Chapter 6

 

     The way was rocky, but Jessica and Sean were able to pick their way through until they saw the lights of the mining operations. They crouched atop a bluff and peered down at the men and machinery moving below. Moving along the top of the bluff, they made it about halfway around the danger when they met the end of the bluff. To their left lay the impassable slopes of a high mountain, and the men and machines lay to their right.

     "Looks like we're going to have to go through the operation. If we stay along the edge, they probably won't see us," Sean informed Jessica. The two slid quietly down the slope and began to sneak past. As they passed, they spotted men cutting through raw azurestone with fusion cutters blazing. The thin, green beam of energy cut deep into the rock as sparks flew in profusion. They heard a heavy rumble as the headlights of a large, tracked vehicle came lumbering towards them. It consisted of a small cab set at the front middle, and the rest was just a huge metal bucket. It was filled to the rim with glowing azurestone. Jessica and Sean ducked to the side just as the lights swept over their area. They ran right up to the tracks of the vehicle and stayed alongside it until they believed that it was safe to go on around. They sneaked in behind it and ran on their way. The vehicle continued towards the pirate's schooner parked nearby, its cargo holds being loaded with the azurestone. This large space faring vessel was about the length of a soccer field and as tall as a two-story building. They soon cleared the noise and lights of the pirate's illegal mining operation.

     "We're going to have to go back around near the east side of the base where I left my skiff," Sean said.

     "Well, I hope you landed it very far away from the camp," Jessica noted.

     "Don't worry, I did. If we stay low long enough to reach it, I can assure you that you will never see those pirates again."

     "You'd better make good on your promise, Mr. Macho or I'll have your head." Sean could tell that Jessica was just joking. He smiled with her and they continued on their way.

     They had been running for thirty minutes when they came to another rocky area where they walked along a cliff face. "Okay I left the skiff just around-" Sean heard it first and then Jessica heard it too: voices of several men just around the corner. They carefully looked around and spotted five armed pirates and a landed hoverjet right beside Sean's skiff. Jessica looked at Sean with frightened eyes and Sean reciprocated with a look of bewilderment.

     "Where in the world did this skiff come from?" spoke one pirate. Jessica recognized this voice as the lieutenant's. She cringed in unpleasant remembrance and disgust.

     "It doesn't have any insignia," noted another.

     "We'd better report this to Boss. Morton! You and Roger fly this skiff back to the camp. Let's get going, pronto!" Three of the pirates climbed into the hoverjet, and the two other pirates climbed into the skiff. They began to lift off. Jessica and Sean ducked back behind the cliff face.

     "I don't believe it!" Sean exclaimed. "We're a good two-thirds of a mile away from the camp! I'm sorry Jessica, I lost us our ride."

     "You couldn't have prevented it," assured Jessica. "We need to focus on the task at hand, which would be getting out of here as fast as possible. Wouldn't you say? They could find out that I'm gone any minute now."

     "Right." Sean regained his composure.

     "We need to try to get to my brother. He needs our help the most."

     "Your brother is out here too? Where?"

     "When our hoverjet was downed in the storm, Norman broke his leg. I left him in a cave far north of the camp. It's on the way."

     "Then let's go!" Jessica calculated the correct direction, and then both kids continued to run, with all their strength into the night.

     Back at the camp, the scouts had reported their finding to Boss. "Looks like we may have a snooper around or perhaps a rescue party," he said to Simon. "Get the men together and every available craft. Go search within a mile of the entire base and find our uninvited quests. Arm yourselves, they may have weapons." The men hurried to obey. Boss then turned back to his work.

     "Holocomm is going to be in a lot of trouble if we find out that they attempted a rescue," Boss said to himself.

    

     Both being athletically inclined, Jessica and Sean ran briskly across the plain for an hour, not daring to stop for a rest for fear of being found. At length Jessica spoke up.   

