Saturday, August 3, 2013

Star Trader Update - On the Trail of Ezekiel Watts: The Buy (8)



Watts – The Buy

            To say the trip to Galla II was miserable did not even come close. Lucky for them hydra were the speed demons of the verse. The trip was thankfully short compared to what it could have been on the ship of any sane species. If it hadn’t been for the driller danger, the captives would have almost been glad they were confined in such a small space.
The hydra jumped through windows with abandon. They rocketed through planet rings like a bearing in an antique pinball machine. They rode space waves like dexterous dust surfers in Trident’s cloud nebula - all of this, with no regard to how they threw their passenger/cargo around in the hold of the ship.
Watts explained what a driller was to Lucas. They took turns watching out for each other in alternate sleep shifts.
By the time they arrived on Galla II not an inch of Watts’ body wasn’t bruised or aching. He and Lucas held each other up in the empty square of the slave market as the hydra pelted their aching bodies with a high pressure hose. The lizards knew that clean merchandise always sold better than filthy.
            Afterward, they were all shepherded to cells encircling the square. Watts grabbed Lucas when they started to separate them. The hydra guard yanked the boy back away from the mercenary and started to close the cell door between them.
            “Watts!” Lucas wailed. He fought the hydra holding him.
            Watts pushed at the door to keep it from locking.
            The large hydra from the ship stepped forward. He said something to the one holding Lucas. The hydra released the boy who came running to Watts. There was no mistaking it this time, the two lizards smiled at him. Whatever that meant, it couldn’t be good.
           
§

            “Okay,” Watts whispered to Lucas as they sat huddled in the back corner of the cell. “Repeat it for me.”
            “We’re looking for someone decent to buy us. Someone well dressed. Female if possible,” Lucas parroted Watts’ instructions.
            “And?” Watts prompted.
            “And someone who speaks English, or has a UT so we can understand them.”
            “That’s the most important,” Watts emphasized. “We don’t have a chance of escaping if we can’t blend in. We can’t blend in if we don’t speak the language or have a translator.”
            “Right,” Lucas agreed.
            “And if they try to separate us again?” Watts asked.
            “I throw a holy fit,” Lucas said with a smile. “That part won’t be hard.”
            The kid was scared earlier. Watts figured there was a reason the boss lizard was keeping them together. He didn’t know why, but he hoped the beast would see that they were kept together until they sold. He certainly couldn’t help the kid escape if they were sold off separately.

§

            Watts and Lucas stood on the sidelines as one after another of the other miner captives were pushed on the stage, bid upon and sold. Their complement was interspersed with the captives of the other hydra raiding parties - men, women and children.
            Watts noticed that any child offered alone was bid upon by a tall, slender, well dressed, middle aged man in the back with skin the color of coffee with a generous amount of cream mixed in. He was gathering young stock for something.
When it came their turn, Watts and Lucas were pushed out on the stage together just as Watts’ had hoped. There was a good selection of well-heeled buyers in the crowd with a smattering of females.
            Watts stepped forward. He was going to do his best to encourage the wealthy buyers.
            “My name is Ezekiel Watts. I’m strong and healthy,” he started as introduction. “I used to own my own ship and can fly anything you give me. I know how to read charts and…”
            The boss lizard yanked on the chain around Watts’ neck pulling him backward. Watts turned to fight, but the hydra had a threatening grasp around Lucas’ throat.
            “This lot will be sold as a pair,” the hydra hissed through the UT it wore for the proceedings. “The black has not been touched. As you can see he is fight ready. He would be a fine purchase for any gaming planet. You can also see he is emotionally attached to the white I hold. He will cooperate if the white is threatened.”
            Oh, this was not good. In fact, this was really bad for both of them. The kid had just become Watts’ whipping boy. Watts’ hands were tied. What had he done?
            The bidding started immediately. It was fast and furious. It appeared as though there were several in the crowd who wanted them. As the bids gained momentum, Watts watched them ricocheted between three buyers. One was obviously a master from the gladiator planet of Nom. He was dressed like a trainer and had two large guards with him that looked like they could take on several of the hydra in a hand-to-hand combat and win. The second bidder was a woman of questionable profession. No doubt she didn’t want Watts for his fighting skills. The third was an aging, small, wiry man dressed conservatively in a grey gown edged in silver.
            The woman was the first to drop out of the bidding.
            “I won’t fight,” Watts yelled over the bidding.
            The hydra threw Lucas to the ground and planted his massive clawed foot in the boy’s stomach. He flexed his claws, scrapping the boy’s belly. Lucas cried out in pain.
            “No!” Watts shouted.
            The lizard took his foot off Lucas who rolled away and into Watts’ outstretched hands. The lizard smiled at his audience in affirmation. The two men continued to bid.
The coffee colored man in the back tossed in a bid with the flick of his wrist.  
The new bidder moved forward slowly in the crowd as the bidding went even higher. The group around the stage parted for him as though he were royalty. He exuded the air of someone who should not be crossed. When the wiry little man caught sight of who he was bidding against, he immediately dropped out. They obviously knew each other.
            There were a couple more bid passes.
The hydra yanked on Lucas’ and Watts chains. He dragged them to the edge of the stage.
            “You wish to inspect the merchandise?” he asked.
            The two remaining bidders stepped up to the edge of the stage. Unexpectedly, the new bidder reached for Watts. He struck out at Watts. Watts ducked the blow, but felt a sting to his bicep.    
“Hey!” Watts exclaimed.
He caught a glimpse of some sort of instrument in the hand of the newcomer.
The man looked down in his hand and smiled. He placed the instrument in his pocket and removed a purse as big as a bitter/sweet melon from under his cloak. He tossed it effortlessly up on the stage at the foot of the hydra. It exploded when it hit the floor spilling out hands full of golden ingots.
“Sold,” the hydra shouted, “to Lord Usov.”
Watts hammered down his instinct to fight. He chose to bide his time until he could figure a way out of this mess.
The winning bidder’s men gathered up his young purchases and Watts. They were moved to a waiting cruiser to be transported.

