Dr. Winter Green sat on her Infirmary’s exam bed, swinging her legs over the side. She was bored. There was nothing for her to do. Everyone else had something to do each day, except for the doctor. Not that she wanted anyone to get sick or injured mind you, but if she couldn’t practice her craft......Had she made a big mistake signing onto the Aurora Lady? Granted, she hadn’t had much time to think it over. She had jumped into it head first, without much thought.   

Interrupting Winter’s thoughts, Rose McMerter, Paymaster  walked into the Infirmary, a cloth in her hand. Winter jumped down from the bed. “Rose! Are you hurt? Did you cut yourself? Let me see,” said Winter, a little too eagerly.

“Oh, no Doctor. I was just wondering if I could borrow a pair of scissors to cut this string with. I can’t find mine and I don’t want to pull it in case I tear the fabric.”

“Sure, they’re in the second drawer from the left,” said Winter, dejected.

Rose found the scissors and cut the string, then turned to the doctor. “Winter, is there anything wrong?”

“No, there’s nothing wrong, Rose. Nothing at all. Nothing.”

Rose hadn’t given it much thought, but the doctor must be bored with no one to patch up. No illness to cure. “Winter, do you have any hobbies you enjoy?”

“No. I didn’t have much time to do anything but study for the past several years.”

“What about before you went to medical school?”

“I usually helped my mother at the clinic on Adventure. Maybe a little gardening”

“Do you like to read?”

“I’m up to date on all the latest medical journals.”

“No,” said Rose, “I mean for fun. You know, mysteries and such.”

Winter sighed. “No, not really. With all the required reading, I never found it enjoyable to read anything else.”

Rose was at a loss. She wanted to help Winter, but couldn’t think of anything else. “Thanks for the use of the scissors. I’d better get back to Cowboy and go over those inventories.”

“Oh, sure,” said Winter as she hopped back onto the bed, swinging her legs again. “I’m glad you have something to do,” she whispered as Rose left the Infirmary.

Rose headed straight for the Captain. He needed to know what was going on with their doctor.

“Brock, called Rose, as she stepped up onto the Bridge.

“Rose,” said Ian.

Rose nodded to Ian. “Brock, you need to talk with our doctor.”

“Why, what’s wrong with her?” asked Brock.

“She’s bored,” said Rose. “She has absolutely nothing to do on this ship unless something happens to one of us and how often is that likely to happen.”

“Hopefully not too often,” said Ian.

“What do you want me to do, Rose?” asked Brock. “Cut myself so the doctor will have something to do?”

“No of course not. Just talk to her.”

“What would I say?”

“I don’t’ know! You’re the Captain. Think of something,” said Rose, a frown on her face as she turned and left the Bridge.

Brock and Ian looked at each other. “Seems to me ya have a problem, Captain,” said Ian, smiling.

Brock grimaced and sighed. He had no idea what to say to the doctor, but as Rose said, he IS the Captain and it is his duty to see that his crew is as happy as possible.

“I’ll be back in a few,” said Brock as he turned and left the Bridge.

“May the luck o’ the Irish be with ya, Captain,” called Ian.
 

   
Brock walked into the infirmary and found Winter on the exam bed still swinging her legs. “Doctor,” said Brock.

“Hello Captain. I don’t suppose you’re sick or injured?” she said rather hopefully.

“Well, no,” chuckled Brock. “Sorry to disappoint you. I could develop a cough if you like. Cough, cough.”

Winter smiled. “Thanks, but that’s not necessary. I’m sure someone will come in here needing my services sometime in the next few weeks or months,” she sighed.

Brock leaned back against a counter. “Doctor, would you like something to do when you’re not busy healing someone?”

“Like what?”

“Umm. I was thinking Zahirah could use some help in the galley.”

Winter hopped down from the bed. “Really?”

“Yep.”

“Alright, if you’re sure she needs my help. I don’t want to get in her way.”

“I’m sure. Tell her I sent you.”

“Thanks, Captain,” said Winter as she hurried out the infirmary door.

“I hope Zee can come up with something to keep her busy for a few minutes at least,” smiled Brock. “I think I handled that quite well if I do say so myself.”

 

“You need help, Zahirah?” asked Winter as she stepped into the small galley.

“Doctor, to what do I owe this pleasure?” asked Zahirah, the ship’s cook.

“Captain Brock said you needed help with something?”

“Do you know how to cook?”

“A little,” began Winter. “I used to summer with my aunt on her ship. Sometimes she let me make dinner.”

Zahirah smiled. This was apparently the Captain’s way of getting the doctor to socialize more. Since coming on board, Winter had been spending most of her time in the infirmary or her quarters. Everyone had talked about how to get her to open up.

“Let’s see, I could use some help with these herbs,” said Zahirah. “I’m making soup for tonight’s dinner.”

It wasn’t long before disaster struck. “FIRE!” cried Zahirah, as the galley began filling up with smoke. To add to the confusion, the smoke alarm started clanging and the crew started running to the galley.

Winter hurried to get the fire suppression tank down from the wall. She had to pull hard to get it loose. When it came free from the wall, the weight of it spun the doctor around, hitting Rose who had come running, knocking her down. Rose fell hard onto the deck, her nose bleeding.

“Rose! I’m so sorry,” said Winter, forgetting the tank and the fire.

Zahirah quickly retrieved the tank and successfully extinguished the fire.

“I think you finally have a patient, doctor,” said Brock, reaching down to help Rose up.

“I swear that wasn’t on purpose,” said Winter as she walked Rose to the Infirmary. “Honest!”

After the galley debacle, Winter decided it was safer for all if she stuck to healing and nothing else.   
 

BREEZEWAY PLANET

The first thing that assaulted your senses once the cargo door opened, was the oppressive heat and humidity. Summers in Breezeway City averaged 102 degrees. Winter temps averaged 20. There were only two weeks of mild weather between the changing of the seasons.

The second thing to hit you was the smell of hot metal and oil. Breezeway was a busy port city due to the fact that it was a long way to another planet from here. Most of the planet’s income came from the repair and selling of ships and parts.  Most every ship stopped here before heading out into the deeper parts of space.

Each crew member stood on the loading ramp, taking in the sights and smells of the city. Except for Ian and Oro, each carried a small bag of Universals Brock had given them for supplies. It would also give everyone a chance to stretch their legs and indulge in some planet side activities.

“Mmmm, what a wonderful smell,” said Nova rocking back and forth on her heels.

“You would think that,” said Winter, her nose wrinkling. “It stinks to me.”

“You would think that,” quipped Rose, smiling. “So, anyone care for some shopping?”

“I’m off to find parts for the ship,” said Nova. “We need a manifold docking plug, an internal–“

“Anyone else?” interrupted Rose.

“I’m game,” said Winter. “We’re low on a few meds and I want to find something to brighten up my room.”

“We need food supplies too,” said Zahirah. “I think I know where to get them.”

“I bet I can find a nice little poker game on this purdy little planet,” said The Lady’s Crewmaster, Patrick, a.k.a. Cowboy.

