Star Rising: Heartless

Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

Beatrix stared out the window. Her eyes closed and opened rapidly as she struggled to accept what she was seeing. She should back at home, hunting Antlans through the deep forest, or honing her sword skills in the training pit. But instead she was aboard a Bastion ship, gazing blankly out the window, her eyes settling on distant swirling blue gasses. In each corner of the square vessel stood an armed Bastion soldier. As if the elderly folk and children possessed an actual threat. Most of her people sat on two long, cushioned seats that were bolted, back to back, to the floor.

A hand landed on her shoulder.

"Beatrix," came her mother's muffled voice.

The young girl turned slowly. Her mother held her hands up, a bowl of white oatmeal resting in her palms. "Eat, Beatrix. We have many hours left in the voyage. You need your strength."

The girl took a whiff of the creamy concoction and her stomach growled. She was beyond hungry. But she wasn't about to take anything from the Bastion. She might not have her father or her land, but she still had her Palek pride. "I'm not hungry."

Her mother rolled her eyes. "C'mon, Beatrix. Don't do this. You haven't eaten since we left. You have to eat."

"I said I'm not hungry," she said with finality. She had no interest in getting in an argument, but she knew her father would have never taken handouts from the Bastion, and she was would not dishonor her papa by stomping on his memory. She was her father's daughter, after all.

Her mother began to speak, but she didn't finish. A sudden screeching blast rang in her ear, followed by a tremor that reverberated through the hull of the ship.

Beatrix barely had enough time to recognize the screeches as the result of beeping bombs, when the lights of the ship went completely black. The deep blue emergency lights burst on, covering the ship in a dark tint. The hum of the engines died out, replaced by the ragged breathing of the scared passengers

"What's going on?" demanded a voice that Beatrix assumed belonged to one of the guards.

"Someone just hit us with a beeping bomb," mumbled the pilot, disbelief in his voice. "I don't know how. There were no readings on the scanners of another ship."

"Bastion vessel," boomed a deep voice from all around them. Whoever their attackers were, they had also hacked into the ship's communicator. "We have linked ourselves to your hatch. Put down your hatch and prepare to be boarded."

"This is an official Bastion vessel," countered the pilot. "An attack on it is punishable by death."

"Save me the speech, Bastion dog," countered the voice. It held no tone of anger or accusation, only a monotone sternness that made it clear that the man on the other side of the speaker was not one to be meddled with. "I know full well who your masters are. Now put down your hatch and prepare to be boarded." There was a brief moment of silence. "Do it not, and I will blast your ship into a thousand pieces."

Beatrix quickly recognized this as an empty threat. Whoever their attackers were, they had no intention of killing them. Why else would they go through the trouble of disabling the ship and hacking the communicator, but leaving life support intact? No. These people had more in mind than simply killing them, of that she was certain.