Free Trader Box Set - Books 4-6: Battle for the Amazon, Free the North!, Free Trader on the High Seas

by Craig Martelle

  Klytus popped to the surface and started dog-paddling toward the shore. Ax hadn’t completely gone under. He rolled to his back as he floated, kicking his feet and casually propelling himself after Klytus. Braden backed up toward the sand and waited. Micah stood on the shore, unworried. The children had been swimming since they were babies.

  G-War and Shauna were snickering at Klytus’ drowned-rat look as he walked out of the water and shook, spraying water everywhere. Micah yelled at a nearby Server Bot to bring two towels. It rolled away quickly toward the maintenance shed, returning shortly. Micah tried to corral the ‘cat to dry him off, but he didn’t like the attention. She held him down as she would have done with her own children as he tried to contort a paw to scratch her leg.

  ‘Take it like a man!’ G-War howled over the mindlink.

  “Where were we?” Micah asked Braden once she had his attention.

  “We’re going to Livestel to see the Wolfoids and then to Trent.” Micah looked disgusted. “What? Isn’t that what you said?”

  “You asked what I’d like. We were talking about it. I was not deciding for us,” she said coldly.

  Braden held up his hands in surrender. “I only want to give you everything you want.” He smiled, then added, “Then, I’d like to go back to the north and get some livestock, maybe a few more horses, some settlers. Maybe even see if a few Hillcats would like to resettle down here.”

  ‘That’s a good plan,’ G-War said over the mindlink, instantly interested in the conversation after giving the fish he caught to Shauna and Klytus. ‘That means turns and turns in the desert, doesn’t it?’

  “And it means a return trip with heads of water buffalo. I wonder if Holly has any ideas?” Braden looked ashamed. He didn’t have to say it. Micah knew what he was thinking. He wanted his neural implant and Old Tech to make the trip easier.

  The Call of Old Tech

  “You know we can’t wear our blasters up there?” Braden asked. Micah nodded, caressing the grip of the weapon she’d taken from the village chief so long ago. She’d used it a great deal since then, fighting her enemies.

  “I know, but I feel naked without it, going into the unknown and all,” she answered tentatively.

  Braden laughed, putting his hand on her shoulder. “It’s the north! It’s not unknown. They have real trade routes up there. G-War and I survived our whole lives without a blaster. We’ll have our recurve bows and Old Tech arrows. That will give us an edge, but I don’t think we’ll need it. We have platinum and gold, thanks to Holly. We’ll go in, buy what we need, and return. Easy as that,” Braden said confidently. “We have our companions. They will give us an edge.”

  “So we stroll into this town where they tried to steal your saffrimander, accompanied by our menagerie, and we throw our coins around. That won’t attract unwanted attention?” Micah countered. Braden pursed his lips. Every other time he entered a northern town, it was only he and G-War. Lighting up the place with the firepower of blasters wouldn’t be the answer, although once they returned through the Great Desert, no one would follow them.

  He wondered about rethinking his tactics. Maybe he’d treat it like a jail break, taking what he wanted and then running back south.

  Even thinking that way made his stomach churn. It was counter to the precepts of free trade. “I am Free Trader Braden!” he yelled toward the sky. Micah looked at him oddly. She could hear his thoughts as he worked through the problem. She understood that he wanted to keep the north as part of the trade route. She was willing to go there once. They hadn’t agreed on anything besides this one trip. Maybe that was what caused him so much grief.

  “Braden, relax. We’ll try it your way first, but we’ll keep our blasters close by. They’re coded to our palms, so no one will be able to use them, but I don’t want to leave any Old Tech behind. From what you’ve said, they aren’t ready,” Micah argued.

  Braden held up his hands in surrender and smiled at his partner. He knew that if she pressed hard enough, he’d give in. They shared the same goals, and there were always different ways to get there. She had his back, always. She was in his mind, always.

  He could ask for nothing more than that. “We need to work on your Free Trader negotiation skills. I’m not sure, ‘accept this fair trade or I’ll beat you up’ approach will always work, although if they see you in action, you’ll probably get what you want,” he said slyly, trying to goad her into one of their rather gratifying play-fights.

