Rimwalker Part One - Noahide Sci Fi

[Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly]

Rimwalker

By

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

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PART ONE



'The Sigmorius Crown'



1



The dust fell to the floor as the tired and hungry adventurer whacked his boots, carefully mind you, so as not to damage the valued assets too much, against the side of his spacecraft, the Wolfklaw. Rimwalker was pleased; very pleased. He could count the Arcturian credits already, and visualised, amongst other riches, his time in the arms of the tender, blue skinned Arcturian beauties that were always ever so lavish in their adorations. He patted his satchel which was hanging from his shoulder, ever so careful with his prize. For millennia the Arcturian council had posted rewards for the return of their beloved Sigmorius crown, the most revered of the ancient royal jewels of the united kingdoms of Arcturia. And Rimwalker had tracked it down, strangely enough of all places which were his usual haunt, right out on the edge of the galactic rim. Draxian piracy had looted the crown long ago and, tracing old records and rumours about the crown, he had found information on Telos 17 that the Drax had an old lair on Karnak, a mostly uninhabited desert planet on the edge of the rim. Rimwalker had spent days surveying the continents of the planet, going over countless mounds of dirt with his scanners, looking for significant manmade structures. At the northern and southern poles of the planets plant-life existed with a small number of native animal species, but apparently the air was to thin on the planet for any more advanced species to really want to inhabit the place. Rimwalker had decided that he would scan the desert regions first, before the more complex greenery as there was not too much of that so he would leave it to last.



Fortunately, one week into his scans by the galactic calendar he had found a series of obviously manmade structures and had investigated. It was an abandoned Drax lair alright and searching through the place he found countless worthless coins, far out of date, from various cultures, with not a sign of gold coinage or other precious metal amongst them. Any other type of currency seemed to have long faded. But finally, after almost giving up, he looked under an old metal bunk and found a small box containing his desired prize. For whatever reason the Drax had they had long ago given up on their prize and it was now his to claim.



Putting it into his satchel he had climbed out of the ruins and was now dusting off his boots, breathing carefully through his oxygen mask as the air was too thin to breathe this far south from the northern pole.



He pressed a button on his wristpad and the doors of the Wolfklaw on the bottom deck opened up. He came inside, closed the doors and took his prize to the central station deck to look it over.



Sitting there he examined pictures he had of the original crown and looked at his copy. All things seemed correct. It had the right markings and looked practically identical apart from a little wear and tear. Yep, he had the crown alright. The reward would be his.



He went to the wall of his command station, opened his safe, and carefully placed his prize inside. And now straight to Arcturia, a billion Arcturian credits and the sexual pleasures of the most decadent of Arcturian whores.





2



Rimwalker awoke. Jan Kolby, alias the 'Rimwalker' was suddenly awakened by a jolt to the ship. He looked at the digiclock. It was still 3 hours to Arcturia and he was sure he would have slept the distance apart from this disturbance. Getting up quickly he ran to the command deck. The Wolfklaw's command deck was a pretty basic affair, not surprising given the age of the ship. It was one of the early star-solar ships of the human confederation of planets, now over 1500 years old, but still in reasonable shape considering the distances it had travelled. The Command deck was run mostly by audio programmed computers, who you really only needed to speak commands to. There were in fact controls at the deck, which Rimwalker was acquainted with and had used occasionally, but most things ran themselves. Fortunately the confederation had an ample supply of dedicated tech-heads ever so happy to take a look at the ancient ship and tinker with it whenever he was at a suitable port. At the front of the command deck were 3 main screens, a central one, and 2 smaller ones on either side. They were standard LCD screens as that was the major technology at the beginning of the confederation being used, and they worked well enough, but he had often thought about putting in some of the more advanced holographons for a better 3D image. Usually, though, he was too miserly when he gave it serious thought as the LCD generally worked well enough.



'Computer. Please identify source of jolt.' Various lights before him whirred and spun and soon a female voice responded.

'Greetings captain. The source of the jolt was an unidentified metallic missile. Sensors read that there is some sort of attachment to the ship currently.'

'Analysis,' asked Jan.

'A hostile alien boarding or capture seems statistically probable. Though they may wish you no harm captain. This sector has little hostile activity in our current databanks and they may be simply cautious.'

'Give us a look then.'

The screen came alive and images of a large metal object, perhaps magnetic, with a cable attached was shown.

'Why magnetic? Are they that primitive not to use gravitational tractor beams?'

'Quite possibly, Captain,' replied the computer.

'Mmm. Interesting. Can you see were that cable goes.'

'Locating endsource of cable, captain,' responded the computer.

Coming onto the screen, the computer enlarging the image, was a small spaceship, about the size of the Wolfklaw, and about as primitive looking.

'Captain,' began the computer. 'This appears to be a primitive tug-ship. We are being towed to its homebase.'

'We'll see about that,' responded Rimwalker. 'Computer, prepare the 'Cub'. I am going to drop our friends a little visit and let them know this ship is taken.'

'As you wish Captain.'



Coming into the 'Cub', the Wolfklaw's tiny child as it were, Rimwalker brought his phaser and translator. He wanted to be careful and polite, and sensed he wouldn't have too much trouble, but caution was needed as well.



Getting into the cub he piloted the ship out of the small dock and headed towards his captor.





3



'Look, Mr Kolby. I am sorry, ok. My scanners were clearly malfunctioning when they detected no life-signs on board your ship. I had thought it another routine patrol droid we occasionally get out here. And some of the metals and other material you find on those droids can come in very useful. Arcturia sends them out this way a lot to monitor things. We pinch em, ok. But they know we are here and haven't complained yet. I think they feel guilty, really. They abandoned our colony years back and left us to fend for ourselves, forbidding re-entry to Arcturia.'

'And why is that,' Rimwalker asked the blueskinned female Arcturian.

'We were in the rebellion against the crown of Arcturia. We wanted democracy, not monarchy and they exiled us.'

'Yeh, I have heard about that. Arcturian's talk about it from time to time. But, you know, times have changed on Arcturia. It is practically a democracy these days. The crown is mostly a figurehead. Have you thought of going back?'

The Arcturian looked at Rimwalker, considering those words.

'Go back. Now. No, I mean we couldn't. They shamed us, and we have our pride.' But despite the female's words, Rimwalker could sense she was considering the issue.

'How many of you are there. And where do you live.'

'We are on a space-ark just outside of Arcturia minor. It is a dead planet, and we prefer living on the Ark. We were exiled here centuries ago. The droids come in useful for various things. And like I said, Arcturia feels guilty. They often place supplies, for no real apparent reason, upon the droid ships.'

'I think you have been forgiven, you know. Perhaps it really is time to go home.'

She looked at him, seemingly now convinced of his words.

'Perhaps you are right. Perhaps you are right. I may speak to Landoria and ask her. There are about 50 of us on the ark, but she is the most respected. Perhaps she may find what you have to say interesting.'

'Then let us go speak to this Landoria. I can transport you all if you like. The Wolfklaw will fit 50 Arcturian's easily. It would be my pleasure.'

The Arcturian just nodded.

'Well, do you have a name,' asked Rimwalker.

'Oh, yes. Chance. Chance Kibb'star. An old Arcturian family.'

'I'll bet. Well I'll get back to my ship and set it to follow you. And it was good to meet you Chance Kibb'star.'

'Yes. Good to meet you too, Captain Kolby.'





4



Landoria seemed, to Rimwalker, very sophisticated and wise, although he hardly knew her. Her manner bespoke an upbringing of the higher class of society, which surprised him considering she was likely born on the ark. But not necessarily. Arcturian's had, apparently, unpredictable life-spans and could go on for centuries so the story went. He decided to query her on the subject as they walked around the upper levels of the ark were the food was made and stored.

'So, Landoria. Just how old are you?'

'You are inquiring, perhaps, because you sense something within me not like the others, dare I say it?'

'Exactly. Let me guess, you were in the original rebellion, right?'

'It is as you say. I was part of the original rebellion on Arcturia against the new monarchy, the only surviving member here on the ark, but I fear any at home would have perished.'

'And your upbringing on Arcturia?' quizzed Rimwalker.

'Why ask you of such a thing.'

'Because you don't speak in the mannerisms of a commoner from Arcturia, and I know them a little by now.'

'Mmm,' nodded Landoria, but seemingly unwilling to answer the question.

'This, Captain Kolby, is the main kitchen. We prepare most of our meals here. Most of us take part in the communal meal, but we have a few families who eat together by themselves.'

The kitchen was not really anything unusual. Standard fare for a spacecraft, and very Arcturian looking with its strong sense of symmetry.

'Yeh, it's a great kitchen,' replied Jan, not really interested in how they prepared their meals. 'So, thanks for the tour and everything, but really, if you are not going to take me up on my offer, I would like to head off.'

Chance spoke up. 'Perhaps you could stay a few hours. Sleep over. It may give us time to consider your offer. It is quite sudden, you know.'

'Chance speaks wisely,' stated Landoria bluntly. 'Yes, Captain Kolby, I am from the upper class of Arcturian society. I was brought up in the nobility, which is how I grew to disdain its lavish hypocrisy,' stated Landoria, finally responding to Jan's question.

'Figures. But you know what they say about biting the hand that feeds you.'

'An interesting analogy,' responded Landoria. 'Human I take it?'

'100% sweetheart. Look, alright. If you want me to stay a day or so, I guess I can manage it. But don't keep me here too long. There are a billion credits waiting for me on Arcturia, and the arms of their finest harlots beckon.'

'And you seemed like such an intelligent human,' said Landoria, disdaining his promiscuity.

'Hey, lady. Not all of us are born with divine scruples. I know you Arcturian's are still hung up on religion, but humanity got over most of our fables years ago.'

'From what I knew of humanity, many of you still confess faith in the higher one.'

'Hell, luv. I think I even believe in God when I am shagging a lady. Only God could make them so fine, you know. But religion is dead, sweetheart. 'Only the Pope in Rome really keeps the faith.'

'Rome?' questioned Landoria. 'Where is Rome?'

'A city on Earth. Home planet for us humans. I even visited it once.'

'And who is this Pope you speak of?'

'Ahh, fucking hell. I hate religious discussions. You know, the Pope. Head of the Church. Or the Catholic thing, I think. The details are fuzzy. Dad mentioned it a bit.'

'And what does this church believe?'

'Jesus fucking Christ sweetheart. The son of the Almighty.'

'Fascinating. You must speak more of this.'

'You know what I know. Anyway, you were saying you had some place for me to sleep.'

'Yes, I was forgetting. Chance, can you show Captain Kolby to one of the vacant domiciles. And see to any needs he has.'

'Of course, Landoria.'

'Captain Kolby, if you will follow me?' said Chance, who started out of the kitchen, Jan slowly following her, giving Landoria a final look over.





5



The domicile was about all the Rimwalker expected. Not overly large, but not tiny either. Adequate enough. The bunk looked strong enough and the mattress didn't appear to have been slept on. Chance spoke up.

'You must forgive Landoria if her ways are a bit off-putting to you. She is quite religious, as you may have guessed, as many of us Arcturian's are. It is a strong part of our culture.'

'Was for humans too, once. But we grew up.'

Chance just nodded, but it was not a nod of agreement.

'Do you want something to eat? I can bring you various drinking liquids and fruit and vegetables.'

'You don't have any fried chicken do you?'

'We haven't had animal food for a long time, Captain Kolby. The droid ship occasionally brings some, but most of us won't eat meat.'

'Veges, huh.'

'Veges? What do you mean?'

'Vegetarians! Don't eat meat! Oh forget it.'

'Yes, most of us would be vegetarians, as you put it. But Landoria often eats the meat the droid-ships contain.'

