“Explosions going off on the ground,” Tia said. “I think it’s the mercenary shuttles, making some trouble in the mining complex.”
“It’s not going to be enough, is it?” Kalish asked, her eyes locked on the sensors, on all the Fleet ships around them.
Sedge attached a repair kit to her side, then stood. If he was going to try, this was the time.
Kalish looked to him, a plea for help in her eyes. He wanted to promise that he would fix everything, but he had no idea if he would be able to do anything with that box. Even if he could, it would probably be the work of months to figure out how to work it, not minutes.
“I’m going to try something,” was all he said, not wanting to promise too much. He squeezed her shoulder and sprinted for the cargo hold.
* * *
“What’s he doing?” Striker whispered.
“Not sure,” Tick replied. “He’s barely moved for ten minutes.”
Sedge knelt in front of the box, the back panel open. Rows of runes lined the inside of that panel, a few of them slightly indented, buttons that could be pressed. His tablet sat open on the deck next to him with the translation program running, trying to find words to explain the instructions. His hand hovered over the box, aching to try pressing things at random, seeing if he could get the program to run, to transmit the realistic holodisplay to the exterior of the Divining Rod. But it wouldn’t do any good if the workers showed up as well as the alien ship. Fleet would not be fooled if people were walking around in the middle of the sky.
“Flying into some clouds and holding there for now,” Tia’s voice drifted back from the bridge, “but they’re all around us, like a noose. Whatever the mercenaries are doing, it’s not enough to convince the military to leave us alone up here.”
“Any chance of losing them in the clouds?” Kalish asked.
“Maybe in the nebula, but not simply in the clouds, no. And that big dreadnought is blocking me every time I try to angle for the atmosphere.”
A shadow fell across the box. Sedge leaned back. There was not much he could do until the program finished hunting for matches in the database.
He expected Striker or Tick, since they had been roaming around, their weapons clanking as they talked about him, but they must have gone up to the bridge. Ms. Blackwell was the one standing above him, her arms folded across her chest.
“Kalish thinks you’re doing something clever,” she said, her tone making it clear she did not share the belief.
Sedge did not particularly share the belief either. “The more appropriate adjective is desperate.”
“She’s not—”
The ship shuddered, then groaned some protest.
“They’ve got us with a tractor beam,” came Tia’s defeated words from the bridge, then a softer, “Sorry, Kalish.”
“It’s not your fault.”
Ms. Blackwell had turned her head to listen to the words, a disappointed expression crossing her face, but her jaw hardened when she faced Sedge again. “It probably doesn’t matter, since we’re all on our way to jail—or worse—but you were never going to be brought on board as a business partner, just so you know.”
“Pardon?” Sedge stared up at her, mystified as he tried to remember if he had ever said something to lead her to think that was his desire.
“That was Mingus’s goal, and he almost succeeded. As it was, he walked away with a lot of money. Climbing into my daughter’s bed isn’t going to make you rich, mercenary. She’s not foolish enough to fall for something like that again—she wised up in time last time not to fall for it.”
Hardly able to believe her accusations—or that she was bringing them up now—Sedge glanced at the translation program, hoping it had finished, so he would have an excuse to ignore the bitter woman. But it continued to hum along, drawing on resources from all over the system-wide network.
“Ms. Blackwell, I’m not looking for a new job,” Sedge said, forcing himself to look her in the eye. “And if I wanted money, I would have continued to work in my family business. My parents are the founders and majority holders of Genes and Greens, a research and development horticulture company. It’s a publicly traded corporation. You can look it up if you wish.”
The tablet bleeped, announcing matches for his runes. Yes.
“If you’ll excuse me, not letting us be captured is my primary concern right now.” Sedge bent, reading as quickly as he could, trying to figure out what he needed to reprogram the box and wondering if he could possibly do so before it was too late to help.
Without a word, Ms. Blackwell strode away, her boots clanging on the deck. He did not look up to watch her go.
14
“The engines will burn out if we don’t give up,” Tia said. “We’re not getting anywhere.”
