by Liza Probz
She wondered if she had enough charge to finish him off. She pulled on all of her reserves, about to deliver the biggest blast she could.
“Wait!”
Her eyes flew to the human. Jeffrey was crawling toward her. “Hold that charge. Don’t blast him to oblivion yet.”
“It’s protocol,” she answered. “Take out the threat immediately.”
“You’ve got a damn Hareema prisoner. Doesn’t it make sense to take him prisoner and find out what he knows? Don’t waste this opportunity by following your foolish protocols.”
Once again, the human’s words made sense. It was an opportunity to find out what the enemy knew. Even if he wouldn’t talk, Zantharian scientists could determine what advances the Hareema had made that had allowed them to slip past Zantharian defenses.
She watched as the creature before her vibrated. Its form still resembled the major, but it was blurry. Like a reflection in a mirror coated with steam.
Its mouth started to move, and Kat had to strain to hear what it said.
“It’s too late. There are more of us than you could ever imagine.”
Kat recoiled, almost losing her hold on her bioelectricity.
“What did he say to you?” Jeffrey asked, pulling himself to his feet beside her.
“He said there were more of them.”
“More,” Jeffrey said, standing as close as he could to the creature without getting shocked. “Here on the ship?”
The Hareema laughed, the sound coming out more like a sick gurgle. “On the ship. On her world. On yours.”
Jeffrey frowned. “Who are they?”
The creature just laughed again, then doubled over, collapsing under the constant current. It seemed the time for talking was over.
“I won’t be able to hold this forever,” she warned her human companion. “I wasted some of my reserves when I zapped you.”
“It’s okay,” Jeffrey said, putting a hand to his side, no doubt at a tinge from one of the many bruises hidden by his flight suit. “Just hold it long enough for reinforcement to come.”
He limped over to the console. “Tell me what buttons to push to call your soldiers.”
Kat gave him instructions as she struggled to keep her energy focused on the Hareema. Jeffrey cursed over the console but at last a Zantharian face appeared.
“Get your asses down here,” he shouted. “We’re under Hareema attack!”
“What are you doing, prisoner?” the officer asked. “Where is Lieutenant Kat’Chinna?”
“She’s keeping the goddamn Hareema occupied while I get help. So order your men down here immediately.”
It didn’t seem as if the Zantharian officer was impressed. She could hear Jeffrey sputtering at him, but the officer still delayed.
“Chief, send a team down here on the double,” she yelled, hoping he would hear her voice and respond. “We don’t have long before the Hareema escapes. Hurry!”
“Fuck!” Jeffrey shouted.
“What?” she said, unable to turn away from the prisoner to find out what was happening at the console.
“The fucking screen went black,” he swore, slumping over the powered-down console.
Kat frowned. Would they send men in time? She hoped so. Then a dark thought entered her mind. What if another Hareema had answered the call? There could be more than the major’s replacement on the ship. Would the enemy send reinforcements in place of her own men?
“We don’t have much time,” she groaned, using all of her power to keep the current flowing through the prisoner.
The Hareema continued to vibrate, the melting form of Major Ontarii showing signs of restabilizing. The creature began to smile, and she knew it would soon be too late.
“You can do it.”
Jeffrey had pulled himself over to her, and he held his hand out, about to touch her.
“Don’t!” she shouted. If he touched her, he would deflect some of her current into himself, draining it off of the major and perhaps allowing the Hareema to escape.
Jeffrey recoiled as if slapped, hurt apparent in his face. She opened her mouth to explain, hoping to wipe that look away, when the sound of the membrane opening drew her attention.
“Get back!” One of the Zantharians was powering up, aiming at the human, assuming he was a danger to her.
“Stop!” she shouted. “He’s not a threat. Get over here now!”
Kat prayed that the Zantharians who had responded were not enemy soldiers in disguise. Two men rushed to her side, another two pulling the human away and holding him back from the action.
“I’ve got it frozen with my energy, but my reserves are running out!”
One of the Zantharian soldiers gasped. “Major Ontarii!”
“That’s not your commander, kid,” she heard Jeffrey say. “He’s been replaced. Now help your lieutenant hold the charge on him.”
Kat could see that both soldiers were charged up and ready with their bioelectricity. One extended his hand, his arm flashing white.
“Wait!” she ordered. “No full blast!”
“But it’s protocol,” he replied. “Take out the enemy before he can escape.”
“Not this one,” she contradicted. “We’re taking it prisoner.”
“The risk is too great,” the other soldier said, his arm extending, fully powered as well.
“I’m in command of the ship,” she said, summoning all the authority she could and filling her voice with it. “I’m giving you a direct order. You are to hit it with a medium grade current, just enough to keep it destabilized. We’re not going to destroy this one.”
“He’s a danger to our race,” the second soldier said.
“Not knowing what the enemy is planning is the real danger,” she argued. “It’s clear that they know how to get past our defenses, how to fake the energy exchange. It’s time for protocol to change.”
She could see that her words were having an effect. “Obey my order,” she said, her voice firm. “I want a current on him. Mine is almost depleted.”
