THE RAIDERS
By
Angelique Anjou
( c ) copyright by Angelique Anjou, June 2014
Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, June 2014
Smashwords Edition
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
Chapter One
Every day was a struggle for Noelle.
Truthfully, it had been a struggle to keep fear and hysteria at bay since she’d boarded the ship bound for the newly discovered worlds of the H32 system in the Clarion Galaxy.
Sometimes she thought she must have been insane when she’d agreed to go, signed up, fought for a place on the colony ship!
Her motives had seemed perfectly logical when she’d been working on her decision. The list of reasons to go had far outweighed reasons to stay where she was. And yet ….
Day by day—almost minute by minute—she was torn between terror and delirious excitement—and for the same reason—the alien world they’d landed on, the world that was destined to be her home world forever more. Officially, it had been named Gemini for the fact that the planet had a twin, Sparta, but most people referred to it as New Earth.
She thought it would’ve been easier if the other colonists weren’t determined to call it New Earth. That made it impossible for her to put ‘home’ from her mind, particularly since ‘new’ Earth looked nothing at all like old Earth. And every time she heard the word ‘Earth’ her mind instantly produced images for a comparison that only brought home how out of her element she was.
To each his own, she supposed. She could only think this must be their way of coping with being torn from everyone and everything they’d known and thrust into a terror filled situation of new everything.
It didn’t work for her, however. She could repeat the mantra all day long and it wasn’t going to change the view. The new world looked like Earth only in the sense that some of the terrain was vaguely familiar to places on earth. None of the flora or fauna was. Even the colors of the dirt and rocks weren’t entirely the same. The sky was blue, but not Earth blue, and they could see the world’s twin, Sparta in the sky for hours each day and a trio of moons at night.
The smells weren’t the same! Nor the sounds. She couldn’t even have the comfort of closing her eyes and pretending she was home.
The indigenous people called it K’naiper—she’d yet to discover what that meant in their language. For even though they’d managed (or their computers had) to crack the ‘code’ of the alien language en route, naturally enough there were some words that simply defied translation because there was no word to associate them with in the English language—any Earth language.
It was a word that was nearly impossible to wrap her tongue around—because it included sounds beyond the limits of human vocal chords—but she still rather thought they should call the world what the natives did. Or as close to it as they could manage.
If the natives were anything like human beings beneath the skin, it seemed to her that they might resent the arrogance of humans taking over the place and renaming it.
Physically, they were certainly very much like human beings. Naturally, there were notable differences, too. They weren’t likely to ‘mistake’ one another when the stature and pigmentations alone differed drastically from humans. Their pigmentation ranged from blue to yellow. Like humans, the skin tones varied from light to medium to dark, but the blues were definitely blue. The yellows ranged from pure yellow to a very definite orange, but they hadn’t observed one that was actually close enough to the yellow skin toned races of Earth to confuse them.
And then there was the stature.
On average they were around a foot taller than a typical human male—the females were. They hadn’t seen a male and they’d begun to believe these people only had one gender.
Which was another factor that made mistaking them for human unlikely!
Beyond the color and height, though, they seemed to be proportioned much like humans and shaped much the same. Their features, not surprisingly, were definitely exotic next to humans, but they looked more like a different human race than a different species.
And that was the only point about the entire situation that made Noelle’s decision palatable. She’d trained as a xeno-biologist specifically to make herself eligible for inclusion in the colony project—but also because she was extremely drawn to the field.
If she’d stayed on Earth it was doubtful she would ever have had alien biology to study!
And yet it was beginning to look like she might be old and gray before she was allowed any contact at all with the natives!
Any indigenous life!
She didn’t know what the damned holdup was!
Unconsciously, she began to drum her fingers on the desk in front of her, staring at the window, although she didn’t see any of the view beyond it. She was too focused inwardly to register the bustling little colony she had as a view.
It was a slice of Earth, their little colony. Naturally enough it was made from indigenous materials, but the design ….
Then again it had been pretty unanimously decided to program the builder droids to focus on functionality. They could give their new home ‘character’ when they got there. It would be therapeutic.
She didn’t think anyone had considered how damned depressing it was going to be to live in a … void until they had the time to ‘make their space reflect their personality’! As utilitarian as the ship had been, it wasn’t as bad! At least it hadn’t looked so … antiseptic!
But everything was so uniform in color—so generic—and so flawlessly, perfectly constructed that it made her think of a cardboard cutout of her home city—on Earth.
It was sterile!
Very deliberately so.
The warm, dark-skinned hand that settled over her fingers and squeezed them almost painfully jerked Noelle out of her abstraction. She blinked at the person standing beside her, slowly bringing the dark face into focus. Monica’s full lips were pulled back in a strained smile, displaying her bright white teeth, but there was a spark of irritation in her dark eyes. “Let’s take a walk.”
