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Ghost. Scrapper. Part 4
Damantha Makarova
When things take a dire turn, everything shatters. In the aftermath Serena has to face more than the consequences of the life she chose for herself and her crew.Hard choices and even harder good byes can lead on a completely different path.Will the crew be able to make it? Only time will tell…
Ghost
Scrapper. Part 4
Damantha Makarova
Cover made with help of AI Kandinsky
© Damantha Makarova, 2024
ISBN 978-5-0064-1804-2 (т. 4)
ISBN 978-5-0062-7070-1
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
Part IV. Ghost
Chapter 1. Ghost
«Serena?» Wolfin’s voice sounded from her earpiece. «We need to talk to you.»
Serena felt her eyes filling with tears once again. She switched off the communication device and turned to her other side, feeling the faint scent of Hunter’s skin still embedded in the sheets where he used to lay.
She cursed herself for not being able to push him aside. It was supposed to be her, not him being torn apart. She, at least, could have grown back the lost limbs. Hunter, even if the chimera would have left his body, would not be able to survive. Not after the massive blood loss he suffered after losing his leg and arm in such a brutal way.
And facing Wolfin and Lindon every day after all that was making everything worse. Especially after she fell prey to the maddening rage that took over, forcing her to destroy a whole planet, which used to be Falana’s refuge.
Two Veluthian men weren’t supposed to see her so broken – they’ve already seen her broken enough. Others too – Laneth and Kayla, Cipher and Pher – all of them had her snapping back at them during the first few days. This wasn’t how a Captain should be acting – and Serena knew that.
So every time she walked out of her quarters she always had a couple of shots of the strongest sedative she ever made – the same one she used when they dined at the Palace with Empress Alathea after Serena was released from prison.
Having the sedative helped her to remain cold and distant and not lash out at the attempts the crew made towards her to comfort and console her. Most of the time she didn’t even talk to them or even look at them, and she knew that it made them feel helpless.
But some days it was harder for her to get out of bed at all – just like this one. At times like these usually either Wolfin or Lindon – or both – would come to plead her to go out at all.
And she wasn’t even feeling strong enough to get up.
All she needed was some time to grieve and some peace and quiet.
Lyssa kept sending her updates on the investigation and what Lindon was doing as active in command, but Serena almost never checked those logs, wishing to be just left alone.
«Serena, please…» Lindon forced the AI to pass his message through the doors communication system. «We need to talk…»
The woman forced herself up and out of bed, stumbling into the bathroom. Before washing her face she gave herself a shot of sedative.
It took her a few very long minutes to give her pale face some semblance of being fine. Pulling up her trousers, she almost forgot about boots. After getting dressed, she clasped her belt on – littered with ready to use syringes of sedative and gave herself another shot before unwillingly walking out.
Though she wasn’t looking up, she knew – Wolfin and Lindon didn’t go far and waited her to walk up.
«Serena…» Lindon reached out to her, but the woman silently walked past, indifferent to everything that surrounded her.
She knew very well that if she were to stop eating or even getting out of her quarters, these two could actually force Lyssa to open the door and would easily drag her out of bed. Both Wolfin and Lindon cared for her too much to allow her to stay all alone.
Serena felt someone stopping her with an embrace, and froze, allowing the man to hold her tightly. She was grateful that the double dose of the sedative was strong enough not to let her eyes fill with tears again.
«We’re here for you.» Wolfin’s voice sounded by her side, quiet and worried.
«I know.» Serena pushed an answer out of herself for the first time in all these days.
She hated the sound of her voice – low and raspy – but knew that it was a result of her crying for so long every day. That was one of the reasons she didn’t want to speak to anyone at all.
Lindon slowly freed her from his arms and stepped back, trying to catch her gaze, but failed, as she was looking at the floor. The woman felt his warm palm on her cheek, but couldn’t force herself to raise her eyes.
With a faint sigh, Lindon stepped aside and Serena continued her way towards the dining area, even though she felt no hunger at all. Over the days that passed all she could make herself eat would be enough to feed a puppy, not a full-grown woman, so it wasn’t surprising how worried Wolfin and Lindon were, watching her peck at the tiny portions and water them down with a glass of alcohol each time.
«We have updates on Falana.» Wolfin said when they all sat down behind the table.
Serena kept silent, looking at her plate and seemingly indifferent to everything they had to say.
«She was seen on one of the trading stations in Sector 459-B.» Lindon glanced at the woman in an attempt to see any sort of reaction.
Though she heard the name of the woman who was the reason for Hunters demise, Serena didn’t feel anything inside. She wasn’t sure if it was the result of her sedative shots or the absolute burnt out soul after losing her beloved, but for some reason she really had nothing to say to the news.
«We’ll arrive tomorrow.» Wolfin exchanged glances with Lindon.
They didn’t get a reply, and fell silent, understanding that Serena didn’t want to speak.
Over the days she was like this they got used to this uncomfortable, heavy silence between them. The only thing that made them a bit calmer was the fact she wasn’t pushing them away and sat there, eating, though she could have as well been locked up at her quarters like she was for the first week after Hunter’s death.
Wolfin understood her most of all – he lost his wife and son, and remembered the way he was for the first two months after that. First weeks were a blur as he tried his best to grieve, when every person seemed like they were eager to get punched just for talking to him.
The man reached out and carefully took Serena’s palm in his, squeezing it gently.
«We’ll get through this, Scorpi.» he said to her. «I promise you.»
