Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Storm Chaser: Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Elena shook her head at the closed door and made her way back to the private space of her quarters. She hadn’t bothered to bring her gear from the ship since she had such a quick turn around but even though she hadn’t stocked up on some of the kitchen basics, extra bathroom gear was already in place. Elena pulled out one of the few sets of extra clothes she had and took them into the bathroom with her. She hadn’t been in these quarters long enough to make much of an impression and the bathroom felt as impersonal as a hotel.

“That will change soon enough,” she thought. Elena took a shower, a luxury after so much time ship board. For good measure she washed her hair twice. As she combed out her hair in the steamed up mirror she frowned, still debating what to do with it. All of her life she had worn the long braid most pilots wore. When she had left the guild five years before, Elena had cut her straight black hair into a chin length bob. The act had been done partly to help her blend in more with society outside the guild, after all it wasn’t typical for women in their early thirties to have waist length hair. The other part, she had to admit had been symbolic. She was cutting herself off from her old life and never returning. Elena smiled wryly at her reflection and tossed the comb on the counter.

“Never say never,” she told her reflection. Now that she had returned, Elena couldn’t decide weather to grow her hair back out or cut it even shorter as its current length meant the only thing it was right for was blowing in her eyes while sailing. Her stomach grumbled, reminding her that she had missed breakfast and was edging into brunch territory. Elena let the weighty concern of hairstyles go, finished dressing and wet down to the market to get something to eat. She took the files with her to read as she went.

Once in the market Elena grinned. She had missed the odd combination of alien and human foods that blended in the market’s stalls. Deciding to throw a healthy diet to the wind she moved from stall to stall, picking up her favorites from each and assembling a meal for herself. ‘After all what dietitian is going to tell me how many calories or carbs are in a bowl of gedar?’ she thought to herself with a grin. With her tray loaded she headed towards an empty table.

“I thought only teenagers still ate like that,” a voice said as Elena settled herself. She looked up to find her Aunt Catherine approaching with a tray of her own. “Do you mind?” she asked.

“Of course not,” she said with a grin. Catherine put her tray down and leaned over to give Elena a hug before sitting down. “Coming or going?” Elena asked. Catherine was the pilot for the Sea Rascal.

“Coming,” Catherine told her. “We docked last night from earthside. Heard you had some issues.”

“Matrovean. They are especially thick around Herion right now.” Catherine nodded at the information.

“We’re headed toward Jacasota.”

“Southern pass looked clear. They seem to be concentrated over by the third moon.” Elena told her, spearing a forkful of hezan. To get to the Jacasota trade routes the Sea rascal would have to skirt the planet Herion and its five moons. Catherine filed the information away and began eating her meal as well.

“How about yourself?”

“Going. Shove off around 2,” Elena told her.

“And those would be?” Catherine asked, gesturing towards the files Elena had set down next to her tray.

“Travcon asked if I’d be willing to take passengers since my crew’s a temp. I wanted to check them out before I agree.”

“Who’d they send you?”

“Two for college and one of their employees to check me and my home port out.” Catherine nodded.

“That’s fairly standard. They have to make sure it is safe for the folks they book with you. You must have come with a recommendation since they are sending passengers first time out. Who are the kids?” Elena gave the names of her potential passengers. Catherine nodded. “I know the families although the fact that Elliot is old enough for college makes me feel very old.” Elena smiled. The guild families may come from around the globe but the number of them was small enough that sometimes it felt like a small town. Elena looked away from her Aunt to find Riko walking towards their table. Her smile became somewhat fixed. Catherine raised an eyebrow in question but did not turn or make comment. She was after all Alexandro’s daughter.

“Good morning, Elena,” Riko said. She paused by the table and smiled down at Elena then turned her gaze to Catherine. “And to you as well Catherine.”

“Good morning Councilor.” Elena and Catherine said in unison.

“I will leave you to your meal. No doubt you have family business to catch up on.” Riko continued on her way and Catherine shook her head.

“You know I didn’t realize she actually knew my name. I knew she knew who my father was but nothing else.”

“She would have made sure to know it. She thinks Mateo and I are working on a super secret project that will be profitable for her to become involved in.” Catherine raised her eyebrow again.