'Well, some fruit-juice and whatever vegetables you have will be fine. As long as the veges are cooked, ok.'

'That shouldn't be a problem.' She left him then, and he lay down on the bunk, closing his eyes. Damn his generosity, as it was taking up time he could be spending in a fine harlots arms. But deep down he knew he was doing the right thing.



Chance soon returned with a flask of juice and a plate of steaming vegetables. She gave him some utensils and he sat up on his bunk, trying them. They were tasty enough, similar to what he had eaten on Arcturia before.

'Thanks Chance. You know, if only you want to come, I will take you. If nobody else is interested, I don't mind of you tag along. It will give me someone to chat with before we arrive at Arcturia.

Chance looked at him, considering his words. Eventually she spoke.

'This Ark has been my home all my life Captain Kolby. And these people are my family. But, yes, if they will not leave, I will come with you. I was not brought up in the monarchy. I was not part of the rebellion. I think I have a right to make up my own mind.'

'You sure have. Well, I will give them till a few hours after I wake. If no decision, we leave. Alright? So gather your belongings.'

'Yes. I will do that. And thank you Captain Kolby.'

'Don't mention it.'





6



In the morning Landoria spoke with Rimwalker. The community had decided that they would not risk return at this stage. But if Jan would speak with the council on Arcturia on their behalf it would be appreciated.



Rimwalker made his way to the dock, were Chance was waiting. He looked at her, all dressed up and ready to taste her new life.

'A new beginning for you sweetheart. I am sure you will fit right in on Arcturia. You look just like them,' saying the last comment with sarcasm.

'Most funny, Captain Kolby.'

'Hey, call me Jan. Or Rimwalker. It is my alias.'

'Rimwalker? Why Rimwalker.'

'Because I travel the galactic rim. Have circled it twice now. It's more interesting out here. Less formal - less developed. I have been to so many of the central galactic systems, and they all worship a type of lifestyle that just don't suit me. So fucking politically correct. Always kissing each others ass. Always diplomacy. Uggh. Give me the rim, were there is action, and even the odd war. It is the place for a real man.'

'But is not Arcturia much like one of these central systems?'

'In some ways. But despite your religion you guys are generally easygoing. Not so legalistic with your legal system. In the central system it is fucking hell with all the protocols you need just to get by.'

'Interesting,' said Chance, illuminated by this wisdom.

'So you ready? Said your farewells?'

'I am ready,' she said nodding.

'Let's go then sweetheart.'

They both boarded the Wolfklaw, and shortly it was leaving the vicinity of the ark, headed for Arcturia.





7



'So human mating rituals are quite similar to our own?'

'Hey, sweetie. I have done dozens of Arcturian harlots and they are just like humans, only blue. I think we are related someway, but that is only a theory.'

Chance looked at him naively, looking at his body. Chance was a virgin, uncoupled on the ark, but was intending to mate if she could on Arcturia. But this human looked interesting.

'You know, sweetheart. Human woman come in differing shades like you Arcturian's. We have deep browns, even blacks, and reddish and yellow tinting, alongside my own shade.'

'Arcturian's come in differing shades?' asked Chance, most interested.

'You bet. Mostly similar to your colour, but there are lighter and darker blues, and even the odd greenish looking Arcturian's.'

'Fascinating. Tell me, how long before we reach Arcturia?'

'Computer, estimated time of arrival for Arcturia?'

'37 minutes, Captain.'

She looked at him. 'How long is a human minute?'

'This long,' he said, pointing to the screen. 'Computer, show us Arcturia.'

The computer proceeded to highlight the planetary body they were approaching, magnifying and zooming in.

'Computer, show us Zardray, the capital.'

'As you wish, captain.' The screen proceeded to magnify the image, focusing on a sector of the planet, and zooming in. Soon before their eyes was a sprawling metropolis, distinctly Arcturian in nature.

Chance gazed at the picture, her heart fluttering at seeing home for the first time. 'This is Zardray? The capital?'

'That it is.'

She sat there, looking at it for many moments, her mind a wonder at the sight. Eventually she spoke. 'Thank you, Jan Kolby. Thank you Rimwalker for taking me home. I am forever in your debt.'

'Better be careful, I might call in that debt one day.'

She looked at him, saw he wasn't being serious, and smiled.



A few minutes later, as she continued to gaze at the screen, the computer spoke. 'Captain, we are being hailed by Arcturia. Would you like to respond?'

'Open the channel.'

'As you wish captain.'

'....yourselves. I repeat, please identify yourselves. You have entered Arcturian space, and we require identification.'

'Kolby. Jan Kolby,' responded Jan. 'And I think I have something you guys will really thank me for.'

The channel went silent for a few moments as that information was being processed. Shortly the voice spoke again.

'You are cleared for entry, Jan Kolby. Please proceed on your current course and you will be met by a craft which will escort you to our capital and quarantine. Thank you for visiting Arcturia.' The voice went silent.



'Now what?' asked Chance.

'We sit pretty, sweetheart. Don't sweat it. I have done this thing a million times before.

She nodded, continuing to stare at the screen.





8



In the underground Draxian piracy network on Arcturia, Dak Bluddhook had just been notified by one of his paid cronies in Arcturian defence of the soon arrival of one certain 'Jan Kolby', the illustrious 'Rimwalker'.

'So the bastard is back,' muttered Dak, as he made his way along the corridor of the Zardrayan temple of Daranok, one of the lesser deities of Arcturia, this particular temple a front for the Draxian pirates.



The Draxian pirates were not all Draxian - that is simply were the piracy guild originated. But it was widespread through the third quadrant of the galaxy, mostly rim-wards were lawlessness was easier to get away with



People joined the guild of piracy for many reasons. Adventure, intrigue, power. But mostly to make a quick buck the old fashioned way - robbery and plunder. The guild had many fronts, even legitimate businesses throughout their territories, but these were mostly ways of laundering out goods obtained and selling other wares. Dak Bluddhook was officially a deacon of the priesthood of Daranok, but he simply ran affairs for the guild in Zardray. Strangely enough, Dak had run into Jan a few times, as Jan occasionally had questionable goods of his own which he needed disposing of as silently as possible. They gambled together from time to time, Dak hating his bastard opponent for the small fortune won off him last time in port. He would not be so lucky next time, Dak had sworn. But he wanted to catch up with Jan, today if possible, for other reasons. Jan had mumbled something about going to look for the lost Sigmorius crown, and Dak suspected the bastard had somehow claimed the prize. That particular crown, so Dak understood, was still hidden in a cooling off period. The league had obtained it originally, knew were it was hidden, but left it alone for now. One day a profitable sale to Arcturian renegade royalists or other entrepreneurs could possibly be made, and as such it was a hidden, but known of asset for the guild. If Jan had found it Dak wanted to know, and before anyone else.




Muttering to himself he came to the outer port and entered his vehicle. Programming in his destination, Regis Hotel were Jan usually stayed, Dak planned just how to obtain the information he needed.





9



'So do you like the room sweetheart?'

'You are sure this was the only room available? They do not have any others?'

'Only this double,' said Jan, Lying. But hey, he was hoping to get lucky with Chance.

'What will you do next?' Chance asked Rimwalker.

'I have a meeting with officials from the Monarchy scheduled. Tomorrow afternoon Zardrayan time. Business to take care of you see. But for now we can rest a little and, if you like, we can see some of my types of places this evening.'

'Your types of places, she quizzed, her curiousity aroused.

'You'll find out soon enough, sweetie. I wonder what's on the visuals.' He picked up a remote control on the side of the bed cupboard beside were he was sitting and pointed it at the large visual screen. After some button pushing an Arcturian sports match came on. 'This should be perfect,' said Jan. 'Hey sweetie. Do you fancy anything to eat? I can order us some real nice Arcturian food.'

'Oh, yes. Alright then,' said Chance, still a little nervous at being home. She was looking forward to going out that night with Jan to see Zardray a bit more and get to know her new home. And then, in the morning, she could think about finding somewere to live.



Munching on some fried chicken, which the Arcturian's had imported from the human civilization and delighted in, Jan gazed at the behind of Chance Kibb'star, lying on the bed in front of him, eating her chicken, and watching the sports match. It really was a fine ass, and Chance was a fine figure of a woman. He had been thinking on and off about trying to score with her ever since leaving the Ark, and was hopeful. But the lass would probably find somewere to stay and farewell him before he had the chance. Still, that didn't matter that much. With a Billion Arcturian credits he could afford the finest of Arcturian harlots, something definitely to look forward to.

'You liking your chicken?'

'It is delicious,' responded Chance. 'I never knew meat could be so tasty.'

'Hey, you have to live a little. But watch your heart. The cholesterol in this stuff can kill you.'

'I'll be careful.'

'So, what are your plans Chance? Will you find somewere to stay in the morning? I guess I should have mentioned it before, but there seems to be a well advanced welfare system on Arcturia. If you start there, they can give you somewere to live and an income for food. Your young so you might want to consider getting a good education after that and look for work. I'm sure you will be alright.'

'Yes,' said Chance, hesitantly. 'I wasn't really sure what I would do next, but thanks for that knowledge. If you can help me find a place in the morning to get this welfare, I would really appreciate it.'

'We'll make that the morning's activity. You might have to disclose your origin, but I personally don't think that will be a problem. Don't sweat it, whatever you do.'

'I won't.'

They ate the chicken and as the evening passed, despite thinking he might try it on with her, he thought better of it, and simply went to bed looking forward to the billion credits he would hopefully receive in the morning, deciding against introducing his new friend to the nightlife of Zardray.





10



In the morning they were down in the breakfast bar of the Regis hotel when one of Jan's old adversaries came walking into the bar and, spotting the two of them, came over to sit down.



'Jan fucking Kolby. Do you still have those credits you screwed me for?'

'Hey, a bet's a bet, Dak. Really, though, you should have seen it coming. I had been playing you all night. If you had called my bluff, I would be hassling you now.'

'I'll be more cautious next time, Kolby. So tell me, who is your new friend. One of the ladies of the night I take it.'

'Hardly. Dak Bluddhook, meet Chance Kibb'star. Brand new to Arcturia.'

'So you are from Charnay, I take it,' asked Dak about the Arcturian's major colonial settlement of a nearby star system.

'Uh, no,' replied Chance. 'I am from the Ark.'

'The Ark? Now what exactly is that my dear?'

'Home to me and my family', responded Chance.

Dak gave her a quizzical look, but did not continue with the line of questioning.

'Anyway, Kolby. Are you going to give me a chance to win my money back? Go on. I know you want to. You could never resist a good gambling session.'

'Maybe some other time,' responded Rimwalker. 'I have business to take care of at the moment.'

'And what business is that,' asked Dak, carefully seeking the information he needed.

'Important business,' was all that Kolby would reply.

'So you are seeing the Royalists, huh?'

Kolby looked at him, a little suspicious, but decided to answer anyway.

'You could say that, Dak. Imperial business, you see.'

'So when are you meeting them,' continued Dak, determined to get the information he needed.

'What concern is that of yours,' asked Kolby, now annoyed.

'Hey, take it easy buddy. Just a friendly question. It's not everybody who has royalist business. I was just curious ok.'

'Yeh, well curiousity killed the cat, Dak.'

'What is a cat?' asked Chance.

'Small domestic animal. Human's love em. Look, Dak. I am afraid if you are fishing for information for the guild, you can forget about it. While I may have royalist business, it is of no interest to the guild. I can assure you of that.' He was lying, of course, but the last thing Jan Kolby wanted was the guild of Draxian piracy snooping into his business, especially with a Billion Arcturian credits at stake.

'Relax, Jan. Don't worry about it. Just happy conversation, hey. You know, just gabbing.'