  “I know what you’re trying to do, lover, and it’s not going to work,” she parried with a grin. “I’ll follow the Free Trader’s lead. We’ll make the trades, handshakes all the way around, and we will go on our merry way.”

  “That’s the plan exactly.” Braden reached out to shake on the deal. Micah grabbed his arm, pulled him close, and started unfastening his shirt.

  ‘You two! Again? Let’s think about the trip to find Hillcats,’ G-War interjected.

  In the end, Braden got what he wanted without having to resort to any tricks. It turned out that Micah got what she wanted, too.

  Holly had to wait for Braden and Micah to make their way to the Command Center before he could try to convince them to replace their neural implants. Braden was susceptible. Micah tried to steer him away from Dr. Johns and the other survivors from Cygnus VI, but in the end, it was inevitable.

  Once there, they reviewed images of the entire route, including the new Oasis 03, with expanding fields and one new building. Oasis 02 also had a small lake, filled with life-giving water and the first hints of vegetation.

  If they could establish Oasis 04 as the ancients had planned, then the trip would be less hazardous, almost to the point of being a pleasant journey. Braden told Holly to add that to the list of developments. Micah shook her head. She wasn’t sure they wanted to take the plunge to establish full relations with the north yet. She didn’t know what the people there were like. She ordered Holly to wait until they returned.

  Holly suggested he wouldn’t have to wait if they informed him by way of their neural implants. They could make their way unerringly through the desert, Devanney’s Barren, with the locational ability of the devices. He could also track them to ensure they were okay. If necessary, he could have a Security Bot standing by.

  Braden argued strongly against that. Even the hint of a Bot would drive the northern residents into a frenzy. They’d start a war in no time, and Braden and Micah would be powerless to stop it. The allure of Old Tech was legendary in the north. Braden and Micah intended to keep their Old Tech hidden, while using it to help themselves.

  Holly suggested once again that he could replace Braden’s missing fingers, but Braden refused. The neural implant was one thing, but Old Tech fingers was something completely different. Holly said that it wasn’t, both were products of well-researched medical science. Braden turned down the fingers, but the neural implant…

  There was no argument at all. The technology’s attraction was too strong and their need too great. Both Braden and Micah agreed to have the implants reinstalled. They went straight to the Med Lab for the procedure, where Holly walked them through everything that would happen. None of it was new.

  They awoke to the strange yet familiar sensation of a constant presence in their heads. They were surprised to find that there was no disorientation this time. Braden checked his medical vitals in the window before his eye, pleased with what he saw. He opened a few folders, found Dr. Johns, and sent him a short message, to which the doctor quickly replied.

  Braden seemed too pleased, like a child with a new toy.

  Micah’s pulse quickened as she watched. She climbed down from the bed in the Medical Laboratory and gripped Braden’s arm firmly, shaking him. “I will beat you senseless if you disappear into Holly’s world!” she threatened, half seriously. “The real world is out here, partner mine.”

  “And that’s why I love you,” Braden said as he minimized the neural implant’s window, grinning broadly while focused on Micah
’s face. “I’d be a wreck without you. I’d still be on that spaceship with the monkeys dining on my carcass.”

  “Probably, lover,” Micah jibed. “Dr. Johns is waiting for us. Let’s see what he has, and then let’s get back into the sun. I could use a swim.”

  Construction of Something Incredible

  Braden and Micah returned to the Command Center where Dr. Johns took them on a journey into the world of space flight. They didn’t understand a single word of it. He showed them diagrams, computer models, and all kinds of fantastic things. They stopped him after a short while, thanking him for his impressive work, but asked why he was talking to them about space flight. Braden and Micah had completely different priorities.

  “But, Master President, you need to know what the future holds! I wanted to give you the background because we’ve already started construction,” Dr. Johns said with a smile while a number of his people nodded excitedly behind him.

