Warrior Rising cos-3

by James Somers

  Tiet let the lift door close in front of him. Wynn stood speechless. Tiet was certainly his father’s son. The same brash determination-it was something he remembered from serving under the king years ago. He was glad to see these qualities emerging finally. Unfortunately, that couldn’t guarantee Tiet success.

  ESCAPE

  The hangar bay of the Baruk flagship was teemed with soldiers. Unfortunately, they were congregated very near the Strider. Kale watched from a shadowy position high above the massive tarmac. There were many ships inside the bay, mostly Baruk fighter craft. Then he spotted one that was different.

  It was Governor Tal’s ship. He was almost certainly either imprisoned, or dead by now. Kale knew the Baruk were going to remove the remaining Vorn military from the equation very soon. Tal’s presence on the flagship probably meant the process had begun.

  Nevertheless, the Governor’s ship was some distance across the bay from his own and it was unguarded. Kale deftly made his way to an area above the vessel. It was quite a bit larger than his ship.

  He pulled three spicor discs from his vest and flung them downward at the hull of the ship. When they impacted, one right after the other in the same spot, a hole was created all the way through the hull. Kale dropped in fast. He landed inside and quickly made his way to the bridge.

  Kale had learned a few things about Vorn spacecraft during his years among their clan. He pulled a palm-sized device from his coat then fitted the mechanism to an interface panel at the helm. This would give him control of the ship.

  The area around his ship was still quite crowded with Baruk soldiers in their living body armor. Kale keyed in a sequence on the touch screen of his interface, and the ship’s turbines began a low hum. Tal’s vessel was now ready for lift-off.

  The group of soldiers surrounding the Strider noticed the engine sounds coming from across the bay. From above the long lines of Baruk fighter craft, they could see a ship rising off of the platform. It was the same ship that Governor Tal had arrived on with his aides-all of whom had since been executed.

  The Baruk soldiers leveled their weapons on the fleeing vessel. They opened fire on the Vorn ship floating above the docking platform as it prepared to leave the bay. The ship began to drift as the warriors closed in on it. The vessel crashed into Baruk fighters docked nearby then attempted to rise again as the warriors concentrated more firepower on it.

  Tal’s ship started spinning out of control. The tail end knocked Baruk fighters all around the bay, causing the soldiers to scatter for cover while still trying to maintain their assault. The shields on the vessel were not active. As it spun wildly out of control, many Baruk were pummeled to death by flying debris from the ship and the destroyed Baruk fighters.

  Kale sat calmly at the helm and adjusted the controls on his portable interface. The engine responded accordingly. He pulled up his handheld control pad and tapped in a new sequence. The governor’s ship drifted further down the bay toward the hangar control center. It tumbled and smashed into the area.

  As the control center was engulfed in a fireball, the hangar force field deactivated, allowing the influx of open space into the hangar bay. The entire hangar bay’s contents rushed into the vacuum carrying the Baruk soldiers with it.

  Kale laid aside his interface device. By remote piloting the Vorn ship he had been able to get to his Strider. He launched the Strider from the platform as debris bounced against the ship’s shields. Baruk warriors, who had been sucked into the void, bounced off of the hull as Kale’s ship shot through the mass of wreckage swirling out of the bay. He activated the Strider’s hyper coil and pushed away from the Baruk formation at high speed.

  The lush scenery that was common near the twelve cities had given way to the desolation of the territory around Nagon-Toth. Tiet was getting close now. The land was war-torn and the Horva had made no effort to revitalize it. No wonder they were conducting raids for supplies. They might be starving to death otherwise.

  Tiet felt sure now of his motives for conducting this mission. The Horva were just trying to survive. They had their freedom from the Vorn military now, but this was a bad start.

  The display showed another fifty miles before he would reach Grod’s fortress. He made adjustments to the helm, as his small craft glided over the barren landscape. The ship was well-designed and fast. The mileage deficit clicked away rapidly on the display. Tiet slowed the fighter as he approached to within one mile of the facility. He realized that Grod must already realize he had a visitor, but Tiet wasn’t planning on a surprise visit, only a memorable one.