     "Sean. I haven't seen or heard any signs of pursuit. They may not have found the unconscious guards yet. We need to rest find a place to rest eventually, if we're going to have enough energy to get back to BC3 before they find us."

     "But in the daylight, we'll be spotted for sure. We'll have to hide during the day and only move at night, dawn or dusk. We should keep on going until twelve o'clock at least," Sean countered.

     Eventually, while they walked alongside a small bluff, the two had to slow to a fast walk as fatigue hit them hard. Finally Sean looked at his watch that read "12:13 AM". Sean stared up wearily at the bluff, looking for some place to hide and rest. He soon discovered an enclave a few feet up the face of the rocks. It appeared to go a little ways into the formation with plenty of overhanging rock to conceal them. He and Jessica climbed it and sat there, panting. As soon as Jessica was able to speak, she inquired of her rescuer, "Want to tell me your story now, Sean?" she asked him. Sean nodded in acknowledgment, lay back and took a deep breath.

     "Um…okay, well I was on my way to my cousin's at BC4 when the storm struck. I tried to fly away from the storm until it overtook me. I was forced to take refuge in an azurestone-rich ravine where I waited out the storm. Since I was going in the same general direction as you and Norman, I noticed somebody, you, out as well. I watched them fly into the storm just before they faded from view. So after I was able to take off again I went to investigate. After several hours I saw somebody getting picked up by azurestone pirates. I could tell it was a girl but I didn't know who it was. I masked my PWLS signature, an old trick I learned from my ex-military mechanic uncle, and followed them to the camp. Sorry it took me so long to get to you. As I followed far behind, I didn't see exactly where they had taken you in the camp so it took me a while to find a supposedly safe place to land and locate your cell. Plus, the cover of darkness helped a lot."

     "So I guess you're sort of an 'accidental' hero, huh?"

     "Yeah…I guess you could say that." There was no moon out that night but the stars were bright and the sky was clear. Sean noticed, with a start, the two cuts on Jessica's left cheek, the blood that covered them, now dry. "Yikes!" he exclaimed. "What did they do to you?" Jessica put a hand to her cheek and abruptly remembered her wounds.

     "Oh…they said that Holocomm was not 'cooperating' in the negotiations for my release and they wanted to give Holocomm something to think about. So they beat me and showed my bruises to my parents, the Holocomm officials and everyone else."

     "Animals!" Sean was horrified. "Here. This will help." He reached into his backpack and brought out a packet of disinfectant napkins. He lifted one up near Jessica's face. "May I?" he inquired. Jessica nodded approval and Sean proceeded to wipe the dried blood from her cheek. Jessica flinched at the slight sting but then the anesthetic in the napkin began to take affect. Sean gently wiped the blood away and instructed her to hold the napkin against her cheek for three minutes.

     "Thank you," Jessica said, smiling gratefully. They sat quietly there for a moment or two, and then Jessica spoke up. “This has been a tough time, Sean. Hasn’t it?” she commented. Sean nodded. “Do you think that we are well hidden in this place?

     “This may be the only choice for several miles,” Sean answered. “The overhanging rocks provide very good cover, as far as rock faces go.”    

     “Yeah, you’re right…I am a little worried about waiting here, but we do have to rest.”

     “I think we’ll be alright.”

     “You know, you’ve been very courageous, you didn’t have to come after me and Norman but you did, it was self sacrificing…you know?” Jessica cocked her head slightly to one side and tried to meet Sean’s eye. Sean smiled a little sheepishly but didn’t make eye contact.

     “Maybe I get it from my uncle. They say that I take after him in many ways. Now my uncle, he has courage."

     “Oh yes your uncle, the pilot. Tell me more about your uncle, what is he like?” Sean started to feel a little but more comfortable and his face brightened as he began to open up to his new friend. “My uncle is a pilot as well as a mechanic. He used to work for Earth’s air force but he’s retired now. He’s taught me so many things besides how to mask engine signatures. He’s also one of the godliest men I know. Most of the Christian religious beliefs that I currently hold I got from him. He taught me never to let go of my dreams and to never forget the one who gave them to me, God; taught me to believe that ‘he is wherever you are.’

