Dark Space- The Complete Series

by Jasper T. Scott

  Unlike the rest of the cruiser, which was strictly utilitarian, this room was luxuriously appointed, and for a moment it reminded Ethan of Brondi’s corvette. At the far end of the room was a broad, wooden desk set before a floor-to-ceiling viewport. Behind that desk was a big, high-backed black chair, which was currently turned away from Ethan to face the viewport.

  Ethan stopped just inside the doors. They swished shut, and he turned to look behind him only to find that he was alone in the overlord’s office. Suddenly, Ethan felt incredibly nervous and acutely aware of his skin, which was now crawling with dread. “Sir?” Ethan tried.

  “Do you know why I summoned you here alone?”

  Ethan felt his dread blossom into a sweaty, almost nauseating terror, but he clamped down on it. Whatever his fate, he surely deserved it after the disaster he’d wrought aboard the Valiant. “No, sir,” he lied.

  The chair slowly swiveled to face him. The overlord steepled his hands before his lips. “I think you do. I think you know exactly why. But you don’t know the half of it.” Ethan watched a slow smile spread across the overlord’s lips. “What I’m about to share with you can never leave this room. Do you understand that, Lieutenant?”

  Ethan blinked slowly—confused. “If you’re asking whether or not I can keep a confidence, sir, I assure you that I can.”

  “Good, because I have kept yours.... Ethan.”

  Ethan’s eyes bulged. “Then you do know.... How did you find out?”

  “My first clue was the Atton.”

  “The Atton, sir?”

  The overlord nodded. “Your ship.”

  “I see....”

  “I’m quite sure you don’t, but let me continue. My second clue was more subtle. Few people would recognize the tells of a holoskinner—such as the way your wrist still hurts for weeks and even months after the procedure while it is accommodating a new identichip, one which you were not implanted with at birth. Few would notice that, except for another skinner.”

  Ethan did a double take and then shook his head. “Another ...”

  “You’re not the only one who can wear a holoskin, Ethan.” And with that, the overlord’s hoary features shimmered and abruptly morphed into those of a much younger man—a man in his early twenties at most.

  Ethan took a quick step back. “Who are you?”

  The young man laughed. “That’s a fine question to ask. Don’t you recognize your own son?”

  Ethan felt like someone had just thrown a glass of ice water in his face. “Atton?” Ethan shook his head, and his jaw dropped open. It couldn’t be. This was a dream. “Is that you?”

  The erstwhile overlord smiled. “Sometimes I have to look in the mirror and ask myself the very same question, but yes, it’s me.”

  Chapter 23

  Ethan struggled to understand what he was seeing and hearing. His son was alive and sitting there before him, but just a few seconds ago he’d been looking and sounding exactly like Supreme Overlord Dominic.

  “How do I know you’re my son? You could just be claiming to be him.”

  Atton was still smiling. “Then how would I know your name? You can tell me it’s a big coincidence that your ship’s name is the Atton, and that my father’s name is Ethan, but I think you and I both know that’s not very likely. Besides which, there’s the fact that my mother’s name was Destra.”

  Ethan’s eyes widened and Atton nodded slowly. “Yes, I can see by the look on your face that I am not mistaken. My mother found the entrance to Dark Space a few months after you were exiled there. She was going to break you out, but before she could, the Sythians invaded, and she convinced her uncle, Captain Riechland, XO of the Valiant at the time, to take me with him when the heads of state retreated there. Riechland died in a delaying action which was to cover the Valiant’s retreat, and I was left alone. Dark Space was no place for a young kid without adult supervision, and neither was the Valiant. Long story short, the Supreme Overlord took pity on me.

  Later on, when the overlord was about to die, he shared his secret with me. He wasn’t really the overlord. He was a holoskinner just like you and me, and so he passed the mantle of command as well as his holoskin and identichip to me.”

  Ethan shook his head. “You mean you’re the second generation of pretenders to the throne?”

