The Syn-En Solution (35 page)

Brazil’s sigh echoed around the bridge. “Aye. Increasing sensor sensitivity. Range down to fifteen hundred kilometers.”

Black voids appeared in the display where the sensors had yet to reach, but the resolution increased in the visible areas. Through the WA, Bei accessed the solar system’s telemetry inside the CIC. Where was that weapons array? On the larger moon? Or perhaps, on another ship? Unlikely, all the wreckage seemed to have come from the similar trajectory and the materials composition and design were too similar. It couldn’t have been an aerial battle. The weapon had to be stationary, but what triggered it? Bei paced the bridge. “Brazil, do you have any decoys?”

“Aye, sir. Sending heat drones. Decoys away.” Seven heat signatures sprayed from the tip of the dart-like
Beagle
. They spread apart, yet close enough to register as much energy as a
Starfarer
class ship.

Penig leaned so close to the holographic drones that his hooked nose almost disturbed the image. “If the weapons batteries are heat sensitive, their systems should take the bait.”

And if they’re not… Bei didn’t want to think about it. Who knew if these aliens even had fusion engines. They could be generations beyond the technology. A blip of hope jolted him. Could the Syn-En technology be so old it didn’t register as a threat?

“We’ll be out of the fleet’s line-of-sight in twelve seconds.” Brazil tossed the update through the com. “Dropping relay beacon in three, two, one. Beacon away.”

“Roger, alpha team.” Bei rolled his shoulders, trying to ease the tension clamping down. The certainty of weapons made the thirty-four seconds when the
Beagle
s would be behind the moon and out of com range all the more harrowing. For a moment, Bei was tempted to back out telemetry and monitor
Alpha
team’s progress through the beacon. The drones had better do their job.

“Damn,” Brazil cursed. The hologram blinked off then on, as the sensor feed switched from direct to the relay beacon. “Are you receiving this?”

Bei focused on the infrared thermal imagery. Everything on the moon’s surface registered the same temp. “Still not reading any energy spikes.”

“I’m getting sonar off the hulls.” Brazil’s voice shook. “The ships were definitely shot down, Admiral. I’ve never seen anything like it. Can you confirm?”

Penig straightened and tapped on the keyboard. The sonar hologram reflected the murky image of a ship’s hull. Large bore marks pocked the sides. The titanium entry marks twisted both in and out. “Whatever tore into her sides exploded once it breached her hull.”

Damn. Bei raked his hand through his black hair. If just one of those weapons made it through the Syn-En defenses, his men would be cooked like fish in a can. “Any idea how long ago?”

Penig shook his head. “Not with this sensor data. And, this moon is much like Earth’s. There’s no appreciable decay rate for hundreds of years.”

“We’re coming round the bend.” Brazil’s voice shook with relief.

The hologram backed out of the moon’s close-up and the two moons and planet once more were projected above the helm. Seven ships appeared on the first, while another seven approached the larger moon.

“Roger Alpha. We see you on visuals.” Bei couldn’t share in the relief. If the weapons battery wasn’t on this moon, it had to be on the next. The decoys went dark.

“Orders, Admiral.”

Bei wanted to get down to the planet but preferred it be in one piece not many. If the array wasn’t on the moons, it would have to be on the planet. That would make landing tricky, if not downright impossible. “Sweep it again, Brazil. You have a go for a closer look. Lieutenant Commander Laos of Beta squadron, begin sweep of the larger moon.”

A high pitched screech blitzed the com as Laos took up bandwidth. Excitement raised the pitch of her voice. “Beta squadron moving into place.”

Bei watched the new squadron approach the bigger moon. “Launch decoy drones.”

“Decoy drones away,” Laos confirmed.

XO Pening cleared his throat. “Admiral, I think I’ve found a way to give us visuals of both missions.”

“Do it.” Bei watched the five drones light up the space in front of the second team of
Beagle
s near the large moon. “Beta, you have a go for survey of the brown moon.”

“Roger that. Descending to high lunar orbit of Mole.” Laos led her team on their course around the brown moon she’d dubbed Mole.

“Good hunting.” Bei glanced at his second-in-command, waiting for the promised split screen. Damn citizens had made everything in the system difficult to use. Did they do it on purpose, or was it a consequence of their stupid paranoia?

