Warrior's Blood: The Warrior Chronicles, #2

By Shawn Jones

On Mars, Cort Addison, his eleventh great-granddaughter Kay, and his gray wolf Sköll seek only two things: the freedom of Kay's son Rand, imprisoned on Mars for a crime he didn't commit, and to be left alone.

 

As they prepare their own colony on Mars, new enemies stand against Cort and his family. The ensuing conflict liberates Mars from Earth oversight and leads to the founding of an empire. But before it's over, the Ares Federation will lead humanity onto the galactic stage.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: M82 Books
• Release date: Aug 5, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393186199

Shawn Jones

Shawn Jones was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma. He now writes in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains, where he lives with his wife. An avid outdoorsman, he enjoys fishing, camping, hiking, and sailing.

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One

Aeolis Colony, Mars

Well Kay, what do you think? the tall man with the scar asked his eleventh great granddaughter. Cort Addison was quite different from the woman he was speaking to. He was nearly two meters tall. She too was tall, but that’s where the similarity ended. He was nearly 260 pounds, whereas she weighed over a hundred pounds less. He was a thick, muscular man, and she was lithe, almost elvish. In Cort’s time, he would have said she needed to ‘become intimate with a cheeseburger or two’. But now, with the nano-synthetics, all humans remained thin. The synthetics helped human bodies to process food more efficiently. Given to children at birth, they regulated everything from metabolism to blood pressure.

Cort had synthetics too, but not like those of the rest of humanity. His were a new kind, developed by his granddaughter to give him some, though not all of the benefits afforded by the metal based nano-synthetics. Bio-synthetics were not metal based. They healed injuries faster than their counterparts, but took longer to reproduce and consumed more energy. On the upside, because his bio-synthetics were not metal based, he was not susceptible to most modern weapons, which targeted the metallic synthetics.

Kay also had flawless olive-brown skin. Cort’s was anything but, with a myriad of scars, from a small burn on his hip to the long scar transecting the left side of his face down to his chest. Modern humans had no body hair other than on their heads and pubic hair. Cort had a light beard and hair on his arms and legs.

"I think it is perfect. We have plenty of room. We will never fill it all. Even if the rest of the family joins us here as you hope, we have room for thousands.

I do not know why you insist on so much security though. The nearest person is nearly eight thousand kilometers away."

Kay, I would rather have it and not need it, than need it and not have it. Especially with me going to get Rand. Not only will you be alone, but once I get him, they will come for us.

I am hardly alone, Cort. Sköll is perfectly capable of defending me. The big gray wolf heard his name and walked to Kay’s side. Once Cort’s only companion, clearly he was now hers. And Cort wouldn’t have had it any other way. He killed as many of the security people that night as you did.

Cort had come three hundred and four years into the future only to find that all canine species had been wiped out by a mutated flu strain. When the ‘top-siders’, as he called them, saw Sköll, the security team immediately tried to take him from Cort. They were all dead, several with their throats torn out. But two members of the team who made first contact with Cort had survived. Clare Gaines, Kay’s daughter and Cort’s twelfth great-granddaughter, and John Wills, an archaeologist whose fascination with Cort and the things in his cavern superseded all other considerations.

I know that, but if they come in numbers, you have to fight too. Can you do that? Cort asked.

After what that man tried to do to me, and what they did to Rand for helping me, yes. I do not want a disruptor, though. I want one of your guns, Kay said as she remembered the man who had sent her into a near catatonic state for so long. He had tried to coercively mate with her. When her son Rand walked in, Rand ended up killing the man. It should have been an open and shut case of defending his mother, but the political influence of the man’s family led to Kay’s son being banished to the Mars colony at Oxia Palus. It should have been a new start for him, but upon arrival, he was immediately imprisoned by the colony governor, a man related to Rand’s victim.

I’m not sure that’s a good idea. If you shot in the wrong direction, you could compromise the atmospheric integrity. That could lead to a lot of problems. Not to mention, if they took the weapon from you, it would be problematic on a lot of levels.

Then teach me how to make sure that does not happen.

How about I start training you a few hours a day, then we can reassess it, Cort offered.

Then, start now. I want my son back.

Oxia Palus

The troop ship will be here in twenty-one days. I’m still not sure we’re going to need them, Dave Keen said. You may have used up a lot of favors on a bad hunch, Steve.

I think not. Thirty people we know are loyal to us is never a bad bet. The second colony being occupied changes things. We are not the only influential people here, now. Dar Sike’s people have a lot of clout on Earth.

—

Aeolis

Two weeks later, Kay shot Cort twice in the chest and once in the groin with a .45 caliber Colt.

What was the last one for? Cort asked as he rubbed his chest. His FALCON suit had dissipated the impact of all three rounds, but he still felt them. The black carbon nanotube suit didn’t even show the impact sites. Picking up the distorted rounds from the floor, he took the moment to rub the other impact site as well. What the hell was I thinking, giving her a weapon?

To remind you that I know what is at stake. Kay cleared the weapon and reloaded the rounds missing from the clip. Now when are you going to get my boy?

