Tuesday, February 25, 2020

Star Keepers, Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Nikola’s First Battle

Bardlun didn’t waste any time. “Are you aware that your presence here is in direct violation of the Treaty of Spirel? Are you in any trouble? Do you need assistance?”
He spoke eloquently, never raising his voice and demonstrating respect at all times with careful hand gestures and movements. Nikola had always admired that about her old professor.
Nikola Yakimenko, the ship’s new pilot, fidgeted restlessly in her seat, watching the negotiations take place. She didn’t necessarily understand what all was being said, as politics had never been her strong suit, but she tried to pay attention anyway.
The Woraugenn remained silent for a moment, its stalk eyes watching Bardlun carefully. Nikola had heard stories all her life about the giant, slime-covered beings who had tried to invade the galaxy, but she had never actually seen one up close. Twice the size of the tallest human, it basically dwarfed Nikola by miles.
The Woraugenn opened its wide mouth full of teeth and snarled at Bardlun. “We do not acknowledge your treaty, Star Keeper,” it said in the voice of the ship’s communications officer. “Our leaders betrayed the Kampsyn by signing that treaty, and his true followers do not stand by it.”
Nikola cocked her head. “Kampsyn.” She’d never heard that word before. It sounded like a religious leader or something.
Bardlun cleared his throat, probably taking note of what had just been said. “I am sorry you feel that way,” he said, keeping his tone even. “However, as a representative of the United Worlds, I cannot allow you to remain here. I must ask you to remove your ship from this planet’s atmosphere, or we will be forced to take action.”
The Woraugenn growled again, rising from its seat. “We are not going anywhere, Star Keeper. Conquest of this planet is ours by divine right.” Yep, probably religious leader. The Woraugenn rose up to its full height, towering over Bardlun and baring its dripping teeth. “We will not be bullied by the Star Keepers and your false treaty.”
Bardlun stared up at the Woraugenn, unfazed by its attempts to intimidate him. Nikola glanced back at the ship floating high above them. From the sound of it, she expected they were heading toward a fight, despite Bardlun’s efforts. Nikola gripped her controls, itching to start flying. She fidgeted in her seat, wondering when the negotiations would be over.
Behind her, the discussion continued. “There is an uninhabited planet two systems to your starbird,” Bardlun said. “If you wish, you are free to terraform and establish a colony there. But you cannot remain here.”
“We do not need your permission,” the Woraugenn spat, spittle and slime flying from its face. Thankfully for Bardlun, it was all just a hologram. “We have the blessing of the Kampsyn, and we will not bow to the reign of infidels.”
There was that word again. “Kampsyn.” Definitely a religious figure. Nikola gripped her controls restlessly, tapping her foot.
She glanced back at the rest of the command crew. The young captain, a Human just like her, with clear blue eyes and a long ponytail. For some reason, he had silver streaks running through it. Maybe he was older than she thought. Beside him sat the first officer, a Witani with a really long name Nikola had been unable to pronounce when looking through her assignment files. And finally, the combat officer, a tall Leadikan with curly brown hair and hard gray eyes. All three watched the negotiations with rapt attention. They had all probably been through situations like this a hundred times before.
The captain leaned forward to talk to his fellows. Nikola couldn’t help but lean in to listen. “What are you thinking?” he asked.
“We were right in our assumptions,” the first officer said, rubbing his right ear. Nikola noticed it seemed to be scarred or something. “A splinter group unhappy with the treaty was right on the money.”
“Why wouldn’t they have attacked yet?” the captain said. “They’ve been here almost a day.”
“Probably because they don’t really want the planet,” the combat officer said. “They want attention. What better way to get some than by taking down one of the ships that bested them in war.”
Nikola glanced back at the Woraugenn ship. They were their target?
The captain rubbed his nose, leaning back and studying the enemy ship. “Be ready to go, Commander Neru,” he told the combat officer. “I don’t expect Ambassador Bardlun’s negotiations will last much longer.”
“Yes, Captain,” Commander Neru said. She turned to look at Nikola. “Did you get all that, Lieutenant?”
Nikola’s face went red. “Um, yes, ma’am,” she stuttered.
The combat officer smirked. “Good. Get ready to fly.”
“Yes, Commander.” Nikola turned, trying her best not to feel embarrassed. She readied herself at the controls and acted as professional as possible. Here it comes, she thought.
Behind her, Bardlun was still trying to talk the Woraugenns down. “The United Worlds and the Star Keeper Corps have kept the Woraugenn race from their destiny long enough,” the Woraugenn snarled. It curled a slimy finger at Bardlun. “We will have our revenge, and we will start with this ship.” Its mouth curled into a smile and it waved its hand, ending the transmission.
In a flash, the Woraugenn disappeared. The white light filling the cylinder dissipated and the ship’s communications officer reappeared, a tiny yellow lizard floating by his tail. “He seemed nice,” the officer said. “Once we’re done here, we ought to invite him over for breakfast.”
Bardlun turned his seat to face the captain. “I am sorry, Captain. I failed to reach a peaceful resolution.”
The captain nodded. “Thank you for trying, Ambassador,” he said. He turned to the combat officer. “You’re up.”
“Yes, Captain,” Commander Neru said, hopping to her feet. She turned to face the enemy ship, her gray eyes hardening into a steely gaze. “Lieutenant Latil, Lieutenant Yakimenko, get ready for combat.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Nikola and the ship’s weapons officer said in tandem.
An alarm blared. “We have movement,” the ship’s computer officer, Mr. Garrison, said. “The Woraugenn ship is moving into attack position.”
“Understood,” Commander Neru said. “Lieutenant Yakimenko, switch over to capture mode.”
Yes! Nikola nearly hopped out of her seat in excitement. No, no, down, girl, she reminded herself. It’s your first day. Make a good impression. She straightened up and said, “Yes, Ma’am.”
She tapped her console and stood. The console and seat retracted into the floor, and the platform she stood on lit up with bright white light. Her whole body tingled with energy as her feet lifted off the floor. She extended her arms and let herself fall forward until she hung horizontally a few feet off the floor. The air shimmered as a cylinder of light encircled her, just like the one around the communications officer. The bridge of the ship changed into a perfect replica of the stars around the ship, the purple planet hanging just above her, and a small golden ship heading straight for her. If Nikola squinted, she could just barely make out the bridge behind the holograms.
Another alarm went off, making Nikola jump. “A second ship is approaching fast to our starbird side,” the computer officer said.
Nikola looked around in confusion, before noticing a red blip appearing in space below her and to the right.
Behind her, she heard the combat officer curse. “Yakimenko, Latil, stay on this first ship. Mr. Garrison, I’m going to need two drones activated immediately.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” the computer officer said. He tapped at his screens. Nikola looked down to see a swarm of ten silvery orbs appearing out of thin air just below her stomach. The drones formed up into groups of five, jetting off toward the blip. Fly, my children, fly! Nikola joked to herself.
Once they were out of sight, Nikola turned her attention back to the oncoming ship heading her way. Alright, tough guy, she thought, let’s see what you can do. She extended her arms forward, past her head, and pointed herself at her opponent. She thrust her hands backwards, launching herself and the ship forward at mach speed.
A spray of red laser fire burst from the enemy ship’s face, pelting toward Nikola. Nikola tipped her arm up, the ship matching her movements. She skewed the ship out of the path of the laser fire, and then rolled back the other way when the Woraugenn gunners tried to adjust. Nikola let out a little wiggle of excitement, trying to pass it off as a flashy maneuver. She looped around to face the enemy ship, giving it a cocky grin.
Is that all you got? she asked. The Woraugenn ship blasted her again, bombarding the ship with laser fire. A meter popped up in Nikola’s peripheral, letting her know that the shields were still holding for now. She maintained her position, letting the weapons officer to her left fire back. A few seconds later, the laser fire ceased as Latil had reduced the ship's laser array to scrap metal.
Nikola smirked, sweeping up and speeding along the ship’s side. A row of turrets lining its wing tried to get her, but she was too quick. Latil took aim as she passed, blasting each and every turret. The ship seemed to get wise, and tried to evade them instead. Nikola kept up with them, letting Latil finish off the turrets before moving on to the engine. In no time at all, the engine had been left smoking and the ship was now limping at half speed through space. By the look of the ship, Nikola guessed it was about twenty years old, far outmatched by the more modern Arrowhead. And Nikola’s superior flying skill. Probably.
