In the Shadow: Book Two Sandes Chronicles

By Louise Crouch

In the Shadow is the second book in the Sandes Chronicles and follows Aedan Cassio’s journey from bounty hunter to Osirian rebel.

Thanks to Aedan Cassio, Deuc Alion and Hunter Dios opening fire on the Etarian Militia, the Administration has fallen and Kyran Zernito the rebel leader is now presider over all Osiria. The Jump Codes are in his clutches; but Zern is obsessed with fulfilling a prophecy to find the one true Osiria in the hopes of uniting Osiria.

The rebels are facing their own threats, political sabotage, a terrorist threat in the name of Venom and a rioting population thanks to the Etarian sanctions. Osiria once seethed with corruption, now the Oddworlder system is on the brink of imploding.

Aedan returns to Asar and is drawn into the Osirian cause. Kegan Capare is declared dead. Aedan must adapt if she’s going to survive.

Deuc must mend his mistakes and contend with the ever tightening of the strings that hold him to Zern. Aedan brought Chaos with her, how could Deuc keep her safe?

Hunter Dios is finding his feet in the political undercurrents that undulate through the Osirian rebels. Any moment the rebel leader could ransom him back to Etaria to lift the sanctions and save his people. Hunter better earn his place.

Egil Luan, the redhead rebel brawler, and Zern’s military commander promised Deuc Alion she would protect his brother and his Kardia-Mar, however she deems necessary, unless that is, they stand in her way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Louise Crouch
• Release date: Mar 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9780648548454

Louise Crouch

I love all genres of fiction mixed with a healthy splash of romance. I enjoy writing speculative fiction and historical western romance.Titles for the Sandes Chronicles (space opera):"Under the Light" (releasing 2019)"In the Shadow" (releasing 2020)"Until the Dawn"(releasing 2020)Titles for Historical Western Romance:"Even Spinsters Need Company" stand alone novel (2016)Belles & Boots Series"Hammer & Lock; A Texas Romance" Book #1 (2017)"Ruby's Texas Ranger" Book #2 (releasing 2019)When I’m not spending time with my family , I fill my time refusing to acknowledge my late thirties by stumbling through the latest fitness fad, writing numerous lists, or cheering on obscure sporting interests.I hope you enjoyed reading my work as much as I enjoyed writing them. Feedback is always welcome.Thanks for stopping by....

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Chapter 1

Aedan Cassio ground her teeth as the black wings of the Arion scored the ashen atmosphere of Asar. The ship banked low over the dust filled basin of the Great Lakes, where quagmires separated abandoned mining settlements and the discarded corpses of the poor. As the surface approached, worms burrowed into Aedan’s gut. The last time Aedan set foot on the capital planet of the Osirian System, scars of her past had been avenged and scars of her heart added.

After re-buckling her fantastic new knee-high boots, Aedan plucked at the outside seam of her cargo pants. Would Deuc forgive her? More importantly, could she forgive him? Ahead, the silver wings of Egil’s ship, the Aetos, twisted and dipped through showers of acid rain as it followed the planet’s primary land mass that contorted around the equator from north to south. In the north, the Rebel Leader Zern kept a strangle hold on resources and a noose around the populace. Electricity, food and fresh water, were just some of the commodities Zern profiteered from. Could anything save Asar and its people from Zern’s corruption?

Before Aedan has blasted off from the sanctuary planet of Leta, she’d sworn an oath to herself. Egil wanted Aedan to fight, but Aedan couldn’t make sense of how to fight for Asar and she would be damned if she had to join Zern’s Rebels. Once she released Deuc from whatever punishment Zern had set for him, then Aedan’s would be gone, a ghost of a phantom.

Aedan slid her braid over her shoulder. The urge to shift into Kegan Capere coursed through her system like the gushing rain that streamed down the Arion’s windshield. She hadn’t morphed into her male alter-ego since…. the memory of Deuc naming her aster-Kardia Mar on the deck of Zern’s gun ship, popped into her brain. An image of her blood-stained hands and Deuc’s gaping flesh made her shiver.

Scrolling through the ships systems Aedan refocused.

Accept these coordinates. Egil’s monotone voice hissed across the Comms and slithered through the darkened cockpit. A string of code spiralled across the console and she acknowledged the new plotted route.

Egil?

Relax Aedan, I told you Hunter already forgives you.

Aedan opened her mouth to reply and then sighed as the navigation system demanded her attention. Her jaw tensed as she accepted the new coordinates. The minute Aedan came to face to face with the human she would be able to tell for herself if he forgave her. Egil had explained the girls and Nataly were already destined for Leta; Aedan just saved Egil the fuel cells. Yet Nataly Hogan’s message to Hunter echoed through Aedan’s mind. She swallowed hard. Why had Aedan agreed to pass on the Etarian princess’s confession? Because Hunter needed to know and Nataly wasn’t leaving Leta anytime soon.

The newscaster channels from the Etaria system scrolled across one monitor, a pretty blonde synthetic broadcasted Chief Director Hogan’s demise and Chief Director Braccass’ promotion.

Tiny hairs on Aedan’s forearms rose, at the memory of Chief Director Braccass’ voice, like a thousand Hella-roaches scurrying over dried paper.

One problem at a time, Deuc first, Aedan reminded herself.

Switching to the Osirian System channels, a chubby Osirian newscaster appeared and tapped his earpiece, his brown hair as boring as his coat.

"On the fifteenth day of the riots, the Rebel response has again failed to make an impact."

Riots?

"…experts predict the longer Salicious Gurt’s Seat remains vacant, the disruptions are likely to escalate. Rebel Leader Zern has issued a statement that he is in close discussions with community leaders and is asking the populace for cooperation in seeing through the elections as promised, despite no Pro-Rebel Candidates surviving preliminary nominations."

Aedan recognised the backdrops of the manufacturing districts with its elevated tram system and the ever-present poisonous miasma slithering through the narrow streets. The camera panned to multi-storey buildings engulfed in flames, and around them the corrugated iron roofs of the shanty town, stained dark crimson. Rust or blood Aedan couldn’t tell. The demise of Gurt and his Green Acres, an establishment devoted to the underage flesh-market trade, had led to the Rouge Alleys rioting?

One problem at a time. Deuc.

