Battle for the Amazon (Free Trader Series Book 4) Read online

  Aadi nodded slowly, agreeing completely with the leader of the Amazonians. The Rabbits started hopping excitedly from foot to foot. A war where they were saving the lives of the enemy was one the Rabbits could get behind. Even the Wolfoids agreed with Zalastar.

  G-War appeared to be watching attentively, but was thinking about the last time he’d seen a lady cat. There don’t appear to be any in the south, and that is the real tragedy, is it not, he thought to himself.

  The Hawkoids agreed with Zalastar as well. They wanted the war to end quickly so they could get back to their nest and start expanding their family.

  The humans were relieved as well. They didn’t have enough people or supplies for a war against half the creatures living in the rainforest.

  Braden walked back to the middle of the group, thanking Aadi and Zalastar for their wisdom before trying to articulate the goal of the war and maybe a way to achieve it.

  “The goal is to preserve as much life as possible while finding and destroying the Overlords. I suggest the following. First, we secure the people by moving them to a location where they can be protected, like to Villages McCullough and Dwyer. Second, we use all the resources available to us to find the Overlords. Third, we take a small, select team into the rainforest to destroy them. Part of that is we’ll need our own Overlord to help us gain passage through areas held by the enemy,” he said. Many didn’t understand, but Aadi did, instantly taken back to the spaceship and Pik Ha’ar. They needed him, but he was dead.

  The Androids cloned people. The Artificial Intelligence at New Sanctuary known as Holly directed the Androids.

  Micah was one step ahead of Braden and was already talking with Holly via her neural implant. Holly considered the date of his death and the manner of his burial. The fact that he was put in moist ground was to their benefit, or so Holly thought. He contacted the Androids on the ship and in less time than it took to blink, had redirected a work party to collect the material necessary and start the process of cloning their Lizard Man friend.

  Braden watched as Micah’s eyes refocused. “Holly has already started the process. We won’t know if they’re going to be successful for a few days. If not, we’ll have to think of something else,” she said conversationally.

  “Successful at what?” Ditarod, Greentree’s Elder, asked.

  They hadn’t shared with the humans that the spaceship, or even New Sanctuary, even existed, although the strange conversations that Braden and Micah had with the invisible Holly were making them wonder. If Braden wanted their complete buy-in to a war, he had to tell them the truth.

  “I’m sorry, but it’s time for you to know.” He shuffled his feet, seeking the words that would help them understand without making them angry. Only the truth mattered. “We didn’t want anyone trying to find the Old Tech, take it and set the world on a new path of destruction. I know, it was selfish, but if people saw what it could do, they’d be afraid and envious. The wrong people would try to get it and we’d be at war with ourselves once again. That’s not what we want. No one can know that New Sanctuary exists and that it is thriving with ancients and Old Tech. The people aren’t ready.”

  Braden looked for confirmation from the humans that they understood. Dantan, the youngest of the Elders, spoke.

  “I understand, and I take no offense. Most people aren’t like you, selfless, with your companions to help keep you that way. We can barely be trusted with this revelation, but we know what it would do if others became aware. No creature will hear from me anything you say. I challenge the other human members of the Council to do the same!” He looked deliberately from face to face, waiting for a nod before moving on to the next.

  Once he was satisfied that the others agreed, he sat down and motioned for Braden to continue.

  “Thank you, Dantan. It started in the north after a short conversation with the Golden Warrior.” Braden tipped his head in the direction of the tree where G-War looked asleep. Braden resisted giving the finger as most eyes were on him and not the ‘cat. He smiled and looked at the eager faces waiting for the rest of the story. “It seems the ‘cats knew there was Old Tech down here. All we had to do was cross the Great Desert, something no one had ever done before. You know what we found there, besides our Tortoid friend, of course? An Old Tech oasis!” Braden felt his story flow as the others leaned forward, giving him their full attention.