  “The face of the ISS couldn’t afford to die. My adoptive father’s predecessor, the real Dominic, actually died very young. He passed his burden to his most trusted advisor, and his most trusted advisor—my adoptive father—passed it on to me. I was never intended to last long in the role. It was my job to find someone more suitable—someone who has all the right instincts for command, someone with the age and experience to command respect from those serving under him. That someone could never be me, but I feel fairly confident, between your actions in our retreat, and your scores in the Rokan Defense, that now I’ve finally found the one I was looking for.... Should you choose to accept the responsibility.”

  Ethan’s eyes widened. “Kavaar... you ...”

  Atton held up a hand. “Please, don’t give me an answer now. Think about it. We’ll need some time to repair and regroup with the others out here in Sythian Space before we head back to retake the Valiant.

  “Atton.” Ethan’s mouth felt dry. In fact, he felt dizzy and unsteady on his feet. He still didn’t fully trust what he was seeing and hearing, but the young man seated before him was certainly young enough to be his son. “This is all a lot to take in, but you should know something before you go on.” Ethan swallowed visibly and then said, “Your old man hasn’t done much to improve himself since you knew him....” Ethan wasn’t sure how to continue. Or if he even should. He’d just been given his son back from the grave, and he was sure to lose the boy again with what he was about to say next.

  Atton cocked his head. “Yes?”

  Ethan smiled tightly. “I suppose I can deactivate my holoskin for a while.” With that, he sent a mental command to the control system which was attached to his stolen identichip. He felt a tingle of static brush across his skin, raising the hair on his arms and legs, and then he watched.

  Atton’s eyes widened and he began nodding approvingly. “There’s the old man I knew. My memories aren’t that clear, but I can recognize you from my mom’s old holos well enough.”

  Ethan took a few steps forward, until he was close enough to lean on the desk where his son was seated. Abruptly Atton rose to his feet and walked around the desk to stand face to face with his father. Ethan found that he was staring at a younger version of himself. The similarities between them were striking. They both had the same tall, broad-shouldered frame—the same green eyes, the same dark hair. Abruptly Ethan took another step forward and gave his son a big, bone-crushing hug. After that, they withdrew to an arm’s length, and Ethan found himself grinning uncontrollably. “I missed you, kid.”

  “Me, too ... Dad.”

  Ethan let his arms fall back to his sides. “Well, now I can die a happy man.”

  “Die? I hope you’re not planning to die. We have a lot of work to do.”

  “You might not think so when you hear what I have to say next,” Ethan said with a grimace.

  Atton’s eyes narrowed fractionally. “Go on.”

  “What do you think is the reason I was impersonating an ISSF officer?”

  Atton raised his eyebrows and a slow smile began spreading across his lips. “The food. Our breakfast scones are to die for.”

  Ethan scowled. “I’m being serious, Atton. Look, I’m just going to say it. Brondi put me up to it, but that’s no excuse. My copilot and I owed him a fair whack of sols. We skipped payments so he hunted us down to hold our feet to the afterburners. He kept my copilot as a ransom and said if I didn’t do what he asked, he was going to kill us, so I agreed. I didn’t know what I was really getting into, but ...” Ethan looked away, out the viewport, and his eyes caught a bright flash of static discharging inside the gray ice clouds of the nebula.

  “
What did he ask you to do?”

  Ethan slowly turned back to meet his son’s gaze. “He asked me to sabotage the Valiant. To destroy it. I was planning to find a way to doom the ship without killing everyone on board, but long before I could do that, I realized Brondi’s real goal. He’d infected me with some kind of plague and set me loose aboard the ship. I don’t know why I survived, but as far as I can tell, I was the first one to get sick. I went to med bay and they put me in stasis to get better. Twelve hours later I woke up and I was fine, but everyone aboard was dead. You were the first survivor I encountered.”

  Atton took all of that in without blinking. He was stolid and silent, as if waiting to hear the rest of the story. When he realized his father was done talking, he quietly said, “I know, Ethan. Among the prisoners aboard Brondi’s corvette was the biochemist who engineered the virus. He explained everything to me already.”

