Pirate

Pirate

by

L.V. Lloyd

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This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Acknowledgements

Thank you to Soniador for the cover.

Thanks to Les Tucker, Michelle Rae and EJ Kellan

for your assistance with editing. Any errors are my own.

Chapter One

The space drive died between one heartbeat and the next, not even a cough or a death rattle to warn him. One moment they were on a slow but steady course to Aykut, the newly completed station above Isis, to take on much needed supplies, and the next they were simply drifting in open space.

Captain Nicholas Mars stared at the control panel in disbelief.

Fuck.

The engineer on Bast had sworn faithfully that he had fixed the problem, but evidently not well enough to keep the Megan flying for more than another week. If they got out of this he was going to go back and smear the man’s face over the wall of his repair hangar. True, the Megan was over thirty years old, but Mars had kept her going with careful handling and repairs that should have kept her spaceworthy for another five years at least. He frowned as he remembered the engineer had initially said something about needing a new space drive. He backtracked hastily though, when he realised the cost was way beyond Mars’ reach and instead offered guaranteed repairs, expensive certainly, but nothing like the cost of a new drive.

So here they were—Mars and his crew—drifting aimlessly in space, hundreds of thousands of kays from the nearest port.

And that was possibly not the worst of the bad news. Mars cast a fulminating eye over the display screen which continued to tell him that they were getting closer to the asteroid belt they had been skirting for the last hour. Even at their current, slow speed, with no ability to manoeuvre it would only be a matter of time before they crashed into a large rock. Not the way he wanted to end his career.

It would be humiliating, but he could see no way out. He’d have to call for help.

He was just reluctantly reaching toward the console unit, which was still operating, fortunately, when a message flashed across the screen.

"Attention. This is the Patrol ship Ebano. Are you in need of assistance? Over."

Mars hesitated for a moment before replying. What were the chances of another vessel being out here at the same time, let alone a Patrol ship? How could he be certain the vessel really was a Patrol ship? This was a largely uncharted area of space and he knew that pirates were a real and present risk for travellers. Still, what choice did he have?

"This is the Megan, he replied. We have a mechanical problem and would be grateful for your assistance, Ebano. Over." Better not tell the other ship they were completely helpless, just in case.

The Ebano appeared on the display screen, a beautiful sleek craft made of sheer black metal that looked to be the latest model out of the workshops on Capella. Mars stared hungrily at it. Now that was a ship! It didn’t look like a regular Patrol vessel—perhaps he should take precautions. He gestured silently to his second in command. There was no need to give orders—Nowak knew what he had to do.

Mars kept in contact with the pilot of the other ship, relaying instructions to the crewmen at the docking bay. He felt a slight jolt as the Ebano docked and only a few minutes later, he heard strangers’ voices over the com unit.

This way, sirs, Nowak’s deep voice was easily identifiable. I’ll take you to Captain Mars in the control room. Would it be possible for our medics to visit your ship’s infirmary while we sort this out? We are short on a few supplies.

Quickly Mars brought up the visual. He saw the tall young man from the Ebano glance at the medic’s uniformed figure, hovering hopefully behind Nowak. A lad who scarcely looked old enough to be a crewman, was with him.

I’m Medic Andrews, sir, and this is my assistant, Torin. I’d really appreciate a chance to stock up with some more anti-viral medicines.

Of course, agreed the crewman, politely. He turned to one of the two men at his shoulder. Saito? Escort the medics please, to the infirmary.

Saito disappeared back into his ship, accompanied by Andrews and his assistant, while Nowak led the two remaining Ebano men out of the docking bay toward the control room.

The pirates attacked first, without warning.

One moment everyone was engaged in polite conversation as they walked along; the next, the ship’s passageways were filling with knockout gas. There was no chance to sound an alarm. The Patrol man barely had time to register that his companions were suddenly wearing masks before he fell unconscious to the floor. Other men wearing masks streamed in through the open hatch and swept through the ship, efficiently checking each room and disarming any man not fully overtaken by the gas. In less than half an hour, the Patrol men were all securely placed in the Megan’s hold, deprived of wristcoms and weapons which had all been transferred to the Ebano.