§

            They started to separate Lucas and Watts as soon as they were brought onboard. Watts wasn’t about to let that happen. He may not be able to save all the kids, but he certainly wasn’t going to let this one out of his sight. He decked the guard that had a hold on Lucas, grabbed the kid and shoved him behind him. He took a threatening stance between the guards and the boy.
            “He’s staying with me,” Watts proclaimed in defiance.
            The man the hydra had called Lord Usov came up behind his guard.
            “The boy can stay with Watts,” he ordered.
            Even if he hadn’t been one of the early bidders, Watts noted that he was listening when he gave his spiel in the slave market. The Lord remembered his name.
“There are clean clothes which I believe will fit you in there,” the Lord pointed to the room with the open door behind Watts. “There are also facilities for you to clean and shave. I will have clothing brought for the boy.”
He turned and walked away – not waiting to see if his instructions were carried out. He knew he was alpha male in this pack. He naturally assumed his orders would be followed. It pissed Watts off royally that he had to obey without question.
But, he had managed to keep Lucas – that was something.
§
            There were no windows in their room. No way to gauge where they were. Watts just knew from the sound of the engines that they were pulling into dock somewhere.
            “You stay close,” he told Lucas. “Let me do the talking.”
            “Okay.” Lucas agreed in a hushed voice.
            The engines stopped. There was the sound of children talking as they were ushered past their door. The noise receded and it grew very quiet aboard the ship.
            The door to their room swished open. Lord Usov stood outside.
            “I need you to come with me,” he said indicating that Watts should follow.
            The mercenary moved forward with Lucas in tow.
            “The boy must stay here,” Usov instructed.
            Watts stopped. “I’m not leaving him.”
            “He won’t be harmed,” Usov assured him. “I promise.”
            “And on what fly-by would you think your promise assures me?” Watts asked.
            “It wouldn’t,” Usov answered. “But the fact that you have made it very clear that the boy is leverage for us, and the fact that I am not threatening him at this moment with bodily harm, should allow you to be somewhat reassured.”
Usov motioned again for Watts to follow him.
“Please,” he asked politely.
Watts wrestled with the choice. What Usov said made sense, but he had no way of knowing if he would keep his word. What Watts did know was that he needed to get out of this room. See the lay of the land around them so he could form a plan of escape.
The mercenary turned to the boy.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he promised. “If they hurt you I promise I won’t leave here until I’ve killed this lying bastard,” he said grinning as he pointed over his shoulder at Usov.
Usov’s reaction was a sly smile. There was no reason for Usov to believe Watts could carry out his threat, but then again, he didn’t know Watts’ reputation.