  Two cycles ago, the thought of building a spacecraft would have been inconceivable, but now, they accepted it and congratulated Dr. Johns and his people on the prospects that their new engine could bring.

  “So this new ship you’re building will take you beyond this solar system?”

  “Oh, no. I must not have been clear. We’re building a ship to take us into orbit. Once there, we’ll build the real ship with the new engine. Leaving the planet takes too much fuel and a completely different structure, so a ship that does it all isn’t practical. So I guess we’re building two ships. Once we get out there and have a shuttle system, we’ll use the Traveler as a space station where our workers will reside. We’ll need to build the new ship in the asteroid field where the raw materials for its construction will be close by. That’s the plan.” Dr. Johns beamed with pride.

  “That was the perfect brief, Dr. Johns!” Micah told him. “I have to apologize that we get lost on the technical stuff, but when you distill it to what you just told us, without the computer, then it makes more sense. Two ships. Building one here and one in orbit. Got it.”

  “It’s not far. If you ride those horse creatures, you can visit and be back before lunch,” Dr. Johns offered.

  “Who’s out there overseeing construction?” Braden asked, confused because he thought all the humans were still at New Sanctuary.

  “Oh, no one, of course. We monitor everything from here. The factory is producing a couple hover cars and a truck for us to travel back and forth once the spaceship has reached a certain stage of production. Those won’t be ready for another month, but we shouldn’t need them for about six months. Within two years, we should be able to test the engines and within three, we’ll be back in space.” Dr. Johns beamed with joy at the progress they were making.

  Micah thought it ironic how they were dying on Cygnus VI and had to be rescued. Now, all they thought about was getting back into space. Once the threat was removed, they returned to their natural state as scientists with the lofty goal of building the engine they spent four hundred turns developing.

  “How can we refuse?” Braden answered because Dr. Johns’ face fell with Micah’s delay. He instantly perked up, shook both their hands, and ran off to coordinate something or other.

  “I guess the swim will wait,” Micah surrendered. Braden ushered her quickly to the elevator before they were delayed further. The humans living in New Sanctuary preferred being inside, where Braden and Micah thought of it as a form of punishment.

  The elevator delivered them to the oasis where it was overcast, but they didn’t think it would rain.

  “Let’s collect our horse creatures and go for a ride!” Braden quipped.

  The horses were at the farthest end of the field, but Brandt was more than accommodating in running after them to herd the two back toward the lake. Their saddles were stored in the maintenance shed and Braden recovered both, putting them in the open. The twins had already talked with Max and Speckles, so they were on their way by the time the King of the Aurochs reached them. The three trotted back together.

  Ax and ‘Tesh were patiently waiting at the edge of the lake, under the watchful eye of the young Rabbits. As one of the generations born on Vii, they wore the harness but didn’t carry laser pistols. The Rabbits were happy making agreements with others for protection while they focused on the fields and personal harmony.

  The horses were happy to have something to do. Once saddled, they were chomping at the bit to run. Brandt would join them, but the twins stayed behind with Aadi giving them their lessons for the day. Heloysis and Luciana were trying to rally the wild rabbits, but with no luck. They were just as afraid of the large Rabbits as they were the rest of the creatures who lived around the oasis.

  Luciana suspected it was G-War’s doing, while the Hawkoids mysteriously disappeared during the berating the Rabbits gave the ‘cat. G-War admitted nothing, but wouldn’t deny anything either. He said the whole issue was beneath him.

  Braden knew it was the ‘cat’s fault, with his accomplices, Skirill and Zyena. The Hawkoids needed to eat often and the ground squirrel population didn’t survive the first cycle of the seasons. They tried to leave the wild rabbits alone so they wouldn’t upset the intelligent Rabbits, but hunger got the best of them.

  Braden decided that a retreat would forestall further conversation on the issue, so he asked Ax to tell the horses to run south to the construction site. The two horses dug into the sand as they raced toward the open area surrounding the oasis that was New Sanctuary. G-War easily caught up and vaulted into Braden’s lap so he could enjoy the ride. If they stopped, he’d climb on the King’s head and take his usual spot.

