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Table of Contents Overlord’s Lair: Ten Life Lessons I Learned From Space Opera, by Paul Christian Glenn 3 Melpomene Run by Michael Merriam 5 Shan’tir’ri by Scott M. Sandridge 2 5 The Adventures of the Sky Pirat e , The Assassin of Patience Bay, Part Two by Johne Cook 32 Featured Artist : Vitaly S. Alexius 44 Memory Wipe , Chapter Two: “Zartsi” by Sean T.M. Stiennon 4 5 The Jolly RGR 56 Overlords (Founders): Johne Cook, Paul Chrisan Glenn, L. S. King Ray Gun Radio: Taylor Kent - founder, director, and producer, all things audio John “JesusGeek” Wilkerson - RGR Disinformaon Specialist

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Overlord’s Lair: Ten Life Lessons I Learned From Space Opera , by Paul Christian Glenn

A

round here, you may have noticed, we take

least expect it (these types often return wearing

our space opera seriously. Okay, not too

some sort of elaborate mask). The good news is

seriously (having (havi ng space monkeys in the office makes that

that their modi operandi (and theme music) don’t

somewhat difficult), but we do believe it is a relevant

usually change, making them a little easier to spot.

and—dare I say it?—important genre. At its very best,

9. Feel free to steal great ideas and make them

space opera can inspire and enlighten us in ways that

your own. Nobody cares. Seriously. Just, you

other forms of fiction cannot, because it isn’t weighed

know,, pay attention to the second part. know

down by silly things like “believability” or “reason.” No,

8. Never let romance interfere interfere with the mission.

the sort of story we’re slinging around here will make

Epic, enduring love is a classic element of good

you believe you can perform impossible feats, extin-

space opera, but a lover who persuades you

guish great evils, and deal in heroic deeds—if only you

to abandon the Thing That You Must Do is a

have the courage to try. Has there ever been a more

scheming villain. Your true love will stand aside

ridiculous notion? Has there ever been a better one?

(mournfully perhaps) and let you do what you

In that spirit, I present the ten most indispensable

know is right. The truly exceptional ones will

life lessons that space opera taught me. Years of hiding under the blankets with a flashlight and a ragged

even help you do it. 7.

Always assume you’re standing on a trap trap door, door,

paperback were not wasted on me, and now you can

because you probably are. At first glance, this

benefit from the wisdom I gathered thereunder. I have

one might smack of paranoia, but if you think

ranked rank ed them in order of ascending importance because

about it, it’s just good sense.

that’s how David Letterman does it, and that guy seems

6. Never underestimate underestimate the cute cute and cuddly. cuddly. Be

to have a handle on the whole “list” thing.

they good or evil, those fuzzy little fellas with

10. Villains do not die the first time you kill them. The

the big eyes and adorable mewlings will fool you

nastier they are, the more likely they are to return

every time. Chances are, beneath that innocent

and wreak havoc with your life and loved ones.

facade, they’re hiding unfathomable reserves

Down time varies from villain to villain, so be on

of pluck, or (in less fortunate cases) six rows of

your guard. Some wait only seconds to pop back

razor-sharp fangs.

up and take one last swing, while others lie low for

5. Keep a mental backlog of acerbic one-liners

years, waiting to unleash their vengeance when you

that are good for any occasion. Nobody likes

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your courage will serve to inspire future genera-

you don’t want to be sent to certain doom

tions.

smacking your forehead and thinking about

.

Optimism is more more powerful than cynicism.

what you should have said. You’ll need all your

Bad guys deal in cynicism, because it’s easier.

mental energy to escape the certain doom.

Any schmoe can look around at the pervasive

4. Always, always, always listen to people who

weakness of humanity and decide to exploit it.

dispense advice in the form of convoluted

It takes faith to believe that humanity is worth

riddles. Yes, they’re annoying, but these people

saving, that good can triumph over evil, and

are never wrong. And while it can be frustrat-

that last stands are worth making. That kind

ing to try to decipher their ramblings, think

of belief will inevitably bring you headache

about it from the oracle’s point of view. They’ve

and heartache, and those things will make you

spent a lot of time constructing all those vague

strong. When the final showdown arrives, you

metaphors and backwards sentences. After all

will be more powerful than your nemesis who

that work, it would be rude to ask them to speak

took the obvious path. In the end, you will

plainly like everybody else.

triumph.

. Trust your gut. Your gut is smarter than any

This is what space opera taught me, and I strive

scientist. It is more intuitive than any strategist.

every day to remember the tenets of my youth. Some

It is, um, bigger than any bug-eyed monster.

of them are more important than others, but I’ll leave

Whatever the plan was when you first struck

those for you to distinguish (see #3).

out on this crazy quest, your gut knows when

Did I forget anything? If you discern any glaring

it’s time to change tack. In fact, your gut has

omissions in this list, please drop us a line at overlords@

probably been nodding along as you read this

raygunrevival.com, and we will compile the most

list.

striking (and amusing) suggestions for a future install-

. The greatest greatest battles battles you will ever fight are the

ment.

ones you can’t possibly win. Warriors of old

Fortunately, dear readers, this issue of Ray

knew this one well. When victory is sure, you

Gun Revival is overflowing with rip-roaring tales of

gain nothing but victory. When victory is possible,

adventure, adventur e, each packed with nuggets of wisdom—the

then you have only done the right thing. But

space opera way. So make sure you’ve got fresh

when victory is utterly inconceivable, you gain

batteries in your flashlights, cadets, and read on!

eternal glory, regardless of the outcome. If you succeed, you will have vanquished the greatest threat imaginable. If you fail, the strength of

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Melpomene Run by Michael Merriam

“T

hat can’t be right,” Lisa muttered. Lieutenant

Lisa

checked her calculations.

Cochrane

The ship had

stevedore, not realizing how delicate the balance between cargo and fuel was for this mission, had loaded extra supplies.

burned more fuel than expected accelerat-

Lisa unhooked the manifest pad from

ing to the first jump. She ran the numbers

the wall as she stepped through the cargo

through the computer computer.. If the rate of fuel

hold. She started methodically checking

used stayed constant, she would not have

off containers, peering around safety

enough to accelerate to full speed for the

webbing to verify the numbers on each

eighth and final jump to Melpomene—

crate. If she could identify the extra cargo,

never mind trying to land safely on the

she could jettison it and a few other items

planet surface.

to make up the difference in the extra fuel

Lisa performed a quick diagnostic. Her ship had been fueled properly and the sensors detected no leakage. “Stupid—” Lisa muttered, setting the auto-pilot and heading for the cargo hold. The ship was overloaded. There was too much mass.

She found him huddled on a pile of blankets, hidden behind boxes of antibiotics and genetically enhanced wheat seeds. “Trevor?” “Hello, luv. Did you miss me me?” ?” Trevor smiled sheepishly up at her.

The load-master at Mars Station Five had promised her the load was carefully calculated.

she had burned.

The small, over over-powered -powered

courier vessel carried a maximum payload of emergency supplies and just enough

Lisa took a deep breath. “Trev “Trevor or,, what are you doing here?” “You didn’t think I was going to let you go off for two years without me?” Lisa stepped back as Trevor stood from

fuel to reach the beleaguered colony of

his little nest.

Melpomene.

to tremble, but she kept her voice calm

Lisa

suspected

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well-meaning

Her entire body started

despite the anger and panic rising in her


Melpomene Run, by Michael Merriam chest. “Do you have have any idea idea what you’ve you’ve done?”

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Trevor took a step away from her, hurt and confusion in his green eyes. “I thought

blankets to reveal reveal a personal jump bag. “I don’t understand what I’ve done wrong.”

you’d you’ d be happy for the company. company. I thought

This is what I get for dating a poet, Lisa

you might prefer to be with someone during

thought. He thinks that he’s being terribly

your trip and long exile on that back-water

romantic.

colony.” colony. ” His smiled returned and he took

“You’re cutting into my fuel,” she

a step toward her, his arms outstretched.

said. “Your being on board means means I won’t won’t

“I thought you’d like someone to warm

have enough to make the landing on

you when the cold of space becomes too

Melpomene.”

much.”

“Can’t you just stop somewhere for

“This is not a pleasure cruise; this is a

more?”

relief mission.” mission.” Lisa closed her eyes and

“I could, but I would have to change the

drew on her training and discipline to calm

jump sequence and it would add more than

herself. “A relief relief mission that you have

a month to the trip. People on Melpomene

jeopardized.”

are dying right now.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I...I’m sorr sorry, y, Lisa. I didn’t think—” think—”

Lisa opened her eyes eyes and sighed. “I’ “I’m m

“No, you didn’t!” didn’t!” She glared at him, him, and

sure you are,” she muttered.

ran a shaking hand through her short hair.

“I don’t see what the problem—” “The problem is that you are not supposed to be on this this ship.

“How did you get access to the ship?” He looked down at his feet, his black

Even if I

hair falling in front of his face. “I used my

had enough rations and water to support

credentials. I told security I was inspect-

bringing you along, which I don’t, you’re

ing the cargo at my my father’s father’s request. Once

extra mass—mass that was not calculated

on board I simply hid until they changed

into the equation.”

shifts.”

Trevor looked affronted. “It’s not like I’m I’ m grossly obese.” “That’’s not the point! “That point! The point is you are not supposed to be here! here! What else

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Lisa nodded.

Trevor’s father was a

ranking member of the North American Parliament.

Senator Burkes sometimes

used his son as his eyes and ears, small


Melpomene Run, by Michael Merriam tasks that kept Trevor in enough credits to allow him time to write his poetry instead of working an ordinary job.

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“I—so what do we do now?” Trevor asked.

all.” “Where do you sleep?”

“You do nothing. I have to figure out how

I’m going to get this ship to Melpomene.” Lisa strode away from the cargo

Lisa rubbed her temples. “In this chair chair.. Trevor—” “I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet.”

hold, still clutching the manifest, Trevor

She listened to him walk away, toward

following in her wake like a puppy about

the cargo hold where he had left his

to be punished. She entered entered the the dimly-lit

bag. With a sigh, she turned back to the

bridge and settled into her chair.

computer.

“I thought you’d be able to see the stars st ars from the bridge,” Trevor said.

Command had cut it as close as possible, p ossible,

“I can’t

loading as much medicine, food, and other

believe you don’t have a view screen or

crucial supplies as she could carry on a one-

window.”

way trip. trip. Fuel for a trip home would have have

“Why? “Why ? I don’t need to see outside the

sacrificed sacrific ed room for precious cargo. cargo. Every-

ship to fly; I have instruments for naviga-

thing had been calculated down to the last

tion. A window or view screen would just

bit of seed. The ship had had the exact amount

be one more thing to break.”

of fuel needed to accelerate through eight

“But—”

jumps and then maneuver in the atmo-

She turned in her chair to look at him.

sphere of Melpomene for a landing.

“Look, Trevor, Trevor, I really need to work out how to fix this and I need to do it quickly. quickly. So, if you please pl ease?” ?” “Fine. Were do I sleep sleep? ? I’ll take take my bag there and stay out of your way.” “You can sleep in here or in the cargo bay,, whichever one you want.” bay “Oh, I—um,” Trevor paused then forged ahead.

“I thought I might stay in your

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that she might be called away at any time.

into the bridge made her look over her

He had filled a void in her life, making her

shoulder.. He carried his bag and the pile shoulder

feel less like Lt. Cochrane and more like

of blankets.

Lisa, a young woman who, if not in love,

“Do you mind?” he asked.

was at least in something.

“No, you’re fine.”

In the end though, he was too intense and too self-absorbed for her taste.

She turned back toward the console and picked up the cargo manifest.

Lisa

When the call for volunteers to transport

listened with one ear as he set himself

emergency supplies to Melpomene came

up behind and slightly to the right of her

down from Central Command, she had

pilot’’s chair. pilot chair. It would mean walking walking over

grabbed the opportunity, both to further

him to reach the waste recycler rec ycler,, but it was

her career and to get away from Trevor.

the best place to stretch out on the bridge

She knew it would be a multi-year

floor.

mission. Lisa thought his interest in her her,,

“Um—is there something I could eat?”

the novelty of dating a starship pilot,

Lisa pointed distractedly toward the

would wane while she was away, and in

back of the bridge, never looking up from

time he would move on to other women.

the cargo manifest she was studying.

It was a cowardly way to end the relation-

“There are pouches of ration paste in the

ship, but she thought it would be easiest

top drawer drawer.. Water comes from the tube

on everyone involved.

next to it.”

She had not expected him to do something rash, like stow away in the cargo hold of her ship. Lisa looked at the calculations.

She heard him open the drawer drawer.. “Is there any difference between them besides color?” color?” The disdain disdain was was clear in

She

could jettison some spare parts. She knew from experience what items were most

his voice. “Green has has more fiber. fiber. Brown is higher in protein. I’ I’m m not sure about the blue.” blue.”

likely to break down on these fast couriers,

“I don’t think I’m quite hungry enough.”

and the shipyard engineers had virtually

You’ll be happy with colored paste soon

rebuilt the ship’s engines before she left Mars Station Five. The sound of Trevor walking back

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a little bit of everything, everything , could have serious

she thought they could possibly survive

consequences for the settlers.

without.

“What about the bathroom?” Trevor

An hour later, tears of anger and frus-

asked as he settled on his blankets behind

tration dry on her cheeks, she made her

her and opened up his bag.

choice.

“Behind the door next to you.

It’’s a It

standard commode and rinse sink, pretty much like any public restroom, but the space is cramped.” Lisa stood and started for the hold. She spared Trevor a glance as she passed. He was tapping away furiously on a tiny datapad screen, his black hair half-covering his face, oblivious to his surroundings. She had seen him do this many evenings during their year together together.. He would focus on his current project to the exclusion of everything around him. In a few hours he would finish working and, hyper with excitement and creative energy, turn his full attention to her. her. He looked up at her and smiled. She nodded and continued on her way. She entered the hold and looked around at the various crates and containers. Every one was filled with either food or medicine desperately needed on Melpomene. Hundreds of thousands of people were depending on her to deliver life-saving supplies.Now she had to decide which and how much of those supplies to abandon. She had to select what items

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Lisa lay nestled nes tled in the blankets, Trevor’s Trevor’s head on her shoulder, his hand slowly stroking the length of her while she held him close. She idly ran her fingers through through his hair: it was damp from their exertion. “So, am I forgiven?” he asked. “Yes.” She reached with her free hand toward her flight suit. “Don’t get get dressed yet.” Trevor gently caressed her. She shivered.

