughed out loud. “You’re kidding, right?”

  “I wish I was,” the other woman said. “There are about a dozen of us that I saw. I’ve been aboard for about a week. They picked me up when I was walking my dog before work. I woke up as they were shuttling a few of us up to their mother ship.”

  “You’re serious,” Meg gasped.

  “I wish I weren't,” she sighed. “They are taking us to some planet for a slave auction. All the women I’ve seen are young and fairly attractive. I heard we would probably be sold as pleasure companions.”

  “You mean sex slaves,” Meg shuddered.

  “Yeah.” The other woman sounded as hopeless as Meg felt.

  Even if they were on Earth, escaping human traffickers would be no small feat, but escaping them in space was nearly impossible. Even if they would get out of this cell and find the shuttle that brought them here, she doubted any of them could fly it or would know where to go if they could. They couldn’t even hope for rescue. No one who would miss them would have a clue where to find them.

  “How did you find out their intentions?” Meg asked.

  “The one that comes with the droid cart that brings us food told us. He said the Tenzari have been taking humans from earth for many years because it’s very profitable.”

  “I’m sure it is,” Meg said. “I’m Meg Casey, what’s your name?”

  “Kayla Elliott. Above you are Jane Edwards, and Liz Carson is above me,” said Kayla. “From what I’ve seen, there’s no way out of this before we land---and even then.”

  Meg was about to ask what the aliens were like when the door across the room slid open with a soft whoosh. An automated cart rolled in followed by a hairless bipedal alien with purple wrinkled skin that sort of reminded her of a cartoon character. He was tall and slender with a humanoid face that had large dark round eyes, a flat nose with two nostrils and a wide mouth with thin lips.

  Meg rolled out of the bunk and strode across the room toward the alien. “Who are you people and what right do you have to steal us from our homes? We are human beings, not cattle,” she shouted at him forgetting she was barefoot wearing only her underwear.

  “Because we can,” the alien answered in fluent English. “We are Tenzari. We take what we can. Once we take you from Earth, you belong to us. Your world is not a member of the Alliance of Worlds. They have no recourse.”

  “That is unacceptable!” Meg took another step forward, and the alien raised a wand and pointed it in her direction.

  “Step back or feel the pain stick,” he warned, brandishing a black stick with two prongs on the end.

  Meg saw that another alien had stopped in the open doorway. She backed away toward her bunk. This was not the time to make a move. She had no fighting skills. Dodging blows from combative patients in her early nursing career didn’t count. She backed away and sat on her bunk while the alien placed food trays on the table, one for each of them. She didn’t move toward the table until he left.

  “Now do you believe me?” Kayla murmured.

  “Either, we are on an alien spacecraft, we’re trapped in a movie set,” Meg quipped. “But they have weapons, and we don’t. Is the food fit to eat?”

  “So far, it has been. It’s Earth food. I guess they want to keep us healthy,” Jane said, “I’m hungry, let’s eat.” She jumped down from the upper bunk and padded over also in bare feet.

  There were four identical frozen dinners, packaged fruit cups, and hot drinks that smelled like tea. Meg ate with the others. It was not the greatest, but it had been a day since she’d eaten. The simple food was at least filling.

  “Come on, Liz, you need to eat,” coaxed Kayla.

  “I’m not hungry,” she sniffed, weeping softly. “If I can’t go home, I would rather be dead. I want Paul and our baby. I love them so much. I don’t want to live the rest of my life without them. Why couldn’t they just leave me alone?”

  “None of this is right or fair,” said Jane. “Slavery is just obscene.”

  While eating, Meg tried not to think about what her life would be if she were sold into slavery to be some alien’s whore, or would she be relegated to a brothel and forced to screw any being that would pay. She shuddered as she wondered if the Tenzari might decide to sample the merchandise. That just creeped her out.

  What bothered her more than her own possible fate was that her family and friends wouldn’t know what happened to her. They would think she had been murdered and dumped somewhere. Her ex-husband wouldn’t care. He’d already found someone else before their split, the bastard. However, her patients would be left high and dry. Everything she had worked for would be gone---she would be gone.

  “I can’t believe that slavery can be legal in a civilization with this level of technology,” said Meg.

  “It probably isn’t,” said Kayla. “He said Earth had no recourse because they are not part of the Alliance. These aliens are probably not either.”

  “Yes, it sounded like they think they will get away with it because Earth can’t complain to whatever Alliance might stop them,” Meg added. “It doesn’t sound very hopeful for us to get out of this.”

  “I know. It’s not like we can call nine-one-one,” Jane said. “Whatever or whoever this Alliance is, we have no way to contact them to see if they would even help us.”

  So, we’re screwed. Meg thought. She fell silent and concentrated on eating.

  “I wish they’d at least left me my cell phone. Even if I couldn’t call anyone it had games and stuff and a few books to read,” said Jane.

  “I didn’t have mine with me when the old guy snatched me right off the road near my house,” Meg said. “I wonder what they did with my two-hundred dollar running shoes.”

