Common sense said the pirate vessel
blockading the colony world Sorendaal wouldn’t be very impressed to know he was
on board the Stellar Peace. Not unless they wanted him to do some weapons
research for them.
“Getting a signal,” the
communications officer said. He sounded surprised.
Darrak didn’t turn to look at the
man. He could tell by the rank, salty damp odor that the man had ruined his
uniform with nervous sweat. If he had been part of the military instead of a
volunteer for a semi-suicidal peace mission, he would have been booted from the
service. Fortunately – or unfortunately, depending on the viewpoint – this
wasn’t the military. Darrak hoped he never saw any military belonging to the
Central Allied Worlds, because they were the enemy.
Ironic, considering that the pirate
crew that effectively blockaded Sorendaal from the rest of the universe was
high on the list of preferred allies in this battle to hold civilization
together. It just proved how turned around and inside out everything had
become, when the government he once served was the enemy and the pirates that
had claimed control of this colony world presented the best chance of stability
and safety.
“Stellar Peace, this is the Nova
Vendetta. We have received your signal,” a woman said. “Why should we
believe a word you say?”
“Can’t be,” Captain Marker
whispered, and turned in his command chair to lock gazes with Darrak.
“Wrong, captain,” the woman said. “This is the Nova Vendetta. We are not a ghost ship, as we will prove if you give us any reason to believe you’re here to cause trouble.”
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