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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Chapter 1 - Pursuit

  Chapter 2 - Survivors

  Chapter 3 - Damage

  Chapter 4 - Signals

  Chapter 5 - Planet-side

  Chapter 6 - Hope

  Chapter 7 - Attack

  Chapter 8 - Safety

  Chapter 9 - Rim

  Chapter 10 - Decision

  Chapter 11 - Seeking

  Chapter 12 - Water

  Chapter 13 - Escape

  Chapter 14 - Descent

  Chapter 15 - Remnants

  Chapter 16 - Isolated

  Chapter 17 - Alone

  Chapter 18 - Passion

  Chapter 19 - Admission

  Chapter 20 - Falls

  Chapter 21 - Regrouping

  Chapter 22 - Bath

  Chapter 23 - Taken

  Chapter 24 - Tracking

  Chapter 25 - Confrontation

  Chapter 26 - Reevaluation

  Chapter 27 - Admission

  About the Author

  Neverwylde

  The Rim of the World, Book 1

  By

  Linda Mooney

  NEVERWYLDE

  THE RIM OF THE WORLD, BOOK 1

  Copyright © 2015 by Linda Mooney

  ISBN 978-1-941321-46-1

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  Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher.

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  Editor: Diana Castilleja

  Cover Art: Linda Mooney

  Chapter 1

  Pursuit

  “Pour on the juice, Lieutenant! Don’t let them get away!”

  “Aye, sir!”

  Lt. Kelen Chambliss pressed the palm of her hand down on the sensitive touchpad in front of her, her eyes glued to the screen in front of her. The Seneecian ship continued to bob and weave as it tried to evade them. Behind her, she could hear Captain Arvey barking orders.

  “Fullgrath! Where the hell are our cannons?”

  “Almost at full strength, sir!” The weapons master sounded tinny above the roar of the engines as the pursuit continued.

  Kelen rolled the fingers of her right hand up the slide, increasing their speed another quarter urg, and hoped it would be enough. It was quickly becoming too difficult to concentrate on trying to overtake the sleek enemy vessel, with the way it undulated through the nebula like an oiled snake.

  As if reading her mind, the long, thin ship suddenly made a full ninety-degree turn and shot off in a new direction. She cursed under her breath as Dayall voiced everyone’s thoughts.

  “Damn sneeks! Chambliss!”

  “On it, sir!” she barked, already manipulating the less agile Manta to keep up. On her screen, the black enemy vessel was reentering open space. Once it did, it would become harder to track visually. She called out to her navigator sitting a few feet away. “Jules!”

  “Stay on it, Kel! I’m watching your back!” Jules tersely replied.

  Without warning, the nebula dissipated. With the celestial fogbank gone, Kelen rolled the slide for more speed, and the Manta began to gain ground. This time, the craft was maintaining a straight course, without making any further zigs or zags. Captain Arvey asked the navigator the question she was thinking.

  “Where’s this thing headed, Lieutenant?”

  “If it keeps the same heading, the Pars Ambers sector.”

  “Pars Ambers?” Dayall repeated. “Why are they leading us away from their own air space?”

  “Who the hell knows and cares?” Arvey growled. “Chambliss! More speed!”

  “I’m pushing her up to eighteen urgs, Captain!”

  “She’s not built to sustain this acceleration for long!” Jules yelled.

  The navigator didn’t have to say that last part, but Kelen felt he needed to. Captain Arvey may be an excellent warship captain, but when he got riled or excited, sometimes he needed someone to jolt him with a little flash of reality to remind him there were limitations. Of course, that didn’t mean he had to listen. This time, however, it seemed to do the trick.

  “Acknowledged, Jules. Engineering!”

  “Engineering. Mellori.”

  “How are we doing down there?”

  “We have signs of overheating, Captain. Can we cut it down a notch?”

  Instead of answering, Arvey switched communications. “Fullgrath!”

  “Cannons are fixed and now coming on line. Armed and ready, Captain!”

  “Fullgrath! Fire at will! Knock those sons of bitches out of space. Or at least disable their ship!”

  “Aye, Captain!”

  Kelen instantly compensated for the little kick the Manta would make when its guns were fired. Her left thumb pressed at the heel of the touchpad at the exact moment, negating the lurch.

  The Seneecian ship rolled sideways, going belly-up seconds before the warheads reached it. But it didn’t change direction. Kelen started to see if she couldn’t press another ten percent out of the struggling engines, when she felt a shudder go through the ship. She paused in surprise. An instant later, Jules almost screamed in her ear.

  “Oh, God! Hard up! Hard up!”

  She acted instinctively, slamming the heel of her hand on the bottom edge of the touchpad without questioning the navigator’s cry.

  The anomaly appeared at the top right-hand portion of the view screen. Colors of all hues and variation swirled with a brightness that momentarily blinded everyone until the ship compensated, darkening the main screen.