Serena flinched a bit, throwing a quick glance to his hand on hers, but remained silent. Wolfin sighed and let her go, not wishing to push her patience further.
The woman felt herself so lost, even though she was supposed to be wishing to kill Falana. But all she could think about is how she saw Hunter being torn limb from limb in front of her eyes.
She had lost people before, but never had she felt so hollow and incapable of doing anything. Maybe, if she was given enough time to grieve on her own, she could have forced back her rage and the wish to kill Falana for what she had done. But she couldn’t. Wolfin and Lindon kept bugging her – time and time again asking, begging her to come out of her quarters.
Serena couldn’t sleep that night, wondering if she would be able to find any solace even if they track down Falana. She was obviously of no help – her mind turning blank every time she tried to even see what updates her crew has come up with. And she definitely couldn’t trust herself if they encounter Falana. Serena could equally fall prey to rage or freeze, remembering the smirk on the woman’s face when Hunter died in the chimera’s maw.
By the time morning came she already made up her mind. She had to do something. But she wasn’t sure if she will be able to. Serena walked up to the window, seeing her ship approaching the station. The space station was vast – much bigger than most – capable of holding a few hundreds of ships from all over. It had twenty levels, each separated by gravitational engines that allowed the people inside to walk and operate without having to bother about the zero gravity of space.
One of the most promising traits this station had was the number of people to get lost among, and the variety of paths Serena could take. She would definitely have options.
The woman looked aside to the small backpack of things she gathered up, and took a moment to think if what she was about to do was the right thing. It took her the whole of last night to think over, and she already activated the short protocol she wrote for Lyssa to follow after she would go, but something still scratched at the back of her mind.
Finally, the ship docked and Serena thought that she wasn’t even useful on board anymore. She needed time to grieve and a little solitude to get her head back together. But she wouldn’t be able to find it on Lyssa – that she knew for sure.
Activating her armour, she picked up the backpack and clasped it to the plates, uniting the systems. Before she left her quarters, she switched on her cloaking device, slipping away unnoticed.
The bustling station had so many traders and people that it was easy to get lost in the crowd and deactivate her invisibility and armour safely. Not wasting any time, Serena found a ship heading out and bought herself a ticket among other passengers seeking passage elsewhere.
Within an hour she was off the station.
The tiny cabin provided in this ship was shared with five other passengers – three women, a man and a child. None of them really engaged in conversations, knowing very well that sometimes it is best to keep silent and not ask many questions from strangers.
However, children are always curious, and so was the little boy that watched the strange white-haired woman for a bit before approaching her cot and smiling to her when she looked up.
The boy was barely thirteen old, and had a ruffled mane of dirty blond hair that fell to his eyes.
«Hi! I’m Norren.» he said. «What’s your name?»
«I have no name.» the woman replied, her face as cold and expression-less as it was back on her ship for the past days.
«So… what do people call you when you cross paths?»
Serena took a moment to think and exhaled:
«Ghost.»
«Cool!» his eyes flared up with excitement. «Such a cool name!»
«Norren, honey, don’t bother the passengers!» one of the women pleaded.
Serena glanced at her and shook her head, trying hard to remain calm and collected. To her the boy was a distraction from the heavy thoughts that filled her head as soon as she sat down.
«What do you do for a living, Ghost?» the boy sat down next to her.
«I’m… a fighter.» Serena sighed. «I fight for money.»
«Funny… I always thought fighters have lots of tattoos…» Norren glanced at her arms.
«I still hadn’t decided what tattoos I want, so… maybe I’ll get them when I get to my destination.»
«How many fights have you had?»
«One on one? A lot.»
«And how many did you win?»
Serena looked at the child and wondered if her reply sounded like a lie:
«All of them.»
«No way!»
«Aw, come on!» the man chuckled. «There’s no way you won every single fight!»
«I’m strong.» Serena forced a smirk to her face. «And fast.»
The man cackled and sat at the tiny table they had in the corner, offering her his hand.
«How about we arm wrestle? I’m a strong man, so don’t think I’ll be easy to defeat.» he said.
«Papa’s the best in arm wrestling where we come from!» Norren said proudly.
Serena got up and walked over, sitting down on the opposite of the man, clasping her hand with his palm.
«Ready?» the man asked her.
Serena nodded and felt him immediately pushing. But to her it was barely worth effort to tense up. A moment passed, then two, and the man’s bravado faded, his face turning surprised. He tensed up, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, but still couldn’t budge her arm from upward position.
The woman tilted her head:
«You are strong. But not as strong as I am.» effortlessly she moved her arm and forced his down.
«Holy shit! What did they feed you when you were little, Ghost?» the man looked at her shocked when she freed his palm.
Serena decided not to answer.
Chapter 2. Shock
«Serena!» Lindon pounded on the door, growing angry at the woman for being locked up for so long. «Damn it, open the door! It’s been five days!»
The door silently slid open to his surprise and Lindon glanced in, noting how dark it was inside.
«Serena?» he called out.
Silence seemed so heavy and so still that he walked in, searching for any sign of the woman.
However, her bed was empty and the bathroom stood open, with Serena nowhere in sight.
«Lyssa, where is she?» Lindon barked.
«Serena Dal Thara-Lyss is not on board, Active Captain Lindon.» the AI replied.
A wave of shock came over the Veluthian and he darted away.
«Everyone to the bridge, NOW!» Lindon ordered through his earpiece.
«What the hell, Lindon?» Wolfin’s voice returned in irritation.