  He brought the ship to a complete stop on a rise that overlooked Nagon-Toth in the distance. He got out of the cockpit then strapped on his blade. He quickly checked his weaponry: two thigh mounted kemsticks and a few spicors in addition to his father’s blade. He intentionally left his blasters in the ship. He didn’t plan on killing anyone but Grod-if it came to that.

  Tiet closed the cockpit of the ship and took a deep breath. This wasn’t going to be easy. He had to get to Grod and then hope the General would listen to what he had to say. Tiet had never even met the man, but he supposed it wouldn’t be that difficult to distinguish him as the leader.

  Tiet walked toward the facility. He made no effort to conceal himself, but the same could not be said for the Horva soldiers waiting for him. From an outcropping of rock nearby his path to the compound, no less than ten Horva jumped out to ambush him. Tiet was ready for them.

  His E.M. shield snapped on as the first pulse laser shot came at him. He blocked several more then dodged into the middle of the warriors. He swung his blade with absolute accuracy, cutting the pulse weapons through with the adomen tip. Immediately, Tiet set off a mental burst that knocked the warriors to the ground around him. Tiet replaced the blade in his scabbard. The soldiers were stunned but otherwise unharmed.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. ” But I have business with General Grod.”

  “You’ll never see the General,” said one of the warriors as he leaped to his feet and charged again with a large dagger in hand. Tiet grabbed the warrior’s weapon hand behind the wrist, twisting just enough to loose the knife from his grip. With the other hand, he brought two fingers to the warrior’s throat and applied just enough pressure to a particular nerve to bring him down. Tiet laid the unconscious warrior down gently. The others were staring at him apprehensively.

  “As I said, my business is with your General Grod. This really doesn’t have to be more difficult than you make it.”

  They all looked at each other not knowing what to do next. Then one of them rushed Tiet. The others followed. As they attacked Tiet moved in and out among them, creating quick chaos, throwing some off balance and into the others while hitting them with blow after rapid fire blow with his hands and feet. Within twenty seconds they were on the ground again but less aware of their assailant than before. Tiet gathered himself and continued his trek toward the complex, leaving his victims to figure out what had happened.

  Wynn’s com-link beeped on his wrist. He set the fighter on automatic pilot as he answered. “Wynn here.”

  “Sir, we’ve picked up a ship entering our system. It’s a Barudii ship, Strider class.”

  “What’s the heading?”

  “It’s on a direct course for Castai-Rex, sir.”

  This was puzzling. It was almost certainly the ship that Kale had used to escape the planet months ago. So why would he return and why now?

  “Sir?”

  “Yes?”

  “We’re receiving a transmission from the ship…it’s an intent to surrender, sir.”

  Now he was very puzzled. Why in the world would Kale come back and then surrender? It didn’t make sense, but he didn’t have any time to deal with it personally.

  “Captain, forward our acceptance of their surrender and meet the ship with a full squad of our best. Take the ship into custody. If you meet with any resistance from those onboard, terminate them.”

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��Yes, sir.”

  This was a twist Wynn hadn’t counted on, but other matters were more pressing at the moment. He adjusted the controls again. His ship careened south toward Nagon-Toth. He easily located Tiet’s ship by scans. He hadn’t put up a sensor cloak or anything. What was he up to?

  Wynn brought his ship down in an area facing another side of the complex. He was out of the cockpit quickly and left the ship sensor cloaked and shielded. Wynn’s new uniform would keep him invisible to the Horva’s sensor sweeps. He did not intend to be seen. If Tiet meant to boldly walk into a deathtrap, he was going to at least give him a fighting chance of getting out again.

  Kale keyed off the display. The command center at Baeth Periege had formally accepted his surrender. He set the autopilot to the coordinates given to him by the command center in order to dock his ship. He almost felt relief at the thought of giving himself up. His long run from all he had betrayed was almost over.

