Eric Olafson Series Boxed Set: Books 1 - 7

by Vanessa Ravencroft

  Staying with the locals was maybe my best chance to find the place where they kept Narth and Har-Hi. What I could not understand was how they managed to keep my friends.

  To restrain and imprison a Dai was hard enough, but to do that to a Narth was an entirely different thing. The path was narrow and allowed only single file movement. It kept winding between sheer rock walls, overhanging boulders, and small meadows of the same coarse grass we had encountered before. This kind, however, was somewhat shorter and green.

  One of the Ithe mountain men behind me must have noticed me looking at the grass and said, “This is the reason anyone lives in the mountains. Gathr grass and water. It grows everywhere but only up here where there is water from the mountain springs. It grows fast and becomes green. The Nuktur thrive on it and produce good Nuktur nectar and meat.”

  One further behind him said, “It is the Drak who benefit from our hardship and labor. They take what they want.”

  The Togar before me said, “You are very tough for a Human woman. What makes you immune to the Depro-Waves?”

  While I silently cursed as another stone cut into my bare feet, I growled at him. “I am too angry and too confused to feel much of anything. What do you mean, immune to Depro-Waves? What are those?”

  He pointed first at the leather-like skullcap he and everyone else was wearing and then he pointed skyward. “Another one of the wonderful benefits the Karthanians have bestowed upon this culture. Modulated theta wave patterns beamed from transmission towers all over this world, affecting your psyche, making you depressed, and feeling hopeless. The only cure is to watch the official propaganda broadcasts of the Drak; it is one of the many ways of controlling the masses.”

  While I was walking behind him, trying to avoid the sharper-looking rocks, I said, “I should be immune to most psionics.”

  He made a growling sound that could have been the Togar form of laughter and he said, “I get it; you are Union, perhaps even Fleet, psionic conditioned and all. No, Human female, the Karthanians are not as advanced as the Union or the Kermac. To us and them, psionics are more magic than anything and certainly not technologically controllable.”

  The Ithe behind me added to the explanation. “That does not mean the Karthanian are primitive. They have developed very effective means to control their puppet civilizations. Theta waves were developed to neutralize Kermac spies and are very effective controlling slaves from cultures that do have psionic abilities. These theta waves affect even the best-shielded Kermac agents. I should know, I dedicated my life to working on ways to neutralize them.”

  The Ithe pushed something in my hands. “Put this on your head. Those skullcaps generate white waves, neutralizing the theta waves. Getting parts and batteries to make them is not easy.”

  The leathery skullcap had a cable and a battery pack attached to it and there was a little switch at the bottom of the battery pack as well.

  I put the cap on my head and switched it on. The depressing, lethargic feeling I had was leaving me as if a veil was pulled from my mind. It wasn’t me who destroyed the mountain village, what a ridiculous idea in the first place. Only a marine in a destroyer suit could have done such carnage and destruction, not a half-naked woman with an ax.

  The theta waves explained my friend’s condition and Narth’s inability to defend himself. They were alive, and I was on my way to make sure those who captured and injured my friends would see the errors of their ways. I was cold and miserable and someone had to pay for that, too! To Hell’s deepest pits with my own fears and me trying to curb my anger. There was another time to contemplate my future and what I might turn into. Right now, I was Erica Olafson, captain of the USS Tigershark.

  The Togar warrior laughed his rough growling laugh as he noticed I was passing him, walking with renewed energy, and driven by my eagerness to do something. “It appears you weren’t immune to the effects of the waves after all.”

  “No, Togar, I was not. I can think much clearer now. I wasted too much time already on brooding and thinking. It is time for some action.”

  As I said that, the path widened into a small mountain plateau and on it, at least 50 large creatures that somewhat looked like falcons crossed with dragons. I had seen images of both creatures in the heraldic symbols of my home world.

  The Togar laughed again and said, “I hope you are not afraid of heights, Union woman. These are not ArtiGrav flyers but they will carry us to our hideout.”