“Increasing visual range. Now!” Penig crowed seconds before the hologram fell dark. “No. No, that’s not supposed to happen.”

“Registering energy spike.” Laos’s words toppled over each other through the com. “One hundred meters from horizon. Starboard wing, confirm.”

“Confirmed and triangulating,” another woman answered.

Bei ground his teeth together. He did not need to have both eyes blinded just when things started to get interesting. “Penig, where are my visuals?”

Captain Petersburg scurried over to the XO’s side. Soon their mumbles spilled across the deck.

“Damn,” Laos swore. “It’s a big one.”

Bei jabbed the com button, glaring at his two senior officers as they tried to fix what was broken. “Enough to take out a ship?”

“A fleet,” the lieutenant commander whispered.

Panic sucker-punched Bei. He fell back on his training. He had fought an unseen enemy before and prevailed.

“Any weapons lock?” He enunciated despite his clenched jaw.

“Negative.” Laos’s breaths resonated like waves through the fleet. “The drones are flying free.”

“Maintain altitude and speed but prepare for evasive maneuvers.” Bei arched an eyebrow at his highest ranking officers and removed his finger from the com. “Any time now.”

A red flush stained Penig’s pale skin. “I think we got it.”

“Roger that. Prepared for evasive maneuver Delta-Omega-Gamma,” Laos repeated.

Static crackled through the com startling Bei. “Beta team check your systems. We’re getting interference.”

“Confirm interference,” Laos yelled through the noise. “Seems to be the— What the hell is that?”

The helm’s hologram burst to life in a bubble of images foaming from the top of the round table. It grew until three-dimensional space filled the bridge. Smiling, Penig sighed and craned his head to look at the rapidly forming image of the second moon.

Bei stepped through the pale, smaller moon and approached the rust-colored larger one. Eight sets of white boxes formed a band around the equator, with more sets being drawn as the sensors reached them. The energy reading blazed red hot against a blue background.

Bei’s knees shook. They had found the weapons battery. “That is ET’s ‘do not disturb’ sign. Any signs of lock-on?”

Mentally reviewing his munitions inventory, he felt his gut clench. They might not have enough firepower to take everything out. Especially since the numbers kept increasing.

“That’s a negative, but Admiral…” Laos’s words slowed as if his neural interface couldn’t process his thoughts quick enough for his speech centers. “We’re getting a faint data transmission.”

Penig nodded. “Receiving.”

The helm projected the odd symbols from the top of the brown moon to its tip. They looked oddly familiar.

“I doubt those are wingdings.” Using helm controls, Bei opened the com to Engineering. “Shang’hai?”

“Aye, Admiral,” she answered after a moment’s delay. “Some of the letters match the writing on Nell’s stasis chamber.”

“Translation?”

“I’m processing it now.” Low swearing filled the airwaves. “Darn citizens. Why do they insist everything be done manually?”

“Admiral, this is alpha team.” As a result of Commander Brazil’s interruption, the small white moon chased her large sister to the fringe of the bridge. A hunk of debris filled the space in front of Bei. He recognized a damaged hull. The scans report highlighted the damage. “Weapon’s signature on all debris register EMP residual and energy cannons. Timeline seems to be a hundred-ten years ago, give or take twenty. From the carbon spectroscopy residuals in the interior, these were carrying organic material, perhaps the humanoids. The ships were unarmed.”

Bei’s stomach bucked. They’d shot down passenger transports? Why? And why had Nell been placed in a stasis pod around the same time? What had they wanted her to do? “Alpha team rejoin the fleet. Do not approach Terra Dos.”

“Breaking off, Admiral,” Commander Brazil confirmed. “Will rendezvous with Beta squadron in T-minus one minute.”

“Beta squadron.” As soon as Bei called on the second patrol, the hologram switched focus and shunted the second moon to the fore. He felt queasy at the abrupt motion. “Report.”

“Definitely munitions batteries, Admiral,” Commander reported. “Could be what took out those ships, but I’m not registering any hostile intent.”

XO Penig rubbed his nose. “Why do they want to know what we’re selling before they shoot us for trespassing?”

Bei eyed the batteries energy signal. Still red hot, but it hadn’t moved into white for full power. What was he missing? “Shang’hai?”

