Phoenix, p.1
Phoenix, page 1
part #5 of Shadow of the Dominion Series
Phoenix
Shadow of the Dominion, Book 5
Blaze Ward
Knotted Road Press
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
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1
Valentinian
He knew it was a calculated risk, but that wasn’t going to stop Valentinian from trying his luck. At this point, the choices were all just possibilities he might have to deal with. Most of the time, the expected payoff wasn’t much better than breaking even, but this particular gamble was possibly enough to alter all equations.
Not enough to get him home. At least not any time soon. The bounty on his head assured that. But if he struck it absolutely stinking rich, he could at least send some money back to his parents.
Or invite them to throw away their old lives and sail across known space and beyond to meet him in a mansion somewhere.
Valentinian didn’t think Father would go for it, but he also had no idea how badly ostracized his family may have been when their only child turned out to be in league with the man who killed the Dominator. Hopefully, they weren’t in prison. Kyriaki had said that no part of the investigation she had been aware of had shown any evidence against the couple, but she had also been on the run from the law almost as long as he had.
Who knew what might have happened since then?
So he studied the planetfall on Kryuome coming up to meet him, and thought morbid thoughts. There wasn’t even ground control of some sort to talk to down there, since Kryuome had nothing resembling a planetary government. Hell, most towns didn’t exercise jurisdiction any farther than medium-range artillery could drop explosives on muties or raiders coming out of the desert. A whole planet down there, seventy percent land, with a population less than one hundred million souls.
“Leader, this is Outermost ,” the call came over the line. “All scans currently negative.”
Good to know Glaxu was on the ball. His slayership had better sensors than Longshot Hypothesis did, by about an order of magnitude. If he couldn’t see anybody above or below them, coming to sniff at the strangers, then there probably weren’t any.
He had time, Valentinian kept telling himself. The Widow would still need to break in a new crew and get her new warship shaken down into working order before she came after them. Assuming she even guessed correctly about where to look.
“Acknowledged,” Dave said from the co-pilot seat.
Valentinian was flying today, with Dave keeping watch on all the other systems. The big guy could handle something like today’s mundane tasks, and he’d even landed on Kryuome by himself once.
But there was always a risk of ugly surprises, and Valentinian was too much of a control freak, at least flying, to let someone else hold his fate in their hands.
At least, not today.
A hand landed on his shoulder. Lavender, so Bayjy. No words, just silently offering strength.
He glanced back and Kyriaki had turned sideways in the doorway enough that Bayjy’s long arms could reach past her. Kinda made it crowded in here, but he didn’t mind. With Glaxu over in the other ship, trailing them down from orbit, this really was his entire family now. The ones he would flee across the galaxy with, if he had to.
The ones he would fight to protect.
Valentinian smiled at the two women and drew a deep breath. Big risks. Big stakes. Big payoff, if the book they had translated was accurate.
And nobody had cleared out the place before now. Treasure vaults beneath an Urlan hunting palace? What might they find, two thousand years later?
In a few hours, they would be on the ground near enough to Meeredge to hide the ship and scout the town in the truck.
And then the fun would begin, because the last time he had been through there, a few hotheads had wanted to go beyond just wiping out the local pirates and kill all humans.
They might not see Valentinian and his crew as their original saviors, so he was prepared to kill the rest if he had to.
Violence wasn’t always the best solution, but it would always work, if you were prepared to unleash hell.
Valentinian was done fooling around.
2
Dave
This was not the retirement he had originally planned when he faked his own assassination, but Dave didn’t mind that much. Vee and the girls had turned out to be better family than he had ever known in the Dominion, with Valentinian and Kyriaki reminding him of his own children, Praetextatus and Euphrosyne, on good days. Everyone being about the same age just reinforced that.
Kryuome was hot today. Nasty midday weather, dry and gritty with a desert that covered most of the parts above the poisoned oceans. Records showed that it had been a lovely, green gem of a world two millennia ago, before some exceptionally angry folks hit it with a large enough asteroid to permanently alter the climate and orbital path. After dropping nuclear bombs everywhere.
Hadn’t killed the planet, just most of the population. But that never stopped folks from moving in when they could get land free from the taxman. Especially if they were willing to get ugly and violent on any folks deciding they should be in charge instead later.
Nobody would conquer the population around here. Annihilate them, maybe, and bring in colonists, but nobody would really want to live here when there were so many nicer planets around to pick from.
Valentinian was driving the repulsor truck today. His prerogative, and nobody else could say they were even as good, so moot point. Glaxu was riding beside Vee in the passenger seat, scanning forward with all the sensors built into his goggles. Kyriaki was standing in the turret behind them, facing forward with her faceshield down and the twin pulse cannon hot and ready to engage anyone stupid enough to try to ambush them.
