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

by Craig Martelle

  Micah had never been challenged like that before and it frightened her, but not so much that she lost her edge.. She rose to meet the warrior, thrust, parry, slash, block, counterattack. The swords rang as the battle raged. Braden worked his way into the corridor behind her and readied his bow.

  When you’re fighting for your life, everything is fair. The man dumped a decorative vase of flowers on the floor in front of Micah and stepped back, trying to draw her into the water, to make her slip. But she’d been thinking the same thing. She stepped back and waved him toward her, seeing if he’d take the bait. It also gave her a much needed break, she gasped for air, but to her credit, he was also winded.

  G-War couldn’t wait any longer he bolted into the hallway and darted past the two, disappearing around the corner.

  ‘Micah, lean left and I have a shot,’ Braden told her using his thought voice. She didn’t want to for the sake of honor, but they couldn’t get trapped. They needed to move.

  She lunged low, distracting her opponent and forcing him backwards, clearing a small space between the two and eliminating the chance of a return thrust. He loosed his arrow the instant the target was clear.

  The arrow hit metal somewhere beneath the man’s shirt, staggering him, but not penetrating. Delavigne’s laser burned a hole in the man’s face. He screamed as he dropped his sword and grabbed at the hole. Braden’s second arrow disappeared between the man’s forearms, tearing through his exposed throat.

  ‘Follow me!’ G-War encouraged and without further hesitation, they ran headlong down the corridor and around the corner. Open rooms were on the left and right, but they ignored those and ran straight into a receiving room at the front of the house, the place where the main door opened into. Two men stood there waiting, using their swords to hold G-War at bay. Micah and Zeller never hesitated as they took the battle to them. Swords clanged as the battle started to take shape.

  Micah was tired and the man, clearly her equal with a sword, was fresh. He beat her sword back and with a vicious slash across her chest, she went down. Braden fired an arrow from point blank range. It drove through whatever metal armor was beneath the man’s shirt, embedding firmly. The swordsman held his sword up while he struggled with his left hand to pull on the arrow, attempting to free it. Laser beams lashed out, striking him repeatedly. Patrice and Delavigne stood upright, noses twitching and ears forward as they watched the man collapse.

  Zeller was being driven back, but the other swordsman had seen what happened and angled to keep Zeller between him and the companions. It seemed like he was playing with her, nicking her arms, a shoulder, and drawing a line across one cheek. She started to fear him, the biggest step toward losing a fight.

  ‘He’s stalling until the others get here,’ G-War announced to no one’s surprise.

  With Nerise behind him, the Rabbits angled along the wall toward the front door. Their laser pistols hovered between the fight and an upper balcony where someone could appear and wreak havoc on those below. Braden drew his bow, aiming his arrow past Zeller, but the other swordsman was too wily. He bobbed and weaved, refusing to make himself a target.

  Braden wanted to end it. He knew Micah was still alive, but she was hurt. His neural implant flashed incessantly but he couldn’t open it. He needed to see everything before and around him.

  ‘Zeller, jump backwards and fall to the floor,’ Braden insisted. She hesitated, earning herself another nick on her arm. She threw her sword at the man’s face as she jumped backward, rolling into Braden’s leg. He was releasing his arrow as she hit and it pulled his aim far to the left.

  They were close enough together that the arrow hit the man in his forearm. He winced and his arm quivered, but he didn’t drop his sword. He shook his arm as if that would make the arrow fall out. The Rabbits’ laser beams danced along his body as they fired repeated short bursts. He looked confused as he fell, the last thoughts of a hard man that was killed by a Rabbit.

  Braden threw his recurve bow to the floor as he pulled his partner to him. She wore the light Old Tech shirt. It wasn’t full armor, but provided some protection. Blood ran freely from the wound. Micah was out cold and Braden didn’t know why. He fumbled for his numbweed while the others arrayed themselves around the two humans, protecting them with their bodies.

  Bounder and Gray Strider hadn’t been able to engage the enemy and that put them on edge. They felt ready for the next fight, eager to end the battle and finish the war.

