Of Ice and Men : Book of JonJon
A Prosperous Universe Story by Copious
JonJon was cold. He couldnât remember the last time heâd been this cold. He sat up, looking around the sterile steel room he found himself in. The only softness in the room was his mattress and blanket, set up on an aluminum gurney over polished steel floors.
He tried to think. What was the last thing he remembered? Elon had drugged him in the skimmer. Was this an interrogation room? JonJon didnât think so. For starters, he wasnât restrained. He hopped up and strode across the room to the door, and found it unlocked. Man was this floor cold on his bare feet!
âExcuse me, anyone around here got some shoes?â JonJon hollered from the now open door. He looked up and down the hallway as a couple doors opened and surgical masked faces popped out to see what the commotion was. A short woman in scrubs and no mask came trotting through a set of double doors some way down the hall, carrying a stack that looked to be JonJonâs clothes and boots.
âHello JonJon. Itâs good to see you finally awake! Here are all the personal items you had on you when you were admitted. Once you are dressed I can lead you to the food court.â Her lilting voice and accent had JonJon nodding and grinning sheepishly as he accepted his clothes. Her skin was like ivory, as if she had never seen a day in the sun in her life. She was a Pruner, comm chip obvious against her pale skin.
JonJon quickly dressed and headed out the door to follow the woman down the hall. After a few hallways and stairwells he guessed they were underground. He hadnât yet seen a window by the time they reached the food court. JonJon settled in for a large plate of what passed for hamburgers down here. As an earther, he was hard to fool with these meat tissue patties. Still, it was better than no meat, that was for sure.
The woman started explaining things to him as he ate, picking at her own plate of fruits and nuts as she did so. âYouâve been brought to Frost from Elon so you could receive the best care the boss could provide. The stuff that Elon gave you was rather potent and the boss didnât want to risk you receiving care during the transition of control over at Elon. Apparently things have gotten quite interesting over there since you blew the cover off Elonâs pirating operation.â
JonJon chewed as she continued. âAnyways, thatâs all I know from the boss. He wants to see you once youâre fed. Iâll take you there when youâve finished.â JonJon mulled that over as he finished up his protein paste provisions with an enthusiasm he normally saved for the real thing. Evidently he was hungry.
âHow long have I been out?â
âAlmost 3 days. Apparently Elon got the dosage wrong on that sedative. It nearly killed you.â JonJon grunted in acknowledgement as they got up to leave. âHe didnât strike me as much of a doctor. Not surprising.â
As they made their way to the bossâs office, JonJon saw a lot of comm chips. This was definitely a secure facility. He hoped he wasnât going to be in for a long stay. They reached the bossâs office and the woman he was with opened the door for him after a quick knock.
âJonJon my man! Good to see you on your feet!â, the boss said, rising to his own feet to greet JonJon at the door as he stepped inside the office. âWas Bri kind enough to make sure you were fed before she brought you to see me?â This last he said winking to Bri as she closed the door behind them both.
âI wouldnât say the burgers are as good as at home, but after three days, I guess everything tastes good. Even Pruner Paste.â
The boss busted up laughing. âThatâs why I like you JonJon. You bring something to the table I could never get from a Pruner agent. Authentic Earther swagger.â
âThanks boss.â JonJon said as he sat down across the desk from his employer.
âListen JonJon. I know you just got out of the infirmary, but Iâve got one last emergency for you before a well earned vacation to Verdant. Another hacker has popped up and started making trouble for our automated systems. This time they arenât stealing anything, they are just wiping the assets clean and leaving them adrift. So far weâve lost several shipments of Hydrogen and Carbon on long haul routes to Moria. The markets there are a mess, and the chaos is spreading.â
JonJon digested all this as he sat there, considering just how big of a bonus heâd be able to ask for after all this. âIâm assuming you have a name for me or we wouldnât be talking now?â
The boss blinked, then quickly recovered and smiled broadly. âJonJon, I am not often surprised, but you are an excellent example of the old Earth phrase. Never judge a book by its cover. You are of course correct, we have a suspect in mind. Heâs an old college buddy of Elonâs from Earth. His name is Wyatt Pearl, but weâve taken to calling him Wyper on account of his methods. Heâs the CEO of Ferrum.â
The boss looked like he would have gone on but just then the lights dimmed and a blaring alarm started chiming in the distance. The boss cocked his head to the side, listening to his comm chip. He looked at JonJon and calmly spoke as he rose from his chair. âSeveral ships have just dropped out of hyperspace sun side, within the range of effect of the deceleration shockwave. We have about 15 minutes until it hits our mirror networks.â
Frost, because of its orbital lock to the local star, made a perfect planet for mass application of mirror enhanced incinerators. Great fields of mirrors, never needing to move and always being lit 24 hours a day, covered the sun side of the planet. They fueled massive incinerators that made Frost one of the leading producers of Carbon in Prosperous Space. The ships that had jumped in knew exactly what they were doing. Those mirrors would be annihilated by the shockwave. They were about to wipe trillions of dollars off the face of this planet.
âTheyâre insane!â JonJon exclaimed as he shot out of his seat. âWhich side of the planet are we on?â
âThe night side, thankfully, but we need to hurry. The attacking ships will need time to recharge their drives. We have some Ev1lCorp Attack Freighters ready to go in our hangar bays here on the night side. They wonât be able to outrun you with their STL drives and there wonât be enough time for them to jump away before you get there. I need you to disable them and board the ships so we can question the crew. I want to know who to send the bill for my mirrors, JonJon. Iâm quite a vain man.â
The boss smirked as they jogged out into the hangar bay and the sight of three sleek attack ships, missile pods and railguns glistening in the cold air. A crew of Pruners awaited them, comm chips glowing as they stood at attention. They all wore the lightweight military exosuits favored by the zero g specialist Pruners.
âI wonât let you down boss.â JonJon said as he jogged into the lead ship and strapped in for takeoff. Minutes later he was sweating and grunting as they executed a high g acceleration maneuver to cut off the escaping ships. Thankfully Ev1lCorp had spared no expense on these attack freighters and he was sitting in one of the advanced g seats that kept the forces from squishing him into so much protein paste.
It was obvious that the attacking ships had no such seats, and their drives were undersized. The attack freighters were gaining fast. Actually, if JonJon had to guess, heâd say theyâd come in knowing they would be caughtâŚâŚâŚ.
âAbort the attack immediately! Do not fire! I repeat, do not fire and peel off!â
Since his suit helmet was tied directly to the pilot of his ships comms, the ship JonJon was in had just enough time to correct course before the enemy detonated the fleeing ships, simultaneously forcing all their drives to go critical and take whatever fuel had been in the tanks with them. The other two attacking ships werenât so lucky, having received the warning relayed from their wingman a fraction of a second too late to escape the resulting explosion. As it was, JonJon heard the sound of debris pinging off the hull.
JonJon asked the pilot for a report. âWeâve got some minor shrapnel damage to the hull but nothing thatâs leaking. The other two ships werenât so lucky, they look to be a total loss, sir. How did you know?â
âCall it intuition. Scan the area, long range ping. Look for any ships sitting out towards the Oort cloud.â
Sure enough, the pilot reported back that there was a ship out at the edge of the system. Theyâd jumped out as soon as the sensors had picked them up, but not before sending a tight band transmission to the ship JonJon was in. The pilot relayed that transmission to JonJonâs private in helmet comm channel and JonJon told him to send it to the boss as well.
It was a simple message. Only four words in fact. JonJon and the boss sat in stunned silence as they listened to it together later that evening, in the same office theyâd been sitting in when the attack had begun.
âWyper sends his regards.â