Jyra and Craig took a seat at the table, which was now covered by a map.
“You’re looking at a settlement
to the northeast of here,” Berk said. “It’s called Horbson, about thirty miles
away.”
“It’s been an essential and
convenient source for us,” Shandra said. “It’s a perfectly functional city on
it’s own, but has some vulnerabilities.”
“The police aren’t very
organized. In fact, it’s challenging for them to form a basic perimeter,” Berk
said. “Even after one patrol had me nearly cornered in a food storehouse, other
units failed to cover all the exits. I made it out and escaped with the goods.”
“How long have you been operating
from here?” Jyra said.
“About eight months,” Shandra
said. “We need to work faster, though. Each mission into Horbson is another
risk. Just because the authorities haven’t followed us back here yet doesn’t
mean they won’t. But we’ve got to eat and food supplies are getting low. Let’s
go over the food theft first. Then we’ll start talking about hitting the
shipyard.”
“Why are you sending us on the
food mission? We don’t know anything about the town,” Craig said.
“Exactly,” Berk said. “Which
means no officer has seen you there, nor anyone else, so you can’t be
identified.”
“Shouldn’t our anonymity be
preserved for the ship mission?” Jyra said.
“The ship mission will take all
of us,” Shandra said, exhaling heavily through her nose. “When did you two
become so doubtful?”
“I want to make sure we’re
thinking everything through,” Craig said.
“That’s been seen to,” Shandra
said. “So here’s what you do.”
She explained the plan with constant
input from Berk.
“This market will receive a
shipment in about six hours,” Shandra said.
“It’ll be dark by then,” Berk added
with an assuring nod.
Leonick only stared and took sips
of Nova from a flask that, as far as Jyra could tell, had materialized in his
hand.
After reviewing the location of
the market’s loading dock, Shandra moved onto describing the vehicle.
“It’s a standard mid-range pod.
We’ll go see it in a moment.”
“Either of you ever flown one?”
Berk asked. He leaned forward and through the shaggy hair about his face, Jyra
noticed his eyes gleamed with a serious gaze.
She shook her head.
“I’ve flown a pod before,” Craig
said, also put off by the sudden shift in Berk’s demeanor.
“I’ve hit people before,” Berk growled. In a pleading
tone he added, “Shan, you’ve got to let me fly.”
“Macnelia wants the two of them
to go,” Shandra hissed. “The pod belonged to Berk before he donated it to our
cause. Instinctive protection of such a machine dies hard.”
“I want as much time as possible
to go over the pod with each of them,” Berk said, sitting back with a scowl.
“It’s fine if you want to just
show Craig,” Jyra said. “He’d be better at it—”
“Not if he’s been shot,” Berk
said. “I don’t mean to say that will happen, but if it does, it’s up to you to
get him back here.”
Jyra gulped.
“What exactly are we looking
for?” Craig said, keen to divert the conversation away from even a hypothetical
gunshot wound. “I mean, we’re not supposed to grab random boxes, are we?”
“They should be labeled,” Shandra
said. “A couple floodlights above the dock should make them easy to read. Of
course, they’ll also make you more visible.”
“Will we be armed?” Jyra said.
“You’ll each have a gun, but
hopefully you won’t have to use them. Remember, you’re dealing with innocent
people,” Shandra said. “No kill shots.”
Jyra wasn’t sure she could hit
any target with a gun; she’d never even held a firearm. She was so preoccupied
thinking about the consequences of possessing such a weapon, it took the sounds
of chairs scraping back from the table and the map rolling up to bring her
attention back to the cavern.
“Berk will show you the pod,” Shandra
said.
Jyra and Craig followed Berk
toward a passage across the cavern. Jyra watched Shandra walk over and take a
seat next to Neeka. The two of them began talking in hushed voices. Soon, the
cavern disappeared around a sharp curve in the corridor as the newcomers
trailed after Berk farther into the mountain.
