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“How
about this,” Conner said. “We wait for someone outside to drop a magnet. Then
we break off the sink faucet and stick it in the roll of toilet paper and toss
it out so that it catches the magnet. Then we reel it in, and use the magnet to
bypass the lock.” Oliver
stared at him. “There are so many reasons that won’t work I don’t know where to
begin.” “The
lock takes a key,” Mara said, “and the entire door is metal.” “And
aluminum isn’t even magnetic,” Oliver said. “Well
we gotta consider all of our options, right?” Conner said. “I
still think the guards are our best bet,” Mara said. They had discussed options
regarding when their food was delivered, or someone walking by too closely, and
all manner of other ideas. Yet in the six days they had been in this nasty
cell, not one opportunity had come their way. “Well,”
Conner said, “is there anything else we can do by tearing off the faucet?” “Remove
our ability to wash our hands,” Mara said. “Shh,”
Oliver said, “someone’s coming.” Footsteps
grew louder and Erin appeared, wheeling a large television in front of the
cell. “Why hello and congratulations,” Erin said, “you have won front-row
seats!” “Dare
I ask what we’re watching?” Conner said. Erin
gestured and spoke dramatically. “It is time. For. Spellcaster’s latest---drum
roll please---compliance speech!” He threw up his arms and danced a jig.
“Hooray!” “We’re
not interested,” Oliver said. “Oh,
you don’t have a choice,” Erin said. “Even if you don’t look at the screen, the
sound will be broadcast at a volume so high you won’t be able to block it out
even if you plug your ears and sing.” “Um,”
Mara said. “If we agree to just watch and listen, can we have the volume at a
more normal loudness?” “Nope.
It would be pretty stupid of us to trust you before your compliance. Don’t
worry, we’ll open negotiations after the speech. Heck, if you behave yourselves
we might release you from that cell.” “Release
us?” Oliver said, the doubt on his face mirroring what Conner felt inside. “If
you allow yourselves to be properly reeducated,” Erin said. “Here we go!” He
turned on the screen. An
image appeared of an old boy with a scraggly beard and menacing yellow eyes. He
was not speaking at the moment. Instead, several newspeople were commentating
with the loudness of a punk music concert. “---our
soldiers on the front lines, helping to bring the light of the True Way to the
rest of the dark galaxy.” “This
is just as bad as we thought,” Oliver said. “Worse,”
Conner said. A
pop sounded. Conner thought it was
from the broadcast, but then he saw Erin jerk his head up, a trickle of red
appearing on his cheek. He dashed off to the right, yelling, “Security!” Someone
sprinted after him screaming. Then two more people appeared, a boy and a girl,
both olive-skinned. The boy had blond hair and the girl brown. They looked into
the cell and saw the three prisoners. “Hey,”
Mara said, walking to the bars. “Can you let us out?” The
boy was about to say something, but at that moment a blaring loud jingle of
music started playing on the TV. The boy yelled and pushed it over onto the
floor. Then he shot it twice, and the sound stopped. “Stupid thing.” He looked
at the prisoners and cleared his throat. “Sorry, we would love to free you, but
we can’t exactly take all the prisoners we find with us.” “We
have our own ship,” Oliver said. Then added more quietly, “Assuming it’s still
around here somewhere.” “Whom
do you serve?” the girl asked. “What?”