§

            Usov escorted Watts out of the docking bay and down a series of endless hallways. He did not appear to be concerned that Watts might try to escape. They passed what must have been the Lord’s men. Each one they passed nodded in recognition to the man and greeted him with ‘Sir.’ No salutes. No snapping to attention. The man was respected, but not revered.
            “Where are we going?” Watts asked.
“The Empress has asked to see you.”
 Watts made a slight detour to look out a window. Jez! They were in a floating palace. He knew where they were. They were on Karakas. He had seen this place in vids on the U.N.
            Things started to fall into place. He was on the party planet; the home-away-from-home for the rich and famous. The place had only one Empress in residence, Empress Minu.
            “You bought kids for some rich bitch.” It wasn’t a question. It was an accusation. “Training them young for sex or combat slaves?”
            Usov turned on Watts so quickly that the mercenary would have thought he was part snake. He stuck out and knocked Watts to the floor before he could even duck. He was getting slow in his old age.
            The lord stood over him seething with fury.
            “You have a filthy mind,” he growled at Watts.
            “At least it’s just my mind,” Watts said rubbing his jaw. “How do you feel peddling children for some rich whore?”
            “Guard!” Usov called.
            Two men came barreling around the corner and practically tripped over Watts before they could screech to a halt.
            “Take him back to his room aboard ship,” the lord ordered.
            Each of the guards grabbed one of Watts’ arms and pulled him to his feet.
            “I guess her highness can wait,” Watts said. “I’m probably too old for her tastes anyway.”
            Usov wanted to strike him again, but Watts saw he was restraining himself.
“Take him away,” he hissed under his breath.
Watts had learned a number of valuable things on his short walk around the palace. He ticked them off in his head as the guards escorted him back to his room. They were on Karakas in the floating palace of Empress Minu. There was a docking bay and numerous ships that appeared space ready. All the guards were armed. And last, but not least, the lord was in love with his mistress. If Watts could get close enough to take her hostage, he could write a ticket home for him, Lucas and maybe even the rest of the kids. It was a sketchy plan, but he would color it in before the Empress asked for him again. He’d be ready next time the Lord took him for a walk.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Star Trader Update - On the Trail of Ezekiel Watts: The Stall (7)



Shattuck – The Stall

            Shattuck caught a glimpse of the derelict ship at the mouth of the window as the ship he was on came speeding out. The captain of his ship cranked the vessel to the left, just missing the floater by a matter of feet. Shattuck went flying out of his seat. His head and shoulder took the full brunt of the impact against the bulkhead. He blacked out.
When he came round he was on the floor being attended by a member of the crew. His head felt like it had been run over by a Walh rock crusher that backed up and ran over it a second time.
            “How many?” the crewman asked as she held up two fingers.
            “Two, I think,” replied Shattuck. Everything sounded like he was in a very deep barrel.
            “Can you wiggle your fingers for me?” she continued.
            Shattuck obliged by doing what she asked.
            “How about your feet? Can you move them?”
            Shattuck flexed his feet back and forth. Thank God he didn’t seem to have broken anything other than his head.
            “Let’s get him to the sickbay,” she ordered and Shattuck was hauled up by several meaty hands.
            He would be sure not to put this part of the investigation in his onsite journal. If Lena got wind of this she would keep him planet bound for the rest of his natural life.

§

            “I thought I would check in before I catch the shuttle to the galnon station,” Shattuck said to Lena.
            “Where’s the picture?” Lena asked. She was standing in a plain box, indicating that her brother was not fully connected to the N.E.T.
            Shattuck looked at his bandaged head reflected in the blank monitor at the Trade Post’s communication station.
            “Their equipment here is limited,” Shattuck lied. If Lena saw him like this – bandaged head, two whopper black eyes and a nose twice its normal size she would go Stella on him.
            “What about your headgear?” she asked. He always traveled with his link to the U.N. No Ethinn connection, but it would have given her the standard vid view of him.
            “On the fritz for some reason I haven’t been able to trace just yet. I’ll work to have it up and running by the time I talk to you again.”
            Shattuck made the decision to call her so that she wouldn’t surprise him in the N.E.T. and see the results of the accident. It was his way of circumventing that. Another week’s travel to the mining colony and the swelling would be down. He could cover the rest. It would be logical to be wearing sunglasses and a hat on a planet where the sun blazed down on it for its full rotation.
            “I’ll give you a call when I get to Galnon Station #41. Don’t worry. Everything is fine,” he assured her.
            “Why do I doubt you,” Lena asked skeptically.
            “I have no idea,” Shattuck replied in all innocence. “I wouldn’t keep anything from you.”
            “Right…” Lena sighed. She knew something was up, but she wasn’t going to get it out of him this time. “Keep in touch.”
            “Later, Sis.”