*
The passage was dimmer than the
first. Lights were spaced at greater intervals. Some flickered as the trio
passed them. Jyra ran her fingers along the rough, damp walls. She remembered
the rocks on Tyrorken. She and Dario discovered a pile of gritty stones near a
pit mine when they were children. They made a game of seeing who could throw
the farthest. Even at the narrowest point of the pit, none of their rocks made
it even halfway to the opposite side. They stopped when Jyra’s coughing fits
from the bad air forced them to return home.
Jyra stumbled on the uneven
ground and Dario’s smile as he lobbed a dirty stone vanished from her mind. The
passage floor had become even steeper.
“Might want to use your hands
from here,” Berk said over his shoulder. Jyra watched as he spread his arms to
brace his body. The sleeves of his jacket pulled back to reveal his wrists.
Though she couldn’t see it, Jyra thought of his tattoo and before she
considered it, she blurted the question.
“What's the tattoo on your
wrist?”
Berk stopped and fumbled in his
jacket with one hand. He took a swig of whiskey and then continued on.
“From a hospital on Silanpre
where I’m from,” he grunted. “If you make it back, maybe I’ll tell you the rest
of the story.”
None of them spoke again until
they came to a fork in the passage.
“This way,” Berk said, taking the
right corridor. “Nearly there.”
Jyra’s feet were clammy and cold,
but her face was hot from the effort of keeping herself upright while
navigating the steep path.
After another ten minutes, Jyra
heard a loud snap and light spilled into the passage ahead of Berk—he had
thrown a switch on the wall. The trio stepped into a cavern that was about the
size of the one with the fire pit.
The pod was parked in the middle
of the room. The twin engines faced the passage.
“Take a look at her,” Berk said.
“I’m going to check outside. Make sure a test run is all right.”
He strode across the cavern and
up the ramp of granite. Jyra followed him to the base of the ramp. Instead of the
sky, she looked up to see a sheet of ice hanging over the opening. Berk stepped
out of sight between the crest of the ramp and the overhead glacier that
shielded the cavern from view.
She turned her attention to the
pod. Craig was already pacing around it, eyeing the small cockpit with two
seats arranged side by side. The main body was rather thin. A rack took up most
of the space behind the enclosed cockpit. The engines sat just aft of the rack.
The nose swept off of the cockpit and finished in a fine point. Three
retractable legs held the pod upright. The dull gray cowling on the machine
reflected the lights on the cavern ceiling.
Jyra stared into the cockpit and
the diagrams from the book Dario gave her surfaced in her mind. Toward the
front of the book, she remembered the simpler flying machines.
Footsteps announced Berk’s
return. Jyra broke her gaze with the cockpit.
“Is this a custom build?”
“Did most it myself,” Berk said.
“The controls are from a Class B
stunt flyer, right?”
Both Craig and Berk seemed taken
aback, but Berk nodded.
“Correct, I salvaged nearly the
entire console from a wreckage yard. Lots of stunt pilots on Silanpre. I had to
patch the right side back together.”
Jyra had already noticed the fine
welded line that snaked evenly between the controls on her side of the pod.
“I think you and I should take
her out first,” Berk said, walking up to Jyra.
“Yeah,” Craig said. “I was only
going to ask where the ropes for the rack were stored.”
“Compartment on the side there,”
Berk said, pointing at a hatch as he twisted the release lever that allowed the
cockpit enclosure to swing open.
Jyra wasn’t sure where her
confidence came from, but she caught her reflection in the clear cockpit dome.
The Mourning Mark remained smudged on her forehead. She retied her hair and
stepped into the cockpit, settling in the pilot’s seat. She heard her words
from the night before, demanding action. She felt like she knew this cockpit,
this machine, and all about how it worked. Her feet found the rudder pedals. Her nerves settled, replacing the feelings of recklessness and anger from the previous night. Jyra heard Berk
talking to Craig, but didn’t understand a word he said.
Berk took the empty seat and
pulled the dome over the cockpit. It latched with a loud click.
“He’s clear,” Berk said. “You
know how to start her?”