The Aetos banked left and Deuc’s ship, the Arion, automatically followed, descending through decaying high rises that clung to the narrow strip known as the Southern Reaches. The splintered skyline gave way to undulating hills staggered with mazes of crooked streets and columned residences. Through the murky atmosphere, patina steel rails and pockmarked concrete arched across the horizon. The subterranean rail system dived into the ground at intervals, looping from settlement to settlement until it resurfaced in time to climb the steepest cliff face in the Osirian System. Aedan found the thermostat and turned it up.

The Arion blasted pass domed rooftops cluttering the steep range, eventually giving way to giant stone walls, segregated and reinforced with barbed wire and steel. Sporadically the structures sprouted a tower or spire. Here and there, ebony flags with lime fringes flicked in the thin air. Aedan had seen a similar design before only black with red fringes. The other flags, mottled with miscellaneous emblems and colours, caught her eye. If the lime green signalled support for Zern, then what did the other symbols mean?

Activate the beacon. Egil directed over the comms.

Aedan navigated through the console until she found the appropriate command.

Hands off, trust me. Egil’s crisp voice clicked over the comms.

Aedan never wanted to trust a Rebel ever again. She sighed, sat back and crossed her arms, putting both boots on Deuc’s dash.

Aedan scanned the horizon as the ship descended. The planets primary river, the Gauntlet, careered over the cliff face into a waterfall. A smaller tributary broke off and curled around the right side slipping past a small temple before turning into mist. Harpers Current. The Arion followed the water course up as it circled an immense fortress, the Gauntlet now a slow-moving beast, a wide border against the far left side of the fortified structure.

From this height, Aedan could see how the pyramid layout forced each wall, to curl back on itself, redirecting foot traffic away from the peak. Eons of decay and erosion marred bevelled limestone walls. Pockets of green sparkled under melting snow twisting through a myriad of gates and bridges. The remaining structure a haphazard construction of crumbling stone turrets repaired with steel balconies.

Kill the thrusters when you touch the tracks. Egil’s monotone voice crossed the airwaves.

Tracks? What the fuck?

Shit! The Arion banked hard, the lowest tier of the pyramid rushed to meet the ships belly. The landing gear grinded through the hull, as the autopilot registered the base beacon. The sandstone walls narrowed. Tiny slits bored into the wall seemed too tight, the width insufficient for the black bird hurtling towards it. Aedan sucked in a deep breath as it seemed the Arion’s wings would graze the fortress walls. Darkness washed over the Arion as the nose cone dipped. The seatbelts bit into Aedan’s shoulders and thighs. The interior panels shuddered. Steel screeched as wheels met submerged tracks. Aedan silenced the thrusters and let her eyes adjust to the shadows. The inky blackness broken by welding flashes highlighting bodies scrambling over fuselages.

Aedan slowly unbuckled her belt and got up.

The Arion’s ramp lowered revealing the cavernous interior of what must be the mechanical bay. Aedan surveyed her new surroundings. Ships lined each side of an immense hall, workers and repairers climbed over them like ants on a carcase. The domed ceiling echoed the noise of hammers on steel and cutters through alloy. On the other side, goggled technicians tested signal arrays, and installed plasma cannons. The walls were a patchwork of exhaust spray and burner scorches.

Welcome to Fortress Benben. Egil ran her hand down her ginger braid from high above her forehead and down behind her right ear. Her imitation leather corset and matching armour twisted across Egil’s svelte figure without a sound. The Rebel girl sauntered towards Aedan; the controlled silence a natural talent borne of Egil’s Hybrid DNA. What other abilities lay hidden behind the redhead’s freckles? Besides Deuc and Egil, who else had Hybrid DNA?

Me. Aedan thought. Her talent, seeing a person’s emotional aura, even deception, was what made her alter-ego Kegan Capere so successful. Now she watched Egil’s gaze circle in white and cherry; hope and amusement.

But, the Etarians had announced Kegan Capare dead. Aedan would have to get used to walking around in her own skin. Here in the most deplorable, dangerous and corrupt places in the Dual Systems, Asar. Aedan straightened her shoulders. She wasn’t staying long anyway.

A pressure on Aedan’s elbow caused her to slam it backwards. She pivoted on her heel, burying her fist into pudgy flesh of a maintenance worker. Kegan’s black bob, yellow eyes and bulked out frame engulfed Aedan in an instant.

The man gasped. Egil shook her head. Her brown eyes swirled in candy pinks and yellows. It didn’t matter if they were Osirian or Etarian the aura was always visible for Aedan. Well almost always. Aedan released the Kegan façade and faced her assailant.

The Repairer’s head shot up, You fucking bitch! He stumbled to the Arion’s side leaning his scruffy frame against the fuselage, clutching his abdomen.

What did you say? Egil flanked Aedan’s shoulder.

Oh Eagle, I didn’t see you there. The repairer rushed.

Look again. Egil said her voice flat.

The Repairer slipped his hands from the black paintwork, and then looked at Aedan.

This is Deuc Alion’s? His ragged breaths whistled over Iridone-stained teeth. Aedan raised an eyebrow. Even Zern couldn’t stay the long reaches of the highly addictive drug.

Full service. You know he’ll be checking the diagnostics. She pointed a finger at the smudged face whose black eyes darted from the Arion to Aedan and back again. He rushed another apology at Aedan before rubbing dirty fingerprints from the panel. Egil led Aedan to the hanger doors at the far end of the repair tunnel.

Shifting into Kegan is instinctive. I’m not used to it. Aedan whispered.

Too bad. You don’t have time to get acquainted to this World. Egil’s tone stung, You can’t turn yellow every time someone approaches. Merge the identities…. Egil mumbled to herself. They have to know it’s her. I mean you. Egil corrected when she realised Aedan was still beside her. "Everyone on that gunship now know you were hiding within Kegan. They understand he was a mask for your survival. Except he worked alongside the Etarians. Osirians need to see Aedan Cassio, not Kegan Capere. Kegan’s dead. Aedan is Osirian and she bites back. Trust me."