  “Then ...”

  “I’m not going to pardon you for your sins, but since you didn’t actually do anything, the worst we could charge you with would be impersonating a fleet officer, and possibly conspiracy against the ISS. Between the two you’d get life on Etaris, but as it happens I’m the only one who knows about your secret, and now you know mine, so we’re obliged to keep each other’s secrets safe.”

  Ethan’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “Then there are no hard feelings?”

  “I wouldn’t say that. I had a lot of friends aboard the Valiant. Even acting in my capacity as overlord I was able to get close enough to a few people that I’ll certainly miss them, but I just got you back from Etaris, and I’m not going to send you there again—no matter what you’ve done.”

  Ethan nodded slowly. “I went looking for you, you know. Both you and your mother. I went flat broke to do it, and I never found anything. Eventually I had to concede that the odds were low either of you had made it.”

  “The odds were low. They would have been infinitesimal if it weren’t for the fact that Mom had already found the gate and was planning to bust you out. She was still trying to scrape together enough to rent a ship for the prison break when the invasion separated us. I’ve been looking for her ever since I’ve had the power to order missions into Sythian Space. That was the real reason we reopened the gate.”

  Ethan’s eyes brightened. “Then you think she might still be alive?”

  “She was when she said goodbye to me. Whether or not she survived is another matter.”

  Ethan grimaced and his gaze dropped to the floor. “Immortals willing ...” A long moment later Ethan looked up. “Atton.”

  “Yes?”

  “You really want me to take command? I’m sure I’m not the most experienced commander you have, not by a long shot.”

  Atton shook his head. “After they all died I don’t have many to choose from.” Ethan grimaced and Atton went on, “But besides that, I can’t imagine someone else who would be safe to share my secret with, and even if I could find someone else, that person probably wouldn’t be willing to take the job, or to give me their identity in exchange.”

  “You’d like to trade, then.”

  “It wouldn’t be a good idea to reveal myself as me; I faked my death years ago to take this role, and old Dominic’s ruse is a dangerous secret to reveal. Even our most loyal crew members would mutiny if they were to discover that.”

  Ethan shook his head. “But I can’t pretend to be the overlord forever. He already looks like he’s more than 100 years old.”

  “You won’t have to do it forever. You and I are both going to shed our holoskins before long. We’ll switch to our real skins as soon as we can fake up some new identichips and a cover story for those identities. Our names will still be different, but that can’t be helped. Until then, and until the overlord can formally hand over his title to you with your new identity, we’re going to switch places. The Defiant needs a good commander if we’re going to make it through Sythian Space alive, and I’m not the man for that job.”

  “Are you so sure I am? I probably got lucky on the Rokan Defense.”

  “No, that wasn’t luck.”

  “Let me think about it.”

  “Take all the time you need as long as it’s less than a day.”

  Ethan nodded and gripped his son’s shoulder. “Meanwhile, I have to ask one more thing—”

  “Of course.”

  “Was there by chance a young woman among the prisoners aboard Brondi’s corvette? A young woman with dark hair and violet eyes?”

  “There was. She rather takes one’s breath away. A friend of yours?”

  Ethan nodded quickly. “She’s my copilot. I thought I’d lost her by now.”

  Atton frowned. “Your copilot? Are you sure?”

  “Yes, why?”

  “It’s just ... well, she seems more like the sort of woman to be ...”

  Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “To be what?”

  Atton held up a hand. “Don’t take offence, okay, but she tried coming on to me—as the overlord, the old, hairy, wrinkly overlord. When that didn’t work, she tried coming on to my nearest bodyguard. She’s almost a dead ringer for a ...” Atton grimaced. “Well, again, pardon my saying so, but she seems to be more suited to being a pleasure palace playgirl than a copilot.”

  The blood drained from Ethan’s face. “Take me to her.”

  Atton nodded. “Put your holoskin back on.”

