Gamma Raiders: Storm Squadron Alpha: Scifi Alien Romance Novel (25 page)

Chapter 8

Lana worked her hips into the black jumpsuit. It fit snugly around her curves, and if she was in any state of mind to notice such a thing, she would have thought she looked pretty damn good.

She laced up her boots and glanced at Kira, who was fiddling with the settings on her kingen, the kinetic shield generator. “These things are insane,” she said as she tucked the small black box inside the pocket of her jumpsuit. “Seriously, this is beyond military grade. I don’t know how they got their hands on them.”

“How would you even know that?”

“Oh, you know…” She smiled conspiratorially. “Soldiers talk.”

Lana shook her head. “Yeah. Whatever. I’m just glad they have them. I know they said this would be easy, but…”

“But you’ve never held a gun before. You have no idea what you’re doing. And you’re about to go on a hostile raid of a med ship.” Kira put her hand on Lana’s shoulder. “You’ll be fine. They know what they’re doing. We can stay out of the way.”

“Yeah,” said Lana. “I guess. I just wish…”

The buzz of the ship’s siren interrupted her thought. The lights dimmed to red as power was diverted from the primary systems into the shield disruptors.

Silence fell over the ship as the alert ceased. Outside the viewport, a flash of brilliant white light erupted from the Vendetta, enveloping the medical transport. Lana recognized it.

Twenty-four hours ago, her life was safe and normal. And now?

She had to focus.

The ship juddered, throwing her off balance as the docking arms connected with their target. The Raiders stood ready at the cargo bay doors.

“Let’s do this, Riley.”

Lana inhaled and nodded. “Let’s get it over with.”

Ja’al hoisted a large pulse rifle to his muscular shoulder, his golden skin glowing in the darkness. He crammed a cartridge into the stock and shot a smile over to Kira as the pair approached.

Adaar nodded to his crew, looking them each in the eyes and whispering a short blessing in the Kamaran tongue. When he came to Lana, he stopped. He touched her shoulder gently and bowed his head in close. “Be not afraid of the unknown. The god of fate smiles upon you.”

In spite the electricity shooting through her nerves, his steady hand calmed her. She believed in him to get them safely though this. She met his glowing blue eyes and nodded, silent and reassured.

The hiss of hydraulic pistons filled the air as the door slid open, giving them direct passage into the medical ship’s cargo bay.

Adaar led the charge. The Raiders fell into step behind him, their boots echoing in unison as they stormed into the darkness.

With the ship’s power still disrupted, they moved into the blackness ahead. Lana followed close behind, her heart pounding.

Tyrus took up the rear. When he crossed the threshold, he slapped a glowing beacon on the wall to mark their return point.

Soft orange light filled the room, revealing a densely packed array of sealed crates. Tungsten and wood, all shapes and sizes.

Ja’al and Tyrus converged on a massive metal box in the center of the room. They worked quickly, loosening the harness securing it to the floor, and edged the crate back towards the door.

The rest of the crew followed suit, choosing from the largest of the assorted containers and freeing them from the bindings.

Lana scanned the room. She didn’t know what the crates contained, but none looked small enough or important enough to hold something as valuable as the serum. She had to hold on to hope. It had to be in there somewhere.

Rymar and Jelai rushed through the cargo hold, approaching the circular metal double door that led into the rest of the ship. By now, the crew had time to recover from the shock of the attack. Any minute now, they would realize what was happening and come looking for the intruders.

The cacophony of scraping metal on metal filled the air as the Raiders moved their crates back toward the Vendetta, working as fast as they could manage.

It wasn’t fast enough.

“We’ve got company inbound. ETA 30 seconds,” called Tyrus, looking up from the screen of his handheld holo.

“They won’t get the jump on us,” said Rymar. He smashed him palm into the control panel near the door. It spiraled open with a groan. Jelai took cover behind the opening, keeping her pulse rifle trained down the corridor.

“Keep moving,” said Adaar, charging forward to join Rymar and Jelai at the front line. “Get as much as you can. We’ll hold them off.”

The sound of boots echoed through the hallway as a pair of Kamaran soldiers raced around the corner. Rymar leaned out from his cover, snapping off a pair of bursts from the pulse rifle. The air crackled and burned as the bolts found their marks and the bodies of the soldiers crashed to the ground.

Adaar lowered his visor over his right eye, searching for heat patterns down the hall. “It looks clear. But there’ll be more. If we’re going to search the med bay, we have to move now.”

“Sir,” said Jelai. She crouched low and started down the hall, keeping herself pressed close to the wall and her rifle barrel raised into the darkness. Rymar fell in behind her. The pair alternated down the hall, covering one another as they moved through the well-rehearsed attack pattern.

Adaar turned. “I’m going with them. Keep moving the cargo,” he called out.

“You got it, Captain,” said Ja’al.

He directed Tyrus and Kira over to a stack of smaller steel boxes.

A shot of adrenalin coursed through Lana’s body when she heard the gunshots. She froze. Her thoughts raced.
This is it,
she thought.
This could be my only chance. If there’s even a possibility they have the serum on this ship…

Her legs threw her into motion before she could stop herself. No muddy thoughts, no time to second guess. Pure action, like cruising the canyon on her magnecycle. She let her instinct drive as she charged into the corridor following Adaar and the others.

They disappeared around the corner ahead, and she continued down the hall alone. If there was serum down there, they would secure it. But that wasn’t good enough. It had to be her. There was no guarantee they’d let her keep it if someone else picked it up first and added it to the official tally. It was a crazy plan, but she had to try.

She rounded the corner and saw the open door leading to the med bay. A flurry of gunfire erupted on the other side. Lana winced. Her stomach tightened as she heard the thud of bodies collapsing.