“I need to load the

airlock.” “So

you’ve

chosen

what

to

toss

overboard?” “Yes. The sooner I get get this over with, the better.” Trevor’s touch was becoming more insistent.

He ran a firm hand over her

stomach. “It can wait,” he whispered. whispered. Lisa flipped him over onto his back, moving so quick that Trevor let out a startled little yelp. She pressed her lips to his, firm and fierce. He tasted of sweat,



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with a hint of garlic from the ready-meal

minute for Trevor to exhale one final time.

she had liberated from one of the contain-

She rolled the blankets around his limp

ers for their dinner dinner.. A series of tears, tears, wet

body, trying to ignore the accusatory stare st are

and salty, salty, slid down her her face. She broke

of his wide, unseeing eyes.

their kiss off with a sob. “What’’s wrong?” “What wrong?” Trevor asked, asked, wiping a tear away with his thumb. “I had to choose,” choose,” she whispered. Lisa

She placed Trevor’s bag on top of his wrapped form, took hold of his ankles and dragged her grim package to the airlock, sobbing loudly the entire way way..

She left

rolled off of him and sat up. She picked up

him on the floor, next to a crate loaded

her flight suit and clutched it to her body.

with ship’s spare parts, and then stepped

“I’m sorry I put you in this this position. I

back into the cargo hold. She took a series

know it must have been difficult to decide

of ragged breaths and finally pushed the

what to leave behind.” b ehind.”

cycle button.

Lisa sniffed. “I had to choose what what they would need the least. I’ I’m m sorry.” sorry.”

The door in front of her

hissed shut. Lisa’s entire body trembled as the warning sirens sounded, alerting her

Trevor gave her a confused look from

that the outer airlock door was open. She

where he lay in the nest of blankets. blankets. “For

counted out to sixty before she pushed

what?”

the button to reseal the airlock.

Lieutenant Lisa Cochrane drew the

Lisa walked back to the bridge.

She

syringe from her flight suit, plunged the

allowed herself a full ten minutes to grieve,

needle into Trevor’s Trevor’s heart, and pushed the

then took two steadying breaths.

drugs into him in one swift motion.

dressed in her uniform flight suit, wiping

She

Trevor revor’s ’s eyes opened wide in horro horrorr. His

her eyes clear of tears with the sleeves.

body bucked and contorted in pain and he

She took another deep breath and slowly

made a strangled gasp. His mouth opened

exhaled. She picked up his datapad from

and closed twice.

behind the chair where it had fallen during

“I’m so sorry,” Lisa whispered around the tears.

their love-making and placed it in her pocket.

“But...I...I...love...you,” Trevor managed

Lieutenant Cochrane settled into her

to force the words past lips turned purple.

pilot’s chair and began preparations for

“I know,” know,” she said. She waited another

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She wiped the sweat from her forehead

on Trevor’s datapad because her naviga-

with her bare arm, desperate to keep the

tion computer failed after the fourth jump,

salty sting of perspiration out of her eyes.

things were too close for comfort. Lieu-

She was struggling enough, and any added

tenant Cochrane was beginning to wonder

distractions could prove disastrous.

what exactly she had done to the universe

Lieutenant Cochrane pulled her small frame deeper into the crawl tubes of the courier ship’s engine compartment.

to warrant such a run of bad luck. You know what you did, the voice in her

head said.

Her jumpsuit was unzipped to her waist,

“I didn’t have a choice,” she muttered,

leaving her t-shirt exposed. Clutching an

lying on her back and bolting the hopefully

induction coil in one hand and an allen

repaired coil back into place.

wrench in the other, she made her way slowly toward the reactor reactor..

She hoped

There are always choices, Lisa.

You

chose to kill.

that she had cleaned and reassembled the

“Stop it,” she she whispered. “Just shut shut up.”

piece correctly, otherwise the little ship

Cold blooded murder. murder. I wonder what

would never accelerate to jump speed.

the authorities on Melpomene will do with

She just needed the part to hold together

you?

for one more jump. If it did not work she she

Lisa knew she would be arrested as

could slam her ship straight into the heart

soon as she touched down on the colony

of Beta Hydrae, but the alternative was to

world. She had sent a transmission back to

sit tight and wait for rescue.

Command immediately after her second

Fuel was another matter to consider.

jump, detailing what what she she had had done. done. She

The induction coil had started to fail as

had received orders to surrender to the

she was gathering speed for her previous

local civilian authorities until Command

jump. Lisa had been forced to throttle her

could retrieve her for an inquest.

ship up, burning harder and longer than

“But...I...I...love...you,” Trevor’s muffled

expected and using more precious fuel.

voice came from a pocket of her jump suit.

Combined with the mass Trevor Trevor had added

Lisa dropped the wrench and scrambled

at the start of her journey and that she was

to reach the datapad. They had accidentally triggered its voice recording function

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during their love-making. “I know know,” ,” she

and made a dash across the cold cargo

heard herself say before she managed to

hold, into the cockpit, where she strapped

shut down the audio.

herself into the pilot’s chair.

Lisa blinked to clear her eyes of tears

The courier ship had begun to drift off-

and sweat. sweat. For a moment she thought she

course as the engines powered up. The

saw Trevor’s face in the colorful tangle of

autopilot had failed to make the necessary

cables and tubes above above her. her. She had been

course corrections correcti ons while she was occupied

seeing him more and more about the ship,

installing the induction coil. She adjusted adjusted

out of the corner of her eye or in reflective reflec tive

course and then gave the autopilot control

surfaces. She gritted her her teeth and picked

panel a solid thump with a balled-up fist

up the wrench. She tightened the last bolt,

when it tried to override her changes. The

careful not to over-torque it in her frustra-

lights on the panel blinked erratically, and

tion. She reached up and reconnected the

then winked out.

inductor coil to the manifold.

Lisa sighed. The last last thing she needed

Lisa screamed as a bright swarm of

was for the stupid autopilot to attempt to

sparks rained down on her exposed face

wrestle control away from her in the middle

and arms. The vessel trembled and shook.

of the jump. Lisa set the datapad on the

She felt the ship begin to gather speed,

control console in front of her her. She said a

starting its headlong plunge toward the

little prayer, hoping that her instruments

fiery center of Beta Hydrae.

were still working properly, and punched

Lisa scrambled backward through the

the revised revised figures into the datapad. datapad. She

access tube, cursing every time the loose,

set the timer to count down until her jump.

flopping arms of the jump suit caught on

She kept careful watch on how fast she

any exposed parts.

was accelerating and how quickly the tem-

She shrugged back into the one-piece suit and zipped it half-way up.

perature of her ship’s hull was rising.

She

The ship gave another shudder, like

crawled out of the access tube, stood, and

a horse suddenly gone lame and about

withdrew the datapad from her pocket.

to stumble.

Lisa slammed the airtight door between

pops and hisses behind her her..

the engine compartment and the cargo

Cochrane kept her hands on the controls,

hold shut shut and spun it tight. tight. She turned

watching the datapad countdown.

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spared a glance at her hull temperature:

Lisa frantically checked her instruments.

it was was approaching the the critical point. She

She had completed her jump practically on

looked at the datapad and started to count

top of Melpomene and was now engaged

down.

in an uncontrolled descent into the planet’s

“Five.”

atmosphere. Her training kicked in and

You know no one hears your prayers, a

Lisa’s fingers flew over the controls as she

little voice in her mind whispered.

fought to regain control of her vessel.

“Four.”

“Alliance courier: abort your approach,”

You’re going to die, burned to nothing.

a male voice said through her communica-

“Three.”

tion unit.

You deserve to die. You should end it

Lisa managed to right the angle of her descent, but was still coming in too

now.

“Shut up! up! Two!”

fast. She fired her her landing landing thrusters in an

Murderer!

attempt to decelerate.

“One!”

“Alliance courier, this is Melpomene

Lisa triggered the jump drive.

The

Orbital Control: you’ you’re re coming in too fast.

sickly sensation of falling took hold of her

You are ordered to abort your approach.

as everything went silent and bright. Lisa

Do you copy?”

closed her eyes, but an image of Trevor, Trevor, his

“I’d love to,” Lisa muttered as the

eyes wide and unbelieving at her actions,

datapad continued to replay the sounds of

was waiting for her, just as he had been

her and Trevor Trevor making love. Lisa throttled

every time she tried to sleep. She tried to

back the engines and hit the landing

hold down the green paste she had eaten

thrusters again, forcing the wobbly ship

for breakfast.

to shed more speed. She reached out and

The silence was broken as the ship lurched and alarm claxons blared.

Lisa

pushed the transmit button as the ship continued to plummet.

pitched forward, managing to turn her

“Melpomene Control, this is Alliance

head at the last moment to avoid vomiting

Courier YT-128. YT-128. I am am declaring an in-flight

on her controls.

emergency.

The datapad flew off

the console, struck the floor, and began replaying Lisa and Trevor’s final tryst.

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Request landing clearance

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navigational control to us and we’ll bring

smooth. The datapad began replaying replaying her

you down.”

and Trevor’s encounter again from the

“So, am I forgiven?” Trevor’s voice said from the datapad.

top. At twelve thousand feet the engines

“Yes,” “Yes, ” Lisa heard herself reply.

cut out suddenly, turning her courier ship

“Melpomene Control, my navigation

into a glider, a state that the box-shaped

computer is non-functi non-functional. onal. I’ I’m m flying by

craft was ill-suited for for..

instrumentation and manual control.”

plummet, her vessel corkscrewing toward

“I had to chose,” Lisa’s voice said from the datapad.

She began to

the surface. Lisa heard her voice screaming, though

And you chose murder, the voice in her

head said.

she could not determine if the sound in her ears was coming from her own throat

“YT-128: if we give you verbal directions can you land safely?”

or from the datapad. datapad. Melpomene Control kept calling for her to eject.

Lisa gritted her teeth as the courier

At seven thousand feet the engines

tried to shake itself into pieces. She heard

screamed back to life as suddenly as they

something snap off the ship with a loud

had died earlier earlier.. Lisa worked the controls,

metallic crash against the hull. The engines

wrestling the ship out of its plunge by firing f iring

had begun to sputter sputter,, whether running out

her thrusters and and solid fuel engines. The

of fuel or from damage she did not know.

little ship slid left and down, then rolled

“Talk to me, Melpomene,” she said.

twice, flinging the datapad across the

You should eject, Trevor’s ghostly voice

cockpit and into the lavatory door, before

whispered in her head as his recorded

Lisa managed to regain control and right

voice sputtered “I...I...love...you.”

the vessel.

Save

yourself, if you can.

“Voice message from terminal identifica-

Lisa tried to ignore all the voices except

tion number: unknown, received fourteen

the one in her ears feeding her course cor-

April,” the flat, mechanical voice came

rections.

from the pad.

At twenty thousand feet she started to breath easier easier.. The engines had settled down and her descent was controlled and

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“Courier YT-128: what is your status?” “Under control.

I have control and

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dinated. Don’t let me fly into a mountain,

before she unstrapped herself from the

Melpomene.

pilot’’s chair. pilot chair. She took a handful handful of wobbly

“Stay on course, YT-128.

Your arrival

steps toward where Trevor’s Trevor’s pad lay on the

at the landing pad is projected in forty

deck. Her first, irrational instinct was to

minutes.”

stomp on it in anger and frustration. Her

“I’ve deposited half of the agreed-upon

better senses prevailed. She retrieved retrieved the

amount in your account,” a voice Lisa

pad, cued up the message from Senator

recognized spoke from the pad. She had

Burkes to his late son, and walked into

been introduced to Senator Burkes at a

the cargo hold. She grabbed the manifest manifest

dinner she had attended with Trevor, and

and her official ship’s log, and opened the

had heard the man speak numerous times

cargo bay doors to the world outside.

on the news service. service. “Once you’ve you’ve forced

The air of Melpomene was neither

your little paramour to abort her mission,

clean nor fresh. Dust hung thick, yellow yellow

I will deposit the remainder remainder..

This must must

and grey, giving the buildings surrounding

appear to be an unfortunate incident, son.

the landing pad a uniformly weathered

If you cannot compel her to turn away,

and washed-out look. A half-dozen men

there are other, more active, measures

and women, all in uniforms, carrying

in place to stop her her..

firearms, and wearing breathing apparatus,

We would rather

avoid any kind of investigation, if possible.

approached her ship.

Once the colonists are forced to abandon

“Lieutenant Cochrane?” one of the

Melpomene, my friends will make sure we

greeting party, an older woman, asked in

are both made financially secure for our

a muff muffled led voice.

troubles.”

and the woman handed her a mask and

Lisa nodded her head

“End of message. To erase—” erase—”

portable port able oxygen oxygen recycler. recycler. “You’ll want to

Lisa paid the mechanical voice no more

put this on until we get inside,” the woman

attention, instead focusing on the verbal commands

coming

from

Melpomene

Flight Control. Thirty minutes later she touched down outside of the capital city. Lisa needed several steadying breaths

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said. Lisa slipped the mask over her mouth and nose. Clean, pure oxygen filled her lungs. “Very good,” the woman woman said. “If you’ll come with us, please.”


Melpomene Run, by Michael Merriam Lisa fell into step behind the woman

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while two of the party entered her ship.

security on this lovely planet. Second: we we

The others formed up around her, insuring

are very happy to see both you and your

she did not attempt to to flee. She followed

cargo arrive intact, Lieutenant Cochrane.

the woman through the grey twilight of

Finally: we have been asked to arrest you

outside into a low, solid brick building.

and keep you incarcerated until such a

Once through the door and safely cut-off

time as the Alliance can spare someone to

from the outside air, Lisa’s escort stopped

come and retrieve you.”

and removed their masks. Lisa followed

“I see.”

their example.

“However, since you’ve brought our

The woman turned to Lisa and stuck out

planet everything we need to keep us alive,

a hand. “Welcome to Melpomene, Lieu-

my government is willing to hear your side

tenant Cochrane. Coc hrane.” ”

in the matter matter.” .” Marshall Greyson smiled. smiled.

