To Clan and Conquer (Clan Beginnings)

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Clan Beginnings

TO CLAN AND CONQUER

A Clans of Kalquor Story

 

By

 

Tracy St. John

 

 

© copyright December 2012, Tracy St. John

Cover art by Erin Dameron-Hill, © copyright November 2012

 

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s

imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or

events is merely coincidence.

 

Kindle Edition

 

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To Deanna.  See what you started?

 

 

 

TABLE OF CONTENTS
:

 

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

 

 

This book is the prequel to
Alien Conquest
, Clans of Kalquor Book 3.  It takes place six years before the events of that story.

 

 

 

Prologue

 

The Kalquorian Empire was and still is a civilization of great importance to the Galactic Council of Planets.  The fierce but intelligent species has been at the forefront of technological, medical, and scientific breakthroughs for millennia.  Their military might has never been in question; even their ancient enemy, the opportunistic race of Tragooms, hesitates to attack a Kalquorian force half its size.

However, Kalquor’s survival is in jeopardy.  The force that has threatened this mighty race is not one that wields weaponry.  It cannot even be seen with the naked eye.  It is a virus.

Centuries ago, this virus struck the home world of Kalquor, wiping out a substantial number of its people, particularly the females.  Symptoms included massive bleeding of the body’s major organs, along with those of the female reproductive tract.  Damaging the x-chromosome of the Kalquorians, the virus’ effects went beyond death.  The majority of women not killed outright were rendered infertile, and daughters born to those who could bear children were not guaranteed the ability to do the same.  The virus altered the very DNA of the entire race.

In an effort to keep their race from going extinct and prevent fighting amongst the men, family groups called clans were formed.  Each clan was made up of one female known as the Matara (childbearer) and representatives of each of the three breeds of male:  the Dramok (leader), Imdiko (caregiver), and Nobek (protector).

A Matara may not join a clan until the three male members are in place.  There is no guarantee a clan will attract a female, since the women are so rare.  In their absence, the men forge close, often intimate, relationships with each other.  As the Kalquorian Book of Life reminds us,
Even the strongest warrior must find a fortress for his heart, the walls of which are built from the love of others
.

 

 

 

Chapter 1

 

Nobek Lidon zeroed in on a two-man fighter in his single-man ship.  He felt no remorse as he fired on the other vessel, though it was Kalquorian in origin.  Taken in a bloody raid by the Tragooms, the two-man fighter was now the enemy.  It had barely been off the assemblage phase on the free-orbiting manufacturing station it was stolen from.  The target was so new it hadn’t yet received its navigational link-in frequencies.

Squad Leader Lidon’s twenty-fighter force was one of five squads.  His home ship, a Kalquorian destroyer, sent plasma bursts and percussion blast volleys at the massive Tragoom warship.  The opposite of the sleek lines of the Kalquorian craft, the enemy warship was typical of a Tragoom vessel:  put together from a myriad of other species’ best technologies, it resembled something a group of semi-bright five-year olds might have constructed.  If said five-year olds were also insane.

The enemy had slipped into Empire space undetected and was now trying to escape with the latest in Kalquor’s famous technology.  Five days ago, the marauder had mounted the attack on the manufacturing plant.  Lidon snarled.  Clumsy and ill-fitting as the Tragoom ship looked, it was still a menace.  Over three hundred Kalquorians had been left dead on the station, another one hundred captured, along with all the newly constructed fighters the Tragooms could fly.  Tragooms did not bother to develop their own technology.  They chose to steal what they could instead.  That one of their roving bands of misbegotten raiders had gotten so far into the Empire’s space was the very thing the border was supposed to be guarded against.  Heads would certainly roll for this fracture in Kalquor’s supposedly remarkable defenses.  Nobek Emperor Yuder would no doubt have it publicly taken out on as many hides as he could find responsible.

Right now, Lidon had to concentrate on destroying as many stolen fighters as possible.  Like the one his targeting computer had just locked in on.

His fingers flew over the control panel’s lit commands, firing a burst of devastating percussion power on the two-man craft that sadly contained only one enemy Tragoom.  According to one of the three vids floating before his eyes, his arms-force levels were low.  Thirteen years of manning a lightning class fighter had Lidon confident he could still render his target into so much space dust.  He was right.  The fighter in front of his guns broke apart with the first volley and then shattered utterly with the next.  The idiot pilot, unfamiliar with the newest line’s configurations, had never figured out how to raise defensive shielding.  Cold satisfaction swept through Lidon.

His blood was surging and there were still at least fifty more of the enemy to kill.  Unfortunately, power levels had been depleted.  He knew by the time he recharged and rejoined the fight, his fellow attack pilots would have finished the job.  He grimaced, though he’d personally taken out fourteen of the bastards himself.  “Great is the man who can share glory with others,” his Imdiko father, a temple priest, would say.

“I can’t keep it all to myself,” Lidon reluctantly agreed with his absent parent.  He sighed and commed the destroyer.  “Squad Leader Lidon of Rizpah Squad reporting in.”

The answer was as clear as if the man handling communications sat right next to him.  “Go ahead, Squad Leader.”

“I’m out of firepower.  Request permission to dock.  This fight’s all but done.”

“You are clear, Squad Leader.  The captain offers his congratulations on your work.  This is one of your highest kill runs.”

