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Liberation, page 1
Liberation
The Lazarus Alliance, Book 5
Blaze Ward
Contents
Chapter 1
Lazarus
Chapter 2
Eha
Chapter 3
Oluchi
Chapter 4
Addison
Chapter 5
Lazarus
Chapter 6
Eduardo
Chapter 7
Addison
Chapter 8
Eha
Chapter 9
Eduardo
Chapter 10
Oluchi
Chapter 11
Lazarus
Chapter 12
Addison
Chapter 13
Eha
Chapter 14
Gore
Chapter 15
Addison
Chapter 16
Aileen
Chapter 17
Cormac the NavCrawler
Chapter 18
Addison
Chapter 19
Lazarus
Chapter 20
Grace
Chapter 21
Aileen
Chapter 22
Addison
Chapter 23
Lazarus
Chapter 24
Lazarus
Chapter 25
Aileen
Chapter 26
Lazarus
Chapter 27
Aileen
Chapter 28
Rodrigo
Chapter 29
Lazarus
Chapter 30
Rodrigo
Chapter 31
Oluchi
Chapter 32
Carlos
Chapter 33
Eduardo
Chapter 34
Anya
Chapter 35
Carlos
Chapter 36
Erlyn
Chapter 37
Oluchi
Chapter 38
Addison
Chapter 39
Lazarus
Chapter 40
Carlos
Chapter 41
Aileen
Chapter 42
Oluchi
Chapter 43
Eha
Chapter 44
Aileen
Chapter 45
Carlos
Chapter 46
Aileen
Chapter 47
Carlos
Chapter 48
Aileen
Chapter 49
Carlos
Chapter 50
Aileen
Chapter 51
Addison
Chapter 52
Lazarus
Chapter 53
Addison
Chapter 54
Lazarus
Chapter 55
Addison
Chapter 56
Grace
Chapter 57
Lazarus
Chapter 58
Oluchi
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One
Lazarus
Lazarus sat in his command chair on the bridge of the Light Starcruiser Ajax, his first true love, and watched the screens empty. Once, he would have said only love, but he was pretty sure he’d be lying at this point, thinking about what he and Grace were in the process of carving out in the middle of so many wars.
The weirdest part had been going to Addison for advice, as the man had only recently allowed himself to admit to himself or Eha his feelings, and the two of them were now as bonded as they could be without actually filing the correct legal paperwork someplace like Gowook.
But then, how do you do something like that when you are in open rebellion against that same government?
Addison had simply told Lazarus to get over himself and steal every moment he could while off duty, so Lazarus had. Grace had no interest in joining the navy and coming under military discipline, but she turned her head and smiled at him now as if she had been listening to his thoughts, sitting quietly off to one side of the bridge. Out of the way, but close if needed.
That rather described her in more ways than one.
Dark skin and curly ringlets from her pure West African ancestry, unlike folks whose ancestors might have crossed América do Norte before heading into space and eventually arriving at a place like Yisan.
Grace wasn’t from that pirate world. Lazarus hadn’t pressed on learning too much of her life story, once he was sure that she had been trained as a geisha in the fullest sense of the word. And an assassin. It was enough to know that they might manage something, assuming he didn’t get himself killed in one of the stupid wars he was fighting.
“Addison is away,” Wybert of Capantzina, Lt. Commander and Fusilier, announced from his station. He was handling Ajax’s sensors since he had nothing to shoot at and the ship was even more short-handed with several folks over on the little patrol cutter.
Captain Carlos Nguema, aboard the Patrol Cruiser Dutra, had offered some crew members, but he had also been short-handed, as he had had to send officers home with the three captured Westphalian ships. Everyone was stretched thin, but they would manage.
Lazarus nodded to himself. Ajax was alone, now that the captured Westphalian ships were heading to Yisan for internment and the refugee colony ships were all headed to Vilga’s Stand with Rio Alliance High Councilor Erlyn Teixeira aboard as an escort.
The ship formerly named Astral Jewel hadn’t even emitted the usual redshift that Lazarus always expected when a ship jumped. The vessel had been captured from the Innruld, and used trans-space drives. Slower than Ajax to get anywhere, except where Lazarus had to land and turn to hop around things, while Addison could just sail around corners. That had been helpful in the Phraettis Nebula, but they were in deep space now.
Lazarus smiled one last time at Grace and turned the other direction to the man standing on his right.
“Admiral,” Lazarus said, drawing the man’s eyes back from the big screen at the front of the bridge. “Welcome to Innruld Space.”