There’s still the matter of their disruptors. My suits won’t fit you, and it will take a while to make one that does. I’m not even sure I can.

Cort, how is it that I just shot you in the dick and you still do not know me? Kay asked.

What do you mean?

I have recognized the weakness in the old style synthetics since the first day I met you. And you were not the first test subject for your bio-synthetics. I was. I reprogrammed mine to stop replicating, then slowly filtered them out as I replaced them with the kind I made for you. She saw the surprise on his face. Their disruptors will not do... what is the phrase? They won’t do shit to me. So my only worry is them having a prowler on hand when they show up, and that is not likely. There will be some risk. And you have minimized it a lot by teaching me how to use your weapons. Between this sidearm and an AR, they will not take me alive.

I don’t want them to take you at all. But you made your point. No risk, no gain. He thought about the synthetics again. I’ll say this for you, you’re one tough broad. Okay, let’s get the rest of the sensors up and get my transport online. Then you and Sköll can have a few days to yourselves.

Two

The Aeolis site was originally a backup site for the colony at Oxia Palus. If the main colony had a catastrophic event or was otherwise unusable, the Aeolis site would serve as a bug-out location to rebuild from. As such, it wasn’t set up quite the same as the main colony. It was much more ‘survival oriented’ than the other site. Not Spartan by any means, but much more utilitarian.

Once Cort decided to leave Earth, the sizeable Addison Trust, a fund started by Cort’s family in the twenty-first century to help prepare for his arrival in the twenty-fourth, acquired the back-up site from the Atlantic Alliance, which governed the Mars colony. Kay’s father Dar, back on Earth, had been sending them everything he could think of since then. The best part was they didn’t even have to unpack. Each transport vessel was designed to land and be permanently connected to the existing structure like a train car. Once in place, each one became a part of the colony itself. Once squares were built from the arriving freighters, Formvar domes could be built over the courtyards to create outdoor spaces. If Kay or Cort saw a specific need, they would request it from Clare or Dar, and it would be on the next launch.

Such was the Mars Environment Reconnaissance Vehicle included in the shipment that had arrived that morning. The MERV was able to cruise over ten thousand kilometers on a single charge. At least this one was. Dar knew it was unlikely the colony at Oxia Palus was going to part with anything once Cort made his presence known, so he had doubled the battery power on the vehicle. With the given terrain, and utilizing auto-pilot, it would take Cort almost six days to arrive at his destination. But the vehicle was perfect for his mission. Designed for four passengers, it had plenty of room for the gear he would need to rescue Rand, as well as any other contingencies he could think of. The size of a pickup truck from his own time, Cort felt like he was driving a pressurized four wheeler. But on another planet. Without roads. As soon as they had landed and set up secure communications with Earth, Cort told Dar and Kay what he intended to do. They changed out two cargo loads and sent the modified MERV and other gear he might need.

—

Cort parked the MERV behind a low ridge to the north of the Colony. Suiting up in one of his two CONDORs, he checked his weaponry and began to scout the perimeter. He had wanted the HAWC suit, but its sheer size would have made both transport and use a problem. At about ten meters tall, the Heavy Armor Warfare Component suit was just too big for the corridors in some parts of the colony. The COmbat Nanotube Defense OpeRations suit wasn’t armed with a railgun like its big brother, but Cort had hand weapons that should suffice for the extraction he planned. At just larger than a standard atmospheric suit, Cort was still able to operate the MERV reasonably well.

The detention center where Rand was held was on the outer edge of the structure and originally Cort had intended to just break out the back wall to retrieve Rand. But Kay reminded him that Mars’ atmosphere would kill Rand in seconds. That meant Cort had to go in through the front door, so to speak. Once Rand had a pressure suit on, Cort could carry him away from the colony to the MERV. He walked around the southern and western edge of the colony structure and placed several small charges according to the facility diagrams he had. Once in place at the airlock nearest the cells he believed Rand to be held in, he detonated them.

—

What the hell? Chief Rhodes said as he heard multiple alarms coming from the environmental control computers. Something is glitching. It has to be. Every external sensor in sector three just registered the exact same breaches in the exact same types of panels. It has got to be a glitch. Kill the alarms and get a tech to the first node they all share.

Yes, sir. Should I notify Governor Taps? his subordinate asked.

No. Clearly they are not breaches. It appears to be systematic. Just get the tech there ASAP. What is that? Rhodes asked about a separate alarm that sounded.

Uh... Airlock activation in sector two. Outer door is sealing now. Did we have someone outside?

No. This is not right. Get me video of that airlock. When the video came online, the inner lock was unspooling. Holy Gods. What is that? Get security to that area! Then send tech teams to every one of the breaches. I am calling the governor. Ah, this is going to be bad. Lock down all the airlocks except for those the techs are using. And monitor them. And keep a vid on that thing! Do not let it out of your sight! Aw, hell.

