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  Mercenary Mage

  Star Mage Saga Book 4

  J.J. Green

  Cover: Warren Designs

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  Books of the Star Mage Saga

  Prequel: Star Mage Exile

  Book 1: Star Mage Quest

  Book 2: Dark Mage Rises

  Book 3: Wildfire and Steel

  Book 4: Mercenary Mage

  Book 5: Accursed Space

  Book 6: Flight from Sanctuary

  Table of Contents

  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

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter One

  Carina Lin crouched at the corner of a stack of crates and peeked out of the cargo bay. Her gaze was fixed on a domestic starship that had just finished refueling. The ship was probably privately owned by a local magnate but it looked like business hadn’t been going well lately. The vessel was overdue a paint job. Its name, Zenobia, was barely visible emblazoned on the side and in some places metal gleamed dully through the carmine coating. Passages through planetary atmospheres and interstellar space had taken their toll.

  Carina felt Bryce ease up close beside her and slip an arm around her waist. She didn’t object.

  “Is that the one?” he asked, following the direction of her gaze with his own.

  “Fits the brief,” she replied. “What do you think?”

  “It’ll do, I guess.”

  Carina scanned the bay. Portage bots trundled along the aisles, transporting freight onto and off of storage shelves. Not a single human figure could be seen, though that didn’t mean a thing. Security surveillance cameras would cover the place, even on a poor, backwater planet like Pirine. And the portage bots would be recording everything that occurred within their vicinity.

  Carina wasn’t too worried about being captured by the Pirinian authorities—a quick Enthrall Cast would soon ensure their release. What did concern her was the Dirksens. The clan’s military remained on the planet, searching for mages, and showed no signs of leaving.

  If the Dirksens caught Carina and her siblings escape would not be easy. It could even prove impossible.

  Looking back over her shoulder, she said, “All set?” The five children nodded.

  She had rehearsed the operation with them many times. Stealing the Zenobia should go like clockwork, but Carina knew from her days as a merc that reality usually inserted at least one surprise to upset even the best laid plans. She wondered what it would be this time.

  She took another quick scan of the bay. Most of the bots were in the farther reaches of the place, out of sight. She wouldn’t get a better chance.

  “Darius,” said Carina, “Cloak us.”

  Her youngest brother’s big brown eyes were grave as he sipped elixir from a metal flask. Then he closed them to concentrate on making the Cast. A moment later his eyelids lifted again. “I did it.”

  “Great,” Carina said. “Let’s go. Remember, everyone stick together.”

  She stood up and lifted her stolen Dirksen weapon to her shoulder. Bryce did the same. Behind him Carina’s brothers and sisters formed a tight knot. Time to move.

  As always, it was impossible to tell if Darius’s Cast had taken effect. If it was working, they should be invisible to all human and electronic onlookers. However, to the Cloaked, everything looked the same, which made stepping out into the open unnerving.

  Carina led the group along the aisle between boxes of freight toward the Zenobia. Beyond the wide entrance to the cargo bay, directly ahead, the sun was setting. Carina squinted to see better and wished for a light-reactive helmet visor. Long, black shadows ran out from the Zenobia.

  The refueling crew had departed and the immediate area around the ship was empty. Carina doubted the vessel was locked but even if it was a quick Cast would solve the problem. With any luck the pilot and air crew wouldn’t have boarded yet.

  Carina reached the open doors. It was just another thirty meters or so to the ship. Once they were aboard Darius would Cast again to Cloak it, she would hopefully figure out the controls, and then they would be gone. Two long weeks of dodging Dirksen guards would be over and they would be on their way back to Ostillon. From there they would begin the long journey home.

  “What’s that?” Bryce asked.

  Beyond the long lines of shuttlecraft and starships, a vehicle was approaching, fast. A military vehicle. Even at the distance Carina could see the occupants’ uniforms were not the dark green of Pirinian troops. The figures were clad in deep gray.

  “Shit,” said Carina. “Dirksens.”

  “Are they coming for us?” Parthenia, Carina’s eldest sister asked.

  “I don’t see how they could know we’re here,” Carina replied. Infiltrating the spaceport had gone smoothly. They hadn’t triggered any alarms. On the other hand the Dirksens were all over every spaceport on the planet, like scalobites on a nest of kruekins, determined to block all avenues of escape. The soldiers were there for the mages. The only question was, were they there for Carina and her family in particular?

  “Hurry up,” said Carina. The sooner they were aboard the ship and out of potential sight of the Dirksen guards the better.

  They reached the Zenobia as the upper rim of the setting sun disappeared. Though the starship was small, compared to most of the vessels at the spaceport it was huge. The engines took up two-thirds of the ship, bulking out each side. And, unlike most interstellar craft, the Zenobia was streamlined. A slim nose poked out in front then the vessel flared, rounding out over its engines, in order to smooth its passage through atmospheres.