His voice sounded distant, like
he was speaking to her through the cockpit dome from outside. Jyra nodded and
she reached down near her knee and pressed the starter. One click and then
another echoed through the body of the pod and Jyra knew the engines were on
standby. Then a roar filled the cavern. She heard the whirring of the motors
over the bellowing engines that angled the dynamos to send the pod up the ramp.
She eased back the lever with her left hand to retract the legs. Then she
increased the engine power and they crept out of the cavern. At the top of the ramp, she reduced
thrust and the pod dropped neatly down a steep slope. Then Jyra gunned the
engines and they burst out into a long valley, surrounded by mountains.
“Why didn’t you want to fly?”
Berk hollered over the noise. “I’ve never seen anyone take to her so fast!”
Jyra stepped on the left pedal
and the pod curved in that direction. The sheer cliffs of the mountains rushed
at her, but she steered with ease and kept her hand on the engine power
regulators.
“Let’s head back,” Berk said.
“Give Craig a chance, but I already know who I want flying on this mission.”
In the back of her mind, Jyra
knew getting back into the cavern would be tricky, but her body didn’t seem to
listen. The pod soared up to the top of the ramp and glided forward, missing
the glacier and the top of the ramp. Jyra rotated the machine and dropped the
legs before landing.
“I guess I need to take her out
for a flight in case you get shot,” Craig told Jyra.
“Shandra should be down with
supplies soon,” Berk told Jyra. “Head up the passage a bit. You don’t want to
be in here when we take off.”
Jyra covered her ears as the pod
roared off. She wasn’t sure what to make of her skill at the controls. The
seriousness of her goals, the reasons she was on Drometica in the first place,
tempered the lightness in her chest and the exhilaration from flying.
Before the pod returned, she
heard scuffling in the passage and Shandra and Neeka appeared carrying items
for the mission. Even in the dim light of the passage, Jyra saw the shining
barrels of the guns, emerging from their holsters. The sight erased all
thoughts of the pod and the mission itself.
“You all right?” Shandra said.
“Yeah,” Jyra said.
“No you’re not,” Neeka said.
“None of us are all right. You’ll learn to forget it, though.”
“I’m sorry about Derek,” Jyra
said.
“We all are,” Shandra said. Jyra
wanted to look Neeka in the eyes, but couldn’t bring herself to do it.
“He’s more than new motivation,”
Neeka said and Jyra could tell by her voice that she was fighting to keep a
level tone. “He’s more than that to me.”
“I know,” Jyra said. The roar of the
pod ended the conversation and as the noise began to fade, the women entered
the cavern.
Craig and Jyra were each given a
gun. Jyra strapped the holster belt around her hips, hoping the firearm would
never leave its snug position next to her left thigh. As though she could read
her mind, Shandra said, “you’ll be firing it when we take on TF.”
Jyra didn’t respond but accepted
the rolled up map of Horbson. They were given a bag that contained a couple of
sandwiches and a large canteen of water.
“Here’re a couple flashlights,”
Neeka said, pulling them from the deep thigh pockets of her trousers.
“Make sure you don’t try and take
too much stuff,” Berk said. “She won’t fly with too much of a load. You
probably can’t tie that much stuff on anyway. As long as you’re doing
everything right, do everything as fast as you can, too.”
Jyra realized she expected to see
him take a sip of whiskey, but his hands remained at his sides.
“Head down the valley and you’ll
almost be able to see Horbson once you’re clear of the foothills,” Shandra
said.
“It’s probably getting dark out
there,” Neeka said.
“Are you suggesting we go?” Craig
said.
“We aren’t the subtle type,” Berk
said. “Go get us some food so we can make the push to get out of here.”
Jyra and Craig climbed into the
cockpit and stowed their supplies behind the seats. They waved at the others as
they retreated up the passage.
“I can’t quite believe they’re trusting
us do this,” Craig said.
“Macnelia’s got an interesting
way of building trust,” Jyra said, but her mind was already clearing as she
leaned down to start the pod. Moments later, they burst into the darkening
valley. Jyra stepped on the right pedal and the pod careened toward the plains
beyond the foothills.
