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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  The Cyber Chronicles VII

  Sabre

  T C Southwell

  Published by T C Southwell at Smashwords

  Copyright © 2011 by T C Southwell

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter One

  Sabre stood on the bridge of the Trykon warship and gazed at the blue and white planet, relief buoying his heart. The journey here had been so arduous and fraught with pitfalls he had begun to think they would never reach it. He had not seen Omega Five from space before, since the last time he had been to here, he had arrived and left in a transport unit, in cold sleep. This was where he had escaped cyber control after the freak accident had broken the brow band’s control circuit. Here, he had come to know the lovely, raven-haired, blue-eyed girl who had won his heart with her bravery and loyalty, although her arrogance and selfishness had been a trial at first.

  Tassin had mellowed into a wonderful person with a quick smile and a generous spirit, and she had done what he had thought impossible when she had travelled across the galaxy to free him from the cyber again. He had lost all his memories of his time on Omega Five when the cyber’s owner, Manutim, had taken him back to Myon Two, but the ex-cyber technician, Tarl, had restored them. Since then, they had been on the run from Overlord Ramadaus, who wanted to execute him, and Myon Two enforcers bent on returning him to Cybercorp for examination and probably termination, since cyber control could no longer be re-established.

  Omega Five was a common T-type world orbiting a yellow dwarf star, the kind humans colonised most often, due to their good atmospheres and stable orbits. Tryandia, the Trykons’ home world, was another such planet, and quite similar. The only unfortunate thing about Omega Five was its position on the Outer Rim, far from most civilised worlds. This meant there was little space traffic near it, but that suited him. The planet had been abandoned after a global nuclear conflict had all but wiped out its population, declared off-limits to space farers. Omegan society had devolved to a medieval-type lifestyle, and life on this world was simple and tough, but it might offer a sanctuary from Cybercorp. Omega Five had four vast continents, only one of which he had explored on his previous visit. Perhaps this time they could explore the other continents; the prospect of adventure appealed to him.

  Sabre had won command of Nemesis a couple of weeks ago in order to reach this backwater world that he had come to think of as his home, since it was Tassin’s. The Overlords had forbidden Trykons to leave their own space, due to their warlike tendencies. Most of the giant warriors had bionic replacements for bits lost in battle, and many sported cybernetic enhancements such as scanners and jammers. The battle-scarred destroyer was heavily armoured and slow, but few challenged Trykons, who tended to kick butt first and ask questions later. Nemesis’ drab grey bridge had a scuffed black plasfoam floor and hard chairs for the officers who manned the various consoles around its edge. The pilot sat in the middle, in front of and below the commander’s seat, which dominated the control centre. The curved main screen fronted it, and numerous smaller screens on the side bulkheads displayed various views of the surrounding space and scrolling data. An atmosphere of efficiency and industry pervaded the dimly lighted room.

  Nemesis’ second-in-command, First Lieutenant Atrel, turned to him. His black hair and short beard, the former tied back in a tight braid, matched his hard eyes. He had a metal hand and a brow band with an optical enhancer covering one eye, and slabs of hard muscle made his tattooed arms bulge. He wore partial chest armour and black leather trousers, an ornate silver-studded shoulder scabbard supporting a sheathed broadsword at an angle on his back.

  "This is our destination?" he asked.

  "Yes. Omega Five."

  "This is a primitive world, Commander. We don't have enough fuel to return to Tryandia."

  "You have an Overlord's beacon. You can refuel on a civilised planet. When you get back to Tryandia, destroy the beacon."

  "May I ask a question?"

  Sabre nodded.

  "The man you fought on the Overlord's ship looked just like you. Who was he?"

  "My brother."

  Atrel's brows rose. "Then why did he fight you?"

  "He's a slave. He had no choice."

  "So why did you not free him?"

  "Because it's impossible."

  Atrel nodded, still looking confused, and turned to gaze at the planet again. "Why do you wish to live here?"

  "It's peaceful."

  "A warrior doesn't seek peace."

  "One who doesn't want to fight does."

  "Yet you excel at it."

  "That doesn't mean I like it."

  One of the officers glanced around. "Commander, we've detected two ships in orbit. They were on the far side, now they're rounding the globe."

  "Magnify them and put them on the main screen."

  The view changed to a section of Omega Five's horizon, two ships visible just above it. Sabre studied them. The sun glinted on their sleek black shapes, and his heart sank. A crimson teardrop symbol was just visible on the side of the nearest ship. Enforcers.

  "They've seen us. They're hailing us."

  "Put it on speakers only," Sabre ordered.

  A hiss issued from the communications console, then a voice said in Anglo, "Incoming ship, identify yourself."