'Yeh, right,' said Jan, eyeing his opponent suspiciously. Deciding on a tactic to lose his friend, Jan spoke up. 'Tell you what. How about we meet up tonight. At 'Rakkos' in the city. I will give you that opportunity to win your money back that you are looking for.'

'Sound's good buddy. I will see you there.' Dak got up and farewelled them, but he would wait outside in his vehicle. He would follow them and notify one of his fellow guildsmen. If they had the crown, the guild would recover it. You could bet on that.



When Dak had left, Jan was pleased. He had no intention of meeting him at 'Rakkos'. It had been a ruse to get rid of him. In fact, thinking on it, as soon as he had converted most of the credits to gold, he would leave Arcturia. Perhaps not the best place to stay at the moment with the guild snooping around.



He looked at Chance. 'You ready sweetheart? We will go and find welfare now, if you like.'

Chance looked at him, a little sad to be leaving her new friend, but also happy to be starting her new life.

'Let's go.'



Making there way out of the hotel, Jan gave thought to Dak and encouraged himself to be cautious. It could be a dangerous ride today, and he would probably need his wits about him.





11



In the vehicle they had rented, Kolby had programmed in the nearest welfare office from the onboard directory, and they were cruising through the streets, Chance carefully looking at all the sights of her new home.

'Zardray is amazing, isn't it Jan?' said Chance, ever so pleased at the sights she was now seeing.

'So you like the scrapers, huh. Yeh, they always dazzle kids.'

She looked at him, uncertain what he meant, but looked back out the window.

Having thought it over the night before, Jan decided to take the risk on what he was about to say.

'You know, Chance. Jan Kolby, the fabulous Rimwalker, always works alone. Always have done and always will. But, you know. Sometimes I get lonely. Especially on long flights. And, you know. If you want. I mean, if you really want to, you could hang with me if you like. I don't mind paying your bills and feeding ya. Hell, you can do that yourself. But it would give me company and give you someone to hang with for a while. Well, whadda you say, kiddo.'

Chance continued staring out the window, but she had heard Jan's words. After a while she turned to look at him.

'That, that is a kind offer, Jan. But I have a new home now. My home. And I can't leave it before I have really seen it, you know. I just can't.'

'Hell, of course I understand. Don't sweat it.' But inside he was disappointed.



When they reached the welfare office, and exited the vehicle, she looked at him. 'Well, farewell Jan Kolby. Rimwalker. It has been very exciting knowing you, but my life must begin.' She looked at him for a moment and then awkwardly came forward and gave him a hug.

'Seeya sweetheart. If I am ever in town, I will look you up. Ok.'

'Ok,' she said, wiping a small tear from her eye.



She looked at him, gave one last wave, and turned to make her way inside the welfare office.



He looked at the office for some time, and got into his vehicle. She had been a good friend in the time he had known her, and he was disappointed to be leaving her. But shit, life goes on.



As he was programming in a city diner, a knock came to the door. Looking through the window Chance was standing there. He opened the door anxiously.

'What is it sweetheart? Did you forget something?'

She looked at him, and finally spoke. 'What is life without a bit of adventure, hey Rimwalker. Yes, I will come with you if you will take care of me. I guess why stop at Arcturia when I can see the galaxy.'

He looked at her, came forward and kissed her on the cheek. 'Why the hell not, sweetheart.'



She got in and Jan finished programming the location for the diner. He was pretty happy now. She was a quiet gal, but suited to him. Someone to enjoy spending time with. Finishing the programming, the vehicle zipped away, oblivious to a red vehicle now following them.





12



As they sat eating in the diner Jan usually frequented when he was in Zardray, he couldn't help but noticing an Arcturian, dressed in red, glancing at him from time to time. He didn't know the guy, but guessed he may be a guild crony. They would have to be careful.



'So what do you want to eat?' Jan asked Chance.

'Whatever is good.'

'Hell, most of it is edible. Take your pick.' She surveyed the menu and finally ordered an item, Jan also ordering some Arcturian beer which the diner also served.



They sat eating and, after a while, the Arcturian dressed in red got up, paid for his meal and giving Jan one last look, left. That couldn't be good news, Jan thought to himself. They could be waiting outside. Perhaps he should leave quickly.

'Come on Chance. Sorry, we have to go now.' Chance continued eating her meal, a little reluctant to leave, until Jan yelled 'NOW!' He left some Arcturian credits on the counter and waved to the attendant and grabbing Chance left the diner.



Out in the port he looked around carefully. The guy in red was not visible. Mmm. Perhaps he had not been guild pirate after all. Still, they would need to be cautious.



'Were to now,' asked Chance.

'Now my business. May as well get it over with.' They got into their vehicle and Jan programmed in the Royalist sector of the city, were most of the buildings the Royalists used as well as the palace was located.



The vehicle was humming along when, suddenly, a huge crash brought it spinning and over to the side of the road, colliding with the barriers. Jan was dazed, and so was Chance, and when the Arcturian in red appeared, grabbed Jan's satchel, and disappeared, he was still too dazed to stop him.



Eventually they came to their senses and Jan, feeling for his missing satchel, began swearing profusely.

'Whatever is the matter,' asked Chance.

'The bastards stole it. All that work and they fucking steal it again. Typical for the league, though. Bloody typical. Dak, that bastard. He was behind this, I just know it.'

'Behind what,' asked Chance. 'The crown. The Sigmorius crown. I was about to return it and claim the bounty of a billion credits.'

'Oh,' she said.

'Yeh, oh. Fucking oh.'

'Well, what now?'

He thought quickly. 'We will have to notify the rental yard. I paid full insurance, so that should cover the vehicle. But for now we go back to the Wolfklaw. I think I have a plan, but I need some time to think.'

'Ok. Whatever you say.'

Jan pushed an emergency button on the control panel and soon they were greeted by sirens. He gave his details to the Arcturian police and they gave them a lift back to space-dock, were the Wolfklaw was located. Jan was pissed, but he had a plan. He had a plan.





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Coming back onto the Wolfklaw, Jan was like a caged cat. He began pacing through the command deck, anxiously thinking on his next move. Chance sat down at the central station and just watched him. She had joined an adventurer, she knew that much. So life, really, would never be the same again. She spoke up, carefully so as not to upset him, 'Well, what is your plan, Jan.'

Kolby looked at her momentarily, but said nothing and resumed his pacing. Eventually he spoke up. 'Ok, ok. I know what we are going to do. As I recall from probable guild policy in a situation like this, they will likely transfer the crown to Drax itself for a while. For safekeeping. But they may decide to sell it soon anyway as it has been missing for so long. But, either way, Drax is where we are headed. Drax is where we are headed.'

Chance Kibb'star looked at her new provider and, the question coming to her mind, asked it. 'And why are we going to Drax?'

'To join the league of piracy, sweetheart. What else.'

She looked at him and nodded. Life, it seemed, was about to get a hell of a lot more complicated for Chance Kibb'star.





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'Those are Deimonian clouds. They are a phenomenon particular this side of Draxos.'

Chance looked at the gaseous bodies floating on the screen in front of her.

'They go on for millions of kilometres in this area of space,' continued Jan. They are not that common throughout the galaxy, but you find them here and there.'

'They are so bright,' commented Chance, noting the almost illuminated state of the clouds.

'The elements within them react with solar light in a very positive way, illuminating their body structures. Harvesting the elements in these clouds is practiced here and there.'

'Mmm,' nodded Chance, fascinated.



The two of them were closing in on Draxos, home of the Draxian pirate guild. Not all Draxians were in the guild of course, the home in general being a regular type of planet with its own intelligent home species. But Draxians were noteworthy for their ruffian ways, and you could always guarantee a fight in a pub if Draxians were present.



'So how do we join this guild,' asked Chance innocently.

'We will probably need a reference of some kind, but that might not be a problem. I will use the bastard himself, Dak Bluddhook. I will mention I have had dealings with him and we will see how we go.'

'How will we find the guild.'

'They will find us, sweetheart. Don't worry about that.'

She nodded, content with that information.



'Computer. Place Draxos on screen.' In reply the computer obediently brought up a magnified picture of their planetary destination.

'It looks like Arcturia,' stated Chance, surprised.

'Oh, it is a standard oxygen based planet, of similar size. They all look similar from space. But usually they have their own distinct array of plant and animal life. Every planet is unique in that way.'

Chance nodded.



'Computer, what is our estimated time of arrival to Draxos.'

'16 minutes,' responded the computer.

'We should be hearing from Draxos space command shortly.



True to Kolby's words Draxos soon hailed his ship and he was directed to a spaceport on Draxos. Like Arcturia, Quarantine was standard on this planet, as well as a formal customs declaration, unlike the Arcturian's who didn't really care what valuables you brought on planet, as long as there were no quarantine problems.



They hired a standard Draxian vehicle near the port, having transferred some gold to Draxian currency at the currency exchange at the port. Jan had visited Drax before, and was known to some of the league members here, having had some minor dealings. They would, so his hunch went, seek him out once they were notified of his arrival, perhaps expecting him with goods to trade in. That was what he hoped for anyway.





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Sitting in a Draxian pub, not far from the spaceport, Jan looked around the room seeing all sorts of galactic travellers of differing races. He even spotted a few humans and was thinking about saying hello, but thought better of it. Best to stay inconspicuous and let the guild find him.



Chance was sipping on some Draxian ale, and enjoying the stuff tremendously. In fact, she was part way through her second draft and was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. Looking at her Jan felt she needed to lie down and instead of returning to the Wolfklaw they would sleep it out in one of the vacant rooms of the pub. He purchased a room, and dragged Chance upstairs.



'Yuu arr sho kinddd, Jannn. Fank yu.'

'Your pissed sweetheart.'

'Thigs Allleee. Itt was sho ghud.'

'I'll bet.'

He manoeuvred her into their room and placed her down on her bed. Fortunately she was out almost instantly. He thought about undressing her to put her into her sleeping garments, but thought better of it. Best to leave her as is. He flicked on one of the visuals and, searching through the channels, found some Draxian sport. He usually preferred sports to any news or drama items. At least sports was generally a universal language, whatever the game.



He watched it for a while, sipping on some ale, when a knock came to the door. Getting up and opening it, he was greeted by a male Draxian in his middle years. The Draxian spoke. 'You are Jan Kolby. This is correct?'

'That is me.' The Draxian looked relieved at that response.

'Well, do you have any dealings with the guild while here on Draxos. It is why we assume you have come.'

'No transactions, but other matters.'

'If you have no transactions, we have nothing to discuss.' The Draxian turned as if to leave, but Jan halted him.

'My business is this. Me and my partner want to join the League. We feel we can prove valuable members.'

The Draxian looked at him for a few moments, considering those words, and then finally spoke. 'Very well then. We will contact you here tomorrow. Be ready to leave in the morning.'

'Will do. And I have a friend - a contact in the leaguer. Dak Bluddhook from Arcturia. We are old acquaintances. He can vouch for me, ok.'

The Draxian nodded, remembering the name, and left.



Jan returned to his bed. So far so good. The morning should prove interesting.





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Chance awoke to find Jan's hand on her butt. She pushed it off and looked at him. He was dead asleep. She felt her head and grimaced. Really, it was quite a hangover, one of the few she had experienced. She shook Jan who grumbled, but eventually came to. 'What the fug is the time, he asked. She looked at the wristpad he had given her, and said 11:24, having been taught how to read it.' 'Fuck. Now let me see, that is about mid-morning Draxon time as I recall. Our man should be here soon.'

'You have contacted someone?'

'Last night, while you were drowning in your sorrows. A guild member showed up inquiring if we had business. He is returning this morning some time. So time to shower and shave, I guess.'



