Galactic Vigilante (Vigilante Series 3) by T. Jackson King Page B
Authors: T. Jackson King
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planet Megil, they would be ignored since the naval base commandant had been bribed handsomely to tolerate the genome slaver get-together. Besides, the Anarchate would be looking for a single starship gravity wave pulse that suddenly appeared near a naval shipyard, admin HQ or land troop training base. Such a single ship signal might mean Matt coming to call. She smiled to herself. Little did the Anarchate know that today Matt would come calling with eight T’Chak Dreadnoughts!
“Hi there Suzanne,” spoke Eliana in her mind as her ship-sister completed her own checkout of the hundreds of systems that actually operated a two-kilometer long starship. “You ready for this?”
Was she? Suzanne had not done violence since she had demolished the two young men who’d tried to rape her, years ago. It made for a civilized life. But now that she had shared Eliana’s memory of Matt’s time when he worked as a cloneslave decanter in the Flesh Markets of Alkalurops on Megil, well, intentional violence seemed the only way to end an evil practice protected by an evil system that was two million years old. “Yes, ship-sister, I am ready. Have you had Altuna produce backup charges of antimatter for your six AM cannons?”
The mind image of Eliana laughed. Long black hair framed a chalk-white face filled with iridescent green eyes. “Of course. Just as you have had Lorelei produce similar backups. I’ve even popped out a hundred directed energy domes on my ship’s back and sides. Makes me feel . . . itchy.”
Suzanne smiled broadly. “I know! I feel the same! And when the flat Alcubierre screens wrap me up on the sides, top, bottom, front and rear, well, I feel cut off from everything. Except for your mind, which cannot help thinking about that hot kiss Matt gave you before we left the Bogean Harmony space!”
Eliana’s mood changed from light-hearted to more serious, as if she were adjusting the wavelength of an electron beam microscope. “Well, I had to see him in person. To make sure that Mata Hari had properly prepared the retroviral truck for the antiviral that would kill the slow virus. Right?”
“Right, my sister.” Suzanne knew Eliana missed her Matthew just as much as she missed her own George. He of the weight-lifter body that surrounded a mind focused on honor, duty and an outdoor playfulness that she cherished, having spent so much time surrounded by vacuum. “Shall we journey to Matt’s location and prepare to take our fight to the heart of the genome slavers?”
“Yes,” said Eliana in her mind, the fullness of her personality feeling as if she sat beside Suzanne in the Interlock Pit. She suspected Eliana felt similarly comforted by the company of Suzanne’s mind.
The two of them moved their ships in perfect harmony across the intervening light seconds, ready to become part of the Hexagon Prime fleet that would shortly Translate again to the central point around which the genome slaver starships would arrive. She looked forward to the shocked reaction when their eight ships dropped their perfect stealth camouflage. Then sadness overtook her as she realized that if they destroyed three hundred genome slaver starships, it meant several thousand beings would die. Biting her lip and telling herself that those beings were responsible for the enslavement of tens of thousands of cloneslaves, she became one with her ship, with Lorelei the AI and with the mission to free the galaxy of the twin evils of cloneslavery and bondservitude.
Matt entered the rendezvous space for the genome slavers in ocean-time , his mind and senses operating in millisecond intervals or faster, depending on the action to be taken. With a PET image-thought to Mata Hari his ship dispersed thousands of tiny Seek-Identify sensors, tachRemotes, nanoRemotes, holo decoys, Spy Eye remotes, nanoBit sensors and limpet complinks for taking over any shipboard CPU that could be reached before, during and after battle. The tachRemotes were
“Hi there Suzanne,” spoke Eliana in her mind as her ship-sister completed her own checkout of the hundreds of systems that actually operated a two-kilometer long starship. “You ready for this?”
Was she? Suzanne had not done violence since she had demolished the two young men who’d tried to rape her, years ago. It made for a civilized life. But now that she had shared Eliana’s memory of Matt’s time when he worked as a cloneslave decanter in the Flesh Markets of Alkalurops on Megil, well, intentional violence seemed the only way to end an evil practice protected by an evil system that was two million years old. “Yes, ship-sister, I am ready. Have you had Altuna produce backup charges of antimatter for your six AM cannons?”
The mind image of Eliana laughed. Long black hair framed a chalk-white face filled with iridescent green eyes. “Of course. Just as you have had Lorelei produce similar backups. I’ve even popped out a hundred directed energy domes on my ship’s back and sides. Makes me feel . . . itchy.”
Suzanne smiled broadly. “I know! I feel the same! And when the flat Alcubierre screens wrap me up on the sides, top, bottom, front and rear, well, I feel cut off from everything. Except for your mind, which cannot help thinking about that hot kiss Matt gave you before we left the Bogean Harmony space!”
Eliana’s mood changed from light-hearted to more serious, as if she were adjusting the wavelength of an electron beam microscope. “Well, I had to see him in person. To make sure that Mata Hari had properly prepared the retroviral truck for the antiviral that would kill the slow virus. Right?”
“Right, my sister.” Suzanne knew Eliana missed her Matthew just as much as she missed her own George. He of the weight-lifter body that surrounded a mind focused on honor, duty and an outdoor playfulness that she cherished, having spent so much time surrounded by vacuum. “Shall we journey to Matt’s location and prepare to take our fight to the heart of the genome slavers?”
“Yes,” said Eliana in her mind, the fullness of her personality feeling as if she sat beside Suzanne in the Interlock Pit. She suspected Eliana felt similarly comforted by the company of Suzanne’s mind.
The two of them moved their ships in perfect harmony across the intervening light seconds, ready to become part of the Hexagon Prime fleet that would shortly Translate again to the central point around which the genome slaver starships would arrive. She looked forward to the shocked reaction when their eight ships dropped their perfect stealth camouflage. Then sadness overtook her as she realized that if they destroyed three hundred genome slaver starships, it meant several thousand beings would die. Biting her lip and telling herself that those beings were responsible for the enslavement of tens of thousands of cloneslaves, she became one with her ship, with Lorelei the AI and with the mission to free the galaxy of the twin evils of cloneslavery and bondservitude.
Matt entered the rendezvous space for the genome slavers in ocean-time , his mind and senses operating in millisecond intervals or faster, depending on the action to be taken. With a PET image-thought to Mata Hari his ship dispersed thousands of tiny Seek-Identify sensors, tachRemotes, nanoRemotes, holo decoys, Spy Eye remotes, nanoBit sensors and limpet complinks for taking over any shipboard CPU that could be reached before, during and after battle. The tachRemotes were
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