Truqtok and his folks had discovered what a suicidally-stupid idea that had been, last time. Those human thugs that were still alive the next day hadn’t stuck around long when the native Jynarri in town wanted to vote on exterminating them, too.
He and Bayjy were covering the sides and rear. Vee was driving fast enough that nobody was likely to overtake them on the ground, so his eyes were watching for dots that turned into hawks approaching. No bird on this planet was larger than a hawk, and no hawk ever flew this fast, so he’d line them up with his rifle and consider shooting them down.
Holding a weapon a meter and a half long, firing caseless, rocket-powered ammunition, gave Dave a reasonable chance against even things like Glaxu’s slayership, as a slug the size of his thumb would be impacting at something around ten times the speed of sound when it slammed into your aircraft or ship.
Good way to corkscrew into the ground before you knew what hit you.
But the mid-day skies of Kryuome remained empty. Probably for the best. Someone would accuse him of showing off.
Maybe.
The sled began to slow as they got to the outskirts of Meeredge. Hottest, nastiest part of the day. Bayjy would be in heaven as the heat was near to forty-eight degrees. Dave had a pair of canteens filled with water and his overrobes, same as everybody but Glaxu.
The town was quiet. Even the Jynarri went indoors in this weather and napped until the afternoon heat died down and the second souq opened for trade.
Valentinian parked them near a building, out of the way, and everyone piled out of the vehicle. Bayjy held her plasma rifle like she was hoping to bounce someone off a wall with it. Dave had his longrifle to go with everything else. Glaxu had worn his shock bracers over the dewclaws. Kyriaki had an assault pulsar with the safety off.
Vee led.
The few pedestrians they saw usually did a double-take and scampered for perceived safety as quickly as they could.
What the hell had happened in the last six months since they’d been here?
Dead silence, but that was as much a factor of the emptiness as the mood.
Valentinian headed towards the bookseller he had dealt with in the past, Marduk. As usual, Dave stationed himself outside the door, facing out on one side. Glaxu took the other, and Kyriaki followed Vee and Bayjy into the darkness.
3
Bayjy
She loved the heat. Put a smile on her face. But Bayjy recognized a bad scene when she walked into one.
Locals were bordering on unfriendly. Near rude. Nobody waved, or catcalled, like they had before. No weapons, but anyone pointing something at this group today already had it coming, so she’d blame them.
Captain took them to the arcade. Kyrie followed the two of them into the shop like a bodyguard, which said a great deal about how that chick was reading things.
Marduk said something to her as they entered.
Took her a moment to translate it. Bastard was speaking in Urlan. Probably weren’t five people on this planet that spoke it, and two of them were in here.
Oh, shit.
“What in the hell is going on, Marduk?” she decided to play along and answer him in the same tongue.
“You and your friends are always welcome in my shop and my home,” he stood and bowed a little. “But it might not be wise for you to remain in town any longer than necessary.”
“What happened after we left?” Bayjy asked.
She turned to Captain and shrugged.
“I’ll explain it all later, away from here,” she said.
Valentinian nodded, turning towards the front of the shop and drawing his heavy flamer pistol, holding it down low to his side and keeping watch.
Bayjy still hadn’t quite gotten used to the rest of the team doing that. Putting her in charge and letting her handle things. Butler would have never stood for it.
Just one of the reasons that stupid shit was dead now.
She turned back to Marduk.
“The vote was close enough,” the bookseller shrugged. “The town elders decided to finish off Truqtok’s people. Were in the process when the widow of Dave Hall showed up with her own, human killers. Most of my cousin Basuk’s people survived, as did he, but there were hurt feelings all around. And then the widow left.”
“People hold us accountable?” Bayjy asked.
“Not directly, but there are exactly four humans and one Mondi in the city of Meeredge right now,” Marduk shook his head sadly. “Bad for business. Soulrake was city that took most of them in, and their money. Meeredge might fail without them. But the hotheads were loud enough and everyone was angry enough.”
“Well, crap,” Bayjy groused. “We came here to buy more supplies because you folks had been the nicest to us, but I don’t think we’ll be able to trust anything we buy now.”
“No, I am sorry,” Marduk nodded.
He paused for a moment and she watched a change come over the man. Jynarri. Whatever.
“No, this will not do,” he suddenly announced.
She watched the man shuffle around the counter and gesture for her to back out of the cramped space so he could emerge into the noonday sun.
“If we let them win, we will never get our town back,” he said, suddenly speaking spacer so everyone could understand.
He held out an elbow like a gentleman and Bayjy took it, understanding that he was offering her, and the rest of the crew, his protection.
