Tristin by Immortal Angel

Author:Immortal Angel [Angel, Immortal]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fallen Press, Ltd.
Published: 2019-11-19T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Tristin

Tristin strode across the laboratory to Tordan and Mordjan. “I have another issue for you.” He pulled the device from X-Blade out of his pocket. “I was on an urgent mission when I was captured on the king’s ship. But my informant gave me this before I was captured, and Kirelle managed to get it when she was turning me into a cyborg.”

“You have the worst luck, my friend,” Mordjan said, taking the device and inserting it into the computer port.

Tristin shook his head. “Bad luck doesn’t even begin to describe it. My younger sister, Andraya, was killed when we were captured.”

Mordjan looked up. “Fuck. I’m sorry to hear that.”

Tristin forced the wave of sadness away. There would be time for grief later. “Let’s just hope I have some useful information on this device.”

“Any idea what we’re looking for?”

“I was meeting X-Blade on the Flouriant space station to acquire the location and codes to a secret Ardak manufacturing base, where they make their newest spaceships. I was then going to coordinate a strike on the base and steal the ships.”

Tordan whistled. “How many ships were you going to steal?”

Tristin shrugged. “I don’t know. We were hoping for ten to twenty.” He handed Mordjan the piece of paper X-Blade had given him. “This may help you discover the files.”

They both fell silent as they watched over Mordjan’s shoulder. He perused the files with smooth efficiency, searching for the numbers from the paper.

Tristin sensed rather than saw Kirelle behind him. He moved aside so she could also watch the screen.

“You know,” Tordan said quietly, “we could really use those ships in our upcoming battle with the Ardaks.”

Tristin’s brows rose. “The Ardaks are coming here?”

“Yes.” Tordan’s expression darkened. “They’ve already been and gone, and sent their Red Death when we kicked them off our planet. But we have intel that they’re coming back. A message from the king himself. If we help you retrieve them, could we use all or some of them in our fight?”

A wave of pity went through him at their plight. “I’m not sure how many ships the ARF can give you at this point. Our forces and Ruith’s are severely overtaxed, and more refugee planets are finding us daily.”

Mordjan nodded. “You can say that again.”

Tristin thought for a moment. “Did you say you’re still manufacturing the cure for the Red Death?”

“Yes,” Tordan replied. “We have enough to cure probably a whole other planet at this point. But we’ve almost run out of synchisite, so there won’t be much more until we find another cache of it. And no one wants to go back to the moon where we got this stash from.”

“You know, the white powder is toxic to the Ardaks. Maybe we could not only steal the ships, but destroy the base as well. I think that would earn you a few spaceships for your war.”

Tordan looked taken aback, but Mordjan grinned. “Done.”

“Don’t you think we should keep some to cure people who are ill?” Tordan asked.

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