“Okay people,” began Captain Brockman. “I know everyone wants to get off ship, but I would prefer at least two people staying behind at all times. Breezeway City may look like a nice little town, but there are a lot of nefarious individuals around here. We need to be careful. I want everyone back on the ship in say two......” he glanced at Rose and she mouthed the word ‘four’ to him. “Three and a half hours from now,” he finished. Rose frowned at him. He just smiled back. He enjoyed teasing his cousin whenever possible.

It was decided  Oro and Ian would stay behind in the ship until someone returned. At that time, Oro could pick up some weapons she wanted.

Ian wanted to stay on board and fine tune his Chip with the internal sensors of the Aurora Lady. With most gone, it would allow him to accomplish this without being interrupted. His CHIP allowed him to interface with the Aurora Lady’s systems. These required adjusting from time to time.

Cowboy was the first to step off the ramp. “Ladies, gents,” he said as he tipped his hat and nodded to the crew.

“Let’s go,” said Rose as she, Winter and Zahirah headed out. Nova stepped off the ramp heading in a different direction while Brock was the last to leave.

“Luck be with ya,” called Ian.

Brock waved as he left the ship. He had received a tip about seeing a man here who might point him in the right direction for a job.

Oro checked the rifle she was holding. She then took up her position at the entrance of the cargo hold, leaning against the bulkhead. No one would get by her! Not only did she have the rifle, she also had a small pistol tucked in her pants at the small of her back and knives in both of her boots. She was ready for anything, as usual.
 

BREEZEWAY USED PARTS LOT

Nova was at the used  parts field where tons of used ship parts could be found for a reasonable price. There were many sections located behind the new parts store. The yard was busy as usual and if you wanted a good part, you had to be smart and know exactly what you were looking for. This was Nova’s favorite place on Breezeway or any other planet for that matter.

Nova was happily examining a circuit board  when suddenly a man came up behind her and put his hands across her eyes. Acting on instinct, Nova dropped the part she was holding and elbowed the man in the gut. He bent over in pain as she elbowed him on the back of his neck. Then she quickly grabbed his right pinky finger, bending it back just short of breaking. The man fell to his knees in pain. It was at this point that Nova got a good look at her attacker and recognized him. “Jack!,” exclaimed Nova, “what are you doing way out here?”

“Hi Nova, the man grunted. “Ah, can you let go, please?”

“Oh sure, sorry,” she said, releasing his finger and helping him up.

“Still sharp as a whip,” he commented.

“It pays to be,” said Nova, “especially way out here. You’re looking good,” said Nova. Jack was 6 foot two inches tall with soft brown hair that curled slightly over his ears. He was wearing blue jeans, a black tee shirt with black leather jacket and boots.

Jack brushed off his knees. “You do too,” he said. “Still wearing those sexy coveralls, I see.”

“Always,” said Nova smiling. She was wearing purple overalls with her standard white shirt and white tennis shoes, her usual attire.

“Purple looks good on you,” he said.

“Thanks. So, what brings you way out here? Last I heard you were working for old man Greevy.”

“Greevy retired. I’m a respectable pilot now. I work for Tarpeis Enterprises. This is one of my regular runs.”

“Really? What ‘cha fly’n these days?”

“I’m piloting the Star Wind.”

“Star Wind? I know that ship. That’s a Fury Class right?”

“Correct. She’s a fast one, Nova and not bad to look at.”

“You always were one for the fast ships, Jack,” she teased.

“Fast ships and sexy mechanics,” he smiled, touching her cheek.

“What’s this Tarpeis? Never heard of them,” said Nova.

“They’re new.”

“After what happened to you on Altara, I never thought you’d work for any company.” Nova  picked up the part she dropped earlier. “Thought you’d always be an Indy.”

“They pay well,” said Jack. “Thought I would try this for awhile and if I don’t like it, I can always go back to being independent. And you?”

“I have a new Cap’n, We’re here pick’n up supplies.”

“You have time for lunch maybe?” he asked, a twinkle in his green eyes.

“Maybe,” said Nova, smiling. “If I can get these parts together fast enough. We’re here for about three more hours.”

“Sounds good,” said Jack. “Need any help?”

“Sure would go faster,” she said.

“Then let’s get to it. I know this really good restaurant here I think you’ll like.”

“It’s a deal,” said Nova.
 

COMMERCE ROAD

After walking for awhile, Rose and her group came upon the best part of Breezeway City, according to Rose who had read up on it while onboard the ship.

She was referring to the wide main street in town. Shops lined both sides of the streets, selling anything from medicines to wind chimes. Scattered in the street were mostly food and drink vendors. Vehicles ran down the middle of the street while others breezed by overhead.

“Look!” exclaimed Winter. “Flowers. I love flowers. And we could use something to brighten up the ship.” She quickly hurried over to the stall where a myriad of flowers were tucked in barrels.

Rose and Zahirah followed.

“Waste of money,” stated Zahirah.

“Oh, I don’t know about that, “ said Rose. “Flowers can cheer up a person and they are pretty.”

Zahirah huffed. “I’m going to find some food stuffs. See you back at the ship.”

“Okay,” said Rose.

After choosing several bunches, Winter took out her purse of personal Unis.

“Careful Doctor,” said Rose. “Things are very expensive here.”

“I’m sure I can manage a few flowers,” Winter responded. She then handed over her personal Universals to the vendor and gasped. “Oh, I didn’t think they would be THAT much!”

“Told you so,” smiled Rose as she took the doctor’s arm and led her away from the flowers before the ship began looking and smelling like a funeral parlor.

“But they’re worth it,” she said, burying her nose in the flowers, as they walked away.  “The vendor said these will last weeks.”

“Doctor, you can’t take everyone at their word. Not everyone is honest.”

“I know that, Rose. I’m not naive! But I prefer to consider a person honest until they show me they aren’t.”

“Well, I’d best go find some meds,” said Winter, while shuffling the flowers around in her arms to get a better grip.

“Let me take a couple of those for you.”

“Oh, thanks. That would help.”

After dividing the flowers between the two, Winter headed off to find medicines while Rose went exploring.

“Thank you,” said Brock, shaking hands with Mr. Grey.

Brock headed where his contact directed him. He told him that a Mr. Carlyle was always looking for ships to haul his supplies off planet. These supplies were not the kind that just anyone would take. Though not entirely legal, his jobs did pay well and that’s what Brock needed right now–a well paying job. Of course, Brock always needed a well paying job. That was his business after all and he wasn’t too particular about what he hauled either. Which made him the perfect man for the job.

After walking a short distance, Brock came upon a red brick building skirting the repair yards. He walked into blessed coolness and stood in front of the door until his eyes adjusted from being in the bright sunlight.

“May I help you?” asked an attractive, dark haired woman, sitting at a glass and steel desk in the middle of the expensively furnished room.

Brock walked up to her. “Yes. I would like to see Mr. Carlyle about a job.”

“Do you have an appointment, Mr. er......”

“Brockman. I’m Captain Daniel Brockman of the Aurora Lady. And no, I don’t have an appointment. I was referred to him by Mr. Grey.”

“One moment, please,’ she said. “Have a seat.” She pointed to the empty chairs that lined the left side of the room.

The woman spoke into a comm unit on her desk for a few moments, then said, “Mr. Carlyle will see you now, Captain Brockman.” She got up from her desk. “Follow me, please.”