“And aren’t you?”

“Well yes,” Elena admitted. “But it won’t be profitable for a while. She just thinks I’m lucky and Mateo is a genius.”

“My son is a genius,” Catherine commented. “It is both a source of pride and annoyance.”

“I won’t argue the point,” Elena said. “Speaking of sons, How are the plans for Nate’s wedding coming?”

“My eldest is having a hard tome coming to grips with the fact that he can not just sneak off to Vegas to have a ceremony led by a sequined Elvis impersonator.” Catherine commented allowing the change of subject for which Elena was grateful. After all what else needed to be said about Riko? She was a ruthless councilor who had decided she would be involved with Elena and Mateo. That wasn’t a thought that sat well with breakfast.

After they finished eating, Elena wished her Aunt a good journey and made her calls to the families to check on her two passengers. Elliot and Freddie were everything their files said they were. They were also dock raised so they knew the basic rules of passage including the 50 lbs of gear maximum rule. Elena glanced at the cargo pants Elliot wore and figured another couple pounds worth of gear was stashed in the pockets. She decided to let it slide. ‘Too bad Smith hadn’t thought of that,’ she thought as she made her way back to the market. Somehow she didn’t think her grandfather would have let it slide. The mental image of Alexandro ordering Smith stripped made her grimace. ‘Probably a good thing he didn’t think of it,’ she mentally amended.

The Travcon office was located right off the main market area and when she asked Benjamin Valentine’s bona fides were confirmed. While she was there she officially accepted the passengers and signed all three copies of the necessary paperwork. She was handed two copies while one was filed in Travcon’s records. One copy Elena folded up and stuck in the back pocket of her jeans for her files. The other she walked to the registrar’s office and had them add it to her travel docket.

Business complete Elena wandered the market, picked up lunch and a few things to take back with her. Mostly she observed the market in full swing. People from different planets haggled over the cost of goods and services using a combination of languages and hand gestures to accomplish their tasks. Here cobweb fine material from the Gedwa was sold to a Halper for his first-born’s presentation gown. There a pilot based out of Boston sipped a steaming cup of veem while negotiating shipping costs with a Qarla merchant.

‘The Qarla must have learned English from someone out of New England,’ Elena thought. ‘Their accents are nearly identical.’ All in all it was business as usual in the market. Elena paused at a stall offering doma fruit and paused to buy a small bag for her trip out. Glancing at her watch, Elena realized it was time to go. She returned to her quarters, picked up the gear she intended to take back with her and headed to the ship. It was 1:30 according to the large clock placed prominently on the port wall. All three of the Storm Chaser’s passengers were waiting for her. She smiled and they each handed her a certification slip from the weights and measures station certifying their baggage was under the 50 lbs limit. She nodded and they followed her onto the ship. Spin greeted Elena with a purr and a quick turn around the ankles to welcome her back on board. Elena bent down and scratched her ears.

“We have passengers this time,” she told the cat. Imperiously Spin surveyed the new comers. “Crew’s bunks are that way,” she told her passengers, gesturing towards the door. “You’ll need to stow your gear quick so we can get underway.” Elliot and Freddie walked quickly to the door with Benjamin following. Spin mewed at Elena and went off to keep an eye on them. Elena smiled and went to the pilothouse. It was time to head back to Earth.

Oops correct Chapter 3

Sorry about that, I accidentally posted the un-edited chapter 3. This is the correct one. It is mostly the same until you get towards the end.

Chapter 3

The incessant jangling of the doorbell woke Elena many hours later. She grumbled as she pulled herself from the bed. She had not been in the suite long and many things were still factory standard.

“Apparently some psychopath decided on the doorbell.” The bells got increasingly louder each ring and by the time Elena crossed the central living area she could feel her brain rattling. She hit the door opening mechanism and the ringing stopped as the door slid open. A tall man with the bulk of a football player stood framed in her doorway. He wore wire rimmed glasses and a three-piece pin striped suit. His skin had that pale look that let her know he didn’t spend much time off the docking facility and in normal sunlight although his blonde hair had been cut in what she thought of as the latest style for men about her age who had to dress up for work but didn’t want to look like their fathers.

