Ruin: A Seven Stars Novel (Dark Tide Trilogy Book 3)

by Dayne Edmondson

  Ruin

  Written by Dayne Edmondson

  Copyright 2017 Dayne Edmondson

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  Published by Dark Star Publishing

  Edited by Jennifer Ingman

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  Table of Contents

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  Chapter 1 - Fire and Light

  Chapter 2 - Matters of Confidence

  Chapter 3 - Vertigo

  Chapter 4 - Hard Entry

  Chapter 5 - Fire in the Deep

  Chapter 6 - Shadows of the Past

  Chapter 7- Abandon Hope

  Chapter 8 - Betrayal

  Chapter 9 - Bloodbath

  Chapter 10- Patience is a Virtue

  Chapter 11 - Family Reunion

  Chapter 12 - Vultures

  Chapter 13 -A Coup

  Chapter 14 - Dancing in the Moonlight

  Chapter 15 - Attempted Rescue

  Chapter 16 - Fighting Back

  Chapter 17 - Darkness Within

  Chapter 18 - Black Hole

  Chapter 19 - Reunited

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  Chapter 1 - Fire and Light

  A ball of reddish-yellow flame slammed into an invisible wall, curving around it. The flames flew outward and extinguished, leaving only the afterglow imprinted on Lieutenant Derek Jamison's retinas. The counter strike came in the form of a concentrated beam of light, which struck a hastily constructed barrier of earth. The dirt began to steam as the light burned it. Rocks rose from the ground to reinforce the wall of dirt, further slowing the light. In response, the light bent over the stone wall. A cry of frustration, and perhaps a twinge of pain, echoed from behind the wall.

  "You all right, Ash?" John asked.

  "You burnt my arm," she said indignantly.

  John dismissed her injury with a wave. "It'll heal."

  "I'll be sure to tell you that the next time you get a paper cut."

  "Hey, paper cuts are a whole different level of pain," John protested. "How is it a tiny cut can hurt so badly? That would be the worst way to go, death by a thousand little paper cuts."

  "Try giving birth," Ashley said, stepping out from behind the rock. Already the minor burn on her right arm was scabbing as the nanites worked to repair the damage. "Without pain medication."

  "You had the nanites."

  "A fat lot of good they did me."

  "Weren't you supposed to forget that time of your life? Like giving birth? It's like a defense mechanism, you forget the pain so you don't mind having more kids?"

  "I have a database in my brain." She tapped her head with her left hand. "I don't forget anything."

  "There's another mammal that never forgets," John mumbled to Derek as he went to grab a bottle from the bench.

  "What was that?" Ashley said, hands on her hips.

  "Nothing, dear."

  Ashley shook her head, stalked to her own bench and took a swig of water.

  "Do the two of you always spar every day? Even when you are in space? I imagine throwing flames and light beams around in space would be...dangerous."

  John chuckled. "Nah, we wrestle around in other ways aboard the Dauntless, but save the magic stuff for on the ground. Besides, there isn't a lot of light in the depths of space."

  Derek's cheeks heated but he was curious about one thing. "You can't control the light emitted by artificial light sources?"

  "It's harder," John began, "because although the light seems endless from an artificial light source, such as a glow lamp or ceiling light, if I draw too much energy from the source too quickly I risk burning out the light emitter. It works better when I have an entire room full of lights, then I can pull from multiple sources. Think of it like amperes when you're talking about electricity."

  "I got a D in engineering," Derek said.

  "So did I," John said, "a long time ago. But this is how my esteemed…"

  "You mean estranged," Ashley interjected.

  John quirked an eyebrow at her. "...brother-in-law explained it to me. He said a single light fixture might be the equivalent of two amps worth of current. If I draw more than that current of energy at a time, say ten amps, I will blow the fuse, extinguishing the lamp. But if I'm drawing light from ten fix lamps which are each two amps I have a total of twenty amps I can draw up to, meaning I can pew-pew more."

  "You sounded smart until those last two words," Ashley said dryly. "Jason would be proud."

  "You know it."

  "So I presume you don't like to control indoor light," Derek observed.

  "Nah, too much concentration, man. Gotta spread my consciousness around to pull in all these threads and merge them before I can output anything. It's not something I want to do unless it's an emergency. The sun, though, wee doggy the sun is limitless. If a lamp is 2 amps the sun is like a million. The current from the sun is never the problem, it's my own capacity that falters."

  "And the light from fire? Such as a torch. Can you control that light?"

  John shrugged. "It's the same principal. I can draw the light faster than the flame can generate it but all that does is cause a void of darkness around the flame because there's no filament or artificial source to overload. All available light from the torch is being drawn to me so none goes to anyone else. The same can happen with artificial lights if I draw right, every ounce of available light in without blowing a fuse."

  "It all sounds so complicated," Derek says. "I could never be a mage."