Brock followed the woman down a narrow hallway, lined with closed doors to a large door on the right. She touched a panel on the right side of the doorway and it slid open. She gestured for Brock to walk through, smiling. After entering, the door closed silently behind him.

The room was small but well furnished with leather chairs, thick carpet, bookcases and a large picture window to the back. Sitting in front of the window was a large wooden desk. Mr. Carlyle stood up from his chair and extended his hand to Brock, who came forward. They shook hands. “Have a seat, Mr. Brockman,” said Carlyle, gesturing to one of the chairs in front of his desk.

Brock sat down. “Thank you Mr. Carlyle.

“I’ve been expecting you ever since Mr. Grey suggested you.” Carlyle sat back down. “He’s says you’re dependable and discreet.”

“Thank you. That’s correct.”

“I’ve pulled up your records,” began Carlyle.

Brock tried his best not to slump in despair over that news.

“It appears you’re in some trouble with Mr. Overlinger, I believe it says here?” Carlyle was consulting his computer terminal sitting on his crowded desk.

Brock sat up straighter in the chair. “I know you’ve probably heard this before, Mr. Carlyle, but those charges are bogus. Overlinger’s had it in for me since he swindled my father’s company away from him. You could say we have an unfavorable history that goes back awhile.”

“I see. I’ve had a few dealings with Overlinger myself and I didn’t like what I saw of the man. Being on his wrong side is a point in your favor as far as I’m concerned.”

Brock relaxed. This was a big job with a big pay day and he wanted it badly. “Mr. Grey said you have cargo you need transported off planet?”

“True.”

“Excuse me for saying this, but aren’t there dozens of other Indies willing and able to take on your cargo? I mean, this planet is teeming with them. Why would you consider me for this job?”

Carlyle smiled. “I like that Brockman. You don’t mince words. True, there are. But I’m very particular who I let transport my cargo. I don’t trust many people and that cuts my prospects down considerably.”

Brock nodded. He was the same way and so understood this man. “I see. One thing, this cargo isn’t harmful to my crew is it?”

“It’s quite safe. And if you successfully complete this assignment, there could be more coming your way. Good men are hard to find.”

“Brock said, “Providing the payment is satisfactory, I think we can strike a deal.”

Carlyle slid a CID (Compact Information Device) across the table to Brock. “This is all you need to know about the shipment and payment. Look it over.”

Brock took the CID and examined the data on it. It was indeed a good job! The payment was more than expected. “Three weeks to make the delivery?” asked  Brock.

“Can you do it?”

“It’s going to tax my engines, but yes, I believe we can.” He could just imagine Nova’s face when he informed her of their schedule. She was not going to be happy.

“Then we’re in agreement?”

“Just like that?”asked Brock.

“I’m a very busy man, Mr. Brockman and I read others pretty well. I can usually tell when I can trust and man and when I can’t. I trust you. So, you’ll take the job? Half now and the rest once the shipment is safely delivered.”

Brock thought a few moments. “I noticed there is a significant penalty if the cargo isn’t delivered on time?”

“Correct. I’ve found this greatly increases the chances of a timely delivery.”

“Then I believe we have a deal,” said Brock.

“My assistant has all the necessary forms to complete and the first half of your payment. The cargo will be delivered to your ship in about two hours. Is that acceptable?”

Brock smiled. “Yes sir, more than acceptable. It’s a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Carlyle.  They both stood and shook hands. Brock headed for the door.

“Brockman.”

Brock turned around. ‘Yes?”

“Don’t’ you want to know what you’re transporting?”

“I know all I need to know,” said Brock.

Carlyle nodded and smiled. “Good man.”

Brock left the office after completing the paper work and receiving half his pay. Even though he wanted to celebrate with a drink, Brock decided he should head back to the ship and give Oro a chance to head into town.
 

Winter managed to find most of the medicines they needed from a small clinic on the planet. She also managed to spend most of Brock’s Unis.

She walked along the wide sidewalk down Commerce Road, window shopping.  Currently, there were many people walking the streets and sidewalks while vehicles zipped along above them. In fact, it was so busy that Winter didn’t notice the light haired man who had been following her since she stepped off the ship.

“This looks interesting,” Winter said to herself as she stepped inside one of the dress shops. Immediately a sales clerk came up to her. “How may I assist you?” she asked.

“I’m just looking,” said Winter.

“Of course,” said the woman. “If you need anything, just let me know.” She turned and left.

Winter took her time walking the aisles of clothing, feeling the textures of the fabrics until she came upon a silver sequined, floor length gown with a sweetheart neckline and thin straps. “Oh, this is so beautiful!” she exclaimed. Winter took it off the rack and held it up to herself. “Just the right size too.” She took it over to a floor length mirror and imagined herself wearing it at a party. She sighed and  returned it to the rack. “When would I ever wear it,” she mused. “It’s not likely Brock will be throwing any parties.” She thanked the clerk and left the shop without purchasing anything.

The man following her went into the shop right after Winter left. He didn’t stay long. When he came out, he saw she was still walking, window shopping. It was time he made his move. He hurried to catch up with her.

“Excuse me,” he said as he touched her shoulder.

Winter spun around. She recognized the voice and it was not one she had ever hoped to hear again!

“Derrick!” she exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”

“Business,” he answered, smiling. “It’s so good to see you again, Win.”

“Don’t’ call me that,” she snapped. “Only my family and friends call me Win and you are neither.” She turned and hurried down the sidewalk. Derrick followed.

“Please Win...ah I mean Winter. “Won’t’ you just listen to me for a minute?”

“Why should I?”

“Well, we used to be engaged. Isn’t that worth something?”

“Not to me,” she answered. She started to turn, but he took her arm, causing her to drop some of her packages.

“Let me help you with these,” he said as he started picking up the packages.

“That’s okay I can.....” Before Winter could tell him no, he had the packages in hand.

“Please, just give me a chance to explain. Have lunch with me.”

“There’s nothing to explain, Derrick. We used to be engaged, now we’re not, the end. What else could be said?”

“Lunch, please? Just a few minutes, I promise.”

Winter sighed. “Alright. But afterwards, I don’t want to ever see you again, understand?”

“Sure. That will be fine. If you still feel that way.”

“I will. There’s a food vendor. Let’s get something there. It’s quick,” said Winter, not wanting to spend anymore time with him than was necessary.

“Let me buy you a decent lunch. The Starport is a good restaurant. I’ve eaten there many times.”

Winter took a look at her watch. There was plenty of time before she needed to return to the ship and she was a bit hungry. “Let’s go.”
 

The Starport restaurant was a small one with a dozen round tables covered in deep red table cloths. In the middle of each table sat a small red, candle holder with a lighted candle. The soft rose carpet and walls created a cozy atmosphere. Winter looked around. Excluding her company, found it to be rather comfortable.

The Hostess lead them to a table, handed each a menu and sat water glasses down. “Would you like a drink?”

“Iced tea,” answered Winter.

“Bring us a bottle of your best white wine,” said Derrick.

“So, Winter,” he began after the hostess left. “How have you been since fleeing Earth rather hurriedly.”

“Fine,” she answered abruptly. She had decided to go with the ham and cheese  sandwich. It was the quickest thing she could find on the menu. Winter put the menu down and sipped her water.