Lisa took the offered hand, giving the

“You see, Lieutenant, you’re going to be

woman a closer inspection now that the

something of a hero here on Melpomene.

breathing equipment was no longer hiding

We prefer to give you the benefit of a

their features. Lieutenant Cochrane found

doubt.”

herself looking at a woman who was

“I appreciate that.”

probably in her early fifties judging by the

Greyson nodded.

“We will let you

amount of grey in her still mostly brown

cleaned up, sleep, have a hot meal, and

hair.

get settled.

“I’m glad to be here, everything considered,” Lisa said. The older woman chuckled. “According to flight control, you had quite the exciting trip down through the ash clouds.” “Yes, quite,” Lisa murmured. “So, um...” um...”

Tomorrow I’ll conduct your

debriefing.” Lisa offered Trevor’s datapad to the woman. “I think think everything everything you’ll need is available on this.” The older woman took the pad and raised an eyebrow eyebrow..

“We’ll go over it.”

Lisa gave the woman what she hoped was

She nodded toward one of the escorting

an expectant look.

soldiers, a slim, red-haired man bearing

The woman seemed to understand what Lisa wanted to know know.. “First off: I’m

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a smile and an automatic rifle.

“In the

meantime, Corporal Windsor will show


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“Thank you,” Lisa said.

and was escorted by armed guard to the

She allowed the guard to guide her to a

hospital, where she was give a thorough

dormitory-like room deep underneath the

examination by a doctor who kept thanking

building. The room was was only slightly larger

her for delivering the needed drugs to

than the cockpit on the ship. The corporal

combat the respiratory plague that had

pointed out the restroom and showers at

decimated the population after a supposed

the far end of a hallway lined with doors

dormant volcano had erupted.

exactly like the one her room was behind.

Lieutenant Cochrane was escorted back

He told her that she was to stay st ay within this

to her room.

Ten hours later Marshall

hallway and that guards were posted at all

Greyson

the exit points if she needed something.

debriefing, this time involving only the

Lisa thanked him and, once he was gone,

two of them.

summoned

her

to

another

headed for the shower shower.. She found towels towels

Lisa was surprised to learn that her

and a large terry-cloth robe hanging from

ship had been sabotaged. It was was mostly

hooks in the the room. She turned the water water

a combination of Lisa’s on-the-fly repairs

on as hot as she could stand it and let the

and dumb-luck that she had reached

water wash away the dirt, grime, and tears

Melpomene at all. She was also shocked

of the last three months of her mission.

to learn that her supply of food paste had

Once back in her room, she discovered

been laced with a drug designed to make

someone had delivered her personal

her slowly begin to hallucinate and become

items from the ship and left her dinner on

paranoid. Greyson opined that the drug

the low table next to the one chair in the

was supposed to break down her ability

room. She ate, ate, and then stretched out on

to think clearly in the hope that, if Trevor

the narrow bed.

failed to convince her to abort the mission,

She had been asleep for two hours when Marshall Greyson came and fetched her personally. personally. Lisa dressed in one of her flight suits and followed the stern woman. Greyson escorted her to a meeting of the

her slowly growing paranoia and psychosis would cause her to destroy the ship. What surprised Lisa the most was the discovery that she was pregnant. #

colony’s governing body. She answered

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Melpomene Run, by Michael Merriam Lieutenant-Commander Lisa Cochrane of the Melpomene Defense Forces, former Lieutenant of the North American Alliance

Pg. 8 taking it was to send three cruisers and a super-transport super -transport all this way way.. “That is quite the allocation alloc ation of resources,”

Space Fleet, studied the security camera

Greyson replied, her tone even and flat

feed of the meeting happening in the

in Lisa’s ears. Lisa thought she detected

landing yard.

She turned her earpiece

her new commanding officer give a small

volume to a comfortable level as she

smile. “Sorr “Sorry y about about the confusion earlier earlier..

watched the scene play out before her.

Having three warships suddenly appear in

“Sorry you came all this way for nothing,

our system...well...you understand why my

Captain,” Marshall Greyson, flanked by

gun crews on the orbital platforms fired

four grim-looking security officers, off icers, refused

those warning shots.”

the offered hand of either of the Alliance officers.

“Yes, perhaps we should have made our intentions clearer clearer.. Your crews responded

The senior Alliance officer gave her a

very quickly to a perceived threat.” Lisa

rueful smile. “I was assured by my superiors

wished she could see the look in the man’s

that Melpomene Colony had requested

eyes.

evacuation.”

“They know their jobs.”

“You were misinformed, I’ I’m m afraid. As

“About the other matter,” the second

you can see, we constructed our own

officer off icer said. Lisa gave gave him a closer look.

atmospheric purifiers from the terrafor-

The man was lean and fit, more so than his

ming equipment the original colonists

commanding off officer icer.. Lisa noted the way

brought along. Thanks to the bravery of

he took in everything around him without

your courier pilot, we had enough seed to

drawing any attention to himself.

replant our crops and enough medicine

Lisa watched Marshall Greyson turn her

to save save most of the population. We can

attention to the junior off officer icer.. “I believe

produce our own supply of the drug now,

we explained everything in our communi-

so you see, we are still a self-sufficient

qué. Lieutenant Cochrane was seriously

colony.”

injured during during her emergency landing. She

“You understand, Marshall Greyson, that

fell victim to the respiratory disease that

I will need to contact my my superiors. superiors. I’ I’m m

claimed a fifth of the colonists before our

sure you can appreciate what an under-

doctors could administer the complete

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regimen of inoculations. She passed away

seemed to have lost interest in the conver-

shortly after and her body was cremated,

sation between the captain and Greyson as

the same as all the other victims.”

they haggled over other matters. Instead,

The Lieutenant frowned.

“I’ve been

he was giving the complex an appraising

ordered to obtain her ashes for return to

look, while trying to appear as if he was

her family.”

oblivious to everything around around him. His

“I’m afraid that’s impossible,” Greyson said.

eyes lit on the security camera that was feeding Lisa images of the meeting. They

“Marshall Greyson, I’m sure you realize

lingered over it for several seconds before

that Lieutenant Cochrane’s family has a

he leaned over and whispered into his

legal right to her remains,” the captain

superior officer’s off icer’s ear ear. The senior man made

said, stepping back into the conversation.

a great show of attempting to prolong the

“We just want to take our officer home.”

conversation while trying to end it. Lisa

Yeah, Lisa thought, you just want to

watched as the Alliance party returned to

run tests on those ashes to see if I’m really

their shuttle under the watchful eyes of

dead.

the Melpomene security forces.

“I’m sorry,” sorry,” Greyson replied. “I think you

Lisa waited for her commanding officer

misunderstood. When I said that would

to send for her her..

When she did arrive

be impossible, I was not implying that the

at Greyson’s rather spartan office, the

Colonial Government of Melpomene was

Marshall was her usual blunt self.

in any way attempting to withhold the

“They suspect something.”

remains of Lieutenant Cochrane from her

Lieutenant-Commander

Cochrane

family. What I meant was was we don’t have have

shook her head. “No. I think they might

the ashes to give you. you. Lieutenant Cochrane

actually know. know.” ”

made it clear before her death that she

“That would imply they have intelligence

wished her remains to be scattered in

in the matter, which would mean someone

space. The grateful people of Melpomene

on the inside is feeding them information.”

honored that wish. We can, of course, turn over her personal effects.”

Lisa nodded.

“Yes, ma’ ma’am. am.

Did you

notice how the junior officer was the one

The captain frowned. “I see.”

who actually brought the meeting to an

Lisa watched the younger off officer icer.. He

end?”

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Greyson nodded.

her mission. Lisa did not feel like trusting

“I think he might be from Intelligence

anyone in the Alliance at the moment,

Services. Servic es. Watch the tapes of the meeting.

not when a powerful Senator wanted her

When he’s not speaking, he’s making

arrested for the death of his son.

mental notes about the complex.”

Her next thought made a chill slither

Greyson frowned and picked up a

down her body: if the Alliance suspected

datapad from her desktop. “Commander,

she was alive and could capture her, they

right now I have to assess whether or not

could publicly brand her a traitor, deserter, deserter,

Captain McClure and his task force are

and murderer murderer..

going to attempt to forcibly expel us from

hero on Melpomene. Her capture would

Melpomene colony, and whether or not

provoke an incident between the Alliance

we can stop them should they try.

and Melpomene Colony. Lisa glanced glanced up up

“It seems ridiculous for them to start a war over this planet.” Greyson peered at her over the datapad. “Historically speaking, wars typically start

She was regarded as a

to find Marshall Greyson regarding her as if the older woman understood exactly what Lisa was thinking. Greyson nodded.

“Is there anything

because one group has a resource that

else you’d like to discuss with me,

another group wants and thinks they

Commander?”

can take by force. force. If the Alliance and its

“No, ma’am. ma’am.” ”

corporate masters want Melpomene bad

“Very well. Dismissed. Go home and

enough, they’ll certainly try and take it.”

give Mitchell a kiss from his godmother.”

Greyson set the pad down and folded her

“Yes, ma’ ma’am.” am.”

hands together. “Command “Commander er,, I’m going

Lisa’s hand was on the doorknob when

to place a few extra guards around your apartment until our guests are gone.” Lisa nodded. Even if the Alliance did

Greyson’s voice stopped her. “Lisa, I think you should stay home and out of sight until this blows over.”

not want to start a shooting war over

Lisa turned and gave her friend and

Melpomene, if their Intelligence Services

commanding officer an affirming nod

thought she was alive, they would want to

before stepping out of the office.

know what, if anything, she had discovered

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Melpomene Run, by Michael Merriam Lisa sat in a comfortable chair in a corner of her dark apartment, facing out into the

Pg.  voice said softly in her mind. “I’m having a hard time feeling bad,

room, a semi-automatic shotgun across

everything considered,” Lisa whispered to

her knees. She had sent her two-year-old

herself.

son to stay with his godmother’s parents and was alone in the residence.

These people are squatting on the largest deposits of Cesium, Deuterium, and

After six days of radio silence from the

Uranium ever discovered and what are they

three Alliance cruisers that were conduct-

doing? Planting wheat and herding sheep.

ing combat exercises just out of range of

The Alliance needs to control and exploit

the colony’s orbital defense platform’s

those resources to protect its holdings.

weapons, but well within sensor range of

You should show loyalty to the people you

Melpomene, everyone’s nerves were on

swore to defend.

edge, including Lisa’s. Marshall Greyson had calmly explained

“Not everything is about powering starships or making the rich even richer.”

to the governing council that the Alliance

You’re a traitor and a failure, Lisa.

commander was engaging in the time-

They’re coming for you. You need to answer

honored tactic of “showing the flag” in

for everything you’ve done. Lisa could no

an effort to remind the colonists that,

longer determine if the accusatory voice in

while they may hold Melpomene by

her head sounded like Trevor Trevor or herself.

charter and that the Alliance tended to

“Yes, I know I do,” she murmured, lifting

ignore them, they were still technically an

the shotgun as the security light outside

Alliance territory. She then informed the

winked out and the soft tinkling of glass

Council that the Alliance had an operative

came from her bathroom.

embedded in the military, but they had

the barrel of the shotgun toward the short

discovered the person’ per son’ss identity. identit y.

hallway leading to the back bedroom. The

Which had done nothing to make Lisa feel better bet ter.. You don’t really think you’re going to

Lisa pointed

soft crunch of someone stepping on the glass shards she had strewn on the hallway floor reached her ears.

get away with murder murder,, do you? you? It doesn’t

Lisa fired two rounds. The shot ripped

matter what kind of hero these people think

through the thin walls as she rolled off the

you are, we both know the truth, Trevor’s

chair,, moving toward the hallway chair hallway..

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came up in a crouch and fired two more

breathed a relieved sigh. sigh. The cavalry had

rounds down the hallways as a series of

arrived on schedule.

feathered barbs struck her protective vest.

No, Trevor Trevor,, this is how it ends. Now get

The tranquilizer darts could not pierce

out of my head! she thought as her body

her protective armor armor.. She was glad that that

went limp limp and collapsed on the the floor. floor. The

they wanted her alive: her vest would

last thing she saw before darkness took her

have stopped live rounds, but she would

was Master-Corporal Windsor’s worried

have been knocked flat and left helpless

face peering down at her.

if she had taken that many hits from real bullets. She heard the front door burst open op en and turned to face the new threat. She fired her fifth and final round at the intruder, knocking him backward and causing the flash grenade he was carrying to detonate among his teammates. Lisa dived behind her couch and drew her sidearm. She tried to blink back the sudden feeling of dizziness and nausea. Lisa looked down and found one of the darts sticking out from her unprotected arm. She pulled the offending barb out and took a deep breath.

The room was starting to spin

and her body was going numb, refusing to obey her frantic command to rise over her couch and keep fighting. This is how it ends, Trevor’s voice

whispered. A muffled blast from the back of her apartment and the sound of small arms fire from the hallway hallway filled her ears. Lisa

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Cochrane

watched as the Alliance ships completed their jump out of Melpomene’s system and disappeared from her scope. There had been several tense moments when Marshall Greyson had signaled Captain McClure that a team of Alliance Special Operations commandos had been caught engaging in an illegal operation against a member of the Melpomene Defense Forces. Captain McClure had attempted to disavow any knowledge of the failed raid. Marshall Greyson had told him to send a shuttle to pick up his people, including the three fatalities. The Alliance captain had had again acted as if Marshall Greyson was fabricating an an incident. Greyson told him him in a cold, steely voice that if the captured commandos where not Alliance soldiers, then they would be considered mercenar-



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ies and, in keeping with Melpomene laws, would be executed immediately. The

tension

had

mounted

“Incoming message for Commander Cochrane,” the platform’s communication

when

specialist told her. her. “It “It’’s Marshall Marshall Greyson.

the Alliance ships began to approach

“Put her on.”

Melpomene while powering up their

The man nodded at her when he had

weapons. Greyson had ordered her three aging short-range attack ships and her more modern orbital defense platforms to lock weapons on the Alliance cruisers. A two-hour silent stand-off ensued. Lisa sat in the command chair of the

the channel open. “This

is


Cochrane on Platform Two. wo.” ” Greyson’ss voice came over the speakers. Greyson’ “Commander,, you are ordered to return for “Commander debriefing.”

lead attack ship and watched the tactical

“Understood.”

display, trying to exude calm confidence

“Good. Your son keeps asking me when when

to her inexperienced crew while feverishly

you’re you’ re going to be back.

hoping no one did anything stupid.