Jan got off, went to the Draxian bathroom and relieved himself, and showered. Fortunately a showering system seemed standard for most galactic cultures he was aware of. Most intelligent life was biped in structure like humanity, and many very similar species to humankind existed, especially in systems of earth's quadrant. But in the opposing quadrant which he did not visit that frequently there were indeed some bizarre alien cultures.



After they had cleaned up and were preparing to go downstairs, a knock came at the door. The Draxian from yesterday was standing there, with another Draxian guild member. He spoke up. 'Your story checks out. You can come with us now and our head in this city will assess your suitability for league membership.'



Jan and Chance gathered their backpacks and followed the Draxians.



The vehicle took them to a central city office block and coming into the underground parking, they took elevators up to the 3rd floor. Coming through the doors of the elevators they were in an office environment with computers and people busily at work. The Draxians lead them to the main corner office of the building, knocked, and told them to wait. They left and Jan and Chance stood there, waiting.



After a few moments the doors opened, and they walked inside. Sitting behind the desk was a rather hefty Drax male, with a long scar down his left cheek. He had black hair, not that common for the Drax, as they were pale green skinned, and usually had green or bluish hair, but Jan had seen black occasionally. The Draxian got up from his desk, walked to a side cabinet, and poured a beverage into three glasses. He handed two glasses to Jan and Chance and spoke. 'If you are league material, you will be very rich when we let you retire. But we have a test. Fail it and you don't make the cut. Pass it and you become a full league member.'

'What is the test?' asked Jan.

The Drax smiled, pleased his new offerings were ready for the challenge. 'Nearby to Drax is a competitor to the league, as it were. But we usually rob them blind. Still, the Tekra have a fortress high in the Drz'Kdl Mountains near the northern pole of Tek, were they have much gold. The test is this - steal at least a kilo of Tekra gold, bring it here, and you are in the league. But be warned, many fail the task. The Tekra fight hard often when challenged.

'You'll have your gold.'

'We'll see,' said the Drax. 'We'll see.'





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'What the hell are you doing,' Chance said, perplexed at Jan's activities.

'Trust me. This is the best way into the complex.

'But what is it?'

'Parachutes. I have always had them on board. Never thought I would need them, but now seems like a good opportunity.'

'So what's the plan fearless leader?'

'If the blueprints Tarkan gave us are correct, the complex is guarded on every side but the northern side which goes up to unclimbable mountains. If we land on the northern side, we can climb down and infiltrate the complex.'

'And how do we find the gold.'

'I know the room it is located in. And I have ways of getting around security. Don't sweat it, sweetie. Hey, trust me.'

'Yes, trust you. Where have I heard that before.'

Jan grinned at her sarcasm, but continued putting the parachute on following the ancient instructions. Helping her fit hers, he spoke. 'Well, I will have the ship hover a few kilometres above the northern slopes and then remote it back out to space. It will come and get us when we need it.'

'Well, Chance Kibb'star. Are you ready?'

'I guess. You better hope this works.'

'Hey, what's life without a little adventure, huh.' She grinned at his reply.



After a few minutes the computer spoke signalling they were at the desired range, and so Jan and Chance came to the side docks, opened it up, and looked carefully downwards. 'Here goes,' yelled Jan to Chance, and jumped out. Chance watched him descend slowly, made one of her religious hand signs, and jumped out.



They shot downwards, ever so quickly, and Chance was shocked and a little frightened at the speed they were descending. Soon Jan pulled his cord, and Chance, noting that, pulled hers. They floated down the final few hundred metres and, coming to a snowy ground, looked around to gain their perspectives. Jan touched a button on his wristpad, which gave a directional pointer, indicating the direction they needed to travel in. 'Come on sweetheart. This way. It should take us a couple of hours, but we'll get there. Chance started after him and they began the slow trudge downhill towards the Tekra complex.



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Peering through his binoculars at the complex, Jan was satisfied. All the guards seemed to be on the other sides of the complex. Perhaps they wouldn't have too many difficulties. He motioned to Chance and they slowly approached a wall, made of thick stone.

Chance looked at him. 'Well, how do we get in?'

Jan pulled out his phaser, adjusted the setting and pointed it at the lower section of the wall. After a few minutes cutting, a section had been cut out of the wall, and Jan carefully moved away the stone.

'You first, sweetie. Don't worry, there is nobody on the other side. Motion sensors detect nothing, ok.'

'If you say so,' said Chance, reluctantly getting down on her knees to climb through the hole. Jan soon followed her and on the other side, lighting his torch, they found themselves inside a small room filled with various goods.

'Tekra booty, I guess.'

'What now?' asked Chance.

Jan looked around, but sensing no great valuables inside the room, he made his way to the door. Turning it slowly, and looking outwards, they had come to a long corridor, filled with doors. There were steps at the end of the corridor, going downwards. ' Hey, we are in luck sweetie.' He pointed to the near end of the corridor from them. 'The gold should be in that room. It will have Tekran markings, so we could never fool the guild with our own stuff. They want the real article to prove our skills, so Tarkan said.



They carefully walked the corridor, coming to the room which apparently housed the gold. Jan adjusted his phaser, and began work on the door lock. Soon the door was opened, and they came inside. There were various piles of currency in this room, and some paintings which may have been valuable. But at the end of the room was a wall safe. 'I guess the gold is in there,' said Jan. Chance nodded.



He looked at the safe and, deciding to try the old fashioned way, put his ear against the safe and proceeded to pick the lock. It took him a while, and Chance stood at the doorway looking outwards, but eventually he had picked the lock and opening the safe they came into the safe interior and, to their gratitude, piles full of Tekran gold were lying there.

'Bingo!', said Chance, happy enough. But he was suspicious. It had been too easy so far.

Chance looked at him. 'How much do we need?

'A kilo. Three bars should be plenty. He looked at the gold and leaning down, picked up a bar. Suddenly an alarm shot through the building.

'I wondered why it was so easy,' said Jan. He grabbed three bars of gold, placed them in his backpack and they made a hasty retreat back to the room they had come in from. Closing the door he could hear activity on the staircase and realized they had made it just in time. 'Come on Chance. And hurry for fuck's sake. They could be in here any minute.



The two of them climbed through the hole in the wall, and Chance turned to Jan. 'Signal the ship. Get us out of here.'

'Not yet. We are too close to the complex.' He looked around the range before them and over to the left. 'There,' he said pointing to an outcrop of rock. If we get to the side of the mountain, and climb down a little, the ship will be protected from attack by the mountain.



As they rushed over to the outcrop, shots began ringing. Jan looked back and spied some Tekran's shooting at him. Taking aim with his phaser, he shot back and hit the gun of one of the Tekran's, who dropped it instantly.

'Run, Chance. We haven't got much time.'

'Have you signalled the ship?'

'It should be right below the outcropping. I set it to quick rescue.'

As they came to the outcropping, unfortunately the Wolfklaw was nowhere to be seen.

'What next, bright eyes,' asked Chance sarcastically to Jan, who was looking everywhere for the ship.

'I think, sweetheart, we are almost fucked. They will be upon us shortly.' She looked at him, and nodded. It had been a good life, but if this was her time to die, then so be it. Chance looked at Jan, and spoke.

'You know, Jan. There is something I want to say to you.' But as she continued to speak, her voice was drowned out by the sudden arrival of the Wolfklaw. She turned, saw the ship, and silently thanked her gods. Jan yelled a command into his wristpad, and as the dock opened, laser bolts were blasting into the side of the ship.



They hurried inside as quickly as they could, with the hull of the ship being blasted continually, and Jan ran to the command deck.

'Computer, get us the fuck out of here. And make it now!' he yelled at the computer.

'As you wish, Captain,' replied the Computer.

'The ship quickly turned and, speeding off, Jan looked at the screen noting that the Tekran's were now swarming over the mountain.'

'Will they follow us,' asked Chance nervously.

'Perhaps. But this ship has good camouflaging and cloaking devices. We can hide and get out to space before they will catch us.'

'Let us hope so,' responded Chance.



As the Wolfklaw climbed the Tekran atmosphere, Jan looked at the screen. Still no sign of pursuit. For now they were safe. They had done the deed and claimed their prize.



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Tarkan looked at the gold, carefully examined the markings and smiled. 'Yes, this is Tekran gold alright. And you have 3 bars so I am sure it is at least a kilo. I will do you the honour by not weighing it.'

'Thanks,' said Jan sarcastically. 'So are we in. Are we league members.'

'Yes, Jan Kolby. You and Chance Kibb'star are now league members. We have contacted Dak Bluddhook to verify his knowledge of you. He told us frankly you were a contrary type of individual, but someone who would make a good guild member. So welcome to the guild of piracy, scourge of the third quadrant. For this little treasure you may have a few weeks before we assign you some duties. I will get some of my servants to gain you some living quarters, and they can instruct you on what you need to know. I think, yes, Dalok. He will make a good instructor for yourself and Chance.'

Tarkan pushed a button, and spoke into a microphone. 'Jella. Could you contact Dalok. We have new recruits for him to work with.'

'Yes Tarkan,' responded the voice. 'Dalok is currently in the bar downstairs, so I will go down and fetch him.'

'Thank you Jella.'



Later that afternoon, Dalok had instructed Jan and Chance on much of the interior workings of the League of Piracy. Much of it Jan was already familiar with from his dealings with Dak, but inside knowledge was always the best. They had three weeks to settle into their quarters on the northside of the city. After that, they would have some work, so Dalok told them, with the crew of the 'Black Terror', running the spaceways further into the galaxy in the third quadrant. 'Standard piracy business,' Dalok informed them. Hijacking ships and stealing plunder.



That night Jan was alone with Chance and she asked him the crucial question. 'Well Jan. How are we going to get the crown back? And how will we do it without the league knowing?'

'Now that we are in the league it should be easier to get inside information from Dalok and the others. If we are careful, we might just find out were the crown is located. And then, depending on the challenge, we reclaim our prize.'

'And if it is locked up tight?'

'I know a specialist. A Shadrachian thief who can get into anywhere. We hire him and finish the job.'

'You hope,' replied Chance.

'Hey, have a little faith, sweetheart. Have I let you down yet?'

She smiled curtly back, but was silently pleased Jan seemed to have a plan.





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Settling into their upper level unit of a 3 storey complex of flats, Jan in one room, chance in the other, Jan was sitting one day, watching the visuals, familiarising himself with Draxian culture. Chance was sitting over at the side of the room, looking into a mirror and brushing her hair. Jan felt it an opportune time to ask her some questions which had been on his mind.



'You know, sweetheart. The last few weeks have been really kind of hectic for you I guess. I mean we are from one place to the next, and we have never really had an opportunity to settle for long. Fortunately we have some time now. But one thing has been on my mind. You are young for an Arcturian, Chance. Only 20 human years in equivalent. And you must be, I guess, eager to find a partner or a mate to, you know.'

She looked at him. 'You know what?'

'You know. Mate. Couple. Have sex.'

She looked at him, a little shocked, but after a while nodded, returning to look in the mirror.

'Yes. Yes, that is important to me Jan. But I have lived my life without a partner so far, and I can wait a while, I guess. Besides, I am with you now, and like you as a friend.' She turned to him. 'In fact, I am very happy tagging along with you Jan.'

'That is good. But don't you get the desires. I sure as hell do.'

'Oh, yes. Occasionally. But believe me I can cope with them. All Arcturian's can. I will mate, in time. But for now I am with you, and am happy with that. Please believe me. You offer me something in life which I really can't get elsewhere. Action, adventure, real drama. It is something I only read about in Arcturian stories growing up. But you are the real deal. So don't worry about me Jan. When the time comes for me to find a mate, I will let you know, ok. So don't sweat it sweetie.'