“How tall are you?” She asked. The man smiled.

“Six foot seven,” he replied, his voice showing a hint of amusement. Elena blushed.

“Sorry I’m not at my most polite when I first wake up.”

“My apologies for waking you.” Elena glanced over at the clock. It was set to Docking Facility time, a weird version of time that had been established to keep everyone on the same schedule no matter where on earth they hailed from. At the moment it was showing the time as 9:30.

“No problem, I over slept anyway. Come on in. Can I get you something to drink?”

“What ever you are having is fine.” Elena motioned him in and the door shut behind him. His face maintained the bemused look.

“It will be coffee then,” she said, gesturing for him to take a seat. He sat and Elena walked towards the kitchen area. Halfway there she stopped, realizing she had just invited a stranger in for coffee. Elena shook her head. Earthside her paranoid nature would have stopped him at the door and asked for id and still made him only talk to her outside. Such concerns were not ones to worry about on the docking facility but she was surprised at herself for slipping back into the rhythm of things. ‘So much for my innate paranoia,’ she thought. Elena turned around. “I forgot to ask who you were.” She commented. Elena ran a hand through her chin length black hair. It reminded her that she really needed a shower. “Sorry I’m kind of out of it this morning.”

“Its all right. I am Benjamin Valentine. I work with TravCon.” Elena nodded and continued to the kitchen to make coffee. TravCon was a business akin to a travel agency. It stood for either traveling connections or traveler’s connecting. She couldn’t remember the exact wording but she knew who they were. Their job was to help find passage for people without ships who needed to get to or from the docking facility. Her grandfather had occasionally worked with them. Elena got two mugs out of the cabinet and when there was enough coffee for both she filled two mugs using the pause and pour function. She brought the mugs back to where Benjamin Valentine waited.

“I hope you like your coffee black, Mr. Valentine. I haven’t managed to pick up milk or sugar yet.”

“That will be fine, and please call me Benjamin.” She handed him the mug and took a seat across from him.

“So Benjamin, what brings you by?” Elena sipped her coffee. Since she had being paying attention to her dreams the headache aftermath of the calling had faded but she still found a tight coil inside her unwind at the taste of coffee.

“Have you heard of TravCon?”

“Travel connections or something like that,” Elena said.

“That is correct. We help people get to where they need to be.” Benjamin reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a slim silver case. He popped it open and pulled out a business card. Elena took the card from him, glanced at and put it on the occasional table next to her.

“And you are here because…?”

“I am here because I have three people who need travel back earthside, close to your listed home port. Or close enough that they can arrange transportation from there.”

“I see,” Elena said sipping her coffee.

“It was noticed that your crew is remaining at the Docking Facility while you will be leaving later today.”

“It was,” Elena said, not really comfortable with someone checking up on her plans.

“The trip was registered with the guild of course. As a reputable agency we are allowed to check. We look at all of the outbound ships travel plans if it makes you feel any better.” It didn’t but she let it go.

“And who needs transport?”

“Two kids heading back to college in the fall. One has a summer internship starting in a few months and the other has never really spent much time outside of the docking facility and their families wish them to spend some time acclimating to more earthside focused living before integrating with the system.” Elena smiled at the phrasing, remembering her shock after spending so much time skyside. An adjustment period was always needed. Benjamin pulled two files from his portfolio and handed them to her. She flipped through the information on both of the kids. One was from a family she knew. She hadn’t realized he was college age yet but it fit. The other seemed legit as well.

“And I fit in where?” She asked, knowing the answer.

“If you are willing the two would act as crew for the trip back in addition to a small fee to cover the cost of their passage.” Elena tapped the folders.

“The contacts listed are on the Docking facility?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll contact them and let you know.”

“That is all we could ask for.” Benjamin stood and offered her his hand. Elena smiled at it.

“You mentioned three passengers Mr. Valentine.” Benjamin smiled and sat back down.

“I would be the third passenger.”

“Oh? And your references, would they be on the Docking Facility?”

“Travcon will gladly provide any references I need.”

“And will you be working as part of my crew for the trip earthside.”