Two of the pirates dragged the Patrol captain forward and sprayed a quick shot of antidote under his nose. They held him upright between them, his hands bound behind his back, to face their leader.

The pirate leader smiled, unsuccessfully attempting to hide his triumph. Sorry about this, Captain. I’ll leave you somewhere safe until we are clear, then I’ll let the Patrol know where to find you.

The captain shook his head, trying to get his brain working again. He couldn’t believe they’d been duped so easily. He glared at the small, arrogant man in front of him. The pirate had long black hair, tied with what looked like a bow, for gods’ sake, at the back, sparkling blue eyes, and dimples of all things, in his cheeks. The captain loathed him on sight.

My men! What have you done with them?

They’re fine. If you turn around, you’ll see them all on the floor behind you.

The Captain turned, and sure enough, all twenty of his crew were piled up on the floor behind him. None of them were moving.

Bastard! I’ll kill you for this!

The pirates’ leader smiled even more offensively. You’ll have to catch me first! Come on—you’ve got food and water. A couple of days at the most and you’ll be home safe. What have you got to complain about?

The captain’s face was red with rage. How do I know you’ll keep your word to give our location to the Patrol? You could just leave us out here to die.

The smaller man cast a thoughtful eye over the men on the floor. I’ll take that one with me as a... a liaison, a hostage-liaison, he said, gesturing to a good-looking young man with blond hair. Immediately a large man waded in, hoisted him up onto one beefy shoulder and carried him out to present to his leader, rather as a dog might have retrieved a stick.

The captain stared after him in angry confusion. What on Earth are you doing with Janssen?

Taking him with us. To the captain’s astonishment, the pirate took off his own wristcom and tossed it in the nearby disposal unit. There. If you don’t use that unit again, the Patrol will be able to track you from the ID on that ‘com. We’ll drop Janssen off somewhere safe and, if he’s nice to me, he winked broadly, I’ll tell him the identification code so the Patrol can come and get you.

And with that, the pirates left, taking Janssen with them and ignoring the shocked, furious pleas from the captain. I’ll kill you if it’s the last thing I do! he shouted finally, the words echoing in the suddenly empty room.

Nicholas Mars couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as he sat in the control seat of the Ebano. A beautiful new ship, a beautiful new young man—maybe he’d been wrong, maybe today was his lucky day!

Chapter Two

(Two years later)

Lieutenant Liam Connell stared at his boss, his face a picture of horrified disbelief. "You want me to do what?"

I want you to go undercover and trap Mars for me, for the Patrol I mean, Major Rice repeated in as reasonable a voice as he could manage.

But sir, you know what he does to the men he captures! Connell was protesting, a red blush staining his cheeks. "What if he wanted to... to do that to me?"

Major Rice surveyed the young officer in front of him, satisfied he had made the right choice. With his youthful good looks, reddish blond hair, and light blue eyes, Connell was just the man to appeal to the pirate leader and hopefully slip under his guard. If everything went to plan he’d have Mars behind bars in a couple of months. He smiled involuntarily at the rhyme. Haha, that was a good one, Mars behind bars, he’d have to remember that.

Now all he had to do was persuade Connell. The young man was proving unexpectedly resistant to the idea. He admitted that he had hoped, from his looks and rather slight build that he was... hmm, apparently not. He frowned impatiently, Connell was an experienced undercover operative for gods’ sake. Surely he was used to doing things he would otherwise feel uncomfortable with as part of his cover. Rice eased back a fraction; he didn’t want to scare Connell into a flat refusal which would be awkward for both of them.

"I’m sure you can look after yourself. I don’t care how you get on board, whether you’re a hostage or not. In fact, if you can manage to get taken on as part of the crew, that would work just as well. The main point is that you get yourself in a position to find the location of his hideout. Two years he’s been hiding from us and every time we get near, he disappears into that asteroid belt. I’m certain he has at least one base in there, possibly more. That would explain how he manages to disappear