  An Old Evil Returns

  Once the story was told and everyone understood the critical information that Holly provided, the Council agreed on the strategic goals of the war and their roles. The humans solemnly departed, going their separate ways to prepare their villages for the road ahead. They had to discuss a war already underway with their people and help them understand. They had to move the people from a state of fear to one of support, while preparing them to flee to a place of safety.

  It was asking much, but they’d learned what it was to trust again since Braden and Micah’s arrival. The surprising strangers who gave of themselves so others could live free, live better. Everything they had was because of the two humans traveling with an ever-growing odd group of intelligent creatures. Once the wheels started turning, the move went quickly.

  Brandt sent members of his herd to each of the villages pulling carts, wagons, and contraptions that dragged behind, anything to help the villagers move. From Coldstream to Greentree to Village McCullough, the wave of people, livestock, and things flowed. Half the people were to stay at McCullough and the other half would go all the way to Dwyer.

  Braden, Micah, and their children moved with the others, their home in Greentree left behind. The King of the Aurochs pulled the wagon while their horses trotted along behind. They traveled comfortably with their companions riding. Sometimes, the Wolfoids would run for long stretches, keeping pace with the Aurochs. Along with G-War, Bounder and Brandt became fast friends. Three of the most dangerous creatures on all Planet Vii had banded together to help humanity.

  With the twins, Axial and De’atesh, in their arms, Braden and Micah watched the group. G-War rode on Brandt’s head as usual, while Bounder and Gray Strider loped along on each side of the great creature, well clear of his massive horns. The Aurochs’ hair was growing in, leaving his numerous scars as faint memories on the landscape of his life. From the Bat-Ravens to Lizard Men spears. Brandt had been attacked on too many occasions. He shrugged it off, never showing that it bothered him.

  Bronwyn would know if it did as she could see more deeply into his mind than they could, and she hadn’t said anything. They shrugged it off.

  “Look at this,” Braden started, waving his arm from one side to the other, taking in the expanse of the Plains of Propiscius before them. “Did you ever think we’d be here, doing this?”

  “I know you don’t mean riding in a wagon, although before I met you, I never knew such things existed,” Micah answered while she caught the back of Ax’s shirt to keep him from falling over the edge of the buckboard. “No. How could we? Your goal was always to establish trade. Negotiate, agree, deliver!” she recited the Three Laws of Trade.

  “In my home village of Trent, we learned to count on ourselves, no one else. We did without because we couldn’t trade. You’ve shown us all how backwards that is. Trading makes us all stronger, better. But there’s always something in the way, isn’t there? First, the villagers themselves were afraid, then it was the distance between the villages, then the Overlords sent their minions. Each time, we’ve found a way to get past the obstacle. This is just another obstacle, but it’ll take all of us and then some, won’t it?” Micah ended with a question, but she knew the answer.

  They’d moved far ahead of the walking villagers so they could set up a camp, maybe kill a deer or two, and be ready for when the tired people arrived. Ditarod walked with the villagers. As the village Elder, he wanted to make sure all his people arrived. They followed the now well-worn tracks of the trade route between the villages and could make it without having to be shown the way.


  Braden smiled as he looked at the ground before and behind him. The well-worn track showed that trade was becoming commonplace. More than two cycles ago, the road hadn’t existed. It was a constant reminder of how far they’d come, a literal reminder of the distance traveled. He wanted to make a sign where they camped showing it was one day’s walk to Greentree or McCullough. It would be nice for people to know.

  Bronwyn’s scream shocked him from his reverie. Micah jumped over the buckboard to join the little girl in the bed of the wagon where the Rabbits huddled, looking with concern at their new best friend.

  “What is it, Bronwyn? What do you hear?” Micah spoke loudly as she held the girl firmly by her shoulders.

  “The Bat-Ravens! They’ve returned,” she gasped through waves of pain splashing through her mind. Braden pushed the twins into the back to help Bronwyn. The Rabbits looked confused. Aadi let go of the rope he held in his beak-like mouth. He floated to a position above the horses, Max and Speckles, and looked skyward.