Lidon scowled a little.  Piras, the destroyer’s captain and Lidon’s Dramok lover for over a year now, knew better than to offer such public praise outside of ceremonial recognition.  Especially on an open com link.  Of course, most knew better than to call Lidon the captain’s pet.  The few that might dare to say such a thing to him would be taught better by his fists.

Still, he’d grown tired of correcting Piras over these niggling oversights.  Even the fun of pounding other Nobeks bloody was wearing thin.  Reinforcing the fact he had earned his rank and not been given it had lost its charm.  He was going to have to have another talk with his would-be clanmate.

“Squad Leader Lidon to Second of Rizpah.”

“Second Squad Leader.”

“I’m done for this little skirmish.  You have command.”

“Acknowledged.  Second Squad Leader Resok assuming point.”

Lidon headed for the destroyer.  Skirmish indeed.  There had been few good moments in this fight, moments when he’d found an enemy worth his skills.  He looked forward to counting the scorch marks on his fighter, to seeing how close he’d enticed death to come before scaring it off with his warrior ferocity.  The defense stations on the Empire’s borders were usually enough to dissuade attacks like today’s.  It was getting harder all the time to get a good fight going with Tragoom infiltrators.

The drone of tactical updates and advisories from his com was abruptly interrupted by an intense voice.  “Squad Leader Lidon, you’ve got company coming in fast and wagging your tail.”

Despite keeping a constant eye on his vids, Lidon instantly rechecked everything.  Instrumentation detected nothing, and he snarled.  The lack of information meant only one thing:  he had a chameleon-class fighter with signal-cloaking shields closing in.  The tail of his craft was vid-blind in the back, not allowing him to call up an image.

A blip sounded, and Lidon noted a lightning class fighter, one of the stolen ones, coming at him from starboard.  “How close is that chameleon?” he asked.

“Seven clicks, closing on you at a rate of two-point-seven-five.”

Lidon grinned with feral delight.  He was either going to add more bodies to his kill count or meet a glorious death.  For a Nobek, both were equally welcome.

Adjusting his heading and speed to mask the oncoming Tragooms from each other, he muttered, “As the Book of Life says, ‘The enemy’s sins are only redeemed when he offers peace or his throat.’  So come on in, you useless blight on the ass of the galaxy, and find some redemption.”

Lidon could see the lightning class closing in exactly where he wanted him.  He had to count on fortune to keep the chameleon steady on its path to destruction.  His grin grew larger and his hinged fangs unfolded from his palate.  He waited for brute instinct and hard-won experience to give him the go-ahead.

The moment came.  Lidon pitched the nose of the fighter down and executed a steep roll, effectively turning his course at a right angle.  Now his vids showed him the sleek lines of the chameleon as it hurtled over him and in the path of the bulkier but better armed lightning.  They collided with gorgeous force, and Lidon howled his victory.

Damn, he loved his job.

His moment of triumph was cut short as sensors chimed a warning.  Several huge pieces of the chameleon flew straight at him.  Too many to avoid being hit.  Fingers flying over his navigational computer, faster than he could bark voice commands, Lidon veered hard from the biggest piece.  He braced as another hurtling missile closed in.

He heard the impact before he felt it.  Claxons went off, vids blinked frantically, and a flash of fire erupted in front of his face for a bare instant.   Then the cockpit was doused in extinguishing foam, killing the blaze and wetting Lidon from head to toe.  The foam almost immediately turned to clear liquid and dripped from his console.

A moment later, the pain hit.  Lidon’s leg suddenly screamed in brutal agony, and he screamed with it.  It felt as if dozens of huge, jagged blades stabbed into his calf and thigh all at once.  He jerked against the torment, but the limb was pinned in its hellish space.  The hull had apparently collapsed in that area, crushing and trapping his leg.

Lidon fought to hold onto consciousness in that grim realm of anguish.  Gritting his teeth to keep from screaming again, he said, “Squad Leader Lidon to destroyer.”

Only now did he realize the constant relaying of information had ceased on his link.  He had no communications.  As if to taunt him, all the blinking vids went out.  Then the entire cockpit went dark as the ship’s power failed.  For a moment Lidon was left in utter darkness and overwhelming pain.

The backup emergency lighting came on, bathing the smooth and now featureless control panel in orangey-red light.  Lidon smashed his fist against the panel in frustration.  He left no damage.  The ship was designed to take the abuse of irritable Nobeks.

He hit it again anyway.  “Well that’s just fucking great.  Someone’s going to have to tow my sorry ass in.”

The question now was, how badly had he been injured?  The leg hurt with a physical misery Lidon had not known in his entire violent life.  He stuck his hand in the tight confines where he couldn’t see anything six inches below his groin.  Wet heat greeted his touch, and he withdrew the hand.  Despite his increasingly hazy vision, he could easily see the blood dripping from his fingers.

Lidon felt the fighter shudder around him.  Someone was firing on his dead ship, finishing him off.

His lips were tingling and numbing from blood loss.  He could hear himself slurring as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back.  “Sixteen enemy dead.  Glorious death on the battlefield instead of safe in my bed.”  A surge of guilt washed through him at those words, though they were what every Nobek hoped for.  Why the ancestors had been so kind to deliver him an end he didn’t deserve, Lidon couldn’t fathom.

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