“Sailing is not really my strongest skill set, however I can perform basic tasks and I am a very good cook. I would be willing to serve in the galley for the trip or Travcon will pay extra for my passage.”

“I see and your reason for traveling earthside?”

“Why earth is my home. Is it not natural I should visit there?” There was a teasing glint to Benjamin’s eyes and Elena smiled, finding herself liking him.

“Yes I can see a tan like yours needs a great deal of maintenance,” she commented dryly. Benjamin laughed. It was a deep barrel laugh that echoed out of his massive chest and rolled over her. “The two other passengers have legitimate reasons for travel. I’m afraid I will need one from you as well,” she said in the wake of his laugh.

“Very well. It is quite a simple reason really. Standard procedure. You are a captain we have not used in transit before. And you are traveling to a port not used for connections before. Indications are it will soon become a well-traveled port. Travcon wishes to know more about it.”

“Indications?”

“A partnership with two council members, one of whom is Black Pete while a third has sent agents to ask questions, a business the entire council is watching as a model for expansion, acting as a military liaison and being named Friend of the Guild all make you a person worth watching.” He smiled at Elena as she tried to shrug things off.

“It has been a busy few months.”

“Of course.” Elena stood and Benjamin stood with her. She held out his hand to shake. He shook it delicately, as if he were afraid of crushing her hand.

“If everything checks out we have a deal.” She looked up directly into his eyes. “But everything will be on the up and up or you get bounced. I don’t traffic.” He smiled at the term. Technically all channel riders fell into the category of smugglers. Trafficking was just the line the guild drew for what was acceptable smuggled cargo and what wasn’t. Unacceptable had more to do with what would draw the eyes of the law to the guild rather than any moral or societal stance. With the military watching her every move, Elena knew she had to take an even firmer stance.

“Understood,” Benjamin said. “The rate schedule is in the front of the top folder. Please let me know if there is anything else you require.” She walked with him over to the door. It slid open with a slight whoosh of air.

“I plan on leaving around 3 DF time,” she told him. He nodded. “I’ll let you know by noon if everything checks out.”

“Thank you Ms. Calabrese. We will be in touch.”

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Storm Chaser: Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The incessant jangling of the door bell woke Elena many hours later. She grumbled as she pulled herself from the bed. She had not been in the suite long and many things were still factory standard.

“Apparently some psychopath decided on the door bell.” The bells got increasingly louder each ring and by the time Elena crossed the central living area she could feel her brain rattling. She hit the door opening mechanism and the ringing stopped as the door slid open. A tall man with the bulk of a football player stood framed in her doorway. He wore wire rimmed glasses and a three piece suit. His skin had that pale look that let her know he didn’t spend much time off the docking facility and in normal sunlight although his blonde hair had been cut in what she thought of as the latest style for men about her age who had to dress up for work but didn’t want to look like their fathers.

“How tall are you?” She asked. The man smiled.

“Six foot seven,” he replied, his voice showing a hint of amusement. Elena blushed.

“Sorry I’m not at my most polite when I first wake up.”

“My apologies for waking you.” Elena glanced over at the clock. It was set to Docking Facility time, a weird version of time that had been established to keep everyone on the same schedule. At the moment it was showing the time as 9:30.

“No problem, I over slept anyway. Come on in. Can I get you something to drink?”

“What ever you are having is fine.” Elena motioned him in and the door shut behind him. His face maintained the bemused look.

“It will be coffee then,” she said, gesturing for him to take a seat. He sat and Elena walked towards the kitchen area. Halfway there she stopped. She turned around. “I forgot to ask who you were.” She commented. Elena ran a hand through her chin length black hair. It reminded her that she really needed a shower. “sorry I’m kind of out of it this morning.”

“Its all right. I am Benjamin Valentine. I work with TravCon.” Elena nodded and continued to the kitchen to make coffee. TravCon was a business akin to a travel agency. It stood for traveling connections. Their job was to help find passage for people without ships who needed to get to or from the docking facility. Her grandfather had occasionally worked with them. Elena got two mugs out of the cabinet and when there was enough coffee for both she filled two mugs using the pause and pour function. She brought the mugs back to where Benjamin Valentine waited.