Noelle glanced around, but she didn’t see anyone else in the cubicle ‘lab/office’ she shared with her best friend, Monica.
It wasn’t exactly private, though. The walls surrounding their area did cut off a good bit of the noise of the lab, but privacy was mostly an illusion.
Deciding Monica must want to talk about something she didn’t want everyone to hear, Noelle shrugged and got up. “Is it break time?”
“Lunch,” Monica responded with determined cheer.
Surprise flickered through Noelle and then her spirits lifted a little. Lunch time meant they were over half way through their shift! Only a few more hours of deadly boredom and she could go to her apartment and stare at the f’ing walls! “Hot damn! We get off in a couple of hours! You want to do something tonight?”
“First lunch,” Monica responded succinctly.
Noelle stopped in her tracks, dismay replacing her mood of moments before. “We do last lunch,” she said irritably.
“Not today.”
Surprise flickered through Noelle and then a touch of hopefulness. “Why not today?”
“Because you’re driving me out of my fucking mind!” Monica snarled under her breath. “I figured it would be better to take a break than choke you to death. I don’t want to end up being the first colonist executed for a major crime.”
“Me?” Noelle demanded indignantly. Fortunately the
y were outside the lab by that time and in the corridor leading to the cafeteria. A man and woman coming from the opposite direction cast a glance at them when Noelle raised her voice and then quickly looked away when they saw the frown of indignation she was wearing. “What did I do?”
Monica rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I think it’s the breathing … in and out ….”
Noelle gaped at her. “You aren’t serious,” she said a little doubtfully.
Taking her arm, Monica guided her determinedly to the closest exit instead of continuing toward the cafeteria. She shook her head again. “It’s all the twitching—the deep sighs—the drumming your fingers ….”
Noelle blinked at her friend, casting her mind back, but she didn’t remember doing any of those things. “I didn’t ….”
“Yes, you did,” Monica said, interrupting her denial. “You’ve been at it since you got here this morning.”
Noelle glanced around to determine where they were. They’d emerged from the building into the tiny ‘garden’ area between the science building and the med-center, but Monica was heading briskly toward the gate that opened onto the main thoroughfare of the colony. Confused, she sent Monica a questioning look as she paused to open the gate with her retina ID.
“I haven’t …. Where are we going?”
“I don’t know, but I’m going to explode if I spend another minute in there!”
Despite her irritation at what she perceived as unjust complaints, Noelle perked up at that. “We’re going to … uh … play hooky from work?”
Monica threw her a startled look. “What’s hooky? And how do you play it?”
Noelle frowned at her. “You’re the sociologist! You ought to know—truancy? Absent without permission.”
Monica frowned, but thoughtfully. “Oh. Well I’m a xeno-sociologist, damn it! I specialize in alien sociology! My god! That’s archaic! Where did you hear it?”
Noelle felt a lump form in her throat. “My grandmother ….”
Monica bit her lip. “Sorry!” She gripped Noelle’s arm, squeezing it sympathetically. “I wasn’t thinking.”
Noelle smiled with an effort. “No. It’s ok. I like remembering ….”
It was the truth—to an extent. She did enjoy remembering her grandmother and the happy childhood she’d had because of her.
But it hurt so bad to know she was gone forever, to only have memories!
She’d never really known her parents. They’d left her with her maternal grandmother when they’d taken jobs mining on one of the new outposts/colonies in the asteroid belt because it was deemed too dangerous for children. They’d planned to make their ‘fortune’ mining and return with enough credits to buy a home to raise a family, but they’d never made it back. Someone had broken into a gas pocket and the entire asteroid had exploded into pebbles, killing all 600 miners—including her parents.
Fortunately, she’d been too young to really feel the loss. She hadn’t been too young to see her grandmother’s grief, though. And her grandmother had never gotten over losing her only child. Noelle knew her grandmother had loved her and that she’d brought her grandmother some comfort, but nothing ever healed the wound of loss.
She thought it hurt most to think her grandmother had been glad to go ….
Which sucked for her because she’d been the one left alone.
As sorry as she felt for herself, though, she was ashamed for feeling that way. Her grandmother had endured a lot of suffering to be there for her as long as she had.
Besides, a lot of the people who’d volunteered to colonize were in the same boat—alone—which was a major incentive to start over somewhere else.
It sucked that she’d traveled so far only to discover that you can’t leave grief behind by leaving everything familiar! That just made you miss everything else on top of missing the person you’d lost!
“You aren’t the only one that’s bored stiff, you know!” Monica said testily, effectively distracting her.
Noelle shrugged. “I know.”
“You at least have something to study!”
“Dead things?” Noelle let out an irritated huff. “You have the recordings from the probes if it comes to that.”