“I know.” Kalish was watching the sensors, trying to figure out what was going on in the mining compound. Some Fleet ships had diverted to investigate the smoke and explosions coming from there, but there were still two ships flying on either side of the Divining Rod, each one more than fifty times the size and with fifty times the weapons. One had them locked in their tractor beam and was slowly reeling them in. “Don’t try to fight it. There’s nothing we can do now.”
She gazed to the dark blue sky ahead of them, the promise of space, with the pink haze of the nebula stretched out beyond the planet, inviting them to hide in its cloudy, sensor-distorting confines. If only they could reach it.
A lurch coursed through the ship.
“Now what?” Kalish asked. Surely, the Fleet vessels would not attack them when they were clearly trapped in a tractor beam.
“Uh. They let us go?”
“Is that a question or what happened?” Kalish checked the sensors again and stared with befuddlement at the fact that the energy beam no longer registered around them. In fact, the dreadnought that had been locking them in was veering away.
“Yes, both.”
“Sedge?” Kalish started to turn in her chair to ask if he’d had anything to do with the change, but Tia lunged over and grabbed her arm.
“Look! What is it?”
A huge triangular ship had appeared in the sky ahead of them, seemingly diving toward them from the atmosphere. The sleek craft was utterly alien... and utterly familiar.
“That’s the ship we were looking at in the hangar,” Kalish said, staring at the sensors again, puzzled because it showed up as if it were a real ship.
“There are six of them heading toward us,” Tia said.
“Our second escort ship is veering away. They think they’re real. Or they’re confused. Something.” Kalish shook her head, a grin stretching her cheeks for the first time that day. “Tia, get us out of here. Go right toward them.”
“Toward? Er, are you sure?”
Tia had not seen the ship being constructed in the hangar, so Kalish could understand her consternation. As far as she could tell, those ships were real and were heading right toward them.
“I’m sure.” Kalish gripped her arm. “Trust me. Go right between those two. Hurry. The Fleet won’t be fooled for long.”
Tia only hesitated a second more, then nodded, and her fingers flew over the controls.
Sedge burst onto the bridge, gripping the frame of the open hatch with both hands. “Did it work? Did you—I see them. Good, good. Is anyone believing it?”
“Our escort let us go,” Kalish said, even as a noisy hum reverberated through the ship, Tia pushing the engines to maximum. “For the moment.”
“Good,” Sedge said again, coming to stand behind Kalish’s seat, his eyes locked on the view screen. “Did all of them show up?”
“There are those two we’re heading for, and four more show up on the sensors.”
“Sensors?” Sedge gripped the back of her seat and leaned over her shoulder to look. “They’re showing up on the sensors?”
“They most assuredly are. It’s hard to get a read on what they are exactly, but they definitely appear as solid mas
ses, and the Fleet ships turned away.”
“That’s more than I’d hoped for,” he whispered.
She reached up, slipping her hand behind his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. The relief of the moment made her feel effusive. “That’s because you underestimate your brilliance.”
“Oh, gag,” Tia said. “Some of us are trying to concentrate on flying here.”
Sedge kissed her back, though his eyes stayed locked on the sensor display, as if he couldn’t believe the ships actually showed up there. Kalish released him. She would demand his undivided attention later.
“We’re escaping?” came Tick’s voice from behind them.
He and Striker thumped onto the bridge. Kalish had not realized her mother was already there, standing quietly by the hatch. She might have tamped down her effusive tendencies if she had realized Mom was watching. But she had lost the hostile aura that she had been wearing like a cloak since Sedge first came aboard. She was staring at the view screen, a dumbfounded look on her face that Kalish had not seen very often. An open tablet dangled down by her side, its display projecting onto her leg. She must have forgotten about it.
“We’ve passed between them. The Fleet ships are ignoring us.” Tia snickered. “They’re trying to hail the aliens.”
“Just so long as they don’t start shooting,” Sedge said. “The lasers could blast right through.”
