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Metanoia Complete PDF
Metanoia Complete PDF
By W. Payne Sillavan
CHAPTER ONE
with the speed, he brought the blade to the corners of the vent. It slid
through the metal easily, cutting through as if it were paper. Quietly, he
lifted the now free cover up and placed it gingerly behind him.
Glancing quickly out the hole, he gently lowered himself down
and dropped to the ground with an almost inaudible thud. Without
wasting a moment, Beau began to make his way toward his target
location. The hallway was nicely furnished. Dim lights filled the circular
shape of the hall, softly lighting up deep crimson metal walls matched
with a thick velvety black carpet.
Low visibility and a cushion for his boots; it was as if they designed
the Embassy for assassinations, Beau noted to himself. Although, the
hallway was almost a straight shot, there was just a little bit of risk of
being spotted. A slight twang of irritation flicked through his head at
the fact.
Continuing down, keeping close to the edge of the walls, he finally
came to a sharp turn. Glancing back down the way he came. All clear.
Bracing himself against the wall, he quickly turned into the next
hallway.
And came face to face with a very surprised Demur Royal Guard.
The Guard seemed to freeze; his pale blue body was exposed in Demur
tradition, save for the black veil that covered the species face and
shoulders. Behind the visor of Beaus helm, the HUD flashed up red in
warning of the guards plasma rifle, information flaring up as the barrel
began to rise.
Before the guard could make even bring the rifle up to bear, Beau
pulled his short sword from the harness on the small of his back, the
blade unfolding with a series of clicks. Driving it quickly through the
neck of the Demur, he severed his vocal chords, ending any sound
before it passed his lips. Rich red blood spilled down, covering his exotic
skin as a pathetic, mangled gargle shuddered through the fabric of the
thin veil. The Demur dropped his rifle, which landed with a dull thud on
the plush carpet. His blue fingers reached for his wounded throat, wet
gasps sputtering from his hidden mouth. Beau brought his sword up,
driving it through the center of the aliens skull with a step of
momentum forward.
Bracing the guard against himself, he eased the dead guard to the
floor, pulling his blade from his skull, wiping it clean on the Demurs veil
before collapsing the sword. Quickly and silently, he began to drag the
body towards a nearby door. Luckily the closest door wasnt locked,
only a simple pad required to open it. He hoisted the guards corpse
inside what appeared to be an office space. Beau noticed that there
were several items on the desk and adorning the shelves. Scowling
behind his visor, he scanned the room for a place to stow the corpse.
Spotting a floor vent, he dragged his burden across the floor, the blood
invisible against the dark carpet. Beau disposed of the guard, cursing
silently to himself at the inconvenience of hiding a body. The deed
done, he slid back into the hallway, ejecting the knife on his wrist. With
a quick and cut slice he severed the control panel to the door. It would
take a mechanic to unlock it now. Even after they get the door open
later, the stench of death wouldnt be noticed till hours had passed
after the job.
He stopped just before the turn, leaning lightly against the wall. Risking
a quick glance, Beau stuck his head out to check the guards exact
position. As luck would have it, the Demur guard had his back to Beau,
only a few feet away. Muscles tensing in anticipation for action, he
readied himself for confrontation.
Drawing his weapon in a quick, seamless motion, Beau stepped
from around the corner. Clicking to its full extension, the clinks caused
the guard to turn, the black fabric twirling. Thrusting up, the sword met
the Demur just under the jaw, exiting cleanly through the top of his
head with a gentle spray of blood.
The Demur died without as much as a whimper.
Wrenching the blade out, Beau lowered the guard, getting a grip
around its torso. Delicately dragging the guard, Beau backtracked and
stowed the body with the other inside the office.
Yeah, Beau thought looking down at the pair as he wiped blood
from his armor, this going to ruin someones day.
Leaving the office space behind, the bounty hunter abandoned
any sense of stealth, jogging down the hall. Confident with his sensors
readings, he was left to make as much noise in the empty halls. It didnt
take long to reach his destination, however the setbacks left him
agitated regardless.
A T-shaped junction split the halls, the lifts to the high security
floors to the left, conference rooms to the right. In the middle, the
perfect accident waited.
It was small, barely worth notice, countless more like it aligning
the buildings halls, proving more useful today that it ever has in Beaus
life: an air vent.
He knelt down, pulling the grate off and setting it before him.
Reaching for his belt, he pulled off a brick of military grade explosives.
Punching in a sequence of buttons on a little electronic pad on the
explosive, Beau gently placed it into the air vent. Carefully holding the
grate back in place, he began to rub adhesive on the areas where he
had cut.
Standing up, he gave the grate a slight nudge with his boot to
make sure that it was once again intact. It held firm, much to Beaus
satisfaction. Turning to walk the wall leading to the high security floors,
he reached into a one of several pouch strapped his thigh. Delicately,
he pulled out a micro camera and gently put it on the wall. With the
camera mounted, Beau activated his holopad to make miniscule
adjustments to the lens positioning, aiming it directly at the vent.
With everything in place, he once again brought up the buildings
schematics. Quickly shuffling through the floor plans of the embassy,
Beau finally came across the room he was searching for. Highlighting his
destination with a swipe of a finger, the mini map in his HUD lit up,
marking out directions.
In a blur of motion, Cide brought the gun level with the drivers
head. A pathetic squeal rose up from the smugglers throat before it
was quickly silenced by one quick shot as Cide pulled the trigger.
Unload a few more into him, better safe than sorry, Beau told
the droid.
The only response was a series of erratic bangs and the hollow
sound of shells landing on the ground.
What of the cargo, sir? the droid asked?
The bounty hunter stood there, considering the options. Walking
back toward the grisly scene, Beau tapped the cargo door with a
knuckle thoughtfully. There wasnt any need to be weighed down with
pointless materials; however whatever the driver had been hauling
might have been useful.
Well, lets take a look at it shall we? he said to the droid, pulling
the loading door open.
Together, the Beau and Cide hefted an unwieldy crate, straining
under the weight of the hard plastic container. Dropping it with a grunt,
Beau knelt down beside it, working his fingers around the metal clasps
holding the lid. Heaving the lid off, what was inside the crate caught
Beau off guard.
slender hands. Beau kept watching, checking that the alien didnt
become violent and turn the small gift on its previous owners.
To his relief, the Bleen simply walked away, most likely to trade it
for food or drugs, but more importantly, putting distance between
Beau and the only evidence connecting himself to the dead driver.
Looking skyward as he walked, his eyes glazed past the looming
buildings toward the brightening sky as the Demur night drew to a
close. Shades of pink began to inch its way across the sky, almost
hidden by the monumental towers.
It wouldnt be too long before the rigged building started to fill
up.
Cide, ETA on our pickup? Beau turned to ask his droid.
Eleven minutes, eighteen seconds, in human standard time.
Beau sighed and began to idly eject and retract the slender blade
hidden in his cuff of his armor.
Shiink, shuck.
Cides head turned slightly toward the human as he fiddled with
the weapon, fixing Beau with an amber stare.
Shiink, shuck.
landing hatch opening slightly over the ground, the ramp extending to
meet the duo.
Jumping on to the ships landing platform, Beau reached down
and helped Cide up with a heave, the droids metallic joints unable to
do so on their own. Together they walked into their home, inviting blue
lights greeting them as they entered. Closing with a hiss behind them,
droid and bounty hunter walked through the comfortable hallway, past
the twelve rooms the circular ship contained. Yellow lines trimmed a
scuffed white floor, mirrored by a similar ceiling and walls. Orbs of light,
fixated evenly into the Rabbit Holes ceiling, radiated a gentle blue,
emitting a sense of ease to the core of Beaus being.
The walkway itself was part of the inner ring of the Rabbit Hole,
the counterclockwise path from the landing ramp leading through
storage, the medical and systems stations, as well as Cides room,
where the droid recharged and maintained itself.
Reaching the cockpit, they were greeted by a respectful bow by a
young Daros girl, her stark white skin bright in contrast to her long and
messy green hair. Small antlers peeked out from her head, supporting a
jeweled broach on a gold chain that rested on her forehead. As she
straightened up, a cowlick of hair on the back of her head bobbed.
With a ruffle of her black robes and a sparkle in her emerald green
eyes, she glided over to give Cide a hug, her horns clanging against his
dull silver chest, turning her head to Beau.
the table, her green hair short, revealing more of her tender, bruised
face. Beaus insides twisted in an angry fury, but he controlled his
impulse to lash out. It was neither his business, nor worth answering to
the Demur authorities about scuffed up Bleen nobles.
Scanning over the crowd once again, Beau intentionally avoided
turning his gaze back to the beaten Daros girl. Instead the bounty
hunter focused on taking in the sight marvelous atmosphere, the
various patrons scattered throughout the glamorous establishment,
living out their dull, wealthy existence. Some even accompanied by
Daros girls, their green hair standing out amongst an already colorful
crowd. To his distaste, Beau couldnt help but notice that some wore
leashes.
Any thought of eating twisted itself out of his stomach at the
sight.
Leading the group past a few dozen tables, the Demur waitress
halted in front of the private dining booths lining the walls. She slid one
of the doors open, revealing a cozy room with a single table jutting
from the wall, the cushioned booths leaning against the close walls. A
single golden orb floated above the room, casting its dim glow that
reflected slightly on a single large window overlooking Infinite City.
Sliding into the lavishly upholstered seats, Ginnas black robes
rustled against the rich red fabric. Cide followed, clunking in beside her.
Beau thanked the red skinned alien, closing the private door behind
him. As the group settled, a holographic menu flashed up, displaying
Beau waited for the beverage section of the holo to circle by,
randomly pushing his finger into a picture of a drink with an
incomprehensible name.
Do you want to anything? Ginna asked, turning her head to
Cide.
Humorous, came Cides reply.
Giggling mischievously to herself, Ginna leaned back against the
droids arm, her small brown antlers clicking against the stock still
droids scored metal arm.
After a few minutes of peaceful silence, a blue skinned Demur
male knocked on their door. Cide slid it open, allowing the alien to
enter. The Demur held a tray, which he placed on the table with a bow.
Without a word, the blue alien left them to their meal, closing the door
behind him.
With absolute privacy, Beau finally relaxed. He brought his hands
to his helmet, and with a click, raised it off his head. Blinking his brown
eyes against the sudden change of light, he ran a gloved hand over the
light brown, sweat speckled skin of his shaved head. As the spiced air
hit his crooked nose, Beau rubbed his gaunt face, helping it adjust to
the sudden change in the stiff air.
Finally showing your face? Ginna said, smirking up at him as she
reached for her food.
Nothing, please just eat, Beau said, looking down from the
sickening sight.
Does this bother you? she said, her voiced muffled through the
mouthful of the nauseating food as she slurped them past her sharp
teeth.
She giggled as she swallowed her mouthful and reached for
Beaus drink.
So are you going to finish the deed? Ginna asked after taking a
long gulp from the purple liquid.
Beau nodded, turning his holopad on to checking the time.
I suppose it is time, yes, he said, with a glance out the window
toward the Embassy.
Scrolling through the holopads many menus, Beau brought up
the video feed of the camera he had hidden. Sliding that screen to the
side, he continued until he reached a nameless program file, only
identified by a series of randomized numbers. Activating the file, Beau
turned on his communications and zeroed in on the comm piece he had
left behind at the Embassy.
Clearing his throat, Beau spoke slowly and clearly, Prime Minister
Vonlen to Conference Theater 146 for the meeting of Bleen Genetic
Rights, please.
Carefully easing the ship away from the building, Beau set the
auto pilot it a straight vertical climb. With traffic no longer flowing
through the sector, the Rabbit Hole easily reached the upper
atmosphere with no threat of catastrophic collisions as they recklessly
flew up.
As the pink sky faded into starry darkness, Beau leaned back into
his chair, easing into the white padding with a faint sigh.
Turning to Cide, he muttered, Set a hyper point for Ovroc
Station.
Cides compliance echoed hollowly after Beau as the bounty
hunter exited the cockpit, walking down the counterclockwise corridor.
The weight of the day had already settled in, the time spent awake
barely even registering five Demur hours. His own mind fighting against
him wasnt doing much good to the bounty hunter either, the voices
whispering and screaming, adding more weight to the wool blanket of
weariness draping around his shoulders.
Reaching the door to his personal quarters, he punched the code
on to an electronic pad mounted on the wall. As the door twisted open
from the middle, Beau stepped through the threshold into pale white
light.
He stood in the small room, rolling his neck, series of cracks and
pops sneaking through the thick black fabric under his armor. A small
white bed jutted out from the wall, mirrored by in-wall-shelves holding
old Earth novels. One small desk rested within the wall, able to pull out
if it was ever needed. A small closet sat in the corner, slightly ajar, the
stand for his armor hidden behind the blank door.
Sitting on the bed, Beau pulled his helmet off and began to roll his
neck. After loosening up, the bounty hunter began to remove his
armor, the hiss and crack of the micro hydraulics holding his armor
intact resonating through the air. Taking the last of his armor off, he
stood and stretched, his body covered in a tight black jumpsuit, the
dark flexible cloth straining against his muscles. Placing his hands to the
sides of his head, Beau twisted his back, a satisfying crackle coming
from his tired bones.
Loosened up and somewhat relaxed, Beau placed his brown
armor on the stand. After a quick change into comfortable plain white
attire, the bounty hunter left his quarters to continue the walk
counterclockwise to enter the ships mess hall. The makeshift room
owned a single table, the wall between the mess hall and food storage
removed to give direct access to the supple store. A long counter set up
for preparing meals had been placed in the middle, still giving clear
definition of separate spaces.
Predictably, Ginna was sitting at the table, scarfing down a pile of
gelatinous meat substitute, maintaining her incredible Daros
metabolism. The red chucky jelly jiggled as Ginna tore into it
ravenously, bits of the goop smeared on across her face.
shades of blues and whites swirling and colliding with each other in an
atomic dance.
Sir, permission to power down for maintenance and recharge?
Cide asked, his head swiveling from the cockpits view port.
Beau glanced at the painted face of the droid, seeing the dimming
of its lights.
Of course, I can take it from here.
Cide stood rigidly, gears churning and metal grinding as the droid
clomped down to the maintenance bay.
Beau left to take a quick trip to his quarters, programming the
armor stand to hover along behind as well as grabbing his retractable
sword and a repair kit. Stopping short of walking back to the pilots
seat, the man teetered with a foot out his door before he turned and
grabbed a random book from the shelves.
Returning to the cockpit Beau dropped the book on the floor next
to his pilots seat, spreading the repair kit on the copilots chair. He
pulled his helmet off of the floating stand and began cleaning and
recalibrating the intricate circuitry. Piece by piece he toiled, his brow
crinkled in intense concentration as the voices and dark thoughts ebbed
from his mind.
His armor freshly cleaned, his sword checked over and sharpened,
Beau rested his head back in his seat, his mind finally once again at
peace. Relaxation flowed through his body as if released from a flood
gate, his arms sliding over the sides of the chair, the sword still clutched
in his hand grating against the metal floor.
Lazily extending the blade of his sword, the hunter snagged the
book he had left alone on the barren floor. Dragging it carefully across
the floor, he brought it within reach, stooping to pick it up. Dusting off
the cover, the corner of his mouth flickered, the old and bent cover
comfortable in his hands.
Perching himself in a more adequate position, he spent the next
few hours in serenity. Lost inside the pages of the book, he hardly
noticed the door of the cockpit slide open, only looking up at the rustle
of robes breaking the delicate threads of silence. Looking into her eyes
as she glided forward, he saw her eyes looked dry, redness biting
around the edges, as if she recently wept.
The Daros girl stood behind his chair, wrapping her slender arms
around the head piece, leaning against the seat.
What are you reading? she asked softly.
A story of tripod machines destroying mankind, Beau said
shutting his book, It was famous on Earth for causing panic after being
read over a radio.
flashing red numbers caught his eye; the countdown to Ovroc Station
was mere minutes until reaching zero.
Standing with a grunt, Beau sent the stand to return to his closet.
Ginna looked up at the sudden movement, her round eyes flicking to
the armor floating by.
Are we almost there? she asked.
About four minutes.
Want me to go turn on Cide?
Beau considered it before shaking his head.
I dont think well need him, it wont hurt to leave him here.
Alright, she said, standing from the floor, here you go.
Extending an arm she presented the book back, but Beau shook
his head.
Ive read that thing a hundred times, go head and keep it for
now, he said with a small smile.
Ginna looked down at the book in her hands before suddenly
flinging herself around his waist.
gouges from previous tests. He marveled at the fact he had only treated
the knife twice for repairs, the incredibly rare alloy mined for military
use on the Kana home world. It was forged for the military, until Beau
nicked it on a petty assassination for some angry home bound wife.
Kana birdbrains never were the type for romance anyway, Beau
mused to himself.
Beau braced himself against the wall as the Rabbit Hole shook,
dropping out of the hyper jump, the engines dying down to leave the
ship drifting through the void. Firing up the holopad on his bracer, Beau
programmed the autopilot remotely, sending the ship directly for Ovroc
Station. Through a view port, the station was clearly visible, the massive
spherical structure housing countless life forms, orbiting the gas giant
planet of Rin, the swirling purple clouds mixing with vibrant violet and
vicious blues.
The station itself shone brightly, light reflecting from the systems
distant star dazzling the metal surface. Hundreds of thousands of
yellow lights sparkled on across Ovroc, behind which life bustled and
thrived, crime and diplomacy, love and violence all thriving off one
another in the humble artificial world.
As the Rabbit Hole drew closer, the ship was hailed by Ovroc, a
docking agent patching through to Beaus personal comm system.
Welcome to Ovroc Station, name of vessel and serial
numbering, a bored voice droned.
lower they dropped. After a few minutes, the Rabbit Hole reached
3850CH, magnetic clamps extending from the ships air lock, securing
itself in place as the two airlocks connected.
Beau entered his ships airlock to join Ginna, standing by her side
as a soothing female voice chimed through the airlock.
Please wait while the pressure is reset, the voice said cheerfully.
