Fire Rage
The Fire Planets Saga #3
Chris Ward
Contents
By Chris Ward
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About the Author
Fire Rage
1. Lia
2. Caladan
3. Lia
4. Karr-Urd
5. Harlan5
6. Caladan
7. Beth
8. Raylan
9. Lia
10. Beth
11. Caladan
12. Harlan5
13. Lia
14. Harlan5
15. Caladan
16. Raylan
17. Beth
18. Lia
19. Harlan5
20. Caladan
21. Lia
22. Beth
23. Raylan
24. Harlan5
25. Davar
26. Lia
27. Beth
28. Lia
29. Paul
30. Caladan
31. Lia
32. Beth
33. Lia
34. Caladan
35. Beth
36. Lia
37. Harlan5
38. Caladan
39. Beth
40. Lia
41. Raylan
42. Caladan
43. Lia
44. Beth
45. Caladan
46. Raylan
47. Lia
48. Beth
49. Lia
50. Caladan
51. Harlan5
52. Lia
53. Beth
54. Lia
Glossary of Races
Glossary of Systems and Planets
Glossary of Terminology
Acknowledgments
Contact
“Fire Rage - The Fire Planets Saga #3”
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Fire Rage
1
Lia
It was much easier to breathe without an electrified staff prodding into your back, Lianetta Jansen thought, as the Oufolani guards herded her like cattle into a glass elevator. Surrounded by more guards on the other side of the transparent box, the pilot of her ship, Caladan, gave her an awkward wink out of his swollen, blackened right eye, a gesture he thought was funny or ironic. Then the elevator moved, and in moments they were dropping fast enough to make her eyes water, the grub-like Oufolani around her contracting like squeezed sponges.
‘Hold her,’ one of the guards said in a robotic voice that came from an embedded translation box in the roll of flesh below its tiny, caterpillar-like head. ‘Her intelligence might be compromised if she bumps her head.’
Stumpy forelegs pressed around her arms, hundreds of tiny hooks tickling her skin. Not content to hold her with a single pair of legs, the nearest guard lifted the second and third of its six segments off the ground to hold her with six legs at once. The pair nearest her waist secreted a sticky liquid that smelled like rotten plant matter. Certain the Oufolan was getting aroused by its closeness, Lia closed her eyes and tried to think about the shipment of Whir-town brandy they had picked up at their last stop as she swallowed down the urge to vomit.
As quickly as it had fallen into freefall down the outer edge of Ergogate’s third-largest tube-city, a fifty-mile deep glass tube known as Rock Haven, the elevator came to a jolting stop. Lia opened her eyes as the nearest guard released her. The one at her rear prodded her toward the opening doors.
‘Wow, he liked you.’ Caladan chuckled. ‘Pretty sure you’ve never turned me on that bad. Not even on laundry day.’
‘Your beard looks better when it’s on upside down,’ Lia fired back, feeling mildly victorious as Caladan frowned.
He blew flat the part of his long beard that had curved up during the viciously swift descent. ‘I thought you’d got used to my face.’
Lia scowled. ‘I’ll never get used to it.’
‘Move,’ the Oufolan guard captain said. ‘No dawdling.’
The guards pushed them close together. The group headed down the corridor, a glass tube like most of Rock Haven, the uniform transparency broken only by a black felt carpet that collected a slime trail as the Oufolani passed.
Caladan nudged Lia in the ribs with his only elbow. ‘Look at that.’ He nodded at Rock Haven’s vast outer wall, through which the planet’s surface was visible. ‘A firestorm is rising. Just think, if the glass wasn’t here, all these grubs would be incinerated. Like how I used to pour boiling water on the ants’ nests in my parents’ garden.’
‘I never knew you had a garden.’
‘You should ask me more personal questions. I was a proper horticulturalist.’
‘What happened to it?’
As the Oufolani pushed them along the corridor, Lia peered out at Ergograte’s barren surface, the firestorms that stripped everything on a near-daily basis leaving the rock scorched free of any hint of vegetation. The desert landscape had darkened, storm clouds gathering overhead, their grim undersurface betraying the devastation they were set to unleash.
‘Here we go.’
Even through the tube city’s three-meter thick glass walls, the air rumbled as the clouds burst, the very air itself igniting as the flammable atmosphere self-combusted. The glass walls darkened, an automatic tinting system designed to protect the eyes of residents switching on, but beyond the glass the raging fire that enveloped all the visible landscape was still apparent.
The Oufolani had stopped, Lia and Caladan coming to halt with them. As one, the ten caterpillar-like off-worlders dropped onto all six sets of legs and turned to watch the firestorm, umming and aahing through their robotic voice translators like children watching their first fireworks display.
‘Should we try to escape?’ Caladan whispered.
Lia shook her head. ‘There’s nowhere to go. The spaceport will be in lockdown until the storm passes, and there aren’t a lot of hiding places in a city that’s ninety percent glass.’
‘We could skin a couple of those grubs and wear them like disguises,’ Caladan said.
‘You might be able to, but I’d die from the smell.’
‘I guess death is a better option, then.’
‘What is it you always say about my tongue? That’s it’s my greatest weapon. Give it a chance.’
‘That’s not quite what I meant.’
‘What did you mean, then?’
The Oufolani resumed their positions, rising onto their three rear sets of feet to stand at Lia’s shoulder height. Even though she’d dealt with Oufolani before, Lia found it uncomfortable to be around them. She knew from studying Harlan5’s databases the Oufolani were highly intelligent, with an IQ twice that of an average human’s, and their scientists were sought after by technology companies all over the galaxy.
It didn’t matter.
They were giant caterpillars.
