The Stasis Pirates’ ion
trail had been easy to follow…too easy, now that Mihai thought about it. She followed it along the Outer Corridor,
past the Trizentine and into the Frontier.
Nearing hostile territory, she disembarked from the battle cruiser in
her fighter, telling its captain to remain there on patrol. The fighter stealthily passed the Frontier,
following the pirates’ trail far into forbidden territory.
The Stasis had made
directly for ZemiaKone, meaning ‘Lost Rabbit’, the enemy’s westernmost territory
bordering on the Frontier. It was
believed to be little more than an outpost - at least that is what was agreed
upon at the armistice. As Mihai drifted
toward its surface, dodging radar and sonic detection, she felt there was way
too much chatter on the communication channels to be coming from a few lonely
outposts.
Her ship settled down in a desert canyon a few miles from
where the fighter’s instruments indicated the pirates landed. Following the gullies and ravines, she
gingerly made her way in the direction of a distant space terminal. About a mile away, she found a narrow draw,
leading down to the plain far below.
Soon the rocky walls stretched high above her head.
A sudden chill raced up the woman’s spine. Something was wrong. Instinctively she twisted away from some
unknown assailant. Mihai’s prescience
saved her from death, but not from injury.
A plunging, razor-sharp claw from a guard droid caught her as she spun
around, driving her toward the ground.
She could feel its icy-cold blade tearing through the flight suit and
into her flesh. Then came a sickening
sound of cracking bones and snapping tendons as the beast ripped a deep gash
down across her back, slamming her, facedown into the dirt.
Mihai rolled away to her left in a choking cloud of dust
just in time to escape a second blow, the blade making a ‘swooshing’ noise as it passed her face. Still tumbling, she triggered her lanner,
holstered on her left hip. There was no
time to pull the weapon free. The raised
arms of the droid were already dropping for the final thrust that would skewer
her through. . .
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