—

Kim Point was jogging the outer perimeter when she turned a corner and saw a nearly two-and-a-half-meters-tall black figure walking through the airlock. It held a long weapon that didn’t look like a disruptor, and while the face was completely obscured by its helmet, Point sensed that whatever or whoever was inside the suit was not here to say hello.

—

Cort activated his HUD map of the colony and broke into a jog down the corridors, turning left and right as the Head-Up Display directed him. There were two guards at the main door to the detention center. Raising a disruptor pistol, he fired. He was prepared when they were not affected. He holstered the disruptor and lifted the Multiple Ammunition Tactical rifle from his chest. Sorry, boys. he said, This goes one of two ways. You tell me where Rand Gaines is, or I kill you. Your choice.

The closest man raised what Cort recognized as a high power prowler-type disruptor. It was capable of immobilizing or neutralizing a target, even if they were wearing a protective tunic such as the guards were. The weapon was completely ineffective against Cort or his CONDOR suit. Thumbing his MAT to the standard setting, Cort’s first round removed the man’s head. He turned to the other guard, What’s it going to be?

The second man was nearly in shock. Cort needed to bring him back. He wrapped the fingers of his powered armor gauntlet around the man’s neck and lifted him off the ground. "You now have two new options. I can hold you here until you run out of oxygen, or you can tell me what I want to know."

The man was still looking at his partner’s body when he choked out, He is not here. He is in the max security area.

Where is that? Now. Cort demanded as he put the man down.

The man pointed and said, Inner section. Corridor five. He looked up at Cort and said, Who are you?

A soul banished from Hell. Cort turned and ran as the colony map on his HUD updated.

—

He is human. Or at least he speaks our language. He killed one of the guards at Detention One. Decapitated him. Chief Rhodes told Steve Taps. The Governor was not pleased to be awakened at four a.m., but his displeasure only grew worse when he found out the outer walls had suffered no less than eight separate breaches and there was a madman running around in the colony.

Where is he headed? And how did he decapitate a guard with a disruptor? Taps asked.

It was not a disruptor. It was some sort of high powered projectile weapon. He is headed toward you, sir.

Bloody hell. A projectile weapon in a colony? How the hell did that get here? Wait... Did you say he is headed for me? No. He is here to get Rand. It is an Addison. Order a Prowler team to the max area! No restrictions!

Yes, sir. No restrictions?

Steve Taps thought about what was happening. If only I had called the reinforcements in sooner. No, Keen, I most certainly did not overreact, now did I? So Dar, you sent someone to get your grandson. But how did you get that kind of weapon? Has the Addison Trust developed something off the books? Something from your time capsule? Never mind. He will not get through my Prowler team.

—

Cort got to the corridor where Rand was being held and found it filled with men in bodysuits that looked similar to his FALCONs. They were all pointing weapons at him and fired at the same time. The combined energy from their Prowlers was absorbed into his own CONDOR suit, and from there it arced to the walls of the corridor, causing lights to flicker and go out. In the darkness only Cort could see, thanks to his suit’s sensors. Thumbing a second type of ammunition from the MATs dual round clip, he fired one explosive shot into the man at the center of the group.

—

Sir, the Prowler team appears to all be dead. No movement whatsoever. Rhodes said.

Taps felt the icy grip of fear. Dead? All of them? Oh gods. What will he do when he sees Rand?

He has breached the max cell, sir. Instructions? Rhodes asked. Sir? Sir?

—

Cort activated the CONDORs external lights to give his grandson sight. Neither of them was prepared for what they saw.

Rand was tied naked to a hard bed. Clearly he had been tortured. He was also malnourished, because even with synthetics, he was bruised and one arm appeared broken. Can you put this on? Cort asked as he cut the ropes binding Rand. He then laid a pressure suit next to him.

Rand saw the giant suit, and for the first time in months, felt actual hope. I think so. My arm is bad. I will need some help. Who are you?

There will be time for that later. For now, just know that your mother sent me.

Mom? Rand struggled into the suit with Cort’s help. How did you get here? Where is she?

Later. Right now, get the suit on. I’ll be back. Don’t leave this room. Understand?

Yes. Rand began putting the boots on one-handed.

Outside in the corridor, power had been restored. Cort looked into a security camera. Guide me to the Governor or I will kill every man, woman, and child in this colony. Do you understand?

Yes. Rhodes said over the speakers in the corridor. He is in corridor three, two rings inside of your position. I will mark the door for you. Please do not hurt anyone else. Gaines was the Governor’s grudge. Not something the rest of us wanted.

Send someone to help Rand suit up. And get him some fortified food. Now. If he is hurt, I will kill you all. Cort turned a corner and headed for the Governor’s quarters.

—

I’m going to enjoy this, Governor, Cort said after he bent the door off its hinges. I’m going to enjoy this very much.

Taps was standing in a corner and had wet himself as the door folded backward into the room. He held up a disruptor and fired it. Cort crushed the weapon while it was still in the man’s hands. When he let go, the metal was wrapped around Taps’ fingers, which were smashed and bleeding.

"It is unfortunate, but where I come from, we are much more adept at torture than you are. And I am more adept at it than most. I once read a psychological