Renegade Fleet

by J. N. Chaney

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Good.” She turned and walked away, pausing a moment as she reached the corner and continued until she was out of sight.

  The man pulled out a board with a piece of paper on it. “When you go through here, head straight to the back of the hall. A guard there will take you to see Colonel Bishop. Just do what they say and answer everything with either ‘Yes, sir’ or ‘No, sir,’ and you’ll be fine. Understand?”

  Terry didn’t understand, but he nodded anyway.

  The man pushed open the door with his arm and leg, holding it there and waiting. “Right through here you go,” he said.

  Terry entered, reluctantly, and the door closed quickly behind him.

  The building, full of the same metal and shades of brown and gray that held together the rest of the city, rose higher than any other building Terry had ever been in. Around the room, perched walkways circled the walls, cluttered with doors and hallways that branched off into unknown regions. Along the walkways, dozens of people walked back and forth as busily as they had in the train station. More importantly, Terry quickly realized, most of them were men.

  For so long, the only men he had seen were the maintenance workers who came and went or the occasional teacher who visited the children when they were nearing their birthdays. It was so rare to see any men at all, especially in such great numbers. Maybe they’re all teachers, he thought. They weren’t dressed like the workers: white coats and some with brown jackets—thick jackets with laced boots and bodies as stiff as the walls. Maybe that was what teachers wore. How could he know? He had never met one besides Mr. Huxley, and that was months ago.

  “Well, don’t just stand there, gawking,” said a voice from the other end of the room. It was another man, dressed the same as the others. “Go on in through here.” He pointed to another door, smaller than the one Terry had entered from. “Everyone today gets to meet the colonel. Go on now. Hurry up. You don’t want to keep him waiting.”

  Terry did as the man said and stepped through the doorway, his footsteps clanking against the hard metal floor, echoing through what sounded like the entire building.

  “Well, come in, why don’t you?” came a voice from inside.

  Terry stepped cautiously into the room, which was much nicer than the entranceway. It was clean, at least compared to some of the other places Terry had been, including his own home. The walls held several shelves, none of which lacked for any company of things; various ornaments caught Terry’s eye, like the little see-through globe on the shelf nearest to the door, which held a picture of a woman’s face inside, although some of it was faded and hard to make out. There was also a crack in it. What purpose could such a thing have? Terry couldn’t begin to guess. Next to it lay a frame with a small, round piece of metal inside of it. An inscription below the glass read, “U.S. Silver Dollar, circa 2064.” Terry could easily read the words, but he didn’t understand them. What was this thing? And why was it so important that it needed to be placed on a shelf for everyone to look at?

  “I said come in,” said Bishop abruptly. He sat at the far end of the room behind a large brown desk. Terry had forgotten he was even there. “I didn’t mean for you to stop at the door. Come over here.”

  Terry hurried closer, stopping a few feet in front of the desk.

  “I’m Colonel Bishop. You must be Terrance,” said the man. “I’ve been wondering when you were going to show up.” He wore a pair of thin glasses and had one of the larger pads in his hand. “Already seven. Imagine that.”

  “Yes, sir,” Terry said, remembering the doorman’s words.

  The colonel was a stout man, a little wider than the others. He was older, too, Terry guessed. He may have been tall, but it was difficult to tell without seeing his whole body. “I expect you’re hoping to begin your classes now,” said Bishop.

  “Yes, sir,” he said.

  “You say that, but you don’t really know what you’re saying yes to, do you?”

  The question seemed more like a statement, so Terry didn’t answer. He only stood there. Who was this man? Is this how school was supposed to be?

  “Terrance, let me ask you something,” said the colonel, taking a moment. “Did your mother tell you anything about this program you’re going into?”

  Terry thought about the question for a moment. “Um, she said you come to school on your birthday,” he said. “And that it’s just like it is at home, except there’s more kids like me.”

  Colonel Bishop blinked. “That’s right, I suppose. What else did she say?”

  “That when it was over, I get to go back home,” he said.

  “And when did she say that was?”

  Terry didn’t answer.