     Once during a training mission—he always wanted to help out and be a friend to the new recruits any way he could; ‘everybody deserves a lift once in a while’ he always said—a transport full of paratroopers was struck by a miss-fired missile while flying at low altitude and crashed in a dense grove of trees. Without hesitation, my uncle, with the hoverjet that he was piloting, flew into the tress to try to save the troopers from the wreckage. It was a very dangerous maneuver, taking a hoverjet into a grove of trees like that. He truly risked his life in doing so. My uncle managed to find a spot and land safely. He dashed into the burning hull of the transport and one by one, pulled each man to safety. He repeatedly braved the smoke and flames to save all of them, receiving severe burns in the process. He was able to call for an emergency airlift before he passed out from the pain. Help quickly arrived and my uncle was rushed to the air force hospital. Later he was overjoyed to hear that all of the crash victims survived. ‘I knew what I had to do, I didn’t care about the flames,’ he said after the incident. I was utterly amazed and supper proud of my uncle after that and have always been since. He received Earth’s most prestigious medal for bravery and the Purple Heart for his actions. The general who awarded him the medal said that it was the first act of true courage that he had seen in many years.”

     “That is truly amazing Sean,” Jessica exclaimed. Have you ever told that story to anybody back at BC3?”

     “Well…actually no. No I haven’t.”

     “I think you should, Sean. You definitely have something of great value to tell.”

     “Hmm…maybe you’re right.”

     “You don’t really talk much to people at school, do you?”

     “No, not really.”

     “Speaking of which, how's school been for you lately, Sean? Do you mind telling me?"

     "Not at all. I’ve been doing just fine. I'm really enjoying this year. I've come much closer to the friends that I made last year and my grades have risen dramatically."

     "This is your second year. Have you gotten into the swing of things yet? I know it must be hard to arrive from a place so different as Earth, where you've lived all your life, and then coming to planet as remote as Azura. How'd your parents come to work for Holocomm?"

     "My uncle's family has already lived here for several years, and my dad has always wanted to live near him. He's the only brother my dad has.”

     “Oh you’re uncle lives on Azura? Why don’t you introduce him to me some time?”

     “I most certainly will.”

     “I’ll look forward to that.”

     “Anyway, when my grandfather died, my dad inherited a large sum of money and was able to travel here to live. I like it here- even though it is different. For one thing, one has a lot more space to move around. I've always loved the great outdoors. Little of the everyday technology from Earth has made it here. It's much more rustic, serene."

     "I concur on that one."

     "What about you? How has life treated you, Jessica?”

     "I'm managing. I've lived here since I was five years old. Azura is more home to me than Earth. I do like going to Earth, occasionally. There are lots of cool things there too, but my heart is in Azura. Up till this recent incident, though, I haven't seen quite this much of the Azuran countryside before. I've been pleasantly and unpleasantly surprised more than once throughout this excursion. My perspective has widened quite a bit as a result. I'm seeing sides of certain issues that I haven't noticed before. It's enlightening." Sean yawned inadvertently as Jessica finished speaking.

     "We should probably try to get some sleep tonight so that we will be more invigorated for the rest of our flight. Do you agree?"

     "As much as I am reluctant to stop so soon, I'd have to say that you're right."

     "Don't worry, though. I know my place. I'll just move a little upwards and take the other side of this rock wall. Do you still have the rifle?"

     "Yes."

     "Okay, as long as we have these rifles we should be relatively safe, apart. Good night…or good morning, rather." Sean disappeared behind their enclave. This midnight seemed especially cold to Jessica. The wind was blowing harshly as it rustled the grass. She spotted a lone negiar directly below her. It didn't seem to have caught her scent at this time. She then noticed that the negiar was not alone. Just under it stood a small negiar peeking out across the landscape. It was obviously a mother and young pair. Jessica watched as the mother shielded her young from the violent winds, the thick fur across her shoulders being tossed in every direction.

