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Captain Brell turned in his chair. “Notify Command of our location. Send them all of our information. If we are going to get busted, we need to make this a haul worth talking about.”
Communications Mate Yuhig smiled at his captain and sent a very short message.
It was time the Skaine brought in the big guns. No more being careful with the Etheric Empire.
City of Bouk, Planet Straiphus, Straiphus System
R’yhek looked down at the human.
He was pretty damned large for a Yollin. Many figured his mercenary years had made him a fighter, but while he could hum the tune quite well, his preference was to make money by trading. When he left the teams, he had bought himself a halfway-profitable bar away from the main planet and bullshitted with other Yollins and the occasional alien in exchange for some cash.
R’yhek scratched one of his mandibles in consternation. “Are you even old enough to drink, human?”
The young woman smiled, then winked one eye at the Yollin. “Depends on whether my parents are around, Barkeep.” Her Yollin was fluent, which surprised R’yhek.
His eyes narrowed in concentration. “Table or bar?”
The young woman nodded toward the bar. “Bar, if you got time to talk?”
R’yhek shrugged. “Bar it is.” He took a couple of steps, then twitched and grunted, grabbing at his back. “Stupid-ass weather.”
“You having a problem with the carapace, Barkeep?” the little human asked from behind him.
R’yhek turned to look down at her. “What do you know about Yollin physiology?”
She shrugged. “Quite a bit, actually. Usually, when a Yollin is holding his back like you are we need to break off some chiton so your back plates can move easier.”
“Oh?” He clicked his mandibles together twice. “How do you do that?” He paused a moment. “And I didn’t get your name.”
“That’s because I didn’t offer it, Barkeep,” she told him, then smiled. “But I’ll share it with you.”
She leaned toward the larger Yollin a little, a glint in her eyes. “My name is Christina.”
Pirate Ship F’zeer
“The battleship should arrive in…” the crewman’s voice faded a moment as the captain swiveled to look at his communications personnel, “…about a twentieth of a turn, sir.”
Captain Brell turned to First Officer Wig and shrugged. “I wonder where the hell they’re going that they were so close?”
The First Officer pursed his lips. “I’m thinking they were lying hidden somewhere nearby and staying dark. We should have known they were around otherwise.”
Captain Brell nodded. “That is puzzling. We had intel on this ship we didn’t share and yet one of our battleships was that close by accident when we call out for help?”
Brell stood up and looked around. “Ask them to send us the verification sequence.” He put his hand on the all-call button.
“Sir, they aren’t replying!” Communications came back, his eyes opened in concern.
—
“Well, how the hell am I supposed to know what the verification sequence is?” Tabitha hissed to Achronyx. “It’s not like I’m the one inside their computers right now!”
“That information,” her EI came back, “is not in any area I’m capable of accessing. There is no way for me to confirm that I’m the ship they want to see at the moment.”
“Well, that tears it,” Tabitha huffed as she pulled a pistol. Ryu raised an eyebrow and unclipped his own gun. “Make sure Barnabas knows the score, as well as our guys on the ship. We should be fine, but the jig is up now. We need you here.”
The EI responded. “Yes, Ranger Tabitha.”
There was a moment of silence as Tabitha cracked the door to peek into the hallway outside the small room the two of them had been hiding in. Achronyx came back online.
“Ranger Tabitha, Barnabas has been notified, and now we have a more serious problem.”
“What’s that?” she asked as she pointed Ryu toward the engines. He rolled his eyes and took off.
“We really do have a Skaine battleship arriving about the same time as I am.”
Tabitha headed toward the bridge. “Well, that’s just fucking fine. More Skaines to line up for Justice.”
Back on their ship, Achronyx sent the update Barnabas had requested as he pushed his engines into the red. His was a capable ship, but even he couldn’t duke it out with a battleship and win.
If he couldn’t get there in time and Ryu couldn’t convince Tabitha to leave, there was going to be a problem.
Tabitha had already promised to never run from a fight with Skaines.
City of Bouk, Planet Straiphus, Straiphus System
“Huh.” R’yhek reached down to slap her outstretched hand. “You know a few of our customs.”
Christina twirled her hand in a circle. “Turn around. I’ll deal with your back problem.”
“What, just like that?” R’yhek asked. “Don’t you need some medical equipment?”
“Well,” she shrugged, “that would certainly help, but if you can handle a little pain, one of my uncles showed me how to do a field-expedient fix for the issue.”
“What are you going to do?” he asked.
“I’m going to slam my open palm,” she told him, opening her mid-sized hand and gently pushing it forward while pulling her other arm back, the fist closed on that hand. “Right between the two plates, pushing the middle one out.”
R’yhek blinked a couple of times, then shrugged. How hard could this little human hit, anyway?
He turned around. “Ok, I’m game.” He clicked his mandibles in humor. “What the hell, how much can this hurt?”
“Well,” she told him, “my uncle says it hurts like a sonofabitch.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s the son of a female dog, but I know a few dogs, and I’ve no clue why he says that.”
“Who’s your uncle?” R’yhek asked.