  Kayla laughed, “It’s not like you will need them. There’s nowhere to run on this ship---not like we can escape and run away in space.”

  “Even if we can escape from them wherever they’re taking us, how could we get back to Earth?” Jane added.

  Screwed.

  Between meals and sleeping, the days seemed endless. There was little to do in the small cell but talk or exercise in place. They didn’t even have a deck of cards between them. Liz cried a lot about the husband, and the four-month-old baby boy left behind. She missed her baby and her husband. She just wanted to go home. To make matters worse, she was still lactating from breastfeeding and her breasts hurt and leaked. She spent a lot of time in the bathroom expressing the excess milk and crying more.

  It was hard for the other women to encourage Liz because they were so discouraged. Their situation looked hopeless. Nevertheless, Meg kept telling herself that somehow, she was going to get out of this. Maybe she couldn’t escape from the ship but if she watched and waited an opportunity would arise.

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  Excerpt from

  PSION Mates

  The Aledan Series Prequel

  By

  Christine Myers

  CHAPTER ONE

  Hankura Narcaza shrugged in frustration and rolled over on his bunk, unable to quiet his mind so he could sleep. He was alone in his darkened cabin aboard the Argus Lu, a passenger freighter. It had just put into Earth orbit to take on two more passengers and make a freight drop. Then it would tak
e Hankura to Velran, a place he did not want to go.

  It wasn't fair! Why did he have to go to Velran alone? Hankura didn't want to be on this ship with stupid people who tried cheer him up and make his voyage fun and interesting. It wasn't. He didn't want to go anywhere but home. He wanted his mother. He wanted his father to love him again instead of being angry all the time.

  Tears filled his eyes, and his throat ached with longing. Someday, he would go back and show them they were wrong. They would be sorry. Someday.

  Finally, sleep claimed him, and his mind drifted into a dream that wasn't his own. This dream was more real than any he had ever dreamed. In the dream, he shivered, cold and afraid. He huddled under an abandoned stairway in a dark alley. A hard rain fell steadily, forming shallow pools in the scarred pavement around him.

  At some point, he realized it was not a dream. He felt the psychic force of her consciousness pulling him into her mind. Her thoughts, her fear, her pain filled his mind. The little girl was down on Earth. She crouched alone in the dark, more afraid than she had ever been in the short span of her five years.

  Her brother, Jerry told her to wait for him no matter what. He would come for her when he finished avenging their mother's death. He gave her the knife and fled. He'd be gone however long it took for him to find and kill the man who had killed their mother.

  Hours passed. Michelle sat shivering in the corner against the cold brick wall---alone except for the rats. When they ventured too close, she menaced them with the sharp knife then pelted them with the pieces of broken pavement she had gathered before dark. Although she hit several with the concrete rocks, one broke through and came too close. She screamed and plunged the knife into it, killing it. After that, they stayed back for a while. Michelle shuddered, exhausted. Her body ached with the cold, and her eyelids drooped as she longed for sleep. But the rats were out there waiting. Sleep would mean death--endless sleep just like Mommy.

  Some of the rats moved closer again, but the sound of their claws on the pavement opened her eyes wide with terror. She screamed, ending it in a sob as she stabbed at the closest one desperately with the knife.

  Jerry, please come back! Don't leave me all alone like this. I want Mommy. Oh, God, I don't want to be alone.

  She was sure nobody would hear or care what happened to her. But in blind desperation, she tapped her latent psionic ability and sent a mind-cry with such force that someone did sense her plea.

  Hankura sat bolt upright in his bunk and brushed the wetness from his cheeks. The boy realized he was crying, but this time his tears were for someone else--- Michelle...and he reached out... He sensed the little girl was even more alone and scared than he was.

  Michelle, don't cry. You're not alone. You don't have to be scared of those rats. You can make them go away with your mind. I can help you.

  Gradually, she stopped crying. She no longer felt alone or as scared. He was with her even though she couldn't see him. "Who are you? Why can't I see you?" She said to the voice in her head.

  I'm Hankura Narcaza from the Aledan Colony. I'm thinking to you. That's why you can't see me. I'm up in a space ship far above Earth.

  Thinking to her? Michelle shrugged. She sensed it was true. She sensed his presence even though she couldn't see him, so he must be real.

  "Are you going to come down here?"

  I wish I could. I have to go to school on Velran. My parents don't want me to go to the Psi Institute on Aledus, so they're sending me to the University of Learning on Velran.

  Michelle looked skyward as his thoughts touched her mind. She could feel that he was scared and alone, too.

  "My parents are dead," she said aloud. "Jerry's gonna kill the man who did it. When he's done, he's gonna come back and get me. That's why I have to stay here--so he can find me. But this place is scary. Will you think to me until he comes back?"

  Okay. Where I'm going is scary, too. There are lots of strange aliens, and I have no friends there.

  "Do they have gangs and overlords?"

  No, it's a school. Mother is making me go there to learn the Patterns of Insight so I won't hurt Normals when I think to them.

  "But you're not hurting me."

  'Cause you're a Psion, too. Anyway, you thought to me first.

