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Night Vision	By : ehiltebe Category: M through R > Pitch Black Views: 1117 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Black. All I can claim is Eileen, really; all else is borrowed, and profits me not at all!

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Chapter Two
“Sis, wake up, dammit!” Someone was shaking me into awareness. “Fuck, they’ve messed up th’ dosing on whatever they used t’ gas us. C’mon, sis, we gotta get outta here!”
“Wha’s goin’ on, J—” I began, puzzled by the slurred sound of my speech before a hand covered my mouth.
“Lyra, we’re not safe,” my adoptive sister hissed into my ear. That startled me into opening my eyes. Bright light made me slam them shut again.
“Fucking hell.”
“Shit’s hit th’ fan,” Jack agreed sourly. “Somethin’ tells me Vaako’s not exactly on board with th’ opposition’s plan, though.” I cracked an eyelid just a little and saw her shrug. “Been several hours since I came to, an’ th’ one Necro who’s poked his head in here wasn’t one V trusts at all.”
Interesting. The only Necromonger I had even the slightest fondness for—Niklas didn’t count, as a quisling and not a true convert—had been careful about which members of the frigate’s crew were allowed to approach us without Vaako himself present. The detail that the brunette had noticed could be telling. She didn’t have to say that the black-haired First Among Commanders hadn’t been looking over the other Necro’s shoulder.
“An’ no sign of Rick?”
“Nope.” Again, it was a question for which I’d already known the answer, but I’d asked anyway. “We gotta go, sis, before they get up back t’ th’ fleet.” Where the mastermind of the plot could do damned near whatever they wanted to us.
“Okay, but we’ve gotta find my shades first.”
“You’re wearin’ ‘em,” my sister replied, her voice even more troubled. Apparently I’d been affected by the knockout agent in a way she hadn’t. Still, she hauled me upright and slung my arm over her shoulders to keep me steady.
“I’ve already bypassed th’ shitty attempt they made at lockin’ us in; door’s meant t’ keep people out.” I snorted, amused by the contempt in Jack’s voice.
Given the teen’s innate abilities, I was unsurprised when she helped me into the copilot’s seat of the frigate’s only shuttle. She’d been one of the youngest people ever, if not the youngest, to qualify for a commercial spacecraft pilot’s license, and she had picked up the ability to fly small Necro ships as easily as any other vessel. Moments later, the shuttle slipped silently from its bay and then the frigate’s drive field.
Personally, I didn’t recognize the stellar neighborhood. Not only had my head started feeling better, but Jack had kept the interior lights as dim as possible while still allowing her to see. However, it looked like we were way off the beaten path.
“I’m runnin’ charts for comparison.” She glanced at me. “We ain’t anywhere I’m familiar with, either.”
“An’ we don’t know where they put Rick.” I didn’t need the precognitive abilities that, according to Niklas, I had inherited from my mother to know what Jack was thinking. With a sigh, I admitted to myself that searching for my mate was liable to take a long time.
Since the day we’d met on a planet with three suns and a year-long eclipse, Rick and I had spent very little time physically separated from each other. We’d never tested the connection we had, never saw a reason to do so. How would such great distances interact with the bond between us?
“We’ll find him, Eileen.” Jack put a hand on my arm, trying to comfort me in an odd role reversal. “No matter what it takes.”
~*~
A rough tongue against his cheek roused him, and Niklas squinted as he stroked the concerned spine-cat. From the bitter aftertaste and the dryness of his throat, he knew what gas had kept him unconscious. Furthermore, he knew who was responsible for the sneak attack that had obviously taken the eighteen totem animals out of commission, as well. That was the only way any Necromonger could have moved the creatures against their will without major bloodshed.
Sitting up, he took stock of his surroundings. A quick mental review indicated that he was probably in the ghost settlement the Alphas and their adopted sister had described to him when they spoke about how they’d met. Even from inside a building, he could tell that they hadn’t exaggerated about the climate: boiling hot, and bone dry. Exploration brought him to the moisture collector, which seemed to have escaped damage during the eclipse from which they had fled.
Dame Vaako thought she had taken him out of the game. Once he’d found a container and started the moisture collector, he sat down in the shade and removed his left shoe. Withdrawing the insole allowed him to access the secret compartment he had created in the heel.
The dark gray, rounded object fit his palm easily as he caressed its surface in precise patterns. Niklas prayed silently to the Lady as he composed a message and sent it. Somewhere, another Furyan survivor would have a similar device, would be able to respond to his distress signal. They would bring a large enough vessel to transport the precious scale-wolves and spine-cats without anyone feeling crowded.
In the meantime, he needed to find provisions.
~*~
Richard, Eileen, and Jack were in trouble again. It had been several months, but the Pack bonds’ message could not be mistaken. Worse, Marcus felt them pulling in three different directions, one of them to the new pack-mate he had yet to meet.
The fact that the Pack had grown was good, but the unfamiliar connection blurred the sense of direction the heavily-muscled Beta normally possessed. Frustrated, he had left the Cartwrights’ spacious apartment to wander the corridors of Icarus Station. Only the sunlight on the park level seemed to ease his tension.
Marcus eventually settled himself against a tree, the ordinary scents of soil and bark soothing his senses. In fact, he all but dozed off where he sat. Then an artificially-induced wind stirred the leaves around him, and a stray piece of paper blew into his lap. Curious, Marcus took a look at the flyer.
“Yard sale.” His brow furrowed as he read further. “Unclaimed items from the Lost and Found office. I wonder…” He’d have to ask James a few questions, but this event had some potential. It was still a week away, but he had the patience to wait.
~*~
She kept one eye on her controls and the other on her sister. Eileen’s vision had gone back to normal, but it had been disconcerting to see her eyes looking almost exactly like Rick’s when she started to wake from the gassing. Side effects generally had been eliminated in Necro drugs, Jack had learned, but maybe the reaction had been something to do with being a Prime Alpha Furyan.
A soft tone from the console drew her attention. The ship had finally figured out where they were: halfway across settled space from Helion Prime, and almost as far from Icarus Station. Farther than the shuttle could manage, in both cases.
“Just fuckin’ wonderful,” she muttered. Eileen looked up, her concern evident. “Gonna be weeks before we hit a civilized system.” Meaning somewhere they could fence the Necro shuttle and get less conspicuous transport.
“Closest major system?”
“You’re gonna laugh.” Her sister shot her a glare that said to stop fooling around. “Lupus is closest, at least two months out at this tub’s best speed. An’ no, nothin’ I can do t’ soup it up any more.”
“What about th’ systems between here an’ there?”
“Well…” Jack sighed. “Callin’ ‘em ‘civilized’ is bein’ way generous.” She slouched in her seat, crossing her arms on the console and burying her face in them. “Why’s it mercs again?”
“Dunno, kiddo.” Eileen took her hand and squeezed gently. “We’ll get through, like we always do.”
~God, I hope you’re right, sis.~ Trying to stifle any doubts she had, Jack carefully plotted a course to Lupus V. She really didn’t wanna step into that pit of snakes if she could help it, but there wasn’t a fucking choice this time.
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