Free the North! (Free Trader Series Book 5) (5 page)

“And that’s why I love you,” Braden said as he minimized the neural implant’s window, grinning broadly while focused on Micah’s face. “I’d be a wreck without you. I’d still be on that spaceship with the monkeys dining on my carcass.”

“Probably, lover,” Micah jibed. “Dr. Johns is waiting for us. Let’s see what he has, and then let’s get back into the sun. I could use a swim.”

Construction of Something Incredible

Braden and Micah returned to the Command Center where Dr. Johns took them on a journey into the world of space flight. They didn’t understand a single word of it. He showed them diagrams, computer models, and all kinds of fantastic things. They stopped him after a short while, thanking him for his impressive work, but asked why he was talking to them about space flight. Braden and Micah had completely different priorities.

“But, Master President, you need to know what the future holds! I wanted to give you the background because we’ve already started construction,” Dr. Johns said with a smile while a number of his people nodded excitedly behind him.

Two cycles ago, the thought of building a spacecraft would have been inconceivable, but now, they accepted it and congratulated Dr. Johns and his people on the prospects that their new engine could bring.

“So this new ship you’re building will take you beyond this solar system?”

“Oh, no. I must not have been clear. We’re building a ship to take us into orbit. Once there, we’ll build the real ship with the new engine. Leaving the planet takes too much fuel and a completely different structure, so a ship that does it all isn’t practical. So I guess we’re building two ships. Once we get out there and have a shuttle system, we’ll use the Traveler as a space station where our workers will reside. We’ll need to build the new ship in the asteroid field where the raw materials for its construction will be close by. That’s the plan.” Dr. Johns beamed with pride.

“That was the perfect brief, Dr. Johns!” Micah told him. “I have to apologize that we get lost on the technical stuff, but when you distill it to what you just told us, without the computer, then it makes more sense. Two ships. Building one here and one in orbit. Got it.”

“It’s not far. If you ride those horse creatures, you can visit and be back before lunch,” Dr. Johns offered.

“Who’s out there overseeing construction?” Braden asked, confused because he thought all the humans were still at New Sanctuary.

“Oh, no one, of course. We monitor everything from here. The factory is producing a couple hover cars and a truck for us to travel back and forth once the spaceship has reached a certain stage of production. Those won’t be ready for another month, but we shouldn’t need them for about six months. Within two years, we should be able to test the engines and within three, we’ll be back in space.” Dr. Johns beamed with joy at the progress they were making.

Micah thought it ironic how they were dying on Cygnus VI and had to be rescued. Now, all they thought about was getting back into space. Once the threat was removed, they returned to their natural state as scientists with the lofty goal of building the engine they spent four hundred turns developing.

“How can we refuse?” Braden answered because Dr. Johns’ face fell with Micah’s delay. He instantly perked up, shook both their hands, and ran off to coordinate something or other.

“I guess the swim will wait,” Micah surrendered. Braden ushered her quickly to the elevator before they were delayed further. The humans living in New Sanctuary preferred being inside, where Braden and Micah thought of it as a form of punishment.

The elevator delivered them to the oasis where it was overcast, but they didn’t think it would rain.

“Let’s collect our horse creatures and go for a ride!” Braden quipped.

The horses were at the farthest end of the field, but Brandt was more than accommodating in running after them to herd the two back toward the lake. Their saddles were stored in the maintenance shed and Braden recovered both, putting them in the open. The twins had already talked with Max and Speckles, so they were on their way by the time the King of the Aurochs reached them. The three trotted back together.

Ax and ‘Tesh were patiently waiting at the edge of the lake, under the watchful eye of the young Rabbits. As one of the generations born on Vii, they wore the harness but didn’t carry laser pistols. The Rabbits were happy making agreements with others for protection while they focused on the fields and personal harmony.

The horses were happy to have something to do. Once saddled, they were chomping at the bit to run. Brandt would join them, but the twins stayed behind with Aadi giving them their lessons for the day. Heloysis and Luciana were trying to rally the wild rabbits, but with no luck. They were just as afraid of the large Rabbits as they were the rest of the creatures who lived around the oasis.