  Braden spread the numbweed across Micah’s wound before seeing that she bled profusely from the back of her head. She had to have hit it on the floor when she fell. He added a little numbweed there as he cradled her in his lap, rocking as a small child would. He hugged her tightly to him.

  “So,” a voice intruded on their thoughts from the balcony, “this is what we’re fighting against? A bunch of mutants armed with Old Tech. It disgusts me. Your days are over, muties,” the Sergeant-at-Arms taunted. His sword was in his scabbard as he leaned on the railing looking down. His man, the last swordsman, stood with steel bared, at the ready.

  ‘G?’ Braden asked as he let anger flow into him, replacing his grief.

  ‘He wants to kill you and Micah. He doesn’t think he can win the battle, unless he can get your blasters or the laser pistols from our Rabbit friends,’ G-War enlightened the companions over the mindlink. Braden picked up his bow as he stood, nocking an arrow and pulling the back while still behind Bounder’s shaggy hide. Bounder stepped aside at the last instant and Braden fired, taking the swordsman through his eye. He dropped instantly.

  The Sergeant-at-Arms flinched as the arrow raced past him and into his fellow.

  “Looks like you’re all alone and your words ring hollow. I know you want some of this Old Tech for yourself, but that’s not going to happen, so if you would be so kind as to lay on the floor so we can be about our business, we’d appreciate it,” Braden offered.

  “We both know that I can’t do that. I’m sworn to protect the man behind these doors. Come on, now, let’s see what you’ve got.” The man smoothly drew his sword, checked its edge and slashed it through the air as he stepped away from the railing and out of sight. Bounder jumped toward the curving staircase landing in the middle. With one more bound, he landed on the top step, spear held firmly in his front hands/paws. He crouched, waving the point in a figure eight before him.

  The master swordsman assessed the Wolfoid before stepping forward, feinting and parrying. Bounder didn’t take the bait. He kept the point of his spear moving, waiting to get on better footing. The man stepped back and swung his sword in a wide and heavy arc. It hit Bounder’s spear right behind the tip. Instead of shearing off the point as he’d intended, it clanged off the metal beneath the wood exterior of the Wolfoid’s spear.

  “What the hell?” the man exclaimed, having been stymied in his attack.

  Bounder moved forward stabbing rapidly high, low, and back again. The man parried the furious attack. He snarled as he pulled a small knife and prepared to attack the Wolfoid with both weapons. Bounder realized that he probably could not beat this man in a straight fight as that attack was the best he had and all it did was make the Sergeant-at-Arms angry.

  Bounder lined the man up against the door and activated his weapon from a range of less than an arm’s length. The Sergeant-at-Arms’ body absorbed the full lightning blast, which blew his sparking and smoking corpse through the doors and onto the floor before a great chair where a man with a scowl was seated.

  The Wolfoid leveled his spear at the man and waited.

  Thunder struck the building, making it shake to its very foundation as the King of the Aurochs rammed the main door, ripping it from the frame. His great head looked into the room, seeing two wide-eyed Rabbits sheltering Nerise a hand-span from where the shattered door lay. Braden stood over Micah as she started to come to. Zeller positioned herself between them and the balcony, her sword at the ready as blood trickled from wounds all around her body.

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bsp; Brandt bugled his displeasure at the harm that had befallen his friends, but he could come no closer. His body wouldn’t fit.

  “Protect her,” Braden growled with a forced smile. He nodded to Zeller and the Rabbits.

  Braden tightened his grip on his bow, nocked an arrow, and slowly walked up the steps.

  Gray Strider and Bounder let him pass so Braden could enter the great room where Governor Anderle conducted the business of defiling the north.

  The Governor sat on his chair as if it were a throne. Servants cowered along the walls. Two young men, the spitting image of their father, stood to either side of the chair. The youngest tucked his long black hair behind his ear and held his sword up as if begging Braden to fight him.

  Braden slowly drew his bow back taking aim at the man in the chair, then changed aim and loosed the arrow at the boy, ripping the sword from his hand as fear flashed across his young face.