  The communications officer spoke into the tiny microphone poised in front of his mouth. "This is the Trykon warship Nemesis."

  Sabre turned to the officer who manned one of the battle consoles. "Jam them."

  The man shook his head. "Our jammers were damaged in the last battle, Commander. We don't have the necessary spare parts to repair them."

  Sabre cursed and swung away, wanting to seek the shelter of the trinium-shielded areas in the engine room again, as he had tried to do when Ramadaus had appeared, but once again there was not enough time. The enforcers would scan Nemesis before he could reach the engine room.

  "What is your business here?" the enforcer's tinny voice enquired.

  "Tell them we’re just exploring, and we will leave immediately," Sabre said.
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br />   The message was relayed, and a short silence fell, then the tactical officer glanced around. "They're scanning us."

  Sabre faced the screen again, frowning. "Get us the hell out of here."

  Atrel frowned, but the pilot ran his hands over his console, and Nemesis turned away from the blue planet.

  The communications console hissed, and the enforcer said, "You have an illegal cyber on board. Stop and prepare to be boarded."

  Atrel cast Sabre a puzzled look. "A cyber?"

  "That would be me."

  Atrel went to the communications console and picked up a tiny microphone. "We will not allow you to take our commander, and you'd be well advised to reconsider attacking a Trykon warship."

  "You're outnumbered, outclassed and outgunned, Nemesis. Stop now, and you won't be harmed."

  "We may be outnumbered, but as to the rest, I wouldn't be so sure."

  "We are Reliant and Inevitable, enforcers from Myon Two, and you are definitely outmatched, Nemesis. Stop now and avoid a battle you can't win."

  "We live to do battle, outsider weakling scum, and Trykons are not easily defeated."

  Sabre eyed Atrel, who seemed to be enjoying himself, and wondered how long the chest-beating and sword-rattling was going to go on for. His conversation with Tassin two nights ago now seemed prophetic. Who had betrayed him, and would he ever be safe on Omega Five now that Myon Two knew about it? He glanced down at Fairen's bracelet, wondering if he should trigger it now, or try to deal with the situation first. Deciding on the latter, he turned his attention back to Atrel's attempt to browbeat the enforcers into surrendering, which was not working.

  "... Weakling outsiders have never been able to defeat a Trykon battle force, and -"

  "Atrel," Sabre interrupted. "Don't waste your breath. They're coming into range. Fire."

  "With pleasure, Commander." The first lieutenant grinned and swung back to face the screen. "Main aft lasers, target the leading ship. Aim for primary areas, auxiliary lasers target the second ship."

  The officers who manned the battle consoles ran their hands over the numerous keys and blinking lights. Tactical screens came to life, filled with scrolling numbers and targeting lines. This was what Trykons did best, Sabre mused. They lived to do battle, and it had been decades since they had fought anyone other than each other. This crew was having a rare treat, first pirates, and now enforcers. Beams of orange light lanced across the gap and hit the nearest enforcer ship, leaving glowing spots on its duronium hull. The suave voice from the communications console stopped expounding the power of Myon Two enforcers with a squawk. Seconds later, lances of blue light shot from the enforcer ships, and Nemesis shuddered.

  Sabre gripped the back of the third battle lieutenant’s chair. "Their crews' quarters are their weakest point. Below and behind the bridge."

  Atrel shot him a curious glance. "These are your enemies?"

  "Yes. These are my enemies."

  "Then our triumph will be all the greater for it." He staggered and braced himself on a console as Nemesis shuddered, and alarms sounded deep in the ship.

  Sabre consulted the scanners and found Tassin in Tarl's cabin, but his concern grew with every shudder that shook the ship. The memory of the explosion that had ripped through her cabin was still fresh in his mind, and had he not been with her she would have been killed. She was right about one thing; she was safer close to him, where he could protect her. He turned to a com-link on the wall and activated a connection with Tarl's cabin.

  "Tassin, come to the bridge."

  Nemesis' lasers hammered the enforcer ships, neither of which was as large or as sturdily built as she was, but they were more powerful and faster. Sabre watched the real time action in the screens between glancing at the readouts on the battle consoles. The enforcers would have summoned reinforcements by now, and Nemesis barely had enough fuel to reach the closest corridor.

  Sabre glanced around as Tassin entered the bridge, returning her smile. She still wore the grey blouse, black jeans and matching ankle boots she had purchased on Travon Nine after Tarl had sold Blue Sun. Since then, there had been no opportunity to buy new clothes, and the outfit showed a little wear and tear due, in part, to frequent launderings in ships’ auto-washers. Sabre’s standard issue cyber combat clothes had suffered irreparable damage during his rescue of Tarl from the fire aboard Nemesis the pirates’ attack had caused, and the Trykons had provided him with well-fitting dark grey trousers made from stretch material, a matching waist-length jacket and black shirt. Gold embroidery decorated the jacket’s shoulders and sleeves, and a spray of golden feathers was embroidered on the right side of the chest.