  Carina and her companions passed into the darkness under the massive engines. Meanwhile, the military vehicle sped closer, its headlights blaring bright light and the guards sweeping the spaceport’s standing area with their gazes, weapons at the ready. It neared the ship.

  Then it stopped and stood beyond the Zenobia’s engines.

  “What the hell?” Bryce muttered. “Why’s it stopped just there? They can’t see us, can they?”

  “Not unless Darius’s Cast didn’t
work,” Carina softly replied. It was unlikely. Her brother was the most powerful mage among them—possibly the most powerful in the sector, now that the old Spirit Mage had died. Yet the fact that the Dirksen soldiers had chosen exactly that spot to stop seemed too much of a coincidence.

  “Stay cool, everyone,” Carina said. “Carry on with the plan as if they weren’t there.”

  The soldiers were climbing out of the vehicle.

  “Just be careful not to bump into any of them,” she added.

  Her little troop emerged from underneath the Zenobia into the dusky light. Suddenly, the spaceport’s floodlights snapped on. Oriana gave a small scream.

  A soldier’s head swiveled in the direction of the sound.

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” Oriana whispered, her voice high with regret and fear.

  “Never mind,” Carina muttered. “Stay close.”

  The soldier began to walk toward them.

  Carina turned to look up at the Zenobia.

  “Shit.” All the vessel’s doors were shut tight, there was no way to board it. No regular way at least.

  “We’ll have to Transport aboard, guys,” said Carina. She would have preferred to walk onto the craft so they knew where they were going.

  The Dirksen soldier was directly approaching them.

  “Under the engines again,” Carina said. “Now.”

  “No,” said Bryce. “Look.”

  In the shadow of the enormous ship, the other soldiers could be seen scouting the area.

  “Can they smell us or something?” asked Carina.

  “Well,” Bryce said, “I hate to mention it, but…”

  Carina stuck an elbow in his side. “We’ll just have to Transport from here. Darius, can you move all of us together and put us in the…” She had no idea about the interior layout of the ship. From what she knew, the Transport Cast somehow avoided moving an object inside another object, but she didn’t want to take any chances. She needed a wide space. “Into the hold.”

  “Where’s that?” asked Darius. He spoke at his normal volume, which, while he didn’t have a loud voice, was loud enough for the approaching guard to hear. The man’s body stiffened as he registered the sound. He halted. Probably because he was alerting his CO.

  “Uh, about there,” Carina replied, pointing to an area at the bottom of the ship near the front. It was a guess, based on the doors she’d spotted in the hull.

  The guard was only five meters distant, but Darius wouldn’t be able to Transport them if they moved to get away.

  “Do it,” Carina told her brother, who was frowning as he tried to figure out where she wanted him to send them.

  The little boy dutifully took a swallow of elixir.

  The guard strode toward them. Another two steps and he would crash into Parthenia.

  Darius’s eyes closed.

  “Quick, Darius!” Oriana squeaked.

  Chapter Two

  Pitch darkness surrounded Carina and the air was cold and damp.

  Darius had done it. They were inside the Zenobia, hopefully in her hold.

  “Oh good,” said Oriana. “Now we’re safe.” Her voice echoed from the surrounding walls.

  “No, we aren’t,” said Carina. “Not yet. We don’t know if anyone else is aboard, so keep your voice down. And those Dirksen guards knew something was up. Their CO will probably order the ship to be searched. They might even disable its engines. We need to get to the bridge and—”

  “We need to find our way out of here first,” said Bryce. “Can one of you Cast Light or something?”

  “No,” Carina replied. “There’s no such Cast.”

  “I could try and make one,” said Darius.

  “Not now, sweetheart,” Carina said. “And I don’t want anyone to even think of Casting Fire. We’ll set off the alarms and the entire spaceport will be all over the ship. Come on, let’s look for a door.”

  She set off blindly into the dark. Before she’d taken more than a few steps the hold’s lights blinked on, activated by her movement. They were inside a space about twenty meters square surrounded by plain unadorned metal, and the ship’s cargo.

  “Whoa,” Ferne said. “Look at all this stuff. I wonder what it is?”

  Boxes and packets of all shapes and sizes formed tall stacks, secured to the floor and walls by netting.

  “I don’t know,” said Carina. She was puzzled by the odd cargo too. She’d taken the starship to be a means of transportation for a rich owner, not a merchant vessel. And if it were a merchant vessel she would have expected more uniformity in the freight, perhaps only three or four types of cargo. This was more like… She had no idea. “We don’t have time to find out. Come on. This way.”

  Carina had spied the smaller, internal door that would lead to the main body of the ship. She raced over to it and tried the handle. It was unlocked.

