Dark Space: Origin (15 page)

Ethan grimaced and took another gulp of his beer. Again he was struck by that little girl’s resemblance to his wife.
Ex-wife,
he corrected himself, and with that, he drained his mug and lay his head back against the chair. His eyes drifted shut and he let himself believe for a blissful moment that this was all just a horrible nightmare.

I’m going to wake up any minute now,
he told himself.
Any minute now . . .

Chapter 11

A
tta ran straight up to him with a big smile and gave him a hug. For a moment, Atton was taken aback and didn’t know where to put his hands. He held them out high above the girl as if she were some untouchable thing. Gradually he relaxed and returned the girl’s hug, patting her on the back with the hand not already holding his beer. Atta withdrew, still smiling, and then he noticed that she was holding a stuffed diger.

Atton froze.

A painful lump rose in his throat. He’d had a stuffed animal just like that when he was her age.

“I’ve never had a brother,” Atta said while playing with the diger’s furry white ears.

“I’ve never had a sister. . . .” Atton replied.

“Well, you’re going to like me! I promise. Did you know it’s my birthday today?”

“No, I didn’t.” Atton pointed to the stuffed diger, his eyes narrowing on the toy. “Did you get him for your birthday?”

“No, that’s Mr. Tibbins. I’ve had him since I was a baby. He’s my friend.”

Atton couldn’t bring himself to reply to that.
Mr. Tibbins.
He’d called his stuffed diger Tibby.

“Atta . . .” Destra said rounding the couch to stand beside her daughter. “Sit quietly for a moment. Your brother is tired.”

“Okay,” she said.

Atton’s gaze followed his sister and the stuffed animal to the other end of the couch where she hopped up and sat down. She began kicking her little feet, looking from one person to another until her gaze stopped on Ethan. “Who is he? Is he also my brother?”

Destra laughed. “No, dear. He’s . . .” but she trailed off there, unable to finish her sentence.

“I’m your uncle,” Ethan supplied.

“An uncle and a brother in one day!” Atta exclaimed. “I’m a lucky girl. People don’t have family anymore. . . .” she said, looking down at Mr. Tibbins and picking at his fur. “Mom says that’s because of the skull faces. That’s why we don’t like them. I don’t like them because they’re scary.”

Atton finally had enough. He rounded on his mother just as she sat down beside him. “Mr.
Tibbins?
”

Destra smiled sadly back at him. “You still remember yours? You loved him so much.”

“I lost him! The same day I lost
you,
in case you don’t remember—oh that’s right, you have
Atta
and
Tibbins
now, so you don’t have to remember us—and let’s not forget Hoff!” Atton’s heart beat furiously in his chest. His head felt light and airy with rage. He barely noticed as his mother placed her hand over his.

“You might not understand this now,” she said, sniffling, “But it was my way of remembering you. You don’t know how many times I saw Atta or Mr. Tibbins and thought of you. I never forgot you, Atton. I found a way to cope.”

“Frek, Mom!” Atton flicked her hand off his and stood up from the couch. “That’s it? After all this time—
it’s nice to see you again, son, but as you can see I replaced the life I lost. I’m sorry you never managed to replace yours.
”

“Atton . . .” Destra wiped fresh tears from her eyes, but Atton wasn’t buying the act.

Hoff whispered to his daughter, telling her to go back to her room. She looked up at Atton with wide, frightened gray eyes. He turned to glare back at her.

Atta bolted from the living room, crying as she ran.

“Atton, she’s just a child!” Destra said.

“So was I!” he roared.

“Well, this is fun,” Hoff added. “As much as I like watching the two of you come storming into my life and breaking everything like a pair of rulls, you’d both better hurry up and explain yourselves before our recess ends and I have to return you to the trial room. Atton, I suggest you do what I’m doing now, and put your personal feelings aside long enough to straighten this mess out, or soon none of it is going to matter. I need a good reason not to have you both probed and then sentenced for your crimes.”

Atton stared at Hoff, his chest rising and falling quickly with fury. He felt another hand touch his, but this time it was the rough hand of his father, urging him to sit back down. He turned and saw the defeated look on his father’s face. Somehow that brought him back to his senses. This wasn’t any easier for Ethan—probably harder—but he wasn’t screaming about it. Taking one more deep, calming breath, Atton let his rage go and sat down. He felt numb. “Where should I start?” he asked.

“How about at the very beginning,” Hoff replied.

Atton told them what he could remember of fleeing Roka IV in the middle of the night, of his mother handing him over to his Great Uncle Riechland to be taken to Dark Space with the fleet. He recounted a lonely, confusing first few weeks of being bounced from ship to ship as his caregivers constantly changed. Eventually he’d met the overlord, and the man had taken him in as his own son. That was when things had taken a turn for the better, but when he was just starting to get used to life as the overlord’s son, the old man had revealed his secret: he was a holoskinner only pretending to be the overlord. The real overlord had been killed during the war, and the man found to replace him had been his military adviser, Fleet Admiral Tate Lordin. Atton had been just fourteen when the admiral had revealed his secret. It had come as a rude shock, but then he’d realized that his adoptive father was the same person he’d always been, just with a different face. On his death bed, Admiral Lordin had asked him to take over as the overlord for a while, until a replacement could be found. That had been three years ago.

