Title: Reformation: Chapter Twenty-Five
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Chapter Twenty-Five
Ferran had long ago become accustomed to human-style
parties. He was inevitably surrounded by curiosity seekers, some of them
genuine in their interest, many of them looking for nothing more than a photo
op or a chance to feel superior—or worse, feel entitled. Socializing was part of his work as an ambassador, and he
bore it gracefully. Positioning himself as the center of attention allowed his
husband to escape some of the more rigorous social niceties at these things,
and Jason always made it up to him later.
Right now, Ferran was answering the same question for the
fifth time tonight and making a mental list of the many, many things Jason would be owing him later tonight. “Yes, my quills
do respond to my mood, and no, I would prefer that you not touch them, thank
you.”
The woman facing him looked nonplussed, her bright golden
hair floating around her head like thousands of tiny tentacles. “I thought that
Perels liked touch! Your species has a reputation for being rather…open to that
sort of thing.”
“Our youth certainly can be,” he replied calmly. “Especially
when they’re on their post-adolescent tours, but I am part of an established
relationship and save such liberties for my husband.”
If anything, the feel of her interest increased. Ferran
resisted the urge to roll his eyes, a purely human reaction that he’d picked up
over the years. “Well, I’d be more than happy to include your husband in any
touching that happened between you and me.” She winked. “Shall we go and find
him?”
Jason, come and rescue
me before I’m forced to be rude.
On my way. His mental
voice seemed—worried.
Is everything all
right?
We have to leave. I’ll
explain when we’re alone.
If both of them had been Perel, Ferran could simply have
looked a little deeper into his husband’s psyche and divined whatever it was
that had him so concerned. A psychic and empathic connection between spouses
was the standard for their people, but no one had thought that Ferran and Jason
would manage to develop the same thing. He was human, after all, and they weren’t
notorious for their psychic abilities. They’d managed to build a strong
connection anyway, but it wasn’t a typical one and didn’t behave that way.
Jason walked up behind him a moment later. The woman
brightened. “Speak of the devil and he shall appear! Commander Kim, my name is—”
“You’ll have to forgive us,” Jason said, taking Ferran’s
hand. “Something has come up that requires our immediate attention.” He turned
away. Ferran went along gratefully, even though his own worry was growing.
“Enjoy the party,” he called over his shoulder before they
were out of the ballroom. They walked in silence to the docking bay, but their
minds were active with each other.
What is it?
A distress call. Our
ship is the closest to handling it.
Ferran frowned. From
whom?
Claudia Caractacus and
her daughters.
Ferran was stunned. He remembered—vaguely—a plan that
Garrett Caractacus had worked out, the equivalent of a mutual defense pact,
between members of his family, the children, and those close to them. Ferran
knew that he and Jason were on the list, but he’d never imagined they’d
actually be called to act on it. Where
are they?
Phracian Colony, above
Kyres. The distress call has been going for the past five minutes. I conferred
with Garrett and we can be there in under half an hour if we burn enough fuel.
Ferran tried to remember the details of the emergency
protocol that had been set in place. They’ve
abandoned their residence, then.
Their residence was
destroyed. Local law enforcement found three bodies in the wreckage, none of
them Claudia or the girls, but their bodyguard was there.
Ferran felt sick. And
the other two?
Unidentifiable.
No one is
unidentifiable in your modern society.
Jason’s forehead furrowed. These two were. It’s a dark op, pure and simple. They’ve undoubtedly
got more people looking for the escape pod. We have to move fast.
They made it to their ship, got permission to leave and were
in the air in record time, leaving behind the thronging party moon they’d been
booked at and heading for the tiny Central System planet of Kyres.
“If there are people looking for the pod,” Ferran said, checking
that their nav system was appropriately keyed in to the distress signal, “then
they will certainly be on their guard against interference.”
“That’s true.”
“We won’t be able to get them without a fight.”
Jason leaned over and kissed Ferran’s temple. The strength
of their emotional connection surged with touch, and Ferran felt himself calm
as his husband’s equanimity swept over him.
Then he saw what his husband planned to do, and his calm vanished.
“That is a bad plan!”
“They won’t expect it.” Jason kissed him again, then went
back to pulling on the thin suit that would provide a barrier between his body
and the atmospheric suit that he’d layer over it.
