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Table of Contents

Title Page

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Epilogue

Afterword

 

 

 

Relic of Sorrows

(Fallen Empire, Book 4)

 

by Lindsay Buroker

 

Copyright © 2016 Lindsay Buroker

 

Illustration © 2016 Tom Edwards

TomEdwardsDesign.com

 

 

Acknowledgments

 

Thank you for returning for another Fallen Empire adventure! As always, I had help putting this novel together, so I would also like to thank my editor, Shelley Holloway, my beta readers, Sarah Engelke and Rue Silver, and my cover designer, Tom Edwards. I’ve been writing these quickly, and I’m glad I have some awesome people who are willing and able to keep up with me. Also, if you like the title, I must thank Sarah for that. Apparently, my working title about staffs had the potential to cause those with naughty minds to have naughty thoughts. Who knew?

 

Now, enough of those details. Let’s get on to the new story. I hope you enjoy it!

 

Chapter 1

The medicine ball slammed into Alisa’s chest with enough force that she nearly tumbled to the deck. Nobody would ever accuse her engineer of throwing like a girl. Alisa tossed the ball back, aiming to the side of Mica, so she would have to twist and work different muscles to catch it. Mica did so without so much as a grimace to suggest effort was required.

She tossed it back, flexing her bare arms and glancing toward the walkway above. Yumi sat up there with her legs dangling over the side as she read a book on her netdisc. Two chickens pranced around behind her, having escaped from the makeshift coop in the corner of the cargo hold. Again. Yumi cooed at them, paying more attention to the birds than Mica. Alisa almost made a joke about her engineer’s unrequited love, but decided to rein it in since she hadn’t had any luck finding love lately, either. Not that she was looking. Recently widowed women weren’t supposed to look. It was a rule.

“Yumi, want to join us?” Mica called up, as the ball went back and forth.

“No, thank you,” Yumi said. “My breathing exercises provide me with all the workout I require, with no sweating involved.”

“Breathing exercises?” Mica arched a skeptical eyebrow.

“A combination of stretching and powerful, forceful breathing that increases your oxygen intake, which boosts circulation, strength, and metabolism. I could show you, if you like.”

“Uh.” Judging by Mica’s wrinkled nose, she thought that sounded like a bunch of mumbo jumbo. It was a testament to her interest in Yumi that she didn’t outright say so.

“Can’t be any worse than the candlelit séance you let her lead you through a few weeks ago,” Alisa said.

Mica frowned at her. “That was a meditation session.”

“Oh? Did you call up any ghosts to chat with while you did it?”

“Ha ha.”

Mica threw the ball hard enough that catching it almost knocked Alisa off her feet. It
did
pummel her in the chest with a solid thump.

“You’re bruising my boobs,” Alisa said, hiding a grimace as she positioned the ball to throw it back. Wasn’t the idea to give her
muscles
a pummeling?

“Unless you and the cyborg have a date later,” Mica said, “I don’t see how it matters out here.”

Alisa’s cheeks warmed, and she looked toward the other side of the empty cargo hold where a barefooted and bare-chested Leonidas was sparring with a fully armored Tommy Beck. They appeared to be too busy to listen in on Alisa and Mica’s conversation, but Leonidas had that enhanced cyborg hearing, so who knew?

Neither of them looked in her direction. Leonidas launched a flurry of palm strikes and kicks at Beck, who did his best to block them, but still ended up scrambling backward until his back was against the wall. With Beck in full armor and Leonidas barehanded punching, it had to be like striking solid metal, but no hint of pain ever crossed Leonidas’s determined face. He’d explained once that most of his bones had been replaced with nearly indestructible synthetics, but even so, Alisa couldn’t imagine punching armor felt good.

Leonidas lowered his arms and stepped back several paces, waving for Beck to come back to the center of their impromptu sparring arena. The very empty sparring arena. Since Alisa and her passengers had missions that consumed their focus, she hadn’t taken the time to look for any freight to haul, so the hold held little more than the chicken coop. Unfortunately, a lack of freight meant she hadn’t had the funds to fix up the
Star Nomad
with weapons or any of the other upgrades the seventy-year-old freighter desperately needed.

“You barely dented my armor that time, mech,” Beck said, thumping a fist to his chest plate as he walked back into their arena. His voice sounded muffled through the faceplate of his helmet. He had dressed in his full kit for this sparring match.

“You know who gets to hammer out those dents, don’t you?” Mica muttered to Alisa, throwing the medicine ball again.

“Beck trusts you to do that? You’re not an armor smith.”

“I have a big hammer. That’s all it takes.”

“A big hammer, huh? Does Yumi know? Maybe she’d be more interested.”

Mica’s eyes narrowed as she received the ball. “Watch yourself, Captain, or I’ll bruise more than your boobs.”

“Your lack of job offers is truly puzzling,” Alisa said, referring to her engineer’s desire to find more challenging and auspicious work than the old freighter offered.

This time, when the ball came hurtling at her chest, Alisa was ready and absorbed most of the impact. Still, she wouldn’t have minded a set of combat armor for herself. Like weapons and parts for her ship, it was on her wish list.

Leonidas sighed as Beck danced around with his gauntleted fists up. “I’m not trying to dent your armor. With the speed and power that suit gives you, you ought to be fast enough to attack me, not just scurry out of the way.” He wriggled his fingers in invitation. “Don’t be intimidated. You’re not when you’re fighting other enemies. I’ve seen you in combat. You’re adequate.”

“Adequate?” Beck lowered his fists to his hips. “Is that the kind of effusive praise you gave your soldiers when you were a military commander?”

“Only if they deserved it. And didn’t use words like effusive.”

