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  Hathor Legacy: Outcast

  Book One of the Hathor Legacy Series

  Deborah A Bailey

  Bright Street Books

  PISCATAWAY, NJ

  Copyright © 2013 by Deborah A Bailey.

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  Hathor Legacy: Outcast/ Deborah A Bailey. -- 1st ed.

  ISBN 978-0-9842926-3-9

  Acknowledgements

  Thanks to Kelli Wilkins, Kat Duncan, Amy Swencak and my mom, Ruth Bailey for your feedback and support.

  "Your real job in the world is to be you."

  ―India.Arie

  1 The Explosion

  Nova City, Hathor – Morning

  Nadira was a little girl again, clutching her mother, Minona's hand. As usual, she felt her mother's soft, warm energy flowing through their physical connection. Perched on a mound of thick, steel grey sand, they sat watching the sapphire waves roll up on the shore.

  Shielding her eyes from the bright sunshine, Nadira watched a bird swoop over the sea, then soar back up into the bright blue sky. "Mommy, look!" She pointed, directing her mother to follow the bird's progress as it glided above the waves.

  Her mother's lips were pressed together in a tight line. Why didn't she smile anymore? What was wrong? Nadira reached up, tracing her mother's full lips with her fingers. Minona smiled, her gold-flecked, brown eyes lighting up at her daughter's touch. But her joy quickly faded.

  "They're coming, Nadira."

  Now she remembered why they were waiting here on the beach. She wrapped her arms around her mother's neck. Soon the Guardians would come to take her away. Please don't let them take me.

  She could hear the aircars approaching, their engines rumbling like thunder. Don't let go, Mommy. Don't let go. As her mother's arms slid around her, Nadira squeezed her tight.

  "I love you, Nadira," her mother whispered. "Don't forget."

  She wouldn't forget. Never. Determined, she held on to her mother, trying to resist as firm hands grabbed her from behind. But they were too strong for her and yanked her away.

  "No!" Nadira sprang up, gasping for breath. Instead of being on a beach with her mother, she was in her apartment in Nova City.

  Twenty solar years ago they'd hidden in various seaside towns in the North, eluding the Guardians who relentlessly tracked them. But Nadira's abilities to read people's thoughts and emotions were too strong to remain undetected. When they'd found her, they took her away to be trained as one of them.

  If only she and her mother had been able to leave Hathor. But no one with abilities could leave the planet and survive.

  Buzzing from the communications unit broke into her musings. Turning off the auto answer had seemed like a good idea last night. Now she'd have to get up and find out who it was.

  "Lights up 50%," she called out. Panels of light in the ceiling illuminated the room in a soft white glow.

  Nadira threw back the covers. Running her hand over her short-cropped hair, she padded over to get something to put on. On a set of shelves next to the com unit, she kept her company-issued clothing in neatly folded stacks. Grey jackets on top, grey pants below.

  Well, at least she had some discretion over the shirt color. Should she choose the off-white or the light grey? Or maybe dark blue?

  "Buzz--buzz--buzz"

  Whoever was trying to reach her was not giving up. She pulled out a blue shirt and shrugged it on. Now she was ready.

  Her apartment had been built decades before and she'd refused to update any of the built-in appliances--including the old com unit. Sometimes the video didn't work, other times it was the audio. She tapped the screen. It stayed blank, but she could hear breathing through the tinny speakers.

  "Nadira," a man's gruff voice blared. "Do you have the vid turned off again?"

  Nothing like getting a call from, Brant, the Guardian Sentry Leader first thing in the morning. "Com unit's acting up."

  "Get a new unit."

  "We're Guardians, why do we need communicators?" Nadira couldn't resist asking the question. Using their heightened senses, Guardians could connect with each other without using man-made devices. Though communicating with Brant wasn't something she looked forward to.

  There was silence, followed by a sigh. "We have an alert about an explosion and theft at the mine on Demeter. Several workers were killed."

  It was the highest-producing mine in the solar system, just three days away by interplanetary shuttle. Lots of security. Hard to believe someone from the outside would try to steal from it. "How did they get through the checkpoints?"

  "They were probably helped by someone on the inside. The CEO of the mine is missing along with a sizable amount of crystal. He might be involved."

  "But what can the Guardians do about it?" she asked. The mine had its own security force. Besides, she was here on Hathor, what could she do? As a Sentry she had the strongest abilities of all the Guardians. But still, she didn't have the power to do anything about a theft millions of kilometers away.

  "We do not ignore direct requests from Novacorp. If the thieves come here, we must apprehend them. I don't need to remind you of your duty, do I? We Guardians are responsible for protecting this planet."

  And now he was going into one of his long-winded speeches. Hadn't she always done her duty? Even after being taken from her mother she'd served Novacorp. For years she'd turned her back on her own desires to do what they wanted.