Air vented in and out with a hiss, bringing the pressure up to
Ovroc Stations. After a few silent seconds save for the workings of the
air, the airlock finally opened to reveal a short hall way, the white floor
and walls scuffed by hundreds of past footsteps. A thin layer of dirt
lined the bottom section of the rounded walls, light shining down from
yellow lights, some even flickering.
Beau sighed, irritated over the fact that they had been sent to
such a grungy docking port. Together the two walked down the dirty
hallway, turning the corner before almost running head long into
another pilot.
The man staggered back, avoiding the collision, his thin form
clothed in a somewhat loose, blue jumpsuit trimmed with light gray
padding. His upper chest was armored in a dark gray piece of metal, the
armor thick on his right shoulder. A long energy rifle was strapped
across his back, gloved hands clutching at the dark brown strap across
his chest. His face was masked in a plain form fitting metal, glowing
white eyespots shimmering at the two from under a blue hood.
language. A small plugged wire ejected from a slot, requesting for the
docking information and fee. Beau plugged his holopad into the
terminal and made the payment after entering the required
information.
Their business done in the stifling lobby, Beau led Ginna further
into the space station.
Where are we going? she said, raising her voice over the din of
noise.
To get some drinks and resupply, he replied, his voice not quite
cutting through the thunderous chatter.
Ginna pointed at her ear and shook her head, a puzzled look on
her face. He made a drinking motion with his hand to convey the
message, understanding dawning on her delicate features.
Can we eat too? she asked loudly.
Beau nodded, not bothering speaking until they had entered a
calmer atmosphere. Exiting the enormous lobby, they entered one of
the several hundred plazas aboard Ovroc, the door sealing behind
them, cutting them off from the chaos of the lobby. Colorful lights
advertising goods lit up the plaza, the neon colors lighting the area
more effectively than the dingy yellow lights which barely functioned
high above them.
You look like a man who can handle himself, my friend, the Gaff
said, his voice surprisingly smooth and articulate.
What do you want? Beau asked.
Oh, I just have a proposition for capable folk, if you know what I
mean, the Gaff answered.
Beau sighed, not quite eager for another job so soon.
Who do you want dead? he said, agitation creeping into his
throat.
You have me all wrong friend, I represent certain, shall we say,
persons of great power, if you catch my drift, no need for anyone to
die, the alien said, grinning widely.
Thatd be a nice change of pace, dont you think? Ginna asked
Beau, pausing from ravaging her food.
The Gaffs face dropped, his sickening smile falling into a scowl.
I dont think I was asking you, slave, the Gaff growled.
Before the alien could react, Beau had him by the throat, lifting
the scrawny Gaff into the air and slamming him down on to the
counter.
What did you say to her? Beau whispered, voice crackling, his
helmet inches from the Gaffs face.
The bar had fallen into silence, all eyes on them, though none
bothered to intervene.
Shock was plastered on the aliens face, his bright orange eyes
shifting left and right nervously, unable to look into at Beaus face to
properly assess how much trouble he had gotten into.
N-now look here friend, she is just a little who- he stammered,
sweat beginning to form on his greasy forehead.
Before he could finish his sentence, Beau ejected the hidden
knife, the blade stopping just short of slicing through the Gaffs eye.
WHOA, whoa whoa, Im sorry, friend! Im sorry! he exclaimed,
writhing in Beaus grip.
I dont think hes very eager to be friends at this point, someone
in the crowd shouted with a hint of amusement.
Look, how about this, Im sorry, Ill cover your tab, you hear me
out, please, Im sorry, Ill buy you a drink, he sputtered, smiling weakly.
Look at her when you say it, Beau said, his voice barely audible,
the blade edging closer to the glassy eye of the alien.
How about some for the little lady? Richard asked smiling,
swirling the alcohol in the bottle.
Can I? Ginna asked, excitement leaking into her eyes.
Hesitating momentarily, Beau ran a hand over his head and
answered, I suppose one wouldnt hurt.
Ginna grinned widely as a smaller glass was poured for her.
Raising it to her lips, she took an apprehensive sip.
Hows it taste? Beau said, drinking from his own glass.
Ginna crinkled her nose, smacking her lips in disgust.
It tastes funny, she said, her eyes fluttering delicately.
Taking another sip, Beau noticed something off with the flavor,
something under laying the burn of alcohol. As Ginna slumped forward
slightly with a soft thump, Beau realized what the odd taste was.
Panic welled in his chest as his vision began to blur. Grappling
with his sword, Beau felt numbness shoot through his limbs.
You bastard, Beau tried to scream, but he was sure all he
managed was a meek, slurred mumble.
well as a Bleen nursing a rifle in the crook of its arm with a long red
scarf wrapped around the lower half of its face. Much to Beaus
surprise, the man they bumped into at the docking bay was at the table
as well. Across from him was a human female, her wavy red hair hiding
her features. Along with the captives were two Kana soldiers standing
in rigid attention, both in full silvery armor, their feathered faces
hidden behind cone shaped helmets with luminescent orange
faceplates.
One nudged the other, and pointed directly at Beau.
Hold still, a voice said close to his ear.
A sharp pain shot through his neck as a needle pierced the fabric
protecting his neck. With the needle now pulled out, Beau twisted his
head to see another human female, bald and heavily altered from with
drastic surgeries, standing over him. She looked almost like a bird, her
brown skin stretching over beak that didnt look right on her face.
Artificial feathers rose in a tuft from her forehead, a dazzling array of
blues and white.
Placing the needle in one of the pockets of her light blue lab coat,
what might have been a smile stretched uncomfortably across her face.
You shouldnt be awake yet young man, she tutted, her voice
flitting to in a way that matched her appearance. He wondered if the
infliction was an alteration as well, or simply just practice.
I think a good starting point would be why the hell you abducted
us and blew someones head off, Beau finally said.
This mission is extremely sensitive. We had to be sure that we
had complete control over our tools, next! the mutant doctor replied,
dismissing any further words from Beau.
Ill kill you first, Beau seethed to himself.
What is job, exactly? the Bleen hissed quietly, voice grating
from behind its scarf.
A weapons research station under our funding, Kaskurst, has
been missing for two standard months, we believed it had been found
and destroyed by those who oppose the Kana Empire. However, a
group of scouts fortunately discovered its current location over the
uninhabited planet Lashada. We lost contact with the scout team
shortly after communications had been established onboard the
station.
So you want us to find the station? Beau asked.
That is secondary, the General said, on the station is a vital
asset to our war effort, a scientist by the name of Dr. Hanson along
with his research. You are to locate and return the doctor, if he is
indisposed, retrieve his work.
How did you get lucky enough to get roped into this if youve had
no experience? Didnt the bird brain say we got picked from our
docking info?
I-Im docked under m-my fathers ship, he said.
Why did you get picked? Beau asked.
I-I guess they think I-Im him, his voice trailed off.
Where is your father then? Ginna asked.
He died on a job, the boy said.
Pen sighed walking over to the poor kid, the long duster scrapping
softly across the floor.
Whats your name son? he asked, placing a hand on his
shoulder.
Quint, he replied softly.
Well Quint, it looks like we are all stuck in a rotten situation,
Pen said, pulling one of two pistols from his belt, we are hunters, and
we arent going to let some beak faced freaks control us. Are we?
Pen handed the pistol over to Quint. He stared at the gun in his
hand before nodding.
Is that all? Beau said, hope welling up in his chest that the
warship was an idle bluff.
Negative, scans show a solitary military-class Kana cruiser
orbiting the station. Further scanning revealed weapons are primed and
aimed at Ovroc life supports, as well as other major station facilities.
Elaborate? What have you gotten us into this time?
Long story, just stay put and guard the ship, our bird brain
friends want us to do an errand for them, Beau said.
It isnt about that little toy in your arm? Cide asked.
No, I think they still believe that the only sample was destroyed
when I blew up the mining facility, Beau replied.
You always have had a touch for subtly, sir, Cide said, his
sarcasm evident even through his tinny voice.
Its my specialty. Well be back.
Yes sir. Signing off, his droid replied.
Feeling deflated, Beau let out a sigh, turning his head to his young
Daros companion. Running a hand through her hair, anxiety replaced
his crushed hope.
What? Ginna asked, peeking out from under his hand.
poured from the wounds on its neck as one of the creatures arms
reach backward, claw like hand inches from Beaus face.
This is taking forever, a soft voice sighed.
Snapping back into reality, Beau twisted his head to the voice.
Ginna leaned against him, looking up into the emotionless face plate.
Beau shivered under his armor, nodding in reply. Glancing back up, he
returned his view to the Bleen, standing perfectly unharmed.
It is taking a while for the pressure adjustments, isnt? came a
reply, but Beau couldnt pin the voice through the fading fog of his
mind.
As reality settled and his sanity returned, the devilish voices in his
mind subsided, leaving the hardened man sweating in shock. With a
sudden motion, Beau brought his hands up to his helm, desperately
pulling it off.
Whoa, are you ok? Ginna asked, startled by his sudden flurry of
movement.
Tugging the brown helmet off, Beau ran his gloved hand over his
head.
Yeah, just needed some fresh air, Beau replied, keeping his
voice level.
Looks like you need it, youre sweating like a Daros in a buffet,
Pen said with a chuckle.
The Kanas behind them chirped slightly in amusement at the jest,
even Quint raising a hand to his blank face plate with a snicker. Ginna
stuck her pointed tongue out rudely at the older man, who only
chuckled even more. Smiling slightly, Beau leaned against the cold
white wall, unwinding from the chilling hallucination.
Returning her attention to Beau, Ginna leaned against the brown
chest plate, looking up into his dark eyes.
Are you ok? Ginna asked, her features brimming with concern.
Im fine, just felt cooped up in there is all, he replied, might
feel better if I had a drink or something.
Oh shut up, I said I was sorry, the Daros girl pouted.
Beau smiled down at his young friend, nudging her with his knee.
Before Ginna could retaliate, the doors to the transport slide open with
a grind, revealing a rectangular seating section and small store room.
The doors where leading through were open, showing a cockpit just
through the store room.
Pen whistled softly, saying, Small little bugger isnt it, wonder
why it took so long to get it properly pressurized?
I think I wear it better than Beau, her response came, her voice
muffled.
Ah, so your name is Beau? Finally got your name, eh? Pen said.
Introductions must have slipped my mind, Beau said with a
shrug of indifference.
Yes, he does struggle with basic manners, Ginna said, her tone
smug.
Beau flicked the helmet, bouncing it off her face, brilliant blue
light glared off the metal as the jump threw the ship through space.
As if youre any better with manners, Beau said.
Punching his arm lightly, Ginna peeked out from under the
helmet.
Im Ginna, glad to meet you, she said, her thin lips pulling into a
sweet smile.
The pleasure is all mine, Pen said, bowing his head, now if only
we could get our Bleen friend to be more sociable.
Collectively they turned toward the snoozing Bleen, watching
briefly as it slept in a vertical fetal position, rifle gingerly held in its
arms.
N-not to sound like a b-bigot, but dont they all kind of look the
same? Quint asked.
You are basically right, they are all almost the same, Beau said.
How is that p-possible? Quint inquired.
Well, you see, Pen started, a few centuries ago, the entirety of
the Bleen race was almost wiped out by a catastrophic plague. Millions
of their species died every day, their world turning into graveyard. To
preserve their race, what few remained created a super Bleen, if you
will. A specimen what held the best traits, and cloned them on a
massive scale. At this point, I believe there were only around a hundred
of the so called first generation Bleen. They went extinct, leaving the
clones to reproduce. The only problem was they couldnt, the Bleen
children that came from the clones had horrific genetic mutations.
Because of this, reproductive organs were removed from the Bleen
genome, as well as any waste organs. The only solution to create more
Bleen was to continue the cloning process as best as they could.
Oh, Quint muttered, glancing at the Bleen from under his hood
with his electronic eyes.
Ah, I wouldnt worry about it kid, Beau said, no use feeling
sorry for what cant be undone.
I suppose, the young man replied, a hint of pity in his voice.
came with in mere inches of the licking flames. The ringing in his ears
had become almost unbearable, sounding more like an inhuman
scream.
Beau was transfixed, unable to move, however he felt no fear.
The scream was familiar, almost comforting, his subconscious
bewildered at the thought that there was no need for panic.
Feeling beads of sweat form and run down into his eyes, his vision
began to blur. Within the hellfire Beau thought he could see a figure,
taller than any being he had seen. Struggling to blink the sweat out of
his eyes, he watched as the figure came closer. The screaming in his
head was maddening, splintering his mind, the pitch of the cries rising
as the being with in the inferno strode closer to stand before him.
The towering figure stood there, the flames licking its charred
flesh. Before Beaus eyes, the burning creature reached out and
wrapped its burning fingers around his neck. Pulling Beau into the fire,
it brought its head level.
Its face looked almost human, although it was difficult to tell
through its melted skin. As it strangled Beau, its mouth opened, tearing
the skin all the way past its neck, reveling jagged teeth jutting from the
torn flesh.
Beaus mind was blank, emotionless as the creature throttled his
body. Through the winding blur of motion as he was tossed from side to
Well, they didnt exactly volunteer for this mission, I think they
had the same option as we did. Do or die, Pen said a few seats away.
Ah, so military failures doing grunt work, Beau said to quietly
more to himself than anyone else.
Outside the view ports, the blue glow sputtered out, giving way to
the starry void as they dropped out of the jump. Beau turned in his
seat, looking out to the view of the station and the planet Lashada, the
gorgeous pink oceans dotted with tiny islands. The disc shaped station
itself was silhouetted against the glow of the planet, thick stabilizing
towers jutting from the bottom.
As the shuttle rocketed closer, Beau grasped the size of the Kana
station, noting how insignificant it was compared to Ovroc. The shuttle
slowed its approach, turning to meet the docking bay. As the view port
turned away from the station, Beau realized how dead Kaskurst looked,
noticing how there were no lights that could be seen shining from
viewports.
Standing from his seat, he strode to the other side of the shuttle
to try to catch another glance of the station before the shuttle made
contact.
He felt his stomach shift uneasily as he noticed how undamaged
the station was, that the metal hull was left uncrated by enemy fire.
The pristine hull set Beau off guard, confusion clenching his mind.
That bird said the station was attacked, right? Beau asked.
Yes, by the Desen, why? Ginna said.
The station looks fine, Beau said, his voice hardening.
The other hunters save for the Bleen, still asleep in its chair,
turned almost in unison to peer out their viewports.
Youre right Quint muttered.
Something is wrong, Ginna said, unease seeping through her
voice, I dont see any Desen raider skiffs or anything in docking.
Lied to, came an agitated hiss.
Heads turned to the Bleen, now awake, its dead white eyes wide.
The shuttle shook as it connected to the station, shaking its
occupants roughly. Clanking back in their silver armor the two Kana
soldiers walked in to join the hunters, now holding laser rifles. Looking
around, they were met with enraged and wary stares, visibly taken
aback at the sudden hostility.
What the hell is going on? Ginna demanded angrily.
What mean? the shorter soldier, Keek, chirped hesitantly.
Hess the Bleen got up and strode to the back of the shuttle
toward the airlock, shortly followed by Beau.
Youre seriously ok with an employer lying to us like this? Ginna
asked.
It has a point, Beau said, this money is just too good. Besides,
how bad can it be?
Ginna sighed, deflating at her friends acceptance of the
circumstance.
I still dont like this, Ginna said softly.
The Kanas eased past the Daros girl giving her a glance as they
passed, activating the sequence for pressure synchronization. Beau
placed his gloved hand on her shoulder, giving a soft affectionate
squeeze.
Do you want to stay on the shuttle? Youre not exactly equipped
for combat, Beau said.
I know how to take care of myself, you know that, Ginna said,
her round eyes downcast.
Yeah, I do, Beau said reassuringly over the hiss of air as the air
repressurized.
half dried into the white floor. Bringing his head back up, Beaus
stomach dropped at the sight of blood smeared along the hallway,
panels of the wall themselves smashed and broken. Several lights that
had once been securely in place now hung, or were shattered, gory
dents pockmarking the frames and circular walls. A pair of doors stood
parallel of each other, one soaked in the grime of blood, the other open
like a gaping black maw.
Dear lord, Pens voice came from behind Beau.
Hess sniffed the air, a sneer slashing across its face.
Old and new death, it said.
Whats going on? Ginna said from further back.
Turning back into the tunnel, Beau walked up to her and knelt
down.
Its bad, it looks like something just tore everyone apart, Beau
said bluntly.
You really think thats going to bother me? Ginna said with a
twist of her mouth.
Im just preparing you, Beau said.
Ginna walked past her friend, peeking around the corner.
Settle down, Quint, Pen said in a placid tone, reaching out for
the young hunter.
NO! THIS ISNT OK! THIS ISNT RIGHT!
Before the boy could continue to scream and yell, Beau had come
up behind him and spun him around. If the kid was shocked, Beau
couldnt tell as he brought the knuckle plate of his gauntlet smashing
across Quints masked face. Sparks flew from his fist as metal hit metal,
Quints head tossing back, throwing the hood off the metal casing
around his head, revealing wiry black hair. The impact almost lifted the
scrawny hunter of the floor, sending Quint back pedaling against the
wall, his rifle spinning away.
Ginna stood speechless, jaw slightly a gape. Pen was just as
shocked, his kind face twisting and deepening into a deep ruddy color.
How dare you- he started, his mustache bristling.
This is not a situation for panic, Beau said coldly, we dont
know what the hell did this and we need to keep our heads. Glancing
at the soldiers, he added, You seem to forget the circumstances we
are here to begin with.
Chek had his rifle raised and ready, aimed directly at the pair.
Keek stood behind his comrade, one armored talon outstretched in an
attempt to lower his friends weapon.
Keek noticed the absence of the human and Daros, and called for
a halt as they all watched as Beau and Ginna settled their affair from a
polite distance.
Even from here, Beau could hear the impatient hiss of Hess and
the shuffling of the others.
Beau knelt down on one knee to look her in the eye.
Is something wrong? he asked, worry leaking into his gruff
voice.
Ginna raised an eyebrow and gestured with her hand at the dark,
stained hall.
Besides that I mean? Beau clarified.
Yes, but its kind of a weird favor to ask, she said.
You know Id do anything for you, Beau replied.