“Already decided?” he asked.

“Yes.”

Derrick put down his menu. “Winter, please. Can’t  we have a civilized conversation?”

“Why? I thought I made it clear before I left Earth that I didn’t want to see you again.”

“Because you think I had an affair with Evette?”

“Because I KNOW you had an affair with Evette among other things,” she said, sipping her water again. Her throat had become dry as it always did when she was nervous.

A server came to their table. “Have you decided what you like?” he asked.

“I’ll have–“ began Winter.

“We’ve decided to go with the Breezeway steak with side orders and chocolate mousse for dessert. Thank you,” said Derrick.

Not wanting to make a scene, Winter waited for the server to leave before she began. “THAT is the other reason I don’t want to see you, Derrick! You are too controlling. You didn’t give me a chance to choose what I wanted to eat or drink.”

“But Win, I know you so well that I always know what you want,” he said, smiling and taking her hand in his. She tried pulling away, but he tightened his grip.

“Let go Derrick.”

“You are so wrong about me, Winter. All I ever wanted was what was best for you.”

“To the exclusion of what I wanted. Let go,” she repeated.

He sighed and released her hand. She put both hands in her lap and prayed the food would hurry and arrive so she could eat a couple of bites and leave.
 

After finding all the parts she needed, and arranging for them to be delivered to the ship, Nova and Jack set about walking to the Starport restaurant.

The Hostess seated them, giving each a menu and water.  Nova noticed Winter sitting not far away. “Hey, that’s our doctor over there.” She nodded in Winter’s direction. “I didn’t know she knew anyone on Breezeway.”

“Yeah? We don’t have a doctor on my ship. We have a nurse though. You must have a large ship to have a doctor on board.”

“She’s a good size,” said Nova coyly. It never paid to give out too much information on your ship and crew to anyone, even an old friend. Some old friends, like most people had a price.

“What’s her name?”asked Jack, scanning his menu.

“Hey, they have shrimp here,” exclaimed Nova. “I think I’ll have that with the baked potato and garlic bread. What are you having?” Nova sipped her water.

While Jack noticed Nova didn’t answer his question, he understood her need to be careful and so dropped the subject.

“I think I’ll have the baked chicken and rice.”

Once the server took their menus, they chatted until their meal arrived. Nova glanced over now and then to see what Winter was doing and noticed that she didn’t look too happy. “Jack, do you know that guy talking to our doctor?”

Jack looked over to Winter’s table. “He doesn’t look familiar. Don’t believe I’ve ever seen him. Why?”

“Nothing in particular,” said Nova. “Just curious.”

Once their meals arrived they ate heartily. “I see you still have a good appetite, Nova.”

“Yep,” she answered between bites. “We also have a great cook on our ship.”

“Yeah? Sounds like a great ship.”

“It’s a good crew and the ship is sound too. It’s working for me so far.”

“I’m glad for you.” Jack reached over the table and took Nova’s hand in his. “You have time after lunch for a stroll?”

Nova looked into his eyes and knew he meant something other than just a stroll. She and Jack had known each other years before and hadn’t seen each other in over two years. Still, she had a warm place in her heart for him. “I believe I do,” she said, smiling.

“Great.” After paying for their meals, Jack and Nova stepped outside the restaurant. Jack took Nova in his arms and kissed her warmly.

“Still a great kisser,” said Nova.

“That’s something one does not forget how to do,” quipped Jack.

 They walked down the sidewalk, hand in hand,  reminiscing about old times until they came to a boarding house. “Oh look,” exclaimed Jack. “I think they rent rooms here.” He feigned a yawn. “Oh, boy. I think I’m sleepy after that big meal.”

“You’re not supposed to sleep after a large meal, “ said Nova. “You’ll get fat.”

“What makes you think I’ll be sleeping?” he winked.

“Now you’re talkin’,” said Nova.

Hand in hand, they walked into the boarding house and didn’t come out for the remainder of Nova’ s time on Breezeway. Before they left the room, Jack presented Nova with one lovely red rose. Nova sniffed it all the way back to the Aurora Lady.
 

Finally the food arrived and Winter sighed in relief. She quickly took two bites and wiped her mouth. “That was good, now I must leave.”

“I think not,” said Derrick. “Not if you care anything about your ship mates.” He calmly took a bite of his food.

“What? What are you talking about?” Winter felt as though the temperature in the room had dropped twenty degrees.

“I must confess, Winter. The only business I have here on Breezeway is......you.”

“What?” Winter was starting to get really nervous. She knew how scheming Derrick could be once he sat his mind on something he wanted. Or something he thought was his.

“I’ve spent a considerable amount of time and Universals finding you Winter. And it wasn’t easy by any means. Your Captain Brockman really knows how to lay low. But not low enough.”

“What makes you think I’m on his ship?”

“Please, Winter. A First can find anyone. I have very good sources.”

“What does Captain Brockman have to do with you, Derrick?”

“Nothing except for you, darling.”

Winter froze at the word ‘darling’. Derrick only called her that when he was thinking of her as his property. “I’m not your darling, Derrick. I’m leaving.” Winter started to get up.

Derrick pulled a CID from his suit pocket and slid it across the table. “Read this first.”

Winter sat back down and read the CID. “It was a list of all charges against Brockman and his crew. “These are bogus charges, and you know it!” She shoved the CID back across the table.

“Of course I know that,” said Derrick, finishing his steak. “But I can make them stick. You forget I’m part of the First Families.”

“You’re a distant cousin.”

“Even so, I wield a certain amount of power. Plus I have many influential friends. Not to mention family members. I can have him and that whole crew arrested right here, right now. And make no mistake. I will do that if I don’t get what I want.”

“And that is?” asked Winter, already knowing the answer.

“You of course. You and I will be married and then head back to Earth where you will take up your position at Earth Central Hospital as their Assistant Chief of Radiation Therapy. It’s a very prestigious position Winter. I had a hard time acquiring it. We will then move into our house, which I have already purchased and furnished. You’ll love it Win. It overlooks the most beautiful river in Tennessee.” He called for the check.

Winter’s face turned white. She knew she was beaten. If she didn’t do what Derrick wanted, Brock and the crew would all be thrown in jail. And he would make sure it was the worst jail in existence! She couldn’t bear imagining her friends in some filthy jail cell.

“You look tired, Win. Why don’t you go to our suite at the Breezeway Hotel, room 201. Our marriage is scheduled for tonight at seven thirty. Afterwards we’ll board the Fortune Maker and head back to Earth. How do you feel about that my love?”

“Like I want to puke,” responded Winter.

 He got up from the table after paying the bill and took Winter’s hand, pulling her from her seat. A large man in black came up to their table.

“Winter, this is Kane, your bodyguard. He will be accompanying you wherever you go. For your own protection, of course,” he smiled.

“My protection! You mean he’s to keep tabs on me.”

Derrick just smiled, knowing he had won. He so loved to win!

“I need to get my things from the ship first.”

“No need, Win. I’ve bought you a whole new wardrobe. It’s in our suite. You have everything you need. I’ve thought of everything!”