“I don’t know about that,” Tick said. “We had ourselves a nice stroll on top of those ships.”
“That’s true. Their holodisplay technology is far more sophisticated than ours.”
“Getting that box was a good find,” Kalish said. “I’m not sure if those cylinders in the cargo room are actually engines yet, but that holo technology should be worth a fortune already. Maybe that will be enough to trade for Dad.” She grimaced, her heart aching at the realization that they still had much more to do, even if they escaped the Fleet. Making it into the nebula wasn’t a guarantee of that either. Other ships might have a hard time using their sensors in there and finding the Divining Rod, but if it was a slow week, the GalCon vessels could wait for their prey to come out.
“We’ve escaped Karzelek’s atmosphere,” Tia said. “Goodbye, ugly brown planet. I won’t miss you.”
The comm beeped.
Kalish grimaced again, reaching for it reluctantly. “I expect that’s our commodore, telling us to bring our bruised butts back before he sends a squad of fighters after us.”
But it was not Commodore Parson’s voice that came over the speakers.
“Divining Rod, this is Captain Mandrake, do you read?”
Sedge tapped the comm. “Thomlin here, sir. We hear you.”
A long second passed—Mandrake wondering what his intelligence officer was doing on her ship instead of one of his own? Or had the shuttle pilots already checked in and shared some of the story?
“You’ll want to try to lose your pursuers in the nebula,” Mandrake said. “We’re already in it. I’m transmitting the coordinates for you and Alpha and Bravo shuttles to rendezvous with us.”
“Yes, sir. Understood.”
Sedge slumped against the back of Kalish’s seat, his relief nearly palpable. “I didn’t think they were dead,” he whispered. “But I wasn’t sure. It’s been days...” He glanced back at Tick and Striker, and shared nods with them. They, too, appeared relieved to hear their captain’s voice.
“I have the coordinates,” Tia said. “They’re deep in there.”
“Take us there.” Kalish could still see the Fleet ships on the sensors, but as she watched, the alien ships disappeared, one by one. “Take us there quickly,” she amended.
Sedge nodded. “The box is the source of the projection. How it projects, I haven’t figured out yet, but I knew it couldn’t last indefinitely.”
Nobody on the bridge spoke as the pink swath of the nebula expanded on the view screen, gas and dust drifting lazily in the expanse, but everyone was aware of the Fleet ships—four of them, the sensors promised—heading after them.
“Almost there,” Tia murmured after a few minutes.
“Change course as soon as we slip in,” Sedge said. “Zigzag before heading for the captain’s coordinates.”
“Planning on it, salted caramel. I’m not a dummy.”
Kalish managed a weak smile. Tia must be feeling safer. The attitude that had disappeared when the fighters had first appeared behind them was returning now. Kalish could see too many problems in the future to believe they were out of trouble, but she did take a deep, relieved breath when they slipped into the nebula. Before long, the sensors lost track of their pursuit, and some of the other instruments bleeped in dissatisfaction as well. So long as they could reach their destination eventually.
“Salted caramel?” Tick rubbed the side of his head.
“Is that a nickname, or did Sniffles spill ice cream on himself?” Striker asked.
“Sniffles?” Kalish’s mother asked.
“Long story,” Sedge murmured, nothing in his voice suggesting he wanted to explain it now. He dropped his hands onto Kalish’s shoulders, rubbing the muscles gently. “How’s your side?”
Though Kalish had been aware of the medical unit under her shirt humming away, repairing her tissue, it had been the last thing on her mind. She had to lift her shirt and take a peep. Sedge must have administered a painkiller, because the massive gash that rock had given her did not ache. “It will survive. I hope the rest of me will. And the rest of us.”
“It’s going to take about three hours to reach the coordinates,” Tia said. “In case you people want to stop breathing down my shirt and relax in the back.”
Striker had been the only one standing close enough to breathe on her, but the bridge was tight with six people in it.
Sedge squeezed Kalish’s shoulders again, then headed for the corridor. She lifted a hand, wanting to call him back—Tia surely hadn’t meant to include him with her comment—but her mother stepped forward, taking his place behind Kalish’s seat.