She smiled at him, a hint of her pointed teeth behind her lips.
I need you to cut my robes up, she said.
But you love these things!
Id rather be able to run if I need to, she said.
himself. Ginnas ability to match his own in this matter eased his
concerns; however his guard stayed raised and ready.
Where the hell do you think all the bodies are? Beau voiced
aloud.
Ive noticed that too, Pen said as glanced around.
Not here, why matter? the Bleen hissed coldly.
Several moments passed after the black skinned aliens
indifference before anyone else broke the silence.
How close are we to anyway up to the third level? Pen asked
softly.
Three hundred meters, Chek chirped in reply.
Checking his own readout, Beau confirmed to himself that the
Kanas response was accurate. Twisting and turning through the dark
side corridors, the tension was eased a fraction as they came upon
some light fixtures dimly glowing, while others flickered sparsely.
As few and far between as the functioning lights were, they were
still as small blessing. Against an unknown, highly dangerous enemy, it
was a blessing Beau was more than willing to accept.
Through the soft white light that they had, Beau caught the sight
of a blue glow, fading in and out slowly down a corridor of to the side. It
was only about four meters down to the opening, but Beau couldnt
make out the source. An alert flared up on the mini map at the corner
of his HUD interface as the blue light passed by the opening.
I just saw something, he announced.
What was? Keek asked, turning his head toward the human.
Beau shrugged before replying, pointing down the hall he had
seen the anomaly.
Had movement detection as well, he added.
Keek nodded as he and Chek began trooping briskly down the hall
Beau indicated, the hunters following close behind. Reaching the end of
the hallways opening they spilled into a shorter, much more angular
hall. Large yellow letters were plastered over the wall, his visual
translator identifying it obviously as Kana, reading out the words
SECTION 36 JANITORAL STATION.
Further investigating the scene, the hunters found the angular
corridor made a box around a single sealed room. Four hallways exited
away from the janitors station, leaving them with three options as to
which way to enter.
Looks like whatever you saw was gone, Ginna said.
S-should we l-look for it? W-we need to g-get up to level ththree, Quint added, looking down nervously at a pile of bloody mush.
Waste time, spat Hess, nothing here.
Beau was about to respond when a muffled scuffling came from
behind the sealed metal door of the janitors station.
In unison, all heads snapped their attention toward the door.
They remained in silence for a few seconds, before once again,
the scuffling came once again.
Looks like it wasnt such a waste of time after all, Beau mused
aloud.
He was unanswered as Pen hit the door controls, the heavy door
sliding open with a grate as he shined a light inside. Beau came up
beside the squat hunter, his sword gleaming faintly in the dim light.
Hello? Pen called inside the room.
Well check, cover the hall, Beau said softly to the others.
The janitors station itself was fairly large enough, a single room
with enough room for the group twice over, even with the lines of floor
to ceiling shelves of cleaning supplies and equipment. Pens voice rang
out through the room, drawing a reaction from whatever had been in
the room.
Somewhere near the back, Beau could see movement, the glare
of his light missing whoever had been hiding inside. Heavy clawed feet
could be heard tramping forward, the sound similar to the Kanas
accompanying the hunters.
We are here to help, Pen said as he heard the Kana stranger
coming up to meet them.
At the sound of Pens voice, the clack of talons rang out more
urgently, haste in the strides. Twisting from behind the shelves came
the stranger, the sight making Beaus eyes widen in momentary shock.
Lunging toward Beau and Pen was clearly not Kana, however it
looked horrifyingly similar. All the feathers and beak had molted away,
leaving behind small, prickly tuffs of brown down, the pink flesh
glistening sickly under the beams of light striking it. The creatures arms
had elongated, at least twice as long as a normal Kanas, the clawed
hands sharper and thicker.
In a split second Beau had observed and calculated his strike.
Mind racing as he slashed diagonally downward in front of Pen,
the monstrous face split, cleaving the flesh past the neck of this twisted
Kana abomination; revealing jagged, uneven rows of teeth lining down
the split.
Striking Beaus attack full on, the Kana monster took the full brunt
of force to the chest, tar like blood oozing from the wound. The sudden
halt of momentum and throw the monster of guard, leaving it shrieking
in rage, the shrill sound matching the last horrific cry they had heard.
In a seamless motion, still riding through the movement of his
first attack, Beau twisted on his heel of his boot. Swinging full circle
Beau cut a second wound through the monstrositys jaw, severing the
unnatural body part from its face.
The severity of the damage done had taken its toll on the
monster; however the thing still lashed out with its dagger-like fingers.
Not anticipating the creature to still have any fight left after such an
attack, Beau was caught off guard as the claw smashed against the side
of his head with the force of sledgehammer, rattling his brain.
Before Beau could recover, a sharp crack broke the air, and the
creature fell over, a massive hole punched through what remained of
its head.
Falling with a wet slap, the remains lay still on the white floor
twitching slightly. Another crack split the air, ripping a second
devastating hole through its chest.
Through the blur of his vision and cracks of his visor, Beau saw
Pen standing above; arm extended holding a still smoking gun. Static
took over his visual feed, blocking the bearded bounty hunter as Beau
picked himself up.
CHAPTER TWO
Who is dead? Its not like out there is it? Pen asked.
Ho-hold on, I think I turn on t-the lights.
Before Beau could even turn to see what Quint was going to fiddle
with, the lights came on.
Got th-them, oh, Quint said.
With the faint gray deck now lit up, the room revealed the
hunched forms were indeed the command crew, their pistols next to
them and holes through their heads. Kana as well as humans sat in the
seats, all having come to their end together.
Did they Did they kill themselves? Ginna breathed.
It looks like it, Beau told her softly.
Why would they do that? What, why she trailed off.
Maybe they were afraid, Pen said placing a hand on her
shoulder, Im sure when we access the command terminals well know
what happened here.
Pen moved over to a terminal, and lifted the Kana corpse up away
from it. He lay it down on the floor laying face up, crossing the arms
over the orange uniform. Gingerly, Pen closed the misty red eyes of the
avian, cupping a hand briefly to the brown feathered Kanas face.
Standing up from the body, the stout man fidgeted around with
the machine, before turning.
Can you help me with this, Quint?
Y-yes, Ill be r-right there.
As Quint moved over to the terminal with Pen, the rest of the
group spread out to inspect the deck.
Beau turned his back to his companions work to face Ginna, who
had pressed herself against his side after the revelation of the crews
fate.
Are you ok? he asked, his concern no longer hidden by a mask.
I dont know, she said, its one thing to see someone who
deserves it killed, Im used to that. But someone that did that to
themselves, I just
Kneeling down, Beau looked the young Daros directly in the eye.
Fear and desperation can be horrible things, Ginna, and they can
make someone do horrible things, Beau said slowly, struggling with his
words, Its an escape from that those emotions, and is a last resort.
They felt trapped, and I understand why. Whatever happened here is a
terrible disaster, and they were afraid.
The words felt strange, and came out oddly even to him. He
glanced over his shoulder, taking in the bodies around him and the
bloody wounds through their skulls.
It felt uncomfortable to be a killer for hire explaining selftermination.
Ginna nodded sluggishly, processing what he was saying, before
continuing.
But why?
I dont know, Beau said, after a moment of hesitation.
showing the condition of all the areas and hundreds of rooms. Several
were flashing a fiery red, mainly on the levels of the mid-level. The
other levels were bad off as well, but it was nothing compared to the
sector labeled as L2S2. Beau could see from the layout that each of the
three levels of the station had three sub sections to it.
O-ok, from what I could find I think I know w-what happened,
Quint began uncertainly, there was some kind of in-incident on the
research level, on sub section t-two. Information past t-that was
restricted, so I dont know what happened, just th-the origin point.
From the data, everything h-here seems to have st-started about a
week ago.
About a week ago? Beau asked, But the people out in the hall
dont seem to have died more than a half hour.
They are fresh, Hess said in agreement.
Its amazing that anyone could have held out that long. Im sad
to say but that may have been who we heard yelling out after we
boarded, Pen said soberly.
Etched plainly on the mans face was regret.
So there could be more survivors, Beau said pointedly towards
the older hunter.
Survivors not priority, Keek chirped in.
Find doctor, Chek said.
The doctors last known location is in the m-mid sector, on the
second s-sub level, if he is still alive.
human dropped her hands and edged closer, not attempting to cover
herself as she held her gaze on Beau.
Who are you? Beau asked.
Smiling, she tossed her unwashed brown hair over her shoulder
out of her petite face.
Asha, and you? she said cocking her hip.
Beau, came the answer dully.
I like that.
Again, Beau found himself longing for the encased solidarity of his
helmet. He didnt like the way this woman stared at him, the way she
seemed to absorbed and ingest every detail of his bare face. Ginna
snorted beside him, and he glanced down for a moment to see the
Daros glaring daggers at the scantily clad human.
Pen stepped forward, removing his coat.
Here, Asha, take this, you must be cold, he said.
Asha smiled even wider, accepting the coat and draping it over
her slim figure.
Thank you so much, youre so kind, she oozed.
Pen, he said, beaming slightly, the bristles not hiding the
redness in his cheeks.
Brushing off the earnest man, the woman didnt break the line of
sight, her eyes not leaving Beaus. Her hazel eyes ran him up the wrong
way, the hungry attention he was receiving setting him on edge. Not
knowing how to act, he simply fidgeted with his gun and cracked his
knuckles against his wrist plates.
At last, her intentness evaporated, and she regarded the rest of
the small crowd with toothy smile.
I didnt think anyone was coming, I thought the Kana Empire
wrote us all of as dead.
H-how are you even still a-alive? Quint asked, dumbstruck.
By being quicker than the rest and finding the right tools, Asha
replied, her smile not faltering.
Simple enough.
You said you could help? Beau asked, looking down
preemptively to avoid direct contact.
Yes, I know were the doctor youre talking about should be.
Excellent! Pen exclaimed, Well be able to wrap this up quickly
then!
I cant take all of you at once though, she cut in.
Why? Chek and Keek asked simultaneously. Beau could not that
Keek held what seemed like resentment in his trilling voice.
Large groups attract the infected, Asha said flatly.
What exactly caused the mutations? Beau inquired.
The woman shrugged before responding, Im not sure, I was part
of the maintenance division. Anything past patching up electrical
networks and leaky pipes is beyond me.
Hess is right, its safe here. The two of you need to stay here.
Whatever is out there wasnt able to get in, and I dont want you in the
middle of this, Beau told her.
She bit her lip, looking downcast and defeated, but conceded with
a quick nod.
Im te-technically an adult, I-I can handle it, Quint repeated.
Just listen to the thing kid and let us take care of this, Asha said
dismissively, gesturing vaguely toward Hess.
I am she.
Everyone turned to look at the Bleen, whose vacant stare was
drilling through the woman.
Excuse me? Asha said repugnantly.
I. Am. She. Hess repeated once more, her hissing voice growing
in anger.
A callous snort was the only reaction from the woman.
Your kind has no gender.
Hess was baring her rounded teeth over the scarlet scarf, her long
fingers curling and uncurling. Exchanging nervous glances, the other
hunters watched her seethe, while Pen made vague attempts to speak
and Ginna looked numb with rage towards Asha. Dropping her rifle
limply, Hess started walking straight up to the woman; the Bleen leaned
down until the black skin of her face was centimeters from the stark
white of the humans. The tall alien was radiating enmity against the
waves of apathy from Asha.
face. Even from here though, from across the room, Beau could see her
subtly shaking.
Hearting tearing itself from his chest, he sealed the door behind
him, trying to tame both the need to keep Ginna away from harm and
to stay by her side. He had to trust Pen to guard her. The man lasted
this long as a bounty hunter, and it was a relentless life. Factoring in
that the man also seemed compassionate, and that he fought against
wrongful bounties, Beau felt in his gut his trust was well placed.
It had to be.
Meeting the others in the elevator, he was greeted by Ashas
crooked grin.
Took you long enough, she said.
I took as long as I needed, Beau said curtly.
Still smiling, Asha worked the elevator console, sealing the small
lift with a sharp clunk.
Were exactly is the doctor? Beau asked.
He should be somewhere hidden away on the third sublevel of
sector two. The only problem is that we cant get to L2S3 from the
elevator. Lockdown has pretty much sealed it off since its vital research
and stuff. Well have to get there through the sector above it.
How can we? Keek inquired.
Well, I dont have access codes to disable any of the lockdown
procedures. So well have to go through the piping and the inside of the
walls.
Just taking a quick detour, Asha said in a sing song voice, Beau
made me realize we probably need better gear before we go into think
of it, you know?
We have enough, Keek said blankly, hefting his rifle.
You have enough, but all I have is this jacket and Beaus gun is
garbage, she replied.
Irritation slinking from her mouth, Hess spoke her agreement
begrudgingly. Beau was silently thankful for a chance to find more
firepower. A hunters life lay with their equipment, and while the
notion of Pen giving away some of his gear was a huge sentiment, Beau
thought he would feel more comfortable with something with a
stronger wallop.
Facing no objections from Keek, they stepped out at L1S2, directly
under the command deck. Here, they were only greeted by cold
darkness. Activating their lights, the group edged out carefully, Keek
taking point and Hess taking the rear. As expected the paneling here
was splattered heavily in remains.
Moving with stealth, they stepped gingerly over the occasion
mangled body, ignoring the twisted grimaces of agonizing terror. Beau
recalled how he had often valued silence. Now it just seemed to be
tearing him apart. Dodging around the locked down doors, Asha
brought them to hall which bore windows peering inside the rooms, the
hall outlined in yellow. Official looking Kana writing was plastered
across the walls, slightly obscured by drying blood.
Keek nodded approvingly, Security zone. Good.
Peering into the dark room with his light, Beau could faintly make
out the shapes of weapons lockers and other storage containers. Asha
stood by the terminal to enter, fiddling with the buttons. Seconds
dragging by, Hess seemed to lose patience, smashing the window in
with the butt of her rifle.
You idiot, you could have set off an alarm! Asha steamed from
the panel.
Stepping through the shattered pane, the Bleen snorted.
There is no power here. Not take an engineer to see this.
Beau could feel the boiling loathing streaming from the woman, it
electrified the air. At the same time, however, Beau smiled inwardly at
the Bleens jab.
Stepping over inside the security block, he could see already the
area had just about been cleared out. Whether by guards during the
initial events that kicked off the Kaskurst disaster, or by survivors, what
hadnt been taken was a bit lack luster.
Lining the walls, the doors to the lockers hung open, the contents
cleared out. Crates around the room lay upended, whatever that was
once stored inside long looted. A row of benches stretched across the
room, feet from the empty lockers, a few discarded items resting on
the wooden surface. A pair of black helmet was close to Beau, one with
lens of the visor slightly cracked. As for the other armor piece, which
was similar to Keeks aside from color, had been crushed inward
completely. Picking it up, he gave it a quick inspection. Thankfully, it
was designed for humans. Taking a moment to assess the damage, he
ran a finger over the defect of the optic plate. The visor itself was
circular, with a short tail poking from the bottom, giving the optics a
rotated Q shape. Painted in white bracketed letter on either side of
the piece were the letters KES, emblazed over the burnt orange Kana
Empire flag. The paint of the insignia and helmet itself was chipped,
whoever had owned it put it through a lot of abuse.
Turning it over in his hand, the name Avidan was printed on the
back along with the designation number. Trying it on, Beau found that
it fit relatively well, though it smelled of its previous wearer.
To his luck, it at least only smelled faintly of fruit candies.
Pressing the power switch on the inner lip of the helmet, the lens
flared up a bright orange. Running across diagonally, the fissure did
little to obscure his vision besides the white, writhing static and glitches
that outlined it. Deciding it was better than nothing, Beau was just glad
to be incased again, shelled off from the world.
Despite the nightmare that was surrounding him he felt a weight
lift from his chest as he realized that Asha could no longer look directly
at him.
Synching the foreign equipment to his wrist pad, Beau took a look
around the room, now brightly lit through the orange tint of the visor.
Hess had found a somewhat battered ballistic vest and was adjusting it
to her chest while Keek was inspecting the few untouched crates. Asha
stood by their point of entry, not really exploring, instead she leaned
against the wall as if she were growing bored.
A knock on the wall from Keeks direction startled Beau, bringing
his gun up to bear in an instant.
The motion was needless, as the Kana was merely calling for
attention. Putting a clawed finger up to where mouth would be, he
gestured toward the crate set beside him.
Creeping over toward the trooper, Beau spoke softly.
Whats in there?
Something living.
Peeping down at the crate, he couldnt imagine what could
possibly be in the crate. At least it seemed too small for one of the
freak Kana; there barely seemed enough space for a human.
Be ready, Keek warned.
Placing a hand on the lid, the Kana slipped a talon under the clasp
as Beau aimed his weapon toward whatever was hiding inside. Quickly,
Keek flipped the clasp and threw the lid open, to reveal an incredibly
grimy and bruised human male. His head popped up instantaneously,
his blue eyes bugging out of his skull under his matted blond hair.
Scrambling frantically and shouting, the man burst from the crate.
Beau caught him easily, pressing a gloved hand to his mouth.
We wont hurt you, but dont scream, Beau said.
Struggling pathetically against the hunters hold, the man didnt
seem to hear him through his wild desperation.
Look, I dont want to hit you to shut you up, Ive done that once
today already, Beau hissed sternly.
Eyes bulging less, the man gave up, going limp in Beaus arms.
Thank you, the hunter said, easing his hold away from him.
He really didnt want to strike this man; he seemed to almost be a
skeleton. Hitting him would probably snap him in half. Not like Quint
who could take a punch. Briefly, Beaus stomach twisted into a guilty
knot. He was beginning to wish he hadnt punched the young man.
Now he could see Quint was being perfectly rational.
Shaking, the ragged man looked between Beau and the others,
before breaking into cracking sobs.
Thank god thank god thank god, he repeated.
Kneeling down, Beau put a hand on the mans back.
Its ok; its going to be ok.
How did you find us? Its been weeks, we didnt think the Empire
would come for us.
Weeks? The fact didnt settle easy with Beau. This man was
starved and filthy. His glance hidden behind his helmet, Beau took a
look at Asha, who seemed decently well fed. How could it be that this
man was so rough but she seemed almost healthy, thriving even?