“Everyone back there’s a little
strange,” Craig said once they left the mountains. “Still, it sounds like we’re
heading right back where we came from.”
“Which makes me wonder why
Macnelia let Derek come back so soon,” Jyra said, as she pressed on the left
pedal. “If they’re heading to Tyrorken anyway, why go to the trouble of getting
you and I here?”
“I don’t know what TF planned to
do with you, but we had to make sure you were beyond their reach,” Craig said. “As
I said before we left, you might have been sent into a mine already. As for
Derek, I don’t know exactly how he kept TF from knowing about his activity with
the resistance. I think he convinced them he was running prospecting missions
to Drometica, which he could do in addition to checking in with the
resistance.”
“When Derek delivered the letter
to me, he made it sound like he worked on the rigs with Dario,” Jyra said. “He
said his team was taking the day off to mourn.”
“Could be true.”
“Derek was in charge of a team of
workers and ran prospecting missions? That’s an awful lot for one person to
manage.”
“I don’t know anymore than you
do,” Craig said. “Until we rescue Derek, we won’t really know.”
Jyra took the hint that he didn’t
want to discuss uncertainties. Instead, she asked Craig something she’d been
wondering about from when she met him in his living room the night of their
departure from Tyrorken.
“Why did you make me promise not
to tell anyone all the stuff you told me about the resistance? We were about to
leave the only planet and people I’ve ever known.”
“Secrecy,” Craig said after a brief
pause. “When I made that request, we were still in a dangerous position. Had
you been captured when we took off, I had done all I could to make sure you
didn’t reveal any sensitive information to the enemy.”
Jyra had a sudden vision of
sitting in an interrogation room, fighting to withhold what she knew. The glare
of the lights bore into her eyes and anonymous agents screamed questions at
her. She shook herself, trying to jostle the scene from her mind.
The clouds in the mountains
followed the pod toward Horbson. An unbroken mat of gray blocked the stars. The
lights of the city were visible in front of the hills on the horizon.
“Might want to drop a little
lower,” Craig advised. From this distance, they could see the lights of only
two vessels in the air near Horbson. The police could lock onto the pod easily,
especially without other flying vehicles to interfere with tracking systems.
“A custom build like this won’t
have an ID chip,” Jyra said.
“They’ve been using it for supply
runs since they’ve been here,” Craig said. “I’m sure the police can track us
even if we don’t have a chip. They can still see us.”
“I’m surprised they’ve managed so
many getaways,” Jyra said as they cruised lower. She could see the black
outlines of boulders and other features on the ground now. “How did the police
manage to lose them over plains this size?”
By the time they reached the
outskirts of Horbson, the two airborne vehicles had disappeared. Jyra slowed to
a reasonable speed and glided by row after row of boarded-up windows. The pod
flew over multiple broken streetlights. The first working one illuminated an
unpaved road and someone lying facedown at the base of the pole.
“I don’t think I’ll eat the sort
of food we’ll be getting from a place like this,” Craig said.
“Can you find where we are on the
map?” Jyra said. Craig unfolded the map and crumpled the sides down so it would
fit in the cramped cockpit.
“Let’s see we came in from the northeast,”
Craig said, tracing a finger in from the plains. “Do you see an opera house?”
“Do you see an opera house or anything like one around here?” Jyra
snapped.
“Just jump a little above the
buildings so we can check.”
Jyra guided the pod upward. About
eight blocks straight ahead they saw, through the gloom, a dome jutting above
the other broken buildings. As they drew near, it was obvious the opera house
was as decrepit as the rest of the neighborhood. Pieces of the dome had caved
in and large timbers and buttresses had broken loose and fallen on the dirt
roads below.
“Please tell me the market is far
from here,” Jyra said dropping the pod below the rooflines. Craig searched the
map, crumpling it more as he went.
“It is,” he said with relief.
“Head southwest. It’s more central than I thought.” Jyra cruised through the
streets and the buildings began to change. Fresh paint and flashing billboards
replaced cracking walls and blocked windows. The streetlights were all on and although
the roads were now paved, they were still empty.
