Void Wraith (The Void Wraith Trilogy Book 2) (14 page)

"Do you want me to keep an eye on Lena?" Hannan asked. Lena and Atrea had moved down the corridor, and would be out of sight soon.

"No, I'll take care of it. I want you to get the full complement of Judicators online," Nolan said, peering back into his vessel. "If trouble shows up, I want to be ready. Hold the dock, and give us an escort back when we're ready."

"Yes sir," Hannan said, nodding respectfully. She paused, moving back to join the others.

Nolan hurried after Lena and the ancient Primo, hoping they could find whatever Lena needed before the Void Wraith arrived.

Chapter 34- Fooled You

Kathryn settled into the co-pilot's chair, buckling herself in out of habit. She was used to piloting the vessel herself, and shot the cyber Marine in the pilot's chair a scornful look. She missed the days when it had been just her and Em, her VI, aboard the
Sparhawk
. But she knew those days were gone forever.

She focused on the library ahead of her, which gleamed under a dome of white-blue light. A tremor of doubt whispered through her, but she ignored it. Their plan was audacious, but given what she knew of the Primo she believed they could pull it off.

"Primo library, this is the
UFC Sparhawk
," Kathryn said, coughing in what she hoped was a convincing manner. "We've taken severe damage, and request assistance. All we need are basic life support repairs, then we'll be out of your hair."

She glanced behind her, finding both her companions. Delta loomed in the doorway, arms folded as he stared at the view screen. His face was impassive as ever, eyes now unreadable pools of silver. That addition was unnerving, as it made it impossible to gauge the man's emotions. Reid was worse, though. He wore his perpetual sneer, equal parts derision and condescension. Combined with his feverish excitement, it made the man positively creepy. It aroused new fear in her. How much of that was his larva? Would her joining carry a similar price?

"Delta, gather your Marines at the airlock door. You're sure this will work?" Reid asked. Again. For at least the fourth time.
 

"Yes, sir," Delta said, nodding slowly. He was like a beaten dog trying not to get kicked. "The drive is leaking enough radiation to make our story convincing, but not so much that we'll get cooked."

"It has the added side effect of masking our escort," Kathryn said, trying not to snap at Reid. It wouldn't help. "They'll be able to enter when the Primo lower the shield for us."

"Assuming they lower it," Reid said, scowl deepening.

"Oh, ye of little faith," Kathryn said, rolling her eyes. She hadn't dealt much with Primo, but other entities who were connected to the masters had. Through the larva wrapped around her spine she could access some of those memories--those the larva was willing to share, anyway. "Protocol dictates that they render assistance. They can't interfere directly in temporal matters, but they can save lives."

"
UFC Sparhawk
, this is Derinia. Proceed to docking port nine. If you deviate from this course you will be destroyed," the Primo said. He continued layering on threats about what else would get them blown up.
 

Kathryn only half listened, holding her breath until she felt a sharp tingle. Then she grinned. "We're passing through the shield."

She faced the view screen, which showed the enormous library beneath them. Two dozen immense plasma cannons were trained on the
Sparhawk
, but thus far they seemed not to suspect anything.

Kathryn blinked when she saw another vessel docked--and not just any vessel, but the unmistakable blue form of a harvester. There was only one harvester actively working against them, which meant Nolan had arrived first. At least he was still here. This sped up their timetable, but as long as they stopped him from leaving they'd stay on schedule.

"Dock as casually as possible," she called into the cockpit, though she knew it was a pointless gesture. The servants Reid surrounded himself with had so much of their body replaced they hardly qualified as people. Delta was the notable exception, though Kathryn was unclear why Reid had made such an exception. Reid did derive quite a bit of pleasure from pushing Delta around, so maybe that was it.

Kathryn turned her attention back to the docking, watching as the
Sparhawk
settled against the library's hull. She turned to Delta. "Okay, this is your show. Get your men ready. I'll take charge of the Judicators. Reid, it's safest if you wait here."

"What if those cannons fire on the ship?" Reid asked, voice rising as he spoke.