What happened? Hess asked.
Twisting his eyes to the Bleen, the light behind the strangers eyes
seemed to go out.
The light, the light, the light, the light, the light, he began to
blabber over and over.
Beau tried to calm him down, but he was too far gone. Despite his
apparent atrophy, he leapt away and sprinted bare foot over the
broken glass.
Wait! Beau called out.
Turning angry to Asha, Beau laid into her.
Why didnt you stop him? he spat.
Hes obviously crazy, I dont know what he would have done to
me, she said defensively.
What light, do you think? Hess cut in.
Well find out when we go get that guy! Beau sighed in
exasperation.
Hess shook her head, No, he gone. Scent growing far.
Beau hit the side of his helmet in frustration.
Look! Keek cawed out faintly.
The Kana was pointing out the window, toward a murky blue light,
diminishing in luminance.
Every organ in Beaus body went cold.
Do you think its going after him? Asha wondered out loud.
Before any of the rest of the party could make a reply, a staccato
yelp called out from the gloom.
Lets go, Keek said, breaking into a run and leaping out the
window.
Rushing after the soldier, they went out to the strangers rescue,
their lights bounding around the ruined halls. Keek sprinted swiftly, his
natural speed out matched the humans and Bleen. In the distance, the
dim light fizzled out, and as it did one last scream tore the shrouding
darkness.
Silently catching up to the bend where the light disappeared,
Beau and the others pressed themselves to the wall. Peeking around
Keek, Beau could see that just a few meters away that whatever was
creating the light was just around the next corner, the ghostly blue light
stronger than it had ever been. The light was unmoving, and Beau knew
they were too late.
Turning to his companions, he shook his head and drew a finger
over his neck.
They nodded, acknowledging the strangers death.
Swinging his rifle curtly, the Kana soldier gestured for them to
investigate.
Weapons primed and raised, Beau, Hess, and Keek crept forward,
Asha trailing awkwardly unarmed behind them. Heart hammering
against his ribs, they drew closer to the turn, and he began to think that
his racing heart would betray him to whatever wait just feet away.
As they prepared to finally reveal themselves, the hunter could
hear the delicate sound of liquid flowing.
Twisting into hallway, Beau could feel Asha stumble and cry out at
what welcomed them. Lying motionless on the floor was the man, his
eyes dull and glazed. Nestled over him was humanoid figure that was
nothing like the freaks that they knew inhabited Kaskurst now.
The creature was muscular and hunched; its skin a gentle blue.
Great hands held onto the arms of the man, holding him in an
unyielding grip as the man gasped for air. Metal tubing sprung from its
chest, just below the shiny metallic, curved neck. A long, silver,
rectangular head rested on its broad shoulders, a single line of blazing
blue light streaking across the center of its artificial face. Where a
mouth would have been was instead what looked to be sliding hatch,
from which a thick, vicious looking needle protruded. Under this
perfunctory mouth the tubes connected, pumping a black fluid out
through the point. The proboscis was thrust directly into the strangers
skull, the point of entry slightly leaking out the viscous dark goo.
Taking notice of the newcomers, the blockheaded monster rose,
standing almost as tall as Hess.
Fire!
Keek didnt need to order a call for action. Beau was already
pulling the trigger as the thing stood. Catching the side of its head, the
bullet didnt seem to make a dent and his next two shots missed
entirely. Keeks rounds made much more of a difference, tearing
through the chest and abdomen. Pulling the trigger a fourth time, Beau
shot just below the machinery of the neck, black ooze sputtering from
the wound rather than blood as Hesss powerful energy rifle punched a
hole through the arm with a ringing pwep.
Stumbling backwards, the abomination fell while more and more
bullets were shot through it. The body convulsed in tatters, blood and
Beau?
A smile split his face at the sound of the familiar voice.
Ginna, Im here.
Whats happening, are you ok? her voice still sound hoarse.
Im fine, were all fine. Somethings come up though and I need
to talk to Pen.
Oh, she said, not sounding at all pleased to give up talking to
Beau.
Ill contact you again in a bit, I promise. I just need to get
information to him.
Ok, Ill go get him.
Several seconds passed as Beau stood there, watching the others.
Hess held herself motionless, white eyes looking ahead unblinking.
Asha stood by blockheaded creature, passing a foot over its mechanical
workings. Across from him, Keek was seemingly still in conversation
with Chek.
Beau, is that you? Pens voice finally cut in his ear.
Yes, its me; I found a security helmet with a working comms
system.
Excellent!
Well, thats the good news. We have a problem.
Paraphrasing what had transpired, Beau quickly explained the
situation, explaining that this new danger seemed to be creating the
monsters that wondered the halls. The other man remained silent, not
interrupting the brief story.
Lord, that is a problem, Pen said softly as Beau concluded.
At least we know whats happened here.
True, so we may be able to find out how to end this. But dont
forget we need to find Dr. Hanson to make it off Kaskurst.
Glancing over at Keek, Beau said, We can do both. Hanson is
supposed to be one of the lead researchers right? Im sure he knows
how to stop this.
Be careful, Beau, there is obviously more going on here than we
know.
I know, he sighed, the Empire lied. This has nothing to do with
Desen. It doesnt take a genius to see this is what the job is really about.
We just dont know the details.
Pen hummed in agreement.
Just make it back in one piece, Beau. Ginna is falling to pieces.
Biting his lip, he tried to tame the heartache of this insight.
Dont worry. Ill tear through every freak and blockhead that
stands in my way.
Huffing to himself, Pen replied, Good. Do us proud up here. Well
be waiting. Ill tell Ginna goodbye for you.
Thank you.
Its no trouble at all, Pen said.
Beau could hear the smile over the call as it cut out.
Shutting the transmission links down he switched the audio to the
external speaker of his helmet.
Crackling tersely the noise brought Ashas head whipping around
to him.
Are we ready to go now? I dont want to hang around here much
longer.
Im ready,
We go now, Keek affirmed, his report in concluded.
Leaving the misshapen carcasses the group worked their way back
toward the security of the elevator. Adrenaline from the encounter still
kicking, the trek felt like a blur. Along the way every eye was peeled for
the slightest hint of blue light, ears strained for the smallest pin drop of
sound. Through the bespattered halls they went with a restrained
bound, lithely dodging through the passage ways.
Meeting no further encounters, Asha ushered the group into the
lift, assuring them she knew exactly where the doctor should be. For
the misery this job was worth, the doctor better have the decency to
still be alive.
Deep down though, Beau felt that the likelihood of Dr. Hanson
still being extant was almost none.
Despite his doubts, the hunter knew he couldnt give up, that the
contract had to be carried out. He couldnt let Ginna die because of
this. Checking over his weapon he vowed that if anyone left this station
alive, it would be her.
Coming to a halt, the large steel doors wound themselves open,
unveiling the wreckage of L2S2. Unlike the other levels of Kaskurst he
had trudged through, this place was pierced with a harmony of sirens
and klaxons and filled with glaring, flashing green light. Deep gashes
embellished the panels of the walls and flooring, the now expected
strips of carrion littering the area. Undeterred by the waves of light and
sound, Beau mentally braced himself as he clamored out with the
others.
Streaks lined his sounding, vaguely resembling black tears in the
harsh green lights.
Asha tore a strip of dirty fabric from her leg and wrapped it
around her mouth.
The hazard flashers are green! she shouted over the sirens,
theres a biological breach here, dont breath in anything nasty!
With the personal atmospheres of their helmets, Beau and Keek
had nothing to worry about. Hess, being Bleen, was unlikely to contract
any disease because of her genetic protection against viral and bacterial
infections. Really, the only member at risk was Asha, and the filthy
makeshift mask didnt look to be prime protection. Blood and sweat
and grit wasnt going to be filtering out anything dangerous.
Under the cover of the cacophony sneaking was unnecessary.
Asha led them forward, then left then right and right again and left.
Firm, protective shuttered doors blocked of many of the branching
paths, the woman leading them around the barricades. Periodically,
Beau saw that some of this had been destroyed, the metal twisted
around as if it had burst from a terrible pressure.
Their footfalls were lost to the chaotic, unending storm of sound,
which a double edged sword of fortune. Nothing could possibly hear
them, but on the other hand they would hear nothing in return.
Keeping this in mind, Beau occasionally gambled a glimpse back
through the hurried dash. Nothing was following; however a rip of gun
fire brought his attention back on a swivel.
About a dozen transfigured Kana and human loitered in the
distance, oblivious to the oncoming attack. Several fell to the hail of
bullets, collapsing onto and confusing their savage partners. Meters
away, the ravenous eyes finally connected with the charging group,
raising their claws and leaping forward.
To his astonishment, two held makeshift weapons, bladed of
scrap crudely bound with cloth. The primitive weapons never met a
mark however, the wielders succumbing to the superior armaments.
Converging together, the group of survivors and monsters melded,
even in numbers now.
Being at the front, Asha was confronted first, nimbly sliding under
a swipe and popping up behind the freaks. From the back, Keek
dispatched the mutant Asha avoided with three precise shots before
taking another down with incredible accuracy. The next two freaks,
human in form, fell upon Beau and Hess roaring with rage. Too close to
properly aim her long rifle, Hess smacked the creature the butt of her
gun, sending it flying back before sending a burning round of energy
through its head.
What had once been a woman was hurtling the last couple feet,
unnaturally arms outstretched. Ducking under its reach, Beau swung a
fist up catching it under the jaw. Knocked off balance, the freak
floundered as Beau slammed it against the wall and put the gun to its
head.
The impact of the bullet passing through and the dull jouncing on
the wall was almost satisfyingly audible.
Wasting no team, Asha continued on, now carrying the dual
makeshift swords. Guiding them into a room close by to the scuffle, she
sealed the door, cutting off the unceasing sound.
Above them, the lights shone dimly, with a single light was
pulsating a gentle viridian glow. The room itself seemed mundane,
three desks with filing cabinets lining the walls.
Ok, do either of you have a layout of Kaskurst? Asha started,
addressing Beau and Keek as she pulled away her mask.
Keek simply nodded, so Beau tapped the pad on his wrist to bring
up the 3D holograph of their location. Scanning over it, the woman
trailed her finger through the digital haze, before continuing.
Aha! Were right were we should to be! she exclaimed.
Dropping her hand away from the glowing schematic, she brushed
her hand on Beaus.
Snatching his arm away from the unwelcome touch, Beau scowled
at her from behind his orange visor.
What do you mean? Were still on the wrong level.
Behind this desk, she said happily as she walked to the middle
desk, is an access hatch for maintenance.
Kicking it open, she put her hands on her hips, sending a crocked
smile Beaus direction. Ignoring the attention, Beau strode over to
inspect the hatchway himself.
Standing behind Asha he could see it was reasonably sized, giving
more than enough room, even with the armor he wore.
After you, he said.
Winking meaningfully, she jumped down calling back, I figured
youd like me to go first.
Realizing that she expected him to follow immediately, he held
back. Instead Hess was the one to climb down next. Giving him a look,
the Bleen gave a knowing, curt nod that spoke to him far more than her
words could.
A surge of gratefulness filled his chest as quietly he thanked Hess
for taking his place behind the flirtatious woman. Crouching onto his
hands and knees, Beau crawled awkwardly along the tunnel, keeping
Hess in sight. Abaft he heard Keek drop down as well as the covering to
the passage snapping shut.
The crawl was mercifully short, lasting barely more than a minute
at a downward slope before he could Hess climb out in front of him.
Standing up and pulling himself out, Beau saw that the room was
almost identical to the last. Here, however, there was no light and
sirens couldnt be heard out in the hall. Asha stood across the room
panting; a freshly dead freak sprawled across the floor. Yanking her
weapons from the neck of the corpse, she flipped her greasy hair and
huffed.
About time you showed up, I had to kill this thing by myself.
Youre capable, Beau grunted bringing himself up to a full
stance.
Well, obviously, she returned with a cocky smirk.
Where now? Hess asked as she assisted Keek from the hole.
Somewhere around here I hope, Asha said, most likely in one
of his labs. I heard he was one of the top dogs, and ran a lot of projects.
But there was also something really hush hush he was doing personally,
and I dont know where that would be if hes hiding out there.
Specific, Keek twittered.
Shrugging the woman peeked out into the hall as she drew Pens
borrowed coat around her tightly.
Thats all I got, she said simply, alright, its is clear. Heres the
deal, were going to half to split up. With so many places this guy could
be at were going to be wandering around for a while.
As before, Hess hissed softly to herself.
Stupid.
Itll be fine; weve seen what these things are capable of. As long
as we have weapons, they dont stand a chance. We all know what
were doing here, Asha argued.
No one bothered interrupting her so she continued.
Beau and I can go as one team, and you and soldier boy can go
look around together.
Coming to his rescue again, Hess narrowed her eyes, Beau go
with Keek. I go with you.
That wont work, the woman countered, Beau and Keek are
the only ones with maps. We can group them together.
She has a point, Beau said.
Asha grinned broadly.
Alright, lets go! she said cheerfully.
Venturing into the hallway, the group split. Keek and Hess went to
the left while Beau and Asha took the right. Spatial awareness tingling,
he looked back to see Keek staring down the hall back at him, just
before a corner. Waving to the Kana with reassurance, he turned his
back and continued on his way.
Being alone with Asha was uncomfortable; trailing behind her she
seemed to be putting more sway into her hips as she walked.
Dismissing it, Beau cleared his throat.
Im going to report in, ok?
Mhmm, she replied.
Tuning into the comms, Beau channeled himself up to the bridge.
Hey, its Beau, how are things going up there?
A response came much more quickly this time, Pens voice coming
to his ear almost instantly.
could tell that the team that worked in this lab was studying
dimensional warping to make space hopping even quicker.
Finding a passage that was too much messy, Beau read it to
himself while he waited for Ashas return.
With the help of the enigmatic Vincent Blamblaze, the effort to
slip through dimensions as a form a travel has truly come to fruition.
Though the ways of which he jumps between plains of existence is
unknown even to him, saying its standard equipment, they dont tell
me how it works, merely studying the energy fields and the
mechanisms themselves is incredulous. Dr. Hanson sees the progress
were making here, but seems uneasy of Vincent and his foreign
technology. Id like to not that Vincent has shown no hostility, and
seems more than happy to assist in our studies of the nature of
warping.
Raffling through the notes, he found a picture of Vincent, who
appeared to be a human in skin tight teal and green jump suit, his sharp
shoulder pads and helmet insectoid in aesthetics. The shiny, bulbous
eyes on the armor reminded him of an earthen praying mantis.
Before he could study the notes any longer, a rustle of paper
caught his ear. However it didnt come from the other room as if it
were Asha reentering, but behind him. Hand lunging for his pistol, he
couldnt grab it before a great force rammed him from the back.
Knocked into the air his body was flipped upside down leaving him too
shocked to cry out. A massive, oily looking mass suspended by
countless legs had crept up behind him before attack, the central mass
covered and bioluminescent eyes and needle toothed maws.
off some explosives, presumably killing one but injuring the other well
enough for re-containment.
Our only option after the fiasco was to fuse them with mental
inhibitors. Perfecting Applicators after that was exuberant though, the
pinnacle of science! We made an entirely new life form! Perfect for
what we built it for. It was relentless and unfeeling, the ultimate
weapon against the Desen. Did you know they cant see the color blue?
We felt so clever to give the Applicators that camouflage.
I sent word to General Thabus and the Board about our triumph;
I was ready to take my place in the elite. So close I was to drinking in
the fame and glory within our Empire, giving them the tools they
needed to destroy opposition by barely raising a finger.
Dr. Ellas, rest her soul, called for a party the night we sent our
research and data to the board and they order the entire station into
warp. Not a day after I got my accommodation letter, the entire station
goes to hell. Stuck in the slipstream, we couldnt evacuate. By the time
we dropped out the jump, all the evac shuttles malfunctioned. It was a
killing frenzy. HG-00 isnt the apex of my career, but the nadir and
because of me everyone is dead.
Voice grating from the long winded story, the doctor trailed off
having come to his conclusion.
That was a hell of an exposition, Asha snorted, so youre telling
me you have no idea what let them out? How many of these
Applicators did you make?
Hanson rocked back and forth before quietly answering.
Powering his helmet down the glow given off by his visor blinked out,
as did the orange of Keeks helmet. In the shadows of the room the
sound of weapons being raised and primed clicked dimly as they all
stood as still as statues.
Through the crates, Beau could see that the Applicator stood
directly in front of it, the light shining straight through the cracks. Dust
danced eerily in the shafts of light as sounds of shifting echoed out in
the hall.
Beau braced himself as he aimed straightforward.
It was only a matter of time, Hanson whispered, theyre made
to sniff out gatherings of non-mutated beings.
Is that the only way in and out? Asha asked in a panicked hush.
Quiet, Hess repeated through her scarf.
To his horror, Beau heard movement from Asha direction, her soft
shoes padding softly.
What are you doing? Beau hissed.
Im looking for a maintenance hatch, theres got to be one in
here somewhere. There has to be.
Desperation and fear was filling her whispers.
Calm down and stay still, look, its leaving.
As it was the light of the Applicator was fading. Danger past, the
hunters lowered their guns. Reactivating his helmet, his HUD lit up the
room, the crack on the screen flaring out static once more. Looking
around to his partners he saw Asha still nudging around, about to bump
into one of the workstations.
Asha! he called out as loudly as he dared.
Even as he breathed out his warning she knocked against it.
Stumbling and tripping Asha fell, the swords flew from her hands into
the darkness hitting the floor with a gut-wrenching clatter.
A high, pulsating electronic tone sounded beyond the barrier.
It knows were here! Dr. Hanson cried.
Shadows flicked and fluttered as the light of the monster
returned, the sounds of the barricade being battered aside. Clearly
Hanson had engineered the senses of the Applicators all too well.
Bursting through the door frame the blockhead repeated its tone,
the blue bar of luminesce that split its flat face illuminating the room.
Keek, being the closest, was immediately thrown to the floor. Shocked
from the impact, Keeks gun went off, sending bullets straight into the
ceiling and walls.