  * * *

  Atton’s features shimmered and back was the wrinkled countenance of the supreme overlord. “She’s still being debriefed, along with her parents.”

  “Parents?” Ethan asked, as his own features shimmered and were replaced by those of the pilot Adan Reese.

  “Yes, the biochemist and his wife. Seems like Brondi was keeping the whole family hostage to leverage the old doctor.” Atton walked up to the doors and keyed them open. He nodded to his guards as he walked out, and Ethan followed him down the corridor to the lift tube at the end.

  Ethan and the overlord—his son—stepped into the lift tube and Atton keyed in a deck number. With a gut-wrenching lurch, the floor abruptly dropped out from under them, and Ethan had to steady himself on the nearest wall of the lift tube.

  “We’re still repairing the inertial management system,” Atton explained.

  Ethan straightened with a grunt. “I can feel that.”

  The lift tube screeched to a halt, and again they felt the jolt, a rapid deceleration that made their knees want to buckle. When the lift tube doors swished open once more, Atton led them through the bowels of the ship, winding through darkened corridors. Every so often the corridor ahead was lit up with a hissing shower of orange sparks and then they would inevitably pass a repairman with a welding laser.

  “These decks took a beating in our retreat,” Atton said, pointing to a ragged patch on the near wall of the corridor where a repairman was still drawing a molten line with his welding laser to seal the patch. “We finished sealing them just a few hours before you arrived. We need to be fully battle-ready before we attempt to cross Sythian Space.”

  Ethan turned to Atton with his eyebrows raised. “Cross it?”

  Atton waved his hand. “I’ll explain later. Here we are.”

  They arrived at a broad set of double doors which read, AS Pod Bay—the aft starboard pod bay. “Where are we?” Ethan asked, though he already knew the answer.

  “Our interrogation room.”

  Ethan frowned. “It looks like an escape pod bay to me.”

  Atton turned to him with a small smile. “That’s exactly what it is.” The imposter overlord passed his wrist over the door scanner and the doors opened for him with a swish and a thunk.

  Inside, at the center of the room, was a fold out table with three chairs, all three of them occupied. A pair of guards stood just beyond the doors, and lining the walls to all sides were dozens of hatches leading to escape pods. They walked into the room, and the people seated at the table looked up to see who it was. Ethan only recognized one of the three seated th
ere, but when her violet gaze met his green, he found that not even she was recognizable. She smiled luridly at him, and gave him a well-practiced come hither look which he had never seen Alara use.

  “Hey, handsome,” she said as he drew near.

  “Frek, what did they do to you, Alara?”

  The young woman’s brow furrowed. “My name’s Angel,” she replied, and then she smiled luridly again. “But that’s all you’re getting out of me until you buy me a drink.”

  Ethan shook his head and turned to the overlord. “She’s been chipped.”

  Atton nodded. “It would seem so.”

  “Can’t you fix her? Take it out?”

  Atton appeared to hesitate, and then he said, “We’re not sure yet. We’re still looking for a cyberneticist.”

  The old man sitting at the other end of the table looked up then with hollow blue eyes. “Even if we find one, we’d need to know the deactivation codes, or we could turn her into a vegetable.”

  Ethan’s gaze skipped from the old man to the old woman seated across from him, but she didn’t appear to notice that they were there. Her eyes were glazed and she stared absently into the distance.

  “There must be something we can do for her,” Ethan insisted.

  “Sure there is, handsome. Get a little closer and I’ll tell you exactly what you can do for me.”

  Ethan winced and his gaze slowly returned to Alara’s face. “I’m sorry, Kiddie.”

  She cocked her head and gave another lurid smile before flicking her tongue around inside her mouth in an erotic dance. Then she crooked her finger at him, indicating that he should come closer, and she blew him a kiss.

  Ethan cringed.

  “We’ll keep working on it,” Atton said. “But for now there’s only one sure way to get her back to the way she used to be, and that’s to beat the codes out of Alec Brondi.”