Oliver said. The
girl spoke more slowly. “Whom do you serve?” Conner,
Oliver, and Mara shared a look. “Ourselves, I guess.” The
girl sighed and relaxed. “Okay, not Spellcaster. You passed the test. Let’s get
you out of there. Stand back.” She took a tool from her belt, presumably a high
energy plasma cutter, and sliced the lock clean open. “Don’t touch near the
glowing bits,” she said as the door swung. “Yeah,”
Oliver said as they filed out. “Hot objects glow due to blackbody radiation,
but stop when they’re under eight hundred degrees, so---” “Very
interesting,” the boy said, “but we don’t have time. I’m Callum.” “And
I’m Veronica,” the girl said. Conner,
Mara, and Oliver gave their names. “Come
on,” Callum said, “let’s go catch up with Core before security swarms us.” They
ran down the hall and down several side paths to avoid any guards that might be
approaching after Erin’s call. Voices came from a room ahead, and the group
slowed and cautiously approached. “You’re
brainwashed!” A girl cried. “Can’t you see? You’re serving the very enemy who
destroyed our world!” “Corcell,”
Erin replied in a cajoling tone. “They saved
our world.” At
the doorway, Callum gestured to the group that it was safe to look. They all
peered through and saw a buzz-cut girl restrained by two guards, talking to
Erin, who stood out of reach. “I
was right there with you when the Shroud took us,” the girl, Corcell, shouted.
“We’re not robots to be programmed by magic spells. We still have a choice.” Veronica
and Callum both held their guns up in synch, focusing intently. “And
look where that choice has left you,” Erin said. “Your soul in a pit of
depravity. Accept Spellcaster into your heart and feel the joy and light of
purpose once more.” Corcell
swore loudly and brashly, masking the silenced pops, of the guns. The guards holding her fell to the ground,
making Conner wince, though he didn’t see any blood. Callum and Veronica both
swung their handguns to shoot at Erin, but the boy had already disappeared
through a door on the other side. “Why
didn’t you shoot him first?” Corcell yelled, racing after him. The
group of five followed, dashing through concrete corridors and rooms. In one
hallway, a number of people with workers’ uniforms dropped to the floor with
their hands on their head as they passed. They
kept running until they reached the hangar. Erin was running up the ramp of a
shuttle, Corcell closing the distance rapidly. Corcell jumped, the ramp raised,
and her fingers scraped the paint on it before it closed. She
banged her fist on the side of the shuttle. “Erin! Open up!” “I’m
sorry, Corcell,” Erin said through a speaker. “You’re not your normal self. I
hope someday we can be together again under Spellcaster’s light. Now go. I’m
about to depressurize the room, and I’m going to do it whether you are in it or
not.” Corcell
swore, and then swore again, continuing to pound on the shuttle’s hull. “Come
on, Core,” Veronica said, “if we get to our ship we can chase him.” Corcell---or,
Core, as Conner supposed he should think of her---turned to look at them. “Who
are they?” She said. “Prisoners
we rescued,” Veronica said. “They have a ship.” “That
one,” Conner said, pointing to Black Fire. “Fine,”
Core said. “Let’s . . .” Her eyes darted to the door. “Uh oh, we have company.” “Hands
in the air,” a boy shouted. “Come here.” The
whole group turned to find six armored Tantalian guards training rifles at
them. Slowly, they raised their hands above their heads. “Anyone
have any ideas?” Conner asked. “Now
is not the time,” Callum said. They
all did as the guards commanded and allowed themselves to be escorted out of
the hangar. The door closed behind them, and a whoosh signified that the room was being depressurized. “He’s
getting away,” Core muttered. “Shut
up,” one of the guards said. “You can talk in your cell.” They
were frisked, and all their tools and weapons were taken away. Then they were
led back to the prison block. Conner hoped for a moment that the guards would
put them in their old cell, the one with the broken lock, but it was not to be.
The six renegades were herded into a new cell, and the door closed and locked
behind them. A
guard looked at the smashed TV nearby, and pulled out a hand radio. “Play the
broadcast over the speakers,” he said. The guards left as a triumphal symphony
of brass and strings started playing loudly. “No,
no, no, no, no, no.” Conner turned to see Core clutching her head with both
hands, knuckles white. “Not again.” “What’s
wrong?” Conner asked loudly over the music, extending his hand tentatively
toward her. “It’s
the Shroud,” Callum shouted. “Also I wouldn’t touch her if I were you. She
bites.” “The
Shroud?” Oliver asked. “Spellcaster’s
spell. After this awful discord, he is going to stomp his staff into the ground
and say ‘Serve me.’ This will cause everyone who hears it to fall madly in love
with him and be depressed about everything except serving him. We call it the
Shroud.” A
single Tantalian worker approached the bars. She looked terrified, and she held
up a key with a trembling hand. She said something, but was drowned out by the
music. “We
can’t hear you,” Veronica shouted. The
girl swallowed, looked both directions furtively, and tried again. “If I let
you out, can you get me to the Resistance?” Core
walked up and gripped the bars. “If you let us out of here, we’ll take you
anywhere you like.” “Okay.”