Commander.”

When the lead cruiser launched a personnel shuttle, Lisa relaxed the tiniest amount.

Come home,

“Yes, ma’am. Tell Mitch Mitchell ell his mommy will be home for dinner dinner.” .”

When the shuttle returned

Lisa nodded to the communications

to the cruiser an hour later and the big

specialist to end the transmission, then

warships

turned

asked him to order her a shuttle prepped.

away from Melpomene and began their

She walked to the window as the man

long, slow acceleration to jump speed and

placed her order and looked out at the

toward Melpomene’s sun, Lisa breathed

blue-green-purple orb below her, anxious

a relieved breath.

to be home, to see her son.

and

super-transport

Marshall Greyson

ordered her attack ships to withdraw: the

“Ma’am?”

orbital platforms could keep watch on

Lisa turned to find the officer-of-the-

their departing guests. Lisa and her crew docked and stayed on Platform Two for the next two weeks, living in a state of constant alert until the four ships reached jump speed and vanished.

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watch addressing her.”Yes?” “Your shuttle’s ready and waiting on pad three.” “Thank you, lieutenant. Carry on.” The man nodded and returned to his


Melpomene Run, by Michael Merriam station. As Lisa walked toward the designated landing pad, she stopped at a trash and recycling chute. She reached into a pocket on her uniform and withdrew Trevor’s datapad.

Greyson had returned it to

her after Melpomene’s tech specialists extracted all the information they could from it. She pressed an an icon on its display. display. “So, am I forgiven?” Trevor’s voice asked. Lisa tapped the pad. “Yes, I forgive you,” she whispered, whispered, meaning meaning it. She had

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Michael Merriam Michael Merriam has sold fantasy and science con stories and poetry to a variety of magazines, including Andromeda Spaceways InightMagazine , ,Beyond Beyond Centauri ,Deep , Deep Magic , and The Shantytown Anomaly. Ficous Force , and The He is also a two-me semi-nalist in the L. Ron Hubbard Writers of The Future Contest . Michael parcipates in the Online Writers Workshop and is an assistant organizer of the Twin Cies Speculave Ficon Fic on Writers Network . He lives in Minneapolis,Minnesota with his wife and cat. Visit his homepage at http://home.mn.rr.com/mmerriam/

forgiven Trevor for being vain and greedy, for allowing himself to be manipulated by his father, for trying to stop her mission, for forcing her to kill him. She forgave him him all of it. Lieutenant-Commander Lisa Cochrane opened the chute and tossed in the datapad. She pressed the recycle button and walked to her waiting shuttle home.

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Shan’tir’ri by Scott M. Sandridge

I

turned the corner just in time. The shop

Mark, not Merc.”

to my right wasn’t so fortunate. Its

“Whatever. Four million credits, your pick

sensors failed to detect the energy discharge

of our latest military toys, and fifty thousand

in time to activate its anti-gravity generators, generators,

cubic acres of air space with your own floating

or the owners were too poor or too cheap to

mansion.”

have the standard safety devices installed.

“Nobody pays that much for an easy job.”

Whichever,, I didn’t Whichever didn ’t care. I was too busy saving

“I never said it was easy.”

my own life.

This was the part that made being a

Another blast grazed the top of my skimmer. On instinct I dove and avoided the

mercenary so interesting: smug clients who think they’re smart.

follow-up blast. Burning wreckage followed

“So, what’s the job?” I asked.

me down through the thick orange clouds. So

Gelv punched a button on his desk, and a

much for retirement.

holograph appeared. The sight of the hairless

All because I missed my target by three

female humanoid with blue skin sent a shiver

millimeters. I knew I should’ve refused this

down my spine. Gelv said, “I heard you were

job. Hindsight sucks…

acquainted with this species. That’s why I #

“It’s a simple job, Merc,” said Administrator Gelv. Those four words always make me suspicious, especially when spoken by a greedy, smoke-stem toting, bug that chuckles like a lunatic. Unfortunately, he or she or it (you just can’t tell with these K’rit’iks) followed up with the magic words I always like to hear, “And the pay is high.” “How high?” I asked. “And the name’s

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picked you. This particular Shan’tir’ri has been a thorn in my Queen’s side for the past eight months. According to our sources, this little she-monster is kidnapping drone younglings.” “Never knew they had a thing for bugs,” I said. “I thought they kept to humanoids for their pleasure slaves.” slaves.” Gelv sent a cloud of smoke-stem excretion into my face. I held my breath.


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Shan’tir’ri, by Scott M. Sandridge “Watch who you’re calling bugs,” he said.

that when I missed my mark. The sight of

“I’ll be more specific. She’s not kidnapping just

seeing silver liquid seep out of her pores to

any drone younglings. She’s taking our warrior

harden into armor, and weaponry grow from

drones and selling them t hem to our enemies. en emies.” ”

the same alloy, is a sight that can freeze the

“You said simple.”

most hardened predator.

“Yes.”

Good thing I was already accustomed to

“When do you get to the simple part?”

seeing their bio-armor conversion process. I

“I want her dead as dead can be and her

beat feet faster than ever before and hopped hoppe d

remains brought to me. Is that simple enough

into my skimmer. The one thought on my

for you?”

mind as I weaved between two cargo barges

My grin was all Gelv needed.

was about how nice it would be if, just once,

“You leave for Morvarr tomorrow morning.

something would actually go according to

Your pay is half if you take longer than a week.

plan.

Damages incurred will be billed to you, and

I dove down to where the clouds changed

your contract is forfeited if you don’t bring

from orange to red. My skimmer was designed

back proof of death.”

to slice through the thick, lower atmosphere.

“Just make make sure you have my money when

Her cyber-wings weren’t. This would force

I get back,” I said. I shook his three-pronged

her to rely primarily on her armor ’s thrusters,

pincer after adding, “I’ll take my choice of

and that would give me the maneuverability

weapon as my advance.”

advantage. At least I hoped it would. When I

“Nice doing business busin ess with you, Merc. Merc.” ”

looked back and saw that she was no longer

“Mark.”

behind me, I realized my mistake. mistake.

“Whatever. Just don’t try to cheat me. You

All I saw was a flash of silver before the

wouldn’t want me as your enemy.”

impact knocked me out of the pilot seat,

Why do they always say that?

caused every warning light in the control

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panel to light up, and put the skimmer into a spin that made my stomach spasm. The next thing I saw was a jagged cliff spinning in my front view screen. Call it skill, call it luck, call it anything you want. I managed to grab the stick in time


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Shan’r’ri, by Sco M. Sandridge to stop the spin and set the bottom of the

The Kr-9 Laser Assault Rifle is an interest-

skimmer onto the top of the cliff. Two skips,

ing weapon. The first laser weapon designed

a hop, and a quick reverse thrust stopped

for automatic burst firing, it also includes the th e

the skimmer before it smashed into the rock

most advanced sighting systems. The most

wall.

appealing part about it is the fingerprint

I popped open the emergency hatch,

scanner installed in the trigger. A microcom-

grabbed my gear, gear, and bolted out of the cockpit.

puter inside the stock contains the finger-

I managed twenty steps before the skimmer

prints of all authorized personnel. If the fin-

exploded and sent me sailing into the wall. I

gerprint from the scanner matches the one in

thought I was dead when everything blurred

the computer, fire away. If not…

and faded to black. When I came to, I realized

The Shan’tir’ri pulled the trigger. The

that death would have been preferable to

energy cells inside exploded and both of us

what the avenging angel standing over me

were flung backward. I might’ve heard her

may have planned.

screams if I hadn’t gone deaf for a few seconds.

I couldn’t move my left arm without searing

My back smacked into the wall, and she went

waves of pain. The combat armor that had

over the cliff. cliff. I found her left hand near what

saved me from the explosion was shredded

remained of my skimmer, unarmored blue

from the shrapnel, and I could feel burns and

flesh once again.

lacerations all over. The first thought in my

I called in for a pickup and returned to

head to form coherently was, Where’s my

Gelv’s office. His first words to me were, “Y “ You

damn rifle?

look like ground beef.”

That’s when I noticed the Shan’tir’ri held

An understatement if ever there was one.

it—my nice new gun: part of the reward for

I expected half my pay would end up in some

her head. The incongruity made me smile.

doctor’s bank account.

“It’s good to see you meeting death with a smile,” she said. “I taught you well, my little escaped pet.”

I tossed the hand onto his desk and said, “Job’s finished. Where’s my pay?” He poked at the hand, then looked up at

“It’s ironic when you think about it,” I said,

me. His mandibles clacked together with a

managing to get up on my knees. “I get killed

total lack of rhythm. Then he said, “How do I

with my own gun.”

know this isn’t some other Shan’tir’ri’s?”

“Indeed.”

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ment. Like I said, hindsight sucks.

your own damn gun. If you want what’s left of her, her, go down to this hellhole’s he llhole’s surface and find it yourself. I’m not about to go down there th ere and implode from the atmospheric density. I’m collecting my pay and checking into the nearest hospital. I’m sure you have ways to learn if that’ that ’s really her hand or not.” not.” Gelv sat back, silent at first, nodded once and said, “I’ll transfer the assets to your account within the hour, but if she pops back up—.” “Yeah, yeah; you’ll have every hunter from here to the Calivrin System on my tail. I know the drill.” “Pleasure

doing

business

with

you,

Mark.”

“Nevermind.” I walked out the door and took the elevator to the ground floor. When I stepped outside I saw a ball of blue flame erupt from Gelv’ Gelv ’s office window wind ow.. She

had

a

cell-bomb

implanted? Either the trigger had malfunctioned or she had set it on a timed delay. But why would—? Wonderful. She just set me up. No pay, and being the last person in his office made me suspect number one. Yep, it was time to lay low for a while, maybe think about retire-

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low. It’s one long, boring wait for the inevitable, especially on a secluded mud ball like Calivrin. It gave me plenty of time to ponder my fate. Would the Shan’tir’ri find me and, after a series of severe “punishments” put me back in captivity? Or would the K’rit’ik K’rit’ ik hunter drones find me, devour me, and spit out my remains before the feet of some Administrator? Personally, I would prefer the latter. Too bad my luck is about as good as my foresight. “Hello Mark.” Hearing the silky female voice told me I had been found. I started much panic to care. In three seconds she

“What?”

cell-bomb?

There’s one small problem about laying

running, knowing it was fruitless but in too

“Merc.”

A

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grabbed me by the shoulders and lifted me high above the adobe buildings like a hawk taking its prey. She dropped me down onto a mountaintop, then landed, her image surrounded by the blue sun like a silver avenging angel complete with crimson vibro-claws and particle beam arm cannon. When her feet touched the ground, the armored shell and cannon liquefied and entered into her body through the pores. She stood before me, oblivious to the freezing cold common to


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stay warm.

The stinging feeling in my shoulders made

“I offer you a choice,” she said. “You can

me glad those claws weren’t on; otherwise,

return to us and regain your place at my

I’d have no arms now. Not that it would

side—.”

matter much if I didn’t get off this mountain-

“In short, be your sex slave again.”

top before I froze to death.

“Or you can freeze to death.”

But first, I had to deal with the Shan’tir’ri.

“I can always climb down.”

I pulled out my sidearm and aimed, only

“And I can lift you back up here again.”

to see the damn thing get sliced by one swipe from her deadly little humming nails. I shut

Yeah, my luck l uck just ju st keeps getting gett ing better be tter.. “I’d rather freeze to death if you don’t mind. mind .”

my eyes and braced for the death I knew was coming. “Open your eyes, pet. I’m not going to kill you,” she said. I obeyed, and the first thing

That stopped her in her place. Her eyes widened, and then she blinked. “Why? Why would you choose death over being my consort? Life with us can’t be so bad.”

I saw after opening them was her sensuous

“You think?”

lips part to add, “Yet.”

“We feed you, we give you comfort, we—

I looked down her left arm and said, “I see you grew a new hand. I’d tell you it’s nice to see you’re still alive, but I’d be lying.” “It was very rude of you to blow me off that cliff.” “Well, you were trying to kill me.”

.” “Rape us? Beat us and worse when we don’t grovel at your feet? Treat Treat us like animals? Work Wor k us to death? Yeah, sure, some guys like that sort of stuff, but still—.” I was on the ground with her claws at my

“Only because you shot at me first,” she

throat before I even knew she attacked. Her

said as she circled around me like a preying

snarl made me shake more than the cold

feline. The red pupils in her he r black eyes looked

could. “You are animals compared to us!

me over like I was some kind of product. I

Your continued assumption that any species

admit it; I looked her over too, but what do

should be considered equal to ours is blas-

you expect from a guy?

phemous!”

“So, what now?” My body started shivering,

“There “T here you go again with that us/our crap. crap.

my plain wool clothes little protection against

At least I’m an individual and not taking orders

the cold. I held my arms against me to try to

from some Queen Mo—.”

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Shan’r’ri, by Sco M. Sandridge “Silence!”

pool?” I stood back up and shrugged. “Then

The volume regulators in her voice raised

why don’t you just take a sample and leave

her scream to a level that made the ground

me the hell alone?”

shake. The sound waves reverberated reverberated through

“It doesn’t work that way,” she said. She

my body, and the pain told me something

placed a hand on her hip and smiled, “Did you

shook loose in me somewhere. Fortunately,

think we take mates for enjoyment alone?

she lowered the volume when she added,

Our bodies are designed to select and process

“We are not worker drones like the K’rit’ik. K’rit’ ik. We

the best samples, and preserve them for the

possess individual thought. Why else would

Queen to use.”

I be here? Any other consort would’ve died immediately for what you’ve done if I—.” “If you what?”

I squatted down and placed my arms around my knees to stay warm. If I didn’t find a way off this mountain soon….

She released my throat, and stepped

But I’d be damned if I was ever going to be

back. “If I were obeying my orders, you’d be

a slave again. No weapon, and hand-to-hand

dead now. No consort who fled from us and

against her would be suicide. I could jump off

murdered our kind was ever given a second

the cliff and end it, but she’d probably just

chance, but we—I—had hoped you would

sweep me up and, worse yet, chastise me for

see the logic in returning to me.”

my stupidity.