Jan smiled at her last comment. 'Thanks Chance. That is a load off of my mind.' And, silently, he was relieved. He knew the girl would need to mate one day, but the fact that she had chosen him as a living companion for the time being was a solace to his somewhat lonely life.



And, as the week passed, he grew to know her, learning of her upbringing on the Ark, and the mundane life she had grown accustomed to, apart from capturing the droids which had always been something of a thrill. It seemed, despite his own very obvious flaws which he occasionally rebuked himself for, that Jan Kolby, the fabulous Rimwalker, may have been the best thing to happen so far in the life of Chance Kibb'star. And, whatever else, that was at least something positive.





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Dalok looked a bit suspicious at Jan's question, but answered it anyway. 'Well, if you must know, we store our most precious goods at the guild hall in Retak, a city on the northernmost continent of Draxos. It is impenetrable. Believe me, totally impenetrable. We have had some of the Galaxies finest security detailers design the place, and it will never be broken into. Of course, that is important, because wealth is the most important thing for the guild. Lavish, decadent wealth. We are popular and attract new recruits because of what we can offer them. So don't worry, our goods are safe. You can count on that.'

Jan nodded, pleased with that information. He now assumed, given that the guild likely had the Sigmorius crown, that it was located at the guild hall in Retak. Getting it back would not be easy, but he already had a head-start. As a guild member he may be able to infiltrate further into the guild hall in Retak than he otherwise might be able to. That just, and just, might give him the edge. If he was to get the crown back, which had been his goal all along, and joining the league being the way to achieve it, he would need any edge he could get.



They sat drinking in the bar at the ground level of the guild hall, were Dalok drank frequently. Chance was over by the side of the bar, playing a video game which she seemed to be becoming quite adroit at. They had a small games console back at the flat which she was now addicted to which did make Jan realize that she was still something of a youth and had led a sheltered upbringing on the ark to some degree. But good luck to her. If she enjoyed these games, that was a positive. He felt it would teach her good eye-hand coordination if nothing else, which could come in handy one day.



'Well, Jan. I have got to get going. Business for Tarkan and the guild tonight. But I am enjoying our drinking sessions, and you always ask the most interesting questions. I shouldn't answer half of them but, heck, you are in the guild now. I know I can trust you.'

'You sure can,' replied Jan, his insincerity lost on the mildly intoxicated Dalok.



Dalok got up and left and Jan continued drinking his ale. The league had given him a reasonable income, and he would own the flat on the northside of the city after a year if all things turned out well with his work. He had even considered simply staying with league anyway, as its perks were actually quite good, and Draxon was starting to become something of a home, Jan rarely staying anywhere long, now getting used to the place. But, no. The crown was his prize. And the rim beckoned. The rim - the galactic rim - home of the illustrious Rimwalker. He could never leave the life it offered, no matter the prize.



Walking over to Chance, he looked down at the screen and yelled at her to shoot one of the aliens, but she ignored him, having learnt the game for herself.



The next two weeks passed and as Jan got to know Chance even better, he learned more and more of the internal operations of the league. When the time came for him to claim the crown, he would be ready. Whatever else he would be ready.





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Dalok introduced Jan to a Draxian pirate, well into his middle age, dressed all in black. 'Jan, this is Kal Shandray, captain of the 'Black Terror'. You have been assigned to his command for standards raids in sector G7 of the third quadrant. He's an ornery sort, so watch what he says.' Jan offered his hand, but Kal just looked at it.

'So, tell me lad, how are you in a fight. If things get sticky, can we rely on you.'

'I can handle myself.'

'And your partner,' inquired Kal, looking over Chance.

'She'll be fine. She is a survivor, like myself.'

'If you say so. Well, we are leaving port tomorrow night, so best get a good night's sleep. Meet us at the dock around mid-day and I will introduce you to the crew. Now, Dalok. You still owe me a round you dog. Well, get to it.' Dalok, obediently, signalled the waitress and ordered a round of drinks.



Casually chatting to Kal Shandray, Jan was immediately struck by the Captains bawdiness, even more so than his own. He swore frequently, and was very authoritarian, but he seemed sure of himself which would have to be important.



Later that night, Kal and Dalok leaving in a vehicle, Jan came over to were Chance was resting on the side of the bar, and gently woke her. 'Time to go love. We leave on our first mission tomorrow night, so we will need a good night's rest. We could be away for a few months, apparently, so get anything you need in the city tomorrow. You might want to visit that Arcturian shop again, see if there is anything you want. I will pay if you don't have enough money.'

Chance nodded sleepily, and got to her feet following Jan to the vehicle outside. As they sped along back to their apartment, Jan thought on his new life as a space pirate. He would have to practice with his phaser tomorrow morning to brush up somewhat. He could be in need of it shortly. But, hopefully, from what Shandray was saying, they usually robbed easy targets with little defence, so he may not see any action. But he would have to be ready just in case.



They arrived back at their apartment and Chance had fallen asleep in the vehicle. He didn't want to wake her, so picking her up he came to the security doors, punched in his code, and came to the elevators and made his way up to their apartment. Placing her on her bed when back inside he looked her over. Really, for an Arcturian female, she was blossoming, and he felt a stir in his loins looking at her. But he controlled himself, put a blanket on her, and left the room. When his mission was over and he claimed his prize he could have all the Arcturian female flesh he could possibly desire.





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The following morning Chance came out onto the balcony, were Jan was shooting his phaser at tin cans. 'What the hell are you doing Jan,' she asked. 'Practicing. I may have need of these skills on the 'Black Terror' if we are to board ships. You never know when close combat could be involved.'

'Right,' she said, yawning and sipping on a can of soft drink. Jan continued for half an hour, shooting at cans on low beam, mainly to practice his aim.

'Doesn't that Phaser have an aiming mechanism.'

'Yes, it does. But it is unreliable. You can program it carefully and often it still fucks up. Too many unpredictable variables for it really to deal with. Manual is the safest way to go, especially out on the rim were the action can be intense.' She nodded, taking in that information.



Jan continued shooting at cans all that morning and when Chance had arrived back from the city with a bag full of items, they were ready to leave.



'Remember Chance, we will be onboard the ship for months. So you won't have clean air to breath most of the time.'

'Hey, I was born on the Ark remember. We only ever had recycled air.'

'Yeh, I know. But I figured you may have been getting used to life on Draxos which won't be like the ship. Your body might need some time to adjust.'

'I'll be fine.'

'Just letting you know, ok. Now, apparently there will be some harlots for the men onboard the ship. Shandray assures me you will be fine, but also told me to keep my eye on you. So be careful with the men. You're attractive lass and they are pirates. So keep your wits about you.'

'Thanks for the compliment,' replied Chance, smiling at him.

'Think nothing of it. Well, if you are ready, we best be going. I have put our luggage in the transporter, and we have to be at the dock at mid-day according to Shandray's instructions. So if there is nothing else.'

Chance followed him as they made their way down to the basement parking were there transporter was located.



As they sped there way through the city heading for the spacedock Jan thought on Chance and the male pirates onboard the 'Black Terror'. With a name like that they were probably not that friendly, especially considering the nature of their captain. He would have to keep his eye on Chance, perhaps at every moment.





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Chance looked at her sleeping quarters on the Black Terror. She had been assigned a bunk in the 'ladies' quarters, were the harlots slept. Apparently no male could go so long out at space without some loving attention, and a Draxian as well as three other females from various species met the males on the ships particular needs in that area.



Chance, being religious, had scruples to a degree about promiscuity, as reflected in Landoria's strict upbringing in terms of morality by the Ark's inhabitants. She knew Jan really had no such ideals but, despite and perhaps because of that she felt attracted to him. He was rogue. She knew that. But she had grown to love him over the last couple of months and would stick with him even in spite of his flaws. Because of this she felt she would be alright bunking with daughters of the night. Perhaps she may rub off some good values onto them.



She returned to the main deck, were Jan was sitting at a table, talking with Dalok who was about to leave. Jan and Chances initiation period had come to an end, and they were now expected to live the life of the guild. If they came back from this mission successful, they would receive a portion of the goods taken, and be rested for their next mission. This was pretty much the life of a space pirate, so Dalok maintained, apart from the odd special mission which the guild visited upon more experienced members. 'You never know,' said Dalok. 'Prove a boon to the guild and you might get some tasty missions. But you will have to show your worth.'

As they pulled away from Draxos Chance looked at the screen showing the disappearing planet. In a strange way it had become home, and she would miss it. But that couldn't be helped. She was with Jan for many reasons, but if they could reclaim the Sigmorius crown, the money it would bring of which Jan had promised her a substantial cut could, in the end, afford her a life on Arcturia which she could only have dreamed about previously. And so, despite the current circumstances, she would grin and bear it and get on with her responsibilities.





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They spent three weeks travelling from dock to dock, occasionally staying overnight, but usually to gather food and information from various guild outposts. When they had gotten some useful information from Gartonias 6 in sector G5, Kal ordered a change to their original destination, as a new lead looked promising. A nearby system was having a great celebration to mark Unification Day when three of the major powers of the system united to form the greatest alliance the planet had known. And apparently there would be busy space-faring around this time to import various items for the celebration. 'We may not get much gold,' commented Captain Shandray, 'but I have a hunch they may have something the guild will find very useful. If they are importing the stuff for the festivals.' But he would not say more than that.



A few days later they hijacked their first ship, which was enroute to Telkonias, the home of the festival. Jan and Chance were both in the boarding party and Jan managed to shoot, set on stun, one of the guardsmen of the ship when they had docked abruptly and boarded it. Fortunately, checking for life signs, the guard was only stunned, Jan reluctant to kill on this mission. But the other pirates had no such convictions, and the ships three other guardsmen were killed. The captain did not know the guardsman was only stunned, so congratulated Jan on his kill. Jan did not pretend otherwise, but locked the guard's body in a holding cell when he had the chance, in case he woke.



The captain was pleased with the haul. As he had suspected, the ship contained, amongst many other celebratory items, the powdered element Curantia, which was commonly known to humans as 'Paradise', for the extremely powerful ecstatic effects it had when mixed with other basic drugs. Curantia was one of the rarest elements in the galaxy, and it was prized. Every culture liked 'Paradise' and the captain was overjoyed to find a supply being shipped to the festival on Telkonias.



'Well done men,' he praised, when everyone was back on board the Black Terror. You have done well. And Jan, Chance. You both showed aptitude. The guild will be well pleased with you.' Jan nodded. He had been lucky this time, to get away with his blunder, but it had worked out for the best. But he would have to be ready next time, as they were not heading home yet, but were continuing to there original mission.



Later that night he sat with Chance, and they both enjoyed the small amount of Paradise mixed with some Draxian liquid they had been given. Jan lay on his bed, totally zonked, staring at the ceiling. He was high alright, and as the night passed, dreams of naked Arcturian women filled his head.





26



Out in sector G7, were the Black Terror was headed, the spacecraft Ravensclaw was sending out a distress signal. But to no avail. The final member of the Ravensclaw tasted bitter death, and the entity which was an emissary of its homeplanet on the other side of the Galaxy, took control of the ship, and plotted in the co-ordinates for a nearby system to gather some supplies before heading home. The entity was a Dronganite - an electricity based life-form, which had the ability to become solid when necessary. It was almost like living light in some ways. They were, usually, not given over to the darker side of life Dronganians, but there were renegade elements in that society, some of which were seeking galactic conquest. They lived on a system near Drongan, an early colony which had been abandoned due to the planets harsh climate. But the renegade Dronganians, whose cultic leader assured them of their destiny to rule the galaxy, had been populating madly and were settling some of the uninhabited planets of the first quadrant. Nobody really payed much attention to the apparent threat of the Dronganians, but they were passionately pursuing their agenda, and believed one day they would rule the universe. Presently a number of operatives were working in the third quadrant in work similar to the guild of piracy - slowly acquiring wealth. With money their leader assured them they would rule. It bought loyalties, and land and other assets when necessary. However they achieved their goal, money was necessary. So in this phase of the renegade Dronganian society, raid and plunder abounded.