With one engine gone, it was no trouble at all for Nikola to get Latil lined up with the engine and turrets on the opposite side so that he could finish them off. Soon, every turrets was a blackened pockmark in the ship’s hull, and the vessel floated dead in space, as harmless as an insect.
Nikola flipped over to look at the command crew. “Enemy neutralized.”
“Well done, Lieutenants,” she heard Commander Neru say. “Now, head over to help Garrison with the other ship.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Nikola said. She turned away from the downed Woraugenn ship and sped toward the red blip on her display. Behind her, she heard the captain tell Bardlun and the communications officer to make contact with the downed ship again and work out a surrender.
“Heads up!” Mr. Garrison shouted.
The red blip got bigger and bigger. Nikola pulled back quickly as the second Woraugenn ship blazed past her at top speed, two sets of silvery orbs giving chase.
“Sorry, Commander,” the computer officer said. “They got past me.”
“Yakimenko, after it!”
“Got it.” Nikola spun the ship around and thrust herself after the Woraugenns. The Woraugenn ship raced hard toward the purple planet, penetrating its atmosphere with Nikola in hot pursuit. Bright yellow flames lit up in a triangular shape around Nikola, highlighting the ship’s actual shape.
Down and down they flew, racing as fast as they could. The Woraugenn ship hit the cloud barrier, disappearing within. Nikola followed, keeping her eyes fixed on the red blip straight ahead of her as moisture speckled the invisible Arrowhead. A few seconds later, both burst through the cloud barrier and a lush green landscape opened up before them. Whoa, Nikola thought. A wide mountain range divided the landscape, rivers running down from it to feed valleys below. As they got closer, Nikola could see cities dotting the landscape. From up here, it almost looked like they were all built around enormous trees with blue leaves.
The Woraugenn ship made a beeline for the nearest city. Oh, no, you don’t, Nikola thought. She tucked her arms in as tightly as she could, speeding after the ship and closing the distance between them. The nearest city came into view. It turned out it was built around a gigantic tree. Neat.
Nikola pulled up alongside the ship, positioning herself so that Latil could have a nice clear shot at it. Before he could fire though, the Woraugenn pilot dipped the ship out and around Nikola, swerving so that Nikola shot past it. So, this guy’s a bit more tricky, huh? Nikola smirked, flipping herself around.
Nikola sped toward the ship, taking it face on just like she had before. The ship’s front-facing array fired, but the lasers shot right past her. Nikola glanced back to see them strike the tree, lighting its canopy on fire.
“No!” Nikola said out loud.
Commander Neru didn’t miss a beat. “Latil, the tree.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” the weapons officer said.
Nikola glanced at the officer and squinted through her holograms. Latil held two controllers in his small hands. Keeping one pointed at the ship, he pointed the other at the tree, swiping his thumb over the trigger button and changed it from red to blue. He fired, and a spray of fine blue mist covered the tree, dousing the fire immediately.
Nikola breathed a sigh of relief. She turned to face the Woraugenn ship again. Latil refocused his remotes to the ship’s front array and blasted it into submission. Once that was done, Nikola sped up the side of the ship, letting Latil target the turrets along it as she flew.
She raced up to the engine, lining up with it and Latil took it out. Soon, it was trailing smoke behind it. Nikola flipped over to get the other engine, but the Woraugenn pilot decided to get tricky with her again. It swerved suddenly in one direction so that it’s remaining wing’s turrets were pointed at the ground.
Commander Neru caught on before Nikola did. “Yakimenko, take out those turrets now!”
Before Nikola could do anything, the two largest turrets closest to the ship’s head fired. Instead of lasers, however, two large black spheres like giant cannonballs fired from the ship, hurtling toward the ground with terrifying speed. With a loud snapping and crashing sound, the two orbs barrel through the branches of the giant tree, leaving a gaping hole in its canopy. A second later, they slammed into the village below, demolishing several huts and leaving wide divots in the soft earth.
Getting mad, Nikola focused on the enemy ship. She lined herself up with the ship’s wing so that Latil could destroy the remaining turrets before they could fire again.
Down below, the two giant spheres settled into the dirt where they had landed. A crowd of the planet’s inhabitants, tiny yellow fuzzy things as far as Nikola could see, had started to approach cautiously. A loud crack filled the air, causing the inhabitants to flee backwards. Bright green cracks started spreading across the orbs’ surface.
Commander Neru cursed.
“Mr. Garrison, I need a drone back here,” she said.
“Yes, Ma’am,” the computer officer said, tapping quickly at his consoles. Nikola glanced down to see another set of drones appear just below her belly. A new screen popped up on Garrison’s console, displaying what the drone saw. He grabbed it with two fingers and flicked his hand backwards.
Nikola looked back to see Commander Neru hold out her hand, the image appearing in midair before her. She tapped it. “Capture Mode!”
The image expanded and wrapped itself around her, creating her own holographic cylinder. The drones below Nikola moved around, two taking the place of Commander Neru’s hands, two on her feet, and one at her eye level.
“Stay on the ship, Latil, Yakimenko,” Qarian ordered. “I’ll be back.”
She punched her fists toward the ground and the drones dropped. Her hologram reflected the sky racing past. She shot past the tree, racing toward the ground. Just as she approached the ground, she slowed,  touching gently down on the grass. The cracks on the two giant spheres continued spreading more and more.
Sticking to Commander Neru’s last order, Nikola turned back to the Woraugenn ship. All of its turrets and one engine down, it seemed to have given up the fight, content to watch whatever havoc its cannonballs created. Nikola circled around its last engine, Latil taking it out with ease. Garrison’s two drones circled it, trapping it in a force field before it could fall.
Nikola turned to look back at the captain. “Mission accomplished, sir.”
The captain smiled. “Thank you, Lieutenant.” He turned to Bardlun. “You know what to do.”
Bardlun nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Nikola grinned proudly, still floating in midair. She straightened herself back up into a vertical position and switched back to manual mode, touching back down on the ground as her seat and console returned. The holograms dropped, letting Nikola turn to watch the situation on the ground through Qarian’s cylinder.
The giant spheres had cracked open, revealing steaming piles of greenish goo. Commander Neru approached them cautiously, her hands held out, her drones ready to fire. The slime started shifting, moving around inside their shells. Massive arms formed, followed by heads and broad torsos, pulling themselves up out of the muck. Soon, two Woraugenn soldiers covered in black, rubbery armor stood amidst the rubble. They were huge, towering over the combat officer.
“I think now that the fight up here is over, we had best get down there, Captain,” the first officer said.
The captain nodded in agreement. “Mr. Garrison, two more drones,” he said, getting to his feet.
“Yes, sir.”
Soon, both officers were standing in their own cylinders of light, shooting down to join Commander Neru. The Woraugenns were now stepping out of the rubble of their containers, looking around at the fuzzy civilians cowering nearby.
“By the authority of the Star Keeper Corps, I order you to stand down,” the combat officer said. The captain and first officer touched down beside her and she acknowledged them with a nod.
The Woraugenns seemed to ignore all three of them, going in separate directions toward different groups of civilians.
“Let’s Move,” the combat officer said, throwing herself at the nearest Woraugenn.
“Right.”
Commander Neru jumped through the air, landing on her target’s back, bringing her hands around to blast the monster in its face. Meanwhile, the captain and first officer’s target had raised its hand into the air, a massive bony spike protruding from it as it shouted at its victims. The captain peppered it with laser fire, making it shout in anger and spin around. The first officer flanked it, spraying it with more. The Woraugenn thrusted its spike through the first officer’s chest. Nikola let out a yelp before remembering that they were just drones down there. The first officer grinned at his attacker and blasted it in the chest, throwing it back.
Soon enough, both Woraugenns were down, all three commanding officers standing over them. The first and combat officers extended their hands, four of their five orbs flying out to bind the Woraugenns in force fields. “By the authority of the Star Keeper Corps,” the captain said. “I place you under arrest.”
He thrust his hand toward the sky and the drones lifted the Woraugenns into the air, sending them back up to their ship. Commander Neru brushed her hands off. “Thanks for the help, Captain. Commander.”
The captain nodded. “Capture mode off,” he said. The cylinders surrounding all three disappeared and they were left standing back on the ship.
“Welcome back,” the communications officer said. “Have fun?”
The young captain was breathing heavy. “A bit,” he said. He looked up at Nikola. “Nice flying today, Lieutenant.”
Nikola puffed out her chest proudly. “No problem, Captain.”