  "That's what I thought, all those years ago, my man. I was an ordinary dude, popular, on the football team, had a hot girlfriend," he pointed at Ashley. "Life was good. Then poof, there I am in a cave high up in the White Mountains, not an iota of light. We stumble around and find these trippy bracelets and put them on. Bam, life changed forever."

  "The bracelets gave you power?" Derek asked, furrowing his brows.

  "Nah, they gave us our nanites, which built the implants in our brains and let us live all this time. I don't know where the magic came from."

  "My brother speculates the magic was already in us when we were back on Earth," Ashley said. "He thinks we would have developed magic on Earth naturally. Though without proper training we would have been unlikely to unlock our full potential. Either that or there was something about Tar Ebon which triggered something inside of us that was dormant. Which would mean we only developed magic because we were on Tar Ebon."

  Derek opened his mouth to ask another question when movement to his right caught his e
ye. A young-looking man wearing black body armor approached. Ethan Edgerton. Commander of the 102nd Airborne and son of Ashley and John Edgerton.

  He strode right up to his father, who had turned to face him. "Did you punch one of my soldiers?" he asked through gritted teeth.

  "Ethan!" Ashley scolded. "That is no way to speak to your father."

  John held up his hand upright to forestall Ashley's words. "You know the answer to that already, son," he replied coolly. "So why ask?"

  "I want to know why."

  "Then why didn't you say, 'hey Dad, why did you punch one of my soldiers in the face?' Why the runaround?"

  Ethan clenched his fists in addition to his jaw. "Fine. Why did you punch one of my soldiers?"

  "In the face," John prompted, making a circular motion with his index finger like a parent would to prompt a child to spit out what they were going to say.

  Ethan stood silent, waiting for an answer.

  Derek looked around for something, anything, he could use to distract them and de-escalate the situation.

  John sighed and continued. "All right, all right, I'll tell you since you asked so nicely." He gestured back toward the temporary barracks housing the 102nd. "I was going along, minding my own business, when out of the blue this snot-nosed Marine bumps into me."

  "That 'snot-nosed Marine' is a battle-hardened veteran with years of experience," Ethan protested.

  Derek resisted the urge to snort. Even Marines could be pig-headed or 'snot-nosed.'

  "Well that battle-hardened veteran could use a lesson in manners. As I was saying, the bugger bumps into me and instead of apologizing tells me to watch where I'm going. Now, I'm an easy-going guy," he spread his arms wide, "but I clearly had the right of way and he bumped into me. So I said 'I'm not the one who needed to be watching.' That didn't set well with the guy." John cocked his head to the side. "He got right up in my face and said, 'you want to say that to me again, piss-ant?'"

  John shrugged. "So like I said, I'm an easy-going guy, you know it, she knows it." He gestured back toward Ashley, who was still standing near her bench. "The world knows it," he raised both arms into the air and formed a globe to symbolize the world. "Well, the world except this loser. So I said 'I'm not the one who needed to be watching. And apparently you need your hearing checked too.'"

  Derek put his hand over his eyes and dragged it down his face, hiding a smile and stroking his chin.

  "Then the brute's eyes went wide, his piggy face got beet red and he grabbed me by my vest. My lucky vest. Nobody touches the vest. Nobody except this mud-tromping Neanderthal with a temper, that is."

  Derek wondered what a Neanderthal was but decided it wasn't the time to ask.

  "So I said, 'you better unhand me before you get punched in the face.' He laughed in my face, while lifting me up by my vest. I couldn't reach my breath mints to give to him, so I punched him. In the face. Hard. He let me go, stumbled back and grabbed his nose. Before he could attack me, though, two of his buddies came up and held him back. One of the smarter ones - who knew there were smart Marines, eh, no offense, Derek - informed the bleeding beauty who I was. He went skulking off to see the medic. Does that answer your question, son?"

  Ethan remained silent unclenched his jaw. "Hamilton can be a brute," he admitted at last, studying a nearby shrub bush. "But you could have just told him who you were. He would have left you alone."

  "You know that's not how I roll, son. I don't like to use my title to get special treatment."

  "Nevertheless, your title kept you from almost ending up laid out," Ethan pointed out.

  John shrugged. "I would have gladly fought the guy, with no magic even."

  Ethan shook his head. "I have to get back to my men. Just do me a favor. Next time you're walking through my camp and someone bumps into you, walk away. I don't need more men ending up hurt when the Krai'kesh are at our doorstep."

  "No promises, kiddo, you know me." He gave a roguish grin.

  "I wish I didn't," Ethan said in a serious tone. He turned crisply and strode away.

  "Ethan Michael!" Ashley scolded again, this time striding toward him. She stopped beside John when Ethan failed to halt in response to his mother calling his name.

  John's smile faded. Was he hurt by his son's words? What could he have done to cause his son to say something like that?

  Ashley looked at Derek and gave a sad smile. "I'm sorry you had to witness that. He's a good boy, really. He just..."

  "He's wounded," John said softly.