“Because it isn’t sane.”
“Marines do these sort of ship-to-ship maneuvers all the
time.”
“Between friendly ships, not enemy ones,” Ferran reminded
him. “And what about the pod?”
“You’ll have to grab that while I’m dealing with them.”
“What if there is more than one of them?”
“Then we’ll handle it.”
Ferran narrowed his enormous amber eyes. “You are never this
optimistic. Are you sick?”
“Just determined.” Jason reached out and stroked a hand over
the small, soft quills at the edge of Ferran’s neck. “Imagine if it was
Grennson. Wouldn’t we want someone to do everything they could to take care of
him?”
“Of course,” Ferran whispered.
“And Miles is doing that, right now. The least we can do is
look after his family in return.”
When Jason was right, he was right. Ferran turned back to
the control. “We’re coming up on the location of the distress signal.”
“Slow us down, get us as close as you can. And when I give
the signal, open the top airlock.”
“I will.”
***
The suit had been a gift from Ferran’s mother, part of a
matched set. “To keep you safe while you explore the emptiness that is most of
space,” she’d said, and whoever she’d commissioned them from, they’d done a
fantastic job. It was close-fitting, with all the latest amenities to keep him
from feeling the vacuum around him. Jason had thanked her, and then taken it to
Wyl and had it modified to include some less-than-legal weaponry. Laser
cutters, pulse emitters, a miniature gravitational tractor beam powered by a
nuclear battery, even some old-fashioned vibro-blade in his gauntlets—it was
stocked. Wyl had been amused.
“What, you’re going to storm another ship the old-fashioned
way?”
“If I have to.”
“You do know that’s dangerous, right? I mean, the last
person I heard of doing it was a cyborg, and even that’s just hearsay.”
Jason had shrugged. “I like to be prepared.” He would have
called it overkill if he wasn’t so naturally inclined toward caution. As it
was, he considered his extras adequate. Tonight would test that theory.
He’d been a part of dark ops in his distant military past—not
participating directly, but hosting operatives on his vessels and running them
from afar. Jason knew that the people going after Claudia and the girls wouldn’t
be satisfied with anything less than success. Even if the pod was hard to
track, they’d stay in the area, trying and trying. Soon they wouldn’t have to
try—they could just follow his ship’s trajectory and find them that way. Jason
couldn’t let that happen.
We’re close. I’m homing
in on the signal.
Good. Jason sent a
little surge of pride through their connection to his husband—Ferran had come a
long way in his piloting skills. And what
about interference?
There’s one other ship
in detectable range. It’s starting to close the distance.
Patch the coordinates
through to my suit. A moment later a breakdown of their relative positions
appeared in his visor. Jason patched his implant in, running the heavy math
with his own mind. Three minutes to minimum approachable distance. He could do
that. I’m going to use our ship as a
launch pad when they get close. Open the airlock.
Jason…be careful.
I will be. A few
seconds later, his suit firmed up as vacuum surrounded him. He pushed out of
the tiny dorsal airlock, let the implant image overlay his natural vision, and
assessed.
They were definitely being followed now. The ship was small
but well-armed, rather anomalous for something the size of a trader. Ferran was
keeping them on course for the pod, which wasn’t visible to the naked eye yet.
A few more hundred yards, and Jason would be within range of deploying toward
their tail.
If he was seen, he could be shot. The guns on that ship
would turn him into frozen slurry in an instant. So as much as he wanted to
take the direct route, he couldn’t. His body should be slight enough to slip
under their radar, but he needed to avoid coming at them head-on. Which meant
he needed to let their ship get close if he was going to swing around behind
it.
Slow down.
If I slow much more, I
won’t have time to get the pod aboard before they’re on top of us.
I’ll handle that, but
I have to reach them first. He felt the ship’s velocity drop off, and
attached a nanotube filament and reel from his back to the airlock. As long as
he didn’t sever it accidentally, he should be able to reel himself back in to
the ship. Jason took a deep breath, waiting for the perfect moment, and then
carefully pushed off their ship.
His suit didn’t have thrusters, exactly, but he could
redirect his spare oxygen into exhaust vents to give him some sense of direction.
