Farborn, page 1
part #2 of Maxim Colony Series
Table of Contents
Description
Title Page
Copyright Page
Also by the Author
Dedication
Author's Note
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
About the Author
Description
He’s not from around here…
Davies McKellan is a man without a true home. The cocky mining contractor navigator has spent his entire adult life roaming the stars and refusing to be tied down by anyone.
But that doesn’t come without cost. Like loneliness.
When Davies makes his first run to the planet Pfahrn, he meets Olarte, a Pfahrn who intrigues him in ways he never dreamed possible.
Except duplicity and deadly secrets are a killer combo that’ll make any man rethink his past. And if the eight-foot-tall green alien is Davies’ future, he might be down for that. He’s got priorities, though.
Like making sure they uncover the truth first, and don’t die in the process.
Farborn
A Maxim Colonies Novel
Lesli Richardson
www.LesliRichardson.com
Farborn
A Maxim Colonies Novel
Copyright © 2019 by Lesli Richardson
First E-book Publication: July, 2019
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1) Dirge
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Of Boardwalks and Bison
Cross Country Chaos
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Farborn (Maxim Colonies 2)
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Dedication
To all my readers who gave Mohrn and Simon such a fantastic reception—thank you from the bottom of my heart!
Author's Note
The Maxim Colonies books are a standalone series and can be read independently of each other and in any order, although the suggested reading order is below.
Some of the end of Jailmates tells a little bit of Olarte and Davies’ story.
There will be several more books in this series.
1. Jailmates
2. Farborn
3. Saudade (Coming Fall, 2019)
Chapter One
Davies
“Spacedock Alpha Tango Delta Fiver to Min-Ves Palmarian Rubayne. Confirm approaching speed neutral drift, and set your docking beacon to axis Whiskey Delta 3. Over.”
I confirm our incoming drift velocity before I punch in the beacon’s frequency. “Spacedock Alpha Tango Delta Fiver, this is Min-Ves Palmarian Rubayne. Confirmed, docking beacon set to axis Whiskey Delta 3. Approaching speed neutral drift on axis. Over.”
“Min-Ves Palmarian Rubayne, we will commence final tractor engagement approach on your mark from five, over.”
“Confirmed. Please hold for my mark, over.” I walk the stylus in my hand from finger to finger as I sweep through the docking settings on my nav panel one last time. Then I engage my nav docking lockout of everything except comms, life support, and shield systems, and set my bridge master nav panel override lockout so some dumbass in the first shift doesn’t fuck with it because they don’t bother to pay attention or even scan the logs to see we’ve docked. Lastly, I check everything once more for luck.
I’m not really superstitious, but I also believe in not screwing with what’s been successfully working for me during my entire career.
Here we go. “Min-Ves Palmarian Rubayne ready for final tractor engagement approach and docking. Prepare for my mark.” I tap the stylus in my hand on the console in time with my words. “Commence in five…four…three…two…one…mark.”
I feel the subtle jolt that I know none of the other dipshits on board, except maybe McMurtry down in Engineering, will ever even notice, even if they were awake.
My panel’s green all the way across, so I sit back and wait. I don’t have much to do from now until the end of my shift, except maybe jerk off. We’ll be another hour, at least, before they have us secured in a berth on the Maxim Colonies space station in orbit around Pfahrn. Right now, I have the conn because I’m the only one awake and it’s not like they need anyone else for this unless I have to scramble the crew for a we’re gonna die kind of emergency.
Jerking off sounds like a great idea, actually. I tuck the stylus behind my ear to keep it out of the way. I don’t want to lose it because it’s my lucky stylus.
Yes, I know that sounds cheesy. Especially when I have ten more of them tucked into one of my storage totes. My theory is if I have extras, then I won’t lose this one.
My hand’s already working its way inside the waistband of my trousers when the intercom chirps.
Engineering.