Monday, February 17, 2020

Star Keepers, Chapter One

Star Keepers
By Paul Adams

Chapter One
A Captain Among the Stars
A heaven of stars twinkled softly against the black canvas of space, drifting gently along the milky way in their eternal celestial dance. Each minuscule speck of light, no matter how small and peaceful they seemed, signified entire star systems teeming with life. It was entrancing in a way, the sheer spectacle and enormity of it all.
Gavin pressed his hand to the wide window, the only object standing between him and the vast cosmos beyond. The stars blinked gently back at him. He smiled, listening to their gentle call to adventure that had drawn to him his whole life.
His eyes fell on a single star in the window’s upper right-hand corner. He knew from star maps that it was a part of his favorite constellation from back home on Centauri IV: Skywalker. The rest were nowhere to be seen, likely somewhere on the other side of the ship, broken up by the immense distance of space.
He remembered warm summer nights laying out under the stars with his cousin James, pointing out constellations and dreaming of the adventures they would go on some day. He remembered how he would tell James about how he wanted to fly a ship along the stars of Skywalker so fast he lit up the constellation’s sword just like in the old stories. James would laugh and do his best to explain that wasn’t how it worked, but Gavin’s young mind didn’t care.
Gavin smiled, pulling his eyes away from the window, bringing himself back down to reality. A freshly-pressed silver uniform was laid out on the desk before him. He took a deep breath and stepped up to it, picking up the coat and making sure it was clean and smooth. He slipped one arm inside, then the other. He shook the coat out and buttoned it up. He took his time, methodically threading each button and smoothing out the material, checking himself in the mirror to make sure everything looked okay.
Once he was certain the coat looked perfect, he slipped on the pants and moved on to the badges. He picked up a small red insignia, the mark of a captain, and pinned it to his collar. All that was left was a small gold nameplate. He held it up to the light, grasping it between two fingers. A single word was engraved into its smooth surface.
KENT.
Gavin looked in the mirror as he pinned it to his chest, taking in the full ensemble. He was tall, Human, with long brown hair tied back in a ponytail, silver streaks running along the side, indicative of a faint trace of Leadikan heritage. Clear, blue eyes stared back at him, full of fear and uncertainty unbecoming of a captain. Gavin’s fingers flipped back and forth the way they did when holding a pen during a test back during his academy years.
He looked away from the mirror. A line of about a dozen portraits lined his wall, twelve faces staring back at him. In the first, three men in astronaut suits posed in front of a backdrop of Earth’s moon, the man in the center with brown hair and blue eyes just like Gavin’s. The nametag at his chest also read “Kent.”
Further down the line was a man with Gavin’s pointed nose shaking hands with an alien. A woman with long brown hair laid the foundation for a new Human colony on Centauri IV. A pilot with blue eyes handed food to a starving alien child. A stately woman with silver-speckled hair held up a treaty. Each one bore a nametag reading “Kent.”
At the very end of the line, Gavin’s grandfather, Leonard Kent, stood dressed in full admiral’s regalia, his blue eyes stern and serious. Right beside him, Gavin’s father Orion held a golden medal for heroism, his long brown, silver-streaked hair draped around his face, his blue eyes burning with courage and passion. Gavin studying their faces, trying his best to meet their gaze. He squared his shoulders and puffed out his chest.
“I will make you proud,” he promised them.
Gavin pulled down his sleeve and checked his wrist. Glowing numbers flashed across his skin for a moment, showing him it was almost time. A crew member should be arriving to fetch him any second now. He looked himself over in the mirror one more time, making sure to smooth out any potential wrinkles. He glanced out the window to see a large purple planet approaching in the distance. He checked his wrist again. What was taking them? Gavin’s stomach churned with a mixture of panic and excitement that he was trying really hard to keep contained.
He was just considering heading out when the door on the other side of the room flashed green, letting off a soft beep.
Gavin jumped, all of the feelings jumbling around inside him spiking. He clenched his fist to keep his fingers from fidgeting. Come on, Gavin, you can do this, he reminded himself. Ignoring the urge to run, he crossed to the door, waving his hand across its metallic surface. The door turned temporarily transparent, granting him a view to the corridor beyond. The ship’s communications officer, a small, yellow lizard, no more than a foot tall, floated outside the door, a long tail spinning rapidly over his head like a propeller. A bright smile stretched across his reptilian face.
Gavin’s stomach squirmed again. He took a deep breath and swiped his arm, returning the door to its solid state. He tapped it with his fingers, and it slid open.
“Good morning, Captain,” the officer said, the moment the door opened. “Are you ready for your first big day?”
Gavin fought the urge to run back into his quarters, shut the door, and hide in his bed for the rest of his life. “Good morning, Lieutenant,” he said, stepping out into the corridor and straightening his uniform again.
“Lieutenant?” the officer said with an exaggerated expression. He shook his head. “You think you know a guy. Spend years at the academy together, and suddenly you’re just ‘Lieutenant.’ You’ve changed, Gavin. You’ve changed.”
Gavin sighed and rolled his eyes. “Good morning, Long Tail,” he said.
“Now that’s better,” Long Tail said. Gavin felt a weight on his shoulder as Long Tail settled himself down and let his tail drape across the other side. Gavin looked over at him in annoyance. Long Tail grinned back at him.
“You know, most communications officers aren’t supposed to ride on their captain’s shoulders,” Gavin said.
“Really?” Long Tail said. “How do they ever get around?”
Gavin shook his shoulder, trying to dislodge the tiny lizard. Long Tail simply dug his claws into the silvery fabric.
“You’re going to get me demoted.”
“Probably,” Long Tail shrugged. “But at least we’ll get demoted together.”
At the end of the corridor, a clear, cylindrical tube stuck out slightly from the wall. Gavin pressed his hand against its surface, calling the lift. He leaned back against the wall, trying to calm his nerves while they waited.
“We made it, buddy,” he said.
Long Tail nestled down into Gavin’s uniform. “We sure did, buddy,” he said.
The lift flashed green, and the clear glass wall opened. It was time. Gavin steeled his nerve and stepped into the lift, a small, clear cylindrical capsule, contained inside the clear tube. “Bridge, please,” he said, loud and clear. The lift beeped again, and the door closed. The floor vibrated, and the lift rose upward through the shaft.
Gavin leaned back against the glass wall behind him. He looked up to see a small square of light approaching. “You ready for this?” Long Tail asked, adjusting himself on Gavin’s shoulder.
“Probably,” Gavin said. He looked over at Long Tail, who was picking at the silvery fabric of his uniform. He shook his shoulder again, trying to shake the lizard off.
Long Tail clung on, watching Gavin’s shoulder curiously. “You really ought to see somebody about these muscle spasms. They’re very concerning.”
He looked up at Gavin with an innocent smile. Gavin shook his head and gave up. The square of light above them extended and filled up the front of their view as the lift slowed to a stop. Another ding sounded and the door opened.
“We’re here,” Long Tail said.
“Yep,” Gavin said. His gut bounced around inside him as if it were full of live insects. He felt Long Tail’s weight lift from his shoulder as the tiny lizard took off into the air, his tail spinning over his head once again. He turned back and saluted, holding his right claw vertically in front of his chest.