She inserted the key into the lock, having some difficulty with nervous
trembling, and opened the door. The group of six poured out. “We
need to get fuel for your ship,” the girl said. “They drain it all so that you
can’t escape.” “We’ll
just use ours,” Veronica said, turning the opposite direction from the hangar.
“With any luck, they won’t have found it.” “Hurry,”
Core yelled, leading the charge down the hall. “But
what about our ship?” Oliver said. “Don’t
worry,” Veronica said, “we’ll take care of it.” The
music began building into a crescendo which rolled and built up and built up,
sending surges of energy into their legs and lungs. Feet flew in a flurry of
footsteps like thunder. Core
wrenched open a maintenance hatch and climbed the ladder inside. “Come
on,” Callum said, waving the group after her. “Seriously,
where are we going?” the Tantalian girl said. “This goes nowhere.” “Did,”
Veronica shouted back, having reached the top and stepped off the ladder into a
low corridor with pipes and wires running along its sides. The
music crescendo kept going and going, playing again and again what Conner was
sure would be the final note. But thankfully, as if it had been designed in
order to give them time in this moment, it just kept going. When
Conner got to the top, he saw Veronica standing beside a pair of legs
disappearing into a hole in the ceiling above a laser-cut slab on the floor,
which had most likely been where the hole was until recently. “Up you go,” she
said, boosting Oliver in. The
music finally ended. An enthusiastic voice said, “And now, for the moment we’ve
all been waiting for, the words of our very own Emperor, who leads us in
glorious . . .” Conner
went in next, pulling himself through an airlock and into a room that looked
like it could be the cargo room of a ship with a yellowish color scheme. Mara
followed, and then the Tantalian girl. Veronica scrambled in, bringing up the
rear. “.
. . Spellcaster!” Applause rang through the speaker. “Get
it closed!” Core screamed from another room. Both
doors of the airlock rolled shut, much too slowly. Even as they closed, the
sound continued to reverberate through the walls. A
gruff voice that sent chills through Conner’s bones spoke. “Hello, all my loyal
subjects. I am your Emperor, the ruler of Tarran. The ruler of the Shaper’s
Path. I am the Spellcaster.” The
seals fell into place. “All right, blow it!” Veronica shouted. “Bow
down before me. Give me your lives and serve m---” There
was a bang! and the sound cut off as
the ship rocked momentarily, the inertial dampeners unable to fully smooth out
the jolt of detaching from the facility. Through the airlock window the surface
of a lunar hill rushed by, tipping to the side and giving way to outer space.
Veronica sank to the ground. “Whew. That was close.” She waved her hand around.
“Welcome to the Lizardhawk. “What
about our ship?” Oliver asked. “Don’t
worry,” Veronica said, tipping her head, “we got it. Come on.” She led the way
through a hall into a cozy bridge with a long window curving across the front.
Callum sat in the pilot’s chair, moving a couple of sticks with deliberate
motions while Core sat in another chair, leaning forward to stare out the
window, hands clawing at the armrests. Out the window, the moon slid by at an
angle as Callum brought the ship about. The runway appeared, and then the
hangar door. “I
hope no one’s inside,” Callum said. Then he pressed a button, and a beam of
light blinked between the ship and the door, which exploded in a cascade of
shrapnel. “I
don’t mean to be rude,” Oliver said, “but how are we supposed to get to our
ship now?” “Watch
and learn,” Veronica said, slipping into a third chair and fingering a control
panel. The Lizardhawk touched down on
the runway and stopped, the lack of a jolt due to the inertial dampeners giving
Conner a stir of nausea. Through the doorway they could see several vessels,
including Black Fire. “There we go,”
Veronica said slowly as she worked the controls. “Tow field in place.” “What?”