  Colonel Bishop cocked an eyebrow. “Well? Didn’t she say?”

  “No, sir,” muttered Terry.

  The man behind the desk started chuckling. “So you don’t know how long you’re here for?”

  “No, sir.”

  Colonel Bishop set the pad in his hand down. “Son, you’re here for the next ten years.”

  A sudden rush swelled up in Terry’s chest and face. What was Bishop talking about? Of course Terry was going home. He couldn’t stay here. “But I promised my sister I’d be home today,” he said. “I have to go back.”

  “Too bad,” said the colonel. “Your Mother really did you a disservice by not telling you. But don’t worry. We just have to get you started.” He tapped the pad on his desk, and the door opened. A cluster of footsteps filled the hall before two large men appeared, each wearing the same brown coats as the rest. “Well, that was fast,” he said.

  One of the men saluted. “Yes, sir. No crying with the last one. Took her right to her room without incident.”

  Terry wanted to ask who the last one was, and why it should be a good thing that she didn’t cry. Did other kids cry when they came to this school? What kind of place was this?

  “Well, hopefully Terrence here will do the same,” said Bishop. He looked at Terry. “Right? You’re not going to give us any trouble, are you?”

  Terry didn’t know what to do or what to say. All he could think about was getting far away from here. He didn’t want to go with the men. He didn’t want to behave. All he wanted to do was go home.

  But he couldn’t, not anymore. He was here in this place with nowhere to go. No way out. He wanted to scream, to yell at the man behind the desk and his two friends, and tell them about how stupid it was for them to do what they were doing.

  He opened his mouth to explain, to scream as loud as he could that he wouldn’t go. But in that moment, the memory of the doorman came back to him, and instead of yelling, he repeated the words he’d been told before. “No, sir,” he said softly.

  Bishop smiled, nodding at the two men in the doorway. “Exactly what I like to hear.”

  *******

  April 14, 2339

  The Academy, Central

  “Stick out your arm,” said the nurse.

  The needle pierced Terry’s skin, and he flinched. The nurse filled a small vial of his blood. “What’s it for?” he asked.

  “Tests,” the nurse said, detaching the vial and replacing it with another. Once it was full, she handed the vials to a young man. “Mark, hurry and label these. Put them with the rest.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” said Mark. He picked up the vials, and disappeared into the back room.

  “What kind of tests?” Terry asked.

  “Easy, honey,” she said. “We do it for every new student.”

  “But why?” he asked.

  “Because we just do,” the nurse said plainly. “Now why don’t you go tell the boys in the hall that you’re ready, okay? We’re all done here.”

  Terry nodded and went to the door. He opened it to find the same two men who brought him here still standing in silence. Had they been waiting for him this entire time?

  “Finished?” one of them asked.

  “I think so,” Terry said.

  W
hen it was time for sleep, they led him to a room with two beds. “This is your room,” one of the men said.

  “When can I go home?” Terry asked.

  But there was no answer, only a closed door. They had left him alone. All alone for the first time since he awoke that morning and saw his sister and—

  Janice. She must be so confused right now, wondering where he was, why he never came home. She’ll cry, he thought. Cry and plead with Mother until she falls asleep or passes out because that’s how she is. She’s so little, and now she’s alone. Sure, she’s got Mother, but when was that ever enough?

  Suddenly there was a loud flushing sound. It came from the other side of the room, behind a wall with an open door where a light shone. Terry walked to the door, staring at the knob, waiting. After a moment, the knob turned and another boy stepped through.

  He was taller than Terry, his chin a little thicker. He had short black hair and looked as surprised as Terry to find another person on the other side of the door. “Uh, hi,” he muttered. “What are you doing in my room?”

  Terry looked around at the two beds. He felt like an idiot for not seeing them both before. One had a bag at the end of it, with the sheets and blanket already laid out. Of course somebody was already there. How could he not have noticed? “They told me this was my room.”

  “Oh, I thought it was all for me.”

  “Sorry,” said Terry.