  “That’s right, son,” Braden said. “That’s how quickly you can die.” The Wolfoids entered the room and took positions at Braden's side. The boys shuffled nervously. G-War strolled in and walked along the wall, past the frightened servants. He jumped onto a side table and sat, seemingly disinterested in the affairs of humans.

  “The easy answer is kill you, but I think there’s been enough killing this day,” Braden said, trying to calm himself, but the thought of how this man stopped the trade infuriated him. The thought of Micah on the floor below made him want to end this and go to her.

  ‘Anything, G?’

  ‘Just wait, help is coming,’ the ‘cat said mysteriously.

  Jocelyn

  The Governor’s face worked as if he wanted to say something, but couldn’t get the words out. The youngest boy left his sword on the floor while the other held his far to the side, expecting it to be shot from his hand at any moment. The Wolfoids had their spears leveled at the dark-haired man in the chair. Braden had one of his last arrows ready to draw and fire.

  A side door opened and an elegant woman walked in. She wore only a bath robe, holding the hand of a little girl. They looked around the room. She nodded to Braden and the Wolfoids. The little girl struggled against her mother’s hand as she wanted to run to the creature holding the spear.

  “My name is Jocelyn,” she said proudly.

  “Get out!” the Governor yelled. Braden fired an arrow that skimmed the man’s neck and thudded deeply through the padding and into the chair behind him. He clamped his mouth shut as fire burned behind his eyes.

  She gave up fighting with her daughter and let her go. The little girl ran past the spear and threw her arms around Gray Strider’s neck, hugging her fully as only a child could. Jocelyn smiled and strolled across the room. She scratched behind G-War’s ears. “You talked with me.”

  ‘Yes, my lady,’ G-War replied formally. Braden was surprised. G-War was usually such an ass. The ‘cat looked at him with disdain.

  “And you’re here to bring back trade?” she asked, turning to face Braden. He saw sadness in her eyes, while her face held the potential for a quick laugh and a twinkling smile.

  “I’m Free Trader Braden and yes, we are here to restore trade, give the people their lives back,” he said as he looked at the man on the throne.

  “Boys, go to your room,” she said firmly. They protested and their father put a hand on each of them, refusing to let them go.

  “If you don’t go, then you’ll get to see your father die and that will happen in three heartbeats if you don’t go now. I’ve let this go on long enough and can abide no more,” she said. She didn’t raise her voice, but it was loud and profound. The Governor released his sons. The older boy dropped his sword as both boys ran off.

  Leah finally stopped hugging Gray Strider, nuzzling the Wolfoid’s muzzle as she stepped back and looked adoringly at her new friend. She skipped past Braden to give Bounder the same treatment. He wanted to maintain his vigil, but Gray Strider growled at him. He raised his spear while the little girl waited impatiently. He bent down and she launched herself at him, hanging on to his thick neck. She couldn’t quite get her arms all the way around, so he cradled her with his foreleg and stood up, holding her to him.

  Jocelyn approached Bounder, tickling her daughter’s ear, while looking deep into Bounder’s eyes. He felt as if she looked into his soul, relieved when she smiled and gently scratched his neck.

  Braden hazarded a look at the Governor. The man fingered his sword as if preparing to battle those in the room. Jocelyn turned to face her husband. She pointed her finger at him and glared until he stopped fidgeting.

  “I apologize to you, Free Trader, for forcing you to come here to save us from ourselves. I saw what he was doing, but retreated into myself and ignored what he was doing. I don’t know the extent of the damage that he’s done, but the fact that you are here, fighting for the people who are not your own, tells me how serious it is.” She looked at the floor, kicking something with her toe. She glanced at the charred body of the Sergeant-at-Arms emotionlessly, before returning her gaze to Braden.