“A little late to start getting mushy on me,

“Why must you be so stubborn?” she

isn’t it?” I regretted flashing my cocky grin the

asked. She began to pace again. “I treated

second her fist put me back on the ground. It

you better than any consort we ever had. I

felt like I had been smacked by a Taurusian. Taurusian.

even waived punishment when I shouldn’t. I

“Always blaspheming, little pet,” she said. “You have worthy genes. That’s all.”

thought you liked being my consort. Did I not bring you pleasure?”

It was my turn to get confused, “But…your

I couldn’t hold back my smile no matter

race doesn’t reproduce sexually. Why would

how much I wanted to. “It’s not that, honey.

you care about my genes?”

Believe me.”

“The Queen Mother still requires genetic

“Then “T hen what?” Her voice rose again. Thank-

material to create us with. Our cells are still

fully, she kept better control of the volume

half organic.”

this time. “Because we do not see you as

“And you want me to donate to your gene

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Shan’r’ri, by Sco M. Sandridge I rose, fists clenched. I glared at her as my body shook, not from the cold, and this time not from fear. fear. “Because I’m a man, damn it! it ! I have pride! I yearn to strive for something, to work for myself, to have something I can call

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my own! And to sometimes have something to fight and die for! “Can you give that to me? Can you give that to anyone?” She stood there and stared at me like I was a complete, total stranger and she had just now noticed. I figured once her shock wore off that my life would end. But when she finally moved, she did something I thought was never possible for her kind to do.

He has loved writing since early childhood, but didn’t get serious with it until 2000. He enrolled in Long Ridge Writ Writers’ ers’ Group in February 2001. His first short sho rt story, “ Treecutter Treecutter , ,”” was published in Issue 4 of The Sword Review in July 2005. He has since gone on to publish more short stories and write reviews for Tangent Online. He is also a member of the Critters Writers’ Workshop , a columnist for The Sword Review , and is a Slushmaster (Submissions Editor) for Ray Gun Revival .

She let me go. As she convert converted ed back into her h er battle form and flew away away,, my thoughts were only on one thing: I have a long climb down.

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rocky hilltop didn’t interrupt Cooper Flynn’s

Flynn and his best friend Sandle are playing

solitary vigil. After a respectful respectful pause, the

at swords when a stranger visits Patience

Abbot’s assistant cleared his throat and said,

Bay, setting in motion a chain of events that “It’s time.” Flynn looked back at the man, finds one of them dead and leaves the other

nodded absently, and turned to join the

to pick up the pieces.

others. They buried Sandle on the hill h ill from where

And as difficult as that seems, in the events leading up to the funeral, Flynn can’t shake a gathering feeling of dread, as if inexorable

he and Flynn first espied Tuy Meklanek’s arrival. The Abbot’s assistant put his hand on

uy’’s shoul shoulder der.. “Ven Meklan Meklanek, ek, would you forces outside of his control have been set Tuy into motion.

He is now alone, he doesn’t

know how to deal with his grief, and a storm

“I suspect Sandle would have preferred shadow passed over the young man on the hilltop. He faced faced the ocean

high above a pristine South Sea island bay. If the weather mirrored the tumult in his eyes, the heavens would blacken and the rain would pound the earth like tears, but the skies were as bright and clear as the halfgrin on his face. storm

was

throat and spoke spoke up. “Y “You, ou, who knew Sandle best, know his history—I do not. You know Sandle’s stories—I stories—I do not. You know his idiosyncrasies, his quirks, his strengths. I know only one thing of Sandle; he demonstrated great character in his moment of truth at at those assembled. “That “That’’s enough for for me.” me.”

brewing

somewhere.

Somewhere close. The shuffle of approaching feet on the

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something someth ing simple anyway anyway... ...” ” He cleared his

the risk of his own life.” Tuy looked around

And just as false. A

and stepped forward. “I have no prepared speech,” he said.

is brewing.

A

speak in the Abbot’s Abbot’s absence?” Tuy nodded,

Tuy’s voice dropped, and he confided, “I pray I may be half as brave at that moment.” He drew his sword, its metal-on-metal


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The Adventures of the Sky Pirate, by Johne Cook rasp loud in the quiet of the moment, and

assistant.

drove the tip firmly into the rocky soil. He

cleric gasped. He only had strength to stammer

knelt on his right knee and grasped the hilt

the benediction, “Serreh,” before he ducked

with his right fist.

his head and scuttled quickly back toward the

Witnessing his homage, those assembled

They locked eyes and the young

Abbey. His retreat ende ended d the ceremony.

followed his example. example. Tuy solemnly spoke: “Sandle Grawnsden, Grawnsden, I remember you. you.” ” The others repeated: “I remember you.” Tuy bowed his head, traced the sacred four-sided mark of Cyl upon his chest. Raising his head, he rose, sheathed his sword, and stepped back. An awkward silence fell over the little group, and then Flynn stepped forwar forward. d. His infamously unruly black hair was corralled and tied in a nape-knot; his black eyes were set wide apart on a face perpetually on the verge of breaking into a grin. Flynn’s face shone in the bright mid-afternoon sunlight; the prevailing wind whipped dust into his dry eyes. No sorrow showed thereon, and a careless observer might have mistaken his demeanor as casual, except except for for one thing—the eyes. On closer inspection, those black eyes revealed a deliberate, intelligent rage.

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Flynn appeared bright and early for his fencing practice the following morning. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to meet today,” observed Weapons Master Thannon, playing idly with his sword sword sheath. “Have you slept?” Flynn shook his head negligently negligently..

“I’m

fine. I might have have been more effective effective against Sandle’s killer with better training.” training.” He bowed with a flourish. “Here I am; teach your eager eager pupil, pupi l, Master Master..” Thannon nodded, a grudging half-smile coming to his face. face. He released released the catch and flipped his h is sheath into the corner corner,, where it lodged, quivering. “Very well,” said the Weapons Master. “Let’s see what you’re really made of.” #

After a fierce morning practice, Flynn took

His voice was clear and controlled, almost

his sword, along with some bread and meat,

soft-spoken. soft-spok en. “He was my first and best friend,

and disappeared into the jungle. He told no

and he deserved more. He deserved better.

one where he was going, and didn’t explain

The architect of Sandle’s unjust death will

himself when he returned that night.

answer for his crime.”

He looked around.

“That’’s it. “That it.” ” Flynn’s gaze flickered over to the Abbot’s

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surface, but this wasn’t a hysterical killer, killer, nor

with a blade.

a random random killing. The mystery mystery blade was a

Tuy Meklanek remanded himself to the Abbot’s extensive library and stood by the

member of the t he Qantiin, the Assassin’s Guild.” Guild.” “Qantiin?

How do you know?

Actually,, Actually

window out back, watching Flynn leave

scratch that–I’ve never seen swordsmanship

each afternoon, before turning his back and

like that, nor those kinds kin ds of moves.” moves.”

returning to the library.

“Exactly.. The Qantiin abandon “Exactly abandon their blood

Sometimes, he even read a little.

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Two weeks later, exhausted after the morning’s practice and the pace of his exertions, Flynn fell into a deep sleep beneath a palm tree. tree. Startled awake awake by something to his right, he blinked and jerked jerked suddenly, suddenly, ready to scramble back, until he recognized the quiet figure seated nearby. nearby. Then he took a deep breath and relaxed. Tuy sat not far away, quietly looking out over the ocean. “I didn’t hear you sit down, down,” ” said Flynn, his voice husky from from sleep. “How did you find me?” Tuy continued gazing gazing at the ocean. It was some time before he spoke. “That’s not the right question,” he said in a low voice. Flynn rubbed his eyes and sat up with his back against the tree.

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happen?” Flynn stood and started pacing.

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enmity enmit y from all: for life.” The color left Flynn’s Flynn’s face. “Assassin? What was an assassin doing here?” Tuy nodded again.

“That’’s a better “That

question,” he said, his eyes on the ground. He started tracing in the dust with the point of a stick. “Let me ask you something; how do you think Sandle happened to be in the rear courtyard with a real sword just then?” Flynn frowned and said, “I think that Sandle was more observant than I. He noticed your your arrival before I did, as well as the arrival of the second boat, and even woke me to tell me of it. Shells, there were probably other clues I missed so completely that I can’t even recall them to tell you now. now.” ” Frustrated Frustrated,, Flynn threw a stick into the trees. “A second vessel? What did he say when he awakened you?”

“That’s not it, either.” minutes passed…ten.

the more fearsome. Kill one and you you draw draw

“It was a little weird. He went on about a great, black bird of calamity perched on the second boat, claiming it was a harbinger of death.” Issue 04, August 15, 2006

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Flynn looked looked stricken. stricken. “I berated berated him for reading too much into it and for waking me when we should both be sleeping.” Tuy looked pensive. “Did you tell anybody anybody else about that?” “No.

I ate a quick breakfast and had

weapons practice with Master Thannon, and was then introduced to you the same morning. That’s all” Tuy stroked his beard. “ There’s more to this than meets the eye. How is it possible to have a clandestine information network on an island so remote and so sparsely populated? The assassin moved too fast for a complete stranger,” stranger, ” Tuy mused, half hal f to himself, himse lf, “…faster than I would have expected.” Flynn mulled this over, over, blinked, and cock cocked ed his head. “So how do we know this assassin, this Qantiin, was here for for Sandle at all? What if he was actually here to target someone else?” else? ”

He turne turned d and looked at Tuy.

“If

Sandle wasn’t the ultimate target, who was? Oh, wait! If there was an ultimate target, target, will the Qantiin send another assassin?” Tuy nodded his head and smiled grimly. “That’s the right question. question.” ” He stood. “Let’s

take a walk. It’s time I told you you what brought me to Patience Bay.” Flynn’s eyes grew wide with alarm. alarm. “What? What brought you here?” he asked. Tuy turned and looked Flynn in the eye for the first time that day. day. “You. “You.” ” Ray Gun Revival

They walked out to the Abbot’s Watch, a rocky point overlooking the ocean to the west. High forerunner clouds started to obscure the sun, making the afternoon prematurely dark. A storm was visible against against the horizon, horizon, but was still some distance distance away away. Its brilliant white towers reached toward the sky, rising from a base that was dark and expanding. Flynn said, “Sandle was perceptive. When you sailed in, he noted your weatherworn boat and shabby clothes. clothes. I saw only the way you carried yourself, and imagined your boat as my opportunity to finally leave this rock. He was looking out for everyone else, but I only thought of myself.” Tuy nodded.

“I’ve been searching the

islands for many months. When I started, I felt I was searching by request of Her Majesty Majesty,, but later, later, to fulfill a quest q uest for a friend of mine. However, I’d only recently come to grips with the possibility I might not find you at all, and then discovered to my surprise that I was questing for myself.” He looked at Flynn. “At first, I was charged with a mission to you at the behest of the Crown, but as time passed, I realized the truth of it: I was searching for what might be called ‘redemption.’’ I don’t know what you ‘redemption. you know of your father, but he was a quietly great man, and I don’t bestow such praise praise lightly. lightly. As you discovered with Sandle, I didn’t appreciate your father fully until he was gone. I came came Issue 04, August 15, 2006

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was clear: someone didn’t want you found.”

my loyalty to my country, and I don’t say that

Tuy cleared cleared his throat. throat. “Either that, or they

lightly lightl y, either. e ither.

wanted to find you themselves.”

“There’s a story I should tell you about us

“But why?” asked Flynn, adding, “I have

eventually, which I’m only now beginning

dim memories of my father, my mother, of

to understand fully, and can’t bring myself

being content, of everything making sense.

to tell anyone at the moment. moment. I have have come

I think I remember our cottage, then a boat,

to believe that I owe him a life-debt. life-debt. With

and then arriving here. I’ve never never gotten gotten an

your father no longer around to repay it to, I

answer as to where my family went, or why

started to look around for his surviving family;

I’m here. here. I think the Abbot knows, but won’t

that inspired my journey here.” here.”

tell me. I think he’s he’s hiding the full story from from

At this revelation, Flynn’s expression made him look every bit the fifteen-year-old boy. boy.

me!” Flynn swallowed. “I have have always always had this

“But seeking you and finding find ing you were two

feeling of being special, that, perhaps, I was

different things. I have have spent a considerable

the forgotten son of royalty, and, at the very

fortune to tease out clues of your existence,

least, expected to find out why I was here,

much less your whereabouts, and started

what I was waiting for, what I was meant to

to discover a pattern.” Tuy looked at Flynn Flynn..

do. I felt felt like a prince in hiding, even while I

“Your father was more proud of you than I

picked grapes and cleared cleared dirty dishes. But

can ever convey, and went to extraordinary

as much as I wanted those things to be true, I

measures to obscure your location.

didn’t believe be lieve them.”

That,

incidentally,, is why we haven’t incidentally h aven’t seen any other

Flynn turned and addressed Tuy directly.

assassins around here until I arrived, because

“Who am I? Why do I feel there is more more to

they didn’t know where you were any more

this life, and I’m missing truths everybody

than I did.”

else knows?”

Flynn blanched. “So how…?”

Tuy stared at a small rock by his worn

“As I hinted, I’ve been looking for a long,

leather boot.

“Those questions haunt all

long time. I started started out, in fact, with a fleet

thinkers,” Tuy said softly. softly.

of ships working in concert concert.. However However,, as we

voice, he added, “I’d love to tell you you’re a

continued to burn through time and money,

long-lost prince kept safe here on a remote

my ships started to encounter… issues.

island for your own protection until you are

Sometimes

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about it. I can’t answer answer if you’re you’re special right

Tuy kicked the pebble out and watched it

now,, but I can tell now te ll you: you might be. Whether

fall out of view view over the cliff. cliff. Then he turned

you in fact become great or not depends on

and looked looked Flynn in the eye. “But that’s not

what you decide, and on what you then say

true. I think you realize realize it, too.” too.”

and do. do.” ”

Flynn tried to look away, away, but couldn’t.

A ray of light broke through the gathering

“The truth is that you’re the orphaned son

storm and, in the wonder of the moment as

of a man I called friend a long time ago. ago. The

he watched the display in front of him, Flynn

truth is that my life is drawing to a close and I

wept.

have no family family.. The truth is that I’ve I’ve been so

Some time later later,, Flynn took a deep breath,

busy with my own life ‘serving the monarchy’

blinked, and furrowed furrowed his brow brow.. When he

that I never bothered to set old scores aright,

turned turne d to Tuy Tuy,, his tone was light again. “So,

never bothered to make a difference to one

how did you actually find me?”

person.”