  He didn’t see anything there. ‘Skirill, Zyena, can you see them?’ Braden asked the Hawkoids perched in a tree far ahead. He watched as they took to the sky and circled around the wagon, gaining altitude with each pass.

  ‘We see nothing, not clouds of Bat-Ravens, not even single birds. Where are they, Bronwyn? Where are they hiding?’ The last question terrified Braden. The Bat-Ravens had never hidden themselves before and that was the only reason the companions survived any of their encounters. Without the ability to blast hundreds from the sky at one time, the blaster-armed humans lost their edge. There had never been a doubt about the intelligence of the Bat-Ravens, but this was an improvement orders-of-magnitude greater than what they demonstrated before.

  “They hide at the edge of the rainforest. They’re waiting, and their thoughts are black, horrible visions of shredding our flesh,” Bronwyn sobbed.

  “The Overlords have a new ally,” Micah whispered.

  ‘The trees, Skirill, be careful. They aren’t aware that we know about their trap,’ Braden said in his thought voice. Brandt started moving again, the wagon creaking as it lurched forward. G-War was crouched on the King’s head, facing the rainforest’s edge, ready to slash should one of the mutant birds come too close.

  The Wolfoids were lost until G-War shared images of the Bat-Ravens and memories of their battles with them. Bounder and Gray Strider fell back so they could better see the scars on the King of the Aurochs’ sides. They had wondered about the innumerable thin streaks across his back. Now they knew as they saw the images for themselves. Braden, Micah, G-War, and the horses all had scars from their battles with the mutant birds. The Wolfoids hefted their spears. They’d call the lightning down on the Bat-Ravens if they came too close to their new friends. Bounder and Gray Strider ran together, putting themselves between Brandt and the rainforest.

  The Rabbits checked their laser pistols, finding them charged and ready. Micah helped roll up the cover over the wagon but only part way. She wanted the Rabbits to have a clear line of sight to shoot, but not give the Bat-Ravens easy access to the children.

  Braden and Micah hefted their blasters, preparing to battle their greatest enemy. Skirill soared high above, sending the companions mental images of the trees where the Bat-Ravens perched. He watched with his Hawkoid eyes focused on where the evil creatures hid. He counted less than one hundred of them, tensing as his loathing bubbled within him. Zyena was overwhelmed by his feelings and started to screech as a Hawkoid does when arrowing in for the kill.

  The Bat-Ravens sensed something was wrong, and they grew agitated, hopping on their branches. A couple even took flight, circling through the trees and vines of the rainforest to shortly return.

  ‘Calm, Zyena, calm,’ Braden urged over their mindlink as the companions carefully moved into position to ambush the ambushers. Brandt pulled the wagon off the road and casually, deliberately closer to the rainforest. Braden and Micah climbed from the wagon and walked alongside the Aurochs, close enough to protect him, far enough to shoot without hitting him.

  In his thought voice, Braden ran through their impromptu plan one last time. Without another word, everyone who could turned as one and fired into the rainforest, creating an avalanche of flaming branches.

  Bronwyn started to sob again as the birds’ death screams rang in her head. Zyena and Skirill dove for the rainforest, staying out of the raging flames, laser beams, and lightning bolts.

  A Bat-Raven appeared in the open and Zyena attacked it with a vengeance, repulsed at its appearance which fueled her furor. The Bat-Raven was dead in an instant as she caught it in her talons and twisted, ripping it in half. She dropped it and looked for her next prey.

  Skirill dove into the trees as the survivors fled into the rainforest. He chased them, but they were quicker. He picked a spot where the canopy was open to the sky, giving up his chase and leaving the rainforest before they trapped him where he couldn’t maneuver.

  “Bronwyn! Find in their minds where the Overlords are. Find the Overlords!” Braden shouted, not knowing if the little girl heard him or could get the information he begged for.

  The Rabbits unleashed bolts from their lasers into the rainforest, but their beams were narrow and as the humans had learned, the Rabbits weren’t very good shots since they never practiced shooting, generally abhorring violence. They would defend themselves and that was the only role Braden could ask of them. Everyone had their fundamental nature. Rooting them out of that would scar their very souls.

