Wednesday, March 9, 2016





Unfortunately, the damage was done and before long word of the strange doings aboard the J’ol Cash reached the lovely ears of Venatora.

After spreading a several fistfuls of bribe money about she obtained a very good description of the young lieutenant whose arrival had caused such a stir aboard the Imperial ship.

“I knew he was the law,” she told Marta, her El Segundo. “And he’s clearly hiding something.”

Although Marta was as big and muscular as the other Zabanya guardswomen, her features were more delicate – her face heart-shaped, with a beauty mark at the left hand corner of her lip.

“But that doesn’t necessarily mean it has anything to do with our business, does it Ma’am?” she asked.

“I’m probably being paranoid,” Venatora said. “But if it weren’t for paranoia, one of my royal sisters would have killed and eaten me long ago.”

“I’ll try to find out more, Ma’am,” Marta said. “But it’s difficult. The Imperial sector of the port is under the tightest security our spies have ever seen.”

“Even more reason to suspect that Sten is the Emperor’s man,” Venatora said.

The pirate queen reflected a few moments. Then a smile of pleasure lit her ebony features. 

“All that Imperium X,” she murmured. “I’ve dreamed of a chance like this since the night Melipona crept into my room with murder on her mind.”

She chuckled. “She didn’t know I’d been tipped off and was waiting behind the door. Pillows stuffed under the blankets. Such a simple, almost childish trick.”

Marta laughed. “There was nothing childish about the knife you used on her, Ma’am,” she said.

“No, not at all,” Venatora said. She drew a long, bejeweled blade that dangled from the slender golden chain belted about her narrow waist. She turned it this way and that, admiring how the light rippled along its surface.

“The last of your rivals, Ma’am,” Marta murmured, reflecting on that long ago memory.

“Oh, there will be others,” Venatora said. “The hive is already reaching its limit. We need to expand – and expand quickly – or I’ll have a whole army of envious princesses at my throat vying to rule my Himmenops sisters.

“And to expand on the scale I’m planning we need money. More money than we’ve taken in during my whole career chasing the crumbs the Eternal Emperor leaves scattered about.”

“We’ll have an entire space train of crumbs, won’t we, Ma’am” Marta said, enjoying the little joke. “Nearly two hundred kilometers worth of Imperium X for your war treasury.”

Her lips twitched and Venatora thought the movement of the beauty mark was enchanting.

“Indeed we will,” Venatora said. “But we don’t want to fall into the trap of underestimating the Emperor. He’ll have a plan to deal with those mutineers.”

Venatora flipped the blade end over end, snatching it from the air with a flourish. “Mutineers.” She shook her head in mock dismay. “Oh, how that must gall him. Traitors in his own service. He’ll want their heads.”

“But the mutineers are demanding amnesty, Ma’am,” Marta said. “If he wants his Imperium X back he’ll have to let them live.”

“That’s our hole card,” Venatora said. “We must make the mutineers believe that no matter what promises the Emperor makes, he won’t keep them and that he’ll kill them the first chance he gets. Of course, to convince them otherwise, he’ll have to send his very best man.”

“And you think this Lieutenant Sten might be that man?” Marta asked, looking doubtful. “He’s so young.”

Venatora gave a low, throaty chuckle. “Deliciously so,” she said. “However… there was something about him. Something…” And she let the rest trail off.

Marta sniffed. She’s jealous, Venatora thought. How charming. She knew if she just touched Marta, the woman would melt. Such was her power over all her warrior women. And then she wondered if she would have the same effect on Sten. 

Her heart fluttered. If she was honest with herself, she’d have to admit he had a definite effect on her.

She shook herself. Enough of that.

“Very well,” she said, all business once again. “If we can’t get past Imperial security in the little time we have remaining, then we’ll have to get them to come to us.”

“What do you have in mind, Ma’am?” Marta asked.

“A black marble,” Venatora replied. “We just need to find the best place to drop it.

“…Then see where it rolls out.”



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