“Yes?” Kalish asked warily, expecting another diatribe against Sedge and money-hungry mercenaries in general. Hadn’t they all done enough to prove themselves by now?
“I retract my earlier objection to you having a relationship with that one,” Mom said, her shoulders tense and her voice stiff. She had never been one to apologize often or graciously.
“Sedge?” Kalish asked, then snorted at herself. Who else had she been touching and ogling?
“Sedgwick Randal Thomlin, yes,” Mom said, lifting her tablet to show some display of a company’s public income statement and board of directors. “He and his sister are both three-percent shareholders in a very profitable horticulture business.”
Kalish felt her brow crinkle. “Yes, he mentioned his family business, but what does that matter? You don’t think I care whether someone has money or not, do you?” Sedge had not mentioned that his family business was that large and profitable when he had described his mother’s explorations in parasite-riddled jungles, but Kalish doubted it mattered to Sedge and did not know if he actually had access to any of the family money. It had sounded like his allergies had not been a good match for the business, and he had left years ago.
“Oh, I know you don’t care if someone is rich or a pauper.” Her mother’s eyes glinted. “I just thought a mercenary might be cozying up to you because you’ve made something of yourself and have an admirable bank account for someone so young.”
“Nobody is going to be admiring my bank account after I finish paying off Mandrake Company.”
“You can trade one of those engines to the pirate for your father and sell the other equipment.” Mom patted her cheek. “You’ll do fine.”
She walked out, leaving Kalish feeling somewhat bewildered. But slowly the muscles in her neck unkinked as she realized that, however silly the reason, her mother was no longer opposed to her pursuing a relationship with Sedge. Whatever happened in the coming weeks, that would be one bright point a
t least.
* * *
Kalish plopped down into the seat beside her sister, who had a mug of coffee sitting on the console next to her and was chomping on gum. Some of Tick’s caffeine-laced gum, perhaps. The sensors spat and hissed angrily, but everyone had stopped paying attention hours ago. So long as Tia flew slowly enough that they were not in danger of smashing into an asteroid, the ship was not in danger.
“I’m sorry you haven’t had a break in so long.” Kalish felt guilty that she had nodded off in the dining cabin. She hadn’t meant to—the Fleet ships had entered the nebula, too, so it was not as if they were safe—but she had laid her head on her folded arms for a moment and dozed off. “I’m hoping Captain Mandrake has some ideas as to how to get out of the nebula and escape the Fleet. Then we can rest for a few hours, until we find out where Cometrunner is and get in contact with him.”
Tia turned bloodshot eyes toward her. “And then what? Are we going to be criminals after this? Will we ever be able to go home? I haven’t even finished college yet, Kay. I’m too young to be a criminal.”
“I know.” Kalish wished she had a better answer for her sister, who had obviously been sitting up here alone, thinking about the enormity of the situation. “I’m still hoping we can barter one of our finds for free passage out of here. An engine for the pirates and an engine for the Fleet.” Except “Fleet,” or at least Commodore Parsons, had not shown interest in the alien technology during their brief chat.
“Are you sure it’s an engine now?” Tia asked.
“Sedge figured out how to open the case and had a long look. He’s fairly certain that’s what we’ve got.” Another reason to feel guilty, because he had spent the last three hours doing research, while she had been napping. “Whether the models were entirely completed and ready to be inserted is debatable, but either way, they should be of tremendous value to our system’s engineers.”
“Sedgy is useful. You should keep him.”
Kalish would like to, but how could that possibly happen? As soon as the Albatross appeared, the shuttles would be sucked back into its hold, and the captain would collect the rest of his mercenaries. Then Kalish needed to head off to rendezvous with Cometrunner. She intended to invite Sedge to join her at some future point, if only for a weekend of shared passions on a grungy space station, but she had no idea if he would be able to get away from his mercenary company in the near future. She wished she had found time to share passions already, in case... in case it never happened.
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