The gang followed.
A small mob had appeared around the truck, carefully not touching it yet, in the few minutes they were gone. Maybe a dozen folk. Nobody was pointing guns at friendlies, or Kyrie probably would have just opened fire. For an ex-cop, that chick was deadly fast and kinda mean.
“This is not right,” Marduk called to the group. “Not all humans are evil, regardless of what you tell each other.”
“We have our city back,” one of them called, stepping maybe one pace out of the group.
“Would you sacrifice all trade with outsiders?” Marduk catcalled the speaker. “Where will you get guns? Or beer? Or even food? There are not enough Jynarri to keep this town alive. Plus, these were the ones who broke Truqtok. They can be our friends. Or did you think that you and your pitiful cousins were tougher?”
The man was still close enough to the rest that he had backup, if he started something.
Bayjy could have told them what a stupid idea that was. She probably could get them all with her plasma rifle by herself, this close. The other four might not leave recognizable body parts if they got involved. Captain was already on edge. Kyrie just smelled angry.
And Big Guy…
The grumbling locals over there got a little animated, but Bayjy didn’t follow their tongue well enough to read more than emotion.
Big Guy was apparently done with their shit.
Bayjy had heard stories from Kyrie and Captain both. Hadn’t really believed them, because they sounded like the man was some sort of supersoldier, bad-ass warrior monk.
And then Dave handed Glaxu the rifle and snapped his baton out so hard and fast that all three pipes locked in with a single sound.
Looked like a training sword, blunt all the way around, rather than with a killing edge, like all the vids showed.
Dave walked past Marduk and right up to the mouthy punk, holding that sword down against his thigh like Captain had his pistol. Not a threat, but immediately accessible if someone needed killing.
From the way Big Guy’s head moved, he was staring down at each and every one of them, making eye contact and moving on, until he got to the punk.
Bayjy couldn’t remember ever being cold on this planet before now.
“Trade, or dance?” Dave announced in a mocking voice unlike anything she had ever heard from him before.
Worse, Captain and Kyrie had pivoted to cover the rear flanks, assuming she and Glaxu had Dave covered.
The locals gulped.
Something found its way to illuminating these fools before hell opened up and sucked them down into the earth. A dozen of them against Big Guy, and he was silently laughing at them, planning to kill them all with a blunt club. When they had guns.
That dude could be frightening. Death was probably jealous of the look on his face right now.
Punk backed down. Anybody without an active deathwish would right now.
Marduk was feeling feisty though.
“You,” he walked right up to the dude trying to slink away and grabbing his robe. “You ask yourself where your food comes from when you get home. Where the cotton on your body originates. Think about my city before you decide to destroy it. There are more humans than Jynarri on this planet. You think they would miss us?”
Bayjy was amazed when the old guy shook the punk kid and then shoved him into the mob, but that group was happy to bug out and scampered off like roaches.
Big Guy watched them go with a sigh that almost sounded wistful, which really told Bayjy all she needed to know. She watched him kneel on one knee and SLAM that baton into the ground hard enough to shatter the brick he had been aiming at, but the not-sword baton collapsed into a conductor’s baton.
That blow might have dented the side of the ship.
“Basuk will serve us,” Marduk announced angrily. “Or he will answer to me.”
Captain drove. Crowds kinda spilled out of doorways to watch, but nobody did anything.
Bayjy wondered if the punks had been terrorizing everyone else as badly as Truqtok’s folks had earlier. She didn’t want to be the sheriff of this place, but she could see them needing one after this.
Across town to the gated compound where the gun dealer lived. Folks here were just a little twitchy, but the news hadn’t arrived yet. Captain parked under a gun tower and waved to the man with the rifle as he got out, all friendly-like.
Inside the gate, more folks were spilling out of the main building and into the inner quad. Marduk led the crew like the angry herald of a hungry god, knifing right through the assembling gunmen with shoulders and elbows until he got to the porch.
Bayjy remembered Basuk. Damn near identical cousins with Marduk, seeing them side by side, except the arms merchant was surprised and the bookdealer looked lethal.
“I have had enough,” Marduk announced in a too-loud voice. “Captain Tarasicodissa and his crew were nearly attacked by one of the groups of fools. There would have been bloodshed, and all of it would have been Jynarri.”
He turned and pointed at Big Guy with a snarling smile on his face.
“That human would have killed a dozen of those puppies without even breathing hard,” the bookseller explained to the rest of the folks who thought they were tough. “Meeredge cannot survive like this, Basuk. You need to take charge of the city and crack faces together until people start to behave and we can have trade with the outsiders again. Otherwise, I will go broke and move to Soulrake, or some other stupid place.”