Aedan’s toe clipped her heel. Technically she knew the Egil was right. Kegan was announced dead by the Etarians. It would be safe for Aedan if she broke all connections between herself and her past. The Etarians were just as corrupt or if not more so than Zern. Could she really trust Egil? Aedan had to trust someone even after she had erroneously trusted Deuc. Fuck Deuc. She wouldn’t have returned to this cesspool called Asar, if it wasn’t for Deuc. His declaration of asteri-Kardia-Mar, his heart-star, something akin to a soul mate, in front of a gunship filled with Rebels, had landed Aedan in the middle of some twisted Osirian custom. The rules and regulations that accompanied this declaration were so far unknown to Aedan. Only Deuc had killed Gurt for Aedan, destroying one nightmare from the many that haunted Aedan. She inhaled sharply, the scents of carbon and slag diluting the faint citrus cinnamon that echoed over her taste buds.

Fine. No more Kegan.

Aedan walked beside the Eagle, as they approached the far end of the hanger. On either side, cemented steel tracks lined the slate floor, catching, rolling and securing all manner of Osirian spacecraft.

Four more fighters mimicked the design of Deuc’s Arion and Egil’s Aetos with their scalene shapes, black exterior, and the arsenal of weapons that clung to the undercarriage. Clearly Zern had enough Ketos to spend on firepower rather than feeding his people. Most likely all four ships had working Jump Drives enabling them to use the Etarian controlled interstellar highway. Now, thanks to Hunter’s Jump Codes, Osirian’s could explore new worlds, taking with them their taint of corruption. Aedan sighed internally at the thought, but then again Etarians had exploited Osirian for their own gain.

The other hardware in the hanger consisted of an Erebus assortment of recycled mining rigs, smugglers ships, transports including, one very white and not so clean, Etarian ship. If only Lieutenant Huul could see his precious Kartharita, side by side with simple freighters, waiting to be hacked, sliced and rebuilt for one purpose only; attack.

Aedan and Egil walked through the dual steel doors that stretched to the lofty ceiling and entered a narrow chamber, the stones misshaped and worn with thousands of years of tread. The hallways arched at odd intervals, strings of halogen bulbs the only light source through the spiralling tunnels. A thin aroma of moss and magnesium tickled Aedan’s nose.

What is this place?

Fortress of Benben was built in the Epoch of Hah by the Osirian tribes of Hapira, over eighty-five thousand years ago. Primitive but intuitive, its walls have never been breached. Zern believes nothing is ever useless, its new purpose has yet to be discovered.

Aedan clicked her tongue, Is that what he believes of his rebel’s too? They all have a purpose?

Of course, Egil said, Question is what’s yours?

Aedan kept her eyes downcast as a youth dashed past. Then another. Soon a rush of workers filled the hallways, like bees in a hive, the Fortress swarmed with activity. The accumulation of every person’s gaze focusing on Aedan, broadcasting their emotions made her giddy. I made my position clear Egil, I’ll help release Deuc but that’s it. I’m not enlisting.

Of course you’re not enlisting. Egil’s lips curled in a manner that made Aedan’s gut churn. Egil enjoyed being enigmatic to the point of annoyance.

Egil had said Deuc needed Aedan’s protection from Zern. Was it killing Salacious Gurt, or firing on the Etarian Militia? Was it naming Hunter Dios Mao Adelfos meaning brother, or naming Aedan Kardia Mar that had earned the rebel leaders wrath? Deuc’s abilities meant he was practically indestructible. Zern’s leading weapon. Would he ever be free?

And Hunter, what’s Zern’s purpose for him?

Egil’s irises swirled to crimson lilac, That’s an easy riddle, but ask him yourself.

The chaotic rainbow luminescence, only seen from the eyes of humans, separated Hunter Dios from the Rebels and recruits that filed the corridor. Hunter’s black rebel garb replaced Etarian civilian wardrobe.

Aedan!

Egil’s shoulder’s tensed.

Hunter. Aedan said cautiously.

The corridor narrowed as the human approached. He emitted a grounded aura that both appealed to and comforted Aedan. His biceps bulged in his sleeveless vest as he clasped his hands behind his back, Still hate me for choosing Deuc and the rebels or can you do it later?

Egil tilted her head from side to side and Aedan noted the resemblance to her moniker. The redhead considered the only living Human-Etarian Hybrid, like a bird of prey, a midday morsel.

I don’t hate you Hunter. Aedan said.

His eyes softened and suddenly Hunter breached the distance. The warm animalistic and pine scent settled over Aedan as Hunter’s arms encircled her waist. His lips brushed her ear lobe, Deal. I kept my oath. I still have your back.

Aedan sighed, Egil explained about the twins and Nataly. They would always be hidden on Leta.

Yep, Hunter said, as he released her.

Aedan took a step back as curious gazes bounced around the hallway. There was too much rebel black for Aedan’s liking.

Egil coughed loudly, Dios.

You did the right thing Aedan, and in time I hope you’ll realise I did too.

Aedan nodded. Hunter brought his hands to her shoulders, he pulled her close so his lips reached her ear, "The events of the Minos are buried, talents and all."

He kept her secrets and she would keep his. Aedan felt muscles in her back release as Hunter stepped back. Tanned skin with white teeth and sparkling blue eyes, strapped from neck to waist, Hunter looked formidable. His roped forearms ended in bracers at both wrists, military boots replaced canvas runners, black cargo pants instead of denim jeans.

Aedan nodded, her throat too constricted to manage words. The earthy substance of Humans pulled imaginary layers of warmth around Aedan’s soul. She had felt it during her time with Hunter, with the twins. They were creatures of Ea, all full of light, through and through.

Egil cleared her throat.

Hunter eyed the redhead, Egil says I can send communications…

The woman scanned the passers-by, Discuss this later Dios. Egil hissed. Don’t worry Aedan will be at training too.

Hunter’s gaze followed the Eagle as she continued down the corridor, her hips rocked from side to side. Aedan’s lips puckered at the deep violets and shimmering reds that orbited Hunter’s eyes.

Come on Aedan. Egil added.

Hunter fell in beside Aedan and the two of them followed Egil down the corridor, Are you going to go easy on him? Hunter smirked.