  “I need to get to this regional headquarters. I must free my friends before they are shipped off.”

  He stopped and his feline face showed amusement and respect. “I would say that is almost impossible. The compound is heavily guarded but then for someone who slays a Shogotrz with an ax the word impossible might not have the same meaning. Your friends won’t be shipped to the city until morning. In our hideout, you will be able to get clothing and weapons and perhaps you will find us willing companions in your endeavor.”

  The Dai said, “You call a Dai your friend and you are willing to risk your life to free him. Let me risk mine to help you doing that!”

  I approached the first bird-like creature. It was big and the only all-black animal and without hesitation, I swung myself onto the leather saddle contraption right behind its neck and raised my ax. “Then let’s ride and show these Drak what it means to make me angry and take my friends!”

  It was very much like when I rode the Ammutherathi on Pluribus. These Grythers weren’t as big as the Saran Beast, but they were still big, fast, and wild. I held on to the reins as the ice-cold wind brushed across my exposed skin and made my long hair fly. Despite my new form, I was still a child of Nilfeheim and used to the cold depths of our oceans. These temperatures would be considered a mild breeze back home.

  Any conversation with the other riders was impossible, as we flew under a fast-moving cloud cover into the last rays of the local sun. The landscape was rugged and harsh below us as we rode down from the mountain range and flew over what appeared to be an endless plain.

  The landscape did change. The grass of the plain below grew taller and the stems became bigger, forming a dense thick forest. I noticed the hulls and bodies of alien-looking shipwrecks strewn about, some of them overgrown with grass.

  The Togar warrior who had taken the lead was circling down and we followed him as he steered his bird between the tree-sized stems. His animal touched the ground, ran a short distance on its clawed legs, while it tilted its wings to aide its rapid slowdown.

  My Gryther reacted to the slightest tug on the reins and landed right behind.

  The Dai who was right behind me on the ground said, “Galactic spirit, you ride the wildest Gryther as if you were born on its back.”

  The Togar who called himself Ninety said, “I am almost certain she is a Union officer; their academy training is second to none in the Universe.”

  It was almost dark now and there was little light left here between the 40 meter-tall grass trees, but I could clearly see a tunnel-like entrance to an overgrown hull of a wrecked alien freighter ship. The men guided their animals inside and I did the same.

  After the last one was in, they closed the entrance with hinged doors. It was completely dark for a moment and then lumi-plates came on and illuminated the place in a weak yellowish light. The Gryther I had guided behind me parted his huge needle-sharp beaks and licked me across the arm. There was little talk. The men removed the saddles off the animals and guided them to individual boxes. I simply watched what they did and followed suit.

  One of the Ithe pointed at an empty box and said, “That is where Thaah Gryther goes. It used to be Jerk’s Gryther; he was one of the men who got shot.”

  “I did not do something wrong, did I?”

  He moved his stalk eyes so both were looking at me and he said, “No, not at all, I am amazed the Thaah let you ride it. Black ones are very temperamental and hard to tame. Have you been here on Itheamh before?”

  “No, I have not.”

>   The Togar waved me toward a staircase and said. “Come, Human female, let us provide you with garments and weapons, with water for bathing, and food for sustenance. Then we will talk about how we will go about freeing your friends, sending as many Draks to the lowest Circles of Roguth where Rogramm the Devourer may punish them forever.”

  They had showed me to a spacious room that once might have been the equipment storage of this alien shipwreck. Since the ship was lying on its side, everything inside was strangely out of proportion. The corridors were wider than tall, as well as the doors were sideways and too high up for simple access. So, they had built makeshift ramps to access the rooms and chambers.

  The Togar pointed at a fuel bulb that was cut in half and filled with water. “Water is precious on Itheamh and even more precious out here on the plains, where it has to be carried from the mountains.”