Still not used to firing a pistol, Beau shot a few round wildly
before a few found their mark. To the side Hess used her rifle more
effectively, tearing through the flesh of the creature with two high
powered rounds. Critically wounded the blockhead toppled right on top
of the Kana soldier. Feeling Keek under it, the Applicator ejected the
needle from its head and smashed straight through the Kanas visor.
Taking careful aim Beau fired a bullet straight into the Applicators
back. It seemed to have little effect as black sludge began to pump from
its mouth. The pwep of Hesss rifle ripped across the room, hitting the
monster dead center of the face. Thrown back the needle pulled out of
Keeks helmet, droplets of blood and ooze splattered over his face
plate.
Sparks and smoke bloomed from the remnants of the blockheads
neck, the torn blue skin growing slack as the organic body died. Beau
rushed over to Keeks shaking form, taking the silver helmet from the
fallen Kana before removing his own.
Under the armor, he saw the Kanas face for the first time.
Beautiful, long feathers covered Keeks features, his eyes and
beak a matching shade of auburn. Dark droplets formed between his
eyes, which were unfocused and streamed with the blockheads serum.
Not receiving a large dose, Keek wasnt undergoing mutation yet, but it
would only be a matter of minutes regardless.
Beau, he crowed feebly, please.
Staring down at the Kana, his heart stopped. He had killed before,
how could this be any different? But no, it was different. Keek didnt
deserve this. This was wrong, it was so wrong. He had never killed
anyone he didnt think that earned their fate. Beau remembered the
CC crew that opted to commit suicide than to submit to death or
transformation.
Beau dropped to his knees and gingerly cradled the Kanas head;
his eyes staring into the soldiers. In his hand, the pistol had never
heavier.
Beau, Keek begged.
Im so sorry.
Clenching his eyes shut he put the muzzle to Keeks head and
pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened. No gunshot.
Lids flying open, Beau looked down to the gun he held in his hand.
No.
Click.
No!
Click.
Throwing the worthless weapon aside Beau snatched up the gun
from Keeks side. Pulling the cartridge from its slot he saw that it was
empty, and the Kana carried no more on his person. Tears were
beginning to form in Beaus eyes.
Hess, give me your gun!
Slowly, the Bleen shook her head, her eyes seeming even
hollower.
No more charge, she said with her voice grating.
Gaze falling back to Keek, he locked eyes with him once more.
They had nothing. Every round had been used and there was probably
no time to find the scrap metal swords that had been swallowed by the
shadows.
Froth was already beginning to form at the corners of Keeks
beak, the pupils of his eyes widening as his breathing began to hasten.
Desperation gripped at the fibers that held together Beaus being, and
he could feel them unravel as his only option became more apparent.
Keek, Im sorry, he managed to say through his shaking voice.
The soldier said nothing; merely grabbing mans gloved hand with
his clad talons.
Do it.
Time seemed to screech to a halt. No sound or sensation passed
through him as he let go of the writing Kanas hand. His muscles moved
autonomously, mind blank as his heavy boot lifted from the ground.
Crack!
NO!
Crack!
Throat tearing, his scream continued as hot tears cascaded down
his cheeks.
Crack!
Im sorry.
Crack!
Im so sorry.
Splat!
Forgive me.
Splat!
Voice failing him Beau collapsed on all fours, shaking with sobs.
He couldnt take this anymore. Burned into his mind was where Keeks
head had once been. Pulling himself up from the ground he wiped the
streaks from his face he shoved the black helmet back over his head.
Composing himself, he withdrew in his emotions pit into a mental pit.
No one said a word, shock and sadness mixed over his companions
faces.
We cant stay here, Beau said as his voice cracked.
Turning on his heel he left the lab, his feet kicking against the
ruins of the barricade and eyes avoiding the dead Kana. In the hall he
stood watch, keeping a hand on the sword sheath to his lower back.
Shortly after Hess walked out, pausing to take a look at Beau. He
ignored her as Dr. Hanson stumbled out.
Im sorry tha-
Dont talk to me.
Snapping his mouth shut, Dr. Hanson put a hand to his face and
nodded sullenly.
Where Asha? Hess asked.
Shes looking crawling around looking for those chunks of metal
she dropped, the doctor replied quietly.
As he spoke, the woman emerged, carrying the dingy swords
before handing one to Hess, Here, youll probably need this.
Taking it wordlessly the Bleen draped the strap of her long rifle
over her shoulder as she took the new weapon.
Selfish, violent, cold: these were the words that came to him.
It didnt settle well with him.
Ill get it open, Asha said, breaking into his thoughts.
Having been on auto-pilot, Beau had been ignorant of his
surroundings until this point. They were back in the small office space
adorned with three desks, the point of entry to L2S3. Asha was already
throwing the hatchway open.
One foot in, she paused before saying, Well have to be ready.
Theres bound to be a lot or spooky stuff between us and the elevator.
Just go, Hess said impatiently.
A sullen curtain had been laid over all of them, and disturbing it
would reveal the screaming confusion, pain, and sorrow they all felt.
Filing into the red lit metro under the floor, they crawled, mentally
bracing themselves to once again face the turmoil in the level above.
Over head the trods and thumps of footsteps sounded; the shambling
creatures unaware of the oncoming death Beau was silently promising
them.
Aching to lash out, Beau stretched himself up out of the tunnel
after his partners. Suppressing his reflections, the desire to kill every
blockhead and freak replaced the torment.
This is the floor of the outbreak, Hanson said, almost to himself.
Gathering around the door they readied themselves, the sound of
sirens faintly breaking past the metal. Pressing the console, the door
slid open to the calamity of light and sound. Drawing his sword from his
back, the blade unfolded with the familiar set of clicks.
No longer hindered by the strange feel of a pistol his arm felt
light, even complete. Two Kana mutants were staggering away, their
backs turned and unaware that they were to die.
Two clean swings were all it took. Sturdy as they were, they were
just as vulnerable to brain damage as any other life.
As the heads rolled away an angry roar called out behind him and
a third former Kana was bounding toward him. Hess caught it
awkwardly, jabbing it between the eyes, using the monsters
momentum to deliver the damage.
Ahead what used to be a human male holding a length of piping
meandered, before catching sight and took to charging. Clumsily it
swung its weapon as Beau ducked under and drove the tip of his blade
under its jaw and out through the top of its head.
Losing himself to the adrenaline he pressed on only dimly aware
of the others behind him. An additional two freaks turned into the
corridor and took notice of the bounty hunter. Rushing to meet them
Beau sprinted forward, thrusting through the mouth of the first mutant
as it lunged at him. Having no time to dislodge the sword, Beau struck
the forehead of the next with an open palm as the knife hidden in his
gauntlet shattered its skull.
Yanking his sword free, the commotion of the group fighting rose
over the noise of alarms. The sounds of uproarious cries of their
monster brethren drawing about four more Kana and human mutants,
bile gushing from their mouths. Beau fought them almost eagerly,
unstoppable in his element.
Launching up he kicked one with his boot, sending it reeling back
as he cut open another from neck to groin, slimy gray organs spilling to
the floor. Ejecting his knife he twisted his arm around, slicing through
the neck of the third freak as his sword stabbed the fourth forward into
the face.
The mutant he had kicked away, a Kana, writhed on the ground,
its massive mouth screaming, the needle like teeth damp with saliva.
Beau crushed its neck a swift stomp. Unhinged the hunter stood
amongst the decimated wretched life that stood had before him. Facing
no more opposition he saw the way was clear. Only meters away the
elevator was in reach.
Reaching his goal, Beau finally looked back. Hess had somehow
lost her sword, and was now sporting a shallow cut in her arm and a
few tears in her red scarf. Asha was half carrying, half dragging Dr.
Hanson who had deep gashes through his legs. They werent being
pursed though; all the freaks in the immediate area lay dead on the
floor.
Guilt filled Beaus chest at the sight of their injuries.
I should have protected them, he thought.
Shambling into the lift with him, Hess activated the panel began
to close. Through the crack of the door, Beau could see the figure of
Keek walk towards him across the hall. Shaking his head, the apparition
vanished as the metal doors clunked together.
outstanding feature were his artificial eyes, the eyes of the glowing
spots that Beau had seen affixed in his mask.
Chek had removed his helmet as well, the tawny brown feathers
sticking out in tufts around his brown eyes. It was hard to look at the
Kana for too long, for in his face he only saw Keek.
What happened? Chek asked.
Seconds ticked by before Beau answered.
I had to kill him.
P-Pen said you fought s-something infecting people. Did-
Yes, one got to him.
Chek bowed his head, closing his dark eyes.
He fought well for Kana.
Beau held his tongue, not wanting to break the mourning of the
soldier to his comrade. In time, he would divulge the truth that the
Kana Empire betrayed the treaties in their conquering greed.
Here Pen, you can have this back.
Asha had stepped from behind the doctor and was removing the
large coat from her body, handing it out to Pen. Behind the woman, the
doctor seemed to be looking at her properly for the first time in direct,
bright light.
Wait, Dr. Ellas?
Asha froze, the hand gripping the jacket limply dropping it. All
eyes were on the woman as all emotion drained from her face. Hazel
eyes wide, her mouth slowly shut firmly. In Beaus mind, it clicked.
Hanson had mentioned that name Ellas before as a doctor that had
died.
Oops.
Her flesh peeled away and fangs burst from her mouth. Arms split
into tentacles that gleamed with razor edge and lashed out, cutting
across the doctors face and knocking Pen to the ground. Through the
shifting of her skin her eyes darted about, landing on Beau before
attacking him. Ginna was still clutched to his chest; aware of this Beau
gripped her closely to him and twisted his back to the oncoming strikes.
Despite his quick reaction sharp tendrils still smacked against his
chest. To his absolute horror, one cut straight down the middle of
Ginnas left forearm and lodged itself in his chest plate.
Screaming in pain Ginna lurched back as the section past her
middle finger down to her elbow broke away. Throwing an arm out to
protect her from further harm Beau put himself between the monster
Asha had become and the wounded Daros.
A lethal tentacle struck straight out, cutting through the black
fabric of the under covering his neck. Blood and a clear fluid that he
figured to be the explosive gel that had been injected splattered down
the front of his brown armor. He felt no pain though as the shock of
Ginnas injury washed out every other emotion.
As Asha prepared to strike once more the crack of gun shots filled
the air, Pen, Quint and Chek opening fire on the twisted form that the
woman had become. Red spurts shot from the bullet holes and Asha
screamed, turning tell and dashing out of the Command Deck. Tearing
the paneling from the walls, she disappeared.
Seal the door! Pen cried out.
Chek rushed over the console with his rifle still raised as he
punched the codes in. The doors slamming to a close, Beau tended to
Ginna feeling his insides plummet into his boots. She was shaking,
clutching the remains of her arm to her chest, tears silently streaming
down her face. Her pale skin was fading out into a bleached white.
Quint, help me! Beau called out.
Pulling a canister from a pouch strapped to his leg the young man
dropped to his knees next to the two. Gingerly taking her arm he broke
the lid of the canister and dumped the entirety of its contents onto her
arm. Slathering the viscous white gel over the blood meat of her arm,
his lips trembled as he whispered to himself. Beau couldnt hear what
Quint was muttering to himself, and he didnt care. He held her head in
his lap, gently stroking her messy green hair an attempt to ease her.
He had failed Ginna.
For the past four years he protected the young Daros from harm,
keeping her safe and happy, doing all he could to have her suffer no
more pain or abuse. Now her she lay covered in her own blood.
Finished lathering Ginnas arm Quint stood away.
I used a numbing s-sealant bio gel. She w-wont bleed anymore
but t-the gel will de-degrade in a few hours. I d-dont have the proper
supplies t-to really patch her arm.
so did the cries of the mutants. True to his word, Pen did everything he
could to keep the beasts from reaching him.
Numbness gripping his mind Beau continued to run, all pretense
of stealth abandoned. The two hunters had covered a great deal of
ground back to the lift, and it was only a matter of few minutes before
he reached the now familiar doors. Miserable disbelief uncoiled in the
pit as he leaned against the wall, pressing the buttons on the panel
absent mindedly.
Pen was dead.
The man who had been so warm, kind, and willing to help others
was gone, claimed by the horror of the space station. Everywhere
around him was pain and death. Pens philosophy of life returned to
Beau and he couldnt help to think of whom he had put these numbing,
hopeless emotions upon through his career of sanctioned murder.
Exhaustion and despair enveloped him and he slid down the wall,
resting his head between his knees. Reeling his emotions inward he
tried to calm the building sorrow bellowing within his chest. Never
before had someone been in his life for such a short time and made
such an impact.
Abruptly the lift screeched to a halt, the ascent ending
prematurely, half way between the bridge and the level below.
Standing up cautiously he took a step as three spikes thrust through the
center of the floor, splaying out at the tip to find a grip. With
tremendous force the elevator was yanked downward throwing Beau
off balance. Disappearing from the floor, great claws began to jut
through the sealed crack of the door and threw them open.
desperately. Unable to move or escape the knife like edge her limbs
had become hovered over his body.
Jagged thin teeth broke into a smile before she spoke again, But
Ill make you suffer as I have suffered half breed.
Beau had no time to process what she called him as she drove the
point straight through his right hand piercing even through his knuckle
plate. Biting back a scream, Beau remained defiant, determined not to
give in to the Hagolens whims. Yanking down through his fingers the
monster tried to entice a cry of pain from the man, battling against
Beaus composure.
Scream.
Flesh engulfed his torn hand and snapped the wrist to a ninety
degree angle, effectively destroying his will power. Crying out he
writhed in pain to Ashas pleasure.
More.
The black mass of skin crept up to his shoulder and began to pull.
Bea groaned in agony as he felt the bone and tendons snap and break
under his skin. Throwing the limp limb aside Asha poised her razor
point over Beaus neck and slit his throat.
Black seeped into his vison as he faintly felt the Hagolen pull
away, at last easing her hold.
Die slowly, as we have before you, she hissed.
As darkness overtook his vision his mind faded.
Then he awoke, dimly aware of a red feathered face over his. His
helmet had been removed and was lying next to his head. Confusion
muffled his rattled mind, if he didnt know better the being above him
was
Keek?
Senses returning gradually, he realized that it was in fact the Kana
soldier whose blood still stained his boot.
How is this possible? I-I killed you, he stammered.
The Kanas eyes twinkled in the faint light.
I am not Keek. I never was, Beau.
Propping himself onto his right arm Beau looked incredulously at
the Kana. His mind clicked, and he looked down in astonishment that
his arm was still connected to his body. And to his arm, so was
connected the upper half of the Kana he had believed to be Keek.
I dont-what, he sputtered.
Keek was never here, Beau, you did not kill me. I had to behave
as such to fool Ohin, who you have met. I am Oviness, and in a sense, I
am your mother.
Beau shook his head.
I never had a mother, I dont understand.
The feathers melted into the Kanas face, morphing into a kind,
womanly face closely resembling his own.
Thats because you were created from me, twenty eight years
ago on this station.
Thunderstruck, Beau almost laughed.
Thats ridiculous, I was abandoned at Ageous 277, and then I
joined-
The Earth Colonial Military, the Hagolen finished for him.
How did you know?
I will tell you everything.
Smiling softly, the Oviness spoke, A very long time ago I was
captured by Dr. Hanson, on the world Lashada, of which we orbit. I was
taken from my pack and young to be tortured and experimented on,
my flesh taken and forcibly regrown. From my DNA they grew what
they called Applicators to spread the disease they engineered. The
others they captured were as distraught as I, heartbroken over the lives
we would inevitably take. Dont let Ohin impress upon you wrongly, we
are not ruthless killers. She is only bitter against me and the many years
of imprisonment.
Secretly we devised a plan of escape, turning into beings we
knew would trigger reactions from those who tormented us. Of us,
Ohin and I broke free with another, but the fourth had not chosen a
suitable disguise and remained unfree. We killed the Applicator pallets,
as well as the few experiments made from our flesh. But I could not do
this, to take an innocent life. From me they made you, a helpless child,
and I could neither leave nor destroy you.
Being a nameless soldier I was just as expendable, and was given the
assignment. It was then that I found you, bound to a chair as you were
sentenced to a suicide mission. Chek and I were not allowed to act as
you were injected, as we had been as well. Of course I was able to
reject it, but I did not wish to put Chek in danger. So I watched over you
once again here, painfully keeping myself from you even though I knew
you wouldnt remember who I was. When Asha appeared, I was
suspicious. I could not remember but she resembled one of the doctors
that conducted the HG-00 tests.
I realized I was correct in my judgment when I found you having
been attacked, but I could not reveal my nature to Ohin. Her hatred for
you was still strong, and I feared what she would do to you if I truly
intervened. When we fought the Applicator, I had to play dead to
continue the charade, and Im so sorry for the pain it caused you. I
stayed behind, keeping an eye at a distance. After you discovered Ohin
for what she truly was, she took to riling up as many infected beings as
she could, gathering a mob about her to draw towards you.
Great deals of them were killed by Pen, and now that she
believes you dead, I doubt she will attempt to gather any more. Most
likely she is looking for a true escape, for while she may be free of the
labs she is still a prisoner to the station.
The whole story seemed outlandish to Beau, but it somehow
made sense to him. He was alive and there was a woman growing from
where he once had an arm so he felt there was little room to argue.
Instead he asked, How am I alive?
Her lips turned up slightly though the smile didnt reach her sad
eyes.
I was too late, and I found you dying. To save you, I fused myself
to your body, combining to the DNA taken from me to birth you. I took
the explosive gel from your neck and mended you. As you slept I
became integrated into your nervous system, and through this I
rewired your damaged neurological structure. Any damage Dr. Hanson
did to you I repaired. Healing a mind is not an easy thing to do, but I
believe I have studied the human brain enough to understand how to
mend you. I also undid your memory wipe, Beau.
Do you remember?
Beau looked at her in puzzlement as she looked hopefully at him.
Then he realized he did remember. He remembered being a young boy,
using pipes to fence with Oviness, learning to fight against the various
species she impersonated. He remembered sleeping against her as she
became large hairy creatures that radiated warmth. As memories filled
his mind, tears did the same to his eyes.