Deuc? Aedan thoughts collided into one another as she quickened her pace, Should I? After all he betrayed both of us. Whether or not you like your new pen, Hunter, I’ve never liked cages. Aedan’s voice caught in her throat. Hunter surely knew. He had seen her prison at Gurt’s. An image of dirty food bowls and narrow cages covered in shadows slithered into Aedan’s mind. Shivering, she thought of the canisters filled with Hunter’s DNA at the Etarian Med-Lab before she’d destroyed them. Hunter had his fair share of cages too. Instead of dwelling on her thoughts, Aedan changed the topic, Egil, I told you I’m not enlisting.

Egil slowed to meet their pace, Don’t get me wrong, you’re leagues ahead of Dios and he could use the help, but you still have Rebel Specifics to learn. Weapons, language, team-work. Egil tilted her head to one side and raised an eyebrow.

Teamwork? Aedan stopped her eyes from rolling, I’m not here for that.

"Oh I know you’re not. You can’t enlist. The rules of Kardia Mar prevent you."

A flash of heat climbed Aedan’s neck. Prevented from enlisting? Good. She wouldn’t join Zern’s rebels if her life depended on it. An image of Deuc came to mind and she pushed it aside.

However the training can’t hurt, metaphorically speaking. So, you can either sulk in your room or be useful.

I wouldn’t say leagues ahead of me. Hunter mumbled.

Aedan bristled as the three of them climbed the stone stairs, the centre of which was worn down to a divot. Aedan grumbled, Teamwork?

Egil lead Aedan and Hunter through the warren of tunnels and corridors. Slotted recesses allowed access to the late afternoon light, offering glimpses of rustic outbuildings and frosted green. The view of a fruit tree grove appeared in one narrow window. So Zern had an orchard? Yet Asar starved.

Shouldn’t you be entering Jump Codes into Zern’s Universal Position System, Hunter? Egil asked.

The UPS can wait, Aedan’s just arrived from Leta, so I’m not missing any news about the twins.

Egil shushed Hunter as they topped the stairs into the main courtyard. Aedan retreated into her bulky jacket as a chill blasted through her ribbed singlet. Aedan’s boots slid over sleet covered pebbles as together they crossed the green. Parallel to the path, squads of Rebel brawlers sprinted and wrestled; some with steel staffs, other with long vibro-swords, the pulses deactivated. The sparring warriors fell silent. All heads turned. Aedan pressed her forearm, the steel of her concealed knife chilled against her skin. They crossed the distance in silence. Egil, Aedan and Hunter entered the base of the three-tied pyramid at the peak of the hill. Across the horizon, a sombre sunset lingered in gas choked clouds. Aedan’s footsteps echoed off the tiles and she tripped on the hallway runners of hideous swirling petals and mythological fire breathing creatures. Zern had a taste for eye-watering designs.

As they topped the staircase to the first level, Aedan hesitated. Two unarmed men lingered at an arched doorway. Aedan hurried to catch up to Egil and Hunter as they neared the others. Stepping back, both men eyed the newcomers, and Aedan recognised the swarthy green-eyed warrior and his pale companion who propped her mid-arson at Gurt’s Green Acres.

Mid-flight Eagle? The tanned skinned rebel taunted, before he took a sip from a silver flask.

Fuck off, Gato. Egil said flatly.

With a second swig from his flask, Gato edged closer. His emotional aura now visible, green eyes erupted into crimson swirls. A slap on Gato’s shoulder from his companion made Gato halt.

Both men seemed older than Hunter and Aedan’s twenty-one years, but younger than Deuc’s twenty-six. Aedan ran her eyes over their muscular build, assessing their weak points and searching for the tell-tale signs of concealed weapons. Shivers ran down Aedan’s neck, she altered her stance, knees bent, heels light. Something about them told Aedan they were Hybrids too.

Gato smiled; clean shaven his lips curled around clenched teeth. The incisors on one side buckled his almost perfect smile, Wait, Redda. Why don’t you make me, Egil?

A strange humming erupted from Egil’s throat and Gato’s eyes flew wide. Hunter stepped forward.

Redda, with pale skin and even paler eyes, tugged on Gato’s shoulder. Leave it, Gato. Redda snatched Gato’s flask and took a sip.

Hold up, Redda, Gato said, You coming, Egil?

As Aedan moved passed Egil, the archway painted with flowers revealed their surroundings. Languid laughter and perfumed scents, thick with seduction and sin, trickled into the corridor.

Heat infused into Aedan’s ribs so fast she had to pump her fists.

Egil whispered into her ear, It’s exactly what you think it is, Aedan.

Beyond the archway, lattice windows and slatted shutters sheltered a handful of women in brightly coloured layers draped from neck to ankles, their hair fluffed and lips rouged with silver piercings adorning their skins.

The group approached the lattice as the Garden women watched behind the barrier. As Aedan closed the distance between the warriors and the women, a river of envy and anger washed over her.

"News travels fast. They know Deuc named you Kardia Mar." Gato spat.

As Egil reached the lattice barrier, the women gasped, stepping back in a rush of silk. Egil’s lips curled into something halfway between a smile and a snarl.

A dark haired, dark skinned woman, easily in her late third century, approached the first line of consorts. Her hair topped in a bun above a proud forehead, golden earrings dangled from her ears, and bangles jangled up her forearms.

Egil. She snapped.

Maria. Egil paced alongside the barrier, her hands behind her back, eyes narrowed.

Redda offered Hunter the flask, What says you, human?

Hunter shook his head.

Didn’t think so. Gato sneered.

Isn’t there some Lestas you should be de-tailing? Egil managed to twist herself between Hunter and Gato, a wry smile on her face, yet her eyes swirled with tangerine panic.

What you bickering about now, Gato? A deep voice from the other side of the corridor broke the rebels apart.

Aedan turned to see a man emerging from a gateway edged with a different floral border, this time accentuated with thorns. With black armour running from his broad shoulders to his thick wrists, the man ran a hand over his freshly shaved head. His dark almond eyes sparkled with both delight and warning as he waited for Gato’s response.

Aedan took measure of the man. The regular signs of agelessness were barely visible through the manicured beard that graced his chin. Second century, Aedan was certain of it.

Brand Opa, this is Aedan Cassio and Hunter Dios, Egil said.

Did I hear that correctly? A second man appeared from within the thorned doorway, with smooth ageless olive skin and bright jade eyes. He wore a tabard of lime green and black from his shoulders to ankles with his muscular arms bare. The fabric echoed the shadows of Rebel armour across his thick shoulders.