  "But why would they risk coming here?" Novacorp's headquarters was here on Hathor.

  "They risked stealing from the mine, they might risk much more. Novacorp knows best and we will follow their directives. Do you understand?" His tone cut off further discussion.

  Of course she did. It had been drilled into her since she was eight years old: the age she'd been taken from her mother.

  "Yes, I understand," Nadira replied. Please let this conversation be over now.

  "I will contact you later with further instructions."

  "Fine." She punched the com unit and disconnected. Their calls usually ended this way.

  After dealing with the Sentry Leader, she was in no mood to go back to bed. Brant was prone to exaggerate, but he might be right this time.

  If the thieves were coming to Hathor, it would be up to the Guardians to stop them.

  *****

  Mining Port City, Astarte – Morning

  "Jonathan! Come here, Jon!"

  Half asleep, Jonathan responded to his father's voice. "I'll b
e right there."

  Might as well get up and see what his father wanted--wait a minute. Jon slowly opened his eyes, surveying his surroundings. He was in his bed alone. Or was he? Out of the corner of his eye he made out a cloud of bright red hair and the curve of a feminine shoulder. What was her name again? Lina…no, it was Lela. That's right. Lela something or other.

  His father's voice had been so clear. Great. Now he was hearing things that weren't there. Jon burrowed deeper into his pillow. But what did he expect after only a couple of hours sleep? The party he'd hosted last night had gone on into the early hours of the morning.

  Easing his hand out from under the covers, he tapped on the surface of the bedside table. Might as well check out the news alerts. The wall in front of him glowed blue before it displayed the attractive face of a woman with short brown hair. Not wanting to wake his companion, he kept the sound low.

  Now they were showing the mining installation on the neighboring moon, Demeter. He hadn't been there in months. And when he'd gone it was only because his father, the mine CEO, had asked him to come. Jonathan had given in to his father's request. Unfortunately, he'd been unable to fake an interest in his father's work.

  Suddenly the bottom of the screen was flashing red, accompanied by scenes of wrecked equipment and caved in mineshafts. What the hell? He turned up the volume in time to hear the words: "blast," "accident," "killed." Mining officials were being interviewed. Jonathan jumped out of bed and ran into the main living area. Was his father supposed to be at the mine today?

  He picked up his tablet, his hand shaking. "Contact Brandon Keel on Demeter."

  A moment later the long, tired face of a man he didn't recognize filled the screen. He frowned like he'd just smelled something sour. "Demeter mining installation 12-100--CEO's office."

  "Where is he? Put him on."

  "Who is this?"

  "His son, Jonathan. Who are you?"

  Jon heard someone talking in the background. The man got up, and his father's second-in-command, Catherine Mantee sat down. "Jonathan, there's no need to worry."

  "Cat! Where's my father?" He noticed she was paler than usual, and her blue eyes were bloodshot.

  "We don't know yet. Brandon told me he was leaving on the shuttle for Hathor this morning." She sighed, absently rubbing her forehead. "We're trying to contact him now."

  "What caused the explosion?"

  "We're not sure. But it looks like it was a diversion to cover the theft. Look, we'll know more in a few hours," she answered in a shaky voice.

  "A theft? Then it wasn't an accident? I'll be there as soon as I can to help look for my father."

  "No, Jonathan! We're still picking up the pieces here."

  "But my father is missing." Jon ran his fingers through his hair, but couldn't keep a curl from falling back against his forehead. "You can't expect me just to wait here and do nothing."

  "You can't get here. Company and private shuttles are on lockdown. I've given the order. No one is coming or going right now."

  "I have to do something." He paced the floor, his feet slapping the stone tiles. "You have to find him."

  "Jonathan, I swear we will." More muffled voices in the background. Cat's frown deepened. "There was another cave in. I've got to go."

  "What about my father? Cat, what's going on?"

  The screen went blank.

  2 Deeper and Deeper

  In spite of his misgivings after his conversation with Cat, Jonathan went to his club that evening. With a little help from his father, he'd bought an old warehouse by the shuttle station and turned it into a popular venue.

  Naming it, "The Answer," he'd opened the club expecting it to be a success. And it was. There was nowhere else in the city where everyone could come together to dance, drink and do whatever they desired.

  Taking up his usual position in a private lounge overlooking the dance floor, he scanned the crowd. From the looks of things, it was going to be another busy night.

  On the level below, the floor was packed with bodies writhing to the thumping beat. Multicolored lights flashed, illuminating the darkened space at timed intervals. The occupancy was limited to 500, and he was sure they'd have to close the doors soon. It wasn't unusual for lines to form outside, which only added to the exclusivity.

  Behind him he heard the clink of glasses and laughter as a few of his regular guests relaxed on the plush couches. It was time to join them and try to be a good host.

