Starseers: Fallen Empire, Book 3 (3 page)

“I—what?”

“The proper response is, ‘You’re welcome,’” he said dryly.

“I know. I mean, you are. But for what?”

“For not turning me over to the Alliance when you had the chance.”

Alisa almost pointed out that he had been standing behind her when she’d had that chance, and that he could have wrung her neck if she’d truly considered plotting against him, but she kept her mouth shut. Having him appreciative for something she had done—or not done—was new. And she liked it.

“Both back near Perun,” he said, “and since then. I wouldn’t have been surprised to find Alliance soldiers waiting on Starfall Station or on Arkadius Gamma.”

“If they had been, they would have been there for Beck’s free duck.”

“Ah.”

Alisa smiled. “You’re welcome.”

His eyebrows rose. “That’s it?”

“Did you expect something else?”

“From you? I’ve come to expect inappropriate humor whenever it would be… inappropriate.”

“I don’t
always
make a joke,” Alisa said.

“Huh.”

She wondered if he had waited two weeks to voice his gratitude for her involvement in the Perun escapade because he had worried that she would respond with sarcasm. That thought made her feel bleak.

“I’m not certain if the Starseer temple will be a place from which we can depart,” Leonidas said, “but the doctor and I plan to leave your ship there or at the next possible stop.”

That statement made her feel even bleaker. Which was stupid. Not an hour earlier, she had been thinking about how both men needed to move on. She should have said a hearty, “Good!” Instead, what came out of her mouth was a bitter, “Did you two have a nice field trip together on the station? Find a better pilot to ferry you around?”

One of his eyebrows twitched upward. “He wished to use a private comm terminal for a long-distance message. I wasn’t privy to it, and I don’t know who he spoke to.”

A private terminal. Meaning one that she couldn’t monitor. If he’d trusted her, he could have made that call from the ship. But could she truly be surprised that he didn’t trust her? Why should he? She’d already proven that they had different agendas and that she would betray him if it would further her agenda.

“He needed a bodyguard along to do that, huh?” she asked.

“I’m not a bodyguard,” Leonidas said coolly.

“No? You loom nicely.”

Alisa clamped her mouth shut, annoyed with herself. Why was she mocking him? She was irritated with Alejandro, not Leonidas. Hells, she wasn’t even irritated with Alejandro. It was more the fact that Leonidas was choosing Alejandro and his mission over her offer of employment. Over
her
. She fully admitted that her feelings were irrational. Having them both out of her life would be the best thing for her and for her daughter.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled an apology, aware that his gaze had grown flinty, even though he had directed it back at the view screen. “And I appreciate your thank you. I also appreciate that you didn’t kill all those soldiers on the Alliance tug.”

He nodded once, his expression shifting to what was probably considered command aloofness. It was better than flint or frost.

“Their kneecaps might not appreciate it,” Alisa said, “but
I
do.” She tried a smile, hoping to ease any tension that her words had driven between them.

He gave her that faintly puzzled look he sometimes did when she made jokes. The Cyborg Corps must not have been a very fun place to work.

The proximity alarm beeped, and Alisa groaned.

“I don’t suppose that’s just an iceberg,” she muttered, turning toward the sensor panel. She knew it wasn’t. They were still forty thousand feet above the sea of ice and icy water hugging the pole.

Leonidas leaned back in his seat, also checking the sensors. Another ship had appeared behind them.

“Have you gotten to try out your combat armor since you got it repaired?” Alisa asked.

“No.”

“This may be your chance.”

“That looks like a civilian ship.”

Alisa fiddled with the
Nomad’s
external cameras until she could get a visual on it. A white craft with four wings was swooping down from the atmosphere, heading in the same direction as they were.

“Yeah, a civilian ship that is coincidentally in the shape of a white dragon,” she said. “Well, technically, I’d call that more of a butterfly shape, but I think those are e-cannons protruding from its nose, so I won’t quibble.”

“They are.”

Alisa pressed the thrusters for greater speed and dipped toward the sea and ice below. There were also mountains that poked up here and there, the remains of a mostly submerged range that cupped one side of the pole, and she headed toward those, having a notion of finding a hiding spot. Fuzzy gray clouds smeared the horizon beyond them.