"Then you'll be dead before you can reach the airlock door," Kathryn said, turning away from him without another word. She ducked into the mess, then down to the airlock door.

Delta was already waiting there.

"Once all troops are deployed," she said, "link up with me. We'll head for the data core so we can head off Nolan. That has to be why he's here."

Chapter 35- Attacked

Nolan followed Atrea and Lena deeper into the library. The layout was identical to the last one, with corridors stretching off the cavernous main chamber like spokes from a wheel. A series of levels ringed the main floor, each rising toward a domed ceiling that showed the stars. It wasn't unlike the bridge of a Primo carrier, now that he thought about it. This place was many times larger, though.

A handful of Primos wandered between the shelves lining every floor, but Nolan doubted there were more than twenty in all. None looked up as Nolan's group entered; each was enraptured by whatever data cube they were studying. Atrea hurried through the main library room, pausing before a pair of massive double doors. The doors were made of the same blue metal, but unlike the walls they were adorned with vivid scenes of battle, much like the ancient ruins where he and Lena had found the first data cube.

Atrea withdrew a fist-sized signet from under her voluminous robes, fitting the device into the lock set in the middle of the doors. The signet flared a brilliant red, then the doors opened with a click and a hiss of air.

"This is unprecedented," Lena whispered, her tail flicking back and forth excitedly. "No lesser race has ever been allowed to see a master core before."

Atrea strode into the room, circling a wide, black table. A cube roughly twelve feet in diameter floated in the air above the table, though Nolan had no idea what kept it aloft. The cube glowed with its own inner light, a mixture of greens, blues, and whites. The lights changed and pulsed as the cube gently bobbed up and down.

"Please, sit," Atrea said, gesturing at the odd Primo chairs Nolan had still not learned to sit in. "We can use the table to interface with the master cube."

Lena, more graceful than Nolan, settled across the table from Atrea. She was clearly uncomfortable in a chair designed for a race with legs that bent the opposite way, but she mastered it well.

"I am skipping as many of the more tedious formalities as I can," Atrea said, raising a trembling hand to place a jeweled cube in the slot set into the middle of the table. "If you'll tell me why you've come, and what data you wish, I can copy it to this cube."

"I will also try to be brief," Lena said, leaning forward and resting her furry arms on the table. "We have evidence that there were, in fact, three great Primo empires. At some point between the first and second empire, the Primo were genetically modified. The added markers were designed to increase fertility and aggression."

"Hmm," Atrea said, blinking her large, lantern eyes. "I suppose you have evidence to support these claims, but that given the time constraints you will not be able to share it? Pity. I've long held unpopular notions about the origins of my species, origins that you might be able to substantiate."

"Can you help us?" Nolan asked. "I mean, is there data about the first empire? Or the original Primo DNA?"

"We'll start there," Atrea said, placing both hands on the cube she'd socketed into the table. She closed her eyes and the cube began to glow.

Nolan wasn't sure what she was doing. Was this a ritual, or some sort of Primo ability?

After a moment Atrea looked up. "The data transfer has begun. I'm including all references to the dark times, all information about the genetic drift of our species, and the location of every ancient outpost. What else can I add?"

"Myths," Lena said, rising from the awkward chair and beginning to pace. "Stories of your origins. Parables and the like. Particularly those including the Void Wraith."

"That seems an odd request," Atrea said, cocking her head to the side. "Why?"

"If the data we seek were obvious, then it would have been discovered long ago," Lena said, excitedly. "I believe it may be masked under mythology. There could be real truth buried there, perhaps even the key to unraveling the mystery of the Void Wraith."

"Interesting," Atrea said, giving a single nod. "I'd not have considered that line of thinking. Clearly, I've been correct that we should mingle more with the so-called lesser races. My colleagues would not hear of it, of course. They believe you have nothing to teach. If any of our race survive this, I will make a case to have you appointed a full librarian, little sister."

"That would be wonderful," Lena said, her eyes lighting up. "Why, I--"

The entire library shook. Nolan rose to his feet, drawing his plasma pistol as he scanned their surroundings. They were in the safest place they could be, locked in the vault at the heart of the library. A second shudder rocked the station, this one more violent than the first.