Why did you take this from me?
Oviness smiled sadly, Im so sorry Beau. I believed it to be for the
best.
How long was I asleep? he asked as he wiped his eyes.
Its been maybe an hour since I found you, she replied.
We have to get back up to the deck. Ginna needs me.
The mouth on his knuckle plate smiled, We are one now, our
nerves and blood mix. You can control me as I can do the same to you.
However I relinquish control to you so you may function normally as a
human.
But Im not human, not completely.
You are what you choose to be, Beau, Oviness told him as the
doors slid open.
He was human, a human who killed for profit, and then benefited
from the deaths of strangers whom he deemed worthy to die. Bounty
hunting was sanctioned in all the Empires, but did that matter? Beau
was a murderer, a ruthless killer that had been engineered in a lab to
end lives. He remembered the faux Keek, how he had only been a
persona, and didnt actually die. The action had crippled Beau. What
made that different from the dozens of others he had dealt death?
Because Keek had been innocent, there was no price on his head.
Beau felt a twisting conflict, the emotions of crushing the imitation
Kanas skull in still fresh mixing with the relief he hadnt murdered
someone innocent. The line of thought was clouding his mind, and
Beau decided to suppress it, focusing on the task ask at hand as his
mind returned to Ginna.
Worry clung to Beau like a haze as he realized just how long he
had been gone. It had to be almost two hours between searching for
the supplies and revival. Quint had said the gel would stop the bleeding
and pain but that it wouldnt last for too long.
Stepping onto the deck he saw Ginna lying on the ground, her
head resting against Hess. The red scarf was wrapped around the
Daross neck, the deep red a stark contrast to her deathly white skin.
Hess was speaking softly to Ginna who was gripping to the broken
brown helmet. Beau could hear the Bleen speaking, You strong. You
will live.
Quint and Chek stood to meet him as he returned the rifle to the
soldier and handed the cast and medicine to the young man.
Looking past Beau, he could see Quint frown, his dark brows
furrowing in sadness, Pen didnt make it did h-he?
No, Beau said softly, he stayed back to make sure the meds
made it back.
Hanging his head, Quint bit his lip and drew his good over his
black hair. Taking the supplies he began to tend to the injured, starting
with Ginna first. Carefully he peeled the congealed white ooze from the
Daross arm, revealing the torn meat underneath. She didnt seem to
notice, her green eyes hazy. Sealing the metal tube to her the remains
of the limb, Quint stood away.
That s-should do it. The cast will preserve t-the wound until we ccan get her to p-proper care. Its t-too late to reattach the severed bit,
so sh-shell need a prosthetic.
Thank you, Quint, Beau said.
Preparing to aid the others wounds the young black man turned
from Beau.
Im sorry, too, he added.
Swiveling his head around Quints brows rose inquisitively over his
shining eyes, For what?
For when I punched you, that was wrong of me.
Oh, um, th-thats ok, he said awkwardly.
No, its not ok. I acted poorly and irrationally.
Quint shrugged and nodded uncertainly, Thank you.
As he medicated the others Beau knelt down to Ginna, taking her
hand.
Thank you for watching over her, Beau told the Bleen.
Hess smiled eerily, her lipless mouth curling to show all her teeth.
Ginna strong, she said.
Yes, she really is, he said before looking down at the girl, how
are you feeling?
Like garbage, she groaned.
Well get you out of here, Beau promised.
Placing a hand on the cast that protected her arm, he felt a surge
of guilt over her injury.
How did you know we couldnt trust Asha? he asked.
I just didnt like the way she looked at you, Ginna said, her voice
blurry, I knew she was going to make you uncomfortable.
Cupping her face he squeezed her hand and told her to rest. She
made no argument, and closed her eyes and nestled herself under
Pens old coat. Rising away from Ginna he left her in Hesss care.
Walking to Chek he attracted his attention.
We have to destroy Kaskurst, Beau told the Kana.
Chek blinked at him before slowly shaking his head in agreement,
Empire is wrong, I will not help conquer allies.
Letting Quint finish his work on Dr. Hanson and Hess, he called the
two men over to join him. Quickly Beau explained that the station dealt
with and told them of the explosives that were worked into the halls.
Can we detonate them from here? Beau asked Hanson.
Well, yes, but we would have little time to make a get-away. And
the destruction would only be mostly internal and we have no way of
telling how functional the system remains.
Quint spoke up, I s-saw something about emergency c-counter
measures while I hacked int-to the captains computer b-base. I think I
could se-set up a timer.
Good, can you get started on that? Beau asked.
Quint smiled and set to work immediately at a terminal, ticking
away at the keyboard.
Theres one more thing, because youll all figure this see sooner
or later, Beau announced hesitantly, Oviness?
Holding out his right arm the Hagolen took shape, forming his arm
into a snake like figure adorned with three red eyes. Dr. Hanson cried
out in fear, and Chek raised his rifle in alarm. Quint stifled a yell, and
Ginna woke groggily from the out bursts, her face filling with
bewilderment. Hess was the only one to not react, simply looking on
with blank curiosity.
Let me explain!
Chek kept the barrel of his gun level with his head as Beau told
the story with the aid of Oviness, revealing Asha as Ohin and telling of
how he was attacked and saved. Oviness divulged Beaus origin and of
how he became reunited with the Hagolen.
I dont believe it, Dr. Hanson said in awe, youre the only pure
surviving Applicator, the last of my trails.
No, I am human, Beau said, enunciating his words sharply.
This explains so much, your natural ability to fight, your
gravitation toward hunting. That is how you were made, that is your
purpose.
That changes nothing, he is human, the serpent growing from
his arm said, Do not forget who you speak to, beings who have been
imprisoned do not take kindly to their captors.
These words silenced the doctor, but the excitement and wonder
didnt leave his features.
How do w-we know youre really B-Beau? I suppose I c-could
scan you, Quint said uneasily.
He smells of Beau, Hess hissed out.
Eyes turned to regard the Bleen, who stated again, He smells of
Beau, no change.
Quint and Chek still seemed unconvinced, and Ginnas face was
lined with fear. Her evident confusion and distrust sent a jab through
Beaus chest, but an idea clicked in his head. Pulling the dark helmet
from his head he met her gaze.
Striding to the girl he pulled from his belt the pendant that Ginna
left in his care, replacing the emerald jewelry between her horns. As he
adorned it to its rightful place, Ginnas face eased.
It is you, she whispered, relief flooding her voice.
They smiled at each other as Oviness interjected, If I may, I can
remove the gel from your neck.
Ginnas grin faltered, but as her eyes slid down from the Oviness
to the point where she joined Beaus body, she consented. Mouth
opening, two slim fangs slid from the Hagolens jaw. Puncturing Ginnas
neck, she pumped the deadly slurry out from her veins and spat it on to
the floor.
As the teeth pulled from her throat, the wound bled only slightly
and quickly began to clot. Stretching out, Oviness offered the same to
Hess and the others, who agreed an air of ambivalence. Free from the
Kanas sludge that festered within them Quint and Chek became more
accepting of the new addition.
Alright, were r-ready, Quint declared.
Ok, lets go, Beau said as he picked Ginna up.
W-we have twenty minutes before whatever ac-active explosives
go off, Quint told them as they all rushed toward the elevator.
Crowding inside the lift was programmed to take them back to the level
Chek bobbed his head but spoke uncertainly, We are good. But
prepare for crash land.
Strapping themselves in they all watched as the hellish space
station was torn apart, the chunks flying away toward the planet below.
Onboard the gravitational management systems must have been
destroyed, Kaskurst began to plummet down as well as it was sucked
down by gravity.
Can we glide this into the water, near an island?
Yes, Chek assured him.
Leaning back into his seat, Beau let out a sigh. Sitting next to
Ginna, he eased the broken helmet from her hand. Taking the looted
armor he replaced it with his familiar piece and tried booting up the
HUD.
What are you doing? Ginna asked hoarsely.
Im going to try to contact Cide, Beau answered her.
He knew it was futile, the helmet too damaged to function
properly to operate. Despite this, Beau continued to tamper with the
equipment, willing the system to activate.
Maybe we c-can use pods systems? Quint suggested.
Chek flicked a switch, lighting up the communication board. As he
did so, a clatter filled the air as it received a signal.
What is that? Beau asked the Kana.
Desen code, the soldier replied.
CHAPTER THREE
sailed above the rosy oceans. Islands large and small dotted the
oceanscape, the frothing waves swirling beneath far below. During the
rocky descent Beau strained to recall what he could of the world.
He knew Lashada primarily uninhabited, no official colonies
settled amongst the many islands. It a relatively hostile environment,
between the unforgiving winds and perilous jungle islands, few even
considered even pass by the planet. The planet was on the fringes of
the Kana Empire, bordering the Demur Empire space and the Earth
Colonial Front. Because of its relatively remote location it received little
traffic, used as smugglers check point or for game hunters tracking the
enormous gliding reptiles that were native to the planet.
Even out the view ports, he could make out the creatures, twice
as big as the shuttle, drifting on the fierce winds across the expanse of
water. Limbs like tree trunks spread against the wind as the sagging,
scaly skin carried the reptiles from island to island.
Eight kilometers t-to the source of t-the signal, Quint called out.
As their altitude decreased so did Cheks ability to steer against
the turbulence. Quint grabbed the pilots yolk with the Kana and
together they fought to keep on track.
Can you pin point where the Desen signal is coming from? Beau
asked.
Quint tacked away at the console and shook his head, No, b-but
itll be on an-any landmass big enough f-for a colony.
Looking through the front screen were at least a dozen islands
and of those two of them looked to be likely candidates. Scanning the
horizon he spotted far off into the distance Kaskurst crashing toward
the planet surface, breaking apart into fiery pieces. Watching the
station with fascination, he noticed that under the scene was a blatant
irregularity in the tree line of one of the islands.
Extending a finger he pointed this out asking, The trees seem to
be less dense there, do you think the Desen might be there?
Peering at it Quint shrugged.
Desen c-colonies are primarily underground and the t-tunnels
spread for m-miles, Quint stated as he replaced his mask with a snap,
if there is a c-clearing in the trees, itll pr-probably be for a small space
p-port, but there would b-be no way to get t-there from the surface.
Hoping it to be true, Beau leaned back into his seat as Chek
announced for the group to brace themselves. Gliding in at about a
hundred meters from the surface they were fortunate to be making a
water landing close to a shoreline. Even more fortunate was the fact
that the shore would be the island Beau had singled out.
Gripping to their seats they prepared themselves for the impact
against the pink water, Ginna holding tightly to Beaus hand. With a
forceful crash they skimmed the waves, bounding back into the air
before coming back down, skipping like this twice more. Hitting a
button Quint deployed floatation buoys from the pod, keeping the craft
from being consumed by the ocean.
Waves and wind set them drifting to white sanded shore, the
beach lined with massive, broad flora. Green leaves form an opaque
wall of leaves, hardly any sunlight shining through the few gaps. Using
the sporadic bursts from the engines Chek was able to beach the
escape pod and began to match the pressure.
Lifting Ginna up tenderly from her seat, Beau held the small
Daros as the others prepared to venture out. Leaning her head into his
chest plate, Ginnas horns scratched nosily against his plate as Quint
and Chek zeroed in on the Desen signal. Shortly after Beau replaced the
black helmet he looted, and the pressurization was complete. Chek put
a talon on the latch, looking out over the party.
Desen are here, and we will find, he said, stay close, do not
separate.
With that, the Kana pushed the hatch of the vessel open, the wind
ripping it from his hand. Collectively the stumbled as the gale sucked at
them, however they kept their footing. Jumping out with the grounding
support of Oviness, Beau splashed down into knee deep brine. Behind
him he could hear the floundering sloshes as the others leaped from
the hatch after him.
Leaning against the wind they sloped toward the small beach,
sand clinging to their wet legs. The shore was only a few meters long,
and the way the waves lashed against the shore indicated that it was
high tide. Pushing through the human sized leaves of the plant life they
took shelter, the wind almost dead off at once along with most of the
shining rays of sunlight. Leaning against a wide trunk, Beau became
aware of just how exhausted he really was. His legs and left arm felt like
stone, the adrenaline rushes, fighting and running taking a toll on his
body.
Unlikely. Groba are main food. Aguons will not bother, Chek
answered.
Impressed with the Kanas knowledge of ecology, Beau promised
himself to brush up on the exotic life that filled the galaxy.
Time moved almost as languidly as their speed and impatience
and anxiety festered on the fringes of Beaus mind.
Do you know if we are any closer? he asked.
Chek raised a hand to halt, the orange plate of his helmet facing
up. Tilting his head skyward, Beau searched for what the Kana possibly
could have spotted. After several seconds of staring he almost gave up
as six long, segmented forms unfurled from the trees up above.
Dropping down to the ground Beau recognized them as Desen,
the species against which the Kana waged war. The insectoid aliens
hailed from the planet Beesh, the twin planet of Kana. Beau knew little
of the politics, however he knew the conflict began when the Desen
wished to break away and become independent. Fiercely proud, the
Kana didnt take well to any loss to their Empire and began at once to
suppress the Desen separatists.
Lengthy chitin covered bodies swayed, the three sets of legs on
each end of their carapace. Large mandibles clicked and clattered under
bulbous, unblinking compound eyes. In their hands they carried energy
rifles as well as a small, round device each. Waving their antenna
through the air, the Desen spoke to one another through their
clattering. Beau knew along with the clattering the insectoids were
filling the air with pheromones to dictate their tone.
least they evoke the wrath of the Kana Empire. There is no escape from
Lashada.
What if we had a ship to contact? Beau asked.
Then we will allow you to our communications, if you aid us in
our departure as well.
As the Desen spoke to them, a second crawled in wiggling its
antenna in excitement.
KinBeesh tells me a second shuttle has landed in the space port.
Is this an ally?
Shock ripped through Beau. The only shuttle it could that it could
be is the one Ohin stole. Why hadnt she warped away from the planet?
No, there is no one onboard that we call a friend, Beau said.
Tilting its rounded head, KeloBeesh communicated, Then we
shall be weary. You must rest now, warm bloods, and we will devise
this plan. I see you have wounded. You may leave her in our care.
A Desen skittered forward extending its three pairs of arms, and
reluctantly Beau handed the barely conscious Daros over. She barely
stirred as she was taken, her lids half closed and mouth a thin open slit.
In her hands she still held the ruined helmet.
Take good care of her, he said.
We will give her our best care, human, KeloBeesh said, you
will be shown to your quarters. Feel free to explore our home, but we
must insist you do not leave the Hive.
Walking from the Desens hole in the wall they were led back to
the surface into the subterranean city. Ahead Beau could see the Desen
who had taken Ginna, tenderly carrying her into a shack. Making a
mental note, Beau told himself he would check on her after making
contact with Cide.
A block from Ginnas shack they came to a stop in front of one of
the small domed buildings made of stone and Desen excretions.
Here is will you may stay, the Desen said, please remember to
stay within Hive boundaries, and do not venture too closely to
quarantine zone.
With that the alien scuttled away to carry out its other duties.
Stepping inside, Beau had to duck his head slightly to avoid the low
ceiling, but it was nothing compared to the stance Hess had to take.
Along the walls were divots filled with foliage from the jungle above,
pillowing the rough surface of the cavern floor.
Hess crouched onto one of the piles of bedding and collapsed,
falling into sleep quickly. Chek sat in the spot next to her and removed
his helmet as Dr. Hanson settled down across from the two aliens.
Quint lingered in the doorway before settling down in his own corner
away from the others.
While he felt drained of energy Beau felt restless and jittery.
Leaving the three he announced, Im going to find the communications
and see if I can make contact with my ship.
Wandering through the bizarre settlement Beau searched around
for an insectoid that didnt seem too busy. Many of the alien bugs
watched him curiously, and while they had been welcoming he felt
slightly unnerved being unable to read their faces. Looking into the
great black eyes Beau realized such emotions were hypocritical, as his
own face was hidden by the mask of armor. Removing the cracked
helmet, his skin was met with cool air and the smell of damp clinging to
his nose.
Continuing his search he walked amongst the Desen, watching
them go about their daily life. Clinging to the walls of the cave dozens
worked in the flickering shadows above, grabbing globs of gunk from
their mouth as they built more structures. He realized that many of
them probably hadnt lived in this part of the colony, and the surge in
population obviously called for more dwellings.
Beau wondered just how many of the Desen were refugees in
their own home.
After several minutes the hunter came to an opening in the cave
wall, the entrance sealed with the plating and the goo the Desen
created. Four guards rested on the ground, their rifles aimed at the wall
rather than any passerby. From the sounds that clanged faintly on the
opposite side, Beau could guess why.
As he approached the guards took notice, waving their antenna in
greeting. To his luck, one of them held a small orb.
Hello, human. We must ask you to stay away from this place.
Im sorry, Im just looking for the communications, Beau told
them.
I will take you. Just know you any transmissions will be
monitored.
Leaving its post the Desen lead Beau away, guiding through the
winding roads. Block after block passed him by as he followed the alien
down through the colony. Finally the Desen showed him into a dingy
hut filled with hardware jumbled together. A lone Desen worked away
along the consoles, its many hands jumping around keyboards and
knobs.
Turning to meet its guests, the Desen shook and clattered to
Beaus escort.
KaBeesh will help you with communications, it told him as it
left the shack.
Unable to properly communicate with the each other, Beau
hesitated before speaking.
I need to reach a ship docked at Ovroc Station, he said.
Head rocking back in forth the Desen fidgeted before scurrying
off. Returning quickly, the alien held in its hands a holoboard, writing
on the transparent screen with its fingers. Finishing its work, KaBeesh
raised the board to Beau, the practiced, digital scrawl.
We have no allies at Ovroc who will help. We have tried.
I do, and if I can reach him he can help.
Chittering in excitement KaBeesh led Beau to one of the mix
matched terminals. Turning dials and clicking at the buttons the Desen
sent a signal out through the cosmos.
A connection was made shortly after, a bored voice crackling
through static.
Look, weve told you a dozen times, we cant send any ships out.
Were in Kana Empire space and we just cant risk-
Im not involved in the war, Im trying to reach a ship docked at
one of your ports, Beau interrupted.
