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  “Thanks.”

  “No, thank you,” said Argo. “Any help at all is greatly appreciated.”

  Isaac took a sip of his coffee, relieved that they’d gotten that business out of the way. He had to admit, Argo didn’t seem like a bad guy. Passionate, certainly, and devoted to his cause, but not so overzealous as to be blinded to the concerns of others. Isaac had half expected him to get red in the face when he’d said he needed to get more information from another source, but instead, it seemed like he was forthright and honest.

  Can I trust this guy? Isaac wondered. There was only one way to find out.

  “There’s something else,” he said, setting his drink canister back down. “Something I was wondering if you could help us with.”

  “Oh?”

  “A couple of months ago, we came across a derelict station in the Far Outworlds. Our charts registered it as an isolated colony, but everyone on board was dead. We found a makeshift cyrotank, with what appears to be the station’s only survivor. We came here to find a way to thaw her. Do you know where we could find a mass cryothaw device, like the ones the first colonists used?”

  Argo frowned and scratched his chin. “Nothing comes immediately to mind. I know what you’re talking about, though. Plenty of the settlements in this star cluster were colonized in mass migrations, so they’d likely have that kind of equipment. The trouble is that most of that old infrastructure has been dismantled, so I don’t—wait, no. There’s one system that definitely has that sort of equipment, and it’s not too far from here.”

  Isaac’s heart leaped. “Really?”

  “Yeah. It’s the Colkhia system—Nova Colcha on some of the older charts. I was there about four months ago. The local defense forces had done an inventory of their equipment, and I remember one of those devices on the list.”

  “That’s great,” said Isaac. “Do you think they’d let us use it?”

  “Sure, just tell them I sent you. There is one problem, though.”

  “What’s that?”

  Argo took a deep breath, his gaze distant. “Colkhia is the last border system that the Imperials haven’t taken yet. It’s a little ways off the main corridor, but still very much in their sights. I think I would have heard about it by now if the system had fallen, but news doesn’t always travel quickly between stars. You might have a run-in with the Imperials if you go there.”

  “Is there any reason they’d see us as a threat?”

  He shrugged. “I suppose not. But if the system’s already fallen, the people probably won’t be in a position to help you. You might even see some fighting.”

  Some fighting, Isaac thought to himself. That was the last thing he wanted. Still, the war hadn’t really broken out yet, and Argo’s lead was the best they had so far. He thought of the girl, so serene in spite of the fact that all of her people were dead. The longer she stayed frozen in cryo, the stranger and more alien things would seem to her when she came out. She deserved to be thawed sooner rather than later.

  “Thanks,” he said. “I guess we’ll just have to get there before the Imperials do.”

  Argo grinned. “I like your way of thinking.”

  Just don’t tell my brother, Isaac thought as he took another sip. Through the skylight, the stars shone like the silent witnesses they always were.

  Contraband of War

  “Drive primed and coordinates set,” said Aaron as Isaac settled down in his chair. “Ready to jump when you are.”

  “Very well,” said Isaac. He double-checked the calculations and flipped the switch. The orange-yellow star that was their destination stood out amidst the deep space starfield. The bluish wisps of the Good Hope Nebula were barely visible off in the corner, the New Pleiades at their back. Through the bulkheads, the hum of the drives slowly grew.

  The final jump to the Colkhia system was only a tiny fraction of a light-year, but it was still enough to turn Isaac’s stomach. As the humming grew in pitch, he closed his eyes and clutched his armrests tightly until the sound died and the nausea passed.

  “Triangulating position,” said Aaron. “Sun, planet, and primary moon—we’re also getting readings from several local nav-buoys. Calculating orbital trajectory.”

  “Can you open a channel with the station?”

  “Hang on. It looks like we’re having trouble picking up a signal.”

  Isaac frowned. “What do you mean?”

  “It’s not on the—wait, what’s this? Incoming transmission, main channel.”