  He took a big ladle from a hook and dipped it into the water. “Please do not use more than 20 ladles. There is the wash cloth and soap. I will send someone to get you garments to wear.”

  “I understand.”

  After he had climbed back to the door and left, I stripped out of the remnants of my heavily torn suit and I blushed as I realized much of my lower backside had been exposed the entire time. My mask was completely gone. Even though the effects of those mood-affecting waves were no longer influencing me, I still wondered what happened. If they fired some kind of weapon from the sky, did it knock me out? But why did I have the ax and why was I not wounded? I was so certain the monster had crushed my lower leg. What power could rip Ultronit micromesh and not injure the person wearing it?

  Right now was not the time to ponder all this, but I had to find answers to this fast. I had to be accountable for everything I did. As a captain, I could not have blackouts and do things I could not remember. I needed Cateria to check me out as soon as possible. Or better yet, I needed to find a way to talk to Narth Supreme again. He would know what I needed to do.

  After I had used as little water as possible to wash away dried blood and grime, I was very glad that one of my remaining things was the small first aid kit. The soles of my feet had quite a few cuts.

  Now I had the time to switch the empty magazine on my .45 with one of the two spare ones I carried in a pouch on the leather holster. I almost lovingly patted the ancient gun; it had become such a part of me that I never wanted to lose it. In my imagination, it also carried some of the unexplainable strength of Admiral Stahl and reminded me of him.

  Even, or perhaps especially, in a strange situation like this, it was good to be reminded of the Eternal Soldier. I would do my best to make him proud.

  A sound from the door made me whirl around, rack the slide of the Colt .45 and aim it. There at the top of the door ramp stood an Ithe woman and a Human male, not much older than maybe 16 or 18. He stared at me with wide open eyes, and I realized that I was female now and completely nude. I felt exposed and angry at the same time and pulled the hammer of the gun. “Turn around or I’ll put a bullet right between those lusting eyes of yours!”

  He gasped and turned.

  The Ithe woman said, “I am sorry, Captain Velvet, he is the only Human here and has never seen another Human. We did not know there are taboos in that regard.”

  I grabbed one of the short towels and tried to use it to cover as much of me as I could. “You know me?”

  “Yes, of course, you saved me and my children, I am Naroma.”

  She carried a bundle and came down the ramp. “Ninety told me that you were here and he thought that Mel, the boy here, would be best to assist you, as he is Human like you are, and that it would be good for him to see another Human.”

  I was still holding the towel. “What happened, and how did you get here?”

  “We were attacked by the men of the village, who thought we were Drak spies. They were out there looking for the Shogotrz when they saw us. They ran before I could reach them. I saw you fight the monster. I was hiding behind a boulder watching you, and I was certain you were done for. I also noticed two Drak Mecha-Walkers coming up the path. When I saw them, I took my children and ran. Ninety found me, and his men guided me to the plateau with the ride birds. It is then that we heard a terrible thundering noise. Ninety was sure the Drak called to one of the Sky Punishers.”

  The Human boy was still turned. He was lean but muscular, and I estimated him to be about 190 centimeters tall. He wore baggy brown pants with several pockets and a blue shirt of coarse cotton or something similar. His hair was unevenly cropped and some strands reached his shoulders. He carried a compound bow and a quiver of arrows.

  Naroma held out the bundle. “I’ve seen your style and tried to match it as good as I could with the things that are here. We do not have these magical dressing machines and no one here wears those long shoes with the heel extensions.”

  I took the items. “I am sure it will be all right. I am not planning to go to a fashion show or to stay very long.”

  She turned as well, and I opened the bundle and found a pair of brown leggings that were made of leather-like material that had a soft shimmer. The top was dark gray and of the same material, but was definitely not made for a Human female. It took some wiggling and effort to get my boobs situated.