“This one’s name is Kiel,” she told him. “Now hold still for two seconds…”
CHAPTER THREE
City of Bouk, Planet Straiphus, Straiphus System
The slap to his back, when it came, was nothing like R’yhek had expected. It was everything her uncle had said it was.
And twice as painful as he would ever have believed possible.
He let out a roar of agony as he staggered three steps before falling into a table, bouncing off, twisting in the air, and landing on his back on the floor.
“Oooowww,” he groaned as he heard footsteps come closer to where he was dying in pain. Or living, yeah, he guessed he was living in pain since he still felt it.
“So Uncle Kiel was right, huh?” someone asked.
R’yhek looked for the person who belonged to the voice. His eyes finally focused on the young human again. “What did you hit me with?” he moaned. “I feel like I’ve been run over by a bistok.”
“My palm,” she answered, lifting her hand. From where he was laying on the ground, it looked inflamed. Just as if she had used it to hit him.
“How?” he whimpered.
“My aunt says if you are going to hit something, do it hard, fast, and continuously.”
“Another Yollin?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No.”
“Who is your uncle?”
“Uncle Kiel is the Leader of the Empress’ Yollin Mercenary group.”
R’yhek followed what she said, but then his brain caught up. “WHO?”
“Uncle Kiel.” She shrugged.
“Not that who.” R’yhek had just realized who she was talking about, though. No Yollin who paid any attention to politics in the Etheric Empire was unaware of the Empress’ Yollin Mercenary team or their leader. Kiel.
“Oh, my aunt?” she asked him, holding her hand out.
He reached up, not thinking about how much he weighed versus her. It wasn’t until she helped pull him up that he realized she was damned stro
ng.
Really damned strong.
He reached around and grabbed his back. He gingerly twisted to his left, then right, and finally bent back further than he had recently dared.
He was pain-free. “I’ll be dropped in bistok shit,” he murmured. She made a face of disgust. “What, have you been around bistok shit before?”
“Too many times,” she agreed. “The Bitches like to go play with them in their nests. It’s just gross.”
Her casual use of an Etheric human term twigged R’yhek once more. “Who did you say your other relative was?”
“I didn’t.” She grinned. “But I can tell you I’m named after her.”
“Christina?” he asked. “I don’t recognize that name.”
“No?” She smiled. “My whole name, good sir, is Christina Bethany Anne Lowell.”
R’yhek’s eyes opened wide. He knew exactly who this human was. There were whispers about her all over the place, and he looked around in concern. Wherever she was, her parents were bound to be close. Those three couldn’t come into an area without all kinds of whispers happening.
You absolutely didn’t fuck with the girl. But if you did, you had best make sure Mom didn’t find out, or you would get your kneecap shattered by a bullet.
And for bistok’s sake, you didn’t ever want to get her father pissed off.
“Oh, they will be here shortly,” she told him. “But don’t worry. We aren’t here to screw you over,” Christina told him as she moved toward the bar and slid onto a stool.
R’yhek slid behind the bar and walked over to the human. When he reached under the bar, he noticed her tense and drop an arm to her side. He knew she had something in a pouch, but he hadn’t realized it was a weapon until he grasped just who she was.
He slowed his movements. “Just liquor.” When he brought out a clear bottle with a deep amber liquid inside.
She winked. “Sorry. I can never be too careful.” He noticed she kept her arm lowered.
“That’s damned smart,” R’yhek agreed, grabbing two small glasses from behind him. He put them halfway between the two of them and poured each about a third full. “This is from the Eubos System. In general, the stuff they distill could be used to clean engine parts.” He closed the bottle. “But they have a station—”
“Seven-Seven-Two,” she interrupted. “I recognize T’ller’s mark on the side of the bottle.”
R’yhek blinked a couple of times at the human and turned the bottle to see. She was right. He looked back at her. “How do you know T’ller?”
“Um, my,” she scrunched her face up a bit, “I’d say aunt again, but Aunt Tabitha says to call her BFF, because calling her ‘aunt’ makes her feel too old.”
“Tabitha?” R’yhek felt a little cold at this revelation. Given the crowd she was running around with, there was probably only one human named Tabitha she might know. “You mean Ranger Tabitha? Ranger Two. That Tabitha?”
“Sure.” She grabbed the two glasses and handed R’yhek the one in her left hand. When he held it, she clinked her glass against it and took a large swallow, then shook herself quickly. “Damn!” she got out, before taking a smaller sip. “That first shot fucks a person up.”
R’yhek eyed the human as he slid the bottle back under the bar. She had just taken a shot of T’ller’s best, and strongest, alcohol. Most Yollins in this town would have had to spend a day working to earn enough money to buy that swallow.
He eyed his own glass and mimicked her shrug. He took his first swallow and grinned at the blaze of fire as his body seemed to come alive. He wasn’t sure what it did to a human, but from her flushed face, it was certain she was feeling something.
“And your aunt?” he asked, leaning on the bar with his left arm and manipulating his glass with his right.
“Tabitha?”
“No, the one… Oh…” R’yhek closed his eyes. “Your name.” He took another large swallow of his drink and let the fire hit him a second time before he asked, “Would someone like myself call her ‘Empress’?’”