“I had no idea cyborgs frowned upon vocabulary words.”

“We’re dumb brutes that like to keep things simple.”

Alisa snorted. Leonidas was anything but dumb.

He wriggled his fingers in invitation again.

This time, Beck complied, springing at Leonidas, the servos in his leg armor whirring. A normal man probably wouldn’t have been able to dodge out of the way quickly enough to avoid him, but Leonidas seemed to blur whenever he moved. In the split second it took Beck to reach him, he’d dodged to the side and moved forward, so he could attack. Even as Beck landed and tried to spin to meet him, Leonidas struck hard enough to send him flying. Beck landed in a backward roll and came to his feet, but Leonidas was already atop him. The encounter ended with Beck lying on his back like a turtle, raising his hands in surrender.

Leonidas sighed again, backing away so Beck could rise. For the first time, he looked toward Alisa.

“I don’t suppose you’d consider taking on another cyborg so I would have a sparring partner,” he said.

“If you know any who would like to work for what I’m paying you, I would consider it,” Alisa said.

“You’re not paying me anything.”

“That’s because you haven’t accepted my job offer.” Alisa smiled and raised her eyebrows.

She still hoped that Leonidas would one day tell Alejandro to finish his orb quest on his own, and accept the position of security officer that she had offered him. True, it would be a lowly position for someone who had once been a colonel in command of a battalion of cyborgs, but with the way her ship had found trouble lately, it was sure to keep him busy.

“Maybe you could spar with the Starseer,” Mica said. “I hear he has muscles under his robe.”

Leonidas shifted his gaze up to the walkway, not toward Yumi but toward someone who had strode out of the corridor overlooking the cargo hold. Abelardus.

He gazed down, his angular face aloof, showing nothing of his thoughts—or whether he had heard Mica’s comment. As far as Alisa had heard, Starseers were fully human, with a few quirky gene mutations, and did not have superior hearing, but since they could read minds, maybe Abelardus still knew what everyone had been talking about down here. His eyes locked onto Leonidas’s and his lip curled slightly.

“That looks like a challenge acknowledged and accepted to me,” Mica said.

“Uhm.” Alisa did not think they should encourage “sparring” or anything else between Leonidas and Abelardus, both because cyborgs and Starseers had a history of bad blood and because Leonidas and Abelardus had gotten into a fight once before already. She hadn’t seen it, but she had heard about it—and that some insults or derogatory comments about
her
had started it. “Actually, I think the sparring arena should close for the day. Beck, what’s on today’s lunch menu? It’s been nice having such good food. Makes it seem like we’re on one of those fancy luxury star cruisers instead of on an old freighter.”

“I will spar with you, mech,” Abelardus said, ignoring Alisa as his eyes remained locked on Leonidas.

Alisa, remembering how many injuries the Starseers on Arkadius had inflicted on Leonidas without ever touching him, shifted uneasily. Their doctor, Alejandro, had spent hours in sickbay with him as soon as they had left the planet, and for the first few days of their journey, Leonidas had been scarce. It had only been in the last couple of days that he had returned to his exercises.

He had to have reservations, but he promptly said, “I accept,” his gaze never wavering from the Starseer.

Abelardus lifted his hand, his fingers splayed back toward the corridor behind him. Before Alisa could do more than puzzle over why he was doing that, his black staff flew into sight. It landed in his hand with a smack.

“Anyone else find that creepy?” Mica asked.

“Yes.” Alisa looked up at Yumi.

Yumi only sighed wistfully. She had the Starseer genes, but had never manifested any talents, something that disappointed her. It relieved Alisa. It had chilled her to learn that her daughter, thanks to her husband’s blood, was developing Starseer abilities. Alisa still wanted to find Jelena and bring her back into her life—and make sure she knew her mother was alive and cared about her very much—but she was no longer certain as to what that life would look like. If Jelena truly could move objects with her mind now, she would need someone to help her develop her talents and teach her the control needed to manage such talent. Alisa imagined a child with the ability to hurl things with her mind being very dangerous if she was untrained. Could Jelena be happy growing up on a freighter with her mother, as Alisa once had? She rubbed her face, not having an answer for that. She only knew that she had to find Jelena before she could figure all of this out.

“Think I’ll get out of the way,” Beck said and rolled to his feet. He removed his helmet and walked over to join Mica and Alisa in the shadow of the stairs. “You want leftovers, Captain? Or something fresh?”

One of the chickens squawked. It might have been because of Beck’s comment or because Abelardus was walking down the stairs, looking imposing in his black robe, his long braids of hair dangling to either side of his bronze face.

Leonidas eyed his staff as he approached, but he did not say anything about it. After all, he had allowed—or perhaps encouraged—Beck to wear his armor to even out the odds. Alisa did not know who would have the advantage in this matchup. Abelardus shouldn’t be able to move any more quickly than a normal human being, but he might be able to use his mind powers to keep Leonidas from reaching him.

“Captain?” Beck prompted.

“Leftovers are fine,” Alisa said. “Thanks.”

Beck trotted up the stairs, either in a hurry to get to his barbecue or in a hurry to get out of the way.

“Should we go up there too?” Mica had stopped tossing the ball, perhaps because Alisa wasn’t paying any attention to it anymore, and had it propped against her hip. “Are there likely to be bodies flying everywhere?”

She spoke lightly, but Alisa did not find the idea amusing.

Leonidas looked at her as Abelardus stopped to lean his staff on the railing at the bottom of the stairs while he removed his robe and tied his hair back. Leonidas gave her a single nod. Mica tossed the ball into a crate secured to the wall and trotted up to the walkway. Instead of following after Beck, she sat down beside Yumi where she would have a good view.

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