  Derek studied the figure of Ethan as he shrank in the distance. He didn't have a limp and, while he had some scars, he didn't appear to be injured.

  "Not physical wounds," Ashley said, guessing his thoughts. "Emotional scars. Scars which I'm afraid may never heal."

  "You intended to tell me what happened once before," Derek began. "Are you prepared to tell the tale now?"

  Ashley looked to John, who nodded. She took a deep breath before speaking. "Three hundred years ago, before the third Galactic War with the Empire, Ethan was engaged to be married to a young woman named Marie Varnes. He had dated during the centuries leading up to that point but had never been serious with any woman. He never sired children and always broke things off before the relationship became too painful."

  "You mean before his girlfriends died of old age," John clarified.

  Ashley nodded slowly. "He didn't have the luxury of having a mate who was as long-lived as he, like John had me and Jason had Bridgette, so he built defenses. But Marie broke through those defenses, somehow, and he fell in love, true love, for what I believe was the first time in his life. For a time, life was grand. Years passed and they were happy. They spoke of perhaps starting a family, though Marie acknowledged Ethan would likely outlive them. Nano-technology was on the horizon and Ethan believed his uncle could possibly replicate the nanite implantation process in Marie, allowing her to sire Eternal children and live as long as him. Then the war began.

  "Ethan felt obligated to go to war, but made sure his fiancée, who was three months pregnant, stayed on Tar Ebon. He felt that was the safest place for her."

  "And it wasn't," Derek predicted, his history lessons coming back to him slowly.

  Ashley closed her eyes and shook her head. "No. During the siege of Tar Ebon, the Empire bombarded the planet for weeks. Ethan did everything he could to try to defeat the Empire and get back to his fiancée and unborn child. In the final space battle, John and I were there assisting. Ethan asked us to go down and evacuate his fiancée. He begged us, made us promise we would go get her. We of course told him we would. It was our grandchild in the girl's womb. But along the way, a battle cruiser was badly damaged and lost orbit. It plummeted toward Tera Leon and its nuclear reactor could have wiped out half of the continent of Kosh. His fiancée was halfway around the world in Tar Ebon City. We had to make a choice." Tears streamed down her face and she sobbed.

  "We made the right choice," John continued where Ashley left of. "We landed in Tera Leon and I contained the explosion. The nuclear explosion which would have killed billions in an instant was instead funneled into space, destroying the Imperial flagship and causing their lines to finally break. But...it came at a cost. You see, while we were doing that, a squadron of Imperial bombers dropped bunker buster bombs on the bunker Marie was in. They weren't targeting her, instead seeking high value targets, but," John cleared his throat. A tear dripped down his cheek. "She didn't make it. If we had been there on time we could have stopped the bombs, protected her, or evacuated her before the strike happened. Ethan realized that, too, and blamed us for her death. He felt betrayed."

  "But you saved billions of people," Derek pointed out. "He couldn't see that?"

  Ashley shook her head. "Not in his grief. He told us someone else could have stopped the explosion and our priority should have been Marie and our grandchild. He stopped talking to us for two hundred years, traveling the edges of the galaxy in the Marine Corp as the Federation expanded. As yo
u can see, he still hasn't forgiven us."

  "I'm sorry," Derek said, feeling the word ring hollow but not knowing what else to say.

  John cleared his throat and forced a smile. "Eh, it was a long time ago. But enough about us. What about you and your lady friend?"

  "We've made it official. You can call Selene my girlfriend," Derek said.

  "Fancy. Where is the lovely princess?"

  Derek laughed. "First, she's not a princess. But to answer your question, she's up flying with your daughter's squadron."

  "Ah, so how many days has she been out of your arms?" John hugged himself, crossing his arms and grabbing his back, while making a kissing motion.

  Derek rolled his eyes. "Three days, I'll have you know."

  "Oh, such young love," Ashley said, coming up behind John and wrapping her arms around him, interlocking her hands. For his part, he stopped hugging himself and placed his hands on hers. "Remember when we were that way?"

  "Barely," John said. "Now you'd rather I sit in the other cabin on long flights."

  "That is only because those ration bars don't agree with your stomach and your farts stink."

  "Oh, and here I thought it was my charming personality that annoyed you."

  "We were once separated for twenty years," Ashley said. "Longest years of my life."

  "Eh, I kind of liked the bachelor life."

  "You were in prison."

  "Living the bachelor life," John reiterated.

  Ashley stopped hugging John and instead slapped him in the back of the head.

  "Did you do something wrong to end up in prison?" Derek asked, not being able to picture John as a criminal, despite his eccentricities.

  "If you count standing up to a maniacal despot hell-bent on turning the Federation into a communist dictatorship, sure, I broke the law. At least that's what the rigged jury decided when they sentenced me to fifty years in prison."

  "They knew you were an Eternal, right?"

  "Of course they did. That's why they imprisoned me. We Eternals posed too great a threat to old Bag of Bones Billy the Betrayer."