Luciana suspected it was G-War’s doing, while the Hawkoids mysteriously disappeared during the berating the Rabbits gave the ‘cat. G-War admitted nothing, but wouldn’t deny anything either. He said the whole issue was beneath him.

Braden knew it was the ‘cat’s fault, with his accomplices, Skirill and Zyena. The Hawkoids needed to eat often and the ground squirrel population didn’t survive the first cycle of the seasons. They tried to leave the wild rabbits alone so they wouldn’t upset the intelligent Rabbits, but hunger got the best of them.

Braden decided that a retreat would forestall further conversation on the issue, so he asked Ax to tell the horses to run south to the construction site. The two horses dug into the sand as they raced toward the open area surrounding the oasis that was New Sanctuary. G-War easily caught up and vaulted into Braden’s lap so he could enjoy the ride. If they stopped, he’d climb on the King’s head and take his usual spot.

They took a break around mid-morning to stretch their legs. Even G-War jumped down and ran around the group, getting the kinks out of his scarred orange body. He remained lean from hunting his own food, chasing the children, his as well as those from the others. The Hawkoid chicks were a real treat since they could always fly faster than he could run. He had to come up with inventive ways to keep them entertained, which usually meant running at high speed through heavy brush, changing directions often.

When they resumed their trip, G-War magically appeared on Brandt’s head, which always brought forth a chuckle from Braden. The scruffy-looking orange ‘cat crouched or curled between the ears of the King, watching ahead or feigning sleeping.

As soon as they crested the first hill after their break, they saw the construction site. They hadn’t realized that they were almost on top of it. Micah was happy that Braden hadn’t used the neural implant to pinpoint their location.

“I should have, though! I forgot I had it,” he replied.

“No, you shouldn’t have. How easy was it to get here without it?” she gently corrected him. He nodded with a smile. Braden wouldn’t have the luxury of growing overly dependent on Old Tech; Micah would keep him from descending too far into a technical wonderland.

They couldn’t see anything resembling the pictures of the spaceship that Dr. Johns had showed them. It looked like a big foundation for a building with some metal structures taking shape. A large lay-down area had been established for placing various sizes and shapes of metal. They saw an entrance to an underground section. They turned the horses loose and walked to the complex, where they were met by a Security Bot who welcomed them and handed them over to a special Development Bot, shaped with multiple arms and other appendages.

The Development Bot led them on a tour of the facility, speaking to them through the neural implant. The underground section was being developed as its own factory complex linked to Holly and New Sanctuary. The metal sections had been mined, refined, and worked in the underground facility. As the facility expanded, it would build more technically advanced parts for the ship. The most complex parts would be built at New Sanctuary and transported to the construction site for installation when the time was right.

The ship itself consisted of the parts and pieces on the ground, which made up a total of one percent of the ship’s construction. The Bots had a lot of work to do before even a hint of a spaceship would appear on the pad. Braden and Micah thanked the Bot for showing the facilities. They shrugged, climbed back on their horses, and departed. Neither thought the trip worth it, but they wouldn’t tell Dr. Johns that. It was important to him and probably important to the future of Vii, but at this point in time, it meant little to Braden and Micah.

Blooding the Pups

Lunch on the beach consisted of their favorite, cheese omelets with hash browns, provided by the fabricator. After that, they loaded the children into the cart and gathered the rest of the companions for a trip to see the Wolfoids. Skirill and Zyena flew ahead, while Max pulled the cart. The two young Rabbits had never visited Livestel and were eager to get to their new home.

They were in for a treat. Micah told them to stay in the cart until the pups could be told who they were. Running for your life was no way to enjoy a peaceful visit.

With Brandt’s encouragement, the group made short work of the trip, arriving by dinner time. There was a fire going and the spit was set up, but nothing was cooking, which surprised the humans. G-War’s hackles rose and his tail twitched, even as Bounder, Gray Strider, and Shredder approached.