  “Put it on audio, and give me a sector scan on the main screen. The main settlement shouldn’t be far. I want to get a visual of that and anything else unusual in the sector.”

  “Got it. Connecting now.”

  Isaac gripped the flight stick as the metadata for the transmission scrolled across his primary screen. The sound of static met his ears, along with a man’s voice.

  “Attention unidentified starship, this is GIS Starfire. State your name and port of origin.”

  Stars of Earth—it’s the Imperials.

  Aaron turned to Isaac, a look of panic and confusion on his face. The voice had spoken in Gaian, and he couldn’t understand it. Isaac took a deep breath.

  “Uh, GIS Starfire, this is Isaac Deltana of the Medea. We are an Outworld starship, without any home port or base. We’ve come to Colkhia to—”

  “Medea, state your last three ports and declare your cargo. Assume a stable orbit as close to your current trajectory as possible and prepare to receive a docking party.”

  What’s going on? Isaac wondered, his heart pounding. The sector scan came up on the main screen, with the rocky, airless planet about ten thousand kilometers below them and half a dozen points with transponder flags attached to them. At a low planetary orbit, one of the points had a trajectory line that wrapped around in a large circle; its identifiers showed that it was the main station. But between the station and the Medea was another point, its shorter lines indicating a shifting course. The point turned into a small swarm of maybe ten points, several of them accelerating toward the Medea.

  “Medea, this is GIS Starfire. Do you copy? Declare your last three ports and cargo, or we will assume hostile intent.”

  “GIS Starfire, this is Isaac again. We have no hostile intentions. We’re just two star wanderers, here to conduct some trades. Our cargo consists mostly of synthetic fibers and finished leather goods. If you want, we can transmit a detailed manifest.” He turned to his brother. “Send them a copy of our cargo manifest,” he told him in Deltan.

  “Very well, Medea. Transmit your manifest and declare your last three ports.”

  SHOULD I DELETE THE INFORMATION ABOUT THE CRYOTANK FROM THE CARGO? Aaron typed in a text window on the main screen. Knowing him, it was more a declaration than a question. At least he had the sense not to say it aloud.

  “One second, Starfire,” said Isaac. His hands raced across the keyboard at his station.

  YES, BUT LET ME DO THE TALKING, he replied. WE CAN STILL TALK OUR WAY OUT OF THIS.

  Aaron looked like he wanted to say something, but with the transmission still live, now was not the time to discuss the particulars of their situation. Obviously, the Imperials had taken over. That would explain why the station was silent. If there was any resistance, the Imperials were probably busy putting it down. The thought made Isaac shudder, but he couldn’t afford to think about that now.

  “Our last three ports were Vulcana, Esperanzia, and, uh, Nova Minitak,” said Isaac. “Our trade ledgers should confirm this to you. Would you like us to transmit those as well?”

  “Negative, Medea. Prepare to receive a docking party to confirm the information you’ve sent. Over and out.”

  As the transmission cut, Aaron let out an exasperated breath and turned to face him. “What are we going to do? The Imperials are swarming all over the place! Have they taken over the system? If they have—”

  “Calm down, Aaron. It’s okay. They asked for our names, our cargo manifest, and our three
most recent ports of call. Right now, they’re sending over a docking party to check us out.”

  “But what are we going to do if they find the henna girl? If they learn that we met with Argo?”

  “Good point,” said Isaac, staring out the window at the nearly starless view. “Upload Argo’s identifiers to my wrist console and wipe it from all the ship’s data cores. As for the henna girl …”

  “Yeah?”

  He sighed. “There’s not much we can do but hope they don’t find her. She’s stowed securely in the back, right?”

  “As secure and hidden as I could make her.”

  “Good. With luck, they won’t even open our cargo hold—or if they do, they’ll only give it a cursory search. And even if they do find her, they don’t have any reason to interfere.”

  From the look on Aaron’s face, it was clear that he didn’t believe it for a second. Isaac found it a bit incredible, too, but he had to hold out some hope that they’d get out of this. With the vectors set for a high altitude capture orbit, he eased forward on the flight stick and began to bring the Medea around.