He put his arm around her shoulders as they walked out of the restaurant, not long after Nova left.  Kane followed closely behind the couple.

“Oh, and don’t try warning Captain Brockman. If I find out that you’ve said anything to him, I will have that ship stripped immediately and everyone on board thrown in jail.” He turned her to him and kissed her on the lips. Winter had no energy to resist. She knew when she was beaten.

“Kane, take good care of her.”

Kane nodded.

Winter couldn’t let Brock and the crew suffer because of her. When she and Derrick got to Earth, and she knew  Brock and the Aurora Lady were safe, she would find some way out of the life he had planned for them.

“One thing, Derrick,” said Winter in a soft voice. “Why me? I’m sure you have tons of women just dying to be your wife. Why don’t you chose one of those?”

“Because I chose you, Win. And once you accepted my ring, that meant you belonged to me. I would lose respect if it became known my fiancé left me. The First Families are more respectable than that.”

“The First Families are feared,  Derrick, not respected.”

“Really doesn’t make any difference. If I let what’s mine leave me, well that would just make others think they could do the same thing and I won’t stand for that.

“That reminds me.” Derrick pulled a small box from his pocket and opened it. In it sat the engagement ring Winter had returned to him before she left Earth. He put it on her finger.

“Now, it’s back where it belongs.”
 

“What do you mean she’s not coming?” asked Brock, hands on hips.

“She’s at the Breezeway Hotel. She says she’s getting married,” explained Rose. “Winter says her fiancé came here to get her. They’re returning to Earth tonight. She said she wouldn’t have signed on with us had we not left Earth like we did. Brock and crew had left Earth when under attack by the United Earth Forces when they were framed for stealing. Winter had jumped on board at the last minute in order to assist an injured Brock.

Winter had met Rose on her way to the hotel and explained everything.

“Really?” asked Brock. “Does this sound strange to anyone else?” Oro was standing beside Rose and nodded.

“I don’t believe a word,” said Rose. “Winter is obviously being forced into this deal. You should have seen her big ‘bodyguard’, Brock. Scary.” Rose shivered.

“What makes you think that?” asked Brock.

“A feeling I have.”

“Anything more substantial?”

“It doesn’t take a genius to see how scared she was. He’s got something on her, I’d bet my next six months salary on it.”

“Alright, what room is she in? I’ll go talk with her.”

“Room 201, but it won’t do you any good,” said Rose, “she’s made up her mind.”

“Then what do you expect me to do about it?”

Rose through up her arms in frustration. “I don’t know. Something!”

Brock watched Rose pace back and forth until she calmed down. “Did you ever consider you might be reading Winter all wrong? She might be excited about getting married. Isn’t that possible?”

“It’s possible,” relented Rose, “but not probable.”

“Be that as it may, there’s nothing we can do about it. She’s a grown woman.”

Rose stomped off into the ship mumbling. “I thought we never leave a crew member behind!”

Brock followed her into the ship.  “She’s no longer a member of this crew, Rose.”

“No one noticed Oro when she left.
.
Oro found Cowboy raking in his winnings at a poker table in the Portside Bar and Grill.

“Come with me,” she said to Cowboy. Oro was still carrying her assault rifle. Weapons were allowed on Breezeway and most carried at least one pistol.

Cowboy stood up, pocketed his winnings and tipped his hat to those around the table. “Thank you, gentlemen. It’s been a pleasure.”

“I was just getting ready to head back to the ship,” said Cowboy. “You didn’t have to come after me.”

“We’re not going to the ship,” said Oro, walking out of the bar. “We have a mission.”

“What kind of mission?” asked Cowboy.

“Rescue,” replied Oro.

“Who we gonna rescue?” asked Cowboy, hurrying to stay by Oro’s side.

“Dr. Green. She’s being forced to marry someone who plans on taking her back to Earth against her will.”

“Whoa!” said Cowboy who suddenly stopped. “You need to explain a little bit more.”

“We don’t have much time,” responded Oro.

“Then talk quickly,” said Cowboy.

Oro quickly filled Cowboy in on what had happened with Dr. Green. After listening intently, he said, “Does the Captain know about this?”

“Not exactly,” responded Oro.

“What does that mean?”

“No, he doesn’t know.”

“Is that because we don’t have time to fill him in on things, or you think he would have said no.”

“Ah, both” said Oro. “Now, are you in or out? Cause I can do this by myself, but I’d rather have help.”

“I’m in,” said Cowboy. “But the Captain is gonna have our hides.”

“We’ll worry about that after the doctor is safely aboard the ship,” said Oro, taking off again.

They walked quickly down the sidewalk not wanting to attract attention by running full out. It didn’t take them long to reach the Breezeway Hotel and Winter’s suite. Oro peeked around the corner of the corridor.  Winter’s suite was at the end. “I was right,” said Oro. “Her bodyguard’s right outside the door.”

“What do we do about him?” asked Cowboy.

Oro didn’t think her sexy girl routine would work on this guy so she went with another plan. “Go up to him and ask for directions. Play dumb. Get him looking in the opposite direction so I can get a jump on him.”

“Play dumb, I can do that. Cowboy pushed his hat way back on his head, causing him to look rather goofy. He lazily walked around the corner whistling until he came up to Kane. “Ah, howdy. Do you know which room Mr. Purler is in? He’s expect’n me.”

“There is no Mr. Purler on this floor. Leave now,” said Kane.

“Oh, now that ain’t nice.” Cowboy had his hands in his pockets and now took them out, spilling all his winnings over the carpet. “Now look what I done.” He bent down, starting to pick them up, and kept dropping each handful he picked up.  “Well shoot. I can’t hold on to nuthin’.”

Kane was getting tired of this oaf, and so knelt down to help him pick up his coins when suddenly he fell over, unconscious. Oro was standing above him, smiling.” She had smashed her rifle butt into his head. And just to make sure Kane stayed unconscious for awhile, Cowboy planted a big fist in his face.

“Hurry with those coins, said Oro, knocking on Winter’s suite.

Winter opened the door.“Oro, Cowboy,  what are you two doing here?”

“Howdy, Doctor Green,” said Cowboy. “We’re here to rescue you.”

“Rescue me? You’ve got to be kidding!”

“No Doctor, we’re not,” explained Oro as she and Cowboy dragged Kane into the room.

“What did you do to Kane?” asked Winter.

“He passed out,” said Oro. “Probably from hunger.”

“Uh uh,” said Winter.

Cowboy and Oro quickly tied Kane up and left him on the carpet.

 “Doctor,  come with us before your captor returns,” said Oro, taking Winter’s arm and pulling her to the door.

“Oro, stop! You don’t understand. Derrick has all the info on Brock and he’ll turn it into the authorities here. They’ll put him and everyone else in jail if I don’t come with him.”

Oro looked straight into Winter’s  eyes. “Dr. Green, do you honestly want to stay here?”

“No, but it doesn’t matter what I want,” said Winter.

“It does to us, now come.”

Was this a way out? Would another chance come again. It didn’t take Winter long to make her decision.  “Let me get my bags.”

Oro, Winter and Cowboy left the room and walked back down the corridor. Turning the first corner, they bumped right into Derrick!

“Oh, God! Derrick!” cried Winter.