He floated, silently, toward the false trader. Damn, those guns were…big. Really big. Good thing they weren’t
motion sensitive—a precaution against overzealous firing, smart for a ship
meant to be doing covert work. Jason relaxed a little as he passed under the
ship. Now all he had to do was get around to the back of it, locate the closest
fuel port and—
Jason! They’re
preparing to fire!
What? What?
Over the comm, they
just said—they’re going to fire if I don’t transmit them the location of the
pod! They can’t see it yet, I almost have it, but—
Don’t reply. Fuck
going around the back. He was going to have to get friendly with the guns after
all. Just—stall, I’ll take care of it.
Jason activated his tractor beam and let it pull him onto the bottom of the
ship. He adjusted the strength of it to allow for him to move, then began to
crawl back toward the front. He could hear the guns adjusting, going from
neutral to firing position and readiness. He moved faster, as quick as he
could, using the vibroblades to gouge grips into the bottom of the ship that
propelled him faster. He rounded the nose just as the guns began to fire.
Ferran!
We’re not hit!
Jason shut his eyes for a split-second in sheer relief. It was a warning shot, but they’re going to fire again in ten seconds.
Jason, I can see the pod, but I’m not going to bring them on board if we’re
just going to be killed.
You’re not going to be
killed. He crouched beneath the right-side gun, leveled his laser cutter up
at the belly of it and turned it on high. The laser made enough of a hole that
he could jam a pulse emitter into the gap, which began to break the hardened
metal apart. The growing whine of an impending shot abruptly cut off.
He moved over to the left gun, doing the same thing. By the
time he had the second emitter in place, the first gun had already shaken
itself into pieces. Flashing lights on the ship’s hull indicated their state of
emergency. Good.
It wasn’t enough to just disarm them, though. He had to
disable them. They knew the energy signature of Jason’s ship now, and if they
were desperate enough they might try to ram it before they could get up to
speed. Jason situated himself right beneath the control cabin and turned his laser
cutter on.
Ship shields were designed to combat laser systems. Big
ships had big defenses in place, and lasers were considered a primitive means
of fighting them. Little ships like this, though, while still shielded, weren’t
nearly as tough. A powerful, focused laser with enough time could penetrate a
hull, and Jason wasn’t going anywhere yet. It took five minutes, but when he
felt the ship shudder beneath his hands, he knew he’d penetrated deep enough.
He put his last few emitters into the subsequent hole, then pushed off and
away. Let them fly with the hole that was about to erupt from their belly.
I’ve got them! Are you
coming?
I’ll be there soon.
Jason set his reel to bring him back. He kept his eyes on the ship, watching
with cold satisfaction as it began to list. Their fuel storage had been
compromised—excellent. The shaking was growing more pronounced—even better.
Where do we go now? To
find Garrett? Ferran asked.
No. Nowhere in the
Central System would be safe for them now. We
go to Perelan.
An explosion in the enemy ship lit the darkness for a
moment. A second, larger one followed. The shock wave helped push Jason along a
bit faster.
At least we won’t be
followed.
Very good! Bringing Perelan in to save/protect Claudia is brilliant! Thank you, Cari, for another chapter of Reformation!! I know it is The Writer's Way to use suspense, but I am still dying to find out how Cody and Ten are doing...
ReplyDeleteOn another note, I am so glad that you are feeling better! I think I am just getting it, my whole family had it while I was in Ohio for my Mom's funeral over the weekend. So of course I pick it up and bring it south with me. Ugh. The whole family had it last week. I'm hoping the sun will bake it out of me now that I'm home LOL.
Scottie
I don't usually comment--I'm not sure if I'm afraid of jogging your elbow, or perhaps adding evil thoughts to further torment our heroes...
ReplyDeleteI loved this chapter, I adore Ferran, and Jason is the bee's knees: so calm, even when he's spiking ship guns and going pirating in hard vacuum.
I do feel terrible for Garrett; he's got to be almost through tearing his hair out, with husband lost, kid lost... so I hope we hear from him soon. And I'm thinking that whole family, of which Miles is not the least, is going to open a can on President Alexander for trying for Claudia & the kids. I do hope you plan a suitable gruesome end for the despot...?
Hugs & love,
~elf
yeah!! successful rescue mission including a space walk!!
ReplyDeletebe still space-loving adventurer's heart ;D
happy to hear that you're feeling better. and thank you so much for this chapter :)