Oliver said. The
Lizardhawk backed up, and, at the
same time, the Black Fire rolled
toward the exit. When it passed the hangar entrance, Callum fired the retro
rockets, thrusting the Lizardhawk
away from the moon’s surface. Black Fire
came with it, keeping a steady distance. “How
are you doing that?” Oliver asked, mouth agape. “What,
never seen a tether before?” Callum asked. “Okay, ready for hyperspace.” “Wait
but what about our ship?” Oliver said. “We can’t leave it behind.” Callum
looked at him inquisitively. “Seriously, have you been living under a rock?” He
tapped some buttons on the keypad and punched the confirm button. Instead of
jumping to hyperspace, a hole opened up in space in front of them, the green
wisps and swirls within it showing the walls of a hyperspace tunnel. The Lizardhawk flew in. The rear view of the
ship appeared on a computer screen, showing the Black Fire still being tugged along with them in hyperspace. “I
had no idea that was possible,” Oliver said. “Yep,”
Callum said. “Where are you from, anyway?” “Oh
yeah,” Oliver said, “We’re from Shaper’s Back. And I swear I know science.
Just, outdated science.” Several
pairs of eyes converged inquisitively on him, and he took a breath. He told the
group about following the Eternal Duty
through a rift created by the chrono actuator. “Well,”
Callum said, “I guess introductions are in order. First,” He pointed at the
Tantalian girl. “Who are you?” “My
name is Taea,” she said. “I’m . . . a traitor, I guess. Ever since Spellcaster
took charge, life has been a living hell. Tarran changed. It’s not what it’s
supposed to be.” “Oh,
it changed a lot sooner than that,” Core said. She gave Taea a look that could
kill, and then stalked out of the room. “What’s
up with her?” Conner asked. “She
was living on Echinea when it was invaded,” Veronica said. “Which, by the way”---she
gave Taea a pointed look---“was two years before Spellcaster appeared.” Taea
opened her mouth, and then closed it and looked away. “Then,”
Veronica said, “she and her brother Erin were back there on a mission when
Spellcaster made his worldwide announcement. She fell under the Shroud, along
with all the other people of the planet, including her brother, Erin.” “The
same Erin who was overseeing the moon base?” Mara asked. “The
very one,” Callum said. “Core managed to resist the Shroud. That’s why, you’ll
notice, she’s cranky all the time. Erin, on the other hand, gave in, like
almost everybody else. Hence, this mission.” “The
Resistance sent you to extract him,” Oliver said. Callum
and Veronica looked at each other slowly. “Well, you see,” “We
weren’t actually sent,” Veronica said. “We . . . may have borrowed the Lizardhawk.” “In
order to help Core get her brother back.” “Without
permission.” Veronica shrugged. “That’s our credo. Act first, ask permission
after we’ve saved the day.” “But,”
Conner said, “Erin got away.” “Yep,”
Callum said, “Which means we’re gonna have to find out where he went and come
back. Core is not gonna be happy. But,” he opened his arms to indicate Conner,
Oliver, Mara, and Taea, “We’re not coming back empty-handed.” “So
if you were trying to capture Erin,” Mara said, “why did you shoot at him?” “Tranquilizers,”
Veronica said. “We’re not bloodthirsty killers.” “Oh,”
Taea said. “That’s nice to know.” Callum
pointed at her. “Look, girl. Let’s get something straight. You’re either part
of the Resistance now, or you’re a Tarran. Not both.” Taea
looked down. “I see. Well,” she looked back up. “Resistance, then.” Callum
studied her face, and then nodded. “Y’all might want to get comfortable. It’ll
be a day or two before we arrive at Mithra.” “Mithra?”
Taea said. “Oh, that reminds me, I heard the other day that the Empire is
planning to invade Mithra.” © 2021 Rising |
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