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Judgment of Mars (Starship's Mage Book 5)
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Judgment of Mars
By Glynn Stewart
Copyright 2017 by Glynn Stewart
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons— living or dead— is entirely coincidental.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 1
The frail old man standing by the office window could barely even remember the name he’d been born under. It hadn’t been the name he’d used for most of his life, the one he’d entered the Protectorate’s service under. Even then, he’d been a double agent, working for Legatus as well as Mars.
That was the name the Keepers had known him by—but that was a man the entire galaxy, including both the Martian and Legatan governments, knew was dead.
He’d used many names since. He’d introduced himself to Damien Montgomery at a…memorable meeting as Winton, and that named served as well as any. It was even close, he thought, to his birth name.
He smiled thinly as he studied the concourse beyond his window. The transshipment station he stood on saw a lot of traffic into and out of the Alpha Centauri system and the optimistically named New Terra beneath his feet.
None of those swarming crowds would have given the old man in the suit with the pure white hair a second glance, never realizing he owned the station.
Others managed it for him, but owning the platform gave him a secure location, only five jumps from Sol, from which to carry out his plans. The closeness was no longer as necessary as it had once been, thanks to the very allies and technology he was now waiting on.
A soft buzz informed him the Link was online, and Winton turned around, walking into the field of hidden cameras needed to send his three-dimensional image across the light years—via a quantum entanglement technology the Protectorate he’d once served didn’t even know existed.
“Partisan,” a gruff voice greeted him as screens slid down from the roof to encase him, creating the illusion of a conference room with one other person in it.
Another name. Winton smiled. It wouldn’t do for any of the people he met to ever connect the various names. That…would cause problems.
“Mr. President,” he greeted the President of the Legatan Republic. “You’re late.”
“I am a busy man, Partisan,” President George Solace said calmly. The twice-elected ruler of the most important UnArcana world was a bulky man in his early forties, still hale and vigorous with the muscles of the football captain he’d once been.
“Important as this affair is, I have a star system to run,” Solace continued, “and the groundwork for an interstellar nation to build. Your report?”
“The Keepers are done,” Winton told him. “Montgomery and Ndosi came close to realizing they were being played, but I had an asset in place. Ndosi is dead and the Archive destroyed. The Royal Order of the Keepers of Secrets and Oaths is broken, its survivors scattered.”
“And what would you have done if your provocations had killed Montgomery?”
Winton chuckled.
“The death of a Hand might have delayed the Keepers’ fall, but it would also have guaranteed it,” he pointed out. “‘A Hand falls, another rises,’ after all. His Majesty would have sent Lomond or another Hand to seek out Montgomery’s killer. There would have been no subtlety, no doubt then. Only fire and the sword.
“No, Mr. President, the Keepers were doomed from the moment you convinced me to turn my hand against them,” Winton finished. Earlier, perhaps, but he wouldn’t admit that to Solace. He needed the Legatan to believe he was in control.
“Are there any left who can recognize what we’ve done?” Solace asked.
“It’s hard to be certain,” the old man said with carefully measured hesitance in his voice. “Some senior members would have been elsewhere, and I suspect the Keepers had backups I might not have been aware of.”
“We cannot risk their secrets being turned over to the Mage-King, Partisan,” the President told him. “We are not yet ready to declare the wider Republic. No one can be allowed to expose what we have had to do.”
“I have assets in place,” Partisan told him, “but they are insufficient to guarantee the removal of any surviving Keepers. Additional resources would be helpful.”
Solace glared at him for a moment, then sighed and nodded.
“I will have the codes and contacts for an LMID cell operating on Mars forwarded to you,” he said. “We have few reliable resources that close to Olympus Mons, Partisan. Do not waste them.”
Winton nodded. If he was lucky, those resources were as obviously linked to Legatus as he hoped.
“The Council maneuvering around the deaths of Octavian and Ndosi provides an opportunity,” he told Solace.
“Alexander will never permit what they want,” Solace replied. “He allows them to run out the rope, but he will hang them with it.”
“That is exactly the opportunity I meant. You will never have a better reason than that.”
“We are not ready,” Solace repeated. “The Fleet continues to be built. It would never do for the Protectorate to realize the new ships exist. There will come a time, but it is not yet.”
“You may never have a better excuse,” Winton pointed out.
“The Legislature has placed that decision in McClintlock’s hands,” Solace told him. “They trust him. I trust him. He will act when the time is right.”
“Of course,” Winton murmured. “Do you need anything more?”