The group passed through another glass door, this one tinted to hide what lay inside, and found themselves in a meeting room. A table stood in the center, piled high with dark green organic matter that resembled algae.
Another Oufolan stood on the other side of the table. Unlike the guards, who were all a dull gray, this one was a kaleidoscope of color, everything from luminous yellow to chrome purple. A deceptively small head was disguised by large fake eyespots on its upper segment, which were backed by multi-colored spines curving forward like giant eyelashes.
‘Ah, Lianetta Jansen,’ came a robotic woman’s voice. ‘The legendary outlaw. It’s my pleasure to welcome you to my office.’
‘Adjunct Seefontik,’ Lia said. ‘I’d hoped to meet you in less pressing circumstances.’
‘Come,’ the Oufolan said. ‘We’ll leave my guards to feast while we talk.’ The tiny head turned. ‘Release them.’
Lia and Caladan had their bonds removed and followed Adjunct Seefontik through a glass door into a wider chamber. As the door closed behind them, an automatic tinting system hiding the other room from view, she caught a glimpse of the guards hungrily gathering around the table of green mulch.
‘A moment, please,’ Adjunct Seefontik said. One stumpy foreleg pressed a control panel on the wall, then the whole room moved, gliding like a giant elevator through a series of glass tubes until it came to rest on a side of Rock Haven near the cliff. Lia, who had visited many of the galaxy’s wonders, still marveled at Ergogate’s tube cities. On a fire planet rich in trioxyglobin, the government of Quaxar System had utilized the only other resource—sand—to create giant test tubes embedded into fissures in the earth, each containing an entire city. While the lower levels, where complex generators harnessed the firestorms’ energy to power the city, were built of more conventional metal alloys, the upper levels were almost entirely glass. You could watch hundreds of people going about their business as though floating in the air, while tinted blocks would wink out while private matters were given attention.
Adjunct Seefontik pressed another button and a doorway in the glass itself appeared, leading into a tunnel bored into the connecting rock. Without waiting, the adjunct headed into the tunnel, moving on all six sets of legs, leaving Lia and Caladan hurrying to keep up.
‘What’s this, a giant ants’ nest?’ Caladan muttered.
‘Seriously, I know you think that’s a joke, but I wouldn’t go there,’ Lia answered, nudging a small bug aside as it attempted to mount her shoe. ‘I’ve heard there’s an Oufolani subspecies which requires a live host for incubation. Their homeworld used to incarcerate an unnaturally high number of off-worlder prisoners.’
‘Best say nothing more about that.’ Caladan grimaced as he looked at his feet.
Up ahead, Adjunct Seefonik slowed. She lifted her two front sets of legs and moved at a slower pace to allow them to walk side by side. ‘I thought I’d show you what you were doing when you decided to run with your cargo.’
‘We didn’t run,’ Lia said. ‘Like I told your guards—our ship suffered a malfunction. It automatically assumed a flight sequence. The autopilot had been glitchy for weeks.’
‘We’re refugees out of Trill System,’ Caladan said. ‘We’re tired of running. We were glad we’d found somewhere safe to hole up for a bit. We were looking forward to becoming productive members of the community.’
Adjunct Seefonik sighed. The colors of her fake eye spots flickered, as though she were rolling giant eyes. ‘I don’t care about Trill System. It’s a million miles from here.’
‘Technically, it’s a lot farther than that,’ Caladan said.
‘The wormholes are being monitored,’ Adjunct Seefonik said. ‘We have nothing to worry about here in Quaxar.’
Lia shook her head, refusing to argue, aware she had no leverage with people who hadn’t seen what she had seen. ‘Where are you taking us?’
‘You’ll see.’
They reached a staircase cut into the rock. Adjunct Seefonik led them down, moving slowly. The Oufolani, an off-worlder race originating from a marsh world, had never adjusted to human inventions such as stairs. Lia and Caladan followed behind, Lia trying to ignore the pilot’s confused glances.
Finally, they came to a steel door. Adjunct Seefonik pressed a button then muttered something in her own language into an intercom. The door swung open, and the adjunct went inside. ‘Come, come.’
Lia found herself in a nursery. Heaps of stinking vegetable matter filled the cavern’s corners. Oufolani infants the size of small dogs crawled among it, eating and playing. A couple of adults, their colors brighter than the guards but not a match for the adjunct’s vibrancy, walked among them, supervising.
‘Here,’ Adjunct Seefonik said. ‘Do you know what you’re looking at?’
‘A personal nightmare?’ Caladan muttered into Lia’s ear as the adjunct turned in a slow circle.
‘This is an orphanage,’ Adjunct Seefonik said. ‘These children have lost their parents to accidents in the trioxyglobin mines.’
One grub attempted to climb up Caladan’s leg. Lia suppressed a grin as he nudged it away, revealing a coating of slime left behind.
‘You attempted to depart with a cargo of protective chemical used for safety in the mines around Rock Haven. I wanted to remind you your actions will only cause more children to lose their parents in the future.’
‘I’m sorry. But like I said, we had an autopilot malfunction. It attempted to launch our ship without authorization.’
‘No doubt you were planning to deliver the chemical to one of the bases aligning with the dissenters, but you’re forgetting how y
our actions affect the people on the ground.’
Lia sighed, wishing she had a better excuse. It was one they had used numerous times, but on this occasion it was true. Harlan5 had slipped while attempting to repair the autopilot, fusing two rogue wires and jolting the ship into a launch sequence which had seen it seized by the spaceport guards.
‘There must be something we can do.’ She scowled at Caladan as the affectionate grub now attempted to climb her own leg. ‘I mean, it was a simple mistake.’