“See you out there, Captain.”
Gavin smiled and returned the salute. “Thanks, Long Tail.”
Long Tail turned and floated out the door. “All right, look alive, people,” he said loudly. “The captain is on the bridge. The captain is on the bridge.”
Gavin smiled and shook his head. Here it was. No putting it off any longer. He stared at the looming threshold, just waiting for him to step through it. He closed his eyes and took a breath, stepping over the threshold.
“Attention!”
The crew got to their feet as Gavin stepped through the door. Seven officers stood at attention, each using the same salute Long Tail had used. Gavin looked them over, trying not to feel overwhelmed. His first officer, a tall Witani named, if Gavin remembered right, Aghri kei KibaZhoka, stood to one side, right beside the lift. He stood head and neck taller than any human, with long lanky limbs ending in long, clawed fingers, with quills growing from the top of his head and sharp teeth filling his ape-like mouth. His glowing golden eyes met Gavin’s and he dipped his spindly neck respectfully. “We await your command, Captain,” he said. His voice was soft and gentle, nothing like his fearsome appearance.
“Thank you, Commander,” Gavin said.
A step down from where they stood, the ship’s combat officer stood, a tall female Leadikan who looked almost exactly like a human except for the faint glow coming off her skin. She had a head full of curly auburn hair, and cold, serious gray eyes. Beside her, the diplomatic officer, an obese Pindarian sat on a floating platform, enormous rolls of fat hanging over the edge, his watery eyes looking up at Gavin while a heavy claw held a device displaying some holographic notes he’d been going over. Long Tail floated behind him, giving Gavin the same wide grin.
Behind them, on a raised platform facing the large window taking up the front of the bridge, a young Human sat. If he remembered right, she was the brand-new pilot, fresh out of the academy. She didn’t look much younger than Gavin himself. Her bright green eyes looked up at Gavin with the expression of a fresh young recruit waiting eagerly for her first command by her first captain. Gavin smiled, remembering his own time in her position all too well. He couldn’t let her down.
He squared his shoulders and stepped forward. “At ease,” he said.
As one, the crew dropped their salutes and loosened their stances. Gavin stepped forward. Standing here on the bridge, he didn’t feel quite so nervous. This was what he had trained for. He looked over at his first officer.
“Welcome aboard, Commander Aghri,” he said.
“Welcome aboard, Captain Kent,” the officer replied.
Gavin stepped up to the edge of the top step where he and Aghri sat, a small round platform rising from the floor behind him. He sat, and the metal conformed and reshaped itself to fit the contours of his body. Once he sat, the rest of the crew sat and returned to their duties.
“Mr. Garrison, report.”
Down at the far end of the bridge, the ship’s computer officer was surrounded by a myriad of screens and consoles. He stood and turned to face Gavin, the screens disappearing and reappearing on the lenses of his thick glasses. He stared up at Gavin, his eyes the same blue eyes and his hair the same curly hair as Gavin’s cousin James.
“A Woraugenn ship appeared in orbit around the planet Hentu almost a day ago,” James said, his tone smooth and controlled. “So far they have shown no signs of hostility, but they haven’t responded to any attempts at contact either.”
Gavin looked up at the purple planet now looming large through the window. A small greenish-golden ship hovered nearby. Gavin recognized its shape, a circular head with two wings curving back to a pair of engines. The battleships used by the Woraugenns twenty years ago in the war. His father and mother had fought numerous battles against the same kind of ship.
“Thank you, Mr. Garrison,” Gavin said. “That will be all.”
James nodded. “Yes, Captain.” He dipped his glasses and met Gavin’s eyes for just a moment before sitting back down. His screens lit back up when he did so. Gavin sat back in his seat, studying the Woraugenn ship. This was it. His first mission. He could do this.
He sat forward to discuss with his command crew. Aghri, the combat officer, and the diplomatic officer leaned in as he did so.
“What are we seeing here?” he asked them. “Is this a breach of treaty?”
“Not likely,” the diplomatic officer said, his deep voice reverberating through the bridge. His droopy jowls flapped as he spoke. “Many splinter groups were unhappy with the treaty. This is more than likely one of them causing trouble.”
Gavin scratched at his chin. “You imagine they’re probably hostile, then?” he asked.
“Probably,” the combat officer said, her gray eyes following the ship’s movements carefully. “Though it’s possible this is all just a misunderstanding.”
Gavin nodded. He looked over at his first officer. “What are your thoughts?” he asked.
Commander Aghri’s golden eyes stared up at the ship. He scratched at his ear, which Gavin couldn’t help but notice was ragged and covered in scars. “I think we should try to make contact with the ship before we do anything,” he said. “Find out what they are here for.”
 “I agree,” Gavin said. He considered the situation for a few seconds. “Alright,” he said, pointing to the diplomatic officer. “Ambassador Bardlun, make contact with the ship. Find out what they’re here for, try to work out a peaceful solution. If you can’t,” he pointed to the combat officer, “Commander Neru, you know what to do.”
The two officers looked at each other. “Yes, Captain,” they both said.
Ambassador Bardlun spun in his seat to face Long Tail. “Contact the ship, Lieutenant Long Tail,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” Long Tail said. He tapped at the air before him and the platform he floated over lit up, projecting a holographic cylinder around him. He tapped at the cylinder and cleared his throat. “This is Lieutenant Long Tail of the Starship Arrowhead calling the unknown Woraugenn vessel. Come in, unknown Woraugenn vessel.”
His cylinder beeped faintly, the light of the holograms pulsing. Gavin adjusted himself in his seat, trying not to feel anxious. His first mission was about to begin.
Long Tail’s cylinder stopped ringing. A small, square image appeared on the surface, displaying a green face full of teeth that Gavin recognized all too well. The Woraugenn spoke, speaking in a garbled language Gavin didn’t understand.
“Does he speak Ubar, Lieutenant?” Bardlun asked.
“I’ll check,” Long Tail replied. He asked the Woraugenn something in the same garbled language.
“No, he does not.”
Bardlun nodded. “You’ll have to translate then. Full screen.”
Long Tail tapped at his cylinder. His platform brightened, the cylinder filling up with bright white light that swallowed him entirely and obscured him from view. In his place, the full form of a Woraugenn soldier appeared. It stood nearly two feet taller than the tallest Human Gavin had ever seen, with thick arms wider than his own torso, its green skin oozing with slime. Its eyes were fixed on eyestalks that swiveled around, fixating on Ambassador Bardlun.
Gavin sat up in his seat a little straighter. This was what he had trained for his whole life. Bardlun cleared his throat, bringing his heavy arms together in front of him and holding his claws in a cupping shape. “Greetings,” he said, keeping his deep voice clear and enunciated. “I am Ambassador Bardlun, Diplomatic Officer of the Starship Arrowhead. May I know to whom I am speaking.”
The Woraugenn’s face seemed to sneer. It uttered a name Gavin couldn’t make sense of. Long Tail’s voice replaced the Woraugenn’s own, translating its words into Ubar and denoting it as the grand vizier of the ship. The Woraugenn repeated Bardlun’s gesture, its claws more clenched than Bardlun’s were.
“May we dine?” Bardlun asked, nodding respectfully.
The Woraugenn’s eyes narrowed. Its claws clenched tightly, as if crushing something between them and pulling apart. “We may,” Long Tail’s voice said, in tandem with the creature’s mouth.