  Braden and Micah kept continuous lines of flame streaking from their blasters toward the area they’d last seen the Bat-Ravens. Lightning bolts sparked from the Wolfoid spears at regular intervals. Aadi sent a thunderclap into the trees, but he was a long way from the action. He stayed close to the horses, just in case any of the hellspawn returned. If nothing else, he could use his shell to protect their exposed backs.

  But nothing emerged from the Amazon. Skirill circled high overhead while Zyena danced at the edges. G-War sat calmly on the King’s head, despite the Aurochs swinging his horns back and forth, taunting the mutant birds.

  Braden called for everyone to stop firing. He checked on Bronwyn and the children while Micah watched the rainforest. The young girl was starting to relax. The twins both cried because they had heard the Bat-Ravens, too, and they were afraid, even though the threat was gone.

  G-War leapt from Brandt’s head and with the Wolfoids, raced into the trees to look for any survivors, thinking they would tear them apart. Skirill and Zyena flew in the area between the wagon and the rainforest, keeping a close watch, to give early warning should the evil return.

  “Bronwyn, did you see anything?” Braden asked, keeping his voice quiet and calm. The young girl nodded as she rubbed her eyes.

  “They are such horrible creatures! I can’t believe anything like them exists,” her small voice cried even as she powered through the pain in her head and in her heart. The twins snuggled under Braden’s arms and quickly stopped crying. They snuffled and wiped their little noses on their sleeves. The Rabbits moved in close to put furry paws on the children. The twins let go of their father and buried their heads deep in the belly fur of the oversized Rabbits. Bronwyn embraced Patrice and Delavigne. Their pink noses twitched rapidly as they helped her out of the dark hole of the Bat-Ravens.

  “We’ll use what you saw, Bronwyn, to find the Overlords, the masters of the evil ones, and we’ll stop them from hurting you ever again.” Braden looked to the four Rabbits, who nodded in return. The children were in good paws.

  McCullough

  Village McCullough had always been hard-pressed for food, but with the Amazonian War at a critical stage, they had even less time to hunt and work their fields. At least they were loaded with mushrooms, but the trading with the Amazonians was irregular at best. They could only plan future meetings when Bronwyn was around to talk with Zalastar or Akhmiyar.

  They were afraid to go into the Amazon to their normal trading point, especially s
ince the attack on Braden, Micah, and their companions. If that group wasn’t safe, then average villagers stood no chance, even though they were armed with swords and bows.

  When the tired villagers arrived, Mel-Ash, McCullough’s Elder, met them on the road. She warmly greeted the large group and directed them to an area that had been prepared north of the village, with a stream running nearby and a pit useful for a toilet.

  Braden and Micah unhooked Brandt from his harness, and he led the Earthshaker Herd farther north where they could graze the Plains of Propiscius. It was near there that Braden and Micah had first approached Village McCullough. Even traveling with intelligent animals, they were quickly welcomed since they had purged the evil that had befallen the village in the form of its tyrant bloodline.

  The new Village McCullough under the sage leadership of Elder Mel-Ash prospered because of trade, sound leadership, and the addition of many people. The village was larger than it had ever been. They produced more protective material than ever, but less food, because they traded for what they needed. Their Market Square was a place where people conducted the business of trade, something they had never contemplated a mere two cycles before.

  As a favor to Braden and as leaders in building a new world in the south, the villagers of McCullough, both new and old, welcomed the refugees from Coldstream and Greentree.

  The stalls in Market Square became temporary shelters for families. Open spaces were filled with people and the belongings of those designated to remain in McCullough. The rest would continue to Village Dwyer.

  Mel-Ash wasn’t shy about telling the newcomers what needed to be done. She arranged work parties for the fields, for scavenging edibles from the nearby rainforest, for hunting. Braden and Micah would have liked to see the refugees rest before starting to work, but the village needed the food if they were to survive.