  Damn it. Cat should've gotten back to him by now. What was taking her so long? Forcing a smile to his lips, he acknowledged one of his patrons as she waved to him from the dance floor.

  "I didn't think you'd be here tonight," a voice purred behind him.

  Jon spun around. He looked into the dark eyes of a woman wearing a black tank top and pants that looked like they'd been painted onto her shapely body.

  "Ilana. Where have you been?" Jon drew her into his arms, taking in her spicy perfume. Every time he saw her, her hair was a different color and length. Now it was black and cropped short, barely touching the bottom of her ears. His eyes were drawn to dangling crystal earrings hanging down to her bare, creamy shoulders.

  "I had business to take care of. Sorry I didn't tell you I was leaving last time," She raked her hands across his back. "I heard about the explosion at the mine. Is it true your father is missing?"

  "He left for Hathor before the blast. We haven't heard from him yet." He led her over to a couch at the rear of the lounge. "But I'm sure he'll contact us when he gets in."

  "Of course he will." Ilana whispered in his ear, her fingertips playing over the growing bulge in his pants. "You know, Jon. There's something I've always wondered. Why did you call your club, 'The Answer?'"

  Jon shuddered as she continued to tease him. "It's a private joke."

  "You won't tell me? There shouldn't be any secrets between us."

  "It's got nothing to do with us." Between her scent and what she was doing to him with her fingers, he was aching. But as he was about to reach over and do some teasing of his own, she abruptly pulled out of his grasp.

  "Is that how you're going to treat me? I was going to tell you something. Now I don't know if I should," she said, her voice trembling.

  "What is it?"

  "When I was coming back on the shuttle from Hathor a couple of days ago, I overheard a man and woman talking. They were saying things about the mine and they mentioned your father's name a lot." Her dark brown eyes filled with alarm. "I don't think they were business people, Jon. They sounded dangerous."

  "Did you get a look at them?"

  Ilana shook her head. "I only heard them talking."

  "We'll tell Cat to check this out. She'll want to question them."

  "Cat?" Ilana asked.

  "Catherine Mantee. She's Chief of Security at the mine."

  "Oh no, I can't." Ilana's eyes filled with tears. "Suppose they come after me?"

  Now he'd done it. Jonathan wrapped his arms around her, gently patting her shoulder. "It's okay. Don't worry. I'll tell Cat myself."

  "I'm so sorry, Jon. I wish I could be more helpful." She eased herself out of his embrace. "I have to go. Do you mind?"

  "What? You just got here."

  "I'll see you later. I promise." She got up and rushed towards the stairs.

  "Wait, Ilana!" He reached the stairway in time to see her disappear into the crowd below.

  Now what? Well, at least he had a lead on the thieves. Cat would have to follow it up. If she didn't, he'd handle it himself.

  *****

  Two days later Jonathan wasn't any closer to getting answers. Even offering payment for information had led him nowhere. And to make things worse, Cat had refused to believe Ilana's story.

  Disgusted and tired of the gossip from his friends about his father and the theft, he left the club early and headed home. Friends? Sure they were, as long as he paid for the entertainment.

  In the meantime, Ilana hadn't turned up again. Not that it was s
urprising. Appearing and disappearing unexpectedly was the norm for her. But as frustrating as it was, it always left him desperate to see her again.

  What was surprising was to find her huddled in his doorway when he got back to his apartment. As soon as she saw him, she launched herself into his arms.

  "Ilana! What's going on?"

  "They're after me! We have to get inside."

  He touched the fingerpad on his front door, identifying himself to the security system. As the door swung open, he cast a wary glance behind him before helping her inside.

  Under the brighter lights of the foyer, he took a good look at her. Dark smears of eye makeup streaked her face, making her skin look ashen. When he released her, he saw that her short silver jacket was ripped at the shoulder.

  "Ilana, what happened?" He guided her to one the couches in the living area. "Are you all right?"

  She nodded. "A man chased me when I was leaving the transport station. He grabbed me, but I was able to get free. I ran all the way here."

  "We'll have to contact mine security."

  "No, Jon! I--I think I know who it was. The other night after I went back to my place, I had a message. A woman told me to leave Astarte as soon as possible."

  "Why didn't you call me?"

  Ilana managed to stop sobbing long enough to answer him. "I don't know. But I recognized the voice, Jon. It was the woman from the shuttle. They know I overheard them."

  "But how could they?" Jon asked.

  "I don't know how!" Ilana leapt up and paced the room. "Maybe it's because you've been asking around. They must be getting nervous. Jon, I've got to leave this planet."

  "We need to report this." He stood and put his arms around her. "Mine security can protect you."

  "For all you know, those people killed your father. I'm leaving as soon as I can. I need shuttle passes and security clearance to get to Hathor. Can you help me?"