“What’s that smell?” Craig said.
Jyra had already noticed the odd acrid aroma. Her immediate thought was
something happened to the pod. Maybe a motor overheated or a circuit shorted?
No warning lights appeared before her and the pod sailed onward with no
apparent trouble.
As they traveled farther into the
city, they could see more of the skyline, which was nearly obscured in a thick
haze.
“We’re almost there,” Craig
confirmed with a quick glance at the map. He and Jyra could hardly take their
eyes off the city. Both of them could tell something wasn’t right, but like Jyra’s
thought that something might wrong with the pod, they chose to deny the feeling.
“What’s all over the street?”
Craig said suddenly. White sheets of paper covered the pavement. The moment
Craig spoke, Jyra realized the haze was actually smoke. They flew another few
blocks and the pristine buildings were burning or leveled. Bodies lay in the
street and people were running frantically through rubble, floods from ruptured
water mains, and leaping flames.
“Head right!” Craig shouted. Jyra
jammed the pedal and the pod swung down another street.
“Two more blocks!”
“You’re crazy!” Jyra yelled. “We
can’t land here! This place had just been bombed!”
“You’ve got a lot to learn about
completing a mission,” Craig said. “Now land! There’s a fenced lot right
there!”
Seething, Jyra lowered the legs
and brought the pod down, landing harder than she intended. Craig unlatched the
cockpit and pushed it up. He sprang onto the pavement with his gun and
flashlight already clutched in his hand.
“What are you doing?” Jyra said.
With the cockpit open, the din of the crisis unfolding beyond the lot couldn’t
be ignored.
“The mission,” Craig said,
stalking over to the fence. Jyra followed him.
“Put the gun away,” she said.
“Jyra, we don’t know what we’re
dealing with here.”
“We never did!”
“This is an outstanding
situation. I’m not going to shoot anyone, but we have a job to do. Clearly,
we’re going to need another plan than stealing a delivery. I’ve never been here
before, but I can guarantee that shipment won’t come in tonight.”
“So why don’t we just walk into
the store and take what we need?” Jyra said, scowling at the gun in Craig’s
hand.
“That’s the new plan,” Craig
said. “But we don’t know what’s in there, which is why we’ve got weapons. That
market could hold a couple hundred people. They might have sought shelter in
there during an attack. Let’s move!”
Craig pushed through the gate and
crept up behind the empty loading dock. Jyra followed with her flashlight in
hand. Her gun remained holstered at her hip. An explosion echoed across the
city as Craig and Jyra scrambled onto the dock.
“Against the wall, quick!” Craig whispered.
As they shrank into the shadows, two men ran by on the street, each armed with
a rifle.
The large cargo door wouldn’t
open, but the latch on the nearby the conventional door retracted when Jyra tried
the knob. Just before they walked inside, the outdoor lighting on the block
lost power. Had it not been for their flashlights, Jyra wouldn’t have been able
distinguish inside from outside—both were equally dark.
The echo of their footsteps told them they were in an enclosed room. Jyra half expected Craig to tell her to
quiet the noise of her thumping heart. She had never thought about being afraid
of the dark and the flashlights provided limited comfort in the eerie
stockroom. One of their beams caught a long light fixture swinging on its cord;
they could see mounts where it had been attached to the ceiling.
“A…bomb blast might have knocked
it loose,” Craig said. After a couple tense minutes, they found a few boxes of
canned goods stacked on a hand truck.
“Let’s make a pile of things to
take,” Jyra suggested.
Another box contained a few
bagged loaves of bread. Craig discovered a carton of juice at the same time Jyra
found several stacks of boxes that had been knocked over. A few eggs were
broken on the floor. She tried to keep her voice from shaking as she spoke.
“We’re not the first ones here.”
“Keep looking,” Craig said as
though he hadn’t heard her. “We’ll load up and get out of here soon.”
Something crashed on the other
side of the stockroom. Jyra yelped and fumbled for her gun.