Oro wasted no time as she slammed the butt of her rifle into Derrick’s face, knocking him unconscious.

Winter looked down at Derrick. “Oh, my.”

“Let’s get him into the room,” said Oro.

Cowboy easily slung Derrick over his shoulders and the three headed back to Winter’s hotel room.

“Oh, no,” said Winter. “I left my room card in my room.”

“Not a problem,’ said Oro as she kicked open the door.

“Okay, that’ll work,” said Winter. “I’ll get something to tie him up with.”

“Drop him here,” said Oro and Cowboy obeyed. Kane was still unconscious as Oro and Cowboy quickly tied and gagged Derrick.

“Let’s go,” said Oro.

“One more thing,” said Winter. She turned and kicked Derrick in his ribs. “I hope I broke some!” she said to him.

The three quickly left the hotel.

“Shouldn’t we be running?” asked Winter.

“Don’t want to attract too much attention,” said Oro. “Authorities always wonder why a person is running and usually check it out. We don’t want that.”

“No, we don’t want that,” said Winter, struggling to keep up with her two much taller crew mates. “But doesn’t your rifle attract attention, Oro?”

“Take a look around, doctor,” she said.

Winter looked around the street and noticed for the first time just how many people were carrying some kind of weapon.  “I never noticed.”

It wasn’t long before they realized Winter at five foot even wasn’t going to be able to keep up with her five foot eleven crew mates.

“We’re going too slow,” said Oro.

“I’m sorry,” said Winter. “I’m slowing us down.”

“No problem.” Oro glanced at Cowboy who was on the right side of the doctor.

He took Winter’s bags in his right hand and lifted the doctor under her right arm. “Up you go, doctor,” he said.  Oro did the same and they set off at a faster pace.

“This isn’t going to attract attention?” asked Winter. They got plenty of looks and a few laughs, but no one stopped them as they made their way to the Aurora Lady.

 

Back in room 201, Kane woke up and began to struggle against his bonds.

Oro and Cowboy had tied him up good and tight! There was no getting out of them, which Kane quickly realized. He did manage to move a little bit and inch his way to a table where a comm unit was. If he could just tip the table over and somehow reach the comm unit, maybe he could get a message out.

Slowly he managed to reach the table and knock against it so that the comm unit fell onto the floor right beside his head. He manage to send out an SOS by using his nose. Hopefully, one of Derrick’s men would reach them in time to stop the Aurora Lady from leaving Breezeway. He then turned his attention to his employer.
 

Oro, Cowboy and Winter finally reached the ship. Brock was finishing stowing away the cargo when they arrived.

“We need to leave, now, Captain,” said Oro.

“What’s going on?” asked Brock. “Dr. Green, I thought you were staying behind and getting married?”

“Not anymore Captain. And I suggest we discuss this later, after we’re in space.”

“Wonderful,” said Brock. “What did you do?” he asked the three of them.

“Nothing much,” said Oro. “Just a little kidnaping.”

“Kidnaping?” said Brock.

“Correct,” said Oro as they made their way into the ship and closed the ramp up.

“Ian,” began Brock, “get us outta here fast!”

“Away we go,” said Ian as the Aurora Lady’s engines fired up. It would take a couple of minutes for them to lift off the planet.

“Dr. Winter, I think you need to explain a few things, if you don’t mind.”
 

One of Derrick’s men rushed into the hotel room and found Kane and Derrick.       

He quickly released their bonds.

“Send out a notice to the authorities to stop the Aurora Lady from leaving. My wife has been kidnaped!”

The man relayed the message to the authorities through his TIC (Tool for Information Control).

“We’re gonna need that complaint in writing, sir,” said the security officer who answered his call.

“Give me that!” yelled Derrick, referring to the man’s comm unit.

“This is Derrick Francois. My wife has been kidnaped by the crew of the Aurora Lady!”

“Yes sir, but I’ll still need your complaint in writing.”

“Do you know who I am?!” asked Derrick. “I’m a member of the First Families. I don’t need a written report. Stop that ship NOW!”

“One moment please,” said the security officer who promptly put Derrick on hold.

“Don’t put me on...dammit!”

Derrick was up and running out of the hotel by this time. “Get me a car, fast!” he called to his man.

“Your car is waiting, Mr. Francois,” he answered.

“Good. These stupid authorities don’t know a damn thing. So much for these backward planets.” It was just a couple of minutes before Derrick was in his car and heading for the docking ports.

With his hover car speeding over the main road, security finally got back to him.

“Mr. Francois,” said a different voice, “How may I help you?”

“I’ve already explained that my wife has been kidnaped by the crew of the Aurora Lady. I want that ship stopped from taking off!”

“Sir, I’ve checked our records and it doesn’t show you as having a wife.”

“We were going to be married this evening,” explained Derrick. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well sir, filing a false report is against our laws. Would you like to amend that request?”

“Hell no!” Derrick slammed the comm unit to the floor of his car.

The Security Officer said, “He hung up on me, imagine that,” he said, laughing to his brother officer.  “Maybe next time he’ll realize that the First Families ain’t  worshiped out here like they are on Earth. Has the Aurora Lady lifted off yet?”

“Checking,” said the other officer. “Just leaving now, sir.”

“Good. That should cause our Mr. First Family a bit of a disappointment.”
They both laughed.
 

“We’re away,” said Ian as Brock reached the bridge.

“Good. Any problems?”

“Such as?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” said Brock. “Maybe something about a kidnaping?”

“We kidnap somebody?” asked Ian.

“Dr. Green.”

“I thought she was a member of our crew?” Ian had been inside the ship testing out his systems and didn’t hear what Rose told Brock about Winter staying behind. Ian gave Brock a puzzled look.

“I’ll explain later,” said Brock.

“Oooookay,” said Ian.

Derrick’s car arrived just in time to see the Aurora Lady flying away.

“Damn it, Winter!” he screamed. “This isn’t the end of things!”
 

Once safely away from the planet, Captain Brock gathered his crew around the galley table. He opened the comm unit to include Ian and waited for Dr. Green to explain things.

Brock took a chair, turned it around and sat down, his arms resting on the back. “Go ahead, Doctor.”

Winter placed her bags on the table and took a seat. “Okay,” she began. After she explained what had happened between Derrick and herself, she leaned back in her chair. “You know the rest.”

“Well, that certainly explains a few things,” said Rose.

“Like why I signed on so quickly?” asked Winter.

“Yes, and why you stayed on board,” said Rose. “I thought you were going to request we drop you off at the next planet after leaving Earth like we did.”

“I thought about it, but I knew Derrick would find me eventually.”

“So we were a convenient way to escape?” asked Zahirah.

“At first, yes. But I’ve come to love it here. I know I haven’t been exactly social since boarding, but now I really feel part of the crew. You could have left me on Breezeway with Derrick, but you didn’t.” She nodded towards Oro and Cowboy. “Thank you.”

Oro nodded.

“It was my pleasure, Ma’am,” said Cowboy, tipping his hat to her.

Winter smiled. “And Captain, thank you for allowing me to come back on board.”

“Didn’t want to lose our doctor.” Brock smiled and winked at Winter.

“Right,” she said. “But I fear I may have brought down more trouble on you and the crew. Derrick may start searching for me again.”

