razorsedge

by Lisanne Norman

  “Likely. I’ll know in a few weeks.”

  He searched her face, reached carefully for her mind, strengthening the Link till he could sense her mood. She was calm, far too calm. None of this was touching her at all. “You’re wearing the pendant.”

  She stirred, looking over at him. “Yes. I thought it a wise precaution. The people here obviously think it works, otherwise Killian wouldn’t go to the bother of having his mage make them specially for us. Until we have a good reason for not wearing them, I think we should.”

  “Jo, if you are carrying my cub, I’m sorry… I mean, if we were home, on Shola, I wouldn’t mind, but here… Damn! I’m making a mess of this, aren’t I?”

  “Rather,” she agreed, a strange smile coming over her face.

  “If you are, how would you feel about it?”

  “Pregnant. I’d feel pregnant, Rezac.”

  “I didn’t know… I wouldn’t have done it if I had known.” He was floundering now. Two females, both pregnant by him, and he couldn’t talk to either of them coherently. He didn’t even know how he felt about it!

  “We would have. We had no option, remember?”

  He knew how she should be reacting, knew that it was the stone that was calming her, but he was glad for it. He was clutching at grass, but he had to try to salvage what he could. He couldn’t bear to lose her the way it looked as if he was losing Zashou.

  “I’m sorry, Jo. I know you won’t believe me, but I do love you. If it were any time but now, I’d want you to carry my cub, if that’s what you wanted. I want us to be together.”

  “And Zashou?”

  “I love her, too. She wasn’t always this bad. It got worse after you awakened us, I don’t know why. I want you both! Don’t turn away from me because of this.”

  Again the strange smile. “I believe you.”

  “But…” He couldn’t understand her reaction even with the influence of the pendant. “You could be carrying my cub, an alien cub, Jo.”

  “This is different. If I am pregnant, the cub’s different, Rezac. Not alien, ours. Would you undo the time we shared? Make it something less than it was by calling us alien to each other?”

  “You know I wouldn’t,” he whispered.

  Her hand turned within his, clasping it hard, almost triggering his claws. “Then we concentrate on getting out of here, and leave the rest to your gods.”

  He leaned forward, placing his lips against her throat.

  “And, Rezac. Don’t fight me over leadership of the group. Pregnant or not, I’m leader.”

  *

  “No refreshments,” said Mrowbay sadly, his ears drooping in disappointment. “Never have the Chemerians neglected to offer us nibbles and drinks before.”

  Sheeowl clapped his broad back in a friendly manner. “Abstinence is good for you,” she said. “Your rear is spreading so fast these days, I swear it’s distorting your comms seat!”

  “They were indecently fast by their standards,” said Manesh thoughtfully as they made their way down the corridor to the docking bays. “I think they want us to leave.”

  “Perhaps we leave more slowly, eh?” said Tirak, mouth widening in a humorless grin as he slowed down. “Maybe we’ll…”

  “Pardon, Captain. Trouble ahead,” interrupted Mrowbay, his manner suddenly businesslike. He pointed to the bend ahead.

  Tirak came to an immediate stop. Mrowbay’s hearing was proverbial. His hand went to his side, resting on the butt of his pistol. “Maybe we find out now.”

  Round the corner came a group of Sumaan mercenaries wearing the badge of one of the leading Chemerian Houses. In their midst, in his powered chair, was their employer. And something— someone— else.

  “Kathan’s beard!” swore Sheeowl. “He’s one of us! What the hell’s going on?”

  “Easy,” said Tirak as his crew’s hands went to their guns. “Let’s take it by the rules.”

  The figure saw them and shouted, reaching its hand up in the air to attract their attention.

  “Mrowbay?” demanded Tirak.

  The comm officer shook his head. “Couldn’t understand him.”

  “He’s not one of us,” said Sheeowl abruptly as the figure tried to push its way through the Sumaan. “That’s not clothing, that’s his color!”

  “Recommend we don’t interfere, Captain. Against the Sumaan, we’re outnumbered.”