Tuy laughed. “I finally gav gave e up and came

Tuy cleared his throat, fighting unexpected

to the one place where I thought I could

emotion. “I’ve done everything else I wanted

beg wisdom from almighty Cyl Himself with

to do, do, and none of it really really mattered. mattered. After

the help of the unique library here and the

much thought, I realized I didn’t want to go to

assistance of another old friend, the Abbott.

the bottom without passing something along

Imagine my surprise when I arrived to see the

to one actual person.” person.” He looked looked at Flynn.

spitting image of your father running around,

“…which, ultimately, brought me to you.”

playing at swords, frolicking on an island

Tuy looked back out at the panorama and

hilltop as innocent as a newborn lamb. Well,

took a sip from the water skin attached to his

after sparring with a Qantiin assassin, you are

leather belt. “The good news is: you you can be

a lamb no longer. I think you, now, now, are The

whatever you you set yourself yourself to be—the man in

Lone Wolf .”

the gap, a great hero, one who fights for self or for good. You can obey your liege or your own conscience, see the entire world, or stay here on this quiet little rock.” rock.” He returned the water skin to his belt. “If

Flynn snorted and smiled. “I think, I, now now,, am hungry as a wolf,” wolf,” he said, standing. Tuy rose and clapped him on the shoulder shoulder.. “Stop by my room later tonight.

I have

something your father wanted you to have.”

you ask me, it matters not who you really are,

With that, Flynn turned his back to the

just that you have the awareness to wonder

approaching storm and returned with Tuy to

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wall as he stood in the doorway doorway. The lamp

deeply in the distance.

had been knocked over and oil burned in a

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narrow strip on the table, casting a weird light

The storm hit while they were at table. Flynn saw the Abbot burst through the door accompanied by a rush of wind that quickly flowed through the great hall, causing the lamps to flutter wildly wildly.. Men ran to close the various shutters to keep out the worst of the storm’ss fury. storm’ fury. As the Abbot strained strained to close the door, men sprang to his aid to shut out the storm behind him. Flynn gestured toward the Abbott with his jaw. “He’s back,” he said. Tuy turne turned d and saw him approach. Standing, he went to meet him, and the two embraced, then walked, speaking in subdued voices, to a private antechamber off of the main room. Flynn dispensed with pretensions, stood, left his plate, and wandered off to to the Abbot’s library.. He spent the evening there in the grip library of a peculiar mood, and then started walking upstairs. The wind whipped and the rain fell as Flynn padded along the balcony until he came to Tuy uy’s ’s rooms. He looked at the door, door, and then looked closer. closer. The door was open a crack. Flynn stepped forward, curious, and heard a crash crash inside. When he started started to push the door open, the wind caught it, slamming it loudly against against the wall. A flash of lightning lightning behind him cast Flynn’s Flynn’s silhouette against the

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over the scene. Flynn saw Tuy with his back against the far wall, standing defenseless as a figure threatened him with a sword. sword. Their eyes met, and Tuy shook his head once, almost imperceptibly. His attacker looked over at him and the fluttering light revealed his face. “It’s

him—it’s

the

assassin,

Master

Thannon…” Flynn said conversationally to

those assembled. “It takes takes on a different conconnotation in a different context, context, doesn’t it?” it? ” He stepped slowly into the room, where he saw a table filled with various weapons. Flynn slowly approached the scene, until the Weapons Master warned, “Stop right there, if you please.” please.” Flynn kept walking, passing the table but touching nothing, until he stood six feet to the right of Tuy Tuy.. “It’s all right. A wise man I know taught me that the best way to survive a fight is not to start one you you can’t win. I want off this rock; I’m here for a job.” The Weapons Master smirked and said, “This is a good day. day. Very well, take some notes

while I finish finis h my little task.” task.” “Yes, Master,” said Flynn without irony, sitting down in a chair and putting his feet up on a table. Tuy uy’’s eyes grew flinty.


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The Adventures of the Sky Pirate, by Johne Cook Tuy spoke. “So the boat that came came in after

Flynn started rocking back and forth as he

me belonged to the other assassin. It appears app ears

thought. “How long have you been waiting

clear that you both are Qantiin:

undercover?”

he the

assassin-of-record assassi n-of-record and you the sleep sleeper er.. I’ve

Thannon’s face reflected reflected his pride. “When

got a question bothering me, though. If you you

Ven Meklanek disappeared from Court, I killed

are ‘family,’ how did you decide to kill your

the former Patience Bay Weapons Master on

fellow assassin, and why did he go along with

his vacation and came here to fill his vacancy

it?”

myself.. I communicated regularly with the myself

“His task was to take out his target…” and here Thannon indicated Tuy uy..

Council via messenger bird. We have agents

“When the

stashed all over the Empire waiting for news

Qantiin was exposed, I killed Sandle to keep

of Tuy’s Tuy’s death. death. Killing the prey and inducting

him quiet, and next my brother Qantiin,

a new recruit will be a great day for the

assuming his bounty-duty bounty-duty.. He breathed his

Council!”

blessing to me before he died.” died.” “You… killed Sandle,” said Flynn, and his

voice was studiously neutral.

Flynn looked at Tuy, Tuy, but he was studiously watching Thannon. On cue, Thannon mattermatterof-factly said “Time to die,” drew a sword

Thannon waved his left hand as if shooing

with his gauntleted left hand, and tossed it

away an insect. “I flipped my sword’s sword’s sheath

hilt-first toward Tuy, and then drew his own

toward the Qantiin, who blocked it toward

blade.

Sandle, completing the kill. It is the move of

Tuy never took his eyes off Thannon and

two Masters—you were fortunate to have

side-stepped the incoming weapon, letting it

witnessed a rare maneuver.”

hit the wall and clatter to the floor. floor.

Flynn pushed himself back in the chair

Puzzled, Flynn looked at the sword on the

until he was leaning back on two legs. “So

floor. Without taking his eyes from Thannon,

the offer to teach me swordsmanship was a

Tuy replied replied “Poison on the hilt. The Qantiin

front to recruit me to become Qantiin?”

have no end of tricks. tricks. They cannot ever be

“Yes,” said Thannon, smiling largely, “and

trusted.” trusted. ” Thannon bowed his head slightly slightly,, a

the offer is still open. All you have have to do is kill

mocking grin on his face, and then raised his

a man tonight and you will be sworn in and

blade in salute.

taken under my wing. You will enjoy wealth,

A gust of wind attacked the stuttering

power,, arcane knowledge, challenging assignpower

flame, casting momentarily deep shadows.

ments, and brotherhood with w ith bold men.”

Flynn fell over backward out of his chair, hit

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The Adventures of the Sky Pirate, by Johne Cook the ground rolling, and grasped the hilt of

pinning him to the wall.

the nearest sword hanging off the weapons

Tuy gasped and dropped his sword.

table behind him.

He lofted it, hilt first,

Pleased with his handiwork, Thannon

over Thannon’s head and then scrabbled for

released the hilt of his sword and stepped

another.

back with a flourish to admire the sword

Thannon turned to see what the commotion was, as the sword arced over over his head. He

handle protruding from Tuy as it vibrated back and forth.

spun back around as the sword smacked into

“Thus I have…”

Tuy’s hand, who dropped into a defensive

Flynn exploded out of the corner and

position.

heaved, flipping the little table over onto the

“The whelp is duplicitous,” said Thannon, eyes glinting. Flynn mock bowed and walked walked around by Tuy. Tuy. “Even better,” better,” grated Thannon. Thanno n.

flame on its top and extinguishing the fire, casting the room into darkness. A scuff on the floor and then a flash of

“He will make a glorious Qantiin when I am

lightning revealed Flynn’s face nose-to-nose

done with him. him.” ”

with Thannon, whose expression changed

Under his voice, Tuy said “So here we are fighting Qantiin again, you and I.”

from glee to to horror in an instant. instant. “Thank you for the lesson, Master ,” ,” said Flynn, savagely,

Flynn said “Fret not, my friend. I’ I’d d rather

as his hands shot to Thannon’s Thannon’s throat. Flynn

fight Qantiin once a day and twice on Market

squeezed, and all those hours spent gripping

Day than join them.”

a sword were put to good use.

Thannon said “That “That’’s what we all say, say,” and attacked.

With a gurgling roar, Tuy pulled loose from the wall and fell heavily to his knees at

When the two repelled his first attack,

Thannon’ss feet. Tuy grasped Thannon around Thannon’

Thannon Thanno n broke broke off. off. “You have learne learned d well,”

his knees and lifted him off the floor. floor. Flynn

he said. “Now I will teach teach you you something

pushed forward and up, catching Thannon’s

new.. new

Avoid their

weight squarely in his hands around the

strength, exploit their weakness. weakness.” ” And then,

Weapons Master’s throat. Thannon’s hands

before they had time to move, Thannon beat

clawed at Flynn’s wrists, but the Weapons

Flynn’ss sword out of his hand with one savag Flynn’ savage e

Master had no leverage against that steely

blow, knocking Flynn off his feet to crumple

grip. Weapons Master Thannon was helpless

hard into the corner. corner. Next, in one fluid move,

without his blades, and struggled for his life

he spun around lightly and ran Tuy through,

at the hands of his student, and in the grip of

Know your opponent.

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The Adventures of the Sky Pirate, by Johne Cook his prey.

“Hold the document closer to you than th an your

And then, caught up in darkness and offbalance, the real assassin of Patience Bay died.

own name,” name,” gasped Tuy. Tuy. “It is your future. It is…the future of the world.” world.” Flynn tucked it into his shirt. “It would be good for you to flee now n ow,,” said

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Together, Flynn and Tuy tossed the body athwart the overturned table, and then Flynn knelt to help a gasping Tuy to his feet. “Nicely…done “Nice ly…done,,” grated Tuy Tuy..

“I… thoug thought ht

you’d go for… the dagger.” “He would have been looking for a blade, I thought, and then I remembered the chicken.”

Tuy. “You have wanted your freedom,” he added, the rasp getting louder every time he breathed. breathe d. “Beware what you wish for... for...” ” he grated. “The Lone Wolf is yours!” he said just before his eyes rolled up and he toppled over backward. A thunderclap obscured obscured the sound of his body as it crumpled to the floor. floor. A stricken Flynn dropped to his knees in the lightning-cut darkness. “Tuy! No. No!” He

Tuy raised an eyebrow. “Killing is never exciting,” exciting,” Flynn said, “especially when it is necessary.” “So you wrung his neck instead?

Good

thinking!” Tuy grinned painfully, painfully, and coughed. “I observe that dying…is even less exciting,” he said. He pressed pressed his hands against against the

heard a noise after the thunder, thunder, and looked looked up as a lightning flash revealed the silhouette of another in the doorway stroking a black pigeon. Flynn froz froze. e. “You’d best come with me, lad, “ said the Abbot. #

wound in his chest and nodded toward the edge of the bed. “Th “The e Abbot’s Abbot’s satchel, satchel,” ” he said. “Hurry.” Flynn

reached

Back in his study, the Abbot gave Flynn a rag to wipe his face and walked to a corner of

it

in

two

steps

and

returned. “There “Th ere is…a parchment…” Tuy gasped, gasped, and a red foam and spittle flew from his mouth.

the room. Bending over stiffly stiffly,, he removed removed a stone from the corner and pulled out a leather bag that jingled with coins, as well as a rolled parchment. Replacing the stone,

Flynn struggled with the satchel and

he awkwardly regained his feet. Returning

finally got it open. He dug through through a number

to Flynn, he stopped, backtracked, pulled a

of regular papers and felt around, then drew

book from the shelf, and presented the items

out a rolled-up parchment with a leather loop

to Flynn.

around it.

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“These “Th ese are the monies given to me for your


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The Adventures of the Sky Pirate, by Johne Cook 17th birth birthday day.. I give them to you early. This

better, we must assume that the hourglass is

is a map of the islands, which you’ll need for

running. runni ng. You must leave tonight, now, now, to stay

ports. And finally, finally, the Jodkins. I think you will

ahead of pursuit.”

appreciate it most of all. Return it someday

He looked looked at Flynn, not unkindly. unkindly. “I was

if you like, or pass it down to your children if

never comfortable caring for a boy as bright

you take a wife.”

as you.

The Abbot looked at the bird, sadly sadly..

We have been considering an

“I

orphanage here, and may well proceed with

imagine you have a thousand questions, but

that plan to enable us to better care for those

time is short, so I must be brief brief.. Tuy knew

stuck between circumstance on their way to

more of your your parents than I. His papers may may

adulthood.

assist you in your your search for for your past. past. As for

some day when you have triumphed over

your present… The first assassin was was sent not

covert machinations and circumstance and

for Sandle, and not for you, but for Tuy Tuy.. He

achieve what is prepared for you to do.”

Perhaps you can visit us again

was the target all along, for his knowledge

Flynn spoke with unaccustomed bluntness.

or perhaps for what else he carried. carried.” ” He

“I never liked you, Abbot, and saw you as stern

stopped and examined Flynn’s face, but saw

and unyielding. Yet, I have have come to respect

nothing helpful there. Then a hint of a smile

you, and I suspect I couldn’t have made your

passed over the Abbot’s face.

life and your oath any harder. harder. He swallowed

He continued.

“I visited…‘friends’…over

and added, “Please… forgiv forgive e me,” then bowed

There I discovered that the

his head in the Abbot’s presence for the first

Qantiin use a network of overt killers and

time. The Abbot leaned forward forward and placed

sleeper agents to accomplish their dire

a hand on his head, then sat back.

at Briar Island.

work, and keep in touch in a variety of ways, including messenger me ssenger birds.” Flynn nodded. “Where did you discover this one?” The Abbot strok stroked ed his beard. “Th “This is was in the possession of Thannon’s Thannon’s assistant. assistant. He may be naïve, but I wouldn’t count on on it. I expect the chances a message will go out tonight are very high, despite my best efforts. efforts.” ” He looked looked Flynn in the eye. “For worse worse or

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Flynn looked up, smiled an awkward smile, and said, “I… Thanks, Abbot. Abbot.” ” Then he gathered his things and strode out into the wind, the rain, and the night.. “Cyl go before you and with you, young Master Flynn,” Flynn,” whispered the Abbot. #

It was nearly dawn by the time Flynn arrived down at the docks and looked around. The wind had abated and the lightning was


Pg. 4 past for now, but a steady rain soaked Flynn from head to toe. He looked out at the vessels vessels rocking at their berths and made straight for The Lone Wolf .