“I hope you like your coffee black, Mr. Valentine. I haven’t managed to pick up milk or sugar yet.”

“That will be fine, and please call me Benjamin.” She handed him the mug and took a seat across from him.

“So Benjamin, what brings you by?” Elena sipped her coffee. Since she had being paying attention to her dreams the headache aftermath of the calling had faded but she still found a tight coil unwind at the taste of coffee.

“Have you heard of TravCon?”

“Travel connections,” Elena said.

“That is correct. We help people get to where they need to be.” Benjamin reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a slim silver case. He popped it open and pulled out a business card. Elena took the card from him, glanced at and put it on the occasional table next to her.

“And you are here because…?”

“I am here because I have three people who need travel back earthside, close to your listed home port. Or close enough that they can arrange transportation from there.”

“I see,” Elena said sipping her coffee.

“It was noticed that your crew is remaining at the Docking facility while you will be leaving later today.”

“It was,” Elena said, not really comfortable with someone checking up on her plans.

“The trip was registered with the guild of course. As a reputable agency we are aloud to check. We look at all of them if it makes you feel any better.” It didn’t but she let it go.

“And who needs transport?”

“Two kids heading back to college in the fall. One has a summer internship starting in a few months and the other has never really spent much time outside of the docking facility and their families wish them to spend some time acclimating to more earthside focused living before integrating with the system.” Elena smiled at the phrasing, remembering her shock after spending so much time skyside. An adjustment period was always needed. Benjamin pulled two files from his portfolio and handed them to her. She flipped through the information on both of the kids. One was from a family she knew. She hadn’t realized he was college age yet but it fit. The other seemed legit as well.

“And I fit in where?” She asked, knowing the answer.

“If you are willing the two would act as crew for the trip back in addition to a small fee to cover the cost of their passage.” Elena tapped the folders.

“The contacts listed are on the Docking facility?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll contact them and let you know.”

“That is all we could ask for.” Benjamin stood and offered her his hand. Elena stood and shook it. She walked with him over to the door.

“I plan on leaving around 3 DF time,” she told him. He nodded. “I’ll let you know by noon.”

“Thank you Ms. Calabrese. We will be in touch.”

Storm Chaser: Chapter 2

Chapter 2


The Storm Chaser docked without further incident and Elena followed the crew down into port. Crowds swarmed the docking area. People selling everything from food to good luck charms, merchants looking for new deals to be made for goods crowded close. Smells assaulted Elena’s nose more than the sound and press.

The scents ranged from the warm smell of sizzling meat from a venders cart to spices and perfumes. There was also the scent of people who weren’t human and the very distinct smell of humans who had been ship board long enough to need a real shower. Deciding she fell into that later category she turned her steps towards her quarters. Her crew disappeared into the mix barely leaving a ripple.

They were a temporary crew hired for the run but not tied to the Storm Chaser. It was a fairly common arrangement for a new captain to try out crew members before signing them on.

‘And with me still spending time earthside temporary works out,’ she thought as she pushed her way through the crowds. Elena shook her head at the mess. How the council had managed to clear an entire port out during the military visit was a feat beyond her comprehension.

“Elena,” a familiar voice called. Elena turned and smiled as Jenna pushed her way through the crowd towards her. A Stetovan looked annoyed as Jenna pushed past him. He clicked what were no doubt obscenities in his native tongue at her back while waving three of his six blue arms at the rudeness of earth creatures. Elena’s smile broadened. It was good to be home.

“I see you made it in,” Jenna said finally reaching Elena. They hugged. Elena noted that Jenna was just as whiffy as she was.

“Barely,” Elena replied. “Some Matrovians wanted to debate my arrival time.”

“I swear they get worse every year. We ran into a batch out on the Redgal run.”

“They are expanding,” Elena said. “Which ship you on now?”

“William’s Delight,” Jenna answered.

“Any captain I would know?” Elena asked. Jenna never wanted to be tied down with her own ship and not many of her family had ships so Jenna hired out as a contract pilot. Elena always thought it seemed a little unsettled for her tastes but Jenna seemed to like it.