  “That’s okay,” said the boy as he walked to the side of his bed and sat. “To be honest, I was getting kind of bored. All the other kids got roommates, but they stuck me in here all by myself with nothing to do.”

  “What other kids?” asked Terry.

  “You know, the other students. Didn’t you see them?”

  Terry sat on his bed directly across the room from John’s. “No, you’re the first kid I’ve seen all day.”

  “Really?” asked John. “There’s about twenty of us, I think. Most got here early this morning. You’re kinda late.”

  “Am I the last one?” asked Terry. He didn’t like being late.

  “Dunno,” said the boy, shrugging. “They stuck me in here hours ago, and sent the rest to their own rooms. Anyway, I’m John.”

  “I’m Terry,” he said. “How long do we have to stay here? They told me it was ten years. Is it for real?”

  John nodded. “Until you’re seventeen.”

  Terry stared at the floor.

  “How long did you think it was?”

  “I thought I’d be back by the end of the day.”

  John didn’t say anything.

  “Why didn’t my mother tell me?”

  “Maybe she didn’t want to,” John said.

  Terry gripped the edge of his bed with his hand, squeezing it. “Well, she should’ve said something. Now my sister thinks I’m coming back, and I’m not. She’s going to think I left her alone.”

  “You have a sister?”

  “Yeah,” nodded Terry. “Janice. She’s four.”

  “I never had a sister,” said John. “Just an older brother. He graduated from the academy last year. When he came home, I got to meet him for the first time, and he told me all about this place.”

  “You’re lucky,” muttered Terry.

  “Lucky?”

  “Yeah, you knew before you got here.”

  “I guess,” said John, his voice a little softer. “But I only got to know my brother for a year. I won’t see him again until I’m seventeen. You got to spend four whole years with your sister. That’s lucky.”

  “Sorry,” said Terry. Of course John didn’t think he was lucky. He was probably hurting as much as Terry.

  “It’s okay,” said John. “And happy birthday, by the way.”

  “Thanks,” said Terry. “Is it yours today, too?”

  “Sure is. Me, you, and everyone else in our class.”

  “Really?” asked Terry. “Seems like a lot of birthdays.”

  John paused for a moment. “Actually, yeah, it kind of is.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “My brother told me before I got here everyone starts school on their birthday. But he also said when you get here, your class is already going on, because different kids are born at different times. The classes are based on what time of the year you’re born in.”

  “So?”

  “So if all of us have birthdays today, isn’t it kind of weird?”

  Terry shrugged. “All my mother said about birthdays was you went to school on them.”

  “It’s weird, though,” insisted John. “My brother said kids get here at different times, not all at once. It doesn’t make any sense if we’re all on the same day, does it?”

  Terry thought about this for a moment. “Maybe a lot of mothers just had babies all at the same time. Maybe our class is smaller than the other ones.”

  “So many maybes.”

  Terry sighed and leaned back against the wall. His feet dangled off the side of the bed. “What happens tomorrow?”

  “Orientation,” John said. “And we start our classes. That’s what they told me earlier.”

  “Nobody told me anything,” said Terry.

  “Probably because you were late,” said John. “When we got here, they lined us all up and explained it. Tomorrow’s orientation, then our first class.”

  “Anything else?” asked Terry.

  “Dinner,” said John, pointing to a clock next to his bed. “Ten more minutes until we eat.”

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  Books By J.N. Chaney

  The Variant Saga:

  The Amber Project

  Transient Echoes

  Hope Everlasting

  The Vernal Memory

  Renegade Star Series:

  Renegade Star

  Renegade Atlas

  Renegade Moon

  Renegade Lost

  Renegade Fleet

  Renegade Earth (May 2018)

  Standalone Books:

  Their Solitary Way

  The Other Side of Nowhere

  About The Author

  J. N. Chaney has a Master’s of Fine Arts in creative writing and fancies himself quite the Super Mario Bros. fan. When he isn’t writing or gaming, you can find him online at www.jnchaney.com.

  He migrates often but was last seen in Avon Park, Florida. Any sightings should be reported, as they are rare.

  Renegade Fleet is his tenth novel.