Oh! Youre human! Uh, sure, what dock do you need to be
routed to?
Give me dock 3850CH.
Alright, Ill patch you to them.
As the link click off it flared back to static before a familiar, tinny
voice picked up through the white noise.
Input code, Cide demanded.
3MM2P7, Beau recited.
Confirmed: Hello Beau, the droid said.
Cide were stranded on Lashada and need a pick up. Is the
warship still watching the station?
No sir, the cruiser warped away after your departure.
Good, Beau said feeling elated, how soon can you depart.
I can leave as soon as I receive your coordinates, sir.
Leaning around KaBeesh tacked away at the buttons, sending
their location to the droid.
Sent it your way, Cide, hope to see you soon, Beau said.
I will arrive shortly, Cide replied.
How did you know though? As soon as you saw her you didnt
trust her.
I didnt know, I dont think there is anyway any of us could
except for Oviness. I just didnt like the way she looked at you, she
seemed like the type to make you uncomfortable.
Beau couldnt find any words to express his gratitude to the young
Daros, so instead he reached over and gave her hand a squeeze.
Cide is coming, Beau finally said, well be getting out of here in
a few hours. The only problem is the space port is over run.
I kind of remember hearing that, but I thought I was dreaming,
Ginna said.
She bit her lip before speaking.
Youre not going to leave me again are you?
No, Beau assured her, were all going. Ill carry you if I have to.
Good. Im ready to be back home, she said as she leaned back.
Resting her head down on the pillow Ginna closed her green eyes
before murmuring, Im sort of tired.
Ill let you rest; were going to need it.
Are we taking any Desen with us? We cant just leave them
here.
Beau considered it, before saying, Yes, we can help evacuate
those we can. Ohin brought the shuttle down for some reason, so we
might be able to use that too.
I never wanted the job, and I never really thought about the
money. Im not playing Thabuss game.
Relief visibly flooded the doctors face. While it was true Beau had
no interest in completing this bounty and finishing whatever plan the
Kana Empire had composed, he still felt conflicted about his decision.
Hanson had created something horrifically evil and devastating, but
who would he hand him over to for profit but the Kana? For the time
being, he would just keep tabs on the doctors activities.
Taking shape, Oviness extend out, returning to her serpentine
form. Extending out she came face to face with the human doctor.
I do not agree, she said causing Hanson to look up in alarm.
You have aided the Kana Empire in committing treaty breaches
against several Empires who they have allied with. You WILL be held
responsible for your actions, or I will throw you into the quarantine and
let you survive your own handiwork.
Gaping, the doctor stared at Hagolen with eyes as wide as
saucers.
Oviness, lets worry about getting off Lashada before we do
anything with him. We can turn him in over to the Earthen Colonies if
we have too, Beau said, not wanting to lose the doctor they worked so
hard to find.
She seemed to find this acceptable, slithering through the air back
to Beau as she stared Hanson down with steely eyes.
This will not work, a voice hissed.
Both have its benefits. If we can strike Kana then the Empire will
realize it isnt as powerful as it thinks, but if we can attack the Imperial
Station, Oviness said trailing off.
We could end the Kana Empire, Beau finished for her.
Nodding her head, the Hagolen urged, Take us to KeloBeesh,
maybe we can end this pointless war and stop this disease before it
spreads to any other planets.
Chek stood and joined Beau as he walked from the low sleeping
quarters. Hanson and Hess opted to stay behind and rest. He couldnt
blame them, Hanson had been living on edge for a week and Hess must
be exhausted after the events on Kaskurst. As they reached the leader
Desens dwelling, they were met by another guard.
What is your business, warm bloods? the guard asked, the rifle
it held aiming directly toward Chek.
We need to speak to KeloBeesh about evacuation plans, Beau
told the guard.
Antenna perking up, they were ushered let inside immediately.
Walking the same path as before Chek and Beau met once again with
the enormous alien.
Hello again, warm bloods. How may I help you?
Ive established contact with my ship, and it is on its way here,
Beau told the Desen.
This is grand news human, KeloBeesh said.
We also can use the shuttle, and we will help with any
evacuation that we can. Any civilians that can go right now can use my
ship for transportation to another Hive. My ship will be here in a matter
of standard hours.
The chitin plates on the Desen rattled in excitement, This is
grand news! I will set preparations at once. If we can reach other Hives
that can assist we can purge the sickness. Soon we may rebuild another
Hive free of this disease!
There is more we need to tell you, Beau said evenly.
Of course, human, what is it?
Do you know what a Hagolen is?
KeloBeesh stared down at Beau, the antenna waving about in the
air.
I know little of the race. I only know of their unique qualities.
Beau explained to the Desen about the special set of
circumstances that had befallen him, and told them of the plan to strike
against the Kana Empire.
That is most interesting, human. Can you show me though?
From his right arm a miniature Desen erupted forth, waving its
legs in the air. If Desens were capable of facial expressions, Beau would
have paid hard credits to see what KeloBeesh would have looked like.
Clattering his mandibles the Desen reeled back in shock. Recovering
from the sudden outburst from Beaus body, KeloBeesh leaned in
closer, inspecting the form Oviness had chosen.
Just think about that. They could have killed you, all of us, and
we wouldnt have seen it coming. But here we are, in their home. Small
steps are all it takes. Maybe if the Kana learn acceptance, the war will
end?
I do not see an end to war, the Kana said.
There was almost sadness in his voice.
These words are strange from a bounty hunter, Chek added.
Im starting to think Ive made the wrong career choices, Beau
said defensively.
Chek didnt respond, but he didnt mind. The avian seemed lost in
thought and Beau still felt strange talking on the principles of life and
killing. Walking through the door of their quarters Chek set himself back
down, replacing his helmet. Laying himself down in his own green pile
across from Quint, Beau finally let himself rest.
His limbs felt like lead and concrete, exhaustion finally overtaking
him. Mind drifting he realized the last he had slept was on the shuttle
to Kaskurst. The trip almost felt like a life time ago and life felt so much
simpler. Before it was kill or be killed and profit from it. Now he wasnt
so sure. Dreamily floating through his foggy thoughts, he was shaken
back to reality with by a soft grip.
Blinking sleepily he looked into gemstone green eyes.
Ginna?
About time youre awake! the Daros said happily.
What are you doing here? Shouldnt you be resting?
Beau looked behind him to Ginna. She was trooping on, her pale face
flushed but determined.
Stay close to me when we get on the other side, he said quietly
to her.
Gazing up she nodded her acknowledgement. Ahead Hess and
Chek had reached the opposite opening and held the grate open for the
large group. On the opposite side of the barricade the colony was in
shambles. Rubbish and scraps littered the dark tunnel, crunching
underfoot. Exposed wires still sparked around their destroyed lighting,
sending flashes through the blackness. The carved stone walls were
splattered much as the halls of Kaskurst had been.
Gripping his arm Ginna shook unsteadily, relying on her friend for
support.
Here, Ill carry you, Beau said hunching down.
Thank you, the Daros replied, climbing on his back.
Reassuring his grip on her with his left arm, Oviness extended to
grab his sword for him. Clicking the blade out, the Hagolen kept the
form of a human arm save for its snake like quality.
Activating his communications system on his wrist pad, he hailed
the droid waiting for them.
Were on our way now. Be ready for some passengers.
Yes, sir, Cide replied.
Lights flashed on from the group, lighting the grisly burrow.
Taking point two Desen warriors began to lead them forward, followed
by the hunters and civilians and finally tailed by the remaining two
soldiers.
The sound of mandibles chattering nervously surrounded them,
the uneasy thick in the air. Once again Beau tried to imagine what HG00 did to Desen. As kind as they were, the species was rather
intimidating looking, and the Applicators could only make them more
horrific.
Creeping through the winding passage the terror that had befallen
the Hive became more and more evident. Chunks of dried meat
covered in chitin littered the rock flooring, blood dried to a black crust.
Death clung to this place, and the not so distant calls of freaks promised
more.
Holding their arms out, the soldiers halted the group. Aiming their
lights around the two waved their antenna in the air as if searching.
Clacking to each other the pair moved forward cautiously.
Dropping from the ceiling three massive forms fell to the guides,
their cries splitting the air and their innumerable glinting through shiny
plaque and grit.
Busy tearing the Desen leads to shreds Beau was able to get a
good look at the monsters. A massive maw cleaved down to the midriff
of the insectoid freaks with unseeing pale eyes set above the jagged
teeth. Their many limbs were twice as long as the average Desens, the
shell textured and colored almost exactly like the cave walls. Most
disturbingly were the enhanced mandibles was still posed on the upper
jaw, pulling the uninfected Desen into their gullets.
Having not much time to truly process the sight Beau acted
quickly. Lunging out, Oviness thrust forward clutching the bounty
hunters sword. Engulfing one of the mutated Desen whole she ravaged
the freak, the blade finding its way in between the plating. Those who
carried weapons opened fire, unloading round after round into the
remaining creatures. Falling to the hailing attacks the morphed bodies
crumpled, their tattered, gunky flesh mixing with the warriors who just
met their end.
Retreating back to his side Oviness reformed into his arm as the
hunters took the lead. Joining them at the front the surviving Desen
soldiers kept their dual rifles aimed high and even, chattering
incoherently. Stepping over the ruined bodies they pushed onward,
vigilant and on edge.
Is that what they looked like on Kaskurst? Ginna whispered.
Pretty much, Beau replied softly.
Unable to fully see her expression, he heard her mutter Gross,
to herself. Ahead the tunnel branched away to the right, the left
passage echoing much more loudly than the other. Leading them to the
right the soldiers glanced warily at the left hand side, antenna
drooping.
Whats down that way? Beau asked.
Fumbling with its equipment one of the Desen soldiers whirled
one of the linguistic orbs between its hands saying, The Hive.
Being so close to what had once been home must be painful
knowing what a hell hole it had become. Moving along the uneven path
each Desen looked down the way to home, to all they had once known.
Beau had no such connections, his home where ever he saw fit.
Sometimes it was his ship, other times renting out a small room on a
backwater world. Whatever worked was how he had lived, it fit his
lifestyle.
Turning his head slightly he looked sidelong at Ginna. It had fit
him, but what about her? Maybe it was time for a change. She
deserved a real home, not quarters on a space ship.
Lost in thought he almost tripped as the ground stared sloping
upwards. Catching his footing he looked up and saw the faintest of a
pinpoint of natural light. Flickering ahead were feral shadows, blotting
out the sunlight as freaks wandered the outside and inner lip of the
tunnel.
Guns aimed and ready the small crowd advanced upward
carefully. Beside him, Quint had his bead set straight, his glowing eyes
flicking every which way.
Holding up alright kid?
Ye-yeah, I t-think so, the young man said.
Unsure of how to precede further, Beau decided now wasnt the
time to reassure of speak. Thunking ahead good sized rock tumbled
down the incline, followed by a slithering mass. To his surprise Quint
was the first to shoot, the nervous, timid boy being the first to react to
danger. A crack shot through the air and hit the Desen freak dead on,
slowing it but not killing it. After a few short moments it lay dead,
riddled with holes from the groups cache of weapons. Quints bullet
gave them the opportunity they needed to take it down within a matter
of seconds.
Beau couldnt help but feel impressed by Quints shot.
Peeling away from the walls and ceiling more dormant monsters
reared up to be met by a storm of bullets. Fighting now was much
different, the hunters much more prepared for conflict. Before they
were sent in with what they had on hand but now they had the backing
of a platoons worth of ammunition.
One by one the freaks that dared charge them fell lifeless to the
ground, those not killed by gunfire sliced and lacerated by Beaus
sword. Oviness reached far out, dodging and weaving up to twenty
meters away ahead as she half dragged Beau forward. The opening to
the space port was as big as his fist now by comparison, lighting the
tunnel enough for there to be no more need for flashlights.
Slowing their pace the last of the mutated insects fell limply to
dust as blood and bile oozed from its mouth, its corpse pumped full of
lead. Reaching the tunnel entrance they stayed in the shadows, the
civilian Desen clicking fearfully to each other.
Outside was a great clearing, the patched, even ground bathed in
the fading rays of red sunlight. It lay in a great bowl of metal workings
and Desen spit, shielding ships taking off and landing from the vicious
torrents of wind. Scraps from ship hulls and the frameworks of
dismantled craft lay chaotically in the space port, the twisted metal
jutting from the dirt. Within the starship grave yard sat one remaining
intact ship, nestled at the far end of the port.
Even from here, Beau could see it was in fact the shuttle they had
taken to Kaskurst. Scattered about the ship were dozens of corpses,
Desen freaks that had no doubt met the bloodthirsty Ohin. Walking
through the bodies a few dozen living monsters milled about, several
clinging to the surface of the ship. At the distance, Beau wasnt too sure
but it looked as if they were trying to peel the plating away.
He couldnt let the shuttle become like the shells around him.
Sir, I am closing in on your position now, Cides voice said in his
ear.
On the horizon, just over the edge of the rugged wall, Beau could
just barely make out the familiar circle of his ship. Hitching Ginna up
higher on his back Beau marched forward staying mindful of the sharp
strips of metal.
Unfortunately not many were as mindful as he. Behind him one of
the Desen civilians became tangled in wiring, the cords still attached to
a framework of a large ship. Through its struggles to break free the
Desen pulled the metal beams it was connected to crashing down,
crushing the insectoid with several others.
Rebounding throughout the domed structure, the sound of metal
on metal tore through air accompanied by the sickening crunch of the
unlucky Desen being squashed. At once the creatures detached from
the ship and began scurrying toward the company at break neck speed.
We didnt even make it out ten steps, Ginna moaned.
Bounding toward them the freak Desens bodies split to reveal
their gaping mouths filled with gore stained fangs. From behind back in
instinct those that saw their brethren torn to pieces turned tail and
bounded toward Beaus ship, their many legs carrying them over the
carnage of mutants and shrapnel.
With the area clear of friendly targets Beau ordered into his mic,
Cide open fire!
In moments red bolts flashed past from the ship, lighting the port
with their burning energy. Hitting the swarm of insectoids they were
burst into flaming pieces, the charred giblets of flesh flying through the
air. Blast after blast ripped the ground apart, decimating all life from
the tunnel entrance in a storm of plasma. Smoldering craters dotted
the ground about the mouth of the cave, which itself had doubled in
size from the torrent of explosions. Blackened chunks of bodies smoked
everywhere and not a trace of movement could be seen.
How many made it on board? Beau asked Cide over his helmets
comm link.
Eight survivors are on board, sir, the droid replied.
Eight. Out of the near twenty that accompanied them, only eight
made it out alive, including the warriors that were to aid them in the
scheme to strike against the Kana. But they had delivered a handful of
refugees, and from them soon this whole colony would be saved.
Reaching the Rabbit Hole, Cide met them at the landing ramp.
Gently letting go of Ginna, the Daros jumped down from his back.
Ginna, go with Cide, we have to go back into the Hive, Beau told
her?
Hopping aboard, Quint filed past the droid, looking back briefly at
the hunters. As he disappeared around the bend, Cide stepped down
the ramp.
What are you orders?
Take the Desen to the nearest Hive and wait for me there. When
you reach the Hive send me the coordinates and well do what we can
to help the colony after we finish this.
I didnt realize we had become a refugee service, the droid said
as his personality chip kicked in.
Not in the mood for the droids sass Beau replied sharply, Just
take the Desen, Cide. Or Ill leave you deactivated for a week.
Harsh, sir, the droid replied, I will take them and we will wait.
Keep Ginna safe, Beau told Cide as the droid ascended the
walkway.
Yes sir, Ill make she doesnt suffer so much as a scrapped knee.
Closing with a hiss of air the ramp sealed itself. Moments later the
Rabbit Hole began to lift away, racing toward the stars within seconds.
Breathing a sigh, Beau turned to the few that remained with him, the
last of the party.
Ok, lets get started, he said, Hess and Hanson prep the shuttle
for launch. Chek, Oviness and I will go find the armory and well be back
as soon as possible.
Only twice she struck out with lightning speed, spearing a freak waiting
to drop onto its prey.
Finally they met the branching paths and listened carefully down
the passage way that led to the infected Hive. Faintly the sounds of
distant cries echoed to them, and to his surprise they seemed
diminished. Maybe they had made a difference. As he thought this
Beau remembered Ohin was somewhere in the Hive, no doubt on a
warpath. Oviness had shown she was more than capable of handling
the mutants even when attached to Beaus torso, dismantling bodies
effortlessly even with the hindrance of being connected to another life
form. The prospect of a fully independent Hagolen was terrifying, the
destruction Ohin could unleash unmatched by anything anyone could
do single handedly.
Stepping tentatively down the path they kept their guard up.
Creeping silently along they met no conflict, the only sound to be heard
was the soft scuff of their feet and the far off wrenching cries.
Glistening wetly in the beams of light, dead freaks lay in heaps of
carnage. No bullet wounds or energy burns could be seen, the damage
done dealt by what looked to be bite marks and flesh torn forcefully
from the body. Ohin was definitely the perpetrator of the gruesome
acts, leaving hardly any of the Desen with more than half their body.
The alien blood was just beginning to dry, the thick sludge of gore
sticking to the bottom of their boots with sickening splats. Beau
remembered the crew members on Kaskurst, just outside the
command deck. It sunk in that Ohin had been killing pointlessly just as
much as the monsters the crew had helped create.
Ohin came this way, keep an eye out for her, Beau told Chek.
been stood Oviness, a great tumor like mass of hard bone that had
expanded from within the monster. Rivets of ooze seeped from her
surface as Oviness shrank back down to form Beaus arm, the organic
armor to mimic his growing from her skin.
Sorry about that, I didnt think to do that at first, she said
simply.
Wiping the much from his visor Beau was dumbstruck.
How about a little warning next time, this is disgusting, he said
his voice shaking.
Beside him Chek struggled to wipe the bits of brain and blood
from his orange face plate, the armor clad talons doing nothing to
remove it from the surface. Assisting his friend, Beau swiped the gunk
away for the Kana as best he could; he started cleaning off most of the
mess except for a few slight smears on the visor. Muttering to himself
in his native chirping, Chek angrily pulled a wire brush from a pouch
and quickly scrubbed out the barrel of his gun.
