Fallen Empire 1: Star Nomad (10 page)

“After I get Jelena, I’ll figure the rest out,” Alisa said. “I’m not sure what else I’m qualified to do except for piloting, and whether it was entirely legal or not, I do have this ship now.”

“I was planning to look for work,” Mica said. “I’m qualified for a lot.”

“Are you sure? Some people demand optimism from employees.”

“I’ve yet to see that in a job description.”

“You have to read between the lines. It’s there.”

“We’ll see,” Mica said. “I’d like to do something a little more interesting than keeping an ancient freighter smothered in shag carpet in the air.”

“That carpet is only in the rec room.”

“No, it’s in my cabin too.”

“That’s velvet carpet. That room was rented by a—well, I wasn’t supposed to know what she was, but a lady rented it for a while and saw clients when we visited planets and space stations.”

“It’s purple. It’s gross.”

“Stick around, and I’ll let you remodel.”

Mica curled a lip. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate the job offer, Captain, but… you know I’m from a mining colony, right? Grew up on a moon strip-mined half into oblivion.”

“I figured it had to be something like that when you’ve got a name like Mica Coppervein.”

“Yes, we all got named after our colony, not our parents. We weren’t supposed to think too much about being individuals, just about making sure the colony succeeded, that the valuable ore got taken out and sent back to the empire.” Mica sneered slightly. “The empire always took so much, left us so little. There was never enough to go around. We worked hard all day and into the night, and we were always at least a little hungry.”

“But you got out and found yourself an education,” Alisa said, though the latter was an assumption. Mica had been a lieutenant in the war, so she ought to have a degree.

“I won the lottery. The children all got some education, enough reading and math to understand the equipment and fix it if things went wrong. There were tests to select the brighter kids. I was one of those, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything. The timing was just right for me. Every few years, the empire came around with some scholarships. They wanted the best and the brightest for the fleet, and they weren’t above finding those kids on remote holes. With the help of the foreman, they picked one kid to go away and get an advanced education. That was me.”

“Were you supposed to go back and help your people one day?”

Mica shook her head. “It was about helping the empire, not my people. Besides, nothing’s changed there in fifty years. Maybe five hundred. They’re not looking for revolutionaries to return and stir up the colony. No, after you finish school, you’re supposed to be so grateful for the opportunity that the empire gave you that you’re eager to go to work for
them
.” Mica looked at her hands. “I was grateful that fate had given me a chance, but I couldn’t ever love the empire. I just figured I’d take what I’d been given and do some good with it somewhere. First, that was joining the Alliance and fighting for a better way of life. Now… I’m not sure yet, but I have to do something meaningful. I can’t waste what I was given when thousands of my people are never given anything.”

Alisa reached over and squeezed her shoulder. “I understand. We’ll get to Perun, and you’ll find your destiny.”

“A whole heap of trouble, more like.”

Alisa smiled and pushed herself to her feet. “I guess someone has to talk to our cyborg.”

“Good luck. I’m still not convinced he’s not going to kill us all in our sleep.”

Alisa paused with her hand on the hatchway. “Has he done something to make you think that’s likely?” She had not seen it, but she’d also been spending her time isolated in NavCom.

“Besides regarding us all with disdain?” Mica asked.

“Yes.”

“No. I’m just being pessimistic.”

“Rare.”

“Yes.”

Alisa headed into the corridor, turning down the first of two dead-end hallways that led to crew quarters. The hatch to her mother’s cabin was still locked. Alisa had left it that way, not having the courage to go in there and look around six years ago. She still wasn’t sure she had the courage.

Before she made it to the cyborg’s cabin, Beck stepped out of his hatchway, almost running into her.

“Sorry, Captain. I was just cleaning my armor.” He raised his eyebrows, appearing quite eager to please. “You have anything more that needs doing?”

“I don’t know. What can you clean besides armor?”

“I was in the military for a long time. I’ve cleaned just about everything. Not real fond of lavs.”

“Surprising.”

He gave her a salute, not seeming to realize that neither of them were in the Alliance army anymore, and started past her. She continued toward the cyborg’s hatch, but Beck stopped her with a soft word.

