Dexter floated for a moment then plunged towards the ship’s gravity plane. He plummeted through it, then fought the vertigo of suddenly having his gravity reversed. He bobbed up and down in the plane, moving away from the ship with the inertia of his initial jump. Each time he crossed the plane there was an extra push away from the ship as well, which was how ships made it possible to keep small rocks and space debris from causing damage, by repelling them along their gravity plane. Dexter glanced back over his shoulder and saw one of the pirates on the forecastle gestured at him. Drevin stepped up to the rail and stared out at him, his face a mask of fury. He shouted orders for whoever was nearby to shoot him down and drew his own pistol, taking aim.
Dexter gulped and twisted his body, managing to flip so that his feet faced the ship and he lay prone. Drevin fired, his bullet ripping through Dexter’s pants and making him grimace in pain as it tore a bloody furrow in his outer thigh. Another man stepped up and fired as well, sending his slug soundly into Dexter’s bottom.
Salvation came in the form of the Voidhawk. With Bekka at the helm and the others manning the rigging they sailed into view and took time away from their guidance of the vessel to fire their re-acquired pistols at the pirates. The pirates ducked for cover, allowing the Voidhawk to sail up beside Dexter and for Rosh to toss a rope overboard for him.
On board his own ship again, Dexter limped behind cover and shouted orders to get them away as fast as possible. He heard a few more pistols fired, then nothing. He stuck his head back out and watched as they cleared the atmosphere of the pirate base, ending the transmission of sound. Cursing, he ducked low and remembered that while air and sound would not pass through the void, objects still would. Objects such as the slugs fired from pistols.
Or bombards. His mouth went dry as he saw one of the bombards on the base being cranked around to point at them. He realized it was the one he had stolen the powder from, if only he’d thought to steal the rest of it.
“Hard to port and down!” Dexter yelped.
Kragor glanced at him, furry brows cocked in surprise. He relayed the specific orders to the crew to enact them without missing a beat. The massive ball of lead sailed barely over the Voidhawk’s decking. Ere it could be reloaded, they had put enough distance from the base to make the odds of a hit unlikely, at best.
Out of range of the bandits’ bombards, they felt only a moment of concern when other ships undocked and came after them. With the Maiden’s Bane crippled none of the others could match the speed of Voidhawk under full sail and in less than an hour they gave up the chase.
“You’d better get that looked at, captain,” Jenna said to him as he limped around on the deck inspecting the minimal damage done by the skirmish and escape.
Dexter shrugged. “I’m fine,” he muttered, worrying about their future now that they were safe.
“You’ve been shot in the arse,” she pointed out.
“I’m milking it.” He changed the subject, worrying about it would do him no good since Bekka, their healer, was manning the helm at a time when they needed every inch of distance they could get. “How are our stores?”
Jenna scowled at him, knowing he needed tending to, but decided to go along with him for the moment. “They got the bombards off, but we managed to keep a few barrels of the fire powder. All of our other stores remain, plus we can add a few things we took off the pirates we killed.”
“How many’s ‘a few’?” he asked. “And what ‘things’ did we inherit?”
“Four barrels,” she answered, “one more pistol, two short swords, four daggers, and a hatchet.”
Dexter nodded. “How’s Rosh?”
“He’s big,” Jenna said matter-of-factly
“I mean how’s he settling in?”
“Kragor took him below, beyond that I don’t know,” she admitted.
“Alright, if he needs anything, weapons or such, let him have it.” Dexter stopped his limping walk and put his hand against the deck railing to steady himself.
“Captain?” Jenna asked, concerned.
Dexter looked at her, surprised. “That’s the most you’ve called me captain since we’ve met,” he pointed out.
Jenna shrugged. “Maybe you’re earning it. I think you need to lay down though, you’re not looking good.”
“I got shot in the ass, how’m I suppose to look?”
Jenna hid her smile by glancing away, then turned back at him. “Alright, if you say so.”
“If I say wha-“
Jenna’s hand had swung around, the bag of coins she held in it connecting with the back and side of his head. Dexter’s words turned into an explosion of air as he collapsed heavily to the deck. “Sorry, Captain,” Jenna said softly.
She bent over him and put her hands under the arms of the unconscious man, dragging him along the deck and then down the stairs to her cabin. As soon as she saw Kragor and Rosh she called them over, making them help her carry him to his cabin.
“What happened?” Kragor demanded.
“He collapsed,” Jenna said, leaving out the part where she caused it.
“I’ll get Bekka!” Kragor said, turning to head up the passageway.
“No, we need the speed and distance, I’ll check him out first,” Jenna said.
“You’re a healer?” The dwarf asked suspiciously.
Jenna glared at the stumpy first mate. “I know enough, now quit wasting time!”
Grumbling under his breath about the flighty nature of elves, they dumped Dexter in his cabin on his bed. Jenna then shooed the other two out the door and shut it behind her. Sighing, she turned back around and stared at the prone form of the man.
“I’ve got you alone and in bed, now what?” She wondered aloud, albeit softly. She chuckled and moved to him, untying and lowering his breeches. She could only smile at what she knew would be his embarrassment if he knew what she was doing.
She admired the muscles of his legs and the apparent firmness of his butt, once she had wiped the blood free. His wound still bled, but given there was a lead bullet imbedded in his right cheek, it was understandable why. She was glad he was out cold because the pain of what she had to do would not be a pleasant thing to bear.
Several minutes later she held the slightly deformed shot up between her blood covered fingers and shook her head. It had gone in fairly deep, but luckily had not hit bone. He would be sore for a while, if he let it heal naturally, but he should make a full recovery she figured.
His pride, on the other hand, might take even longer to return to normal.
Chapter 3: Keshira
“Now what, Dex?” Kragor asked his captain as they made their way out of a bar where they finished their most recent job.
“We divvy up the pay and have ourselves a good time,” Dexter said, grinning. It had been three successful jobs for them, following the double cross and run in with the pirates. Of course that had been successful too, Dexter figured, because Rosh had joined his crew and he seemed to be worth his weight in gold.
“I’m for liking that,” Rosh said, towering over the others.
Dexter chuckled and led the way back to the docks, where the Voidhawk lay moored to a pier. They were at Grafton, a large port on a small moon above Wallick, a planet covered nearly entirely in water. With water so readily available, a large amount of it had been transported up to the moon, filling in some craters and making life that much easier to support on the overgrown asteroid. With lakes came a ready place for void ships to land, since the majority were modified versions of planet-bound ships.
Back on the Voidhawk Dexter pulled out the bag of coins that the refugees had paid him. The last job had been a mercy run as much as anything. A group of slaves on Rayner, a large planet known for near constant warfare, had contacted him in hopes of buying his services. They needed to be smuggled off of the planet, and they had managed to scrounge up what amounted to a small fortune between them.