Gadget enjoys being a member of Guardian Transport, but when her mission is changed from transport to diplomatic escort, she adapts quickly. She knows that the Guardian coming on board is her destiny, but how long can she make him wait to prove it?
Shatter has been waiting for his Terran, and now that he is on her ship, he has no inclination to do anything other than sway her to his way of thinking.
The Dark Fairy is a symbiotic ship, and knowing that her pilot has a mate, she does everything she can to put the two together, but what do ships know about mating?
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“This is the Dark Fairy Guardian Transport with the escaped prisoners. Requesting aid with transfer.” Speaking through her thoughts and having it turn into an audio broadcast was one of the freakiest side effects of her newest implants.
“We are ready and security has been increased to assist in your arrival. Do you want to dead drop or have us extract them?”
Toby had no interest in landing her ship in the prison. “I will do a dead drop. They are all in stasis, but the moment they disconnect, the waking process will commence.”
“We understand and are ready to decant your cargo.”
Toby watched as the drop coordinates ran across her screen. She overlaid a projected grid on it and doubled checked against existing specs. She cut the audio feed. “Damn.”
It looked like the prisoners were still running the facility. The drop zone was in an unsecured area and retrieving the drop box would allow some of the more slight species to hitchhike back onto the next vessel.
“I have changed my mind. I am coming in. Be prepared to meet me at the dock.”
She heard a spluttering on the other end of the com, and she grimaced as she loaded up her bio-weapons via the ship’s chargers. Toby didn’t like to use her built-ins—they made her skin feel too tight—but it was the best way to deal with the situation when her own body wasn’t up to the challenge.
She called in the situation to Guardian control at the Nyal Imperium and began the slow descent to the prison world where the situation was unknown, and it wasn’t going to get better.
She kept herself calm as she hooked into the prison systems and looked for the life signs of the guards. She found eight of them in one cluster near her landing site and forty of them in a distant area of the prison. If she freed the eight, they would be able to regain control of the rest of the facility.
Eight was doable. She could rescue eight.