“Don’t’ worry about that right now, Winter. If trouble comes, we’ll handle it together.”

“Now, everyone back to work,” he said, rising. “We only have three weeks to make Avalon.”

“Three weeks?” asked Nova. “That’s not gonna be easy on the engines, Cap’n.”

“She’ll make it,” he said. “She’s a good ship.”

“Aye, she is,” said Nova heading back into the engine room.

“I need to put these things away,” said Winter gathering up her bags.

“Dinner isn’t going to make itself,” remarked Zahirah. “Everyone out of the galley.”

“Oh, Doctor,” said Zahirah. “I bought several herbs to plant. I thought you might like to grow them for me. I don’t have the time and you mentioned  you’ve done some gardening before?”

Winter’s face lit up. “Yes, I can do that.” She would finally have something to do when not patching up the crew!

“All the gardening supplies are in the cargo bay.” said Zahirah.

“Wonderful!” exclaimed Winter. “As soon as I put these away, I’ll see to them.”

Rose smiled at Zahirah as Winter left the galley.

“Nice,” she said, patting Zahirah on the shoulder.

Later that night, Winter took a dress out of its package. It was the silver gown she had admired on Breezeway. Derrick had purchased it for her and she couldn’t leave it behind. “I wonder if I can wear this while planting herbs?”
 

A FEW DAYS OUT OF BREEZEWAY

“You think they’re trailing us?” asked Captain Daniel Brockman.

“Hard to say,” responded Ian. “Might be noth’n.”

Brock leaned over his pilot’s shoulder and gazed at the display screen. “Could be, but then again......”

“Right. I’ll keep an eye on ‘em.”

“It’s probably just another cargo vessel on a run.”

“A cargo ship far away from the regular shipping lanes?”

“We’re here.”

“We have a good reason with Overlinger after us,” said Ian. Overlinger framed Brock and the Aurora Lady of stealing among other things. Brock decided it was best to avoid all the popular shipping lanes in case Overlinger had ships out searching for them.

“You think it’s Overlinger?” asked Ian.

“Not likely,” said Brock. “Overlinger wouldn’t hang back like that. He would blast the Aurora Lady out of space.”

“Point taken.”

“Just keep a sharp eye on them. I have an uneasy feeling about that ship.”

“Will do.”

Lately, trouble seemed to follow the Aurora Lady like a stray dog. Brock patted Ian on the shoulder and left the Bridge.
 

Rose watched Brock leave the Bridge without a word to anyone. Something was up. She followed him to his cabin.

“Brock, what’s wrong?” she asked.

“Come in and shut the door, Rose.”

“What is it?” she asked after shutting the cabin’s door.

“There’s a ship following us,” began Brock. “Could be nothing, might be Pirates.”

“Pirates?!

“We can’t be sure they’re actually following us yet. Ian will notify me if that changes.”

Rose paced the small cabin. “It’s not likely to be other than Pirates, is it?”

“There’s a chance. We’ll know for sure in a couple of hours.”

“I see. Is there anything you need me to do now?”

“No. I don’t want to upset the rest of the crew if it turns out to be nothing.”
“Okay. But now that I know what it could be, I’m afraid I can’t hide my anxiety from the crew. May as well hide in here until we know for sure.”

Brock chuckled. “Then the crew will definitely know something’s up!”

Rose smiled. ‘You have a point. Well, keep me informed then.”

Brock nodded as Rose left his cabin.

“Time will tell,” he mumbled to himself.

 

“Any change?” asked Brock. It had been two hours since Ian first spotted a ship that appeared to be following them.

“None so far,” reported Ian. “They’re hanging back just at the edge of our sensors.”

“You’d think if they were just an innocent ship they’d  want to travel closer to another ship for protection if not company.”

“I would,” said Ian.

“So would I.”
 

LATER THAT AFTERNOON

“There’s no doubt now, Brock,” said Ian. “They’re following us and coming up fast.”

“Can we contact them”

“Yep, go ahead.”

“Unknown ship. State your purpose in following us,” stated Brock. “Trailing a ship like you’re doing is dangerous. Back off.” They waited a few moments for a response, but none came.

“Maybe they’re comm system is down?” offered Ian.

Brock threw Ian a look. “I know, I know. It’s not likely. What do we do if they keep this up?”

“Then we’ll know exactly who they are and what they want.”

“Pirates,” said Ian.

“Pirates,” said Brock.

Brock patted Ian on the shoulder and left the Bridge.

“Heads up people,” began Brock to his crew who were settled around the galley table.

“What’s going on?” asked Zahirah.

“Pirates,” said Brock.

“What?!”

“This far out?” asked Oro. “Doesn’t make any sense.”

“What does make sense,” began Brock, “is that we have a marker on this ship. It’s the only way they could track us through LS.”

“A marker?” asked Zahirah. “How would a marker get onto this ship?”

“It could be any one of us, Zee,” said Brock. “All of us except for Ian was on Breezeway. Someone could have planted a marker on our clothes or purchases. We’ll need to check everything that came on board.”

“Does that include our cargo?” asked Rose. “You don’t think Carlyle marked us, do you?”

“No I don’t Rose, but we need to check anyway. Carlyle would have no reason to mark us unless he wanted to lose his cargo and I don’t think that’s the case.”

“What if the pirates attack us and board the ship?” asked a worried Winter.

“They steal the ship and cargo, kill the men and take the ladies  as slaves,” said Cowboy.

“After raping the women first,” added Oro.

“I wasn’t going to mention that,” responded Cowboy.

“Best to know what we’re up against,” said Oro.

“Oh God,” cried Winter. “What will we do? How can we fight pirates?!”

Rose got up and put her arm around Winter’s shoulder. “I’m sure it won’t come to that, Winter.”

“How do you know?”

“Well, I don’t for sure, but I’m confident in Ian and Brock’s ability to keep us safe.”

Winter folded her arms across her chest. “I hope you’re right, Rose.”

“Right now, Ian is managing to stay ahead of them, but they’re gaining on us. We need to find that marker immediately before they get any closer. But first, Rose, head for the armory and had out pistols to everyone. Just in case.”

“Alright,” said Rose, hurrying to the armory. Rose returned and handed everyone, except Oro, a pistol. Oro carried her own.

“We to check everything that came on board, no matter how innocent it looks.  We only have two scanners, so we’ll need to take turns. Let’s get to it.” A scanner is an electronic piece of equipment that detects any kind of signals being emitted.

Everyone scattered into different directions and began going through their belongings. Cowboy and Rose checked out the cargo.

Nova stayed in the engine room, trying to keep the Aurora Lady in one piece.

“Brock,” called Ian over the comm unit.

“Ian?” said Brock.

“We’d better find that marker soon. They’re gaining on us. I can’t keep this up much longer.”

“We haven’t found anything yet, Ian. But I know it’s got to be here somewhere.” Brock was frustrated. Most everything had been scanned and nothing turned up.

Just then the alarm blared! “Everyone to battle stations!” ordered Brock as he hurried back to the Bridge.

Oro went straight to the tactical room which was also known as the Crow’s Nest. It was just to the side of the bridge. It was small, just enough room for one. She sat down and placed the virtual reality helmet on her head. This would enable her to handle both the top gun and the aft ones simultaneously.