  “I’m from here. My parents were members of the Caravan Guild. I was raised on the trade routes in the north. I live in the south now with my family, with my friends,” Braden said, looking at those in the room who’d made the long journey with him. On cue, Brandt bugled, happily this time. They turned to see Micah, one arm draped over Zeller’s shoulder as both women struggled onto the landing outside the door. Braden draped his bow over his shoulder, putting the arrow back in its quiver as he went to them.

  He helped Micah into the room. She smiled weakly as he set her into a chair along the wall as the servants stood nearby, trying to look inconspicuous. Her eyes were still unfocused, but color had returned to her face. The wound on her chest had stopped bleeding, but it needed to be sewn shut.

  Jocelyn watched Braden as he carefully and tenderly ministered to his partner.

  “We used to be like that,” Jocelyn started. “I don’t know what happened, but it doesn’t matter. I think our relationship has come to an end.” She held her hand palm up, asking Braden for his blaster.

  “It won’t work for you. It’s keyed only for Micah and me.”

  “Shame.” She let her hand drop. She leaned around Braden to see the Rabbits enter, Nerise walking carefully between them and studiously avoiding looking at the corpse on the floor.

  Leah wiggled until Bounder put her down, and she ran to the newcomers. Leah hugged each of the Rabbits, and then the children introduced themselves, holding hands as they talked. The Rabbits hopped in place, just enough to show their pleasure as they watched the children.

  “I missed that too, the joy of being alive. Sometimes we don’t even realize what we’ve given up until we see it again.”

  “So what do we do now?” Braden asked, believing that Jocelyn was the way ahead for Jefferson City, for the north.

  They looked at each other as Governor Anderle found his voice. “All of you will go to jail for violating the law of carrying weapons in the city! You will be tried for your murder of the good people here and you will be executed!” he screamed, almost hysterically.

  Micah pulled her blaster and dialed a narrow beam. Braden put his hand on the weapon and shook his head.

  The Governor stood and raised his sword as he moved to strike his wife. She dodged in fear as the Wolfoids thrust their spears into the man’s body. His sword arm froze over his head until the blade dropped from nerveless fingers, clattering as it hit the floor. Bounder and Gray Strider pulled back, ripping their spears from the man who stood there, perplexed by his imminent death. He fell to his knees, eyes pleading with the raven-haired beauty before him. She shook her head once, staring into his eyes as he toppled.

  Braden pulled out his needle and thread and got to work on the vicious slash across Micah’s chest.

  A New Governor

  “I really don’t want to be the Governor,” Jocelyn pleaded with Braden and Micah.

  It had been seven turns since Governor
Anderle’s demise and the city was barely returning to normal. Anderle had ordered that most of the Caravan Guild be executed, but the remaining members committed to help Braden restore free trade. Jocelyn was surprised to find out that Micah was the President of Vii. She happily deferred, hoping the newcomers would stay, until she heard that Braden and Micah’s children were in the south.

  “We need you to make sure that no one takes their freedoms away again. Government’s job is to create the conditions for people to succeed on their own. Let them work and serve each other and the people will find their own way back to a better place,” Micah counselled. “And the fact that you don’t want the job makes you perfect for it.”

  Although Nerise was nearly twice Leah’s age, the two had become fast friends. Jocelyn insisted on raising the little girl. Nerise was torn. She wanted to stay with the Rabbits and Braden and Micah, but wasn’t sure about going to an entire new land. She was more comfortable in Jefferson City.

  The companions recovered Pony and moved him closer to Nerise in the Governor’s Mansion, recently renamed as the People’s Hall.

  To make the transition easiest, Patrice and Delavigne agreed to stay with Jocelyn and her family. Braden tried in vain to talk them out of it.

  ‘We’ve seen their fields. They need help, and Patrice is pregnant again. I think we shouldn’t travel.’ Braden smirked. A Rabbit was pregnant again. He shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was. They congratulated their friends on the great news. Jocelyn, Nerise, and Leah could all talk with the Rabbits, thanks to a little mental tweaking from G-War. Patrice and Delavigne wouldn’t be alone. Braden was sorry to see them stay behind, but it was their decision. All intelligent creatures had the right to determine their own destiny.