“It was unwise to let Beck barbecue in front of your ship,” Leonidas said. “The White Dragon mafia has outposts throughout the system and has its talons in numerous government systems.”

“He’s his own man. If he wants to let the universe know where he is so that he can earn two tindarks in tips, who am I to stop him?”

“His captain.”

“That doesn’t give me the right to keep him chained in his cabin when we’re in dock.” Alisa hit the comm button. “Mica, are you in engineering? We might have trouble soon. Yumi, if you’d come to NavCom, this would be a good time to give us more specific coordinates as to the location of the Starseer temple.”

“I’m always in engineering,” came Mica’s voice over the comm. “Where else would I be besides cuddling with the new deuterium tank you got me?”

“I told you to install it, not cuddle with it.”

“I like to enjoy myself while I work.”

“If I had time to think about it right now, I’d be concerned for you, Mica.” Alisa guided them around the first of several mountains, the sea changing from water to ice around its base. The white, jagged peaks were far apart, and she feared they would not offer as many hiding spots as she had hoped. “Give me all you can for shield power, please. And send Yumi up here if you see her.”

“I’m right here, Captain.” Yumi gripped the hatchway jamb on either side as she leaned into NavCom.

“We’re being chased by a ship that either wants a close-up look at my butt or is going to fire at us as soon as it’s in range. Which should be soon. It’s faster than us.” The other craft had disappeared from her camera’s view, and Alisa glanced at the sensors to check its progress, hoping vainly that it had veered off, not wanting to play Seek and Find among the mountains. No such luck.

“Is there anything that isn’t faster than this ship?” Alejandro asked from the corridor behind Yumi.

“I didn’t ask for
everyone
to come up for a visit,” Alisa growled. “You better find seats and buckle yourselves in.”

“Is it an Alliance ship?” Alejandro asked as Yumi pulled out the fold-down seat behind Alisa.

“I don’t think so.”

Alisa hadn’t intended to go into more specifics, but Leonidas did it for her.

“White Dragon, we believe,” he said.

Alisa didn’t have to look back to see the irritated expression on Alejandro’s face. It was all right if the orb got them in trouble, but not when Beck’s past came nipping at their heels.

As Alisa headed for a series of three peaks that rose about a thousand feet above the sea of ice, the enemy ship took its first shot. The icy blue beam of an e-cannon glanced off one of the
Nomad’s
wings, sending a shudder through the craft even through the shields.

“Are they going to try to board us?” Alejandro asked.

Alisa weaved, trying to make a challenging target as more fire raced after them. “I think they’re more interested in crashing us. Yumi? Any chance that you could give us some coordinates so we could swoop into a well-armed Starseer temple that would love to defend you from aggressors, on account of your cute wholesomeness and your slightly auspicious blood?”

“They won’t start a battle because of my blood,” Yumi said, “and even if they would, I don’t know
exactly
where the temple is. I just have some directions that my mother gave me in a story when I was a little girl.”

“Uh, what kind of directions?” Alisa had expected a map or specific coordinates. A description of directions remembered from a story told twenty years in the past was
not
what she wanted to hear about right now.

The firing stopped temporarily as she guided the
Nomad
through the mountains, weaving in between the peaks and hugging the rugged slopes to keep them out of their enemy’s sights.

“Seventh peak from the whale, keep right into the mists of forever,” Yumi said.

Alisa groaned. What in the hells did that mean? “If we make it there and meet your mother, make sure to point her out to me so I can strangle her.”

“She’s a Starseer,” Yumi said. “Attacking her wouldn’t be wise.”

“I haven’t done much that would qualify as wise this month. Why would I want to start now?”

A blue beam sliced through the view from the port camera, and Alisa took them even closer to the icy contours of the mountain, practically scratching the
Nomad’s
belly on the frozen slopes and ridges as she used the terrain for cover. For now, the other ship was following them at the same altitude, but it was only a matter of time before the pilot realized he could simply climb higher and take shots at them from above the mountain. She tried to tempt him into flying recklessly right behind her, on the chance that he might miscalculate and crash, or at least nick something that would damage his ship and slow him down.