  Manesh’s words faded till they were barely audible as the world around him took on a distant quality. It was as if he were sitting back as an observer within his own skull. He realized he was running toward the group of Sumaan with the intention of freeing the captives with his bare hands if need be. That part of him prayed his crew were not far behind.

  Shock at his audacity gave him the element of surprise as he flung himself between the two leading mercenaries. He plucked up not the one they’d all seen, but the other— a pale, hairless alien. He kept going, ramming his way through them and on down the corridor.

  The passive part, now numb with fear, realized that she— it was female?— was lying quiet in his grasp. She wasn’t afraid. In fact, he got the impression she was trying to calm him! As he ran up the ramp into his craft, suddenly, with a lurch that almost caused him to fall, his mind was his own again.

  Caroming off the bulkhead, he stopped by the comm unit. Dumping her on the ground, he kept hold of her arm. He thumbed the alarm. “Nayash, seal the ship!” he yelled into the speaker seconds before the klaxon blared its in-ship warning. The clack of claws hitting the metal ramp sounded behind him as Mrowbay and Sheeowl followed him, each clutching the other alien firmly by a wrist.

  Sheeowl stopped and released him to Mrowbay. “I’ll take it, Captain,” she said, nodding toward the female.

  Tirak handed her over and turned to look behind him.

  “No sign of them, Captain,” said Manesh, backing up the ramp, gun leveled outward to cover them.

  Tirak headed for the bridge at a run. Flinging himself into his seat, he began scanning the array in front of him. He couldn’t think properly with the damned alarm blaring in his ears like this! Folding them down, he opened his mouth just as the sound died.

  “Ramps retracting,” said Sayuk from her nav post.

  “Loading hatch closed,” said Nayash. “What now, Captain?”

  “Open a channel to station command. No doubt they’re anxious to share their thoughts with us,” he said dryly, rubbing his aching temples. Damn, but his head hurt!

  “No need, Captain,” said Mrowbay. “They’re on line to us. Patching it to your console now.”

  The screen flickered briefly, then displayed the station commander, his large saucer-shaped ears trembling with barely concealed rage.

  “Lioksu. Had not thought to speak to you so soon,” he said. “What is your pleasure?”

  “You have prisoners belonging to Ambassador Taira Khebo. Return immediately,” the Chemerian snapped.

  “He’s mad,” muttered Sheeowl on his left.

  “Prisoners, Lioksu? No prisoners on my ship. Are mistaken.”

  “You lie! Return them or suffer consequences!”

  Tirak sat back in his seat, obviously relaxed and at ease. “Strong words, Lioksu. Hope you can prove them. U’Churian Traders Council will not like these allegations.”

  With a visible effort, the Chemerian stilled his ears. He blinked, once. “You attacked guards of Ambassador Taira Khebo. You took prisoners from them. They are on your ship now.”

  “Sumaan were in our way, Lioksu. I admit I pushed through them. But assure you, only U’Churians here. Think well before you accuse me of kidnapping.”

  Lioksu stared silently out of the screen at him. “You took them. Were thieves. Stealing from Free Trade area. Return them now, and we talk no more on this matter.”

  “Are you accusing U’Churians of theft, Lioksu? Serious matter, that. You know the law.” He sat forward, hardening his voice, allowing a growl of menace to creep into it. “They must be given over
to a captain of same species for trial. Send them to me, send me charge sheets. If crimes committed, they stand trial— on U’Chur. If allegations false, you pay large compensation fee.”

  Once more the Chemerian regarded him in silence, large eyes blinking slowly. Tirak knew he had him rattled now. With any luck he wouldn’t push it. The U’Churians were a force to be reckoned with, even at the main Chemerian trading station.

  “Perhaps Taira Khebo will drop charges,” Lioksu said at last.

  “Perhaps? We leave in two minutes, Lioksu. Either send people and charge sheets or stop delaying my departure!”

  The screen blacked, the connection severed at source.

  Sheeowl let out her breath in a huff of relief.

  “Take us out, Nayash,” said Tirak, getting to his feet. “I’ll be in the rec, with our visitors.” They didn’t need him here, but he needed to see his two unwanted guests.