“I have the translation.” She gasped. “Visual only.”

Bei faced front. “On screen. Fleetwide.”

Planet quarantined. Any attempt to land or leave will be considered a threat to the Skarpian Empire. Offending vessels and crews will be immediately terminated
.

The WA came alive with alarms. Bei winced at the screech. Immediately, his diag switched off and his cerebral interface prepared his synthetic implants for battle. On the holographic projection, the tan moon’s munitions batteries glowed white.

“ET’s locked on to me.” Laos’s voice remained calm. “They’re firing.”

Synthetically-Enhanced soldiers:

The triumph of technology over human weakness—

the better to serve our species.

Syn-En
Vade Mecum

Chapter Nineteen

Nell came instantly awake as a wave of cold water sluiced over her. Gasping for breath, she sat up on the hard seat and shook off the droplets. Air caressed her back and she reached behind her, feeling damp, bare skin. Dang it! How come every time she woke up, she was naked? Glancing down, she noted the purple spots on her body. Where had the bruises come from?

“I’m glad you didn’t make me waste another bottle rousing you.”

At the familiar masculine voice, Nell blinked while thoughts and memories whirled inside her skull. Familiar but wrong. Just like the hard bench under her and the metal walls around her. Holding her hands across her breasts and crossing her legs, she glanced up. Fear iced her veins and her heart raced at the blur of black hair, crooked nose and white even teeth surrounded by the angles and planes of his face. She knew him, yet couldn’t recall his name. “You!”

A sneer thinned his lips and his black eyes flashed in his tan face. “Don’t bother covering up. It’s not like I haven’t seen or touched it before.”

Her skin crawled at the thought. She tightened her legs, searching for the slightest stickiness or twinge to indicate he’d violated her while she’d been out, all the while looking for a weapon in the narrow room. Everything was neatly stowed away. Definitely a Syn-En ship. But what about the odd stillness and the gravity… Had they landed on a planet? How long had she been out?

The man rolled his eyes and held out his hand. “Please. I don’t have to rape you. You’ll come willingly, once we get to the temple.”

“I will not.” Nell folded her legs against her chest, wrapped her arms around her shins and set her chin on her knees. Temple-schemple. She wasn’t going anywhere with him. Beijing would come for her.

“Oh, he’ll come.” The man smirked, looming over her. “He just won’t arrive. None of those freaks will. The defense array will destroy anyone who comes near.”

She stiffened. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he could read her mind.

He knelt in front of her, cupped her bare shoulders. His fingers bit into her bruised flesh. “I can do more than read your pathetic thoughts; I can make my will yours.”

Nell batted his hands away from her.

He raised his hand as if to strike her.

Flinching, she shrank back against the cold wall.

“You’re right.” He chuckled, the noise like sandpaper against exposed nerves. “Why should I hit you when I can command your obedience?”

Her stomach rebelled at the thought. She wasn’t a robot. She was a living, breathing person complete with free will and a mind of her own. Yet doubts sprouted like toadstools after a hard rain. No, she refused to believe him. “Bite me.”

“Bite yourself.” He pinched his pointed chin between his thumb and index finger. “Your hand I think.”

“You’re nuts. I’m not…” Nell watched her hand lift. What the heck! She tried to stop it, and, for a moment, her shaking hand hovered above her knee. Sweat beaded her temple and trickled into her eyes, stinging them. How had she lost control? She wanted to blink, but couldn’t risk taking her attention from her traitorous body.

“Impressive.” He shifted slightly and ran his hands down her back until he grasped the gentle swell of her butt and pinched hard.

Pain broke her concentration. She gasped. One hand braced against the thin cushion underneath her while the other wedged the fleshy part of her hand between her teeth. She bit down. The ache from the pinch was nothing compared to the agony of her incisors sinking into her skin.

“You see,” his whisper washed down her chest, “whatever I want, you’ll do. If I want to beat you, you’ll beg me to hit you. My desires become your needs. You’ll be the perfect woman, obeying my every whim.”

Nell gagged on the sweet blood pooling in her mouth. Her anger surged. He had no right. She could fight him. She could. So why was she biting herself? F
ocus. Relax your jaw. You can do this
.

“And when I want you, you’ll open your legs, bend over or get on your knees before me.” He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back so she would look him in the eyes.