He stood and sized it up as the waves banged it against the dock.

Johne Cook Johne Cook is a founder of Ray Gun Revival, and has wrien online arcles, reviews, and short stories. He was a 2004 winner of NaNoWriMo, the Naonal Novel Wring Month.

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He is a Technical Writer and Help Author by day and creave writer / magazine editor by before tossing his bags onboard; he untied night. Johne is an admied fan of the Firey Firey the ropes, pushed the boat out of the slip, / Serenity series, and gratefully acknowledges that inuence in this serial. and hopped aboard. freedom to me,” he said under his breath,

Then Flynn set sail out into the steady storm and the coming dawn, oblivious to the great black albatross perched on the assassin’s ship, watching with unblinking green eyes.

Next episode, “The Friar of Briar Island, Part One”

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Memory Wipe Chapter Two: “Zartsi” by Sean T.M. Stiennon through the leafy canopy above him, throwing The story so far: Three years ago, Takeda

the darkness into sharp relief relief.. Trilling animal

Croster woke up in the city of Greendome on

calls echoed from trunk to trunk.

the colony world of Belar with no memories,

warmth pressed down on him, and when he

no connections, and no possessions aside

raised a sore arm to touch his face he found

from the clothes he was wearing and an

it already damp with sweat. How long had he

Imperial citizenship card with his name on it.

slept?

Sticky

He worked at the Silver Sun casino, ignored

Takeda glanced down and saw something

by most, until one night when he began

dark, hairy, and many-legged crouching on his

to manifest superhuman powers in a fight

shoe. He shook it off with a shudder shudder.. His gun

against two corrupt cops: enhanced senses,

was still in his hand, clenched so tight it had

great strength, lightning-fast reactions. He

left deep white marks in his flesh. He checked checked

seriously injured both cops. Strange dreams

the magazine: magazine: eight rounds left. Enough to

and a feeling of great exhaustion followed

defend himself from Vass’ force, if they came

the encounter.

after him again.

Then, the next night, the corrupt leader

He had been in the jungle a few times

of the local police force, Captain Brian Vass,

before, and the sights around him were

came to the casino to arrest him, threatening

somewhat familiar familiar.. Most of the trees were were

him with death and torture for what he did to

thick-trunked and relatively short, but the

the two two officers. His abilities returned, and

glistening black and blue vines that coiled

Takeda broke free of Vass and his men, killing

around them and dangled from their branches b ranches

or wounding several of them, and fled into

made it difficult to tell where one plant ended

the jungles surrounding Greendome, an exile

and another began. Takeda saw saw small yellow

from everything he’s ever known, haunted insects skittering over those vines, devouring

by the strange–and lethal–powers which he

even smaller creatures that he could only see

can’t begin to understand....

if he came within a few centimeters of them. The scents of damp foliage, moist earth, and

W

hen Takeda Croster awoke, rays of

pungent flowers flowers filled his nostrils. He felt felt a

golden sunlight were slanting down

tree at his back, and when whe n he pulled away away,, he

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Memory Wipe, by Sean T.M. T.M. Sennon saw that the vines were squished where his

The planet Belar supported four settlements:

shoulders had pressed against them.

Greendome, the spaceport, a small logging

He

vaguely

remembered

what

had

camp a hundred kilometers west of the space

happened last night, after he had jumped

port, and another city four hundred kilome-

out of his stolen truck: bullets flying and his

ters away that mined gemstones and gathered

legs pounding against the dirt. He had killed

valuable herbs from the jungle. Greendome’ Greendome’ss

another cop before reaching the jungle, and

great success was making the Company

he had run through the darkness, shoving

consider opening several new settlements, but

branches and creepers out of his path, until

for now, now, Belar had only tiny specks of sentient

he had collapsed from sheer exhaustion.

population.

Sleep hadn’t cleared away all of that fatigue.

Takeda knew he could never return to

Takeda stood, but quickly had to brace himself

Greendome–Vass wouldn’t forget about him.

against the tree to stay stay on his feet. He felt light-

In theory, he might be able to work as a lum-

headed from more than the heat–it was as if

berjack at the logging camp, but he suspected

someone had sent an electric shock through

the camp administrator would be suspicious

his brain, frying his nerves.

of a man stumbling out of the jungle with his

What had happened to him? Two days ago, ago, his life had been going on on as normal. Now

clothes torn and muddy. muddy. He would contact Vass.

he seemed to be living a nightmare–he had

That left the spaceport. And all that Takeda Takeda

killed men and been forced to flee from the

could hope for at the space port was a ship

only home he remembered. Nothing was left

that would get him away from Belar–out into

except the clothes he wore–already stained–

the stars. The prospect was staggering. The

his citizenship card, the gun in his hand, and

Empire included hundreds of worlds, including

the eight bullets in its magazine. He couldn’t

many colonies with minimal habitation. The

even remove the manacles from his wrists.

last census had shown over three hundred

And then there were the strange powers that

billion inhabitants. He had read about many many

seemed to come to him whenever he was in

of those planets: Calthron, the capital Imperia,

danger...powers as incomprehensible as they

the harsh colony of Nihil, blue Hyderra, with

were deadly.

its opulent resort cities, even ancient Earth,

Takeda forced his mind away from such

humanity’s cradle. cradle. He could travel travel to any any one

circular thoughts. thoughts. He wasn’t dead yet, yet, and he

of them, with a little money–or even beyond,

needed to decide how to keep himself alive.

to the Lithrall Kingdom or the Drava worlds.

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Memory Wipe, by Sean T.M. T.M. Sennon This freedom staggered Takeda. Perhaps, somewhere among the stars, he could build

Greendome’s library banks–but he was no bushman.

a real life for himself, better than what he

Takeda thrust the pistol through his belt

had possessed in Greendome. Greendome. No one even even

and started walking, moving southwest to

had to know about his missing memories–he

intersect the rail rail line. If he walked walked alongside

would be a new immigrant, with nothing to

it, it would show him the way to the space

set him apart from any other. Perhaps he

port.

could join the Imperial Army–he knew he was good, even without his strange abilities, and with military training he could become even better.. Someday he might be an better an officer with a respected identity behind his name. But first, he had to reach the spaceport. Greendome’s primary connection to it was a rail line stretching from the colony’s western end to a station where wood, sap, herbs, furs, and other jungle products were unloaded for shipping aboard the Company freighters. freighters. The train did carry passengers, but Vass would be watching it, and Takeda couldn’t pay a fare. He realized that he couldn’t pay for a berth on a starship either, but he’d solve that problem when he came to it. For now, now, seventy kilometers of wild w ild jungle separated him from his destination.

He

would have to locate safer places to sleep–it was blind luck that had kept him from being jumped by a skitter while he lay unconscious–and find food. It had already been almost twenty-four hours since his last meal. He knew some things about the jungle–there had been plenty of material available from

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Takeda traveled at a steady pace, occasionally eating small clusters of berries that grew from the trunks of a certain kind of tree. For the bark-stripping mammals who fed on the trees, the berries were an awareness-numbing drug, but for Takeda, Takeda, they were simply a sweet and fairly harmless food. He knew too too many would make him sick, though, and the small clumps weren’t enough to satisfy his hunger. He knew he would have to hunt soon to get any good quantity of edible food, and that was something with which he had no experience. Twice, he saw small animals, but they fled faster than he could pursue, and Takeda couldn’t afford afford to waste bullets. He began to to wish that his enhanced abilities would return so that he would have no trouble tracking down and killing meat. He was was able to find water in cupped leaves, but even that was scarce. There had been little rain rain recently. recently. Hunger still chewed at his gut when he spotted the rail line just as the pale light of morning was becoming the deep gold of afternoon. Standing on a low hill, he saw it as


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Memory Wipe, by Sean T.M. T.M. Sennon a streak of bright silver, cutting through the

insects were disturbed from their perches,

dark sea of trees before before him. A road for for cars cars

but he couldn’t find anything that might

ran alongside it, paved with blacktop.

have woken woken him. The jungle was serene, serene, and

Greendome was still visible to the east, particularly

the

prominent

when he peered through the branches to the

hydroponics

left, he could still see the rail line, glimmering

domes. For a moment, they reminded Takeda Takeda

like a syringe in the moonlight. Four meters meters

of Sheri, with her golden hair and its fierce

below him, on the jungle floor, he could hear

blue highlights. Perhaps she would miss him,

a particularly vocal variety of beetle singing

but Takeda Takeda doubted it would last for for long. She

its lilting mating call.

would find other men to dote on–ones who

always slept until he was fully rested, unless

were both friendlier and more responsive to

something dramatic woke him.

her.. She didn’t need him. her

Strange–he almost

He had just lain back against a thick branch

Still, Sheri stuck in his thoughts as Takeda

to go back to sleep when he saw something

turned and began following the rail line west.

blacker than the night reach up and clench

He traveled until night fell, then clambered

one of the tree’s upper limbs: an enormous

up into the lower branches of a tree that

talon, sheathed in glimmering exoskeleton.

didn’t look as if it was host to any major

Slowly–and with complete silence–something

insect colonies.

below began to pull itself up, its armed talon

His stomach still growled

with hunger pains, but with the quiet trilling

bending bend ing stiffly. stiffly.

of insects and the cool breeze to lull him, he

locked onto that black claw, and memories

fell asleep within minutes.

from his reading reading came back to him. He knew

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Takeda woke suddenly, and at first he couldn’t remember where he was. Only when he tried to sit up, feeling rough bark against his palms, and cracked his head against a branch did he come to full awareness of his location. It was was the middle of the night. Takeda could see hardly anything, but he ran his hands along the bark of his sleeping place and up into the branches branches above him. A few small small

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Takeda froze in fear fear,, eyes

what was invading his perch: A skitter skitter.. The talon alone was larger than his own hands. When its head reared up, Takeda realized that the moonlight showed him every detail– yellow eyes like mineshaft lanterns, grinding jaws large enough to enfold his torso, and interlocking plates of black armor armor.. Another talon latched onto the bark just a few centimeters from Takeda’s foot, and the beast continued its ascent. It was amazingly silent, but Takeda Takeda could hear the faint breath sliding


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Memory Wipe, by Sean T.M. T.M. Sennon up and down its throat, could detect tiny rasps

and shadows, seeing every tree and vine, his

from its exoskeleton, exoskeleton, could smell sme ll a faintly spicy

legs rustling as he knocked through ferns,

odor rising from from its flesh. He also heard heard tiny

shrubs, and young trees. Behind, he heard the

vibrations in the leaves above him, smelled a

skitter’s legs striking the ground like batons

hundred scents from the jungle around him.

beating on an earthen drum. The only other

The skitter seemed to freeze in time, moving

sounds were the rasp of its breath and the

in slow motion.

throb of its heart. The jungle had gone gone silent

Takeda spurred himself into motion, rolling

as if Takeda ran in some private nightmare.

out into empty space, and an instant later

He leapt over a tangle of vines and glanced

a powerful talon sank into the bark where

back. The skitter was closing on him, moving moving

his neck had been.

It was was so fast Takeda

over the ground like a tangible shadow.

barely saw it moving. He fell from the tree,

Takeda knew he couldn’t outrun this thing.

twisting his body to put his boots underneath

Then, with a jolt, he remembered the pistol

him, and bent his knees to absorb the shock

thrust through his belt.

of the impact as he struck soft earth. He

Takeda drew it, spun, and squeezed the

felt fear crushing his heart, but somehow it

trigger three times. The muzzle flashed and

didn’t matter–he knew what to do without

Takeda heard the sound of crunching exoskel-

thinking.

eton–but the skitter didn’t pause, although

He glanced back to see the skitter drop

Takeda could see dark fluid gleaming like

behind him, moving like an oil slick on concrete

lubricant on its carapace. He fired again again and

now that its prey prey had been roused. roused. Ten legs

saw flecks of exosk exoskeleton eleton and blood b lood spray up,

like stiletto blades propelled it forward, and

but the creature didn’t even flinch.

its two foretalons were extended to seize him.

He turned and ran again, moving at a right

A sinuous tail rose from its abdomen, and

angle to his previous course, and dodged

with his enhanced enh anced sight Takeda Takeda could see the

around a tree just in time to hear the skitter ’s

hooked barb that curved down from its tip.

talon rake rake against against the plant’s plant’s bark. He fired

The skitter’s legs lifted it up to the height of

a bullet over his shoulder, but it hurt the

Takeda’s shoulders, though it couldn’t weigh

skitter as much as a child’s air gun might have.

more than two hundred kilograms–its build

Takeda leapt an instant insta nt before one of its talons talon s

was thin and spidery spidery..

closed over his leg. Three bullets left. If he

Terror swelled swell ed in Takeda’s Takeda’s mind, spurring spu rring his

put them right into the beast’s eyes, it might

legs on. He ran through through a maze maze of moonlight

be enough to bring it down. He knew it had a

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on his leg, trying to staunch the blood flow,

His shoulders struck the ground and ferns

as he watched this newcomer n ewcomer face the skitter

brushed against his sides as he rolled away.

head-on, swaying back and forth and using

Takeda traded his pistol from his right hand

his blades to fend off off its talons. He moved moved

to his left. Coming to his knees, he pivoted

like a snake snake waiting for a chance chance to strike. strike. The

around to face the beast, and raised the gun.

skitter surged forward, slashing at him with

Metal rang as an armored talon knocked

both foretalons, and the man’s blades flashed.

it from his grip. Takeda was able to dodge

Takeda saw dark liquid spray from a wound in

the second blow only by throwing himself

the armor of each talon. More blood flowed

backwards and landing hard on his buttocks.

from those wounds than came from all of the

Still, he felt hot pain blossom on his foreleg,

bullets Takeda Takeda had shot into the creature.

and when he glanced down he saw a ragged

The skitter reared back, shocked, and the

hole torn in his flesh. He managed to get on

man dived forward, throwing himself flat

his feet again, and staggered back, but the

on the ground in front of of the beast. Takeda

skitter advanced advanced towards towards him. He could see

watched as he rolled over and stabbed up

every crack in its armor, see the tiny black

for the skitter’s throat just as its jaws were

pupils hidden deep in the yellow of its eyes.

descending to bite into his flesh.

