First Command (19 page)

      
He turned the sensitivity up and down to see if anything could be resolved out of the charged dust cloud.
 
He drew a blank.
 
He composed a message to Fleet Intel to provide them with his log, his suspicions, and his request for a Scout Force ship with better sensors to explore this region.
 
He had a specific ship in mind.
 
He wondered if they would believe his theory of disappearing pirates.

      
Rojo jumped up on the console and nuzzled his hand.
 
It was his way of politely reminding Alistair that he was starving.
 
Alistair left his instruments and went through the feeding ritual.
 
He was sorry he didn’t have any of Rojo’s favorite food left, but what he had would have to do.
 
“Eat up, Rojo.
 
We head to Rigel tomorrow.
 
I’ll see what local fish they have on Rigel Prime.
 
Maybe I can find you a treat.”

      
Rojo purred as he ate.

* * * * *

      
Thorson stood his sensor watch on the bridge of the pirate ship Undefeated and stared at the blank screen.
 
It wasn’t technically blank; it displayed the nearby planets and celestial bodies all right, but was devoid of any ships that might become prey for the Undefeated.
 
Thorson continued his watch, hoping some rich plunder would come their way.

      
Captain Mabry came out of her cabin and up to Thorson.
 
“Have you found me any prizes yet?”

      
Thorson looked up from the screen and said, “No, Captain, I think we’ve scared them all away.”

      
“Thorson, I pay you for your piloting ability.
 
Pilot us where there might be some choice cargo ships to plunder.
 
We are going to need credits to live on when we finally return to Barataria.
 
Come on.
 
Get lucky.”

      
Captain Mabry had inherited the Undefeated from its previous captain, after she slit his throat while making love to him.
 
It went along with her peculiar sense of humor.
 
The Undefeated was a custom-built, fast, medium cargo ship that had been fitted with bigger engines, long-range weapons, and a tractor beam.
 
It was a privateer ship of the Marauder Fleet.
 
It bore no allegiance to any state and existed only on the fringes of galactic society.
 
Some thought it romantic, but Thorson knew the punishment for piracy was spacing.
 
He saw a sudden cold end to his future if he were caught and cast out into the vacuum.
 
He had seen explosive decompression before and it was not something to be dismissed lightly.

      
He piloted the ship along the edges of the A-1571 asteroid field, in hopes of finding a hapless freighter or other likely victim.
 
Tim, the sensor/weapon operator, scanned the surrounding space for any approaching ships.
 
It was not unusual for the local military to randomly patrol the empty reaches of space, to forestall exactly what the Undefeated was waiting amongst the rocks to do.

      
They waited three days at the edge of the asteroid field, looking for likely targets.
 
They saw large, slow ore carriers, well-escorted express freighters, and pre-fabricated asteroid mining facilities pulled by space tugs.
 
None of those were of any interest.

      
The ore carriers carried bulk ores that were of no worth to the Undefeated.
 
The escorted freighters probably carried high value cargo, but their escorts were too strong for the pirates’ weapons and shields.
 
The mining stations were just too big to move if captured; besides, they were mostly just machinery and living quarters for asteroid miners and of no real marketable value.

      
They needed a big fast container freighter trying to make the run solo.
 
Freighters sometimes did that, counting on their speed to carry them through the danger.
 
It was only another day before he got an indication of likely prey entering sensor range.

      
Thorson called the captain to the bridge and they watched as a faint blip resolved into an Andelian Free State registered mid-sized long-range transport.
 
It was one of the new Galaxy model executive transports, on which corporate executives and tri-vid stars liked to scoot about in space.
 
It was designed more for show than for the realities of space travel.
 
It featured large gaudy fins and winglets totally unsuited for space or atmospheric travel, but it was the latest style.

      
The Undefeated was less fashionable, but faster and unlike the transport, was armed.
 
As they passed, the captain ordered a shot across her bow and sent a demand for surrender.
 
The passenger transport quickly slowed to below FTL, yawed in space, faced away from the direction of movement, and fired thrusters to bring her to a halt.
 
Undefeated closed on her and the Captain ordered the boarding squad to stand by.

      
The captain of the luxury transport offered his unconditional surrender.
 
Captain Mabry ordered the Undefeated to dock with the ship and sent the boarding party over to secure it.
 
Within minutes, the Ascetic boarding party was signaling all secure and five prisoners to bring aboard.

      
The sensor/weapons operator activated the tractor beam and the two ships moved together deep into the asteroid field.
 
Thorson left the S/W operator to keep a watch, and then joined the captain as she inspected the captured ship.

      
He followed behind the captain with weapon drawn, as they entered the prize.

      
Captain Mabry sneered and said, “Well, Thorson, what do you think of her?”

      
He looked around and saw the opulence of the furnishings.
 
The airlock was stainless steel.
 
The passageways were lined with real wood, which was something pretty rare in space due to the prohibitive cost.
 
He looked in one of the cabins and saw gold fixtures and real cloth bedding.
 