  Kale wondered if Tiet would be there to meet him as he landed. Perhaps he’ll drive father’s blade right through my heart, he thought. Even so, the running was over.

  At the very least, he supposed Tiet would imprison him for life so he could watch his traitorous brother rot on a daily basis. It didn’t matter. If that was Elithias’ will then so be it. Kale knew he deserved it anyway.

  Father, Mother…forgive me. Emotions, long pushed aside, threatened to flood in.

  The computer soon sounded the alarm as the Strider penetrated Castai’s atmosphere. Turbulence was quick as the vessel passed through and came around on course for the city of Baeth Periege. Kale noticed, on the approach, how much damage had been repaired within the city. Even the surrounding area had begun some renewal as far as the destruction of the ecosphere during the battle for the city. He had not seen the end of the battle. But even the city’s defense shield was back in place and fully operational.

  As Kale flew over the southeastern portion of the city, he saw many pulse laser batteries. They looked as though they were expecting a fight. Whether they knew it or not, the Baruk would soon be here to give it to them.

  A beacon flashed on his display showing him exactly where to bring the ship down on the huge landing platform near the Command Center. The building looked more imposing than before with its added weaponry adorning the outside.

  The area he was being led to below was guarded by what looked to be an entire squad of troops. He did not recognize the uniforms they were wearing, but as he drew closer to the platform Kale saw that the troops were a mix of Castillian and Vorn.

  So they’ve formed an alliance, he thought. Maybe they stand some chance of survival with the Baruk this way, but it’s going to be a terrible fight.

  The Strider touched down on the platform. The squad of Alliance troops reacted, surrounding the vessel. Kale looked out at the soldiers with their pulse rifles trained on his ship. It’s not too late to fight, he thought. No. This is the right thing to do. No more running. Kale lowered the ramp and descended. Daooth met him with two armed escorts flanking him.

  “Kale Soone, I presume?”

  “Yes.”

  Kale recognized the insignia on the Vorn man’s uniform distinguishing his rank.

  “Commander, I offer my formal surrender to you,” Kale said.

  “Your weapons, Kale.”

  “Of course.” Kale removed his coat slowly. Then he unbuckled the strap for his blade and scabbard, handing them to Daooth. “My other weapons are onboard, Commander.”

  Daooth stepped aside to allow the soldiers with him to secure the prisoner. He had never seen Kale Soone before, but the family resemblance was clear. Tiet looked very much like this man.

  “Sergeant, secure the prisoner.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  The two soldiers with Daooth placed a binder around his hands and a hood over his head. They didn’t want him to recognize the layout of the holding facility in case he tried to escape. The two soldiers flanked Kale then they led him to the detention facility. Daooth fell in behind them with the Barudii blade in his hand. The soldiers fell in close behind him with their pulse rifles ready. It wasn’t everyday they arrested a Barudii warrior. It wasn’t everyday someone saw one.

  Kale couldn’t resist considering how he might escape. As a Barudii warrior it was only natural for him to gauge his situation. He sensed the soldiers around him with his mental power. He perceived the layout of the building even though they had deprived him of his sight with the hood. It seemed kind of funny in a way, how easy it would be. Of course he wouldn’t attempt it. That would only make everything worse than it already was.

  Daooth and the soldiers led him to a holding cell deep within the complex. The square chamber was approximately ten feet wide by ten feet deep. It was heavily armored on every side except the open front entrance. The soldiers placed him inside and walked back beyond the entrance.

  A charged field was activated to seal him in. Someone he could not see tapped a keypad which caused the binder around his hands to release.

  With his hands free, Kale removed his own hood and surveyed his surroundings. There were ten guards still in the room outside his cell. They were heavily armed, watching him like hawks. He had the feeling that they understood the damage a Barudii warrior could do-had they really known, they would have left a lot more men.

  Kale was tired. He stretched out on the padded bed-the only furniture in the cell. Surely Tiet would be down to confront him soon. He thought it was very strange his brother had not met him on the tarmac. But he would be here. Now all Kale had to do was to wait.

