Lightwave: Nexus Station: Folding Space Series, #0.5
By AM Scott
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Trouble in all the wrong places…
Katryn of Cygnus knocks Tyron Phazeer off his feet—literally and figuratively. She's got the net security skills Lightwave Fold Transport needs, she's killer in a fight, and as a bonus, she's beautiful.
Katryn's been burned more than once—is Tyron and his job offer too good to be true? And does she really want to work and live in space? But her choices disappear when her past catches up to her.
Trying to escape the mercenary troop chasing Katryn through Nexus station, she slips into a hidden corridor used only by station maintenance personnel. Tyron knows those passages are controlled by a shady group known only as Nexus Below, and now, Katryn's got trouble above and below.
Can Tyron help Katryn escape her enemies? Can Katryn learn to trust Tyron? Find out in Lightwave: Nexus Station, a Folding Space Series prequel.
Both the Folding Space Series and the spin-off Quantum Fold Series, are complete and ready for binge reading!
AM Scott
After twenty years as a US Air Force space operations officer, AM now operates a laptop, trading in real satellites for fictional spaceships. AM is the author of the Folding Space Series, starting with Lightwave: Clocker and the Quantum Fold Series, starting with Quinn of Cygnus: Lift Off. AM is also a volunteer leader with Team Rubicon: Disasters Are Our Business, Veterans Are Our Passion. If not out adventuring, find AM in all the usual places: Website: www.amscottwrites.com (sign up for my newsletter for exclusive content!) Twitter: @AM_Scottwrites Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AMScottWrites/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/amscottwrites/ BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/am-scott Email: am@amscottwrites.com I love to hear from readers. Please consider leaving a review. I don’t buy a book these days without reading a few reviews, so it’s truly helpful.
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Lightwave - AM Scott
Lightwave 0.5: Nexus Station
Copyright © 2017 by AM Scott. All Rights Reserved.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review. This book may not be used to train AI, large language models or other similar models. Pirates may be thrust into the massive black hole of Andromeda without further warning.
Cover designed by Deranged Doctor Design
Developmental Editing by Julia Huni
Copy editing by Nick Bowman
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
AM Scott
Visit my website at www.amscottwrites.wordpress.com
First Printing: Oct 2018
Lightwave Publishing LLC
For my sister, fellow author Julia Huni. She’s read everything I’ve written, from my first completely awful book to the last.
Thanks, Sis! You’re the best!
Contents
1.Chapter 1
2.Chapter 2
3.Chapter 3
4.Chapter 4
5.Chapter 5
6.Chapter 6
7.Chapter 7
Lightwave: Clocker
Acknowledgments
AM Scott Biograpy
Chapter one
BartBlaster: MaxxDrive is a Klee humper!
Tyron laughed. He kind of agreed with the sentiment, even if it was extremely improbable in real life. Anyone in merc-hack could crack a username faster than O2 shooting out a holed hull—they got here by hacking and stayed only if the merc-hack consensus agreed they’d earned the right. But publicizing entire companies’ merc-net usernames with their legal names, all their aliases, histories, companies, and ships?
Tyron shook his head. MaxxDrive exposed a whole bunch of airlock skeletons—he’d better fly far and fast. Taking a blind fold to an unmapped system would be safer. And it might be the only place left for him to hide.
Leaning back in the shuttle’s pilot seat, the creak and sigh of the ancient chair comforting and annoying in equal measure, he considered MaxxDrive. Exposing any merc company working for Galactica was bad enough—they’d be out for blood.
Hadron’s Horde? They were the worst. As Galactica Corporation’s main bully-boy, the Horde’s power and money were practically limitless. Sure, Galactica could cut them loose or cut them to pieces at any time—they’d done the same to multiple merc companies before—but taking the Horde on right now? A losing proposition.
GryphonTriumph: MaxxDrive deserves a medal! A Klee medal for best humping ever!
ClippedWings: MaxxDrive is no Klee humper. MD is a real hero. The Horde are Klee humpers.
Tyron laughed with real humor. MD’s legion of supporters, like GryphonTriumph and ClippedWings, protected, helped and hid him using every trick in the hacker’s manual. But with entire fleets of mercs after MD? His days were numbered, and not in light years.
If Galactica Corporation itself started looking? Tyron grimaced. They’d find him. Or them. The latest theory said MaxxDrive was a codename for a coalition of beings, a group dedicated to weeding out the worst of the universe’s predators. And that might be true. Was almost certainly true.
Might not be a ‘he’ either, or a human, even though the public profile claimed both. Whatever MD was, Tyron was firmly on ClippedWings’s side, even if he couldn’t afford to take a stand. Not with the target already on his back.