“All clear,” she heard Adaar call out. “Search it.”

Lana peered through the crack in the door. Amidst the shards of shattered glass, she saw a large table in the center of the room, dressed with beakers and a large surgical cutting laser. There was no way the crew could get that out in one piece. At least not before the next wave of Kamaran soldiers arrived.

Two private operating rooms lined the far wall, each equipped with a lightcycle station. The small, self-contained pods were modern life-saving miracles of regenerative tech. Even one lightcycle could make an immeasurable difference for people all over the galaxy. But this ship was headed to Anara. These units would be used for the cosmetic enhancement of the ruling elite.

Rymar rummaged through the drawers, tossing vials of antibiotics, drip bags, and painkillers into his carry pack, while Jelai and Adaar each moved into an operating room.

Somewhere in there, Lana was certain she would find the serum for Tanner.

Down the open hallway, lights flickered. Loose wiring sparked where bullets had torn a fixture from the wall. She knew it was only a matter of time before the next group of soldiers arrived.

“I’m clear,” shouted Rymar when he finished loading his bag.

“Get back to the ship,” said Adaar. “Protect the others. These lightcycles are going to take a minute to disconnect.”

“Do you want me to…”

“Go,” said Adaar. “Help in the cargo bay. We’ll be right behind you.”

Rymar flew from the med bay at a full sprint, oblivious to Lana crouched outside the door.

With Adaar and Jelai still focused on disconnecting the machines, Lana had a limited window of opportunity. She nudged the door open and crawled through the sea of glass and debris to the cabinet on the far wall. The serum had to be there. It was the only place Rymar hadn’t searched.

Reaching the cabinet, she gripped the handle and pulled. Nothing. The thought that it might be locked never even occurred to her.

She cursed under her breath.

The grinding of metal scraping metal shrieked from the operating room next to her. Jelai had loosened her lightcycle. It must be nearly disconnected by now.

Lana rolled underneath the operating table just as the door burst open.

“One down,” Jalai said. “Rolling back to base.”

Lana held her breath, pulling her legs in tighter beneath the table as Jelai entered the room. The cold tile of the med bay floor pressed into her shoulder blades, but she didn’t dare move. She closed her eyes and cursed herself for thinking this was a good idea.

“Shit,” she heard Jelai curse under her breath as the wheel of the lightcycle cart caught on one of the fallen soldiers. She kicked him out of the way, freeing the wheel and moving on.

The soldiers.
Lana thought.
Of course.

When Jelai cleared the room, Lana crawled out from beneath the table and over to one of the corpses on the ground. A broad, heavy Kamaran. It took all the effort Lana could muster to drag his body back over to the cabinet. Holding her breath, she gripped the fallen soldier’s still-warm hand and lifted it to the bio-lock.

The lights flashed…red.

She should have realized that the soldier wouldn’t have clearance in the med bay. Hell, she probably wouldn’t find anything in there anyway. A ship headed to Anara wouldn’t have the serum. The Rend was never a problem there. They’d have no need for it.

She shook her head and dropped the soldier’s hand. In the operating room, she heard Adaar wrestling with the lightcycle. She didn’t have much time. She had to get out.

The door burst open as the foot-end of the lightcycle jutted out into the room. Adaar heaved the carrier forward, his biceps flexing as he lifted one end over the body on the floor.

Lana crouched lower. He didn’t see her.
Thank the gods,
she thought. She’d never be able to explain herself.

As he shoved through the outer door, Lana caught a flurry of motion through the window.

A Kamaran soldier wrapped his elbow around the pirate captain’s neck, squeezing his windpipe. Adaar threw himself backwards, slamming the soldier into the wall. But the soldier’s grip remained firm.

Adaar grunted and lurched. He fought to thrust an elbow back into his attacker’s rib cage. No opening appeared.

Lana saw the blaster waving from the soldier’s hip.

She sprang out from behind the operating table and charged, smashing the door into his face as she burst into the hall.

A bolt of energy ripped through the corridor as the blaster clattered to the floor.

Adaar thrust his elbow back again. The blow landed with a crunch, connecting with the soldier’s rib cage.

The wind knocked from his body, the soldier hunched forward. Adaar drove a palm into his nose. The soldier recoiled with a scream, blood dripping from his face.

Lana dove out of the way as he lurched backwards.

Pinned against the wall, the soldier’s eyes filled with rage. He pistoned a fist at Adaar’s core and threw his weight forward.

But the pirate reacted fast, pivoting around the incoming blow and throwing his attacker off balance.

“Lana, the blaster!” he bellowed as he torqued his attacker to the floor.

The weapon reflected a spark from the flickering light fixture, and she dove to retrieve it from the ground.

The blaster felt heavy in her hands. Unwieldy and foreign. She lifted it into the air and steadied her aim.

The frantic soldier kicked out against the ground, loosening Adaar’s hold on him.

“Now, Lana! Shoot!”

With a guttural groan, Adaar threw the man backwards into the wall.

Lana squeezed the trigger. A blast of white light erupted from the weapon, crackling through the Kamaran’s body. He went limp and slid to the ground.

Adaar turned to her, a cold expression on his face as he pried the blaster from her quivering hands and tossed it aside. His battle suit was torn across the shoulder. Blood dripped from his golden skin.

“That was stupid,” he said.

“But I…”

“You disobeyed me. You put us all at risk.”

“I just saved your life.”

Adaar shook his head. “Not now. We have to get back.”

He bit down on his lip, his body moving in slow, labored jerks as he grabbed the lightcycle and started to push.

“It’s salvageable,” he said. “I hope.”

“I’m sorry, Adaar.”

“Help me push.”

They worked the wheels free and built momentum, pushing the lightcycle down the hall in silence.