Saturday, August 31, 2019

Modern Wizard


“Hold it! Hold everything!”

Tobias paused his game. He looked up at the strangely dressed man who had just burst into his living room and the redheaded woman in everyday street clothes who had followed him in. Tobias held back his irritation. He was used to unexpected visitors, but these two seemed particularly strange.

“Do you mind?” he asked. “I was just about the beat the Fire Temple.” He waved his controller at the screen in front of him.

“Ooh, is that Ocarina of Time?” the woman said, stepping past her partner and sitting herself down on the edge of his couch.

“Kaycee,” the man said. “We do not fraternize with the suspects.”

Kaycee rolled her eyes and sat back against the cushions, flipping through the games Tobias had stacked on the side table. “Mario 64, Goldeneye . . . ooh, Banjo-Kazooie! You wouldn’t be willing to let me have this one, would you?”

Tobias stared back and forth between the two visitors. “No . . . what . . . who are you people? What are you doing in my house?”

“Ptolemais Argon,” the main said, pulling a used napkin out of his pocket and flashing it at Tobias. “Magical Detective.”

“That’s a napkin,” Tobias said.

“And this is my partner, Kaycee Martin.”

“’Sup,” the woman said, flashing him the peace sign from behind the guide for Conker’s Bad Fur Day she was now flipping through.

“Okay,” Tobias said. “What are you doing in my house?”

“You’ve been accused of time-traveling all throughout the Medieval Era and impersonating a wizard. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Tobias groaned and tossed his controller aside. He got up on his couch and yanked the manual out of Kaycee’s hands. “Look, I’m not going around claiming to be a wizard, okay? My house just appears in the middle a field or a mountain, and suddenly everyone just assumed it’s a magical wizard’s lair and invited themselves in.”

“And what about reports of a magical wand you used to summon visions of faraway wonders on a crystal ball.”

Tobias dug into his seat cushions and pulled out a remote control. “You mean this?”

“What about the dark magic you used to communicate with spirits from the beyond.”

“I made a phone call.”

“And the horseless chariot you used to carry a villager hundreds of miles away to the Misty Mountains of the North.”

“Car,” Kaycee said before Tobias could say anything. She had been messing around with one of the transformers Tobias had carefully posed on his table. Tobias hadn’t even thought she was paying attention.

Tobias and Ptolemais stared at her, Tobias torn between answering the detectives’ questions and wanting to rip the figure from her hands. “Some guy needed a ride. I took him out in my Chevy. Is that so wrong?”

“What about this King Arthur who received the sword Excalibur from you?”

“Some farm boy liked my Marth cosplay. How was I supposed to know he’d use it to proclaim himself king?”

“And the princess you held hostage?”

“We met at a local tavern. She wanted to see my action figure collection. I didn’t even know she was a princess until that guy broke in here and started waving that halberd in my face.”

“Oh, oh, oh, let me guess,” Kaycee said, holding up the transformer she had successfully changed back into its beast form. “Everybody thinks these are sealed monsters that you have vanquished with your powerful magic.”

“See? She gets it?” Tobias said. He reached for the toy. “Can I have that back, please?”

Kaycee snorted. “No way,” she said. “I’ve been looking for a good condition Inferno forever.”

“Kaycee,” Ptolemais said. “We do not play with the evidence.”

“Oh, please, Tolly,” Kaycee said, getting to her feet, Inferno still gripped firmly in her hand. Tobias reached out to say something but thought better of it. “I think it’s pretty obvious there’s no case here. It’s just the locals being idiots.”

Ptolemais looked a little uncomfortable. “But . . . but you can’t deny he hasn’t been reckless with his usage of modern technology in front of the people of this era.”

“Oh, please. You read his file. The guy’s banned from his own time period over some cyberhacking scheme. What’s he supposed to do, just live as a hermit for the rest of his life?”

“I’ve been trying,” Tobias said.

“Hush, dude,” Kaycee said. “You’re not part of this.”

But it’s literally all about me, he thought.

“Now,” Kaycee said, returning to her partner, “Drop the bravado and let’s leave the poor guy alone with his video games.”

“But,” Ptolemais said, looking back and forth between her and Tobias, “but I had a whole epic one-liner planned out for when we arrested him.”

“I know, I know. You can use it on the next guy. Let’s go.”

“But it was specifically tailored to this guy’s situation.”

“I’m sure it was. Now, carpet. Go.”

Ptolemais’s shoulders slumped. He glared at Tobias. “We’ll be watching you,” he said, before turning on his heel and marching out the door.

Kaycee slipped her phone out of her back pocket and searched through it for a second. She then pulled out a wallet and tossed Tobias a full seventy dollars out of it. “For the royalty,” she said, holding up and pointing at Inferno. “Thanks, bye.” She skipped and headed out the door.

Tobias got up and went to the window to see the pair of them taking off on a magic carpet and disappearing into the distance. Tobias sighed, locked his door, and went back to his game. “I really need to invest in some better locks,” he muttered to himself.