“Captain Fulbright out of Virginia,” Jenna answered. She gestured with her chin to a man just walking into port. Elena put his age about mid sixties. His steel gray hair was cropped close in a buzz cut and he held himself as if he expected all his orders to be followed.

“He looks military,” Elena commented, thinking of Smith and Jonathan.

“I wouldn’t doubt it,” Jenna replied. “He runs a tight ship but there are worse things. Over all not that bad.” Jenna’s stomach growled and she grinned sheepishly. “Those last second escapes always make me hungry once the adrenaline drains.” Elena could feel the hollowness in her own belly and was forced to agree. They made their way over to a vender cart and each picked up a drink and a basket of wiledish, a spicy meat that had been fried until crispy on the outside and tender on the in. It was a finger food meant to be eaten like French fries. They took their impromptu meal over to one of the free tables located in the open area.

“You ever wonder what the wiledese think of their existence?” Jenna asked as they sat down. Elena thought of the small boar like creatures as she twisted the cap on her drink open. She had gone with sweet water while Jenna had opted for desa, a fizzy drink that tasted a little bit like lemon lime soda.

“You mean do they spend their days wondering if they are going to be turned into fast food? I don’t think they have much space for thought. After all their brains are smaller than your average hamster.”

“True,” Jenna agreed biting into a wiledish stick. Elena laughed and began eating. Conversation stayed light and Elena found herself laughing easily. It was good to forget the weightier concerns. And she had to admit that was part of Jenna’s charm. Weighty concerns were things she never wanted to bother with. With her stomach full though, Elena found her eyes starting to drift closed. The exhaustion from the last push was finally catching up with her. She could see the tiredness echo in Jenna’s face as well. They cleaned up their table and said their goodbyes. Elena continued her trek towards her quarters but managed no more than ten feet of progress before council member Inoue Riko stepped into her path. Elena stared stupidly at her for a moment, tiredness making her slow.

“Good evening, Elena.”

“Good evening to you as well.” Elena mentally sighed. She was not in a mental state to bandy words with a council member. Somehow she thought Riko knew that which made Elena a little grumpy as well. It felt like cheating.

“That was quite an escape you made earlier. Five Matrovean ships. Quite impressive.”

“It beat the alternative,” Elena said with a smile. If Riko knew about the earlier run than she knew Elena was not at her best. She tried to hold the grumpy inside.

“I’m sure it did. You must no doubt be exhausted.”

“Yes I am. Actually I was on my way to my quarters to crash.”

“Of course. I will walk with you so as not to keep you too long.” Giving in to the inevitable, Elena began walking. Riko fell into step beside her. The older woman was a good three inches shorter than Elena and had the look of doll like fragility. Her reputation was as ruthless as Peter’s however and Elena reminded herself to stay sharp. While she wanted to quickly stride away politeness forced her to slow her pace to match the elderly councilor.

“I have heard that Mateo is moving.”

“Yes we are going to be working on a project and it will help to have him close during the preliminary phase.” Elena was pleased that Riko had at least cut to the heart of the matter instead of dancing around.

“And have you thought about our discussion?”

“I have,” Elena replied. “We are still in the very preliminary stages of work. At the moment there is nothing to get involved in.”

“And when there is?”

“I will consider it.” Elena knew better than to give definite to a council member without assurances and conditions. If she became entangled with Riko there would be a well thought out contract in place. Riko smiled slightly in acknowledgement.

“That would be all I ask.” They reached the door leading from the corridor to Elena’s quarters. Elena fished the electronic key from her pocket. “And I will leave you to your rest. I will see you later.” Riko turned away from the door and continued slowly down the corridor. Elena shivered as she let herself into her suite. Somehow Riko had made the simple parting sound a bit like a threat.

As the door slid shut behind her, Elena let the travel bag slide from her shoulder to the floor. She left it where it fell, too tired to bother with it. As she locked the door behind her she idly wondered if Riko would appear every time she entered the docking facility. She hoped not. With the military dogging her steps earthside she needed some escape. A council member popping up here would eliminate that escape hatch. Elena’s tired brain refused to focus and she let it slide. She toed off her shoes and walked into the bedroom. Without bothering to change clothes, she fell into the bed and was asleep in seconds.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Storm Chaser: Chapter 1

Sorry for the Delay everyone, Last week just spun completely out of control.