“No, Partisan. Make certain the Keepers are destroyed. Their knowledge is our weakness.”
“It shall be done.”
#
Once the Link had shut itself down, the screens and cameras folding away to join the technological wonder itself in hiding, Winton finally allowed himself to frown. His conversations with Solace were always fraught.
The President of Legatus’s plans worked well for Winton’s intentions, but he couldn’t afford for Solace’s people to realize that “Partisan” was anything but an ex-Keeper turned mercenary, willing to sell out his former allies for money.
He tapped a command on h
is wrist computer and waited, turning back to the windows over the space station’s concourse. As he watched, someone took advantage of the fact that the centripetal pseudo-gravity was only present at the floor to fly a glider over the crowd.
A quick glance down at the computer he wore confirmed that station security already knew. The daredevil would be intercepted. If this was the first time they’d come across security’s radar, they’d just get a stern lecture.
If it wasn’t, well, Alpha Centauri had laws on the books for reckless endangerment for a reason.
The door behind him slid open without warning, the man entering being the only person other than Winton himself the security system would let through. There were very, very few people left in the galaxy that the old man trusted, but the muscular Mage with the freshly grown beard standing in the door in unmarked gray fatigues was one of them.
Kent Riley wore the gold medallion of a Mage, though this one lacked the man’s full qualifications as a Combat Mage. Thin gray gloves covered his hands, concealing the projector rune carved into his palm.
“Was your discussion fruitful, boss?” Riley asked as the door slid shut behind him. The ex-Marine—like Winton, officially dead now—crossed to the concourse and darkened the one-way glass.
“A mixed bag as always with Solace,” Winton admitted, settling into a chair with an unconcealed sigh of relief. “He has agreed to provide us with codes for his agents on Mars. An Augment cell, if we’re lucky.”
“Would the Legatans have actually snuck a cell of cyborg Mage killers onto Mars?” Riley asked. He wasn’t disbelieving, just questioning.
That was one of the things Winton liked about his much younger ally. Riley wasn’t going to disbelieve something just because it went against what he believed to be true. He’d ask for evidence, but he’d believe it when it was given to him as well.
“More than one, I suspect,” Winton replied. “It’ll be up to you to find out. I…lack the strength for field work anymore.”
“You push yourself too hard as it is,” Riley pointed out. “Few knew me on Mars, and I have disguises and false identities. I can handle this for you. You’re not a Mage or a cyborg, boss. And we need you.”
Winton smiled thinly. Riley, more than any other, knew how carefully Winton kept that true. No one else, not even Riley, knew all of the threads that converged in this office.
Riley knew more than most, and there would come a time when Winton brought the young Mage fully into his confidence. Riley had killed a Hand for him, after all, and there were few better proofs of loyalty and commitment.
“The Legatans aren’t willing to commit themselves just yet,” he told Riley. “They’re not ready… We want the Republic to be born before it’s ready, so I want you to find a spark to push things forward.”
“What kind of spark?” Riley asked.
“The Council investigation into Montgomery provides us with tinder,” Winton replied. “A threat to the Council itself should light it. You’ll have the contact codes for the Legatans, but also…”
He smiled.
“We’ll send you with some resources I’ve long promised some old friends. It’s time to fully activate Nemesis Sol.”
“It’s been a while since we had contact,” Riley warned. “They may not be willing to talk to us anymore.”
“We promised them ships, Riley,” Winton said. “If we fulfill that promise, they’ll be willing to talk.”
#
Chapter 2
The Royal Martian Navy cruiser Duke of Magnificence had been Damien Montgomery’s home for over a year. The diminutive Hand of the Mage-King of Mars had dragged the warship from one crisis to another, one space battle to another, and once again, the cruiser was badly damaged and in for repair.
He’d packed all of his things, again, and a pair of ratings from the ship’s crew were hauling them to his shuttle. His office, however, still needed to be packed—and the office of one of the Mage-King’s roving warrior-judges contained far too many items no one else could see, let alone touch.
Damien had claimed one of the cruiser’s observation decks as his office space, allowing him to stand next to the massive window and see the universe outside the ship. Right now, that view was of the Navy yards in high orbit above Mars, mostly of the refit slip Duke had been slotted into.
Through the yard, however, he could see Mars itself. The once-red world was mostly green now, terraformed by both technology and magic to support human life. He could even, he was sure, make out the mountains of the Hellas Montes Park.