Unfortunately, for Jan Kolby and Chance Kibb'star, they were headed for a rendezvous with this particular Dronganian which would cause something of a setback in their own plans. Quite a setback.





27



Chance sat with Trim Wannabe on the edge of her bunk, chatting about life. Trim was the Draxian harlot, used by half a dozen of the crew to satisfy sexual urges. And did she have some tales to tell.

'Ohh, Chance. You really must taste man-flesh. You will realize the hypocrisy of your religion when engaged in what life is all about. Believe me my dear.'

Chance had heard the persuasions of Trim to give up her virginity before, but had ignored them.

'But don't you feel dirty? Used? Landoria tells me that is how all harlots feel deep inside.'

'Oh, Chance. The religious always say things like that. But they don't know what it is like to take a man's organ into their mouth and delight when he comes.'

Chance blushed. Trim often talked quite brazenly.

'You know your partner, Jan. You should offer yourself to him. I have seen the way he looks at you. He won't say no, sweetie. Believe me.'

'Jan! I don't think so.'

'What is wrong with him?'

'He is a human for beginners.'

'Oh, from what I know your species are compatible. I have even met offspring of Humans and Arcturian's.'

Chance looked at him, surprised. 'Really? We can mate?'

'You produce pale greenish children when you do.'

Chance nodded, finding that most interesting. 'But no, I couldn't. Not Jan. He looks after me. It wouldn't be right.'

'Never say never, sweetie.'



In the main command deck, Captain Kal Shandray was steadily consuming some Draxian ale, boasting of all his grand achievements. He had claimed Jan as his prize to tell all his tales to and Jan, still somewhat sober, sat listening to all his fabulous tales of his 30 years in the league of piracy.



Kal had been an orphan; problematic since his youth, in and out of jail, and when the league had beckoned he had taken his opportunity with open arms. And in the 30 years he had been in the league he had lived a life of pure rebellion, a renegade in a job perfectly suited to him. He was currently recalling his last adventure in space were, supposedly, despite Jan thinking it a fiction, he blasted his way through 2 gigantic dragon-like creatures, breathing fire, to claim the egg they were hiding, a prized delicacy. Jan really felt the story more fiction than fact, but it was fascinating anyway.



Later on, as Kal was becoming increasingly drunk, he recalled details from that encounter in reference again, but with strangely differing details which led Jan to conclude on his assumption that Kal Shandray was a fabulous storyteller, which in fact he was.



They eventually claimed sleep and, as the night passed, the ship steadily entered sector G7 and its destiny.





28



'It should do.' Commented Kal Shandray, in response to the space-cruiser on their screen. 'It seems to be going solo, so we should have no problems from any other backup ships. Get ready to dock.'



The Black Terror, with its extremely hi-tech tractor beam, a long part of guild piracy tradition, put a hold on the ship the 'Ravensclaw' and, lining up docks, began their terror activities.



Coming inside, though, they found nobody present, which was extremely alarming. After a quick search for the ship Captain Shandray made the statement that the ship was likely on automatic, and that any plunder it had would be theirs. Surveying the holding docks they were in luck. About 50 bars of Gold, various currencies and some minor jewels. Quite a catch. Kal looked at Jan and Chance. 'Ok, you two. You want to prove yourselves. You stay on board this ship, and we will maintain tractor beam hold and tug you back to Draxon. The ship itself could come in useful for the league. It looks pretty advanced and is the kind of ship we use.'

Jan nodded. An opportunity to prove himself he thought.



The crew returned to the 'Black Terror' and Jan and Chance remained onboard the 'Ravensclaw'. The 'Black Terror' fixed its tractor beam hold and they started to make their way back to Draxon.



'Well, this was easy,' said Chance. 'We have hardly seen any action, and we already have goods to bring back to the guild. They will think favourably of us, don't you think Jan?'

Jan nodded and opened a can of beer. 'Let's hope so.'



As the ships sped along approaching light speed, suddenly, without warning, there was a huge jolt, and the hold of the tractor beam was shattered. Then surges of electricity pulsated through the Ravensclaw, it slowed down, turned around, and shot of back in its original direction. And, without warning, shot to Warp 8 Light Speed to lose the Black Terror for good.



Chance looked at Jan, but all he would say was 'Fuck!' What had they gotten themselves into?





29



The Dronganian surveyed its new hosts. Human and Arcturian by the looks of it. It could kill them - that would be easy. But, perhaps, no. Perhaps it would simply enjoy the pleasure of their company on the trip home, and kill them then. He could entertain himself watching their primitive behaviours.



Jan looked at Chance, signalling defeat, and she responded with a frustrated look of her own. Initially they had tried Contacting the 'Black Terror' but none of the communication instruments seemed to work. And then they found out that nothing really worked on the control deck and that they were now hostages to a ship which somehow ran itself. But why the oxygen? Queried Jan constantly. And why the seats? Why would an automated ship need these things?



After 3 days of endless travel and finally conceding defeat, they had both concluded that they were likely headed somewere and would do something when they arrived. For now they would simply sit it out and wait.



They found food and drink supplies as well as bathroom facilities and mostly kept themselves busy playing the various card games Jan had acquired in a lifetimes pursuit of gambling.



When they hit Warp 17, which Jan assured Chance was about as fast as any solar-star ship had ever travelled, noting the shuddering of the ship, Chance asked Jan wether the ship would hold together. Jan informed her that at the current speed they could make the other side of the galaxy within a few weeks and that unless they were headed for Andromeda or some other galaxy, the ship should last the distance.



Assured of her safety, Chance spent a lot of time watching the screens as the various star systems whizzed by from time to time. Wherever they were headed, she had time to learn something of space travel, and inquired into Jan's knowledge of the Galaxy and how ships got around. She found out that in the more central systems of the galaxy travel could become very complicated with the higher level of traffic and the great sense of diplomacy and protocol. Apparently inner systems felt themselves the true representatives of the galaxy and the systems right near the centre often called themselves galactic royalty. But nobody rim-wards really cared. Paths between them did not cross that much and life went on regardless.



However, as the star systems came and went and, according to Jan, they neared the centre of the galaxy were the stars were a lot thicker, Chance wondered what it would be like to meet some of the inner citizens of the galaxy.



Humans had a colony on a central planet of the galaxy, which a confederation corporation had paid for at an exorbitant price to establish a physical presence in the humdrum of galactic life. Technically it was still owned by the corporation, yet thousands of shareholders and other interested parties had purchased land there to live the high life of the galaxy, and 'New Terra' as it was called was gradually becoming humanities most envied location for living. Jan had been once, sussed it out, and left impressed with the sheer quality it offered. It was the upper of upper class planets, and he now well understood why it was sought after so much.



As the weeks passed Chance grew in more and more knowledge of galactic life, Jan telling her all he knew, and as they passed the centre, heading into Quadrant One, they both sensed that perhaps now they were nearing their location. The wait should be over soon.





30



Chance was the first to notice as the ship gradually slowed down from Warp 17, gradually coming right down to Warp 1 and soon into impulse power. Jan looked at the screen. 'We are well into Quadrant 1 by the looks of it - about two thirds from the centre rim-wards. But don't ask me were exactly - its an enormous galaxy.'

'How many planets are there in the galaxy, anyway?' asked Chance.

'Various estimates. There are a heck of a lot of uncharted ones. But we know of about 1,000 intelligent species who are now space-faring and around 100,000 oxygen based planets, most of which are now settled or colonized. But there are millions, probably billions of dead planets. Some of them are mined, but there are a number of terra-forming operations going on many of them to gradually make them habitable. Back in Earths solar system Mars is now completely liveable on, but it was a dead planet to start with.'



As the days passed, they saw coming onto the screen a planet in the system they had entered. Gradually they drew closer and closer to the planet and, finally, Jan announced, which Chance had already assumed, that they had reached their destination.



And, suddenly, they were in orbit of the planet, sitting there for 3 days. On the fourth day they noticed a ship approaching and when it had docked, and the doors were opened. 3 creatures, humanoid in shape, looking as if there bodies were made of light, came on board. Jan and Chance stared at them, but the creatures ignored them. One of the creatures spoke and shortly afterwards electricity surged from the control panel of the Ravensclaw and another of the creatures now stood before them.



Chance quickly made the connection. 'He was piloting our ship. Wasn't he?' she asked Jan, who simply nodded and said probably. He picked up his translator and turned it on and suddenly the conversation between the creatures came alive.



'.....has good supplies, and some good gold. I felt it worthy booty for the sector and should prove a good boon for our goals.' The creature who had been aboard their ship seemed to be the one speaking as far as Jan could tell.



'And these two,' said one of the creatures, pointing at Chance and Jan. 'Why did you bring them?'

'Entertainment. Nothing more.'

The creature looked at Jan and Chance, surveying them. 'Mmm. They might come in useful. We can always use new slaves. These two look strong. Some of the families might want them. Bring them.'



Without warning Jan and Chance were shoved into the holding bays of the Ravensclaw. Shortly afterwards the ship was guided downwards to the planet and about 2 hours later they had been brought into a large complex near were they docked on the planet. Jan still had the translator turned on and nobody seemed to be trying to take it from him, so he listened intently.



After a conversation between two of the creatures in the building they had been taken to, one of the creatures looked at the translator and then spoke to Jan. 'Human, aren't you?'

Jan nodded.

'You two are slaves now. It will be a life of servitude, but we will feed you for your work. Occasionally, if slaves work hard, they are freed. We are not barbaric you see. Just fit to rule.' Jan looked at Chance. They had been reduced to slaves. Things it seemed could not get much worse.



31



They began their life of slavery for the house of Jak'takr, one of the official families of Trago, the home planet of the new house of Drongan, so they were dutifully informed. The Royal house of Sha'kar, which was the settling house of their first Emporer, who claimed the vision for the new house of Drongan to conquer the galaxy, ruled the other houses, and all paid tribute to them. Apart from the Royal house and the officially recognized families were a number of other drone families who usually served the official and royal family as servants. But the lowest class of all were the foreign slaves of which class Jan and Chance were now members. Somehow the two of them had been mistaken for man and wife, which was an important part of Drongan culture, and they had been sent everywhere together, even given the same living quarters.



The house of Jak'takr were one of the more senior of the official houses, having a great deal of contact with the Royal house of Sha'kar. Jan and Chance soon found out that, as they were a leading house, like the Royal house especially, all news centred around their growing empire was treasured. They had settled 107 dead planets within their sector and were gradually terra-forming them. But the real deal, so the Royal family maintained was the day of liberation when, having amassed as much galactic wealth as they could, they would engage in war with other sentient galactic communities in the overall goal of New Drongan culture - galactic conquest.



As the weeks passed, though, and despite the official front the house of Sha'kar maintained, from Jan's observations it seemed very few, apart from the Royal house, really believed in the conquest of the galaxy which had once been a dream amongst the community in its formative years. Firstly, most realized that conquering every other species, some of which were just as potentially warlike as their own, would be extremely difficult. And secondly, as their empire had grown, and through the wealth they had amassed, many were now seemingly content. It had been a vision once, but had diminished. New Drongans were generally satisfied, now, with their lot.