  Holding onto the grab rail, he made his way back down the corridor to the recreation room. Sitting huddled together at one side of the dining table were the two aliens. Manesh sat opposite them, covering them with her pistol. One was as hairless as a newborn, the other— was he U’Churian? Apart from the color, the similarity was startling. A half empty tumbler of water sat in front of them.

  A series of loud clangs and bumps reverberated through the hull. They were disengaging from the station.

  “Stow that away,” said Tirak, taking a seat.

  Holstering her gun, Manesh reached for the glass. “They speak our language, Captain. Not well, but they speak it.” She got up and went over to the kitchen area, stowing the tumbler under the restraining net in the cleansing unit. “The lad’s not one of us.”

  He could smell them now. Their scents were mingled, but he could detect the underlying sharpness that was hers. Manesh returned to her seat.

  “Sholan,” said the young male. He pointed to the female. “She is Human.”

  “You made me attack the Sumaan. Risk my life and that of my crew,” he said, his voice deepening to an angry rumble. “You did something inside my head.”

  The lad looked at the female who stirred, sitting up straighter. “Needed help.” She spoke slowly, sounding each word as if for the first time.

  “You could have asked!”

  She shook her head. “No time. No…” She stopped, a frown creasing her smooth brow. “Not enough speech to tell you.”

  He growled. “You’re doing fine now!”

  “Then, not… touched your mind.” She looked at the male, her gesture translating as one of helplessness.

  He spoke a word, then a phrase in what Tirak assumed was his own language. “We mind-speak others. Learn your words. Slowly. Using take time.” His speech was equally faltering. “Learn now.”

  “Seems they understand more than they can speak,” said Manesh in a low voice, leaning close to him. “Mind-speaking. Just before you rushed them, you looked like you’d swallowed a whole pachuv.”

  “Huh. Felt like it,” he muttered. Then louder. “So you little bastards controlled my mind, did you?”

  “Yes.”

  The lad grabbed her arm and began to talk rapidly, ears folding as he gestured frantically.

  She turned away from him. “Yes,” she said firmly. “I did, not Taynar.” He subsided unhappily, leaning back against the seat.

  Tirak had seen the look before on his sister’s children’s faces. Sulking. “By Kathan, you’re kids!” he swore, leaning forward. “What the hell were you doing to get captured by the Chemerians? Stealing in the market?”

  “No! Not steal,” she said emphatically. “We stolen! From home! Chemerian friends. Help us, then decide keep us. Need escape.”

  “You were stolen!” exclaimed Manesh, her calm exterior fractured by their tale. “Who stole you? From where?”

  “My world,” she said. “Traveling to his. Valtegan stole us, took ship to escape. Captain die trying to kill him.”

  “Drifted,” said Taynar, showing interest now that the tale had progressed from the issue of who had done what to Tirak. “Chemerians rescue us. We think friends, treaties with Shola they have, but not. Hold us prisoner.”

  “So the Chemerians are Sholan allies,” said Tirak. The ship gave a tiny lurch, and he wound his feet round the chair legs for anchorage as the gravity system adjusted itself. It was so much second nature that he was surprised when the two young ones yowled and clutched at the table for support.

  Mrowbay’s voice came over the ship’s system. “Leaving station orbit, Captain. What heading?”

  “Stay with our original course,” said Tirak, never taking his eyes from them. “So the Chemerians turned out to be not quite so friendly. Why? What did they want with you?”

  They fell silent, glancing sideways at each other. “Don’t know,” the female said finally.

  Tirak banged the table with the side of his fist, making them jump. “Don’t give me that!” he roared, his voice filling the room, mane bristling with rage. “You know damned well what they wanted, and I want to know now!”

  He watched a mutinous look come over the female’s face, and when the lad moved to open his mouth, a surprised look crossed his face and he subsided.

  “Mind readers!” he muttered disgustedly. “Sheeowl, to the rec! Lock them up, Manesh. One in each of the passenger cabins. When they’re ready to talk, then… we’ll see.”