Thursday, May 3, 2018

Star Keepers: Gavin and Long Tail


And now . . . the final of my four character features, this time focusing on my main character Gavin and his best friend Long Tail. I hope everyone has enjoyed reading. Thanks.

GAVIN AND LONG TAIL
by
Paul Adams
A panorama of millions of tiny stars glimmered through the large plexiglass window. Some were red giants, others white dwarves. A few were single suns, while still others were whole galaxies. Some millions of lightyears away, and some only a few. Quasars. Pulsars. In the upper right-hand corner of the window, a red one was no star at all, but a planet in the same solar system. A sea of wonders and adventure just ripe to be explored, but from behind the window, nothing more than a long black sheet sprinkled with tiny, uniform white specks.
Gavin closed his eyes. Composed. Professional, he told himself. He turned away from the window to finish putting on his uniform. Picking up his coat, he took special care not to wrinkle the silver fabric. A shiny red captain’s insignia glistened on the left lapel. He slipped one arm through the left sleeve, then the other through the right. As he buttoned the coat, he felt something crumple in the right breast pocket. He stopped and removed a small folded piece of paper, opening it and scanning the first few lines.

Dear Sir,

You are hereby promoted to the rank of Captain and are assigned command of the Starship Arrowhead, to protect and serve the peoples of the United Worlds, and to keep the peace as a member of the Star Keeper Corps, in accordance with . . .

Gavin carefully folded up the paper and placed it on his bookshelf next to his old Academy textbooks and his grandfather’s copies of Ender’s Game and Foundation. He finished buttoning his coat, and checked his reflection in the mirror. Clear blue eyes stared back at him from a youthful face that didn’t look like it quite fit the captain’s insignia below it. His dark brown hair was cropped short, as per military standard, and his chin was meticulously clean-shaven. His long nose gave him a bit of a noble look, but Gavin feared it wasn’t enough to counter the young look in his eyes. He took a deep breath and brushed at his uniform, smoothing out every slightest wrinkle he could find. The arms and legs were delicately creased, and not a piece of lint could be found, but still Gavin pored over it, doing everything he could to make sure he looked perfect.
Finally, only one piece of his ensemble remained. He picked up his nameplate off of the table, staring up at the row of pictures lining the nearby wall. Eleven people stared back at him, smiling for the camera and showing off their awards and accolades. At the far end, three individuals in astronaut suits posed against a backdrop of Earth’s moon, the man in the middle staring back at Gavin with clear blue eyes. The gold plate at his chest read Kent. Beside his picture, another man with dark brown hair shook hands with an alien, his chest proudly displaying Kent as well.
The portraits continued down the line. A stately woman with a long nose holding a treaty. A man in a star pilot’s uniform handing food to a starving alien child. Another woman with blue eyes laying the cornerstone for a new colony on Centauri IV. All named Kent. Gavin stood before the last two pictures, the first a portrait of an aged man with a long nose dressed up in the regalia of an admiral. Beside him was a picture of Orion Kent, the man with the shaggy, brown hair who had saved Aghri and his family twenty years before, being awarded the Galactic Medal of Honor. Both stared back at Gavin with stern, noble looks.
Gavin puffed out his chest and tried to keep his posture as straight as possible. “I will make you proud,” he promised them. He looked down to see that he was twirling his nameplate between his fingers the same way he used to do with his pens just before a big test at the academy. He stopped, holding the plate still. Grasping it with two fingers on each side, he held it up to the light. The nameplate was small, about an inch wide and three inches long, made of solid gold. Four letters gleamed in the light, delicately engraved in the plate’s surface.
KENT.
The steel door across from the window glowed blue and emitted a shrill beep. Gavin closed his eyes. “Composed,” he said. He pinned the nameplate to his coat, then turned and crossed to the door, waving his hand across it. The blue light dissipated and the gray steel turned translucent, revealing the hallway beyond. A yellow lizard hung in midair, his tail spinning above his body like a propeller, keeping him aloft. The lizard wore a broad smile across his face and was waving at the door like a fool. Long Tail, the ship’s communications officer.
Gavin suppressed a smile and waved his hand again, restoring the door’s solidity. He took a deep breath, checking his uniform one more time and straightening his posture. With a tap of his finger, the door slid open, revealing Long Tail once again.
“Good morning, Gavin,” the lizard said, his smile getting, if possible, even wider. “Ready for your big day?”
 “Long Tail,” he said, trying to maintain the air of a captain. “Is it time?”
The lizard pretended to check his wrist. “Somewhere around there. Coming?”
Gavin responded with a curt nod. “Let’s go,” he said. He stepped out into the hall. Tiny claws pressed into Gavin’s uniform as Long Tail perched on his shoulder, giving his tail a rest and letting it hang across Gavin’s other shoulder. “So, captain of your own ship, huh? How do I get one of those?”
“First off,” Gavin said, “by not riding your superior’s shoulders in public.” He shifted his shoulder, trying to shake the lizard off. Long Tail’s grip proved unshakeable.
Long Tail shook his head and sighed. “You think you know a guy. Ride his shoulder all through the academy and across two ships, then he becomes a big-time captain and suddenly that shoulder is hallowed ground.”
Gavin rolled his eyes. “Seriously, though. You need to get off before we get to the bridge.”
They turned a corner, and walked down a bright, stainless steel corridor ending in a clear cylindrical tube. Long Tail continued to ride Gavin’s shoulder all the way up to Gavin stopping before the tube and pressing his hand against the glass. “Captains aren’t supposed to walk around with their communication officers on their shoulders,” Gavin said. “You’re going to get me demoted to auxiliary officer.”
Long Tail adjusted himself on Gavin’s shoulder, looking perfectly comfortable. “Nah. You don’t have the skills for that job.”
A smaller glass cylinder slid into the tube before them, and the glass slid open. Gavin stepped inside and said “Bridge.” The glass slid shut and the lift shot upward.
“So,” Long Tail said. “Anyone fun joining us on board the ship this time?”
“How do you define fun?” Gavin asked.
Long Tail thought about it for a second. “Well, on the one hand,” Long Tail said, “I’d like someone I can hang with, you know. But on the other hand, I feel my shipboard experience would never be complete without some stuff-shirted stickler for rules that I can drive up the wall with various shenanigans.”
“You do realize that as captain, I cannot condone any ‘shenanigans.’”
“Well, yeah, but I know you too well. You’ll stick to the rules for a while, but you’ll crack eventually.”
Gavin rubbed his forehead. He tried to shake off Long Tail again, but the lizard still clung as if nothing happened. “Like I said. Demoted to auxiliary. That’s my fate.”
Long Tail picked a piece of lint off his own uniform and wiped it on Gavin’s. “Well, on the bright side, maybe they’ll make me captain to replace you.”
A square of light appeared at the top of the lift and it slowed to a stop. Gavin and Long Tail could see the bridge laid out before them. Before the glass slid open, Long Tail said “this is our stop,” and leaped off Gavin’s shoulder.
Gavin glanced at him, rolling his newly freed shoulder. “You’re not going to ride me onto the bridge, then?”
Long Tail smiled. “Nah,” he said. “We’ve got to have some level of decorum, right? Good luck in there, Captain.” Long Tail spun his tail and floated out onto the bridge. “Alright, look alive, everybody,” he said. “The captain is on the bridge. The captain is on the bridge.”
Gavin closed his eyes, and he collected his thoughts one more time. He straightened his posture and checked his uniform. With one last breath, he stepped out onto the bridge.
The bridge was a triangular room of cold gray metal, descending from the lift down five levels, like steps. On the bottom level, a man with dark, curly hair worked at five computer consoles, keeping the inner systems of the ship running. Between the third and fourth level down, a round white platform rose from the floor where the pilot sat at her console. Two more white platforms were built into alcoves on either side of the third level. Long Tail took his position in the alcove to the right, while the ship’s weapons officer stood in the opposite alcove. Two more officers, the combat and cultural officers respectively, sat facing the lift from the second level down, and Gavin’s first officer Aghri stood waiting beside the lift at the top.
            “Captain,” the first officer said. The officer was tall, at least a head or two above Gavin, and he wore a similar silver uniform. His head sat atop a long thin neck like a balloon on a string, and his face jutted forward like a monkey’s. His pointed ears twitched and shifted, bristling against his forest of thick, quill-like hair, the right ear torn and ragged with scar tissue. Gavin forced himself not to stare at it. The first officer straightened out his long, clawed fingers and placed his hand vertically against his chest in salute, bowing slightly. “We await your command.”
            Gavin nodded. “Thank you, Commander,” he said. He looked down at the officers now under his command. Six sets of eyes stared back. He couldn’t help but notice that many of them looked far more experienced than he. The combat officer studied him with her cold gray eyes, her gaze piercing right through him as if she could see his every inward doubt. The cultural officer’s watery gaze was more supportive and sympathetic, but still tinged with a shade of wariness. Aghri’s golden eyes remained flat, betraying no emotion at all. The computer officer had finally turned around, gazing up at Gavin through thick-rimmed glasses that displayed the images that had once been on his console screens. If Gavin squinted, he could just see the blue eyes of his cousin, James Garrison, forcing himself not to show any particular emotion. Gavin and James had talked briefly after they had both received their assignment, both agreeing that it was best that they remain professional during their service together. Gavin followed his lead and broke his gaze.
 Only the pilot gazed up at him with bright green eyes filled with hope and excitement. She looked about as young as Gavin himself, her face that of a fresh recruit just out of the academy, eager to receive her first orders from her first captain. Gavin sighed. Why couldn’t they all be like her, he wondered. That would make this all so much easier.