Monica rolled her eyes. “I have memorized that shit! I have analyzed it ad nauseum! The social structure looks very reminiscent of the mythology about Amazon women,” she said irritably, “but that’s just a wild guess based on the fact that they appear to be warrior women and there doesn’t seem to be any men—or at least a separation of the sexes, I suppose. That’s pseudo science at the very best! You could’ve guessed that much!”
Noelle frowned. “What do you mean by that?”
“I didn’t mean to be insulting,” Monica snapped. “I was just pointing out that I wouldn’t have to have a degree in xeno-sociology to ‘guess’. I need hard facts! I don’t know how the hell I’m going to get them cooped up in here!”
Noelle completely empathized with her—she was desperate to do some ‘real’ research herself—and yet the moment Monica expressed a desire to leave the safety of the colony she felt a shiver creep up her spine. “We haven’t been here even a month—well by this world’s time.” She frowned, thinking. “By Earth time ….”
“What difference does Earth time make when we’re here, damn it? This time matters!”
Noelle huffed an irritated breath. “Ok, already! Don’t bite my head off!”
Monica looked vaguely uncomfortable. “Sorry! But don’t try that ‘holier than thou’ attitude on me! You’re bored stiff, too! We don’t have any fresh material and I’ve studied that shit the probes collected until I feel like puking every time I look at it!”
Noelle shrugged. “The delegation is bound to be back any time now. As soon as we know for sure that we have a peace treaty with the natives, we can leave the colony and do a little real exploring. It isn’t like either of us could really do our jobs without the treaty, you know.”
“I can’t! You’re a xeno-biologist. There’s plenty of biology you could study.”
“Hey! You can study the social behavior of the lower life forms just easily as I could study the biology! We just can’t tackle what we’re really interested in.”
Good point. Monica still wanted to argue that she was worse off than Noelle and had more room to complain. They both knew that the social behavior of the lower life forms wasn’t nearly as important to the future of the colony as studying the natives.
The problem was that Noelle had already made that point—none of the alien life forms were as important as the natives—because they were intelligent and could create more problems than pretty much any of the other life forms.
Of course the chances were high that they were going to run into problems with all sorts of things. They could upset the eco balance if they weren’t careful. They didn’t belong in this particular food chain.
* * * *
The impulse to skip out on their afternoon shift had been a poor one. Noelle and Monica had reason to be glad they had rethought the impulse and headed back once they’d had lunch at the apartment they shared. If they hadn’t, they would very likely have been written up as displaying rebellious and/or irresponsible behavior and that could have had all sorts of unpleasant repercussions. The most important being that they wouldn’t have been there for the ‘special treat’ everyone was allowed late in the shift.
The department head had managed to wrangle permission to leave the compound to collect new specimens for study.
Noelle and Monica were both instantly nearly hysterical with excitement and sheer terror and struggling to hide both as they left the facility with the small group of ‘chosen ones’ and headed toward the main gates of the city, lugging specimen containers and equipment.
Noelle was inclined to think that was a punishment of sorts in and of itself. They had robots for god’s sake—a lot of them! Eighty percent of the construction bots that had built the sprawling complex that made up their first city while th
e colonists themselves were en route to it had been ‘decommissioned’ and reassigned other duties once they weren’t needed for construction anymore—ten of the twenty percent held in reserve for future construction projects and the other ten reprogrammed for maintenance. All of the robots hadn’t been reassigned to handle security—most, but not all. One could have been spared to haul equipment!
But the colony president, when contacted, had decided that the request for a carrier violated the self-sufficiency pact the colonists had sworn to when they’d signed up.
Noelle was damned if she could see that scientists exerting themselves physically was beneficial to the colony and not exerting themselves wasn’t! What if somebody strained something and wasn’t able to work? What if they dropped something heavy on some body part and it was damaged? It wasn’t as if they had everything that was available back home! They were living on the edge—on a primitive colony! It seemed to her that there was the possibility of a lot more bad things coming of them hauling the damned heavy equipment than good!
What if somebody fell down and damaged irreplaceable equipment?
They’d arrived on Gemini less than a month earlier. Nobody was completely acclimatized to the gravity and pressure of the new world! She weighed twenty pounds more than she was used to! And she was one of the lucky ones—smaller and lighter than average and fairly athletic due to her passion for dancing. Some of the colonists wouldn’t even have qualified for inclusion due to their physical condition if not for their expertise in their fields. They were carrying around an extra forty pounds or more—without the damned heavy equipment they had to carry!
“If you don’t quit muttering under your breath …,” Monica hissed.
Noelle glanced at her in surprise. “I was talking out loud? I thought I was just thinking hard.”
Monica gave her a look but since their supervisor called a halt at just that moment, it redirected their attention from each other to their surroundings.
Noelle felt a prickling sensation creep up her spine and lift the fine hairs on the back of her neck. An involuntary shiver skated through her.
“You cold?” Monica whispered in surprise.
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