Part of the reason I didn’t like it was because I had a good idea of who it might be. Even if I didn’t have direct evidence, I had some strong hints. I think I could get almost anyone I knew to the answer just by asking, “Of everyone in Grand Lake, who would be the worst person to have a useful amount of Artificer or Ghost DNA?” Continue reading Castling: Part 8
Castling: Part 7
I would have asked how we would connect, but Rachel leaned forward and said, “I’m going to have to hold your hand.”
I disassembled the glove with a command and she leaned forward to take my right hand.
In my head, she said, “This is how the Ghosts do interstellar flight—at least when I’m involved. I don’t have enough power to manage it alone. Could you start pulling in power?”
“How much? A lot?” Continue reading Castling: Part 7
Castling: Part 6
We couldn’t blast away with the main engine without risking that Dixieclone might notice the sound and realistically there was no “might” about it. Izzy would. If he had the same powers as her grandfather, so would he.
Trying to stay conscious of what was around me and hoping I wasn’t mumbling nonsense words, I said, “Fly anywhere I point and quickly, but not too quickly. Use our anti-gravity systems.”
Concentrating on the ambient energy around me, I couldn’t tell what was going on outside my head, but I knew I wasn’t dead. That would have to be enough. Continue reading Castling: Part 6
Castling: Part 5
I watched the jet’s stats as we climbed. It had no issues. Then I thought of a possibility, “Ghost are you feeling anything?”
Rachel said, “No,” but she also gave the smallest shake of her head as if I shouldn’t talk about it.
Then she started tapping on her left forearm, using the “keyboard” I’d built into our suits. It was just a setting that made letters appear on either sleeve and turned the spots touch-sensitive.
Her text appeared in my HUD. Continue reading Castling: Part 5
Castling: Part 4
Artemis flinched, “Sorry, sir, but my point is that it feels like internal warfare. No one else would know.”
I made a mental note that whoever Artemis was, she didn’t believe she was the goddess. If she had, she wouldn’t be quite so deferential.
Dixieclone nodded and then sighed, “That’s not a good sign. The moment’s too crucial to handle everything we need to and that too.”
Artemis looked from side to side as if to check who was in earshot, saying, “That’s my worry.” Continue reading Castling: Part 4
Castling: Part 3
Of course, you had to communicate with the bots to hear anything. Still, despite my fears, I got confirmation that my bots had connected to the available communication satellites far above us.
I hoped to start listening in. The bots’ cameras showed the damaged spaceships and henchrooks crawling out of the wreckage. I also caught a look at the three flyers who’d landed on the ground. Continue reading Castling: Part 3
Castling: Part 2
Rook’s ships went straight for the runway to no one’s surprise.
I flew a more direct route, aiming for the control tower at the end of the runway. Stopping there, we all stepped out of the hatch, floating downward with anti-gravity and our suits’ camouflage engaged.
It might not be invisibility, but if no one had anything specific trained on us, we might be able to pass it off as a teleport in. That at least was the theory behind all of us turning visible together as we touched the ground. Continue reading Castling: Part 2
Castling: Part 1
Jaclyn’s idea solved the problem at the expense of letting Magnus know that we were there, but maybe we could devise a way to make it less obvious.
I asked “Is there any way we can make it look like it wasn’t us? I feel like we have to minimize their exposure to Artificer tech. A beam from our main gun, while we’re cloaked, would strongly suggest us, but they wouldn’t know for sure. Ghost could be invisible the whole time. Accelerando could move too quickly to see… Maybe both of you could also change your uniforms to something else? If they somehow caught a glimpse of you, it might confuse them at least.”
Jaclyn grinned, “Remember Derecho? The supervillain? I think she’s white, but she’s a speedster and if I use her colors and hide enough of my face, it might work. She’s even worked with the Nine. I don’t mind the idea of getting her in trouble.” Continue reading Castling: Part 1
Knock, Knock? Part 10
The Xiniti sighed, making a noise closer to a hiss which technically came from a nose-like orifice on the Xiniti’s back, but whatever.
He added, “It’s not our intention to leave you alone now. Communications will be accepted and answered, but all our troops are committed due to the nature of the current hostilities. Any assistance we give will require reassignment from somewhere else. Keep us appraised of any troop movements that pass your position.”
Then the communication ended.
Marcus shook his head, “That’s bad.” Continue reading Knock, Knock? Part 10
Knock, Knock? Part 9
Hoping that Rook didn’t have a final bomb capable of shattering the complex, I used anti-gravity to send us upward and then moved forward, aiming the jet toward the red building.
Over the comm, I said, “Ghost? We’re heading in your direction. Are you okay?”
“Well,” she said, “I don’t feel more hurt than before, but I still don’t feel good. Stop over the complex and I’ll aim for the jet.”
As we closed in on the complex, I checked the radiation levels of the smoke floating out of it, and they were high. I avoided them. The jet probably had enough shielding to handle it, but why take chances? Continue reading Knock, Knock? Part 9