“Captain?”

“Yes.”

“I—ah. I just wanted to let you know that I appreciate that you didn’t kick me off the ship.” Beck made a face, his forehead creasing. “I think maybe you should have.”

“I can’t do that until I’ve tasted your grilling.”

“All I need is some fresh meat, and I can make a feast.”

“Maybe there will be something interesting on one of the asteroids.”

Beck scratched his head. “You’ve got an odd sense of humor, Captain.”

“I know. I’m not finding folks as appreciative of that as you’d think.”

“Well, I’m appreciative that you didn’t hand me over to the mafia. I’m not the brightest sun in the galaxy, and sometimes I get a bit impulsive. I didn’t mean to bring my troubles to you, but you just let me know if there’s a way I can repay that favor. Anytime. I’m your man.”

Alisa hadn’t intended to keep him onboard past Perun, and she doubted she would need many favors repaid in the next week, but she smiled and said, “I’ll let you know. Might need someone to stand in front of me if there are any White Dragon thugs waiting for us when we land.”

He grimaced. “Did you have to file your flight path with the authorities before we left? I’ve heard the mafia owns the authorities on Dustor. I’ve heard that
now
. I was blissfully ignorant of such things a few months ago.”

Yes, and if the mafia brutes had been able to gain access to the security cameras on the docks, who knew what information they could gather?

“I did file a flight path—that’s the law, after all—but I didn’t mention our detour to, uhm.” Alisa waved toward the cyborg’s cabin. “I’m about to find out where.”

Beck curled a lip at the hatch and took a step back, like he wanted to flee in the other direction, but he braced himself. “You want me to go in with you to talk to him?”

Yes, she thought. “No, I doubt he’ll kill his pilot.
Before
he reaches his destination.”

“Holler if you need me.” Beck saluted again and headed into the lav at the end of the hall.

If he was going to clean it, she would consider giving him a raise. She had unfortunately noticed that someone’s space rations hadn’t been agreeing with him or her overly well.

Alisa continued in the opposite direction, to the last hatch at the end of the hall. She lifted her hand to knock, but paused when a thump reached her ears. Another thump followed and then an abbreviated yell. It almost sounded like people were doing battle inside.

Since Beck wasn’t in there, she couldn’t imagine who else the cyborg would be beating on, but she rushed to knock loudly, hoping to deter him. The noise halted immediately. Several long seconds passed, and Alisa shifted her weight, images of what she might see tormenting her mind. She reached for the latch. Even if it was locked, she had access to all of the spaces on ship.

But the big metal hatch opened before she had more than brushed it. She jerked her hand away as the cyborg’s large form loomed in front of her, and she inadvertently took a step back. He was barefoot and bare-chested, revealing a torso so chiseled with muscles that any bodybuilder would have envied him.

He looked completely human, no sign of machine parts integrated underneath his flesh. If he didn’t give himself away by jumping off buildings or wearing that Cyborg Corps uniform, a person might spend a lot of time with him without ever knowing. A part of her wondered if she would be able to feel the difference between human and cyborg if she ran her hand down the ropy muscles of his arm. Not that she had any wish to do so. Even before she had fallen in love with Jonah, a kind and peace-loving man if ever there was one, she had preferred artists and creative souls to the brawny hulks that hurled weights around the gym.

Realizing she was staring at his pecs as these thoughts flitted through her mind, Alisa jerked her gaze up to look at his face. Only when she saw his ruffled hair sticking up on one side and a pillow crease on his cheek did she realize he had been sleeping. It
was
late in the night cycle.

Though puzzled as to what that thumping had been about if he had been sleeping, she straightened her spine to address him. “We’ve reached the T-belt. I’ll be needing some more specific directions unless you want to simply tour the rock field. Even if you do, our other passengers might object to that.”

Down the hall, Beck came out of the lav. The cyborg’s gaze flicked in that direction, then he stepped back into his cabin, holding his hand toward the interior.