Leonidas activated one of the navigation monitors in the console in front of him.

“Pull up a map, will you?” Alisa asked.

“That’s what I’m doing,” he said.

“The sensors are all right for flying around asteroids, but they’re not good at differentiating flat ground from poky ground.”

“Reassuring,” Alejandro murmured.

“You got a harness on, Doctor?” Alisa asked.

“There don’t seem to be any more seats available.”

“Plenty in the rec room.” Alisa banked hard as the enemy ship came into view on the rear camera, cannons firing.

A grunt came from the corridor.

“Rec room, right,” Alejandro said. “Keep me apprised.”

“Yeah, that’ll be my first priority,” Alisa muttered.

Leonidas glanced at her.

“Find me any hiding spots?” she asked. “Or places where I can arrange to shave this wart off my ass?”

“I had no idea pilots were so profane,” Yumi said.

“We’re tame compared to infantry,” Alisa said. “I’m sure Leonidas cussed every other word when he was in the fleet.”

“I was an officer,” he said.

“So you were more refined? You only cussed every third word?”

Leonidas turned his attention back to the display. “I’m looking for a whale.”

“A whale? Under the ice?”

“The whale in Yumi’s directions.”

Alisa scowled. Currently, she was more interested in finding a hiding place than in finding a temple full of reclusive mystics who may or may not help them.

“That was a nursery rhyme, not directions,” she said.

“Fly north,” Leonidas said, running his finger along the display.

“Because you’ve found something promising up there or because you’re getting tired of me flying circles around this mountain?”

“Perhaps some of both.”

“There’s a lot of flat ice to the north,” Alisa said, glancing at the sensors and then at their shield status. Just under seventy percent remained. “The Dragon ship will have a lot of clear sky to target us.”

“There’s a string of exactly seven peaks up there.”

Alisa had concerns about shooting out into open air, but the enemy ship hadn’t followed her around the last turn, perhaps growing sick of chasing her around and around the mountain. Its thrusters flared orange, and it tilted its nose upward. The pilot must be planning to climb above the peaks and fire at her from above, as she had feared he would.

“Heading north,” Alisa said. “We’re going to take some hits.” She tapped the comm. “Mica, put everything you can into the shields.”

“What do you think I’ve been doing?”

“I thought you were cuddling with the equipment.”

“Cuddling is for after the action, not during it. I thought you were experienced in these matters.”

“I haven’t had much experience like that lately,” she grumbled, pushing the engines as much as she dared planet-side. They broke the sound barrier, and she imagined polar bears and ice turtles being terrified as a boom erupted behind the freighter.

The White Dragon ship streaked after them, two e-cannons blazing. Alisa gritted her teeth as powerful energy blasts slammed into the rear of the freighter. The series of seven mountain peaks came into view ahead, but she worried they would not make it before the shields failed.

Since the other craft had no trouble keeping up with them, Alisa slowed down enough to make evasive maneuvers. Once again, she weaved and banked, even looping behind the enemy to try and stay away from his weapons. She tried not to feel ridiculous entering into a dogfight with a freighter that had no weapons.

“The Northern Mists, also known as The Hells’ Leftovers, refers to a six-hundred-thousand square mile phenomena at Arkadius’s north pole in which air and sea ships often lose their way and occasionally disappear under mysterious circumstances,” Leonidas said. He had his netdisc out now, a holodisplay open before him. “Various paranormal and superstitious explanations are offered, including that it’s a pickup zone for aliens hunting for humans to abduct for scientific experiments. Scientists only acknowledge that there’s thermal activity under the sea that causes temperature changes and accounts for the mists.”

“Are you
reading
?” Alisa asked, twisting the clunky freighter into a semblance of a barrel roll to avoid the enemy ship. She kept heading them toward the mountains, but she was doing her best to avoid taking more fire along the way. The shields had dropped to fifty percent power.

“Yes, cyborgs are capable of that, you know.”