Occasionally, also, they received news from Drongan itself, which was a far older community. Drongan had an empire of around a dozen settled planets, and were far more passive than the renegades who had left them. But apparently, so he was told, Drongan's looked fondly on their offspring these days, and as time had passed, so some of the members of the house of Sha'kar told him, unification with old Drongan seemed to gradually be becoming a reality. And unofficially Jan and Chances house of Sha'kar pursued that aim, with the occasional diplomat guest from old Drongan.



Their lives as slaves were, fortunately, quite basic. Chance had been assigned to the kitchen and cooked food and occasionally served. Jan worked in the stables were horse like creatures were kept and also had to cut wood with a primitive axe from time to time, in keeping with Drongan tradition. When Drongans materialized in hard light form, their bodies took on properties similar to other cultures and they were sensitive to things like food and pain, heat and cold. They did not really go to the toilet like other species, but often exuded waste material from their outer shell, or burned it totally when going into electric form. Although they did not do this unless they had too as it could be tiring unless near a source of electricity to recharge them.



As an official house, the Sha'kar dressed lavishly and after one years service in the kitchen, Chance was promoted to handmaiden to one of the senior ladies of the Sha'kar. As that work progressed, Jan and Chance started assuming that they would likely be in the service of the Drongans for the rest of their lives and settled down to life together, seemingly as husband and wife. But despite them sharing the same room, they were yet to mate. Jan respected Chance, and Chance was waiting. Soon, though, she might approach him. She had grown to love him now, quite strongly. And he was a cornerstone in her life she really needed in this exile. The Drongan's themselves treated them well but it was still made certain they were slaves and nothing more. But Jan was like her, in the same situation, and as the second year passed and the third began Chance began to think she had found her life-mate.





32



Chance found Jan piling up wood. Most of the day had passed, and evening had descended. He would be free to do what he wanted soon, and Chance's lady was away for a few weeks, not having called upon her assistance. Finishing his work, Jan came over to her and gave her a peck on the cheek. Chance smiled.

'Come on, Jan. We are eating in our room tonight.'

'Why not the kitchen.'

'Oh, you'll see.'



Jan followed her inside, past the kitchen, to their slave quarters. They had been moved recently to a better quality of room, mainly because, so they had been told, they had faithfully served and were proving useful slaves. Their new quarters were quite a bit larger with nice decorations and a good large bed which they both shared.



As they ate a special meal which Chance had prepared, Jan caught her looking at him often. Eventually he queried what was on her mind, but all she would say was 'Just wait.'



When they retired for the evening Chance came to Jan's side of the bed and helped him with his boots. But she did not stop there, which was the norm, but proceeded to unbutton his shirt, all the time looking into his eyes. Jan was not a stupid man. After a while he knew what was on her mind and concluded something. Perhaps this was her time. Apparently she had chosen him as worthy and he himself loved her now, knowing no other for so long.



They were both passionate that night - extremely passionate. And in the morning, Chance resting in Jan's arms, she knew she had made the right choice. Jan had been sensitive at times, but dominant when he needed to be. Really, for her first time, he had been the perfect lover. And lying there, resting in his arms as he dozed, she felt she had found the love of her life. And, in spite of their captivity, things felt right in the world for Chance Kibb'star.





33



In a very real way, Jan and Chance were now married. They'd had a long time together before sexual relations, and had grown to respect each other because of it. But Chance, who now fussed over Jan even more than before, whispered from time to time that they should make their togetherness official. Jan was a little reluctant as, despite his captivity, he was still somewhat used to his roguish 'Rimwalking' ways. But, if love was ever to come into his life, he would perhaps, having gotten to know her, not chosen many other than Chance Kibb'star. She was still quite gentle, rather than naïve in how the world worked and he found in her a feminine quality sometimes absent from some of the tougher female humans he had known. Really, she could perhaps make the perfect wife. And then when, in discussion about Arcturia, she mentioned that the pale green skinned Arcturian's Jan talked about were likely the result of Humans mating with Arcturian's, as she had been informed by Trim Wannabe onboard the Black Terror, Jan concluded that if they were compatible for mating, marriage was reasonable.



And so, in a private ceremony, and before a figure Chance had made to represent the higher power who they took their oaths before, promising to be loving and faithful to the other, Jan and Chance wed and became, officially, man and wife.



From then on Jan was a little more cautious about Chance. Careful to respect her properly and show her love. He brought her flowers often, a strongly human tradition, and caressed her when they were together. And, as the fourth year of their activity commenced, Chance had an announcement. As far as she could tell, with the growing bulge in her stomach which Jan had also noticed, she felt she was pregnant.



Later that night Jan laughed. 'A father. A freaking father. Still, his own dad had been one, so perhaps it was not that unexpected. And, looking to the heavens, thinking on that higher power, he grinned a little and gave a silent prayer of thanks. Perhaps life was not so bad after all.





34



About 7 months after Chances announcement, with a Drongan maid to help deliver the child, Chance gave birth to their first child, a son. They spent 3 weeks deliberating names until in a naming ceremony they named the child Kalan Rance Kolby, named after both their fathers. Jan loved Kalan, a great deal. He felt, often he saw his father or younger brother in his looks, and Chance commented that he was definitely of her own family. As the child grew over the next two years, to Jan's 35th birthday, it became apparent that Kalan was in the mould of his father. Roguish but with a good heart.



At four years of age Kalan would be excused from work till he turned 7, when he would be given minor duties. Until then he was free, and wondered around the ground of the Jak'takr homestead often, the Drongan's themselves unbothered by the young child. Once he fell down the main well of the homestead, and Jan and Chance were up all night looking for him until Jan heard faint yelling coming from the well when he passed by it. The child had trod water for hours, and was exhausted, but had survived clinging to the side of the well.



After that, Chance was ever so careful with him, fretting over his every move, but Jan just said Kalan was a Kolby, and trouble would be expected. But this did not dampen Chances concerns.



And then came the announcement. The Emporer would be visiting the Jak'takr homestead soon, to take part in the official four yearly new Drongan sporting games taking part in the city nearby the Jak'takr homestead that year. This was the major sporting event for New Drongan, and the Emporer had decided to make the Jak'takr homestead his home while the games were being run.



With that announcement Jan and Chance were informed that they would be kept very busy in the weeks ahead, and that Kalan needed to be kept under wraps.



The Emporer arrived one sunny afternoon in the middle of summer, and despite the fuss made over him, he seemed a very down-to-earth and casual sort of a Drongan. Very relaxed, it seemed, and in touch with his rulership.



The Emporer liked the outdoors and Jan helped him often mount the steeds the homestead kept. The Emporer began asking Jan questions about humanity and his origins, ever anxious to increase his knowledge, so he commented to Jan. And during the three weeks before the games started, Jan, despite himself, found himself coming to like the man.



And then the games started and the Emporer was kept busy each day, while Jan and Chance went about their daily routine.





35





In the fourth and final week of the planetary games, Jan was summoned by the Emporer to an event, a shooting event, on the outskirts of the city. The competitors had been using something similar to the phaser Jan had owned, but Jan honestly felt that he could shoot more accurately than any of them. And having commented as such to the Emporer, the Emporer decided to put him to the test. When the event was over, the winner was brought forth and targets were set up. Jan would compete with the victor in the best of three shots with a standard Drongan phaser, and a new winner would be declared.



Jan found the phaser difficult to use at first and lost the first round. The Emporer eyed him, but was interested still in the outcome. And then, getting used to the phaser, his old dead eye returned, and he shot the next target from 300 metres directly in the centre - a bullseye. He was lucky with the third shot, and then had been declared by all the winner.



Being presented before the Emporer, the man looked at Jan and said 'What prize could we possibly give a slave,' to his entourage. There were various comments and then, the Emporer stepping forward, looked at Jan. 'Jan Kolby. You are a man's man. I grant you your freedom for your heroic display. You and your consort are free to remain here in New Drongan, but may leave if you wish. Well done brave warrior.' Jan nodded, smiled and picking up the phaser walked over to the shooting ground. 'Freedom' he thought to himself. It was almost something he thought he would never taste again. He had been on New Drongan for 7 years now and it had become his home. To be free - to be free again to follow his own destiny - he was almost not sure what he would do with it.



Later that day, when the Emporer excused him, giving him a letter with his official seal to present to his house, Jan returned home and presented the letter.



And so, gathering Chance and Kalan and some possessions they had acquired, they made their way to the spacedock and, entering the ship they had been given and with a number of gold bars they had also been given, they took to the heavens.



Chance, looking at the screen of New Drongan as it disappeared behind them, looked at her husband. 'Were to now, brave adventurer.'

'We will see. We will see. But I have an idea of our first port of call.'



And so, the Ravensclaw which had been returned to them, sped onwards, heading slowly for the centre of the galaxy.





36



Kalan looked at the screen and yelled 'home'. Chance smiled and Jan nodded to Kalan. 'Perhaps, son. For a little while.'



On the screen in front of them, as Jan had informed Chance in the preceding weeks, was coming into view 'New Terra', humanities most prestigious centre of wealth and the current destination for the Kolby's. It was home to wealth - great wealth. And, perhaps, in the fortunes of the Kolby's, their ticket to a new and better life.



The gold they had been given would feed them for a few years at a stretch, but Jan had let Chance know he had an idea in mind for gaining some wealth on New Terra and, if that failed, their final alternative.



When the landed on New Terra and came to the home of Radnick Darkthorn, who was something of an uncle to Jan, not so much blood, but close to his father, Jan informed his family that Darkthorn may be able to help them out. He was a wealthy businessman working for the corporation who owned New Terra and had been his father's best friends in their early years.



When they arrived Radnick welcomed them and, hearing their dilemma, asked Jan if he wanted to work a regular job and provide for his family that way. He could find him work in the corporation if he was interested.



Jan and Chance talked it over and thinking of Kalan and his future agreed to Radnick's idea. Radnick had just divorced, and while his children visited him often, he was presently living alone. As such, and to help the Kolby's start their new life, he suggested they live with him for a while. The Kolby's agreed to this and, after a few weeks settling in, Jan began his new work in the corporation.



He started low, but when he turned 37, he had risen to a mid-level position in the corporation, mostly involved with imports to New Terra from other systems. Jan could handle the work without too many difficulties and now that Kalan was in school it looked as if the bravest adventurer of all, the fabulous 'Rimwalker' had been domesticated. This did not bother Chance, who enjoyed the settled and stable life of luxury on New Terra, but Jan had the itch in his genes and, finally, at 38 spoke privately with Chance.



'The Sigmorius Crown!' she exclaimed. 'You cannot be serious. Do you know how much trouble chasing that thing got us into?' He looked at her and smiled. 'Hey sweetheart. What is life without a bit of adventure?'



And so, reluctantly, and having heard Jan's plan, Chance agreed to follow him back to Draxon for one year at most in an attempt to reclaim the prize they had originally sought. They felt it best to leave Kalan with Darkthorn, who had grown used to him, but Chance, who loved Jan and knew what he really was, needed to be with her husband and knew it no place for a child.



And so, a few months after Jan turned 38, they took the Ravensclaw, full of provisions and began their trek. Out to the rim again. And back to the life of adventure.





37



Yelt Trandolin was anything but a typical Shadrachian. Natives of Shadrach were, if anything, noteworthy for their sense of honour. But Yelt was a different type of Shadrachian, one in the rogue class of Jan Kolby. Yelt had worked in his younger years in security divisions of various galactic corporations and had risen to be one of the top workers in the field, especially with his acute mind. But, when offered a contract by the league of piracy, he had slowly and inevitably turned to a life of crime, as dividends were so much higher.