“Who’s there?” Craig said. He
tried to make his voice sound deeper, but failed to quell the quivering tone.
A man stumbled out of the
darkness. Streaks of dried blood ran from his bald scalp down his cheek.
“Stay where you are!” Craig
warned, raising his gun.
“I’m not afraid of you,” the man
said. Jyra glanced at Craig, whose arms were shaking.
She wished Berk had come on the mission.
“What happened to the city?” Jyra
said.
“Nilcyns hit us,” the man said,
leaning back on a crate that creaked as it took his weight. “Lower your gun,
boy.”
Sweat reflected on Craig’s
forehead beneath his brown bangs. He lowered the gun to his stomach, but kept
it aimed at the man.
“Nilcyns?” Jyra said. “What are
those?”
“Trouble’s what they are,” the
man said. “You don’t find interplanetary militias in this galaxy. Maybe on
individual planets, but not between them. If you combine all the ships in this
system, you get a lot of firepower, probably enough to tear the galaxy a new
black hole.”
The man laughed but his guffaws
became coughs. Jyra was sure the hand he’d used to cover his mouth had fresh
blood on it when he returned it to his knee.
“Thing is, any alliance of ships,
any formation flying in open space is considered hostile. There’s an unwritten
rule in the galaxy that if surrounding ships witness that kind of unity, they
can blast the offenders into dust. ‘Course, if a few ships team up to do that,
the moment they neutralize a threat, they’d best go their separate ways. Fast.”
“I think we should probably take
that advice right now,” Craig interrupted.
“If you’re ever thinking of going
into space again,” the man said. “You’ll want to watch out for the Nilcyns.
They are the only renegade group that’s managed to remain over time. A battle
here, a battle there, their ships are destroyed and people think they’re gone.
Like disease, though, they keep coming back. So does the proof. Right now,
ships from this city are fighting the Nilcyns up in space. The carcasses of
ships will come back to the ground and some will be marked with the Nilcyn’s
insignia.”
“What’s it look like?” Jyra
asked.
“You’ll know it when you see it,”
the man said. He clapped his hands; the noise made Craig and Jyra jump. “Now,
before the defeated wrecks come thundering down around us, how about if you
help a dying man get out of here?”
“Sir, I’m sorry but we’ve got to
be going,” Craig said, bending down to pick up another box.
A loud, dry click made Jyra jump
again. The man had whipped out a revolver and aimed it at Craig.
“You can go, but you need to take
me with you,” he snarled. “I’m not going to die in the back of a grocery
store!”
“It’s hard to feel
generous toward someone who’s pointing a gun at me,” Craig said.
“If you’d kept yours on me, you
wouldn’t be in this mess. But when it came down to it, you probably wouldn’t
have shot me anyway.”
The man stood up and walked
toward Craig, keeping the revolver on target. “You’re not the type who shoots
and moves on. You agonize over the decision. It haunts you, does it not? You’ll
carry all the pain of your days till the last one.”
The flare of the light distracted the man just enough for him
to turn and catch the butt of Jyra’s flashlight in his forehead. He groaned as
he crumpled, his weapon clattering to concrete before him.
Craig pivoted his light to Jyra,
who stood unsteadily on the spot, her arm still extended.
“Nice throw,” Craig said, kicking
the man’s weapon across the room and under a set of shelves. He directed his light
at the man’s body and they saw his dark shirt had a large fresh bloodstain on
it. “Looked like he was dying, after all,” Craig said. He picked up Jyra’s
light and clicked the button. “I think you broke it.”
“I’m sure they’ll forgive me.
Let’s get out of here.”
They stacked their boxes on the
hand truck and wheeled them outside. The light from distant explosions
reflected off tall buildings nearby, but it was too dark to even think of
loading cargo on the pod.
“Let’s get everything out of
there first and stack it in the lot,” Craig said. “If anyone comes along, we
can barricade the gate.”