Hugh, this is Aedan Cassio and Hunter Dios.

Wiping his hands on his tabard, Hugh took stock of the crowd until his gaze locked onto Gato. Lashes of ebony and furious red erupted in his eyes so fast, Aedan held her breath. Instead of the inevitable violence Aedan had come to expect with such hatred and anger, Hugh simply cleared his throat. Aedan relaxed, her concealed blade still in place, and focused on Hugh’s appearance, so beautiful, for a second she thought he might be synthetic.

It’s a pleasure to meet you Hugh bent down and pressed his lips to the back of Aedan’s hand.

Without warning, a vision of a single star orbited by five massive gas satellites slithered into Aedan’s mind. She tugged her hand back and avoided eye contact, her jaw tight.

Hugh moved to Hunter and repeated the gesture. "It must have been an honour to be named Mao Adelfos, by the Deuc Alion. You will treat that bond with the respect it deserves, won’t you?"

Ah, of course, thanks. Hunter said.

Egil’s silent movements, slow and precise, shallow and cautious brought her between Hunter and the others. Her brown eyes on the other hand, erupted in a riot of panic.

And what about you Miss Cassio? Or maybe Kegan? Whichever you are? Gato ran his tongue over his teeth as if removing a piece of food, "Fuck, Cassio, the way you stabbed him on the deck of the Opal Cruiser, makes me think this Kardia Mar arrangement doesn’t suit you." Lilac simmered beneath Gato’s thick eyelashes.

A chill passed through Aedan’s abdomen and into her fingers. Would Gato strike at her now, surrounded by his allies? After all she had stabbed Deuc, their comrade, multiple times. Aedan slid her heel back, the steel of her blade cool against her skin.

Their eyes always gave Aedan a moments warning. Now as she flicked her gaze between Brand, Redda and Hugh, disbelief slammed into her gut. The colours of cherry lemon amusement swirled. Bolstered, Aedan replied, "Mao Adelfos would have suited you even less."

Winces filled the corridor.

Fuck, hit the nail dead centre. Brand erupted into laughter.

Gato’s shoulders squared as he marched forward.

Gato, Egil whispered.

With one blink, the red in Gato’s eyes disappeared, he even smiled, Shit Egil, we’re just getting to know each other, aren’t we Aedan?

Is that what this is? Aedan asked.

Gato leaned in, the scent of bruised roses and salted sin wafted over Aedan, You came from Gurt’s right?

Fuck you, Aedan spat.

Don’t even try me, bitch Gato suddenly barred his teeth, snapping them shut inches from Aedan’s cheek.

Restraint evaporated and Aedan sent her skull forward. A howl split the air and Gato clutched his eyebrow, blood spilling from between his fingers.

Bouncing on shaking thighs, the knife slid into her palm. Her back struck the corridor wall.

Blade away, Egil hissed, Hand to hand only.

Settling her breaths one after another, Aedan checked one opponent then the next, only to find their hands empty, their shoulders relaxed and above all else, their eyes filled with mirth. All except for Gato. Aedan inhaled slowly. She knew nothing of rebels and their rules, only realising, how ‘hand to hand combat’ would benefit Deuc above all others.

Not quick enough Gato. Redda laughed.

Enough! Hugh announced clapping his hands together, Away with you all, you’re messing up my hallway.

Gato advanced on Hugh, Shouldn’t you be looking after your Prophecy?

Spluttering, Hugh retreated as eventually Gato stood nose to nose with Hugh. Their eyes alight with black and crimson. Gato flicked the blood from his brow, the droplets absorbed into the garish carpet. With one last glance at Aedan, Gato withdrew.

Nice meeting you, Redda smiled blankly as if he’d witnessed a totally different exchange between the parties. Eventually he turned on his heels and dashed after Gato.

Good day Egil, Hunter, Aedan. Hugh stammered.

Good day Hugh, Egil answered and clasped Aedan’s hand.

The riotous carpet flew beneath their boots, competing with the vision that infiltrated Aedan’s mind. A multiple star constellation spiralled and focused, as if Aedan hovered over twin planetary nebulas, a thunderstorm of meteors passed until Aedan’s mind finally came to rest in a binary star system. A tangerine giant and a pale secondary star pulsated heat through a multiple satellite system. Amidst a string of rocky planets, one covered in thick mottled green spun slowly into view. Egil released Aedan’s hand at the top of the stairs and the vision vanished.

Think you could have handled that better? Egil spat.

Aedan’s thoughts clashed liked symbols as drum rolls beat in her chest, "Sekerian."

What? Egil ears pricked.

You heard what Gato said to her, if you’d just let me – Hunter said.

Gato would have baited you into a fight too and where would the great Hunter Dios be then? You’re supposed to be an Osirian allies. Both of you.

Air returned to Aedan’s lungs, Well you said to bite back.

Egil swept stray wisps of her flaming hair into the braid at her base of neck, I guess I did.

Hunter rolled his shoulders and fell into step as they resumed their course down the hallway of the second floor. Wide wooden doors had been spaced along this corridor, intermittently separated by narrow alcoves that overlooked the courtyard complex, Who’s that Brand guy anyway?

More importantly who is Hugh? Aedan asked.

"Hugh is Zern’s Kardia Mar." Egil said.

Really? Aedan needed answers about this bullshit arrangement, and it seemed Deuc and Egil were deliberately remiss on the specifics. Could Hugh be trusted? No. Anything she said or did would make its way back to Zern in pillow-talk. Should she even bother trying to unravel it, if she wasn’t staying?

Yeah and he adjudicates the Last Council as well. Hunter added.

Hunter! Egil hissed.

What‘s the Last Council? Aedan said.

Nothing that concerns you since you’re not here to enlist, remember. Egil twitched her nose.

"I thought you said the rules of Kardia Mar forbid it?"

They do. Egil snapped.

Shaking his head, Hunter continued, Zern’s Last Council of Pillars, his inner circle of delegates and advisers.

Pillars? Aedan listened as Hunter reiterated the Etarian DNA trials that she had learnt when they fixed Deuc’s crippled ship. Etarians in an attempt to correct their breeding deficiencies began sampling and splicing miscellaneous DNA from all over the universe into Hybrids. With their surveys, assisted by Jump Gateways, they eventually settled on an Etarian Human Hybrid and destroyed any true blood Osirians in the process.