  At least it was so tight that I didn’t need a halter. While I dressed, I remembered the winter evening in the yard of our burg when I was sparring with Elena. My mind evoked her lovely rosy face and could hear her voice in my mind as she talked about her chest. They bounce around a lot and it is not very comfortable, I tell you. It actually hurts sometimes! Being female now for quite a while, I whispered, “I understand you now, Elena.”

  Naroma turned. “You said something?”

  The bundle also contained a belt, a pair of flat-heeled calf-high boots and a long leather coat of the same kind I saw the Ithe Magistrate wear. I was adjusting the shoulder holster and said, “I was just talking to myself. I am ready now and we can go.”

  The boy spoke for the first time and said, “I am sorry, too.”

  I slipped into the coat. “I was just startled, that’s all. Maybe later you can tell me how you ended up here on Itheamh, but right now, I am eager to get started. I don’t want my friends to suffer much longer in whatever prison they are in.”

  The Togar, the Dai, a dozen Ithe men and women, and a Karthanian stood in a loose circle inside what I suspected was once main engineering of this wrecked freighter. They all stopped talking and looked at me as I entered.

  The Togar said, “I am called Ninety, and I was chosen to lead this cell. It may be the worst decision we made so far, but we all voted to help you get your friends out.”

  “All I need is a communication device.”

  The Togar pointed to Naroma. “She told me that you are not just an officer but a Union Fleet starship captain, and you have a ship somewhere in orbit. I am sure you have the means up there to do whatever needs to be done. The individuals before you and I are willing to risk our lives to free your friends. However, I am not risking the lives of the families, children, and women hiding here to make a transmission. The Drak monitor the airwaves very closely and answer with a barrage of sky bolts to any unauthorized transmission. We do not have those marvelous instantaneous and undetectable GalNet comm devices your society has.”

  I sighed and said, “All right then, fill me in so we can get started. I fear my friends are not being treated very gently at the hands of these soldiers.”

  While I was talking, I stepped closer to the assembled circle of beings. The Human boy did not take his eyes off me; I tried to ignore his staring gaze.

  An Ithe woman said, “Your friends are safe and currently held in cryo stasis. The local commandant identified the armor worn by one of them as a genuine Dai suit of the highest order and he is afraid of your friend so he keeps him in stasis until the authorities from the city arrive tomorrow. They also can’t explain the scans of the other individual. Several soldiers became raving lunatics trying to take
off his hood. It was decided to keep him in stasis as well.”

  I could not help but smile. “He is a smart man, that commandant, but can I ask how you know all this?”

  She pulled on a gray leather coat, just like the one I wore. “I am the Drak Section Commandant.”

  Ninety put his big paw-like hand on her shoulder. “She is a trusted member of the Underground, and she risks even more than we all do. Not even all the Drak agree with the conditions.”

  I said, “I have no doubt that this is so. I am afraid I know little about the local conditions in the first place.”

  One of the Ithe mountain men said, “Maybe we find the time to rectify that. Your Union is far away and so lofty and mighty. If they knew what was going on here, maybe they would change their mind and help.”

  I did not want to dispel his hopes and tell him that there was nothing the Union could do legally as long as Ithe was not asking for membership with a united voice, so I said nothing.

  The Drak commander pointed at a metal shipping crate in the middle of their circle. On top was a selection of small boxes and objects arranged in a pattern. “This is a model of the Section Command Compound.”

  She used a long thin knife to point at drink bottles placed at each corner. “These bottles represent four watch towers. They are manned with two guards at all times. There are motion sensors and infrared optics. Each tower has a mounted bolter gun, a powerful searchlight and is connected to the guard house with hard-line communications.”

  She then pointed at a larger box inside the square. “This is the guard house; there are 200 Drak troops. They patrol the region during the day, but most of them are in the guardhouse during the night.”

  The Dai pointed toward an upturned soup bowl. “That central building is where the prisoners are held. Your friends and the 80 Ithe they have rounded up today. The Ithe are held in cells on the ground level. Your friends are held in the high security interrogation lab tract two levels below.”