There were some credits invested in this ship.

      
Thorson chuckled, smiled, and replied, “Captain, this is a good haul.
 
This is a very good haul.”

      
They made their way to the bridge and met the captain/pilot and co-pilot.
 
The captain was a typical shuttle pilot.
 
He was all braid and no fortitude – his uniform was highly decorative and wildly impractical.
 
No wonder he had surrendered so quickly.
 
The co-pilot was almost a carbon copy, just shorter and less in shape.

      
Captain Mabry asked, “What is your cargo and what was your destination, Captain?”

      
Sweat trickled down luxury transport captain’s forehead.
 
The smell of fear permeated the air.
 
He stuttered, answering quickly, obviously nervous, “I have Mrs. Ellen Debran and her two daughters, plus their personal baggage.
 
That’s all.
 
They’re in the main salon with your guards.
 
We were headed to Rigel Station.”

      
Captain Mabry motioned for Thorson to follow her.
 
She left an Ascetic to guard the two pilots.
 
Thorson followed her back down the hallway and turned right into the main salon, where two Ascetics guarded the women.

      
Mrs. Debran was a statuesque woman in her mid to late forties.
 
She had long brown hair, dark brown eyes and a nice shape.
 
She carried herself in an erect, patrician manner.
 
She was a very attractive woman, wearing a gold silk lounging outfit.

      
Her daughters were younger versions of their mother.
 
They carried themselves in a reasonable approximation of their mother’s posture.
 
The captain and Thorson looked on these women with equal interest, for the credits they must be worth.

      
The older daughter was approximately 25, with dark brown shoulder length hair.
 
She wore a rainbow-patterned dress that fit tight across the bust and hips.
 
Sandals adorned her feet.
 
The younger daughter was probably 20.
 
She had hazel eyes and the family’s brown hair.
 
She wore a short white shirtdress, which was tight in all the right places.

      
Captain Mabry said, “You’re on a vessel in an embargoed area.
 
You’ve been taken prisoner by a vessel of the Marauder Fleet.
 
If you cooperate and offer no resistance, you will be returned to your family as soon as possible.
 
If you cause us problems, you will spend a much more uncomfortable passage.
 
Do you understand me?”

      
The older woman said, “I am Julia Debran.
 
These are my daughters, Christine and Sylvia.
 
We’ll give you no trouble.
 
I ask that you not harm my daughters or me.
 
We’re very wealthy and our family will pay a generous ransom to get us back alive and unharmed.”

      
The Captain smiled wickedly and said, “You will not be harmed if you cooperate fully with us.
 
Stay here.
 
An officer will be here soon to take charge of you.
 
You will be transported to our nearest base on this ship.
 
Your repatriation will be arranged there.”

      
Captain Mabry motioned Thorson to follow her out of the salon.
 
A guard positioned himself in the doorway as they left.

      
“Thorson, I want you to take charge of this ship and get it to Barataria unharmed.
 
Our take for this prize will be better than 100,000 credits for the ship, plus whatever the ladies fetch.
 
If their family won’t buy them, we can find lots of useful things for them to do.
 
I’ll take the two pilots with me and leave you with three Ascetics.
 
We’ll follow some distance behind you.
 
Maybe we’ll get lucky and find another ship along the way.”

      
Thorson went to his cabin and packed a minimum of gear for the two-week trip.
 
The luxury transport could probably provide him with anything else he’d need.
 
He checked with the Captain, before departing to take command of the prize crew.
 
She had nothing more for him.
 
He held at the airlock as the two pilots and the majority of the boarding party left.
 
The Ascetic Deacon, Third Class met him at the airlock and reported.

      
“Sir, we have searched and scanned the ship.
 
There are no weapons on board, except ours.
 
The three women, you, and my team are all that are on board.
 
The ship is provisioned for over a month.
 
With your permission, we will berth in the co-pilot’s cabin.
 
It has two beds.
 
I recommend you take the captain’s cabin.
 
It’s quite spacious and outfitted with a master computer terminal and comms.”

      
“The three women are in cabins off the main salon.
 
One of us will guard the entrance to the salon at all times.
 
There is no other entrance.
 
We will keep them in the salon and their rooms unless you authorize otherwise.”

      
Thorson was impressed with the young deacon’s professionalism.
 
He approved his recommendations and moved his gear into the captain’s cabin.
 
He looked around for a few minutes, and then moved to the bridge.

      
Thorson fired up the main command console and called the Undefeated to check comms.
 
He got a good comms check and continued to familiarize himself with the controls.
 
Everything was automated, so he would have no trouble piloting the ship to Barataria.

      
He spent a few minutes locking out all ship’s controls, external view, and comms from every ship’s terminal except the one on the bridge and one in his cabin, and set a voice imprint pass code into the system for the deacon and himself.
 
He cued up the ship’s internal monitor system and verified all heat sources on the ship.
 
The deacon was correct.
 
All life signs were accounted for on the ship.
 
No weapons were on board, with the exception of some knives in the galley.