  The ship lurched, as if someone had grabbed it and jerked it to one side. Claxons went off, warning of a major hull breach. In the next instant, all the lights went out.

  The anomaly flooded space with its intensity. But that was the least of her worries. For some inexplicable reason, the Manta was sliding sideways, directly into the thick of the unexplainable object.

  “Full power, Chambliss! Get this ship out of its grasp!” Arvey yelled.

  “I’m trying, sir!”

  The war craft was sluggish. Regardless of what she tried to do, the sleek, Corsair model could only minimally respond. Gritting her teeth, Kelen continued to struggle with the controls, but even the touchpad felt stiff beneath her hand.

  “Jules, where’s our quarry?” Arvey inquired.

  “Hard to tell, sir.”

  Kelen squinted into the morass, but was unable to spot the long black craft. She wondered if the Seneecians had also been caught up in this mess, or if they’d managed to elude it when the anomaly engulfed its pursuer.

  “Chambliss! Why aren’t we away?” the captain barked.

  “Engines aren’t responding,” she snapped back.

  “Mellori! Engine report!”

  “They’re grinding away, Captain! But I’m afraid it’s a losing battle!”

  “Chambliss!”

  The engines were doing their duty, so the man was assuming she wasn’t doing hers. Biting back a quick retort, she shook her head. “That thing has us! We aren’t making any headway!”

 
The Manta suddenly shuddered, throwing everyone back and forth, and tossing those who weren’t buckled in their seats across the bridge. The ship lurched again, and this time the gravity units failed.

  Amid the chaos, all personnel tried to remain calm. Within a matter of seconds, what had appeared to be an all-out chase and destroy of an enemy vessel had become a matter of survival. The Seneecian vessel was no longer a priority. Escaping the anomaly was.

  “We’ve lost life support!” Bertriol hollered. No sooner were the words out of his mouth than the low rumble which had always filled the ship vanished.

  Kelen gasped at the realization. The engines were off-line. The Manta was literally floating like debris inside the strange cloud which had enveloped them.

  Arvey yelled something at her, but it didn’t register. Frantically, she worked the controls, trying to get a response, any kind of response, from the ship. She wasn’t aware of the navigator calling her name until he reached over the console and whacked her on the arm. She glanced up at him.

  “Can you bear sixteen degrees starboard?”

  “I can’t bear a sixth of a degree anywhere!” she told him. “Not without the engines.”

  An idea flashed in her mind. Something she’d been taught in pilot school, but never actually used. Not even in simulation. Taking her hand away from the accelerator, she flipped the toggle on the intercom.

  “Mellori! This is Chambliss.”

  “Mellori here,” the head of engineering answered.

  “Do the brakes work?”

  It took the man exactly one second to get where she was heading. “Hold!” He was back less than a minute later. “You have brakes!”

  Quickly, she thumbed the controls from the engines to the braking system with a swipe of her left thumb, then pushed the power bars upward with her right.

  The ship jiggled as it blew itself into reverse. Gradually, there was the sensation of listing to one side. Kelen snatched the slight advantage and turned the vessel in that direction, allowing whatever pull of gravity that had a hold on the Manta to steer it out of the anomaly.

  “Sweet move, Kel,” her navigator murmured where only she could hear.

  “We’re not out of the woods yet,” she whispered back.

  The vessel was moving, but at an extremely slow speed. But it was moving, nonetheless. And that was better than being at a dead standstill, at the whim of space and all its invisible currents.

  Kelen opened her mouth to ask Jules what was pulling them, but Arvey beat her to it. “Where are we headed, Jules?” he asked again.

  “Unable to tell, sir. Not until we get clear of this anomaly.”

  “What is that thing, anyhow? Anyone know?” Dayall questioned.

  “Sir!” Bertriol’s voice crackled with tension. “Food converters are completely nonfunctional. Water systems are nonfunctional.”

  “Give me some good news,” Arvey ordered.

  “Oxygen levels are at seventy-one percent, but the circulatory respirators are nonfunctional as well. Unless we can get those back online soon, we’re going to deplete all O2 reserves in less than three hours.”

  Before the captain could comment, the ship did a complete somersault. But this time the crew was prepared. Their temporary harnesses held as the Manta began to do a type of crazy, whirling dance. Outside the ship, the colors swirled and mingled, but they didn’t mix. Reds pierced blues without changing into purple. Same for when yellows appeared to swallow blues, with no sign of green.

  “Sir! I think I have a fix on the source of the gravitational field,” Jules announced.

  “You think you have a fix?”

  His scornful tone made Kelen glad she wasn’t the target. It was all she could do to keep the ship from spiraling out of control. Using the brakes to change their course had been a tricky and questionable maneuver, but it had worked. For how long remained to be seen.

  Just as suddenly as the anomaly had appeared, it vanished completely. It was then Jules began screaming in her ear.

  “Wormhole! Wormhole! Pull out! Pull out, for God’s sake, Kel!”

  In the back of her mind, she realized they should have suspected it as the source of the gravitational field. The anomaly had totally masked the thing’s appearance.