Figures. I hit the button. “Goddammit, McMurtry,” I lightly say. “Don’t you ever farking sleep?” I should have known he’d wake up.
There’s always a slight burble in his speech as his translator kicks in. “We in tractor?”
“Yes, we’re in the tractor.”
“Okay. Everything else good?”
“Yeah, everything else is good. Go back to sleep.”
He burbles something at me I think might have been an insult, but the intercom connection cuts off from his end before I can totally make it out.
McMurtry could’ve checked his control panel to see what was going on for himself. Sometimes, I think the ornery Onyx likes to fuck with me and annoy me for funsies. Just like I think sometimes he deliberately fucks up his Standard when he’s talking to me, to make me laugh or get a reaction out of me.
He’s got a top-notch translator augmentation, for chrissake.
That’s okay. He’s good at his job, and it’s not like I’m fucking him.
Anymore.
&n bsp; That was a little over a year ago, not long after I first joined this crew.
Hey, don’t judge. We were both horny and drunk, he gave good head, and could do amazing things with that prehensile tail of his. I was never really sure if what I did worked for him or not, but we hooked up off and on for about three weeks. It was a pretty dreary shore-leave because of dry dock repairs, and adequate pickings at that particular far-flung station were slim for both of us.
I regret nothing.
Except that night with the Carmidian barmaid a couple of years back. Not because of anything she did, but because I think she was sort of sweet on me by the time we finished, while I was only interested in the one time with her.
Mostly because I didn’t realize she was a she until we were midway through our tryst, and even I’m not rude enough to leave someone hanging if I start something with them. I regret it if she got the wrong impression about me.
Plus, I was very, very drunk. Normally, I’d only go for a male, except…
Have you ever seen a Carmidian? Sometimes, it’s difficult to tell their gender.
By sometimes, I mean always. Unless you’re another Carmidian. I mean, they’re usually pretty good about letting someone know, but…
Did I mention I was really farking drunk at the time? Not to mention, those tentacles were…
Wow.
Because, let’s face it. I’m gay, but if I limited myself only to human males, it’d be a damned boring life. Plus, some human guys are just plain assholes. I’ve had more and better sex with non-human species over the years than with my own kind.
Except I don’t fall in love with any of them.
Or, anyone at all. Because that’d be freaking stupid.
Falling in love can break your heart.
Or worse.
Far worse.
* * * *
Finally undisturbed, I rub one out while sitting in the captain’s chair and then clean up in the bridge lav. I’m sure I’m not the first guy to rub one out—or have sex with someone else—on the bridge during a long, boring, uneventful overnight watch.
Hell, I’m sure I’m not the first guy this week to do that.
That’s the only good thing about boring third shifts, and the only reason I volunteered to take this one when, as the nav officer, I’m usually leading first shift.
We’re going to be docked here for at least three weeks, and likely longer, while they off-load our inbound cargo, we get a communications system overhaul and retrofit, handle some routine maintenance, and we take on supplies and our outbound load of mining ore. I don’t know where that shipment is destined yet for sure, because Maxim Colonies hasn’t told us. That’s pretty much SOP. Once we’re cleared for service again, they’ll officially assign us to an ore processor route.
We have an ether-jump drive, which is why my ass is the navigator. When I was still in primary school, my aptitude testing in math, physics, quantum theory, and spatial processing meant that I raised more than a few flags over the years.
In good ways. Years before I graduated from primary, when I was about eleven or twelve, I already had companies bidding for me to sign hiring contracts with them in exchange for them paying my full tuition to secondary and getting my ether-jump nav certification.
Maxim Colonies eventually won, hands-down.
I long ago served out my mandatory contract time with them. Now I’m a freelancer, but Maxim Colonies and their ships keep me happy because of my record. I’ve never lost a ship, never missed a delivery deadline.
Sure, computers can plot courses. You can’t run an ether-jump ship without an AI auto-nav system. It’s not possible. The quantum calculations to place the branes, split the dimension planes, and connect the strings to the branes are too vast and complex for a human—or any other intelligent species—to accurately perform them in the time needed to make the jump.