  “We should start recharging the jump drive,” said Aaron. “Get out of here as quickly as possible.”

  “Do we even have time? That docking party is coming in fast.”

  “At the rate they’re going, we have thirty minutes, maybe forty-five. Enough for a short jump.”

  “But that’ll barely get us more than a light-hour from our current position, at the risk of burning out our jump drives. The moment the Imperials locate us, they’ll come after us with everything they’ve got.”

  “We’ve got to get out of here, Isaac,” said Aaron, his voice nearly cracking with desperation. “If they take us into custody—”

  “They aren’t going to do anything to us,” Isaac said as firmly as he could manage. “But if it makes you feel better, start charging the jump drive anyway.”

  That seemed to appease him somewhat, though his cheeks were still pale. Isaac didn’t blame him for being worried, but that would have to change soon if they wanted to look as unsuspicious as possible. He smiled and put a hand on his brother’s arm.

  “Don’t worry. Everything’s going to be fine.”

  “Are you sure about that? Because if Mathusael and Argo are right, we’re walking right into the jaws of a lion.”

  I know, Isaac thought silently, and it’s my fault. He realized now that he should have listened to Argo’s warning about coming to this place. If the Imperials really had taken over, the conflict was advancing a lot faster than he’d thought. In just a few months, this whole sector of space could be a war zone.

  “I’ll make sure we get out of this all right,” he said. “I promise.”

  Out the forward window, the airless horizon of Colkhia IV came into view. A handful of tiny blue circles stood out amidst the dark gray rocks, the only signs of life, much less human settlement. They had the rigid symmetry of a corporate colony world—or strict adherence to the hierarchy of the Coreward Stars. Perhaps both. The sublight engines engaged, pushing them back in their seats as they gently accelerated into a capture orbit. On the main screen, the Imperial docking party shifted to intercept them.

  * * * * *

  Stay calm, Isaac thought as he waited by the airlock to greet the docking party. Through the bulkheads, the groaning of metal on metal announced that they’d docked. With Aaron in the cockpit, he would have to face the men alone—though with the nervous wreck his brother was right now, perhaps that wasn’t such a bad thing.

  The access panel blinked red, showing that the outer door had been opened. A moment later, the inner door hissed and slid slowly open, revealing a squad of six soldiers in light gray fatigues. They carried menacing assault rifles at the ready and wore thick body armor, giving their chests a barrel-like appearance. Their faces were as hard and cold as space ice, as if they expected someone to shoot at them at any moment.

  “Welcome to the Medea,” said Isaac, doing his best to smile. “My name’s Isaac Del—”

  “That’s enough,” said the lead soldier. He stepped forward with his partner, a young woman, and moved Isaac aside while the others boarded. Once the others were in, they patted him down, taking his wrist console—Isaac was glad he’d thought to turn it off, since only someone with the pass-code could get at the data inside. At the same time, the other soldiers started systematically checking every door and compartment in the ship.

  A balding middle-aged man in a crisp white uniform stepped on board, flanked by two more soldiers. He had a gaunt face and eyes that were sunk deep in their sockets, with a cybernetic headset attached to his right ear. He stood so tall that he had to duck as he stepped through the open doorway into the cabin. From the way he pursed his lips as he entered, it was clear he didn’t think highly of the place.

  “I take it you are the captain of this skiff,” he said, not quite facing Isaac head on. Something about the disapproving way he said it made Isaac swallow.

  “More or less, sir,” he said offering his hand. “The name is Isaac Deltana.”

  “So I’ve been told.” The officer’s hands remained firmly clasped behind his back. Rebuffed, Isaac pulled back his hand and hooked it nervously around his belt.

  “Hey!” said Aaron, pushing away the soldiers who escorted him from the cockpit. He clenched his fists as if ready to fight back. The Gaian officer raised an eyebrow.

