Space Trippers Book 1: Trippin' by A. Lightbourne Read Free Book Online

irritation at being stopped, “you can’t get off the ship, nobody can. You have been unconscious for nearly three days. We are out in deep space now. Even if you could get a hold of a Scuttle Craft there is no way you could make it out of the dual shield with out proper authorization. You would just crash up on the electro field.”

    “Three days?” Valesque returned shocked. “I have been down in this hold for three days?!” she continued, glancing down at the panel of her vid-screen and pressing the chronometer button to verify the exact time.

    Sanic strained to see what she was looking at, “We are leaving the Milky Way as we speak. I am sorry you had to stay down here but I had been trying to find you on Saturna 3 when you went to look for the General. Unfortunately I didn’t catch up to you until after you had been shot.” he informed her apologetically.

    “You saw who shot me?” the Engineer asked urgently, leaning forward out of her pod in anxious suspense.

    “Well, sort of.” he replied hesitantly, his dark eyes avoiding hers. “I followed from quite a ways back as they carried you to the ship. I had assumed it was the I.P.A but then you were brought here." he continued, looking around at the unorthodox area. “I startled them when they were placing you in the life-pod. I tried to act as if everything was normal, I did not want to get shot too. The one guy who seemed to be in charge said to leave you here until you woke up. I figured it would only be a few minutes, I didn’t know he meant three days! It was a good thing you were in here though,” Sanic added, patting the lid of the pod, “I would never have been able to tell if you were alive or dead without the heart monitor. You had me pretty scared for a while there.”

    Valesque looked troubled, “You say two men brought me here? Do you remember what they looked like? Did one of then have brown, curly hair and blue eyes, sort of Earthian looking?”

    “I. . .I honestly couldn’t say.” the young Ensign answered, upset at having to disappoint her. “It is pretty dark in here, you know.” he looked around, as if to prove it to himself.
    “And they were pretty well covered up, like they didn’t want to be recognized. If I had to say one thing though,” he continued thoughtfully, “I would have to say that the accomplice seemed almost… luminous.”

    “Luminous? Oh, that helps a lot.” Valesque grumbled as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, trying to ward off her achy feeling.

    Sanic handed her a flask of water he had been carrying as she slid forward off the bed. “Any idea of what they hit you with?” he asked finally, it was something he had often wondered about these past few days.

    Valesque took a sip of water, swishing it in her mouth before spiting it back out. Her palate had become acidic from the liquid. She grimaced, shaking her head and trying to dispel the sharp metallic taste in her mouth. “Ugh,” she groaned, “a taser.”

    “A taser did that to you? Knocked you out for three days? Wow,” he marveled, “that must have been some charge, what did they set it on, 'coma'?”

    “Probably 'death'.” Valesque replied, stretching out her shock treated limbs. “If it was who I think it was, he knew the highest setting was the only thing that would knock me out. But I just can’t figure what would make him do it, and then dump me back here again when he knew they had taken over the `Magellan.”

    "You mean you didn't authorize the use of this ship?" Sanic asked shocked. He had assumed the engineers on the project had been aware of the orders.

    "Authorize? Ha! They even had the nerve to assign me to this death mission." Valesque scoffed, like they would ask her permission.

    "Are you saying this ship isn't equipped?" the young man asked worrisomely. He could not imagine them assigning him to a non-working vessel. Especially one that was assigned to Corseccan space.

    "No, I have already said that. I