Yeah, you remember the Human Etarian Osirian Hybrids – the HEO species labelled too unstable and dangerous?

Grateful this hallway was empty, Aedan slowed her steps, You and ….You said that the Etarian’s spliced miscellaneous DNA into those hybrids to help stabilise them, make them more amenable and controllable. Etarians desisted with the Osirian DNA, and attempted to destroy all others of that nature. The escapees found a home in Osiria.

Yeah well, Zern and his scientists dug a little deeper and have concluded amongst the hybrids that made it to these worlds, there lurked a HExO Hybrid. Hunter’s voice heightened, his brows raised.

Human, Etarian…. Aedan said.

Gesturing, Hunter interlocked his fingers, Osirian DNA and the unknown, branded x. Because of the Human DNA, some hybrids bred successfully. As the generations cycled, and thanks to the deficiencies in the Etarian genes, in rare cases, the HExO Hybrids simply became h-XO individuals. The Osirian DNA being dominant, amplifying the unknown component.

Pillars. Aedan said.

Yeah, Hunter grinned, You know, beings with increased survival abilities, stealth, strength, speed, camouflage…

Sounding familiar? Egil added.

Aedan theory of Hybrids. Deuc, Egil, herself, Aedan mused, Are all Rebels, Pillars? Or products of it, Redda, Brand?

Gato.

Back on the bridge of the Opal Cruiser, when Deuc named Hunter his brother, Aedan had witnessed the strength of Gato’s jealousy. Deuc’s declaration may have saved Hunter but it had earnt him a new enemy. Even Hugh had reason to hate Gato. Aedan had spent her entire life without ever finding another being with talents similar to her own, and now she was surrounded by them. Zern had built himself an arsenal from these apex beings. All of them with some unique survival ability and that infamous Osirian flashpoint temper and lack of loyalty. Where in the name of Erebus had Aedan landed?

What’s Gato’s abilities?

We can only go off what he tells us, strength and speed, albeit slower than yourself, add to that an ability to sense an enemy. It’s unclear if he’s using infrared or scent, maybe both. Plus he has an inbuilt immunity to miasma. That has proven very useful in tight spots. Right now he’s wounded and like a gnu-bear, when poked he’s quick to strike. He’ll eventually come around, when Deuc speaks to him – that’s another thing you can raise with him. Egil’s mood had lightened.

A formidable enemy, Hunter said.

"A handy ally." Egil emphasised.

And what about his brother Redda? Aedan asked

"Redda is not Gato’s brother, ah, Gato will not choose a Mao Adelfos, not since, I mean he is…." Egil halted.

Waiting for an opening? Aedan rolled the inside of her cheek against her molars and looked at Hunter. The human’s smile vanished.

They climbed another staircase to the third level, And what about those back there, behind the lattice? Aedan asked.

At the top step Egil paused, the hideous carpet stretched down the hall, "Everything has a purpose to Zern. He likes to keep his rebels on a short leash and the Garden prevents any traipsing off to visit the Rough Alleys in the Southern Reaches. The Garden residents are paid for their time. Maria and Hugh can revoke access to anyone at any time and the residents themselves can refuse any suitor. Most are waiting for someone to name them Kardia Mar. What?" Egil’s lips contorted at Aedan’s raised eyebrows.

Exactly what I fucking thought– this place - can they leave? I mean do they really have a choice?

Yes, Egil’s eyes glowed cherry lemon, Yes they do.

Stepping silently across the carpet, Egil’s head tilted from side to side, eyes narrowing, I’m sure you can find a way to ask Deuc yourself. Egil stopped at a heavy wooden door, engraved with more mythological creatures, this time legged serpents chased by sabre toothed felines.

Aedan’s heart pounded in her throat, all moisture evaporated and tempted to lick her lips, she chewed her cheek instead.

Relax Aedan. I’m across the hall and two doors down.

I’m here, Hunter said as he ran his thumb across the door panel, a scene of heavy foliage meeting ocean carved across the timber door, I’ll have a shower first and head over.

Aedan’s stomach somersaulted at the thought of Nataly’s confession, yet she had given her word.

Chapter 2

Egil leaned against Deuc’s door as it dipped inwards. The garish corridor carpets changed to plain timber with woollen beige rugs, a massive semi-circular bed adorned with black and cream linen dominated the left side wall. In the centre, rough-hewn stone had been dug deep, to accommodate stones benches that encircled a glowing fire pit. The warmth spread Deuc’s citrus cinnamon scent throughout the room and tickled Aedan’s nose. A balcony ran the full length of the far side wall where cream drapes separated by black mesh curtains hung across timber doors closed against a snowy afternoon. A low settee stretched across the nearest wall; it’s tan upholstery aged but clean, a single book lay open and faced down on the fabric.

Cautiously, Aedan wandered around Deuc’s massive bed, framed by a ceiling high library that ended in a cluttered desk. Deuc had books? Aedan ran her finger along the ordered spines before moving on. A bathroom with a shoulder height wall separated privy from showerhead and basin, two towels hung on the rack. Aedan retreated.

"Kardia Mar Aedan. Egil said as she reached the shutters, the late afternoon skies bleached slate and charcoal with the coming night. The Arion will arrive here," She pointed to the far corner of the balcony where a well-worn steel ladder had been welded to the structure. Below, bulky metal tracks lead to a tunnel which Aedan assumed linked to the repair bays of the Fortress. Judging by the angle, the Arion would park nose forward, lasers skyward. "I advise against taking it for a scout. The Arion is grounded."

Aedan sighed. That first flight, the first time she felt gravity snap clear of her bones had been pure serenity. She craved the icy silence, the utter darkness, the g-force slamming in her bones. With her back against the balcony railing, Aedan regarded Deuc’s room. A cage. A nicely decorated one, almost homely, but a cage all the same.

Egil continued, "I will send Phoenix over with some of my clothes until they get your sizes at the warehouse. In the meantime, get comfortable. Kardia Mar entitles you to everything in this room. It is your domain to do as you please." A wry smile warped Egil’s features, lavender and cherry burst across her brown eyes.