 

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     It was five o'clock in the morning at Base Camp 3 where the staff and others had been waiting all night. The pirates had jammed their frequency so that the operators were unable to contact them. Peter and Carol had, under recommendation, gone to bed for several hours, but were promptly back in the communications room as soon as possible. Here they had waited until the hour of the morning presently described. "Why will they not let us talk to them?" Carol asked agitatedly.

     "Probably for the same reason that you haven't been in here lately," Kelly tried to console her. "Sleep. Everybody needs it, Even the pirates; although most of us haven't been that fortunate." Kelly observed one of the communications operators yawning heavily. "You'll be glad to know that I have used this time to talk with my advisor and with Holocomm and I have been allowed much more freedom in negotiating with the pirates. And Holocomm has told me not to contact the pirates until they can send a Special Operations Team over to support us."

     "Commandos!" Carol exclaimed. "They'll kill her. You know that the azurestone pirates have been known to kill prisoners during rescue attempts!"

     "Don't worry, Mrs. McKinley. We won't use them unless we absolutely have too. It probably won't come to that but if they severely abuse your daughter again then we may have no choice. We don't know what they may be capable of. They may have become overly careless from having such a valuable prisoner. Just hold on; we'll resolve this situation soon. If we do send them in, these commandoes have had years of special training in hostage rescue operations; they’ll do their job well. The pirates won’t know what hit them."

     "Why all the trouble? Why don't we just give them what they want?"

     "Because of the pirate's claim that someone had tampered with our databases, there is reason to believe that the culprit is still at large. We're trying to stall for time, because once we give them the ransom, the culprit, whom most likely has a share in the profits, will probably flee the planet. There are many obscure places to hide in this solar system, so if the culprit escapes, we may never find him. We are looking it to it right now and we may have a lead. Isn’t that right Mr. Commissioner?” The Commissioner, who had been staring absently at the ceiling while Carol and Kelly were talking, was slightly startled by Kelly’s voice but he turned his attention back to his surroundings and sat down with the other Holocomm officials. He voiced support for Kelly's explanation.

     Carol fell silent and continued to wait. By her paleness, Kelly could tell that she was obviously not well. Peter had placed an arm around Carol to try to comfort her. Kelly decided to make a suggestion.

     "Mrs. McKinley seems terribly shaken up by this entire thing," she observed. "Do you care to join me in the back room for a little talk, Mrs. McKinley?" Carol looked at Peter for approval. Understanding that the two women needed to be alone for a little while, he moved over so that she could get up and follow the minister. Kelly took Carol's hand and they left together. At length, they returned and Carol sat down beside Peter again. He didn't know what Kelly had said to her in that back room, but he did notice that his wife was looking much better and that was enough for him.

     "Are you alright now?" he asked her.

     "Yes," she said smiling. Peter noticed that this was the first time she had smiled during the entire ordeal. Presently, the main operator spoke up.

     "We're receiving a message from the pirates, Minister," he said. Both Peter and Carol became grave again as everybody flocked to the main monitor. Boss was the first one to meet their eyes. "Are you ready to talk again?" he asked grumpily.

     "Yes we are, Mr. Boss," replied Kelly.

     "Just to show you that we are still dead serious, perhaps you would like to see that the prisoner still bears the wounds of your obstinacy. Bring her out." A privateer was dispatched to retrieve Jessica. Boss sat there with a confident smirk. Soon the privateer rushed back into the building. He leaned over and whispered something in Boss's ear. The smirk rapidly disappeared and was replaced with a grimace. "Hold on a moment!" The screen went to standby. Boss turned to the privateer. "The prisoner is gone? How? When?"

     "I don't know, sir," the privateer tried to exonerate himself. "The guards are out cold and their rifles were gone. Sir, it looks like they were drinking."