§

            “They were taken,” the captain announced. When they landed earlier today and found that the galnon station was deserted the captain ordered all passengers to stay onboard until they could determine the cause.
            “There is a dead hydra and indications that the facility was raided,” the captain continued. “If any of you came to meet up with someone here I would suggest you check the slave markets on Galla II. We will take anyone back to the refitting station that wants to go. No charge for the return trip.”
            “Do you think the hydra will come back,” someone asked from the back of the group.
            “They know this station is here now. They can assume it is still unprotected. I would imagine there is a good chance they will raid it again,” the captain conceded with a nod.
            A murmur went through the crowd. The miners came a long way to be here, but the condition of ‘here’ had changed radically. No one wanted to risk being a slave.
            Within an hour the shuttle was headed back to the refitting station. No one stayed on Galnon Station #41. It would be labeled a dead world henceforth on the galactic charts. The miners would catch a ride to some other overworked claim. Shattuck was already lining up a ride to Galla II.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Star Trader Update - On the Trail of Ezekiel Watts: The Capture (6)



Watts – The Capture

Watts began the fight with a blaster in his hand. He was only able to take down one of the huge lizard like beasts before it was yanked away from him by one of the Hydra’s long whips. The huge beasts were extremely accurate marksmen with their whips and very strong in hand-to-hand combat. Watts managed to sidestep one over seven feet tall that was after him. He grabbed Lucas out from under a flying capture net and dragged the boy behind him away from the lizards.
There was nowhere to run. No means of escape. The shuttle that dropped them off here was the only form of transport. There were no planet runners. No cruisers. You could only hide in the caves so long without water. It wasn’t in Watts’ nature to give up, but frankly he couldn’t see any option.
He knew about the hydra. They were the slave traders of the verse, descending on any unprotected population they found, they captured them and sold them in the markets of Galla II. There would be better opportunities for escape on Galla - more resources at hand for a man of his talents. They just had to live through the capture and transport.
A net fell over Lucas. The kid struggled to get free. One of the hydra’s whips snaked out and took a bite out of his shoulder as it emerged from under the net. Watts reached out and grabbed the whip as it snaked back for another blow.
He wished to God he had a universal translator. He never owned one of his own. They were damned expensive so he always took jobs where they either spoke English, would loan him a UT or he had Arr with his incredible language skills along for the ride. If he had a UT now he could talk to the Hydra and surrender.
“Don’t,” Watts yelled to Lucas over the bedlam of the other miners being taken captive. “Give up. Don’t give them a reason to kill you.”
Watts’ had heard of captives being killed just because they had made themselves too much trouble to keep. Arr was captured by them once and almost died before Jake was able to save him.
Watts put a restraining hand on Lucas’ shoulder. “Let them take us. We’ll have better luck escaping where they are taking us. I’ve been there.”
It did not go unnoticed by the hydra that the black man had interceded to keep the young white boy from being hurt. Nothing escaped the hydra concerning leverage with their prey.

§

            “Just back off,” Watts yelled in anger at the hydra.
It was pushing him and Lucas into a cage the size of a shoebox. Lucas bulked at the sight of the dead body slumped in the corner. Watts reached around the kid and grabbed the foot of the dead guy, but before he could yank him out the Hydra pushed him again with the butt end of his whip handle.
“Back off,” Watts hissed as he turned on the hydra. “Let me get the body out.”
They would have to practically sit on each other’s laps to both fit in this cage. He agreed with Lucas. He didn’t want to make the trip with a corpse beside him. This cramped space was going to be agony enough.
The hydra reached in and with incredible strength yanked the body out onto the floor. Then he laid into Lucas with the whip handle. Watts tried to block some of the blows until the kid could crawl in. Lucas wedged himself into one corner to make room for the mercenary’s much larger frame.
            Watts hesitated as he looked down to the corpse at his feet. The guy has a hole in his neck about the size of a pencil. Damn! There was a driller lose in here somewhere. The poor bastard had been on Tuldavia without a set of nose plugs. Dumb, Dumb!
The hydra pushed him again.
“Get off!” Watts yelled and punched the beasts’ hand away.
A driller! Shit!
The huge green monster reached past the mercenary into the cage and yanked Lucas out by the hair. The boy hollered in pain and fear.
            “Stop!” Watts screamed at their captor. “Let him go.”
            The hydra pointed to the cage to indicate he wanted Watts in now – not later. Watts crawled in. He tried to make himself as small as a six foot four man could.
            “Put him in,” he said gesturing to the hydra for Lucas to be released. Driller or no, the kid was still better off with him then without him.
            To Watts it looked as though the hydra actually smiled as he shoved the boy in and slammed the door shut. It must have been a trick of the poor lighting down here. Lizards didn’t smile.
            All things considered, between that weird smile and the possibility of driller infestation, he sure as hell wasn’t going to get any sleep on this trip.