It took Alisa a moment to realize that he was inviting her in. Her gut knotted at that. She didn’t
want
to be alone with him. Memories of the Battle for Atlar-Sharr sprang to mind, of the way the
Merciless
, the ship she had been flying, had been irreparably damaged and then captured, despite all the fancy piloting she’d been able to muster. She and a handful of the command crew from the bridge had made it to an escape pod, but not before they had seen a troop of Cyborg Corps soldiers tramping through the corridors, ruthlessly slaughtering the men who fought back, who tried to buy the captain and the lieutenants time to escape. She remembered feeling like a coward for leaving when others had remained to fight the monsters, but she had been following orders. Besides, she had been too terrified to run off and pick a fight with the stone-faced killers. She would have run, orders or not.

The cyborg was looking down at her, still holding his hand out, the expression on his face somewhere between ironic and impatient.

“You want to talk in private?” Alisa asked. “I don’t think there’s anyone in the rec room.”

Somehow, talking in a common area seemed safer than talking in his cabin. With the hatch closed.

“This won’t take long.” He stepped away from the hatch and grabbed a shirt off the back of a chair tucked into a small, built-in desk. It and the bunk were the only furnishings in the room, though a trunk and a large red case had been secured in a corner.

Alisa’s heart kicked into double-time when she realized what that case was. Combat armor. The crimson combat armor that the Cyborg Corps soldiers wore in battle. The exact armor that those cyborgs who had mown down the crew of the
Merciless
had worn, the dark color masking the blood that spattered it, the blood of the slain, the crew, people she had worked with, had come to know.

Oblivious to the fact that Alisa was on the verge of hyperventilating, the cyborg opened the trunk and pulled something out of a pocket in the lid. A netdisc. He thumbed it on, scrolled through images on the holodisplay that came up, and set it on the desk. An oblong rock covered in craters—an asteroid—floated in the air.

Alisa took a deep breath to steady her nerves and made herself ease into the cabin.

The cyborg folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the back wall, intentionally giving her space, she sensed. Maybe he knew that he was the stuff of nightmares, of terrifying memories that would never fade completely. Did he care at all? Or did he love the reputation he had?

She glanced at the bed as she drew closer to the desk, at the rumpled sheets, wondering again what he had been doing when she had knocked. Vigorously masturbating? She smirked and almost shared the thought with him, but managed to clamp down on her irreverent tongue before the joke came out. She already knew what he thought of her humor.

“Those are the rough coordinates,” the cyborg said. “And that’s the asteroid.”

Now that Alisa could see it better, she noticed how fuzzy and degraded the image was, as if someone had taken a picture of a holodisplay of an asteroid. She experienced the first inkling that maybe he wasn’t supposed to have this information or be visiting this place. Back in that junk cave, all she had envisioned doing was dropping him off somewhere, but now she wondered if he was going to be even worse than Tommy Beck in involving her and her ship in something dangerous.

No. She wouldn’t allow that. She
would
drop him off. The asteroid spinning slowly on its axis didn’t look like the kind of place where someone could arrange a transport, but that was his problem.

The cyborg leaned toward the desk and swiped his fingers through the holodisplay, bringing up more images. “I’ve pieced together a map of the inside from various notes and snatches of conversations I heard over the years.”

“Map of the inside?” Alisa stared at him, forgetting her unease in his presence as incredulity replaced it. “You want me to fly
into
one of those holes?”

“What did you expect?”

“A space station floating around out here somewhere. Or a mining facility on the surface of an asteroid. Someplace to drop you off and get—” She stopped herself from saying
get rid of you
, though those were surely the words that had been in her mind.

His eyes closed to slits. Yes, he knew what she had almost said.

“My visit won’t take long,” he said. “The person I seek will either be there and have the answers I want, or he won’t.”

“Be there? Inside of the asteroid?”

He nodded once.

“And if he’s there, will you be staying with him?” She resisted the urge to make an innuendo. She didn’t know why sexual comments kept popping into her head. Her humor had odd timing.

“Can’t wait to get rid of me?” He leaned back against the wall, again assuming his relaxed pose with his shoulder against the wall, but his jaw was clenched, his face lean enough that she could see the muscles tightening.