A pile of black clothes had been lumped in one corner, Well I’m no housecleaner.

Good. The Trough, as it is affectionately called, is on the ground floor. But I’ll have Phoenix bring you back the top picks. Don’t go anywhere without Deuc, myself or Hunter. At least for the first few days as people get to know who you are and –

Who do I belong to?

Egil clicked her tongue, "Who you are aligned with. I brought you here for a reason Aedan. Don’t give up before you start."

To fight. Instead of just survive. But who was she supposed to fight for. Deuc? Osiria? Zern? Or did Egil have her own agenda? I told you –

Yes Aedan, you’re not interested in becoming one of us, but like it or not Deuc’s declaration made you a rebel entity. Anyone wishing to hurt Deuc has just been given two new targets.

Zern included, Aedan mused.

Egil’s narrow chin jutted towards the door where Hunter’s room would be, We have to protect our own interests. You won’t like to hear it Aedan but your links with the rebels affords you the highest Osirian protection right now. If Etarian’s came marching through the Sandes right now to seize Kegan Capare, by default the entire rebel arsenal would have your back.

Aedan narrowed her gaze. She hadn’t thought of that.

A thin smile curled across Egil’s lips, I’ll come get you at dawn. So, in the meantime, make yourself comfortable and start practising your apology.

Aedan’s jaw dropped, her retort not forming quick enough before Egil closed the door. Alone, Aedan considered Egil’s words.

Apology? Deuc had betrayed her. Alright, the human twin girls and Nataly had been destined for Leta’s anyway. Still Deuc handed over the Etarian Captain Petyr Varmil and the Mercenary Calder Vien for an irrevocable vigilante death sentence. Yet, Varmil had tried to pummel Hunter and Aedan aka Kegan into oblivion; come to think of it so had Calder. Fuck!

Running her fingers down thumbed spines and faded book covers that loitered on Deuc’s desk, calmed Aedan. He lied. Hunter’s Etarian jump codes would now be used for War. The tentative peace that rested upon the Dual systems would be lost. Was it really peace? Aedan lingered near the luscious bed, her fingertips reached to the covers and she clenched her fist as if burned. No, an Etarian façade of peace. A false treaty.

Osirian’s suffered with limited resources, no infrastructure, no corruption-free governing body and total lawlessness. The Etarians with their selfish and racist beliefs had multiplied Osirian suffering exponentially. Thoughts of old arguments died, like smoke on the wind. Aedan wandered to the balcony, the filtered light cast shadows across the warm tiles, the lines neither black nor white and somewhere in between. Aedan sighed.

Kegan?

Aedan jumped and her skin began to hum. Should she shift into Kegan?

I mean, Aedan. A youth scuffled into the room, blonde curls bouncing in time with his nervous cheeky smile. Warmth crept under Aedan’s ribs as she recognised Phoenix, the youth from Zern’s gunship.

I’m supposed to be Aedan more often than not.

Well good cause that’s who I’m here to see. Phoenix said.

Aedan snorted. The adolescent had freed her and the girls from the Zern’s Opal cruiser. Before that Deuc and Hunter had freed Phoenix from the monstrous pit of Aedan’s childhood.

Are they treating you well?

Phoenix nodded. Damn it! Aedan avoided her own scars, how dare she bare the boys for him. His emerald green eyes told the depth of his emotions, a little hesitant, a dash of anger.

I mean, after you helped us escape?

A new smile slide across his cheeks, Yes. Chores, training, chores, sleep.

Egil mentioned training.

The youth unloaded a stack of neatly folded clothes onto Deuc’s bed, and then scooped up the black bundle from the floor, "The more chores I do, the more hours I get in the flight simulator, Deuc reckons he’s gonna take me for a spin, if the Arion ever returned that is. I kept telling him it would."

Well Egil suggested I train tomorrow morning, any ideas? She had no intention of enlisting, but if she was amongst the rebels, listening, learning, she could determine Deuc’s position and how to help him.

Ha! The morning session! Good luck. A jet like you, you’ll breeze through. Phoenix walked to the door, and Aedan obliged. Lock the door behind me. I’ll be back with dinner.

Wait, Phoenix...

It’ll be fine, you’ll see. Phoenix winked.

Hinges silent, the heavy timber came to a rest, and Aedan tilted her head at the aqua security panel that blinked beside the door. How could she lock the door to a room that wasn’t hers? Aedan concentrated on the image of Deuc, the whorls and swirls of her thumb whipped into a frenzy heating her skin. Despite promising to never use his image again, she pressed down on the fingerprint panel and a clunk of heavy machinery slid the bolt into place. The many times she had received Deuc’s healing blood had left Aedan’s system with a shortcut to his physique. If Aedan concentrated, she could produce a purely fictional façade, but it drained her energy too fast. What good was hiding if you were too exhausted to run? No flight, you came here to fight.

Aedan took a shower keeping her eyes trained on the spacious bedroom beyond the door. Where was Deuc? Picking through Egil’s clothes, Aedan chose a monotone grey singlet and black pants she had to roll up at the ankles. She contemplated taking a stroll through the Zern’s fortress, yet her last few decisions had ended less than favourable. Instead Aedan made her way around the room disturbing Deuc’s treasures. Flicking on the digi-frame, she scanned the images. The same image she’d seen on the Arion, and Zern’s cruiser dominated the digi-frame. Five people sat in two rows on a gold-lined staircase, now Aedan recognised the staircase she had walked up today. Egil and Gato sat in the front row, Gato’s hand clasped above Egil’s knee. In the back row, an older copper skin male and a dark-haired woman threw their arms around Deuc in the centre. She flicked the frame off just as a knock shuddered the door. Aedan used Deuc’s thumbprint to unlock it and Hunter strolled into the room.

Good Phoenix has already been, I meant to ask that kid about the flight simulator. Heading to the recessed fire-pit, Hunter stirred the cyclo-blocks, the embers sending Deuc’s sweet-citrus scent through the room.

Aedan swallowed hard, Listen Hunter I have to tell you about Nataly.

Nataly? Is she alright?

Aedan sat on the bed and fought the urge to rub the soft covers against her cheek. If only Erebus could strike Aedan down now, she wouldn’t have to open old wounds.