He’d love to meet ClippedWings IRL—he was pretty sure CW was a human female like she said—but CW lived in the core, so it wasn’t likely. Tyron shook his head, ruefully. Arguing, discussing, and debating with CW was fun, but these days, crusading for MD took all her time.
MD needed the help. The MD Hunters tracked him relentlessly across several species’ net domains, even some non-oxygen breathers’. Why did the non-oxy allow access? Most of the time, non-oxy and oxy just didn’t mix—not enough in common and no real competition for resources. They even used a different system to fold space—while oxy breathers understood the mathematical theory (or some of them claimed to)—no oxy breather survived non-oxy fold.
Plenty of them tried—and died.
Non-oxy didn’t tolerate the unauthorized or unpaid use of their net either. Tyron shrugged. Maybe MaxxDrive paid for access. Credits bought a lot of protection—but staying bought? Tyron’s mouth twisted. Didn’t usually happen.
MaxxDrive lived on borrowed time. Maybe MD thought the same, because his profile was gone. Even the net shadows were deleted, from some very obscure servers. For all intents and purposes, MD no longer existed.
Tyron sighed and stretched, his coarse aramid armor rasping against the worn pleather of the pilot’s seat. None of this mattered—he hunted another mythical creature.
Nexus’s Security Forum should be the perfect hunting ground. Interesting topics and speakers, all the latest gadgets and gizmos, myriads of experts, lots of job seekers, but so far, not what he needed. Not yet.
He logged off merc-net, closed all the screens tiled across the main display in front of him, disconnected the shuttle from all external net access except the required shuttle-to-station status, and strode to the shuttle hatch.
Before entering the airlock, Tyron activated his personal armor and scanned each status screen. Everything clean and green; all systems go. He’d check no matter what, but with a price on his head and no one to watch his back, he double- and triple-checked. Leaving the shuttle made the back of his neck itch; watchers lurked everywhere in Nexus Station. He wasn’t worried about the pros; his bounty was too small a reward for the risk.
No, it was the lone wolf that he worried about: someone with a personal stake, someone desperate, acting on the spur of the moment. Most of them stood out among the pros here for the Forum, but he wasn’t perfect, and Nexus was crowded and chaotic at the best of times. The Security Forum upped the population and danger.
Unfortunately, he had to go out. He’d advertised their net security position, but the resumes coming to his inbox? Substandard, too inexperienced, or bigger bounties than his—for good reason. The few beings he’d interviewed in person either lied on their resumes or they shouted danger
to him. Women, men, non-humans, none of them were the right fit for Lightwave’s net security position. Or for Lightwave’s crew—his family.
Exiting the shuttle and engaging all the security measures, Tyron wove his way among the crowds in Nexus Station, alert and wary. Even way out here on the far end of the cheapest docking arm, opportunists were plentiful. His nose wrinkled. The scents, stenches, and sounds of a hundred different cultures, worlds and species hung heavy in the air, despite sound bafflers, the station air handlers, and the cleaning bots scurrying about on the mottled brown plas floors.
A child approached his six, reaching out a hand, and Tyron spun, his back to the bare cerimetal station wall. He glared. The kid met his eyes for a split second, then veered off, whistling nonchalantly. The wall at his back moved: Tyron sprang away to his right, away from his shuttle. Three quick steps, and he turned back toward the now-open wall. Nobody there. The unmarked access panel closed with a faint whoosh, leaving an odd, earthy scent behind.
He snorted and continued toward the central hub. Standard distraction snatch and grab—send a diversion, then try to pull him through an unexpected doorway. If this was the best they could do, he was pretty safe.
But he wasn’t anywhere close to safe and he’d better remember it.
Nexus Station itself didn’t help: a lopsided spiral of docking arms, creating a maze of corridors and passageways, in a plethora of colors, with unexpected nooks and crannies, and lots of hidden panels and access points behind the public ways.
Nexus boasted a bigger-than-usual criminal element—lots of pickpockets and bully-boys, sex workers and drug dealers—if you wanted something illegal in your home system, you could get it here.
And Nexus Below? Reportedly ruthless.
Transients clogged the corridors, helping and hindering his passage. Vendors, legal and otherwise, hawked their wares, increasing the noise and confusion. Groups of young beings, separated by species, stood at intersections, looking for opportunity or trouble.
Entering one of the cross-arm connector courts, Tyron saw four small humanoids cut a Sagittarian away from her herd for a few seconds and cut the strap on her hip bag, sauntering off with their spoils, the Sagittarian oblivious to the loss. Hopefully the bag was for show only, but there was sure to be ear-splitting hoots and whistles when the theft was discovered. If he’d been close enough, he might have tripped one of the