  After waiting a moment for the others to catch up, she set off down the passage that led from the hold.

  “Do you know where you’re going?” Bryce asked as he caught up to her.

  “Not at all,” replied Carina. “You?”

  “Nope, but upward and forward is my best bet.”

  “Mine too.” A sign caught Carina’s eye as she passed it. “Wait. What was that?” She turned and ran back a few paces.

  The sign said Service Access. She pushed on the adjacent panel and it popped open, revealing a ladder. “We’ll go this way,” she said to the others, who had stopped to see what she was doing.

  “Elevator too fancy for you?” Bryce asked.

  “A ladder is less trappy,” replied Carina, grabbing the rungs.

  She ran up the ladder, then thought twice about it and slowed her pace. Darius and Nahla wouldn’t be able to go so fast. She paused and looked down the narrow tunnel. Some way below, Nahla clung to Bryce’s back as he climbed, and Carina thought she could see Parthenia carrying Darius. She continued to ascend, though at a slower rate.

  Had they already triggered the ship’s security system? Were the spaceport authorities already on their way, about to team up with the Dirksen guards to gain entry to the ship? From what Carina had seen in the cargo bay the Zenobia was not what she seemed, but neither was she a military vessel. It was entirely possible that only forced entry would trigger an alarm. The security measures might not extend to the ship’s interior.

  Whatever the truth was didn’t really matter. If they were to stand a chance of getting off Pirine, they had to find the bridge fast.

  The signs next to the tunnel exits were no help. They only stated the levels. Carina passed level two and level three. When she reached the exit to level four, she pressed the release. The door clicked and opened a fraction. She waited for Bryce and the others to catch up and then motioned them to be quiet.

  She listened. All she could hear was the silence of an empty starship at rest. Pushing open the door, she peered out. Dim standby lighting illuminated a plush corridor. This was more like what she’d been expecting to see: a carpeted floor, somewhat worn, and walls painted green and gold.

  They had clearly arrived at the passenger section. It was here the owner and his family, friends, and business associates would reside while the Zenobia was in flight. But this section wasn’t for the crew. It was too nicely decorated.

  Carina looked up. The service ladder continued to another level. She pulled the door closed and continued her climb. Level five soon appeared. Carina opened the door and saw scuffed floor tiles and white, grubby walls. This was a crew area. After checking for signs of occupation again and hearing and seeing nothing, she climbed out into the corridor and set off at a run.

  Doors flashed past. Carina didn’t worry about leaving the others behind now. She needed to get to the bridge and start the ship’s engines. Too much time had passed since Darius had Transported them onto the ship. The Dirksen guards could be aboard and searching it already. And the ship had just been refueled, which meant passengers would be arriving any minute.

  Carina sl
id to a halt, realizing she’d run right past reached the bridge. She doubled back.

  The bridge doors didn’t automatically open as she approached. It made sense. Here, if anywhere, on board security would be vital. But a locked door posed no problem to a mage. She pulled her elixir bottle from the pouch that hung at her side and unscrewed the lid. Between pants to catch her breath, Carina took a swig and closed her eyes. She swiftly wrote the Unlock character in her mind and sent it out. As she opened her eyes again she heard the soft scrape of the door opening.

  “There she is!” someone shouted. “Shoot!”

  Carina jumped to the side, but not fast enough. A pulse round caught her shoulder. She fired back randomly as she reached the cover of the wall, barely registering the scene on the bridge. Soldiers in Dirksen uniforms had formed a semi-circle around the door. She also caught a glimpse of her eldest brother, Castiel.

  “Carina!” Darius yelled as she fell.

  Her shoulder felt like it had been punched by a giant, which was a good sign. The soldiers’ weapons were set to stun, not kill. Of course, the Dirksen clan wanted to keep her alive and enslave her for her abilities, like they had enslaved Castiel. Luckily, her dominant arm hadn’t been hit.

  Carina dragged herself away from the open doorway. A second stunning round impacted her ankle and sent spirals of numbing shocks up her leg. She wouldn’t be able to stand until the effects wore off in ten or fifteen minutes. She rested the butt of her weapon against her hip and cradled the rest of it in her remaining working arm.

  She heard Bryce urge, “Transport the soldiers away, Darius.” He was running up the corridor with the others.

  “I can’t,” Darius replied. “I have to see them.”

  That was Carina’s problem too, or she would have performed the Cast herself. But if she looked into the bridge again she would be stunned in a heartbeat.

  Carina continued to scoot backward, hauling her dead leg as she went, maintaining her aim on the entrance to the bridge. As if on cue, a muzzle appeared through the door, but all she could see of the person holding it was a gloved hand. Carina shot and missed. A second shot came from along the corridor. Bryce was covering her. The pulse hit its mark. With a muffled yelp, the owner of the hand dropped the weapon.