Just looking at it paralyzed him, and he knew

moment, both blades stuck in the armor

his strength wouldn’t be enough to defeat it,

below the skitter’s jaw. jaw. Then the man twisted

particularly not with a gouged leg pouring out

his arms, pulling the blades in opposite direc-

blood.

tions.

For a

Takeda heard chitin crack crack and flesh

Then something dropped from the canopy.

tear.. Blood poured like a waterfall from the tear

All Takeda could tell immediately was that it

open wound, splashing over the man’s face

was dark colored. The thing landed on the

and arms, and the skitter’s legs tore at the

skitter’s back, something bright white flashed,

ground as it struggled in its death throes. throes. The

and, for the first time, Takeda heard the

man rolled forward, removing his knives. He

creature scream as if in pain. For an instant, instant,

leapt away from the dying beast.

Takeda saw that the thing was a man wrapped

Looking closer, Takeda saw that he had

in a thick cape, wielding a blade in each hand.

been mistaken. mistaken. This was no man–no human.

Then the man rolled away, becoming a blur

His bald head was somewhat elongated and

once again, and avoided a lightning-fast strike

covered in scales–darkness made it impossi-

from the skitter’ skitter ’s tail.

ble to tell the color–with a ridge of hard bone

Takeda clenched one hand to the wound

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Memory Wipe, by Sean T.M. T.M. Sennon turned towards Takeda, Takeda, showing a snout filled f illed

skitter–armor thick and organs organs nebulous. You

with sharp fangs fangs with slit nostrils on top. His

have to open throat.”

eyes seemed to shine in the darkness. Takeda

He narrowed his gleaming eyes and ran

had only seen pictures, but he recognized a

a long, pointed pointed tongue over his teeth. “You

Lithrallian.

look hungry. hungry.

“Greetings,” “Greetings, ” the alien alie n said, speaking heavily accented Imperish. “My name is Zartsi, and this kill is mine. mine.” ”

meat?

Perhaps we make make fire, fire, share

Don’t fear me–I could could have waited

until skitter killed you before striking.” striking.” Takeda wiped his bloody hands on a fern.

“All yours,” Takeda said. “Thanks.”

He wasn’t in the habit of trusting people, but

Zartsi glanced down at the wound on

the Lithral Lithrallian lian was right.

Takeda’s leg. “You want binding?”

Takeda’s height-

ened abilities had faded–they seemed to

Both of his hands were soaked in blood,

only emerge when he was threatened, so it

and the flow showed no sign of stopping.

seemed Zartsi wasn’t an immediate menace

Takeda nodde nodded. d. “Yes. But I don’t have any

to him. His hunger was what finally convinced convinced

money.”

him, though. It had only grown grown as he slept,

“Not necessary,” said the Lithrallian. “You distracted distracte d skitter. skitter.” ”

torn out of his body body..

Zartsi sheathed his daggers somewhere beneath the sweeping cloak he wore and pulled out a strip of white bandage.

and now his stomach felt as if it had been He nodded, and Zartsi replied. “Good. You build fire. I’ll butcher.”

He

His daggers–bright white even in the

crouched down beside Takeda, who saw that

darkness–flashed out once more, and he

the Lithrallian was several centimeters shorter

turned back to the skitter carcass. carcass. While he

than he was. Zartsi efficiently wrapped the

peeled away plates of exoskeleton and cut

wound, then put a patch of some stiff material

into the skitter’s underbelly, Takeda found

over the bloody spot on the bandages.

he could stand if he favo favored red his wounded leg. l eg.

“Now,” said Zartsi, standing. “Tell me how human like you comes to this place on this night.” “I was hunting,” Takeda Takeda said, lying. He didn’t know whether he could trust this Zartsi. The Lithrallian showed his fangs in a grin. “Then “The n you you aren’t aren’t very good. Bullets don’t kill

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“What am I going to use for fuel?” he asked. “Get vines, and we soak in fat, fat,” ” Zartsi called, bending into his bloody work. “I don’t have a knife.” “No knife, human? You lied when you you said you hunted,” he said, with a chuckle. “Or do you butcher with teeth?”


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“I’m from Greendome,” Takeda answered,

blade with a saw-edged back, and Takeda

hesitant to give too much information about

used it to cut several strips of vine from

himself.

the surrounding surrounding trees. trees. He piled them on a

“Going to spaceport?”

clearer patch of soil between two trees, and

“Yes.”

Zartsi brought a sack filled with fat from the

“Ah.

skitter’s corpse–along with a second bag con-

So why walk?

Train Tr ain not so

expensive.”

taining its meat–and used a small lighter to

Takeda saw a fierce intelligence in this

ignite the fire. The light was nearly blinding

hunter’s bright blue eyes that disconcerted

in the darkness. Takeda missed his enhanced

him. “I’m short on cash, cash,” ” he answered.

vision.

“But perhaps you could have sold pistol.

The Lithrallian speared chunks of dark,

Police model would have been worth money.”

greasy-looking meat on small branches and

For a moment, mome nt, Takeda Takeda considered swinging

set them to roast. “I didn’t know skitters were

the gun up and emptying his remaining

edible,” Takeda said. He had found found his gun,

rounds into Zartsi’s skull. From the sly smile

with three bullets left in it. Enough to to kill

which had appeared on the Lithrallian’s Lithrallian’s snout,

Zartsi if he became belligerent.

it was obvious that he already knew a great

“Sour, but it fills belly,” the Lithrallian answered.

deal. “What are police after you for?” Zartsi

For a minute or so the two sat in silence.

asked.

Everything except Zartsi’s head and clawed

Takeda honestly wasn’t sure which of them

hands was hidden beneath his cloak, which

would have the advantage in a fight–Zartsi

was colored mottled green and brown for

was good with his blades, but was he faster

camouflage. camoufla ge.

Takeda had no way of tellin telling g

than Takeda’s Takeda’s gun? Of course, he might have a

Lithrallian age, but he thought this one was

gun of his own under that cloak, and Takeda’s

several years older than he was–the scales

abilities weren’t returning returning to him. He decided

covering his head crest were significantly

that honesty was the best course.

darker and more gnarled than the others, which were colored dusty green. “Where do you come from, if you aren’t hunter?” Zartsi asked, looking intently at Takeda. “You wear uniform.”

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“I killed three cops,” he said, watching Zartsi’s face carefully for the Lithrallian’s reaction. The

Lithrallian’s

expression

remained

neutral. “Go on.”


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Memory Wipe, by Sean T.M. T.M. Sennon Takeda told his story, briefly–how he had

You have citizenship–not all do. With that, it

woken up without any memories, how he

is possible you could get me off.”

had begun to manifest his increased strength

“You want to come with me?”

and magnified senses, how Vass had tried to

“Yes, Takeda.”

arrest him, and how he had fought his way

“And why should I let you?”

out of Greendome.

“You said yourself you have lived three years

Zartsi nodded slowly. slowly. “I see. No memories at all?”

only.. Empire is big place, and dangerous. only dangerous. You have no place to go, Takeda. Takeda. I have not been

Takeda shook his head.

The Lithrallian

on Belar forever–Lithrall is my clutchworld,

looked contemplative for some time, staring

and I have roamed roamed stars. You hear I speak

into the fire fire of vines and skitter fat. Then, he

Imperish. I speak others, and and I know ways ways of

said, “You probably guess I am here illegally–

space and streets.”

no non-humans allowed on colony world.” It hadn’t occurred to Takeda, but he remembered the law law. Emperor Shingen III III

Zartsi smiled, spreading his arms. “All this, and companionship.

It is not not good good to be

alone.”

had enacted the law fifty years ago to keep

The Lithrall Lithrallian’s ian’s offer stunne stunned d Takeda. A

alien cultures from interfering in the natural

half-hour ago, he had never even seen a

development of new colonies. colonies. Takeda had

non-human, and now he was faced with

read that Shingen had been spurred to action

the prospect of having one for a traveling

by a colony on the Imperial fringe which had

companion. Takeda had never really relied

become a den for Vitai raiders who paid off

on anyone before–Sheri had been little li ttle more

the human settlers with the gains of their

than a friendly co-worker, and Blaydra had

piracy.

given him a job and little else. He didn’t even

“I

am

hunter

here,”

the

Lithrallian

continued. “I kill the bodini, the treerakers,

know if he could trust Zartsi not to turn him in the moment they reached the spaceport.

even the skitters, and many others, and trade

But, again, he was brought back to a simple

their hides and other things to Greendome

fact: The Lithrallian had chosen to save his

and the space port. You would not know me–

life when he could have let Takeda Takeda die–in fact,

I work in secret, but my hunting is valuable

the skitter probably would have been easier

enough to some that they have not revealed

to kill if it had been be en distracted with devouring

me. But now I wish to leave. leave.” ”

him. And what Zartsi had said was true–he

His gaze became intent. “You are leaving.

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Memory Wipe, by Sean T.M. T.M. Sennon experience with beyond what he had read,

but after more than a day of hunger Takeda

and he had already learned that knowledge

couldn’t complain.

from books couldn’t couldn’t equal experience. experience. Zartsi

“Skitter parts might be enough to buy

had shown that in his efficient killing of the

passage,” Zartsi said when he had finished.

skitter.

“Venom in tail is valuable. So are fangs and

Takeda met Zartsi’s gaze, staring into the Lithrallian’ss bright blue eyes. Lithrallian’

bile.. Sleep bile Sleep,, Takeda. I will butche butcherr.”

Despite his

He still felt somewhat hesitant about

alienness, Takeda could see nobility in his

trusting Zartsi, but he remembered that he

expression and bearing. Even at this moment,

had little to steal, and he was tired–it was still

Zartsi was sharing food with Takeda, with no

the middle of the night, and he was exhausted

demand for payment.

from fear and fleeing fleein g from the skitter. Takeda

“All right, right ,” he said. “As far as the space port, p ort, at least. And I’ll get you on a ship if I can.” can.”

fell asleep curled at the foot of a tree, one hand near the pistol through his belt.

“Then “Th en we are agreed,” agreed,” Zartsi said, showing his fangs in what wh at Takeda Takeda hoped was a smile. “Just...one “Just.. .one question. Are those knives knives all all you have?” “No,” Zartsi said. “Rifle is hidden nearby– burden when hunting skitter skitter.. And these not common knives.” He drew them from beneath his cloak now, and Takeda saw that they weren’t metal but bright, gleaming ivory. ivory. Intricate patterns were etched into the thirty-centimeter blades. “Gorgossish horn, from Lithrall,” Zartsi said. “Hard to get, but there is no better better blade. Can gouge even strome.” The meat had finished cooking by then, and they ate–Zartsi with his claws, Takeda Takeda with the knife the Lithrallian had given him. He hadn’t asked for it back, so Takeda assumed it was a gift. As Zartsi had said, said, the meat was sour sour,,

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Takeda dreamed dreamed again. He saw the same woman he had dreamt of before, her eyes shining and her hair like a sweep of the night sky.. He saw only a hint of her expression, sky expression, her eyes filled with hatred, before she dissolved into a nightmarish landscape of darkness and fire. Takeda’s dream self ran through rivers of liquid heat and was tugged at by flying knots of shadow as rocks like blades slashed at his feet. Then he turned his eyes to the sky and saw that it was nothing but a sheet of deep black–no clouds, no star-flecked space, nothing. Unable to look away, away, he saw s aw two points of light appear in the sky, both a searing yellow color.. They grew until they were like suns–but, color biggerr, brighter, bigge brighter, and colder colder.. Pupils appeared appeare d in the center of each one, even blacker than


Memory Wipe, by Sean T.M. T.M. Sennon the sky, and both were fixed on him. Takeda felt drawn to them, and soon he was rising into the sky until yellow and black filled his vision. He saw the woman again, her image blurred and distorted.

A wound upon her

cheek poured red blood over her white skin. Agony lanced through Takeda, and he woke screaming. The pain wasn’t a dream–it rushed through every bone, every vein, every muscle. He rolled rolled in the ferns, ferns, gasping gasping and clenching his teeth, teeth, clawing at the ground. It

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Sean T.M. Stiennon Sean is an author of fantasy and science con novels and short stories with many publicaons under his belt. His rst short story collecon, Six with Flinteye , was recently released from Silver Lake Publishing, and he won 2nd place in both the 2004 SFReader.com SFReader.com Short Story Contest and the Storn Cook Razor-Edged Ficon Contest with his stories “Asp” and and “Th “The e Sultan’s Well,” Well,” respecvely. “The Sultan’ Sultan’ss Well” has been published in the anthology Sages and Swords . Sean’s short story “Flinteye’s Duel” was published in Ray Gun Revival, Issue 01.

faded suddenly, and Takeda opened his eyes to see pale lances of dawn sunlight streaming through the jungle canopy canopy.. Insects and large large beetles sang their morning songs. “All right, Takeda?” Zartsi asked. Takeda turned to see the Lithrallian crouched against a tree nearby, cradling a long-barreled rifle. He nodded. “Yes. Just a dream.” Still, as Takeda crawled back to his sleeping sleep ing place for a little more rest, he felt a terrible certainty that it hadn’t just been a dream.

Next month...Chapter 3: “To the Stars”

Sean’s work tends to contain lots of acon and adventure, but he oen includes elements of tragedy and loss alongside roaring bales. A lot of his work centers around connuing char acters, the most prominent of whom is Jalazar Flinteye ( Six Six with Flinteye ). He also writes tales of Shabak of Talon Point (“Death Marks,” in issue #9 of Amazing Journeys Magazine), Blade master (“Asp,” 2nd place winner in the 2004 SFReader.com Contest), and others who have yet to see publicaon. Sean loves to read fantasy and science con alongside some history, mysteries, and historical novels. His favorites include Declare by Tim Powers, the Memory , Sorrow , and Thorn trilogy by Tad Williams, Stephen Lawhead’s Song and King Solomon’s Mines by of Albion trilogy, and King H. Rider Haggard. He has reviewed books for Deep Magic: The E-zine of High Fantasy and Science Ficon , and reviews books currently at SFReader.com. To contact the author, send an e-mail to int [email protected]. The author is always glad to receive reader feedback.

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