  "I did?"

  Yeah. But, you'd better not let anyone know, or they might send you away to Velran, too.

  "Could I bring Jerry?"

  Probably not. They wouldn't let me bring Trevin and Capra. I have to go alone.

  "Well, there are probably other kids like you at Velran. You won't be alone.”

  Maybe, but the teachers are aliens with ugly fangs and scary faces. My use-to-be friends said they eat people.

  "Dead people or live people?"

  I don't know. They probably lied anyway. After their parents found out I'm a Psion, they weren't allowed to play with me.

  "Rats eat people here, sometimes dead ones and sometimes live ones. They wanted to eat me until you showed me how to make them go away. Can you show me how to do that with people?"

  It's against Aledan Law.

  "Overlord Law?"

  Aledan Law.

  "That doesn't count here. Show me."

  I can't. I promised Mother I would never do that again. Somebody might hurt you if they ever found out you could do that. Besides, you need to learn to use your powers better, and so do I.

  "Do they teach you that on Velran?"

  They teach everything there; they have a special school for human psions.

  "I wish I could go to school with you. I wouldn't be scared if you were there, and we would probably make friends with other kids like us."

  I wish you could come, but they won't let me come and get you. When I grow up, I'll come back and teach you the things I learn. I promise.

  Michelle sighed. She knew he meant it, but she didn't believe it would really happen. Daddy promised he would come back, and he never did. Mommy promised she would come for her, and she never did, either. She didn't believe Jerry would ever return. Why should she believe Hankura?

  The sun's rays peeked gradually over the towering ruins of the ancient city and through the mist rising from the wet streets. Michelle stirred in her sleep and brushed at the big black fly that buzzing over her stringy red hair.

  "Mishy? Where are ya, kid? Mishy!" The impatient sound of her brother's voice registered in her mind, and she opened her eyes and blinked.

  "Here, Jerry. I'm here," she called softly and strained to hear the sound of his footsteps. She sensed his nearness long before he found her. By then, she had turned her attention elsewhere.

  "I have to go, Hankura and pretty soon, I won't be able to hear your thoughts anymore. But it's okay. Jerry's here, now. I'm not scared anymore." She spoke with her eyes raised to the morning sky, wishing she could go wherever he was going, too.

  Someday, I'll take you there . . . Or maybe Aledus. I promise.

  "But, how will you find me?"

  With psi--I'll find you. Believe me.

  "I do," Michelle answered softly, and she did.

  Jerry frowned. He hunkered down under the stairway in front of her and stared into her eyes. After a moment, Michelle focused on his face and smiled sheepishly.

  "Mishy--who were you talking to? Are you all right?"

  "I'm okay. I was just talking to Hankura. His parents sent him on a star freighter from Aledus to a school on Velran."

  "What?" Jerry frowned and raked a bony hand back through his unruly red hair. "How can he be on a starship when ya were just talkin' to 'im?"

  "Well--he wasn't here exactly--not like you're here. I heard what he said in my head." Michelle touched her temple. "Psi. He helped me make the rats go away, too."

  "Who told you that word—psi?"

  "He did."

  "And I suppose he killed that rat over there, too."

  "Of course not." Michelle chided. "I told you he wasn't really here. I killed that rat with your knife."

  Jerry look
ed at the dead rat, and the bloody dagger on the ground beside her then grinned and pulled his little sister into his arms. "You did good, kid." He hugged her. "I'm sorry I left you alone so long, but I had to."

  "I wasn't alone. Hankura was here—sorta."

  "Ah--sure, kid. If you say so." Jerry crawled further under the stairway with Michelle under one arm. It had been a long night, and he was tired. He should never have left the kid alone for so long. Cold and scared, alone all night, it was no wonder she heard things. She still felt cold to his touch, so he cuddled her wiry little body close--to warm her.

  "Jerry?"

  "What?"

  "Is Mommy really gone forever? Forever?" Her voice trembled on `forever.'

  Jerry's arms suddenly squeezed her too tightly, and she groaned. He loosened his hold, but he was trembling. It was a long time before he answered.

  "Y-yes. She is gone forever." He rasped, tears filling his eyes. Michelle sniffled softly; she had known the answer before he said the words.

  #

  A few days after the Argus Lu left Earth orbit, Hankura realized he felt less angry and less afraid since his meeting of minds with little Michelle Marlow. From the memories, they had shared through their telepathic connection, it was clear that her life was far worse than his. The situation on Earth was even worse than his Earth history studies hinted. Michelle had never had a real home. Her parents were dead, and all she had was her older brother to care for her. Food was so scarce, they sometimes killed and ate rats just to survive.

  What kind of life was that? The kind of life people get after the ravages of interstellar war. They should have known better. About 800 years after Aledus was colonized, some Terran’s ventured into alien territory and invaded an inhabited planet in the Procyon Fegisar system. They killed a lot of the inhabitants to claim the most habitable planet in the system. It was under the protection of a powerful alien race; whose response was to blast Earth back to the level of a third world country of the 20th century.