Rodrigo da Silva had gone gray at a very young age, and routinely dyed his hair black, but that was about his only affectation. Lazarus had served under the man in the past, and known him as a senior officer for nearly a decade. Solid. And absolutely the right man for the job here, to sail into the unknown and possibly start a war.
His reddish-brown skin split the difference between Lazarus’s pale freckles and Grace’s rich brown, but da Silva’s ancestors had been Brazilian on the homeworld, long before they emigrated to the stars and helped found the Rio Alliance to resist the specists of Westphalia.
The man smiled at him now, but it was almost more of a grimace than anything. That was the weight of history riding on his shoulders. Lazarus had discovered Innruld Space for the Rio Alliance, but da Silva would go down as the first true representative of the Alliance to visit. And the man who would command the war of liberation that Lazarus hoped to finally initiate.
“I see you, and my mind keeps wanting to call you Pancho,” da Silva said, his face finally moving closer and closer to a smile. “I suppose, given all the symbology present, that might make me Saul of Tarsus, wouldn’t it? I didn’t really believe you, even when I finally met Eha and Aileen face to face, and now, here I am, about to support you in this craziness. Does that make sense?”
Lazarus gestured to the screen, showing clear space finally, after the tight confines of the Phraettis Nebula for so long.
“It does, if you look at this as one of the roads to Damascus, Admiral,” Lazarus said.
“No, call me Rod,” he said. “This is not an officially sanctioned voyage of exploration into Innruld Space. Well, it is, but that was just to sail as far as Dormell or Zhoonarrim and open negotiations with them. I don’t see that happening. Time is tight and risks are too great.”
“So what would you call it, Rod who might be Piotr?” Lazarus grinned at the man.
“Oh this is pure piracy, youngster,” Rod grinned back. “Naval guerrilla warfare 101. We just happen to be far stronger than the ships sneaking around, but it doesn’t change anything. We still have to prevent Innruld and Westphalia from meeting each other. The Innruld won’t understand how little chance they have, and Westphalia won’t stop until they conquer or annihilate everything in their path.”
“They will not,” Lazarus said in a voice so sharp and hard that all the heads in the room came around to stare at him. He smiled at them. “But Westphalia will still have to go through us first.”
Two
Eha
Looking around the conference room at the key players, Eha wasn’t sure how she had come to be in supreme command of this rag-tag squadron, except that nobody else was in a position to do it. Her mother knew all the rebels they were escorting. Councilor Teixeira knew her and Captain Nguema, the Gnashiiley in charge of the ship she was aboard.
But hadn’t she taken upon herself the title Ambassador to the Humans? Or at least to the Rio Alliance? She hadn’t met Westphalia yet, at least not directly. The late and unmissed Strav Ardna might have been Westphalian. Or just an asshole. Either way, the galaxy was a better place with him dead.
Eha gasped inside at herself. When had she gotten so callous about shedding blood? Except that nobody could rate Ardna as an innocent. He had fired the first shots in their little war. And the second and third. His mistake had been in not understanding that her friends would fire th
And she had always known that the Innruld would not cede power willingly. Hadn’t she spent the better part of a decade overseeing the smuggling of a certain chemical that only affected the Innruld? Induced lethargic euphoria to the point that users just wanted to lay around all day being mellow?
Addison had called them termites in the foundation, slowly gnawing away until the structure fell in on itself.
And now the storm had finally arrived.
She turned to Captain Nguema and studied the man. Gnashiiley. Shorter than a Human by a head and covered over with fur and stripes. In Innruld Space, they tended to be more red, while in Rio they were more gray-brown. Long, slender face with a snout and black nose that Humans called kitsune after a mythical creature.
He sat across from her at the small table, with Alla on her left and Erlyn on her right.
The keys to liberation were here at this table.
“Is there anything else we need to cover today?” Eha asked, bringing the meeting back on track after it had wandered.
“We have arrived at the third checkpoint,” Nguema replied. “At this point, we are waiting for the squadron to follow us through trans-space, but they are much slower, being commercial vehicles at the low end of reliability.”
“Would it be better to put some of your spare engineers aboard those ships to help with repairs?” Teixeira asked, a beat before Eha could.
But they had spent a lot of time across a negotiating table before this, so Eha knew how the woman thought.
Nguema, for his part, shrugged.
“Completely alien technology, ladies,” he said. “Granted, mechanical engineering is universal, but they’d still be lost.”
“Perhaps,” Alla spoke up now, Eha’s mother leaning forward like a predator about to strike. “But none of those vessels are crewed by military folks. I have asked some of your permanent crew members what it has meant that you brought extra engineers from Brasilia, and the consensus has been entirely positive, if only for having extra hands to do things. We would move faster if all ten of those ships were less prone to breaking down. That means you get to return to Innruld Space that much faster.”