They made three more trips with
the hand truck. In the rope compartment Berk had indicated on the pod, Jyra
found a short cord, which she lashed around the gate latch, while Craig began
untangling the thicker ropes.
“Little boxes on first so the big
ones hold them on the rack,” Craig said when Jyra returned from tying the gate
closed. They stacked the boxes neatly, but their nerves and the semidarkness interfered.
Twice they had to pull a large container from the bottom of the pile, while
keeping the unstable load upright until they could rebuild the base.
Once the cargo was on the pod,
Craig and Jyra stood on opposite sides of the load and threw ropes over the
boxes, cinching them to the rack. A sudden blast a few blocks away shook dust
loose from the buildings across the street and caused the fence around them to
rattle.
“Fire it up!” Craig shouted.
“Time to go!”
Jyra leapt into the cockpit and
Craig yanked on the ropes a final time, triple-checking their strength. He
clambered into his seat and prepared to pull the enclosure in place. He
hesitated as another noise climbed above the peripheral chaos. A small skiff
shot overhead and the police markings on it were unmistakable. Craig slammed
the enclosure and locked it. Jyra angled the engines, fired them and the pod
burst from the ground. Craig looked to the right, the direction of the last
explosion. A large fire crackled in the middle of the street.
“What is that?” Jyra cried,
staring at the sky.
Craig followed her gaze. The gray
clouds were no longer invisible in the night. Something lit them from the
behind and the source grew brighter. Transfixed, Craig and Jyra watched the
enormous mystery behind the clouds. They were returned to reality by a flash of
light close at hand and an amplified voice.
“Unknown transport pod, you are
ordered to land immediately and prepare to be searched.”
The police patrol that had flown
over them had a spotlight trained on the cargo behind the cockpit.
“What’s to search?” Craig said
with a grim smile. “It’s obvious what we’ve got.”
“The man was right,” Jyra
breathed. “It’s a toasted ship.”
Craig, already preoccupied with
the law upon them, took a few moments to redirect his gaze. Sure enough, the
clouds were still lit up, but the source was no longer a mystery. An enormous
ship was tumbling through them. The battered hull glowed a fierce orange from
the stress of reentry into the atmosphere.
“Comply with orders or we will
shoot you down!” the amplified voice said. Berk had been right about the police
and their ineptitude; the officers in the skiff hadn’t even seen the remains of
a battleship hurtling toward them.
“It’s breaking up,” Jyra said.
“We should move,” Craig said.
Jyra gunned the engines and the
pod blasted forward before the officers could react.
“Now they’re chasing us!” Craig
said.
“It’s okay,” Jyra said, “We can
outrun them.” She couldn’t help noticing, though, that the pod was not as fast
as before.
“The load’s slowing us down,” Craig
said. “The police are on our tail! Get us down into the streets!”
Jyra steered the pod into a dive,
but something flashed by the window and distracted her.
“Pull up!” Craig yelped. Jyra
lifted the nose of the pod up just before she buried it in the pavement.
“What was that?” she said.
“What was what?”
Something else fell on Craig’s
side of the cockpit and stuck in the road. He identified it before Jyra
launched the pod forward to escape the police.
“It’s debris from the falling ship!”
Craig said. “Get above the buildings and get us out of here!”
“The cops will get us then!”
“We’ll be crushed by the ship
otherwise! Go! Go!”
Craig was right. The ship fell
with such speed the air pressure on the ground beneath it was increasing. Jyra
took the pod above the buildings in time to see a massive engine from the
doomed giant pulverize the police skiff behind them.
“No one in pursuit!” she said.
“Let’s get back to the mountain!”
They flew over the plains,
staring at the destruction of Horbson. The crippled battleship landed in the
middle of the city, shooting a column of white flame and dust into the air. As
a spectacle, Jyra would have thought it a beautiful sight, but the death and pain it
must have caused weighed on her conscience.
“I suppose it’s good we’re
planning to leave soon,” Craig said.
“Unless all the ships have been
destroyed,” Jyra said, her spirits falling further at the thought.