     "What? Drinking on the job! How many times have I told…I ought to kill them! They went and drank themselves silly! Too bad I need all the men I can get. Wake them up! I'm coming down!" Boss, Clinch, and two other men approached the two bodies sprawled upon the ground. One of the men threw a bucket of water on Krock and Bubba, who awoke suddenly.

     "WHAT THE DEVIL WERE YOU THINKING?" Boss yelled as he jerked Bubba to his feet by the collar of his shirt. Still sluggish, Bubba tried to make sense of his surroundings.

     "Wha…?" he said lethargically.

     "Hopeless!" Boss cast him to the ground and stepped over to Krock, whom Clinch had already brought to his feet.

     "What happened, Krock?" Boss grabbed his collar and stared him fiercely in the eyes. Krock blinked in the rising sunlight. "Well!"

     "Somebody hit me."

     "Yeah Bubba did, apparently, and you did the same to him. You were both intoxicated!"

     "No, there was someone else."

     "Maybe it was the ghost of your poor granny come back from the dead!" Boss mocked.

     "No really! After I hit Bubba, I turned around someone hit me. I swear it! Looked like an adult but I couldn't tell, it happened so fast… Hey! Harvey was acting real funny last night. He was be'n really nice to the prisoner, real nice. I think he has a thing for her."

     "When did this take place?"

     "The last time I checked my watch, it was about eight or nine o'clock."

     "Hmm…Harvey was off duty at that time. And Harvey did object to the prisoner's beating. Very well, call him here!" One of the other men went to get Harvey and brought him before Boss.

     "What is it, Boss?" he inquired.

     "My men think you were involved in the escape of the prisoner."

     "She escaped? When?"

     "You know!" Krock broke in. "You helped your little friend escape and we're out of a ransom!"

     "I don't know what you're talking about." Harvey was completely calm.

     "You were off duty at nine o'clock last night, were you not?"

     "Yes, I believe so."

     "And you were strongly against the treatment of the prisoner, were you not?"

     "I objected a bit to the method but as long as we got our dough, I don't really care. Furthermore, everybody knew where I was at that time, anyway."

     "I don' think so. I didn't know where you were. Hey boys!" he called to the other pirates who had gathered around to watch the spectacle. "Did any of you know where Harvey was at nine o'clock last night?" The pirates all looked at each other, shaking their heads. "No." "Nope." "Can't say I did," went around the circle.

     "I was at the café from eight thirty until I went to bed. Morton knows when I went to bed; he's my roommate. Don't you, Mort?" Morton nodded. "I guarantee you that Phil can testify to my being at the café."

     "Where is Phil?" Boss asked, looking around the group. "Someone bring Phil over here!" Soon Phil was called and brought before the makeshift tribunal. "Phil, was Harvey at the café from eight thirty last night until he went to bed?" Boss asked. "Uh…yeah. He was there. I'm not sure exactly what time he sat down, but it was pretty early in the night. I know when he went to his quarters, though."

     "Was he there the entire time?"

     "Yes sir, I believe he was with me the entire time." Boss then turned back to Harvey.

     "I'm sorry for doubting your loyal service, old friend. It was a foolish thought. But as for these scalawags…" Boss looked at Krock and Bubba with sinister, narrowed eyes.

     "Okay, you two! You're going to the brig! Take them to the schooner, Harvey, and throw them into the hole!"

     "NO! Please, Boss, have mercy!" Krock pleaded. But Boss would not listen. Harvey led the two dejected pirates away, as they whined and moaned. Bubba started to bawl.

     "Listen up gentlemen!" Boss addressed the rest of the group. "Man all craft and begin the search! We have a prize to catch!" Clinch snickered and ran off, followed by the rabble. "Go tell Harvey to stay and help me talk to BC3 when he gets back from the schooner. Morton, go contact BC3 and tell them we want to talk. NO, Wait! Don't contact them. We can't let them know that we lost the prisoner. It's rare for Holocomm to react with too much force, but I don't want commandos storming my camp."

 

 

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