Finally, Gavin’s shift ended and he returned to the solitude of his own quarters. Or rather, that’s what he would have done if he hadn’t found Long Tail there, lounging on his bed while watching a space race on the opposing wall.
“What’s up,” the little lizard said as he came in.
Gavin stared at him for a second. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly. “What are you doing in here?”
“What does it look like I’m doing. Making sure my boy Maxes doesn’t let me down. I’ve got too many bets riding on him this season.”
Gavin shook his head. “First of all, as your captain, I’m not supposed to approve of gambling. Second of all, you’re not supposed to just hang out in your captain’s quarters like they’re your own.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Mine aren’t as nice as yours. Now, are you going to join me in the Maxes party, or are you going to stick with Ceriah like you always do.”
“She’s going to win this thing, you just watch.”
“Sure. You only support her because you’ve got a thing for her.”
Gavin rolled his eyes. “Now, if you don’t mind, I need to change.”
“I don’t mind,” Long Tail shrugged.
Gavin tapped a point on the wall and swiped the air between him and Long Tail. A wall materialized between them, splitting the room into two. At first, the wall was little more than a trick of light, but after a few seconds, it developed the same solid consistency as the walls to which it connected. For a minute or so, Gavin simply leaned against the door, smiling to himself. He stared at his ancestors’ pictures lining the wall opposite him, ending with his father, staring back at him with his mane of wild, brown hair and cocky grin. I did it, he thought to himself. I got through my first day as captain. He studied each image in succession, hoping they would all be proud of him.
Gavin stood and stepped across to his closet. He slipped off his coat and slacks, hanging them up carefully on their hooks, placing his badge and insignia on the shelf nearby. He tapped at the wall behind his uniform, which opened and pulled the uniform inside to be washed and pressed. Tapping the wall a few inches to the left, a set of fresh casual clothing popped out, including a white denicotton shirt and a pair of black pants. Gavin quickly got them on and checked his reflection in the mirror. His blue eyes looked back at him from the same young face he had seen earlier that day, but for a second, Gavin thought he might look a bit more mature now. But maybe that was just wishful thinking. He glanced back at his father’s picture. The same blue eyes, but shining out from a lined and weathered face, the face of one who knew combat, one who knew how to be a leader.
Gavin tapped the wall, dispelling it into thin air once again and re-opening the room. Long Tail still lounged on the bed, but he had moved over several feet, leaving enough space for Gavin to lay however he wanted. Gavin flopped down beside the lizard, for the moment no longer captain and communications officer, but the best friends they’d always been.
“Maxes winning?” he asked.
“Of course.”
“How’s Ceriah doing?”
“Hit an asteroid two laps back.”
Gavin cursed. “Fine, put me in on Maxes.”
“Nope, too late. My offer has already expired. Try again next time.”
“Really?” Gavin asked with a roll of his eyes.
“Of course. You’re a captain now. I have no reason to go easy on you anymore. Besides, as a captain, you’re not supposed to approve of gambling.”
Gavin slumped back on the bed. He watched the screen on the opposite wall, as a pair of racers sped neck-and-neck through an asteroid belt. One of them bore the blue-and-silver markings of Maxes Maxone. The other bore black-and-red markings that Gavin didn’t recognize. “Which belt today?”
“Earth’s.”
“Really? We’re that far along in the season already?”
“Gavin, come on, you really need to pay more attention to these things if you want to stand any chance against me.”
“Well, I’m sorry. I’ve been a little busy lately. Has Ceriah won any so far?”
Long Tail flipped casually through a small pad of paper in front of him. “She came in third once.”
“Great. How much am I set back?”
“Only thirty yorei. I guess that’s one advantage to not paying enough attention. As for me, if my boy Maxes pulls through I can be looking forward to a nice seventy-three coming my way.”
Gavin watched the screen for a minute. The race was nearly over, and it looked like Maxes was pulling ahead of his opponent. “I guess there’s no point to keep watching. I should get on those reports.” He got up and crossed to his desk. He sat down and typed up his report for command. Once he was finished, he tapped the tabletop, which projected an image of the document into the air before him. He looked it over, proofreading it for errors, then grabbed it with his fingers. A row of contacts appeared around the document, showing every member of the ship’s crew, his family, and some of his contacts at the station and the academy. With a flick of his wrist, he sent it flying toward the face of Admiral McLustiff.
The document gone, the contact images in the air reshuffled themselves to fill up the space. Gavin leaned back in his chair and watched the swirling images bounce around each other for a moment. He studied the faces of his new crew. First officer Aghri’s golden eyes gleamed at him, his damaged ear visible in the image. Gavin briefly wondered how he had received the wound. Pilot Nikola’s green eyes brimmed with the same youthful excitement she had had on the bridge, and Long Tail still wore his wide grin. Combat officer Qarian’s gray eyes still had their same piercing quality, but her face seemed softer in the image. And of course, James Garrison still wore his thick-rimmed glasses, but no images danced across them, allowing his blue eyes to shine through, fixing Gavin with a gaze of calculating intelligence.
Gavin smiled slightly. He remembered back when he and James were children, laying out in the heath in front of his aunt Jelly’s inn on Centauri IV, picking out constellations like Skywalker and Enterprise, and talk about the adventures they would have someday when they were old enough. He remembered how James would try to explain to him the exact distance between each star and how none of them were really in the order they seemed to be, but Gavin with his ten-year-old mind didn’t care. He daydreamed about zipping from the stars making up the constellation’s fingers to the star at the end of its laser blade so fast, the energy from his ship’s turbines would light up the sword the way it was supposed to. Then he’d fantasize about exploring planets made from the heads of giant spacemen and fighting alien parasites that preyed on unsuspecting miners. James would just roll his eyes and tussle his little cousin’s hair, telling him he’d been watching too many old movies.