Storm Chaser
Chapter 1

The explosion sizzled across Elena’s vision like lightning. She squinted and ducked her head to preserve her vision. The electronic bursts from the Matrovean raiders were even more disturbing for their silence. The vacuum of space stole all of the sound from the explosions.

“Getting closer,” she muttered to herself as her crew struggled to control the random sparks that threatened to ignite. Elena blocked out the sounds and concentrated only on escape. Adrenaline bubbled through her system and her attention was more focused than the lasers that burned through the black. The Storm Chaser veered to starboard and lost a little speed.

“No help for it.” The course adjustment may have cost them some speed but it protected the delicate tracery that allowed the ship to retain its oxygen supply. Without it they would be dead before the raiders boarded. Elena ground her teeth. They would not board her ship. She focused her waning energy on a burst of speed and felt the ship speed its pace. The crew’s tone showed relief as the Storm Chaser pulled ahead of the Matroveans.

Elena kept her focus. Her muscles began to shake with the energy drain. “Only a little more,” she told her body. Ahead outlines of larger ships loomed in the distance. Rapidly they grew until she was able to pick out the details. Heavy artillery had already been rolled out and the two ships were putting on speed to get close enough to fire. The Storm Chaser was within range of the Docking Facilities defense network.

Elena allowed herself a tight smile at the sight. One of the heavy cruisers aimed its cannons towards the raiders. Blue white light sliced silently through the black of space. The beam missed the raiders but the point hit its mark. The raiders slowed and turned away. Elena sighed with relief as the crew cheered. She eased the Storm Chaser to a normal speed and carefully uncurled her hands from the wheel.

She stretched and wiggled her stiff fingers while the muscles in her arms jittered. She could feel the exhaustion building behind her eyes but pushed it away for later. Once she was docked Elena could crash, until then there was much to do. The Storm Chaser glided between two of the heavy cruisers.

“Signal the cruisers,” Elena called. Dobbs, jumped to the bow, signal flags in hand. His wiry frame moving like a greyhound at full sprint. He signaled the cruisers that no injured were aboard and the ship was not damaged enough to require assistance into port. They signaled back their understanding and remained in patrol mode.

Spin, the ships cat poked her head into the pilot house and stared up Elena. In the few weeks since Spin had come to Elena she hadn’t grown much in anything but self-confidence. She still didn’t like the lights of attacking cannons. On that Elena could agree.

“Things will be calm for a bit,” Elena told her. Spin wound around Elena’s ankles twice and then stalked off to check on the rest of the ship. Elena stepped from the pilothouse, certain that inertia would keep the Storm Chaser on course. She couldn’t help but look at the cruisers as they passed. Though no shadows fell, Elena shivered as they passed, their sheer bulk giving her pause.

‘Smith would have loved those,’ she thought to herself as she walked the ships, checking for damage and getting assessments from her crew. When the military had paid a visit to the docking facility all of the heavy cruisers had been moved out of sight. The council had decided seeing ships of that size would have given the military too many ideas.

Smith would have no doubt considered that withholding information but Elena was okay with that. After all she had only been asked to tell the military about the channel riders. The heavy cruisers were incapable of riding the channels. They existed as a means of keeping the smaller channel riding merchant vessels safe from raiders like the Matoveran.

The Storm Chaser had suffered no real damage just a few scorch marks and Elena heaved a sigh of relief and leaned against the railing. She smiled as the cruisers passed and the docking facility came into sight. After five years being gone it felt good to be back on board. Most of the adrenaline had drained leaving her exhausted, but a spark of it still remained. The thrill of it sang through her blood.

‘Damned if I didn’t miss it,’ she thought. Elena pushed away from the railing and walked back towards the pilot house to ready the ship for docking. Spin followed her in after having made her own rounds of damage assessment.

“Hell of a way to make a living,” Elena told her. Spin sat down by Elena’s feet and began grooming as Elena adjusted their headings towards port.

Monday, July 14, 2008

1 day delay

The first chapter of Storm Chaser will be up in the morning. I sort of got swamped by a conference this weekend. Sorry for the delay. v.