Micah could feel their excitement. Braden could feel his mate’s, but he didn’t know what it was all about. He took the easy way. “What’s going on?” he asked.

‘Blooding of the pups!’
Bounder exclaimed, then strode off boldly, followed by the others, who yipped as they walked. Braden and Micah lifted their children from the cart and held them, even though they wanted to get down. Even G-War, Klytus, and Shauna stayed up high, opting for the top of one of the few single-story buildings. Most were two-story, with a few taller buildings scattered about.

“I don’t understand. Everyone acts like you know what he’s talking about,” Braden complained.

“I’m sorry. When we were on the ship and you were unconscious, we had a lot of time to talk. It’s the ritual each litter undergoes to become full members of the pack. They have to hunt a creature and make a kill. On the ship, they used their domestic hogs, but here, they’ve been able to capture a few wild boars and this will be the first blooding off the ship!”

“I think you planned this all along,” Braden said, looking suspiciously at his partner. She shrugged and smiled furtively before jogging after the Alpha. Even Brandt was looking forward to the show, but he stayed farther back from the center of the town so he could protect the horses. Heloysis and Luciana peered between two of the cart’s sideboards, watching without letting the pups know they were there. According to G-War, the pups would be whipped into a frenzy, losing all control and going after anything that wasn’t a Wolfoid. Everyone had to take care not to get caught in the wrong place.

The pups were being held outside the town by an elder bitch. She had watched over them as they grew, while their parents worked, and was the only one besides their own parents who could control the young Wolfoids at this stage of their lives. She was getting them fired up, judging by how the barking and howling was growing in volume.

Shredder growled at the observers, forcing them back against the buildings to leave as much open space as possible for the pups to hunt. He waited at the pen where three wild boars slavered, tossing their heads with eyes wide at the smell of the Wolfoid close by.

With a final scream, the bitch turned the pups loose. Shredder threw open the gate and the boars burst out, looking to escape the confines of the town and the nearness of their tormentors.

The pups raced into the Town Square, catching the boars halfway across. The pups bowled over the smallest of the creatures and bit deeply, tasting fire in the blood of their prey. But he wasn’t going to give in. He rolled to his feet, squashing one pup into the ground as he pushed forward, driving his tusks into the side of a pup who was blocked in by others who’d lost their senses in the blood fury.

The hunter turned hunted screamed in pain as his brothers and sisters pounced on the boar with renewed vigor. This time, attacking more wisely. Two had gone for the throat and were ravaging the soft flesh. The wild boar’s blood pumped from a severed artery. He dropped to his knees and snorted as his eyes glazed. The wounded pup dove in, gripping the beast’s throat and forcing him from his hooves. When the boar hit the ground, he was already dead, but the pups were on him, ripping him apart.

The other two boars received less attention from the pups. Half the pack wanted to be first and attacked the closest target. The other half was left to deal with the two larger boars, ugly brutes, aged and not afraid to fight. They were backed into a corner away from the larger Wolfoids who growled and snapped as the beasts approached.

These two were more wary. Once they took their positions, they stayed put, offering the pups tusks and stamping hooves. The crowd was going mad. The first Wolfoid pups had been blooded. The injured pup was licking its own wounds, and Braden suspected he’d end up sewing the skin back together at the end of the trial. Until then, no one could help the youngsters.

Six on two might seem good odds, but they were not in favor of the pups. One, bolder than the rest, threw caution to the wind and attacked the smaller of their two by himself. The pup fainted low and jumped over the boar’s head as the beast tried to gore him. The pup bit deeply into the back of the beast’s neck, but the tough hide was unyielding. The Wolfoid’s teeth dug in, but that only served to enrage the creature. It shook its head wildly, trying to dislodge the stalwart youngster.

The other pups saw the opening and darted in, heading straight for the beast’s throat. Left alone, the biggest boar ran for freedom. The blooded pups weren’t sure about making a second kill, but were spurred to action by the howls of the crowd. They started slowly at first, but picked up the pace and raced from the town on the heels of the beast.