Gavin’s eyes wandered to the few images of his family floating around the circle. He wanted to talk to them. He wanted to tell them all about his first mission as a captain. He wanted, well, he wanted confirmation that they were proud of him. He wanted to know, for sure, that he had finally made it into their ranks. But his father, mother, and Uncle Tyler were all surely busy, and James wasn’t supposed to be related to him right now. He tapped on the image of a smiling blonde woman with a round face and blue eyes as clear as his own.
“Oh, Aunt Jelly,” Long Tail said, settling down gently on Gavin’s shoulder. Gavin noticed that the wall displaying the race had gone blank. “You think it’s about dinnertime back on Centauri? I could go for some of her famous flassberry bobcakes right now.”
Gavin blushed. “No,” he said. “I wasn’t thinking about her food.” Though now that Gavin thought about it, he could feel his mouth starting to water imagining all the meals Jelly used to serve back at the inn. “I just wanted to talk to her, that’s all. Um, what happened with the race?”
“Oh, that? Maxes lost. Smacked right into an asteroid half a kilo out from the goal. Better luck next race, I guess.”
Gavin smiled. “Sorry, buddy. Do you really need some bobcakes to cheer you up?”
“I do,” Long Tail said, hanging his scaly head.
Gavin tapped Aunt Jelly’s face again. The image expanded to fill the screen, and a faint buzzing sounded from the desk. After a few seconds, the still image was replaced by the actual smiling face of the woman it depicted. Her expression broke into a glittering smile when she saw her favorite nephew and boarder staring back at her. “Gavin,” she said. “I was just thinking about calling you. And Long Tail, taking care of yourself?”
Long Tail lifted his head, his whole demeanor brightening. “Yes, Aunt Jelly.”
Gavin smiled. Seeing her face always managed to lift a burden from his shoulders. “Hi, Aunt Jelly,” he said. The smell of his aunt’s signature mashed potatoes with gravy and jaffa fruit wafted up from vents on his desk, sensors there duplicating the smells filling Jelly’s kitchen on the other end. He sniffed the air hungrily. “You are making dinner right now,” he said.
Aunt Jelly raised an eyebrow mischievously. “Smell it, can you?” Her boys both nodded eagerly. She held up a plate of the food in question. “As I recall, Gavin, you used to look forward to this every Sunday.”
Gavin licked his lips. Every bit of the plate looked as perfect as he remembered it being. Jelly watched Gavin’s face as he stared at the food, passing the plate through the air in front of his nose just to tease him. Gavin leaned forward, closing his eyes and letting the aroma wash over him. Long Tail licked his lips. Then, she looked down at it curiously. “Have you eaten yet?” she asked.
“No,” Gavin said, acting natural. “Not yet. I was planning on going down to the mess hall later.”
“You know,” she said. “I have plenty for the guests right now. Would you like this plate?”
Gavin was sorely tempted. He watched a trickle of brown gravy ooze across a particularly large jaffa. He could almost taste their flavors mixing in his mouth right now. He forced himself to shake his head. “No,” he said. “No. You don’t have to do that, Aunt Jelly. The ship’s got food. Long Tail could use a bobcake, though.”
“Nonsense,” Aunt Jelly said. “No amount of ship’s food can compete with my cooking, and you’ve earned it. Your first day as captain, and you expect me to just let you eat ship food. Now, I’m going to send you this plate, and Long Tail’s bobcakes,” She grabbed a pair of light green pastries from somewhere nearby and placed them beside the potatoes, “and you’re going to like it.”
Gavin smiled. He just couldn’t say no. “Alright,” he said.
Aunt Jelly grinned. Long Tail bounced on Gavin’s shoulder as she placed the food on a console out of sight before her and tapped at the air. A few seconds later, a red light flashed on Gavin’s table, telling him he had a delivery. The smell was gone. Gavin reached down and pulled a small panel off the bottom of his desk, which glowed a faint pink. He held it up to show his aunt. “Thanks, Aunt Jelly.”
“Mmm,” Long Tail said, grabbing the panel out of Gavin’s hand and rubbing it against his stomach.
Aunt Jelly smiled. “Now, your cousin tells me that you’ve completed your first mission as captain today.”
Gavin rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah, I guess,” he said.
“Well, honey,” she said, “That’s a big deal. You’re finally out there doing what you’ve always wanted. The whole family’s so proud.”
“Yeah,” Gavin blushed, smiling even wider. “How is everybody? Grandpa, Mom, Dad?”
“Oh, they’re all fine, sweetie. Grandpa’s just gone to bed. Getting a bit old, you know. But he was just tickled as a baby Cheqin when James told us. Your dad might see you at the station sometime. He’s there overseeing some change in protocol. Your mom’s on a reconnaissance mission to Raijou, but she’ll be back soon. And Uncle Tyler’s with your—”
“With my dad,” Gavin finished. Uncle Tyler had been Gavin’s father’s best friend in the academy and had served as his first officer in the war. Even to this day, they were nearly inseparable, almost as inseparable as Gavin himself and Long Tail. The only person who seemed capable of getting the two apart was Jelly herself.
“They’re both so proud of you, Gavin,” Aunt Jelly said.
Gavin smiled. “Yeah, I know,” he said.
Aunt Jelly glanced to her left for a second. “I have to go,” she said. “My tenants are getting hungry. Enjoy your food. I’m so proud of you both.”
“Yeah, okay,” Gavin said. “See you.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
“Bye, Aunt Jelly,” Long Tail said. “Thanks for the food.”
The image disappeared, leaving the room darker in its absence. Long Tail held up the small square panel in his claws. “Yes, yes, yes,” he said. “I can taste them now. Come on, let’s get down to the mess hall.” He held it up to his nose, sniffing it as if he could still smell it. Gavin tapped at his table to check the time. About right for dinner. Gavin was about to get to his feet when he notice a flashing red dot in one corner of the display.
“Hang on, Long Tail,” Gavin said. “Looks like we’ve got an assignment.”
Gavin tapped the dot and it brought up a breaking news item with an attached itinerary from High Command. Apparently, a city had been attacked on a planet a few systems over. Whatever it was seemed to be boasting serious firepower and had blown a hole in the city walls, killing one civilian. Authorities feared it had come from off-world, though they had detected nothing in the area. Judging by the map, Gavin figured it would take about a day to get to the planet from here. He tapped the itinerary and forwarded it to the auxiliary officer currently piloting the ship so that she could set a course.
“Guess we have something to do tomorrow,” he said to Long Tail. He eyed the panel Long Tail held. “In the meantime, I’m in the mood for some potatoes.”


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