When she smiled and nodded her head, all R’yhek could wonder was…
What did he do to have the who’s who of the Empire walk into his bar?
It was at that moment that his doors opened again and R’yhek looked up to see two more humans come in.
Her parents.
R’yhek sighed. He was well and truly fucked, he just didn’t know how—yet.
QBBS Meredith Reynolds, Yollin System
Bethany Anne had followed a plan for the last five years: set up meetings, go to meetings, find out shit at meetings.
And mostly be bored to tears at meetings.
Everything had been new and exciting for the first couple of years. With TOM to give her insights, she could make a difference. But at this point, her teams had acquired almost as much information as TOM possessed, and it was certainly more recent information. Her need to be in these meetings had ceased a long time ago.
Except for this one.
The Ixtalis are going to fuck up, guaranteed.
>>So far they have followed all protocols, and we haven’t found any evidence of double-dealing.<<
Just because we haven’t found it doesn’t mean it hasn’t occurred. It’s like knowing that if you grab a scorpion, it’s going to sting you. That’s what they do.
Are you suggesting that they can’t learn a lesson?
I’m not suggesting it, TOM. I’m flat-out telling you they can’t learn a lesson.
I’d say you are too cynical, but I actually side with you on this one.
>>I thought we had an agreement, TOM.<<
We had an agreement to be open-minded. Open-minded does not mean you choose the most illogical solution and call it open-minded. That’s just being stupid and wrapping it up in beautiful stupid paper. Unwrap it, and you realize you have been an idiot.
That’s… Wow, that’s impressive, TOM. I didn’t think I could turn you so conservative.
You haven’t. I’m still an alien of this galaxy. I’m just not naive.
Bethany Anne had continued walking toward the chair at the top of the dais while the three of them held their conversation. She fucking hated this setup, but apparently, this bullshit was expected by both her own people and those she met with.
Not that the aliens had a specific understanding of what the platform and chair meant. However, the humans knew it meant something. The reverence, the pomp and circumstance, of her having a throne on a raised dais helped the aliens recognize the sense of power.
Bethany Anne had thought they should meet around some sort of executive table instead.
Even her father had shot that idea down.
So here she was, ascending the twelve steps to her throne. She had tossed on a robe to cover her armor before coming in here. Once she was sitting on her throne, Eric came up the other side and offered her the Empress’ crown. She nodded and he set the crown on her head.
“How is Gabrielle?” she whispered. “Still pregnant?”
“Like you wouldn’t know if she had already popped?” Eric commented, smiling. “TOM and ADAM are keeping tabs on her every damned minute because of the Pod-doc sessions, so I know you are aware if she so much as sneezes.”
Bethany Anne smiled. “You know Stephen is planning on pampering the shit out of those twins, right?”
“Don’t remind me.” Eric winced. “Gabrielle says something is a no-go that he wants to do, and Stephen just lets it slide right off him. He’s slicker than Teflon.”
“Wow!” Bethany Anne glanced around for a second. Everyone in the throne room knew that whatever she was talking about with one of her Own must be important.
No one bugged them.
“I haven’t heard that term in a loooong time.” She looked at Eric, who had stood up. “Been waiting to lay that one on me?”
“No, just slipped out,” he told her, a glint of humor in his eyes.
“Uh huh,” she replied. “So who are we meeting first today?”
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“Still the Ixtalis, boss lady,” Eric replied, “nothing’s changed in the two minutes since you looked it up before you left your room.”
“Damn, just one small break would have been nice.” Bethany Anne faced the room as Eric took up his customary protective stance. She raised her voice. “Ok, let’s get this shit over with.”
—
Ixtali Legate Addix looked around the throne room of the Etheric Empress and considered her options. For probably the first time—well, the first time that any high-level Ixtali official would admit to—she was here without any technological support.
Meaning, she didn’t even wear consumer-grade hearing amplifiers that would have let her know what the Empress and her soldier were saying up on the podium.
It was obvious from his movements that he was a warrior. When he stepped behind her and took up a position of protection, her observation was proven correct.
When the Empress spoke, her choice of words gave Addix to understand that the Empress considered the meeting as something that was going to be painful, and she wished it to be over.
Quickly.
Unfortunately for the Empress, that wasn’t Addix’s goal. She needed a little help, and the Etheric Empire was probably the best choice.
If they would consider her request at all.
Pirate Ship F’zeer
“What do you mean, we’ve been boarded?” First Officer Wig was busy getting information from a screaming Skaine down in the Engine room. Wig slapped the alarm a second later and pointed toward two bridge guards. “Lock us in!” A moment later he ordered Inner Engineering to isolate themselves from Outer Engineering.
The bridge guard on the right had already started entering the code when he figured out what was going on with Wig, and a second later the blast door slid across the opening.
Wig turned toward his screens. They showed two ship contacts heading in their direction, and tracking said they would arrive at nearly the same time. In fact, they would cross paths before they arrived.
While the Skaine Battleship Shllet was impressive, the other was one of those damned Etheric ships. He wouldn’t want to be on the Shllet right now.
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