The soldier closest to her nodded, holding his arm steady.
Kat breathed a sigh of relief, but tensed up again when she realized the energy transfer would be delicate. Too little current, and the Hareema might escape. Too much, and they’d blast their prisoner to bits.
“On three,” she said, nodding at the soldier. “Remember, a medium current only. Ready?”
The soldier nodded.
Kat counted, realizing that her energy was almost at its limit. “One. Two. THREE!”
Her electricity faded just as she shouted, but in that second the new current hit the Hareema. The thing with the major’s face screeched, and she saw its form continue to melt and reform, melt and reform.
“Good,” she said, slumping back against the table.
“Kat!” Jeffrey yelled, struggling against the soldiers’ holds. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” she said shortly. She turned to the remaining three soldiers. “I want you to keep him under rotating current until we figure out what’s going on. You four are to stay here. I’ll send reinforcements to guard the door.”
“What about the human?” one of the men asked.
“He comes with me.”
“Begging your pardon for questioning an order, lieutenant, but how do we know he isn’t dangerous?”
Kat frowned. “He’s the one who convinced me Major Ontarii was a Hareema plant.”
The man nodded, and the soldiers released Jeffrey. He stumbled a little, then gave her a smile. “Thank you.”
She nodded. “Likewise.”
Kat headed for the door. “Time to find out where the flagship is headed.”
Chapter 10
Jeffrey followed behind the alien female, struggling to keep up in his condition. He’d assumed they were going to the bridge, but instead she made the turn to the brig.
“Where are we headed? You said we were going to find out our current course.”
“
I will,” she replied without turning back to look at him. “But first you’re going back to your cell.”
“What!” he shouted, jogging to catch up with her. “Haven’t I proved myself to you yet?” he asked, grabbing her shoulder to stop her.
“That’s not what’s going on,” she said, turning around. “You’re hurt. There is a human doctor in your cell. She’s going to check you out.”
“It can wait,” he growled. “We need to figure out what’s happening on the bridge.”
“And I will. But you’re going back to your cell.”
Jeffrey frowned. “You need my help.”
“You’re wrong,” she said, pulling his hand off her shoulder. “You’ll be a distraction. I might trust you, but my men won’t.”
She’s shutting me out.
The realization hurt worse than any blow the Hareema had landed. She got what she needed, and now she’s done with me.
They reached the cell and she opened the membrane, motioning for him to go inside. He looked at her, his gaze searching her features, but her expression was blank.
It seems the fight is over. He stepped through the membrane.
There were four beings in the cell, two human and two Zantharians. His fellow crewmembers were seated on the floor across the room from their Zantharian guards. Both groups seemed to be studiously ignoring each other.
“Lieutenant Cheerful!” Chao shouted, jumping to her feet and rushing to him. “What happened to you?”
“I gave those aliens what for,” he said with a laugh, watching the faces of the Zantharian guards. “You might want to go check on your first officer,” he said, his tone serious. “She’s going to need all the help she can get.”
“Our orders are to remain here,” one of the guards replied.
“Suit yourself,” he said, limping forward.
“What did they do to you?” Dr. Tan was already examining him, touching his bruises and causing him to grimace.
“You should see the other guy,” he said. “He lost his head completely. Well, his head and the rest of his body, I guess you could say. Except he doesn’t exactly have a body.”
“He’s lost it,” Chao said to her companion. “He’s talking gibberish.”
Jeffrey laughed. It was good to be back with his crew. “I assure you, I’m not.” He started to tell them about the interrogation, leaving out the parts where he and the Zantharian lieutenant had explored each other’s bodies with abandon.
Even though those times were the best part.
“We discovered that the man calling himself Major Ontarii was actually a Hareema plant.”
The Zantharian guards were no longer able to fake disinterest. “What are you saying?” one of them asked.
“Your lieutenant ran a charge through him, causing his shape to destabilize and proving that he was a Hareema agent.”
“Did she kill it?” the other demanded.
“No,” Jeffrey explained. “I convinced her to keep it under charge until we can get it back to your home world.”
“That’s too dangerous!” the first guard shouted. “Protocol demands that we—“
“I know,” Jeffrey interrupted wearily. “Exterminate on sight. But your new commander feels, as I do, that we’ve reached a point where it is essential to find out what the Hareema are planning. And that requires taking prisoners, no matter the risk.”
“This son of a shark is lying,” the second guard said. “He has to be. Major Ontarii a Hareema plant? Not likely.”
“Find out for yourselves,” Jeffrey said, pointing to the membrane.
“I’m going to the bridge,” the second guard said. “You stay here and watch the prisoners.”
“Wait,” the first stopped his companion. “We’re under strict protocols. No one should be traveling single. Pairs at all times, remember?”
“Then come with me.”
The guard looked torn. He’d been ordered to monitor the prisoners, but if what was being said was true, then he needed to know. “All right. They can’t get out of here anyway. Let’s go.”
And with that, both guards stepped through the membrane and vanished.
“Now tell us what really happened,” Tan said to Jeffrey.
“That did happen,” he said. “Major Ontarii was a plant. There are Hareema on this ship.”