But you can’t rely on auto-nav for ether-jump without a set of living eyes and a bio-brain as backup, either. Radiation and gravity fields and dark-matter mass—there are more factors, but those are the top three culprits—throw off sensors. Ether-jump vessels still need a living navigator analyzing the hyper-com portal buoy locations and tweaking the jump course as a result, so you don’t end up emerging from a jump in the middle of a planet’s core.
Or in the middle of a star, like one of the first test ships did.
Three hundred passengers and crew lost just because some idiotic executive was certain the tech was foolproof, and they wanted to make a dick-measuring point that the AI was solid and produced better results than a human could.
They didn’t make that mistake twice.
Hence why geeky goobers like me—not just humans, because ether-jump navs are recruited from across many sentient species—are hired to warm the ether-jump nav chair. We pretty much get to set our own rules and routes. Plus, captains don’t dare piss us off, because we can ground their fricking ships. Well, we can lock down their ether-jump engines, which restricts them to sub-light and tachyon drives that are practically like standing still when compared to the speed of an ether-jump engine.
In fact, I’ve gotten blown by more than one captain who made the mistake of pissing me off. They usually made that mistake only once.
Who wants their ass kissed when they can get their cock sucked?
There have been a couple of captains in my history who got bent over their desks and literally reamed out by me, too, if the session on their knees wasn’t enough to teach them, or they pissed me off beyond my sick-of-their-shit point.
Fortunately, my current captain is a nice guy, so I haven’t had to go the behavior correction route with him. Plus, I like him. Captain Xhogrhan is a quirky fricking Shalfin who wants to make money, but not at the expense of his life, the life of his crew, or his ship.
When we first met, before I could launch into my usual spiel to lay down the law before formally accepting the offered commission, he stuck out his hand, told me he hoped I’d agree to sign on with him, and that if I did sign on with him that he’d operate on the presumption that his ship was in my hands, and he’d stay out of my way so I could do my job.
Have to say, that’s the first time I’ve had that happen. Usually, I have to detail to the captain the pecking order. Especially if they’re former military officers and not used to having a civvie ether-jump nav on board.
No, not all ether-jump navs are as bitchy as I am, but I have the right to be, if you’ll look at my successful record. There’s a reason I’m the highest-paid ether-jump nav out there, in terms of base salary. There’s a reason that, as a freelancer, every time I post I’m available, a bidding war kicks in with captains and corporations trying to seduce me to their vessels.
So far, I’ve stuck with Maxim Colonies ships, or ships contracted to them.
Yes, I’m a cocky prick. Because the only personnel scarcer than ether-jump engineers and techs are ether-jump navigators. Just because you can fix and operate an ether-jump engine doesn’t mean you’re qualified to plot a course with one.
Besides, my record speaks for itself. It’s not bragging if it’s true.
By coalition law, you must have an ether-jump-certified navigator on board to ether-jump. We not only run the jump, but approve it, too. Captains can lose their licenses if they try to dodge that, and the ship’s owner can face massive fines and penalties, including having their entire fleet grounded, if they don’t adhere to the law.
Maxim Colonies is extremely strict about adhering to that particular law. To the point that any vessels contracted with them, like the PR, are required to have proprietary ether-jump nav lock-out systems in place. When I physically depart the ship, even just for shore leave, I set the system so it can only be overridden by another Maxim Colonies-certified and approved ether-jump nav.
That means the ship can’t leave without me, or at least without another certified ether-jump nav aboard. I mean, they can, but they can’t ether-jump if they do. They can travel to a jump portal and go through that way without me plotting the course, but if there isn’t one located close to their point of origin or their destination, it doesn’t help them very much. Large cargo freighters like this one tend to make lots of runs to places not yet served by jump portals, or they are larger than older jump portals can handle.
