nothing about my uncle, I opened the envelope I recovered in Star’s hospital room. It held a blank piece of paper surrounding a vid-disk. I placed the disk in Sabra’s player, and I had her upload the footage of my gun-cams. “First, let’s let Wyld’s secret out. I want him and my uncle exposed. Put together something that will explain what’s happened. Hack into every communications line you can and then start transmitting. We need to end martial law, and spread some light about the Calvarian situation. I want there to be justice for my teammates, and those who died because of Wyld. I also want my uncle’s face on every wanted poster there is. If he’s still alive, I don’t want there to be a single rock he can hide under on this planet.
Then I played the video my uncle sent me. On it was pecial coordinates for a planet. Not just any planet, it was our home planet. It didn’t look too unlike Bethesda. The water was a little bluer, the land a little greener, and it had a single moon almost identical to Bethesda’s. I watched him begin to speak. Behind him there was a white robe and blue mask hanging on the wall. I knew where I needed to go before I heard any of his farce. I turned off the video. I was not ready to look at his lying face yet.
After Sabra transmitted the “Truth Video,” I knew I would not have a safe harbor after what I had done to all those soldiers. I considered that going to the coordinates provided was exactly what Uncle Raven wanted, but I had to go somewhere, and there I wouldn’t be an enemy of the government. If there was a trap on this other planet, so be it. I couldn’t see what the trap was until I sprung it. So, Sabra confirmed a course, and calculated that we could hold just enough long range fuel for a one way trip.
We made a quick stop for a few supplies and rations, hacked into an auto-tanker for a fuel top-off, and then without looking back, we set a course that took us out of the atmosphere, and toward a planet called Earth.
One Earth year after arrival…
THE FUTURE IS HERE
The cave actually had gotten a little danker since my last visit. New patches of mold covered my worn footpath, and new trickles of water pinged and ticked that had not been there before. I sighed a heavy breath, and then put on my best happy face as I entered the main cavern. I threw down the bloodied bag I carried and yelled, “Happy anniversary.”
Sabra said nothing in return. I ran a hand across her rusted and beaten fuselage, tucked a few wires back into place, and tried to open the cockpit. When the lower control didn’t work right away I had to kick at it a few times before the bubble finally hissed open. “Did you miss me?” I tried again.
“It’s been almost four weeks. I thought maybe you had finally decided to move on,” Sabra said in the quiet tone I had come to recognize as her hurt feelings.
“I know. This last hunt took a little longer than expected, but I got it. Do you want to see what I bagged?”
“Severed swinetroll head? No thank you.”
“Well, that head is going to fetch us a box full of gold from the people it’s been harassing, so that should be enough to get you a new barrel or two of fuel.”
“Those dwarves are ripping you off,” She said.
I nodded, “I know, but they’re the only ones I can find who can make the fuel you need.”
Sabra’s tone was still somber, “Wouldn’t do much good. I lost two more systems while you were gone. I don’t think I can fly anymore, and my hacking equipment is long gone. I just wasn’t meant to be kept in such a damp place for so long.”
She was right about that, but we had been chased out of every other viable hiding place since Sabra had become number one on a government’s most-wanted-piece-of-technology list. They wanted to dissect her like a middle school biology project. Every close call left her more damaged afterward.
There were entire buildings of people out there who