Jyra had always marveled that when
traveling some place for the first time, the return journey never seemed to
last as long. The trip back to the mountain was no exception. She guided the
pod easily back into the cavern and parked it. The moment they opened the
cockpit dome, they heard voices. Craig and Jyra jumped free of the pod and saw
Berk, Shandra, Neeka, and, surprisingly, both Leonick and Macnelia.
“I got the radar working moments
after you left,” Neeka said. “What’s happening over there?”
“It sounds like the Nilcyns are
the attackers,” Craig said. “A huge battleship crashed into the middle of the
city when we were flying home.”
“How do you know it was the
Nilcyns?” Macnelia said.
“We met a man at the market. He
told us that,” Jyra said.
“He told you the Nilcyns were
attacking Horbson?” Macnelia said. Jyra sensed Macnelia didn’t believe her.
“He didn’t know what other force
in the galaxy could be capable of such destruction,” Jyra said.
“I suppose we’ll see,” Macnelia
said. “It’s a mystery how the Nilcyns continue to survive. Countless others
have attempted to copy them, but they all meet their end by the cannons of
flash alliances.”
“What do you mean, ‘we’ll see?’”
Neeka said.
“Well, our plans seemed
straightforward. First we needed food for the journey to Tyrorken, and now we
need a transport to get there. We must go to Horbson, procure a functional
ship, fly it back here, and load up all the provisions we can take.”
“How many people are going to get
the ship?” Jyra asked.
“Not all of us now,” Shandra
said. “Most people over there have other things to worry about besides ship
thieves, especially if that’s a Nilcyn attack. Berk and Jyra, how about you?”
“Why me?” Jyra said
automatically.
“The size of the ship we want
will likely require two pilots to fly it, especially so close to a planet’s
surface,” Macnelia said. “It’s not like the rest of us will be sitting around
waiting for you to get back. We’ve all got a lot of work ahead of us so let’s
get to it.”
Leonick was already making his
way up the passage. Macnelia, Neeka, and Shandra followed. As Berk and Jyra
headed back toward the pod, Craig came jogging up behind them.
“I just want to grab my sandwich
and some water,” he said.
“I forgot about that,” Jyra said.
“Now I want mine.”
They dug them out from behind the
seat. Berk walked around his pod, inspecting it as well as the cargo. “Once you
two have finished eating and drinking, you can help me unload the boxes.”
Craig and Jyra ate quickly, but
Berk already had half the load on the cavern floor. They finished the rest of
the lifting and stacking.
“Where’s the other flashlight?”
Berk said. He’d started cleaning out the cockpit.
“I threw it at the man who told
us about the Nilcyns,” Jyra said sheepishly. “He had Craig at gunpoint.”
“Got confused?” Berk said. “That
thing throws harder than you can.” He pointed at the gun at her hip. Craig
looked at his own weapon and began loosening the belt.
“I suppose you’ll want this?” he
said.
“No, I’m fine,” Berk grunted. He
threw back his head and emptied his flask into his mouth. “I can throw harder
than those things.”
They all laughed and Craig finished
taking the holster off and held it out.
“No, seriously, I’m all right,”
Berk said. “Keep it for now.”
“See you soon,” Jyra said.
“Good flying,” Craig replied.
“And mission accomplished.” He leaned forward and pulled Jyra into a one-armed
hug and whispered, “you better come back.”
“I will,” she said, feeling a
familiar sense of denial. “I wouldn’t want to miss going back to the home world.”
“Let’s go before I crack open my
next flask!” Berk said. Craig and Jyra turned and saw Berk already seated in
the pilot’s seat. Jyra gave Craig’s arm a squeeze before jogging to the pod and
jumping into the seat. Craig waved and retreated into the passage as the
engines began to roar. Berk’s massive hands glided over the console, tapping
and pulling the necessary controls. He brought the pod smoothly out of the
cavern and into the dark valley. By the glow of the instrument panel, Jyra caught
sight of his bare wrists and she remembered.
“I made it back. You have to tell
me about your tattoo.”
“I reckon I do,” Berk said.