Jan had met him in his mid-twenties and they had struck up a friendship. Jan's work in those early years had been traditional bounty hunting and otherwise treasure seeking. He had not really been a thief by trade, but ran in circles which encountered such characters. And through someone who he had been bringing in on a bounty, he gained an introduction to Yelt Trandolin.



It was Yelt, so Jan believed, who would be the key person to help him crack the security details on Draxon were the league would have stored the Sigmorius crown. Yelt would undoubtedly give him insight and clues and, if he could be hired for the windfall when it arrived, he would go a long way to ensuring success.



Chance found Yelt a smooth-mannered and polite Shadrachian and Yelt, despite Jan's proclamation that he and Chance were attached, came onto Chance often. Eventually Chance let Yelt know her and Jan were sort of married with a child and Yelt backed off. But he remained charming and Chance found herself liking the fellow.



The plan was this. When they got back to Draxon, Yelt would hire a room in a hotel on the northern city on the continent of Draxon were the guild hall in which the crown was located. He would monitor the complex and with the information that Jan could provide once he, hopefully, became re-established with the league, they would go from there. Like Chance, Yelt gave Jan one year to finish the job. Jan promised both of them that a year should be more than enough - but was worried anyway. They would have to be careful, perhaps even more so than before, because their disappearance on the Ravensclaw would certainly be remembered and look suspicious. But Jan felt, as bizarre as it may sound, a story something akin to the truth might just work. Chance had pictures of Kalan, and using them as evidence, they might just re-enter league hierarchy without too many problems.



And so, as the Ravensclaw drew closer to Draxon, the mood was good onboard that, if they were successful, the galaxies greatest riches would be theirs.





38



'Believe me Tarkan, it was hell. If all those years under Drongan slavery taught me anything it was to value freedom. And the freedom of the League of Piracy is what I missed most, so now I am back.'

Tarkan eyed Jan Kolby, still a little suspicious, but when one of his drones handed a printout containing various details of the New Drongan Empire taken from their planet-wide data-network, Tarkan concluded that as bizarre as it sounded the story seemed to check out.

'And this Kalan,' began Tarkan. 'Where is he?'

'With his uncle on New Terra. And here are some photos,' said Chance, handing Tarkan some photos of Kalan Kolby.

Tarkan took them, looked them over for a minute or so and compared them to Jan and Chance before him. After a while he spoke up.

'Yes, he does look like both of you. And he is pale green skinned, indicating human and Arcturian parents. So, I guess your story seems to check out. We had concerns, you know. From memory Shandray told me that he didn't think you would have been able to break the tractor beam like you did and that some other party may have been involved. So, considering that, yes, I guess you can have your guild places back. But you will be again starting low - you'll have to earn your place.'

'No probs,' responded Jan. 'Tell me, can we have our old accommodation back?'

'Shouldn't be a problem. Actually, your stuff is probably still there. We have a great number of places around the city which we only use occasionally. Oh, and the Wolfklaw. It is still in spacedock. I felt you might want to know. We have had no real use for it, but felt we would hold it for the time being.'

Jan grinned. The Wolfklaw. Now that brought back memories.

'Ok,' said Tarkan. 'Settle in. Get used to life here again. Do those things you need to do. We will assign you some work soon enough. Oh, and finally, glad to see you back. You always seemed a promising recruit.'

Jan smiled, nodded and left, Chance following.



Strangely enough it was still Dalok who accompanied them to their old apartment and, funnily enough, all of their belongings which they had not taken aboard the Black Terror were still there.



Jan spent an afternoon out at the 'Wolfklaw', taking it for a successful short flight, and reminisced about old times. It was good to fly her again.



Settling back into life, Jan gained more information he needed and sent Yelt to live in Retak on the Northern most Draxon continent of Stuxal. From reports Yelt sent him regularly, Jan found out that Yelt had made a number of surveys of the guild hall, analysed the diagrams Jan had managed to obtain carefully from his new connections in the guild, and had begun formulating a plan.



After three months back on Draxon, with only Jan sent on a minor raiding mission which lasted one week, they were ready, so they felt, to go for it.



Yelt had gotten all the information he could from Jan and from his own detective work about the interior set up of the guild. It was really, now, a one man job. If Jan, with his guild identity, could gain access to the guildhall and enter the interior of the building and then find some time alone, he may just successfully, with Yelt's planning, claim the prize - if it was still there.



They planned carefully, as carefully as they could and then got lucky. On the second mission Jan was sent on they claimed another Imperial prize - a set of royal goblets from a star system which were deemed of great value. So much so that they were ordered to Retak and Jan, as casually as he could, asked if he might join the party to Retak to simply visit the city as he had never been. Tarkan seemed a little suspicious, but agreed nonetheless. And so it was now or never. To avoid suspicion, Chance would remain home, but when he could Jan would meet up with Yelt in Retak and then would get to their business.





39



With Dalok who had been assigned to transport the goblets to the guild hall, they got to the city and Jan asked if they could taste some local food before going to the guild hall. Dalok was a bit reluctant, but agreed nevertheless. They found a pub, and through Jan's constant persuasions, stayed late into the day so that Dalok agreed to spend the night in the pub and visit the hall sober in the morning.



During the night Jan met with Yelt. They went over all the details both were aware of, confirming the exact layout as best they could of the hall. The real key to success was the cloaking device which Yelt had supplied for Jan. Theoretically, he really should not be visible, but rather a vague sort of shadowy light, which would not be immediately obvious. If he got inside the guild hall with Dalok, and found some time alone, with the other tools available to him, he should be able to enter the main storage area and hopefully find his prize.



The following day Dalok was hung-over and said they would spend the night at the guild hall. Jan had been given a lucky break.



The security, indeed, on the outskirts of the hall was incredibly tight, motion cameras and all sorts of other technology everywhere. But, inside, no real problems. There were the occasional guard stationed here and there but, for Jan, it seemed that if you actually got inside the hall you were assumed to be a league member and thus deemed no actual threat.



That night, Dalok snoozing, he took to his long awaited task. He still remembered what the crown looked like and if it was here and could be found, he would find it.



He spent about 2 hours wearing the cloaking device, investigating the large complex until he came to large steel doors which seemed to be were the main goods of storage were held. Strangely enough they were closed by simply a turning wheel and, turning it slowly, he opened the doors and closed them behind him. And then, bingo.



The room he found himself in, seemingly, housed every possible treasure known to galactic civilization. Gold, jewellery, precious metals, currencies and artwork from all the major civilizations. And various other important commodities seemed to be present. He was almost persuaded to simply grab what looked most valuable and have done with it, but no. The Sigmorius crown would likely be one of the most prized items.



He glanced over the room and spied, right up the back a small hallway in the centre of the wall. Walking over to it, his torch lit up, there were several drawers which, when opened, seemed to contain particular items which, perhaps, were deemed the most valuable of prizes. After 10 minutes of searching through them he was about to give up when, suddenly, looking in a drawer he had already looked in just to re-check, he picked up an object which, looking at it, seemed very much like his prize.



But it was covered in grime, as if it had been used a lot. Spending a few minutes cleaning it off, and then looking at it in the light, he smiled. Oh yeh. It was the Sigmorius crown alright. He had found his prize. Praise the gods.



Placing it in his satchel, and returning things the way they were as best he could, he retraced his steps and, upon returning to the sleeping Dalok, silently thanked the gods again. Twice in one night - Chance would be pleased.



He contacted Yelt on his mobile call-phone, confirmed the capture of the item, and laid in bed that night, happier, perhaps, than he had ever been.



They spent much of the following day at the hall, talking about this and that, when finally, leaving, and Jan breathing a sigh of relief, started their journey back.



When he got home he came to Chance, smiled, and pulled out the crown from his satchel. 'Sweetheart, we're rich. Bloody rich.' Chance looked at the crown, grinned and hugged him.

'And now?' she asked.

'Now, as carefully as we can, we ditch the league and head for Arcturia. I have a long delayed appointment with certain royals. And then, if the reward still holds, one Billion Arcturian credits, and a lifetimes wealth.'



Jan held the crown, grinning, and Chance again hugged him.





40



'Dak Bluddhook. Now how the hell are you going, old pal.'

Dak looked suspiciously at Jan Kolby. 'Back in town, huh. Haven't seen you in these parts for a while. What brings you back? And I thought you had joined the league?'

'Oh, yeh. I joined the league. However they released me recently for commendable service. I am now retired.'

Dak nodded, but still looked suspicious. 'So what brings you to Arcturia?'

'Oh, my partner. She is Arcturian, and misses home. You know how it is. I dare say we won't be here very long; just a bit of seeing her family and some sight-seeing. We'll be gone practically before you know it.'

Dak nodded. 'So how is life with you Dak?'

'Oh, you know the life of a pirate. It has its highs and lows. But, truth to tell, the league has recently offered me a retirement as well, and I think now is the time to take it. I am not getting any younger you know.'

'Ain't that the truth. Well it was good to see you Dak. I am not surprised running into you here. Figured you'd show up eventually.'

'Yeh. Where else, huh.'

'Well it was great seeing you, but I have business. Catch you next time.'

Dak nodded, and took another sip of his beer.



Coming to the vehicle out in the port, Chance smiled at Jan.

'So you wanted to rub his nose in it, did you.'

'You know I couldn't say anything. The league would have tracked me down for sure. I think they assume I just made off and left - sick of it. Still, in New Terra I don't think we will have to worry ever again about the League of Piracy.'

'Let's hope so,' responded Chance. 'And now can we go visit them? You did promise.'

'No worries.'



Coming back to the 'Wolfklaw', which they had reclaimed, giving the Ravensclaw to Yelt, along with a substantial cut of gold from the Billion Arcturian credits they had claimed, Jan set course for the Ark. In fact, meeting the royals, he managed to keep a long overdue promise and mention the Ark to them. The ambassadors of the Royal family told them that it really wouldn't be a problem for the residents of the Ark to return home now. Times had changed. The old ways had virtually disappeared. They would be welcomed back.



And so, arriving at the Ark, Chance reclaimed her old family friendships and, upon receiving the good news of their forgiveness, Landoria who was still alive agreed that the rebellious ones could now return home.



They stayed on Arcturia until the Ark residents had settled back in, but Chance was now eager to see her son, and the Wolfklaw soon set sail for New Terra.



The trip home was generally uneventful. They played a lot of card games, Jan instructing Chance on the finer art of cheating and getting away with it, which Chance carefully observed, despite her religious scruples. On board they were carrying a ship load full of gold and other gems, as well as various currencies common to the galaxy as well as details to some of their deposits in Arcturian banks. They were now wealthy - extremely wealthy - and the galaxy was at their feet. Whatever else, Chance felt her son Kalan's future would be now well looked after.



They arrived back in New Terra just shortly before Jan's 39th birthday. They had been gone about 9 months and, just before arriving, Chance shared with Jan the news that she was likely pregnant again. Jan just smiled - could things really get any better.



Kalan was overjoyed to see his parents, and both noted how he had grown so much in the short time. He had been doing well at school and Darkthorn's wife, who had returned to him, seemed to dote over him every possible second, almost like a child of her own.



When Xadina was born, the Kolby's second child, all seemed well in the world for Jan and Chance Kolby. They had purchased a home near the Darkthorn's and while Jan didn't really need to work, Chance had encouraged him to do something, so he had been successful in gaining re-entry into his prior position.



When he turned 40 Jan Kolby, the illustrious Rimwalker, was generally satisfied with life. Things had gone well for him eventually, after many trials and tribulations, and with Chance in his arms one night, looking up at the stars, sipping on a beer, he asked, 'What does the future hold, my dear?'

'God only knows,' she responded. 'God only knows.'

And Jan laughed.