Cowboy headed for the cargo bay to secure the cargo. It wouldn’t do for a crate to break loose and damage the hull.

Same thing for the galley supplies and dishes. Zahirah was busy securing everything there.

“What’s going on?” asked Brock, seating himself at the co-pilot’s chair.

“They’re almost on our tail,” reported Ian.

Brock touched his comm unit. “Nova, what’s our engine status?”

“The engines are running hot, Cap’n. If we make anymore of those sharp turns, or keep changing speeds, something’s gonna blow.”

 

Nova was running hard between each part of the Aurora Lady’s engines.  It was hot and the engines were close to overheating due to the fast speed and sharp turns Ian had been making in trying to lose the pirates.  She leaned back against the bulkhead and pulled out a handkerchief. She wisped her forehead as Winter came into the room.

“Nova?” she called.

“Back here, Doctor.”

Winter knew that Nova wouldn’t take care of herself while in a crisis and so had brought her something to drink.

“Here, drink this. I think you’re probably dehydrated.” Winter handed Nova a large cup.

“Even when we’re about to battle pirates, you’re still doctoring,” smiled Nova as she drank the liquid.

“Always. Besides, I don’t have anything else to right now.”

As Nova drank, Winter took a look around the engine room and noticed the rose Jack had given Nova.

“Nova, was this rose scanned?”

“Huh? Ah, no. I’ve been so busy with these engines I forgot about it. But it couldn’t be the source of the marker. It was given to me by a good friend.”

“I see. Mind if I take it and have it scanned just in case?”

“Go ahead,” said Nova as she finished her drink. “That was good. Thanks.”

“It should help you feel better. It’s my special brew.”

“It did.” Just then Ian made a sharp turn and the engine started hissing out steam!”

“Get outta here, Doctor,” said Nova as she hurried to fix the problem.

Winter quickly walked out the door, looking for a scanner.

As Nova was repairing the leak, she pondered the rose and Jack and smiled. Then slowly her smiled faded to a frown.  “Tarpeis Enterprises,” said Nova out loud. “Oh no, it can’t be.” She touched the TIC on her hand. Cap’n, I think I know who is following us.”

“Go on.”

“It’s a friend of mine, Jack York. He told me he works for Tarpeis Enterprises.”

“So?”

“Tarpeis is an anagram for Pirates. Winter’s checking the rose he gave me for the marker. I’m sure it’s there.”

“Thanks Nova. How are the engines holding up?”

“She can’t take much more of this.”

“Understood. With any luck, she won’t have to much longer.”

“Cap’n, I’m sorry. I should’ve figured it out before now.”

“It’s not your fault, Nova. Just keep those engines running.”

“Aye, Cap’n.”

“Captain,” called Winter.

“Go ahead, Doctor.”

“Nova’s rose had the marker in it. What do you want to do with it?”

“Bring it to me.”

“You have an idea?” asked Ian.

“I believe I do. And if this comes out alright, we should be able to get back on schedule in just a few minutes.”

After Winter brought the rose to Brock, he inspected the marker. “Quality work here. Too bad I can’t keep it.”

“Ian, keep the ship away from them without going into LS.”

“I’ll try.”

Brock hurried down to the engine room where Nova was frantically working away. He explained to Nova what his plan entailed. “Can you do it?”

“Yep, I believe I can, Cap’n. Just give me a couple of minutes.  I’ll be ready by the time you return to the Bridge.”

Brock patted Nova on her shoulder. “Good. Keep her in one piece, Nova.”

“Aye Cap’n.”

Brock was hurrying back to the Bridge when the ship suddenly rocked and knocked him off his feet. “Ian report!”

“She fired at us, Brock!”

“Oro, fire at will!”

“Yes sir!” Oro began firing the aft guns. Her first shot missed, but she connected with the second one.

Brock made it to the Bridge a few moments later and sat down at the co-pilot’s seat. “If we time this just right, we should be able to make it.”

Suddenly The Lady was hit and sparks flew from Ian’s console. “Damn!” he exclaimed, pushing away from it, his hands singed.

“What did we lose?” asked Brock.

“Nothing yet,” said Ian, able to check all systems with his Chip. “Just grazed her.”

“Care to let me in on this plan?” asked Ian.

“Nova’s placing the marker on a pinger. As soon as she releases it, we hit Light Speed. They should go after the pinger with any luck.” A pinger is a device that sends out the energy signature of a particular ship which enables that ship to escape in a different direction.

“That could work.”

“Nova, release the pinger now,” called Brock.

“Pinger away,” called Nova. Instantly the Aurora Lady went into Light Speed.

“Dropping out of LS,” said Ian a few minutes later.  As the ship came out of LS, Brock carefully examined the sensors. “It looks like we did it.”

“I’m glad,” said Ian, holding up his injured hands.

“You need to see our doctor.”

“Aye, I believe I do. You really think we lost them?”

“If we don’t see them in the next hour or so, I’d say we’re safe.”

Ian nodded and left the Bridge, heading for the Infirmary where Dr. Green had him patched up in no time.

One hour later, it was determined that they were no longer being followed and all finally relaxed.

Brock walked back to the engine room where Nova was busy as usual. “How’s she holding up?”

“She took a little damage to her hull and the engines are running hot. We need to shut her down for awhile or risk further damage. A couple of conduits blew and we’ll need a few other minor repairs. Nothing too serious, Cap’n, but she’s gonna cost a few Unis to get her back into shape.”

Brock put his hands on his hips. “There goes that big payday,” he mumbled to himself. “How long do you need to shut down?”

“Minimum two hours. Best if we had six, but......”

“Not a good idea to stop longer than that out here,” finished Brock. “I think we can do two hours.”

“Thanks,” said Nova. “She did good, Cap’n,” said Nova smiling at her engines.

“That she did,” agreed Brock.

LATER THAT NIGHT

“You did not!” laughed Rose. “Our Dr. Winter Green stealing something? No way.” Rose took another bite of the delicious stew Zahirah had created for the crew. They were all seated around the central wooden table located in the middle of the Galley.

“Hey, I was only sixteen,” replied Winter.

“What did you steal? Asked Ian. “Jewelry? Electronics?”

“Weapons?” asked Oro. Everyone stopped eating and stared at Oro. “What?”

“You think a sixteen year old girl would steal weapons?” asked Brock.

“I would,” replied Oro. “If the need was great enough and I didn’t have any Unis.”

“Nice to know,” remarked Ian.

Oro nodded.

“It was a RAB, (Reading Apparatus for Books),” answered Winter.

“You stole a book?” asked Cowboy. “Now boots I could understand.”

“Yes,” replied Winter. “I loved to read then and I was finished with my latest ones. I didn’t have any Unis, so......”

“I hope there was more than one book on that RAB,” commented Zahirah. “To make the danger  worth it, I mean,” she finished, when the others looked her way.

Winter laughed. “There were 25 books on it. And I returned it after getting a big round of guilt.”

“Now that sounds like our doctor,”said Rose, smiling.

Winter took the last bite of her stew. “After I finished reading it,” she said slyly.

Everyone laughed. It looked as though this crew would finally become a team.