Much more recently, during the battle they’d fought with Alec Brondi for the
Valiant,
Atton had discovered that his father was a holoskinner pretending to be a nova pilot named Adan Reese. It wasn’t long after that that he’d asked his father to take his place as the overlord. Ethan had reluctantly accepted the responsibility, and then a few days later he had been revealed by Dr. Kurlin and forcibly removed from the position.

“I remember Admiral Lordin,” Heston said, rubbing his chin. “We thought he died during the war.”

Atton nodded. “That was what he led everyone to believe before he took over for Dominic.”

“So, Lordin planned the exodus to Dark Space—not Dominic.”

Atton nodded. “He thought we were foolish to stand and fight as long as we did.”

“He was right, but
he
was foolish to leave a
kid
in charge of the Imperium.”

“That’s why I gave up the position to my father when I found him. I realized I didn’t have the experience to be the overlord.”

Hoff barked a laugh. “But neither did your father! Another foolish decision!”

Ethan’s eyes flashed, but he said nothing.

“If what you say is true, then you’re just 17 now. I should be taking back that beer I gave you. At least you don’t
look
your age,” Heston said.

“People used to say that to me all the time. I was done growing by the time the admiral showed me how to use the holoskins.”

“Fine, but you do sound your age. Are you telling me no one got suspicious when you took over for Admiral Lordin?”

“Some did, especially when I re-opened the gate and sent out scouts to see what had happened to the galaxy. As you know, we found you, and then we sent an expedition to the Getties where we met the Gors. I agreed to an alliance with them after they brought us High Lord Kaon.”

Hoff smirked and a sarcastic gleam entered his eyes. “Yes, and then you invited your new friends into Dark Space so they could hold the door open for the entire Sythian armada!”

“We’ve never had an enemy fleet come into Dark Space.”

“That you know of. The same ones you’re trusting to tell you when the enemy arrives are the ones who can let them in.”

“They’ve helped us to destroy hundreds of Sythian ships. Roughly a whole fleet—a seventh of their entire navy. Why would they do that if they’re not on our side?”

“Maybe they didn’t need those ships anymore. They’re probably old and out of date. They sabotaged their own ships and then bailed out so you could rescue them. That sounds a lot like the skull faces were scuttling their ships to me.”

“You’re just prejudiced because the Gors were the only visible face of the war, but I have news for you, Hoff, those
skull faces,
as you call them, are our only hope—whether you like it or not.”

“No!” Hoff held up a finger. “No. Being patient and staying hidden is our only hope—not siding with the invaders.” The admiral turned to Destra and shook his head. “This boy of yours has krak between his ears, darling.”

“Hoff!” Destra hissed. “Be nice.”

“He’s endangered the lives of millions! And you want me to be
nice?
”

“I only let two Gors into Dark Space, Hoff,” Atton replied, working hard to keep his cool. “Just Tova and Roan know where it is, and they don’t know exactly where. A passing Gor would have to make a telepathic connection with one of them and use that to track them down. Other than that, Tova and Roan can’t give us away—they’d have to steal encrypted star maps. We don’t give them access to that information.”

“Well good for you. How hard do you think it is for an
invisible
spy to conduct espionage? I’ve spent a lot of time installing security systems on my ships which can detect cloaked Gors. Displacement sensors work well enough, but since you’re allied with the skull faces, I’m sure you haven’t felt it necessary to take precautionary measures like that.”

Atton sighed. “This is ridiculous.”

Heston shook his head. “No, what’s ridiculous is that the Gors are the sole proprietors of an undetectable, near-instantaneous communications system, and you’re trusting them not to give you away just because they’re limited to a ten light year radius. They could have given you away a thousand times by now and you’d never know!”

“Dark Space is more than ten light years from the nearest solar system, so unless a Gor ship just happened to be wandering through the Stormcloud Nebula, it’s not an issue.”

“You’re a very naïve young man. Now I understand why the overlord was making so many foolish decisions. He was
you
.”

“Whatever,” Atton growled.

“You don’t know a thing about the Gors!” Heston boomed. “No one does!”

“We don’t know anything about the Sythians either,” Atton said. “What’s your point?”

“Exactly! How do you know the Gors are really their slaves? Did you find any Sythians in the Getties and ask them? Kaon is the only one we’ve ever met.”

“The expedition I sent was already low on fuel when they met the Gors. They couldn’t look further.”

“That’s convenient for them. Have you sent another expedition yet?”