Champion: Worldshard (The Sunder Shard Chronicles Book 3) by Cobolt Dragon

Author:Cobolt, Dragon [Cobolt, Dragon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Uruk Press
Published: 2018-05-01T00:00:00+00:00

Six

The Quetzalcoatl class ship taking us to the Worldshard was one of the biggest and the best in the Korvosan navy. The Tlazoteotl, captained by Captain Macranick was a six masted ship, with two to the side at the fore, two to the side at the aft, and one up, one down respectively. This made it both stable enough to carry a frankly absurd amount of equipment and crew out on long expeditions and gave it enough juice to keep going to a fairly respectable clip while doing so.

It still took us five days to reach the Worldshard.

Five days of strained politeness among my Cadre, five days of watching the Sunder – wondering if today was the day that an Ianer battle group or Ularian strike squad or army of fair folk plunged from out of the Impossible to try and kill us. Five days without any hide or hair of my core personality’s memory fragment.

I shook my head as I knelt in my room, holding the voidtech detector that Engi had given me. It was an ugly bit of kludged together technology, and Engi said that it could only detect proximity. It’d just start clicking. It had clicked once or twice, but each time I had rushed to Engi, he had said it was something called ‘background radiation’, so…

The VTD clicked again.

I shook my head again. Worry fled, to be replaced by the nagging drag of guilt. Here I was, on one of the largest Korvosan warships ever built, carrying loads of Korvosan soldiers to resources that would make Korvosa more mighty, including an FCTB. The thing that, if what we had researched was true, had the power to blast entire countries off the face of the Sunder. And dragging in the other direction was the more personal, stabbing guilt of my flash of anger.

I grabbed my red jade hair, standing up and throwing myself, belly first, onto my bed. The tapestry, which was just there so that important passengers like yours truly could watch their favorite recorded aetheric plays, hung at a jaunty angle now, and I didn’t do a damn thing to fix it. Instead, I slammed my head against my pillow. Since the pillow was full of down and feathers and my head could dent steel, the pillow exploded and I didn’t even get the awesome fun of smashing my head against something.

That would have hurt at least. That would have given my mind something to focus on other than worries and guilt. I bit down on the remnants of my pillow, closed my eyes and tried to force the feelings out of me. The only thing that emerged was a thin trickle of steam from my shoulder blades.

All right. Fine , I thought. If I can’t work these feelings out on a pillow, I know who I can work them out on.

I closed my eyes, tried to relax my face and waited.

It took what felt like an eternity to fall asleep.

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