  HORVA

  The laser fire came fast and furious from the towers along the length of the compounds perimeter shield. Tiet ran hard toward it, dodging along the way. By his mental power he could sense the laser fire coming in at him as he ran the open space before the shield wall.

  He came within range of one of the towers then ran right to it and up its length as though he were running upon the ground. The guard in the tower tried to fire at him from close range.

  Tiet pulled his blade as he passed the gun turret. The barrel and chassis of the gun fell away as his weapon kissed it. He went on, never pausing, never killing any of his attackers. When he reached the top of the tower, Tiet leaped away from it, somersaulting down back to the ground.

  He hit the ground still running. More shots came at him from soldiers on the ground. Warriors from all directions seemed to be closing in on him. Tiet ducked and rolled fast across the ground to dodge more laser fire then rolled out, back to his feet running. He hit the main gate and drove his blade deep into it, cutting a portal as laser fire raged upon the wall and ground around him.

  He dove through, finding a great hall beyond. Many Horva were already there. Tiet heard hundreds of weapons-their firing bolts locked, energy cells humming. Tiet stopped dead in his tracks. He stood ready with his blade and E.M. shield charged. Mere seconds seemed like an eternity. Then a voice shouted over the silence.

  “You will go no further, Barudii!”

  “My business is with General Grod,” Tiet said. “Why is it that with so many brave warriors he will not face me?”

  “He will face you,” replied the voice again as warriors parted before the man. From among them, Grod came forth. He was easy to distinguish as Tiet had guessed. The Horva leader was an imposing person-a good foot taller than himself and of a regal stature. No wonder they had chosen to follow him. Grod was in imposing specimen.

  “Why did you come here, Barudii? Do you mean to assassinate me?” Grod asked, laughing.

  “No, I’ve come to propose peace between our people. Surely you must know the Baruk are coming to destroy us all.”

  “I have no use for your peace. You are a fool to come here. Your folly has caught up with you.”

  Grod drew a large broad sword. Tiet recognized an adomen blade.

  “We’ve discovered something of your people’s weapons on our explorations through your cities,” Grod said.

  Grod smil
ed then charged him. There was a quick exchange of sword strikes between the two. One of Tiet’s strikes divided the sword just behind the cross-guard as planned. However, with his weapon destroyed, Grod did something unexpected. He moved in fast, grabbing Tiet’s sword arm. He had expected the Horva to back away, but the fearless dark-skinned warrior had surprised him.

  Grod held Tiet’s right arm with one hand preventing any further attack while delivering his own crushing blow to Tiet’s face. He was stunned and almost staggered, but Grod still had his sword arm. It was all very fast.

  Grod pummeled his forearm. Tiet felt his right arm break from the Horva’s powerful blow. His hand went limp and the blade fell to the ground. Grod did not even go for the weapon. He meant to kill Tiet with his bare hands.

  Tiet heard the crowd of Horva warriors cheering Grod on as the Barudii blade fell to the ground. Grod left off Tiet’s arm, grabbing the young man’s throat while pulling a dagger from his side. Tiet’s vision was spinning, but he resorted to the Way for help. Grod’s knife stopped in midair as he tried desperately to deliver the killing stroke. Tiet stared into his eyes, “Killing me will not be that easy, General.”

  Grod grunted to bring the blade down, no good then tried to crush the young man’s throat, but he could not. He realized that he could not move his body in any way.

  “Look down, General,” Tiet said. “Your life is in my hands more than you realize.”

  Grod looked down to find the Barudii holding a short rod between them with the business-end near his belly. He had seen the weapon before. The Barudii had used the same thing to kill the Teragore in the dome.

  “Kill me then, if that’s why you came here.”

  “I told you already. I want peace between our people. I know of your struggle against the oppression of the Vorn military, but the civilian populace had nothing to do with that. I proposed this alliance to them and those people have sent me with the same hope of peace.

  “Our peoples need peace. We’ll already have enough of a fight on our hands when the Baruk come. And they are already on their way. Join us. Let’s fight them together and live to have peace on our planet.”