"What's happening, Atrea? Do we have a way to find out?" Nolan demanded.

"Yes, yes...give me just a moment," Atrea said. She pointed at Nolan's comm. "You can now access the library's security cameras."

Nolan swiped the screen several times until he arrived at a camera on the edge of the library. His heart sank when he realized what he was seeing. Two Void Wraith harvesters had just rammed the station, and were no doubt dumping full compliments of Judicators inside.
 

How the hell had they gotten past the Primo's shields? So far as he knew, harvesters possessed nothing that would let them ignore a field of that strength. Nolan's gaze landed on a smaller ship, and he choked back a curse. A Photos-class vessel had just docked, and he was positive he knew which one. That had to be the
Sparhawk
.

Kathryn had arrived.

He looked up at Lena and Atrea. "We need to leave, right now."

Chapter 36- Boo

Dryker clasped his hands behind his back, staring out the Primo dome. Dozens of tiny freighters flitted from Ceras Station out to the three colonies in this system. All three were terraformed for one purpose: to provide food for the entire periphery. Nearly every outer colony depended on this station for its very survival, especially during the early years when they were getting established.

Ceras Station was close to the sun, a mere million miles above the surface. Keeping it that close meant the station had to move actively to avoid coronal mass ejections from the star, so it possessed more thrusters than he'd ever seen a station have. Ceras was also larger than anything he'd seen outside the core worlds, large enough to hold ten thousand citizens.

Behind it he could see two of the three worlds that had been terraformed in the system. New Mars was a red world, though due to its size the gravity was higher even than Earth. Most of the terraformers who'd colonized the world never left it again. Vega was a small blue world, roughly two-thirds the size of Earth. Its beaches made it a perfect vacation spot, one Dryker had visited twice during his time in the UFC.

"Why have we journeyed to this system, Admiral Dryker?" Celendra asked, gliding up to join him. She somehow made the awkward Primo gait elegant.
 

"If mankind had an official capital of the periphery, Ceras would be it," Dryker replied, glancing briefly at her before returning his gaze to Ceras Station. "They're the second-richest corporation in human space."

"So you come seeking money?" Celendra asked, her confusion evident. She opened her mouth to speak again, then closed it, shaking her head.
 

"I'm sorry, Celendra. I haven't been very good at explaining myself," Dryker said, turning to give the Primo his full attention. "I've been too focused on keeping us alive, and haven't spared the time to properly explain. We came to Ceras because they have a contract with the 14
th
fleet. Their donations account for sixty percent of the 14
th
's funding. When Ceras calls, the 14
th
fleet comes running."

"Ahhh," Celendra said, giving a smile made comical by her tiny mouth. "So you will call the 14
th
fleet to this place, and attempt to win them to our cause."

"That's the plan," Dryker said, reaching for his comm. Thanks to the Primo, it was now linked to the Quantum Network. It still terrified him how easily the Primo had done that. "If we're lucky, one of the Ceras higher-ups is on station right now. If I were her, and I saw a Primo battlegroup enter the system, how do you think I might react?"

"We're picking up several communications coming from the station," Celendra said, looking out the dome at the station. "One of them is utilizing heavy encryption. Ahh, there we go. I've decrypted the data stream, and will play the audio."

"--get your ass here now," a woman snarled, in exactly the kind of tone that knew it would be obeyed. "I don't care how drunk your officers are, or who's locked up in some local prison. You get every ship in your fleet to Ceras in the next eight hours, or we find another fleet to sponsor next year."

"I can't just strip the periphery," a tired voice answered. A familiar voice. "I'll get four capital ships there in the next few hours, but--"

"But nothing," the female voice snarled. "You'll--"

"I apologize for interrupting your call," Dryker said, maybe a little too cheerily. It wasn't every day that disgraced captains showed up with a Primo fleet under their command, and damned if he wasn't going to showboat a little. "This is Admiral Dryker, and I'm in command of the Primo fleet orbiting Ceras."