The women stared at him at a loss for words. “So they’re real?” Chao asked at last.
“Yes. They’re real. I saw one. It beat the crap out of me.”
“If Major Ontarii was a plant, what does that mean?” Tan asked.
“Either he was compromised before or…”
“Or on our ship.” Chao frowned. “Either way, our crew is in danger.”
“We’re all in danger,” Tan replied.
Jeffrey agreed. “That’s true. If Hareema are here, they’re likely on the Earhart as well. And maybe they’re on Earth. Kat seems to think that’s a distinct possibility.”
His words caused a deep silence to descend and cover the cell. They sat there, staring at each other, each lost in their own thoughts of dread and danger.
The membrane opened suddenly, drawing their attention. Two Zantharians stepped through, one carrying a small case.
“What do you want?” Jeffrey asked.
“I’m a medic,” the one with the case replied. “Lieutenant Yarr sent me to tend to your injuries.”
Tan stood and approached the Zantharians. “Let me see what you’ve got.”
The medic knelt, opening his case for the human doctor’s inspection. He pulled out a container and held it out to her. “This salve will speed up the healing process.”
“How do I know it’s safe for humans?”
“We are familiar with human biology. It’s benign, but it will help clear up the bruising and ensure that there is no scarring.”
Tan’s eyebrows lifted. “I’m not sure,” she said, doubtfully.
“Kat’Chinna sent you?” Jeffrey asked.
The medic nodded.
“Proceed,” Jeffrey stated, nodding at the Zantharian.
“But Cheerful, we don’t know what the risks might be. It could—“
“I trust Kat,” he said.
The medic moved closer and began spreading the salve. Tan pulled a blob out on her fingertip and sniffed at it.
As the salve touched his skin, it began to heat up and tingle. Tan took over for the medic, applying the salve to every bruise and scrape. “It smells like steamed broccoli,” he said, turning up his nose at the stink. Once he’d been covered and the cream had absorbed into his skin, the medic closed his case and made to leave.
“Wait,” Chao said, stopping the Zantharians before they could exit. “Can you tell us what’s happening now?”
“I’m afraid not,” the guard answered, his face blank. “Our operations are confidential at this juncture.”
“Please,” Dr. Tan said, grabbing the medic by the arm before he could pull away. “We just want to know what’s become of our ship.”
The Zantharian medic stared down at the little woman by his side. He towered over her in typical Zantharian fashion. “I’m sorry,” he said after a moment. “I don’t know where your ship is.”
“Where are we headed?” Tan asked, refusing to release her grip.
It didn’t seem like the medic minded her hold on him. In fact, if Jeffrey had to guess, he’d say the medic was instantly taken by the small human doctor.
“A new course has been laid in. We’re headed to the home world.”
“Let’s go,” the guard said, his skin starting to mottle with spots of yellow. “You’ve said enough already.”
Tan let go of the medic and he gave her a small smile before both men left the cell.
“Headed to the home world,” Chao murmured.
“But without the Earhart,” Tan added.
Jeffrey nodded. “During the interrogation, Kat mentioned that we’d disengaged from our ship and were headed somewhere. She was locked out of the na
vigational display, so she couldn’t tell us where we were going. Looks like she’s got things back under control now.”
“So it’s Kat, is it?” Tan said, giving him a probing look.
Jeffrey wanted to sigh. But he was forced to keep up his cheerful demeanor. It was what his crew expected of him. “I told you I’m irresistible.”
Chao laughed, but Tan stared at him a moment longer. Her gaze moved to the floor. “You trust this Kat?”
“Yes.” Unequivocally, he thought of adding, but didn’t want to give away too much of what had happened between him and the sexy Zantharian lieutenant.
Tan was too perceptive by half. “You’re entrusting our lives to a woman you’ve known for a handful of hours. What has she done to earn such trust so quickly?”
Jeffrey pulled up his knees and leaned his head back against the wall. “She was honest with me. Told me about the Hareema infiltration on Zanthar.”
He closed his eyes, not really wanting to see the expressions on his crewmates faces. “She had to make a choice in that room. What she thought was her commander was screaming at her to kill me. She chose to take him out instead, risking her career and her planet’s safety to do so.”
“I don’t blame you for trusting her,” Chao said quietly. “I can’t imagine how I would respond if Captain Brooklyn was taken over by these shapeshifters and started giving orders. She took a big risk.”
Jeffrey opened his eyes and gave a small smile. “She did.”
Tan began to pace. “What worries me is, Captain Brooklyn could have been taken over and we wouldn’t know. Isn’t it true that the real Major Ontarii could be on the Earhart right now? That would mean that the Major Ontarii who brought us here could have been a Hareema from our own ship.”
Jeffrey nodded, following her logic. “The real Major Ontarii could be on our ship right now, battling it out with Hareema who could look like anyone.”
“But that means some of our crewmembers weren’t human.” Chao’s voice wavered as she spoke.
“How do you fight a shapeshifter?” Tan asked the air. “You might not ever know someone’s been replaced until it’s too late.”
Chao’s eyes were wide. “How can we trust anyone now?”