  They took a break around mid-morning to stretch their legs. Even G-War jumped down and ran around the group, getting the kinks out of his scarred orange body. He remained lean from hunting his own food, chasing the children, his as well as those from the others. The Hawkoid chicks were a real treat since they could always fly faster than he could run. He had to come up with inventive ways to keep them entertained, which usually meant running at high speed through heavy brush, changing directions often.

  When they resumed their trip, G-War magically appeared on Brandt’s head, which always brought forth a chuckle from Braden. The scruffy-looking orange ‘cat crouched or curled between the ears of the King, watching ahead or feigning sleeping.

  As soon as they crested the first hill after their break, they saw the construction site. They hadn’t realized that they were almost on top of it. Micah was happy that Braden hadn’t used the neural implant to pinpoint their location.

  “I should have, though! I forgot I had it,” he replied.

  “No, you shouldn’t have. How easy was it to get here without it?” she gently corrected him. He nodded with a smile. Braden wouldn’t have the luxury of growing overly dependent on Old Tech; Micah would keep him from descending too far into a technical wonderland.

  They couldn’t see anything resembling the pictures of the spaceship that Dr. Johns had showed them. It looked like a big foundation for a building with some metal structures taking shape. A large lay-down area had been established for placing various sizes and shapes of metal. They saw an entrance to an underground section. They turned the horses loose and walked to the complex, where they were met by a Security Bot who welcomed them and handed them over to a special Development Bot, shaped with multiple arms and other appendages.

  The Development Bot led them on a tour of the facility, speaking to them through the neural implant. The underground section was being developed as its own factory complex linked to Holly and New Sanctuary. The metal sections had been mined, refined, and worked in the underground facility. As the facility expanded, it would build more technically advanced parts for the ship. The most complex parts would be built at New Sanctuary and transported to the construction site for installation when the time was right.

  The ship itself consisted of the parts and pieces on the ground, which made up a total of one percent of the ship’s construction. The Bots had a
lot of work to do before even a hint of a spaceship would appear on the pad. Braden and Micah thanked the Bot for showing the facilities. They shrugged, climbed back on their horses, and departed. Neither thought the trip worth it, but they wouldn’t tell Dr. Johns that. It was important to him and probably important to the future of Vii, but at this point in time, it meant little to Braden and Micah.

  Blooding the Pups

  Lunch on the beach consisted of their favorite, cheese omelets with hash browns, provided by the fabricator. After that, they loaded the children into the cart and gathered the rest of the companions for a trip to see the Wolfoids. Skirill and Zyena flew ahead, while Max pulled the cart. The two young Rabbits had never visited Livestel and were eager to get to their new home.

  They were in for a treat. Micah told them to stay in the cart until the pups could be told who they were. Running for your life was no way to enjoy a peaceful visit.

  With Brandt’s encouragement, the group made short work of the trip, arriving by dinner time. There was a fire going and the spit was set up, but nothing was cooking, which surprised the humans. G-War’s hackles rose and his tail twitched, even as Bounder, Gray Strider, and Shredder approached.

  Micah could feel their excitement. Braden could feel his mate’s, but he didn’t know what it was all about. He took the easy way. “What’s going on?” he asked.

  ‘Blooding of the pups!’ Bounder exclaimed, then strode off boldly, followed by the others, who yipped as they walked. Braden and Micah lifted their children from the cart and held them, even though they wanted to get down. Even G-War, Klytus, and Shauna stayed up high, opting for the top of one of the few single-story buildings. Most were two-story, with a few taller buildings scattered about.

  “I don’t understand. Everyone acts like you know what he’s talking about,” Braden complained.

  “I’m sorry. When we were on the ship and you were unconscious, we had a lot of time to talk. It’s the ritual each litter undergoes to become full members of the pack. They have to hunt a creature and make a kill. On the ship, they used their domestic hogs, but here, they’ve been able to capture a few wild boars and this will be the first blooding off the ship!”