  He waited till Manesh and Sheeowl had deposited their unwanted visitors in the cabins and rejoined him. “Suggestions, Manesh. How do we secure these…” He ground to a halt, unsure what to call them.

  “Frightened children, Captain,” supplied Sheeowl, taking three drinks from the locker by the heating unit. Going to the table, she slipped onto the bench seat and passed them out. Snapping the tab on hers, she waited for it to heat up.

  “Dangerous aliens,” he said firmly. “Don’t be fooled by their age. You didn’t have them pushing your mind aside, making your body run at the Sumaan like that!”

  “I did wonder what you were doing,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. “It seemed insane at the time, but it worked. They were as taken aback by your attack as we were!”

  “It was insane! I don’t even want to think of what should have happened.”

  “It occurs to me that the Sumaan guards were slower than usual, Captain,” said Manesh. “Much slower.”

  “Mmm. He’s right,” said Sheeowl, reaching across to open Tirak’s drink for him. “Much slower.”

  “Have you seen the political implications of this, Captain? Two new species, at least one allied to the Chemerians, both able to bend others with the power of their minds…”

  “We don’t know that for sure,” Tirak interrupted Manesh, taking a sip of his drink. “The female certainly has strange mental abilities.”

  “Kate,” said Sheeowl.

  “Our most pressing problem for the moment is how to keep them from doing that mind trick again!”

  “We can’t,” said Manesh.

  “You could try putting them on their honor,” suggested Sheeowl.

  The other two looked at her. “You aren’t seriously suggesting…?” Tirak let the sentence hang unfinished.

  “Think about it, Captain. To have allies, they must be trustworthy and be capable of trusting others. They must have an honor system. I say put them on their honor to not interfere with our minds again.”

  Tirak looked at his security officer.

  Manesh shrugged her head to one side, nose wrinkling. “It’s all we have.”

  A deep rumble of anger built within him. “When they’ve been alone for a few hours, maybe they’ll be more cooperative,” he muttered.

  Sheeowl looked guilty, dipping her ears in apology. “I left the connecting door open. Taynar became distressed at the thought of being separated from Kate.”

  Tirak opened his mouth to reprimand her, then stopped. The error was his. He hadn’t actually said he wanted them kept apart.

  “In fact,” she continu
ed, toying with her drink, “he said they were dependent on each other. Like mates.”

  “What? Mates? Them? Impossible!” The idea offended his sensibilities. There were strict rules governing the conduct of minors, never mind the fact they were of different species.

  “Improbable,” corrected Manesh. “And therefore likely true. Far simpler to say they are lovers. Do you want them separated, Captain?”

  “No,” he sighed. “Dependency on each other like mates? What the hell is he talking about?”

  “At a wild guess, a sexual dependency?” suggested Sheeowl. “Maybe their species evolved together? They may be old enough to be a legitimate couple among their species.”

  “Nothing about them would surprise me!” he muttered. “More likely he’s just afraid of being alone. Keep ‘em under surveillance for now, feed them when we eat. One way or another, I intend to find out what’s going on between their species and the Chemerians.”

  Chapter 12

  “I’m doing what I can, Strick!” said Jeran, keeping his voice low as he checked the container off on his cargo manifest. “I can’t afford to get caught any more than you! I’ve seen what they do to slaves involved in the rebellion!” He shuddered at the memory. “It takes me weeks to get the components together, then I have to build the damned thing! I’m totally dependent on what goods are arriving. If no one’s shipping what I need, I can’t make your communicators!”

  “If you made the range greater, we wouldn’t need so many!”

  Jeran growled, throwing his clipboard on the counter and stalking off down the aisles of containers. He made no effort to keep his tail from betraying his anger. Stopping, he scanned the shelves for the goods Strick needed for his caravan. Reaching up, he snagged a small box with his claw tips and pulled it down, catching it as it fell.

  Returning to his desk, he placed it in front of the Jalnian. “It’s in this box,” he said, pushing it over to him. “Packed in with the dried fungii. Now go! Before they get suspicious!”

  Strick took the container. “You wanted to know if another Valtegan ship came. There’s one in now. Landed two hours ago.”