Never again, he finally said in English.
Toeing around the immense carcass Beau and Chek followed
Ovinesss lead once more. As they passed the animals body, he noticed
as leather belt adorned with broken chains dangling loosely. That
answered the question of how the Aguon became infected, it simply
couldnt have gotten away. With the newfound drive to kill and devour
the beast must have used its strength to break free from the home of
its former owner.
This will stop the spread and any further production of HG-00. We have
to do this.
Struggling with an answer, Beau opened his mouth to speak as a
single gunshot rang out from above.
That cant be good, he said instead, rushing back to the shaft.
Gingerly carrying the missile Oviness glided across the ground
behind him, keeping it from any hard impacts. Pulling himself back up
one handed the hunter painstakingly raced skyward, practicing the
same caution least they experience a premature detonation. Coming
level with the ground floor lobby he peaked over the edge of the hatch.
Crouched behind the desk with his gun at the ready was Chek, his
back pressed to the rooms long, lone desk. The Kana didnt notice
Beaus return and jumped when the man spoke.
Whats going on?
Recovering from the startle Chek crawled, his armor emitting
somewhat audible clanks.
Someone outside, the alien said, his twittering voice dark.
Dragging himself out he stayed low as he helped Oviness wedge
the warhead through the hole. Settling next to the two males, she
regarded Chek, Is it a mutant? An Applicator?
Shaking his head Chek only said, Human.
This struck Beau as odd, as humans werent allied with the Desen
Empire as they were with the Kana and Demur. Humans choosing to
live amongst the insectoid aliens were unheard of, let alone a human
living in the main Hive.
Did you see who it was? Beau asked.
Again the Kana shook his head, No, they shot at me. I found
cover.
As bizarre as it was a human could be at the Hive, one that was
willing to shoot at strangers was bad news. Beau couldnt imagine it
could be a resident. The only solution he could come to was a looter,
one of the passing hunters looking for Aguon trophies to mount on a
wall that stumbled upon the city.
Ok so some idiot wants to kill us. Its three to one, we can just
rush them and take care of it, Beau whispered.
Carefully placing the black tube down Oviness said softly, I agree,
at most they will probably only expect two opponents.
Lets get this over with, Beau said, beginning to feel anxious,
Were not helping ourselves just sitting here.
Oviness formed a small eye and peeped over the top of the desk.
I cant directly see them, but there is definitely someone on the
outside, she said as she became a perfect replica of Beaus arm to
surprise the would be ambusher.
Ready, Chek muttered as he brought his rifle to bear.
Together they jumped the desk, flashing their lights on and bolted
to attack the stranger. At the sound of their footsteps the figure twisted
into the circular door frame. As their light hit them Beau almost face
planted in shock.
Pen.
The kind face of the man crinkled warmly, the bushy beard hiding
his smile. A smile that had welcomed Beau at all times. A smile he had
come to trust in the short amount of time he had known it. He saw
again the genuine grin of someone who was accepting all that he was.
I thought I killed you, Pen said.
Pens hand whipped out, the fingers becoming sword like as they
wrapped around his body and slammed him to the ground. Oviness
reacted instantly, lashing out from his arm coiling around the limb that
pinned Beau done. Adopting the same sword like qualities she severed
the arm, freeing the human from its deadly grip.
With a rough scream the stump yanked away, reforming slowly
into a new hand as it recoiled. Holding the bleeding wound to his side,
Pen glared at the bounty hunter and his morphed arm as the skin of his
face shifted. Shards of teeth grew from the false Pens mouth,
decimating the charm of his visage.
How dare you? Ohin roared, the last of the dead mans form
fading away.
Striking out again she moved to attack Beau, but her offensive
maneuver was intercepted by Oviness. Intertwining with together the
forms of the Hagolen tore at each other. Chek stood uncertainly, his
gun at the ready but hesitant.
Shoot! Beau shouted.
this. Even after what they did to us, you betrayed our kind for this lab
rat.
What was once Pens face split in half with a wicked grin, devoid
of the kindness that graced its surface.
Now just die.
Leaping forward Ohin stretched her jaws wide, not dissimilar to
the freak Aguon they encountered. With lightening reflexes Beau
grabbed one of the strange canisters that hung from his belt, tossing it
down the monster Pens throat. Seeing what Beau had done, Chek
squawked and ducked once again behind the desk.
Gagging, Ohins momentum carried her forward straight to Beau.
Kicking out his boot caught her in the chest and sent her reeling back.
Falling on her back, Beau met the eyes of Hagolen parading as Pen
as her form solidified perfectly as the man. In that moment, the Desen
grenade exploded, sending Pens body into a fireball as it was wiped
away, the blast sending Beau flying back. Launched through the air he
slammed into the desk, the blow knocking the air from him. If he hadnt
been wearing armor he had no doubt his spine would have been
broken.
Slumping against the ground Beau steadied himself with his left
hand. Sinking in what he had just witness wounded him more than Ohin
had than tearing off his arm.
He had witnessed how Pen had actually died, his sacrifice to
ensure that Ginnas life would be saved. If the bounty saboteur hadnt
caused an explosion, he and Beau would have been over run, and the
Daros would have probably wilted to her injuries. Shaken Beau fought
to control himself, his eyes stuck to where Ohin posing has Pen had
died.
Her death brought retribution to Pen, but this did nothing to quail
the dull weight in his chest. Pen, the only other human that treated him
as a man and not a contract killer, who had planted the seed of
sympathy for life, was well and truly gone. As a bounty hunter the most
interaction he had with other beings were for contracts or deals or a
profit to be brought in. Despite the dire and forced situation, Beau had
felt a connection with Pen and the others, a comradery that he had
never felt before, regardless of any differences they had.
Looking down at his blackened armor he shook his head. Now
wasnt the time for such thoughts after watching a phantom faade of a
man burst, he should be feeling triumphant. But there was only a
hollow sadness that clung to his mind. Bringing himself up to a knee, his
last thought on the matter was that maybe it was simply an
appreciation for being treated more than what he was.
Hopping up from the desk Chek stood over Beau, extending a
taloned hand. Taking it the man allowed himself to be hoisted to his
feet.
Ok? the Kana asked.
Beaus back still stung from the collision and he had no doubt it
was probably bruised, and his had still swam from the connected pain
of Oviness.
Ill manage, he grunted.
At his side, the arm was coming more to shape, the blood ceasing
from the open sores that covered Ovinesss body. Beau had put
together himself that Hagolen had incredible regenerative properties,
but despite the knowledge he still felt apprehensive.
Oviness? he prompted.
Give me a few minutes, Ill be able to piece myself back
together, she said thickly.
The way her words slurred didnt sit well with the man, only
deepening his concern.
We must go, Chek said, peering out the dark city.
Right, Beau said.
Oviness and Ohin didnt have the most subtle battle. While the
dead shape changer cleared out most of the mutant population in the
area, the sounds of their fight no doubt carried through the cavern. The
grenade probably didnt help the situation either.
Help me with this, he told Chek as he moved to lift the warhead.
Chek cautiously grabbed hold of one end as Beau took the other.
Still too injured to assist, Oviness hung like a flabby wad of meat from
the humans torso. Unable to match each others gaits, the two
awkwardly back tracked their steps.
Feeling outrageously vulnerable, they twisted their heads looking
out for any signs of an oncoming attack from a Desen monster.
Staggering against their own steps they finally passed the lumpy body
of the mutated lizard.
distance. Blue lights spotted the mob bearing light to the horror that
pursued them.
Just run! he shouted.
Returned to her normal self, Oviness bore the burden of the
warhead, though not as strongly as before while Beau and Chek dashed
flat out. Scratching footfalls were filling the air, the volume bellowing
up in a crescendo as the massive crowd began closing the gap.
Winding through the streets the dangerous retracing of their
steps began to feel like a countdown. Again Beau looked back to see
the throng of bodies was even closer, the hungry primal beings hot on
their heels.
It was a blessing when the open tunnel was in view, only a few
blocks away.
Beau, prepare the too grenades! Oviness shouted of the
cacophony of screams.
Fumbling with his free hand he tugged the small tubes from his
belt. Keeping his fingers close to the safety switch on the top he poised
his arm ready to toss the explosives to the back.
Dont use them yet, just have them ready! the Hagolen said.
Their feet met unpaved stone, their boots scuffing on the rocky
floor. As they crossed into the tunnel, an appendage shot Ovinesss
body, puncturing a pair of hole in the stone ceiling. Taking the grenades
from Beau she jammed them in the gaps and activated them.
to tell when they would break to even ground, but thankfully his foot
found the dirt of the space ports landing.
Dodging between the shrapnel that stuck from the earth Beau
and Chek launched themselves toward the shuttle. Like thunder the
horde spilled out of the mouth of the passage in a cascade of bodies as
they reached the vessel. From the air lock Hanson held out a hand,
pulling the two onboard.
Alright, I got them, take off! the doctor called to the cockpit.
Engines roared and flared as the shuttle lifted from the ground.
Sputtering they rose in the air before falling back the few feet they had
risen.
Whats the problem? Hanson wailed.
Landing gear stuck to ground, Hess called as she rushed from
the pilots seat.
Where are you going? Beau asked as the Bleen passed.
Grabbing her rifle she stepped into the airlock before anyone
could stop her. Her white eyes stared at them as the seal slammed shut
as she said softly, End war.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Beau roared.
Running to one of the view ports the human struggled to see what
the black skinned alien was doing. From the flares of the engines he
saw her aiming her rifle at the underside of the shuttle. An enormous
beam of energy blasted from her muzzle, and the shuttle launched
itself into the air as the landing gear had been severed.
mind had been healed of the illness he carried before the contract,
Beau knew that the events he lived through would haunt him for the
rest of his life.
All that was left now was to settle with Kana, and execute an
attack to wound the wicked and tyrannical Empire.
Placing the missile delicately to the seats next to Beau, Oviness
unwound herself from it, taking the human shape she used when
reuniting with Beau.
Hess was very brave, she said.
Is, Beau replied, saturating the word with emphasis.
Is, then, Oviness corrected herself.
Leaning out of the cockpit Chek told the resting trio, We going to
Kana Imperial Fleet. We dock with the Kurkane, capitol ship of Grand
Board.
This is good, well be able to do the most damage to the Kana
Empire there, Oviness told the avian.
Bobbing his head Chek ducked back into the pilots seat.
Turning her head to regard Beau, the dark eyes that matched his
own scanned over the visor. Removing his helmet, Beau returned
Ovinesss gaze.
Are you alright?
Im just ready to end this, Beau said sighing.
trouble finding sleep. After only a couple of minutes it felt like he was
once again being shook awake before he had truly fallen unconscious.
Shaking his right arm, Dr. Hanson stood above him.
Were here, he said grimly.
Through the porthole Beau could see a fleet of rod shaped war
ships, their cannons jutting from the side. In the center of the mass of
cruisers was a station similar to Ovroc, though significantly smaller. In
fact it seemed almost as big as Kaskurst had been, though different in
design. Adorning its surface were the regal markings of the Kana
Empire.
So thats Kurkane? he asked looking out to the gigantic orb.
Yes, Chek said, stepping out.
The Kana took a look at the doctor and grabbed his rifle saying,
Docking is activated. We be onboard soon, he twittered.
Standing from his chair Beau didnt remove his had from Hanson,
leaving a firm grip on his shoulder as he replaced his brown helmet. The
trio stood by the air lock as the small shuttle flew through the more
significant warships, weaving in and out as it rocketed closer to the
center of the Kana Imperial Fleet.
Orbiting a gas giant, the fleet glimmered from the star the planet
gravitated to. The brazen orange of the gas planet made the shining
gold of Kurkane pop, the hull seeming to glow. Kana Broad members
held themselves as high status, looking down on any inferiors, and their
taste in star cruisers showed that perfectly.
The Kana and Demur certainly had avarice in their taste, everything
looking much more expensive than it should.
Being led deeper into the core of the station Beau began to feel
anxious and uneasy for the attack on the Board. Through his helmet he
felt the eyes of the Kana nobles sizing him up, scrutinizing his charred
and scarred appearance. Unable to speak of their plan and his
apprehension he was forced to hold his silence as he walked to the nest
of his enemy.
Ticking by the minutes seemed to be like hours under the
predatory scornful eyes. From the way they looked at Beau he could
only assume that Kana nobles held the same regard to bounty hunters
as General Thabus did. If he swiped his sword out he could cut the
disdain it filled the air so thickly.
Finally Beau stood before a wooden door, carved with masterful
depictions of the Kana history and military might. Pressing the heavy
door open the Kana guide swiped a hand to usher them inside, and
closed the beautiful piece of work behind them. The room they now
stood was three stories high and circular, high podiums lining the
circumference that radiated a pleasant yellow glow. On the pillars were
intricate chairs crafted in the same way as the elegant door, and upon
them Kana sat looking as if they were witnessing something foul. Only
one seat was vacant, the spot that rose highest than the others that he
could only assume belonged to the absent Kana Emperor.
Beau looked from face to face, his boiling anger hidden away from
their spiteful eyes. The Grand Imperial Board of the Kana gazed down
at him, unaware that the man before them planned their demise. Those
that had put him, Ginna, and the hunters through hell, those that
plotted to conquer their fellow Empires in greed.
Beau felt no pity for the death he would deliver today. There
would be no thoughts of regret from these actions. For the first time,
Beau would be killing justly, no longer killing for criminals for his own
gain. Today he would make a true difference.
I see you have returned with our lost doctor, bounty hunter, a
gravelly voice spoke out.
To Beaus right sat General Thabus glaring down at the trio. Next
to his seat like an eager pet was Hanley, somehow even more birdlike
than before despite her human nature.
I suppose I can safely assume youre the sole survivor? Thabus
droned.
Yes, Beau lied.
Very well, the general replied.
With that the Kana unholstered his pistol and shot Hanson in the
neck. Collapsing to the ground the doctor fell soundlessly, not even
uttering a single yelp. Shocked, Beau caught the body. Bracing it he
eased Hanson to the ground, his right hand over the heart.
You may leave now hunter, and be grateful that we give you that
much.
Dont suppose Im getting my payment then, huh?
No, Thabus laughed, Your dismissal is reward enough.
couldnt outrun the stations fate, and he was trapped here just as
much as the doomed inhabitants of Kurkane.
Boom!
Shaking tremendously the space station shook as the explosion
threw Beau forward. Almost immediately he began flying back, the air
being purged from the station as the war head cleaved Kurkane in two.
Tumbling head over heels the human fought for a hand hold on the
sheer golden paneling. His new arm was flapping uncontrollably in the
wild vortex as the gushing winds vented into space.
Catching hold of the frame of a door he held for dear life as robed
and silver bodies whipped past, the void sucking them away. His grip
was beginning to fail, the fabric of his glove losing traction on the
smooth frame.
Slipping away Beau joined the Kana in the whirlwind. Flying back
to the epicenter of the detonation he smacked into the elegant walls
rushed to meet certain death. Ahead the void yawned before him and
Beau entered it twirling through space.
From what he could see the war head had cleanly separated
Kurkane in two pieces as well as any warships that happened to be
within its radius. Motionless bodies drifted past, the last moments of
their life still etched on their face. The only movement Beau saw was
the soldiers who had a limited air supply with their suits, and one by
one they became still. Over the gas planet the cruisers began jumping
away from the catastrophe, most likely scrambling back to their home
world in fear of another attack.
Across his HUD, the system alerted him of the lack of atmosphere
and a countdown began as his helmet sealed itself. At most, Beau only
had a minute and a half of air. Trying to control his breathing he tried
not to think about Ginna or Oviness, only focusing that the Kana Empire
had been mangled. Any further prospect HG-00 production was dead,
the vicious war with the Desen shifted, and the Board of Empires saved
from their traitorous partner.
Theyd done it.
Oviness had done it. He thought of the true farewell he shared
with the Hagolen on the shuttle, how she explained that she would
leave all of herself attached to Beau that she could. Removing herself
was fatal to her, leaving behind the vital genetic makeup that allowed
Hagolen to shape shift and function as they do. She had only detached
with enough to carry out her plan and deliver the critical blow to the
Kana Board. His breathing threatened to become ragged as his mother
intruded to his mind. The memories that had been restored to him
flashed through his mind and he couldnt help but cling to them. All the
years he had lost with the being that had nurtured and saved him stung
his heart.
But at least he remembered now.
Running down to zero the countdown urgently warned him to find
a proper source of oxygen. Closing his eyes he quietly accepted his fate,
leaving his mind on thoughts of his mother and Ginna.
He only wished that he could at least give the Daros a proper
farewell. As the timer beeped at zero Beau braced himself for a lonely
EPILOGUE
Flexing his arm, Beau marveled at how it had come to form. Pitch
black flesh stretched at his command, warping and changing as he
willed. With a mere thought, armor plating rose and sunk into the skin,
matching perfectly with what he already wore.
Thats so cool, Ginna said over her plate of food.
Itll be useful, thats for sure, Beau replied.
Useful for what? I thought you were going to retire from bounty
hunting?
Looking over the table to the Daros, Beau smiled.
I think its time to reconsider. Maybe my skills are better put in
to righting wrongful bounties instead.
Like Pen?
Yup, he nodded.
What about the Demur? The Cabinet lied to you about there
being civilians, Ginna said slowly.
Theyll be dealt with, trust me, Beau told her.
He was responsible. He would right his wrongs, though he would
never truly forgive himself for the two dozen Demur Embassy workers
that were caught in the blast. Along with the Demur Empire, the Kana
still posed a threat. There were reports that many of their forces had
withdrawn to recuperate from losing their entire Board.
Pen, Hess, Chek, and Oviness will not have died in vain, and Beau
had every intention to honor their sacrifice. The universe had been
cruel, and so shall he to those that make the universe such a place.
Brilliant artificial lights of every color dazzled the white room they
sat in, the glass dome surrounding them overlooking a sprawling Desen
Hive city. Similar stalks rose from the city lit up by the colorful lights of
the colony, the residences reserved for non Desen guests. Apparently
this was one of the bigger Hives, having even other sentient species
mingling the insectoids.