  “Stay calm,” Isaac told him in Deltan. “Nothing’s happened yet. We’re still okay.”

  “Are you kidding? They’re ransacking our ship!”

  “Who is this man?” asked the officer. The soldiers escorted Aaron forcibly to the wall and pushed him up next to Isaac.

  “He’s my brother,” Isaac explained. “I left him in the cockpit to handle some, uh, navigational calculations.”

  “Since when do star wanderers travel in pairs?”

  With eight soldiers and the officer crammed onto the ship, it felt tighter than a vacuum pack. Isaac took a deep breath. In the narrow space, the claustrophobic sensation was almost overwhelming. He felt as if he were having trouble getting enough air—which wasn’t surprising since the Medea’s filters were only designed to handle three people, at most. If it had any effect on the officer, though, he certainly didn’t show it.

  “It’s, ah, complicated. We’re not from the New Pleiades—we’re from the Oriana Cluster. I was supposed to leave on this ship alone, but a famine forced our family to flee, and, well, since we had the space—”

  “Why did you come to the Colkhia system?”

  “J-just to make some trades, sir,” said Isaac, his sweat turning cold under the officer’s unyielding gaze. The frown on his face was unmoved.

  “What are they doing to our ship?” asked Aaron. All around them, the soldiers were going through compartments and poking their hands into any crevice or crack that looked like it might hold something. One of them had piled their clothes on the lower bunk and was systematically going through them.

  “Does your brother have a question?”

  “He, ah, wants to know if there’s a problem. We didn’t expect your men to go through our entire ship.”

  “A problem?” said the officer, raising his voice ever so slightly. “Perhaps you have a complaint about the way you’re being treated?”

  Yes. Yes, we do.

  “We’re just wondering if there’s anything we can do to help,” said Isaac. He swallowed his nervousness and smiled, hoping that would be enough to disarm the man. It wasn’t, but it did diffuse some of the tension from the situation.

  “That depends. It would be better to continue this conversation on board the Starfire.”

  He nodded to the two soldiers holding them against the wall and turned to the airlock. The soldiers motioned with their guns to follow him.

  “What the—where are they taking us?” said Aaron. “Are we leaving the ship? What’s going on?”

  “Just stay calm,” said Isaac, taking him by the arm. The soldiers
standing guard at the door fell in step, so that they had an escort both ahead of and behind them. Under the circumstances, he could see why Aaron was nervous. It seemed almost as if the Gaians were taking them prisoner.

  “We’ve got to stay on our ship. If they take us off—”

  “The officer wants to talk with us on his ship. So long as we comply, I think they’ll still let us off. It’s not like we’re in trouble.” Probably.

  “I just—I don’t like this.”

  “Neither do I,” said Isaac, “but we don’t have much of a choice now, do we? Just play along. We can still talk our way out of this.”

  Hopefully.

  They followed the officer through the airlock and onto the Gaian Imperial starship. The floors were slightly wider than the ceiling, and the corridor was spacious enough for four people to walk abreast, with rooms branching off on either side. The lights that ran along the ceiling were painfully bright, making Isaac squint as his eyes got used to them.

  The officer stopped at a heavy double door and input some sort of pass-code on the access panel. The doors clicked and slid slowly open, revealing a small room with nine barred hatches lined up along its walls. The air smelled slightly of ozone and electricity.

  Aaron’s face turned white. “They’re taking us prisoner! Isaac, we’ve got to get back to the ship!”

  He turned to run, but the soldiers grabbed him and forced him kicking and screaming into the nearest holding cell. Isaac’s stomach fell out from under him as he turned to face the Gaian officer.

  “I thought you said we were going to talk!”

  “We will,” said the officer as his men took Isaac by both arms. “Once we’ve determined that you aren’t a threat, we’ll be free to talk at your leisure. Until then, standard protocol demands that we hold you here.”

  The soldiers opened a cell and started to push him in. Across the room, the door slammed shut on his brother with a loud clang.