Everyone smiled at that. There wasn’t much greater of a bribe you could use to lever the man, since he was no longer participating in the greatest adventure of all time, the one they had left behind with Addison and Lazarus.
“I’m not sure I’ll be allowed,” Nguema said after a momentary grimace. “Anything might have happened while we were gone, and the fleet might have managed to send reinforcements, which would probably include an admiral who could give me orders.”
“No, he could not,” Teixeira said bluntly. “This is still a diplomatic mission, which means you answer to me until I or the High Council say otherwise, Captain. You continue doing the right thing by everyone and I’ll run interference.”
“What about the war?” Eha turned to the Human Councilor now. “You cannot be in two places at once, Erlyn. We are about to deliver an entire, new colony of aliens to the Rio Alliance’s doorstep, and someone will need to interface with the High Council. And Addison and Lazarus will need you in Innruld Space to work with the Species Underground, of which this colony is just the tip of a much larger iceberg.”
Erlyn Teixeira turned to her with a smile that had Eha’s scales flaring up, not just around her eyes but halfway down to her tail.
“I have had many thoughts on that topic, Eha,” she said slowly. “One in particular sounded quite interesting.”
“Oh?” Eha asked, already not liking it, even as much as she liked and respected this woman.
“So the Rio Alliance currently represents four species,” Erlyn continued. “Human, Gnashiiley, Moah, and Atomarsk. Humans are the largest group by far, but the High Council itself has always included at least one representative of the four species, regardless of the demographics.”
She paused, studying Eha’s eyes. Alla gasped and distracted Eha.
“What?” Eha asked her mother, but Teixeira spoke instead.
“A new colony at Vilga’s Stand represents eleven new species, but the refugees are more than fifty percent Churquen,” Erlyn smiled. “I think that Alla would make a good planetary governor for now, while the Rio Alliance figures out what to do with the arcane legalisms of people technically illegally settling on a closed colony. I presume that the investors will just be reimbursed for whatever fractional loss they sustain, and perhaps a few other things. They may not even face a loss, as the remainder of those two worlds might become far more valuable real estate when all is said and done.”
“And me?” Eha asked.
“I think you should continue to be the first Ambassador to the High Council, as you were before, but with an eye towards possibly becoming the first Churquen High Councilor, Eha,” Teixeira concluded.
Eha’s eyes got so big they were painful. The light was so bright she was blinded, so she concentrated on closing her eyeslits back down.
“Oh,” she managed after a couple of seconds.
Was that even possible? What would it mean to her and Addison, and her unborn child, who might be the first Churquen born in a Rio world?
Alla and Captain Nguema smiled, so they seemed to support it, but Eha had one misgiving.
“What about Addison?” she asked. “If all that happens, I won’t be able to see him until he returns to Rio space.”
“I understand,” Erlyn commiserated. “But this is going to be so much bigger than the two of you, Eha. This will set the course for species relations for the next century. We need to do it right.”
Eha could see that. Could see the brilliance of such a maneuver in Teixeira’s hands. The colony would be in good hands with her mother. Teixeira would return to Innruld Space.
And Eha Dunham might become a High Councilor.
How had they all gotten here?
Three
Oluchi
Oluchi surveyed the remains of dinner and belched happily. It wasn’t that he’d been served bad food in the past, but with Fernanda Flores arriving from Yisan as something of a legal Ambassador, she’d also brought her personal chef. And that woman was amazing.
Anya reached over and refilled his glass from the carafe before filling hers and leaning back. Oluchi beamed at the two women and wondered just how bad it must have been in a previous life that he got this today.
“So, Mr. Ambassador to the Species Underground,” Fernanda said over a glass of what had turned out to be a lovely red she’d brought with her from one of her estates. “What’s next on your agenda?”
“How serious is Eduardo Martìnez about allowing Yisan to possibly become closer trading partners with the Rio Alliance?” Oluchi fired back. “Or even actually applying for membership and presumably bringing thirty to fifty more worlds with you?”
“What’s his favorite phrase?” Fernanda laughed. “Money talks and bullshit sits on the curb grumbling? Even with the worlds of Innruld Space being so distant and so primitive, that just means that folks with old factories can squeeze new life out of them, or dig up things out of patent or in the collective commons and make a quick killing. There are a lot of people who will have industrial needs, if nothing else.”
“An enterprising someone might just dismantle an old factory here and ship everything there,” Oluchi observed.
But then, he’d spent a lot of time as a boytoy among Fernanda’s crowd, being passed around among the various ladies or playing poker with Eduardo’s circle. You learned a lot, just listening.