  People yelled in fear and confusion. Captain Arvey screamed at her to get the ship away, but he must have known all efforts would be useless at this point. She fought the controls, but without full engine power, there was no way she could get the ship out of the thing’s clutches. Futility, she beat on the touchpad as if by some miracle it would reactivate the drive. Tears stung her eyes. She swiped at them with the back of her hand and stared at the gaping maw of swirling darkness now off-centered on her view screen.

  Inexorably, the ship accelerated toward the wormhole. As its speed increased, the hole widened like an animal readying to swallow its prey. The bridge took on an eerily silent sound, although Kelen could see that people were still yelling. Still waving their arms in panicked fear. But their movements were slowing the faster the Manta dove toward the hole. Voices dropped in timbre, spoken words mumbled thick as soup.

  She tried to turn her head back to her station, but it felt as though it was taking her hours to make the simple twist. From the corner of her eye, she saw Jules trying to pinpoint their coordinates. In the fractured light emanating off his own view screen, she could see the glistening of tears on his face.

  The last thing she saw before the warship was swallowed was a distant glint sparkling in the furthest recesses of the hole’s throat. Before she could fathom what it was, the Manta disappeared forever from that region of space, never to be heard from again.

  Chapter 2

  Survivors

  All she could hear was absolute silence. Kelen opened her eyes to find herself lying sideways across her console, which was also tilted at an odd angle. Which made no sense, unless…

  We’ve crash landed. The ship’s on the ground.

  She tried to raise her head. A shaft of pain streaked through her brain and down her spine. She moaned, and even that small effort hurt.

  “Oh, God, what’s wrong with me?”

  She managed to turn her face slightly to the right to survey more of the damage. The only light source came from the small blue emergency lights which ringed the outer perimeter of the floor, but most of those were either burned out or covered. It was difficult to differentiate between what was a shadow and what was not, even as her eyes grew accustomed to the near dark.

  The Manta wasn’t built to land on terrain. It was an orbiting vessel with a compliment of smaller ground craft made to handle any planet landing needed. As a frightening stillness blanketed the atmosphere, there was no denying the Manta no longer patrolled space.

  She heard a groan coming from behind her. Gritting her teeth, she unbuckled her harness, almost falling out of her seat. Undoubtedly, wherever they’d crashed, there was gravity. And comparable to that of her home world.

  The groan came again, close by. There was a movement from underneath a pile of panels, which had fallen from the bridge’s ceiling. Stepping carefully onto the broken sheets, Kelen pushed aside what she could, until a hand waved at her.

  “Kel?”

  “Jules!”

  Seeing him trapped beneath the wreckage infused her with enough strength to slide the debris off and away from the navigator, allowing him enough room to finish freeing himself. He grabbed Kelen’s proffered hand and hauled his own bruised and battered body to a standing position.

  “What the hell happened?” he whispered, swiping at a streak of blood running down the side of his face. “Where are we? Did we crash?”

  “Appears that way.”

  “Did anyone else make it?”

  “I don’t know. I was just coming around when I heard you.”

  She gingerly made her way across the bridge, looking for others. Something fell from the right side, an area that was higher than where she stood. “Hello?” She called out, hoping som
eone else answered. Or at least made a sound to let her know another person had survived.

  “H-help.”

  “Commander Dayall!”

  Moving across the littered area was like trying to maneuver through a mine field. Just when she thought she had solid footing, it would slide or cave in. Worse, the pieces were jagged or sharply edged metal. Twice she sliced open her hand when she threw out her arms to prevent herself from falling.

  She discovered the commander partially hanging from his safety straps where he’d attached himself to one of the console stations. By the way his arm swung in front of his body, she could tell it had either been pulled from its socket, or was broken.

  “Hold on, Commander! Jules, come help me get him down.”

  “How are we going to do that? He’s too far up. Neither of us are tall enough to reach those straps to undo them.”

  She glanced around the littered area. “What if we piled some of those larger pieces to where I can get to him?”

  Jules shook his head. “It’s too dangerous. You could slip and fall, and cut yourself even worse than you already have.”

  The comment made her glance at her left hand where two narrow but deep puncture wounds were dripping blood on to the floor. The adrenalin pumping through her body had kept her from noticing the pain. Now she understood why everything she touch slipped out of her grasp. Tearing off a piece of her shirt from underneath her uniform vest, she wrapped it around her palm.

  “We have to try. You can’t do it. You weigh more than me, and this stuff may not support you. Hurry!”

  Jules sighed loudly and crawled over to where she was tugging on a section of what used to be a monitor. Between the two of them, they finally were able to build a tall enough structure for her to reach the semi-conscious man. With the navigator holding her legs to help keep her steady, Kelen climbed on top of the precarious mound until she could release the buckles holding Dayall in place. Carefully, she undid the straps until the man slid from the harness, down to where Jules could grab him and ease him onto the floor.