She’s fine, but before I left, she told me about your sister.

Pearl, lemon maroon and black pooled in the human’s iris’s, he strode over to the bed and sat on the edge of the giant mattress, What about Juliette?

Nataly wanted you to know the truth of her involvement. She signed the final test results. Aedan’s voice cracked.

Hunter’s lids began to moisten, before crimson thunder broke across his gaze. For a moment, Aedan’s hand rested on Hunter’s, until he snatched it away and rose to his feet. His boots took him as far as the wall. Fists curled, shoulders trembling as his breaths came rapid and deep. Aedan waited, ignoring the tears that welled at the corner of her eyes. She was glad Hunter had turned away. Slowly, his back rose and fell in a more regular rhythm. Fingers uncurled. A long slow hiss escaped. Turning, the cyclone of anger and hate just visible as Hunter paced back and forth.

I can’t even - I just- I want to believe Nataly didn’t know it would end in a death sentence. I want it to stop hurting, to let it all go, but I can’t. His voice strained. With damp lashes and flushed cheeks, he made his way back to the bedside.

Time, Aedan whispered.

Hunter’s lips sealed tight, a nerve in his jaw twitched as he gentle nodded. I guess. He ran his fingers through his lengthy blonde fringe and sat on the edge of the bed. There is so much suffering on this side of the Sandes, a cesspool of creatures fighting for life, where tragedy is a part of their day-to-day existence. I can’t bring her back, He swallowed hard, I can’t change anything about her life or her termination. All I have is the ability to change today and tomorrow, and so on. To make sure it doesn’t happen again.

I am with you on that, Aedan said, she shuffled back onto the bed. Her shoulders itched, her gut churned. Fuck! Egil had challenged her to get her hands dirty, to affect change, to fight. Hunter’s words had struck an exposed nerve.

Drawing his knee up, Hunter twisted, curiosity peaked across his sapphire blue eyes, I know, I understand a little bit more about you, and about Deuc now that I’ve seen more Osirians, and why you are the way you are, impulsive, aggressive and survival instincts off the charts.

There is always room for improvement, Aedan scoffed.

Deuc especially, Hunter offered a weak laugh.

So where in all of Erebus excrement is he?

"He won’t tell me, I’ve offered him help and he refused. Zern has clipped his wings. He’s been stuck on Asar since you stole the Arion."

Borrowed.

Hunter chuckled again, The two times I have seen him, he looked …Under pressure.

When’s the next Council meeting?

"Forget it Aedan, Kardia Mar forbids you to attend the Last Council."

Bullshit.

Yeah serious Aedan. If you imagine Zern’s Last Council is the Etarian Parliament, then the Pillars are like Senators.

So?

"Senators have to be nominated, or in this case selected and Zern cannot select someone else’s Kardia Mar."

Not wanting to argue with Hunter any further, Aedan let it go, although the issue far from settled, Will Deuc return for the Council?

It’s in three night’s time and yes, he’s not allowed to miss them.

So Aedan had two days, three maximum to get onto the Last Council somehow. There, she’d seen an end to Zern’s bullshit punishment of Deuc and then she could re-build whatever was left of her life. Return to Leta, buy a new ship, start again. Hugh adjudicated them and he was Zern’s Kardia Mar, What’s this prophecy Gato was talking about?

Hunter strolled to the glowing pit and added another cyclo-block, Zern’s planning on striking at multiple Etarian targets. For that he needs more resources, Ketos, gunships and fighters and he’s hoping this prophecy will help him unite the Osirian worlds.

Aren’t they already united?

"Yeah I thought so too, but I’ve been to a few Last Councils and it’s anything but. I’ve heard snippets of the prophecy, born twice of fire, Zern reckons he was born under the constellation of Sekhmet with Hephateau rising. Then there’s a bit tempered by steel and nurtured by water. Zern’s reckoning he was born on Leta and raised on Asar. Hunter continued, It goes on, he who rises again will seal their fate."

That sounds ominous and open to interpretation. Osirians believe him?

Hunter shook his head, Hence the factions. You should see the betting board in the Trough, it lists the possibilities of who is the prophecy and the odds, give it a few days and I bet your name will be up there. Aedan this place ….it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen.

Sounds about right. Aedan felt her ears burn, Hunter would be a handy pawn in whatever faction he decided to support. And what do you believe?

Prisms of light exploded from across the room, revolving to a slow burn of peachy snow, Anything is better than what they have now. He doesn’t have the tech to rebuild a race of pure-bred Osirians. Not yet. He’s facing a superior force intent on destruction of what is left of these worlds. No-ones pulled the trigger yet but it’s coming. Braccass will need to settle the score. Throw into that the populace he has to work with are starving and suffocating, their Warden leaders attack each other, refusing to cooperate for a better future. I hope that something good will come from all of this. If it’s Zern then so be it, I’ll support him. That’s one of the reasons I gave him the vials of my DNA. I know this is hard for you to understand, but if I can see all this, as a human, then surely you can as an Osirian.

Hunter’s heels squeaked on the floor.

Hunter, wait.

The human stopped and Aedan rose from the soft linen, meeting him half way, There’s a lot I have to take in. From the moment I chased your bounty, when Deuc intercepted me, my world has been turned on its head. Etarian’s are now my enemy, Osiria my new home. I’m working it out. But it’s slow progress to let go of old prejudices and stereotypes. The mistrust I harboured helped me survive. Loyalty is a new concept.

A sly smile cracked Hunter’s cheeks, "No it’s not. On the deck of the Minos you spoke to me of loyalty and trust. Hunter raised his palm, Yeah and Deuc broke it, I know. But trust me, trust him and trust yourself. Fuck, Aedan I don’t know anyone else who knows when a person is telling the truth and still doesn’t believe them."

Right, Aedan mumbled. Lectures from Egil and now Hunter.

Figured out your apology yet?

I’m not apologising, Hunter.

Nice.

Aedan threw Hunter her darkest look as he vacated the room. Aedan locked the panel and resumed her pacing. She pushed aside Zern’s bullshit prophecy.

One problem at a time. Deuc.

Zern had grounded the Arion. The snap of gravity as it left her bones was one of the most satisfying feelings of freedom and she lorded those times, relished it. Now Aedan imagined it taken