Thankfully, from this height, he couldn’t see the scar where a nuclear explosion had ended his last investigation and killed the traitors he’d chased there. That would only have aggravated his mood.
Damien Montgomery was by nature a calm, if somewhat impulsive, man.
Today he was angry. It was a simmering, unfamiliar thing, a mood that had only built since the moment he’d thought that, perhaps, he could take Hand Charlotte Ndosi alive and finally get some answers as to what she and her allies had been up to.
And then one of those “allies” had shot Ndosi and fled, leaving a nuclear bomb to destroy the base. A nuclear bomb Damien had survived only because Ndosi had spent the last of her power to get him out.
And that left his anger without any target at all. He wanted to be angry at Ndosi for seducing him and betraying him, but she’d saved his life. He wanted to be angry at her killer, but he had no idea who the Mage had even been.
Two Hands had died in a matter of weeks, and while Ndosi had technically been killed by someone else, both had died in combat with Damien Montgomery. He had the questionable distinctions of being the only Hand to have killed another Hand…and the only person to have ever killed two Hands.
He could have lived without either.
“My lord,” a voice interrupted his angry glaring at a world without answers.
“Yes, Romanov?”
Special Agent Denis Romanov, Mage-Captain of the Royal Martian Marine Corps, was the new leader of Damien’s bodyguards. He was as slim as Damien himself but with easily forty centimeters on the Hand he was sworn to defend.
“We have news from the MIS’s follow-up around the Archive,” the Marine told him.
“I’m not expecting them to find much in a nuked ruin,” Damien replied. The Martian Investigation Service had received the thankless job of having to clean up after the Keepers’ nuke. The Archive may have contained an unknown amount of knowledge hidden from the rest of humanity, but it was all radioactive ash now.
“They also went back over the satellite footage,” Romanov said. “Someone, probably Ndosi, ordered an evacuation just after you took off towards the base.”
Damien took a moment to process that. If there’d been an evacuation…
“Did any of them clear the blast zone?”
“The nuke was buried pretty deep. The blast zone was contained and directed mostly upwards. So far as we can tell, about forty ground vehicles left the Archive, and all of them made it out.”
“So, the Keepers aren’t dead yet after all,” he murmured.
“Apparently, Director Wong caught wind of this and reran some checks.”
Damien finally turned around to face Romanov. Director Wong headed the Martian Investigation Service in Curiosity City, and had been pulled into his investigation of the Keepers when they’d tracked one to her city.
“She didn’t…”
“She found Raptis,” Romanov told him. “He was being careful, but the encrypted channel he used to access his personal email was designed by our cyber-security team.”
“Where is he?”
“Safehouse in Curiosity City.”
“Is the shuttle we arrived in armed?”
Romanov chuckled.
“My lord, we’re your bodyguards. Of course the shuttle is armed.”
#
Damien had made the habit a while before of doing most of his traveling in a Royal Martian Marine Corps assault shu
ttle. It added a layer of security to his personal movements that was useful, and the intimidation factor of the armed spacecraft helped make up for his own unthreatening appearance.
Even though it had been a “safe” trip, just packing up Damien and Romanov’s things from the warship, he’d still traveled in the assault shuttle. Now, with suitcases of their personal effects webbed down in the back of the craft, they detached from Duke of Magnificence and dropped toward- Mars and Curiosity City, on the shores of the Gale Crater Sea.
“The safehouse is in a cheaper neighborhood, an inner suburb that’s about due for gentrification to hit any year now,” Romanov briefed the mixed squad of Secret Service Agents and Marines sharing the shuttle. “It’s a large older home, and our best guess is that the interior has been gutted to allow for security measures.
“We won’t have a lot of detail until we’re closer and can hit the building with the shuttle scanners, but Professor Raptis accessed his personal email through an encrypted channel from this location seventy-two hours ago.
“I figure the odds are only fifty/fifty he’s still here, but remember: the Professor is a Mage. We want him alive, but not at the cost of dead Marines or Agents; am I clear?”
“Yes, sir!”
The men and women started checking their guns and body armor. They hadn’t been paranoid enough to pack exosuit heavy combat armor into the shuttle, but they shouldn’t need it. Damien was hoping that the Professor, the only senior Keeper he knew to be alive, would be willing to cooperate.
As they checked over their gear, he checked his runes. He had eight of them on his body, made of a silver polymer literally inlaid into his flesh. The first two had been the Jump interface runes on his palms that allowed him to interface with a starship’s jump matrix and teleport the vessel between the stars.