  Tassin looked up at the receding blue and white globe in the screens. "Omega Five?"

  He nodded. "Myon Two enforcers have ambushed us. We're leaving."

  "But we're here! We're home!"

  "They'll destroy us if we stay."

  "Call Fairen!" she said.

  "We can come back. We don't need to worry him."

  "They'll just be waiting for us again!"

  "I'll speak to him when we're safe. There's no need to call him here."

  "They didn't obey him last time; why would they do it next time?"

  Sabre shook his head, gazing at the shrinking globe. "That's for him to arrange, if he will."

  "Why won't they just leave us alone?"

  He folded his arms. "Because they're enforcers."

  Nemesis shuddered again and again, and the enemy ships gained on them. Once Nemesis reached light speed, however, the enforcers' weapons would become useless, so they would be safe in the corridor. The next problem was where to go with enforcers on their tail.

  "Call Fairen now," Tassin insisted. "Why wait?"

  Sabre hesitated, wanting to argue that Fairen was a busy boy, and Nemesis might make it to the corridor. Judging by the amount of damage the ship was accruing, however, that might not be the case. He went over to the communications console, changed to the correct frequency, and picked up the microphone.

  "Overlord Fairen. This is Sabre. We have encountered enforcers at Omega Five, please respond."

  The communications officer frowned at his instruments. "They're jamming you, Commander. That frequency is blocked."

  Sabre nodded. "Of course they are. We've got to get into a corridor."

  Tassin flinched as a jolt rocked the ship, and a distant boom came from its bowels. "If we make it."

  Sabre glanced down at the bracelet again. The last thing he wanted to do was abuse Fairen's generosity, but it looked like he had no choice. His bones tingled, and his blood chilled with shock and dread. He closed his eyes as searing cold gripped him, and he seemed to tumble through space. Dark grey flooring hit his feet, and he dropped into a crouch, dizziness making him sway.

  White walls surrounded him and glaring overhead lights made him squint. The cyber flashed multiple warnings in his mind, too many to react to at once, and his hand snapped to his left wrist as a dart hit him in the neck. It had been fired the moment he materialised, making evasion impossible. Usually, enforcers would have just as much trouble winning against a cyber as anyone else, but the translocation had given them an advantage. Now that they had him, they knew exactly how to incapacitate him, and had the means to do it. Clearly the ships had been waiting for him, and his capture was well planned. He triggered the bracelet’s emergency beacon as the strength drained out of him in an alarming rush, and he collapsed.

  A red analysis appeared in the back of his mind, identifying the drug as endronate, extremely effective against cybers and instantly lethal to normal humans. The control unit initiated countermeasures in the form of a fluid flush and an adrenalin surge, but they would do little good. His eyes closed, his breathing slowed, and a dull roaring filled his ears. He switched to the cyber's sensors, and the scanners showed that he was in a small, reinforced chamber. While he waited for someone to arrive, he considered the ramifications of his translocation. Enforcers were not supposed to have tran
sfer technology, and they could only have got it from an Overlord. He did not need to guess which one. Ramadaus.

  Two men in white jumpsuits approached him.

  One said, "Get his other arm."

  The cyber's audio sensors made the voice tinny, but crystal clear.

  The men gripped Sabre's wrists and lifted him, dragging him face-down out of a door and along a black-floored corridor with pale grey walls. They entered a room lined with sleek black and silver equipment, consoles, keyboards and glowing data screens. Grey was a popular colour with Myon Two, and particularly Cybercorp, for some reason. His captors lifted him onto a metal table and removed his tunic and shirt, then secured him with reinforced duronium cuffs that were welded to the table top. When his wrists, ankles and neck were shackled, four men gathered around him.

  A tall, sallow-skinned blond man with a beaky nose peered at Sabre. "So, this is him."

  The shorter, balding man with hard black eyes and a unibrow nodded. "The infamous rogue cyber. The bigwigs back home want a good look at him real bad."

  "He's the A plus?"

  "Yep. He’s supposed to be the best cyber ever produced."

  "He has remarkably few scars for a cyber that's been in service for what, almost ten years?" an older, portly man commented.

  "Thereabouts."

  A handsome, grey-haired man with a hard face and silver trim around the cuffs and collar of his well-cut dark grey uniform moved closer to Sabre's head. "I'd like to talk to him, Grundel."