Rebel Moon Part Two - The Scargiver: The Official Novelization E-Book

V. Castro

• Herausgeber: Titan Books
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Seitenzahl: 239

Beschreibung

Embark on an interstellar adventure like no other in V. Castro's thrilling official novelization of Part Two of Zack Snyder's epic new universe. From the mind of Zack Snyder, the filmmaker behind 300, Man of Steel, and Army of the Dead, comes REBEL MOON, an epic science-fantasy event decades in the making. Get ready to return to Veldt with the sequel to Rebel Moon Part One – A Child of Fire. Rebel Moon Part Two — The Scargiver continues the epic saga of Kora and the surviving warriors as they prepare to sacrifice everything, fighting alongside the brave people of Veldt, to defend a once peaceful village, a newfound homeland for those who have lost their own in the fight against the Motherworld. On the eve of their battle, the warriors must face the truths of their own pasts, each revealing why they fight. As the full force of the Realm bears down on the burgeoning rebellion, unbreakable bonds are forged, heroes emerge, and legends are made. Novelized by V. Castro, two-time Bram Stoker Award®-nominated author. Experience Rebel Moon on the page in this pulse-pounding novelization.

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Rebel Moon Part Two – The Scargiver: The Official NovelizationPrint edition ISBN: 9781803367330E-book edition ISBN: 9781803367347

Published by Titan BooksA division of Titan Publishing Group Ltd144 Southwark Street, London SE1 0UPwww.titanbooks.com

First edition: June 202410 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead (except for satirical purposes), is entirely coincidental.

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1

NOBLE’S EYES WERE WILD WITH DELIRIOUS FURY. THE MEDICAL TECH’S GAZE darted towards Noble and back to the hologram readout. “Look at his vitals, I don’t dare up the dosage.”

“Do it!” said Dr Mons.

With hesitant steps, the assistant walked to the bio mainframe and pulled a lever attached to a unit containing different fluids. Through a clear tube, a viscous pale-yellow concoction of sedatives traveled from the mainframe into Noble’s body. The room of techs watched on silent tenterhooks.

Noble’s entire body fell limp in an instant as the sedation hit his system. The hologram displaying his vitals showed his brain activity and heart returning to stable levels. The new assistant closed his eyes and exhaled. The rest of the techs went back to their previous tasks. Dr Mons turned his attention to the assistant. “Now that he is stable, we must continue to phase two.”

A chrysalis of thin fibrous strings began to web across Noble’s body. Every inch became covered in the membrane. The main doors to the medical bay opened. Cassius entered, his eyes immediately gravitating towards Noble. He watched in his usual stoic manner as his superior was being attended to. He moved to Dr Mons’s side. “He’s alive.”

Dr Mons nodded his head. “He is… just.” Cassius and the doctor watched Noble disappear beneath the slimy, tight casing.

“Have all the files pertaining to these procedures been sent to the Motherworld?” asked Cassius.

Dr Mons turned to face him. “Once we brought him back… we received a communique from the Motherworld with a list of bio-enhancements…” He walked towards the bio mainframe with multiple monitors. Cassius followed him and noticed the techs trying not to glance at Cassius, who would be in charge if any of this went wrong.

Dr Mons pointed to one of the screens. “I thought it was a mistake. We were lucky he was alive at all. No way he could survive the trauma associated with changing his biology on a molecular level. I protested and was told… ‘If he dies, he dies.’ I don’t know who he angered at home, but this order came from the highest levels.”

Cassius’s eyes darted from scanning the document from the Motherworld back to the doctor. “Yet, he survived.” He then glanced back at Noble. He wondered if he had sided with the wrong admiral. Was his loyalty misplaced with the wrong man? One thing he did know: if Noble wronged or challenged Balisarius, they would both be considered expendable. Perhaps another plan, in place for himself, would have to be conceived.

“Yes… he did. I don’t know whose bad side he is on, but this order came from the highest levels. It is not for me to question,” said Dr Mons.

“Call me when he is ready.”

The doctor nodded and Cassius returned to commanding the ship.

* * *

Cassius walked closer to Noble just as his eyes began to flutter. He smacked his lips. The casing around his face and neck had already been removed. He winced as he swallowed hard. His eyes opened to narrow slits before squinting at Cassius. He opened his mouth to speak but no words emerged. Cassius turned to Dr Mons, who nodded. Cassius leaned his ear closer to Noble’s lips.

“…Cassius. Cassius, where am I?” he whispered in a hoarse voice.

Cassius moved away from Noble. “You’re aboard your ship, sir, The King’s Gaze. We have been holding in orbit around Gondival hoping for your recovery, sir. And thank God our prayers have been answered.”

Noble stared at Cassius. “If I had died, the ship would have been yours, Cassius.”

Cassius did not respond or show the slightest emotion. It might have been his, but there would have been a lot to answer for to the Motherworld. “Sir… I’m just happy you’re alive and we eagerly await your return to command.”

Noble’s eyes searched the room before meeting Cassius’s gaze again. “Is that so… Well then Cassius, listen to me… Veldt. She’s on Veldt,” he said in a whisper through clenched teeth.

Cassius’s brow furrowed. He had an inkling, but had learned long ago to let Noble lead. Sometimes it was better to act like you knew nothing to get precisely the information you wanted. “Who is?”

Noble attempted to lift his head and his eyes narrowed again, this time with an angry glare. “The Scargiver. The hated other. She’s on Veldt. Set a course for Veldt.”

“What about Devra Bloodaxe? The mission is not complete. I know we will be asked about the rebels and we need a satisfactory answer.”

“Secondary. They are weak on their own. She won’t stand a chance now. And when I have Arthelais in my grasp… No one will care she hasn’t been captured yet.”

Noble shook his head and blinked before he fell back on the platform. He stared at the ceiling without saying another word.

Cassius gave him a salute. “Yes, Admiral. It will be done.”

He turned to the doctor and gave him a short nod, then walked back to the main deck to set their course and ensure their plan on Veldt was still in place. Before beginning his transmission to Veldt, while straightening his uniform, an officer paused the comms to start the hologram. “Do you think it’s wise to tell them we are still on course?”

Cassius pushed the officer’s hand away from the hologram pad, and made a point to keep eye contact. “We need the girl, and we need the harvest. Both await us on Veldt. No matter what fight they offer, both will be taken.”

The officer saluted Cassius and left. Cassius paused in front of the hologram. For the first time, he felt his loyalty to Noble waver. He knew exactly who Noble was and what motivated him. It had taken years for him to know how to handle that man. But if Noble went down, then so would Cassius. He could see this had become personal. That was usually when matters became reckless and messy. He had seen many in the Imperium rise then fall because they became too willing to think they were above their station by taking liberties.

Balisarius made Noble seem like a wet nurse. Noble was not someone he was willing to die for. And these rebels made him pause. He’d watched them fight against great odds on Gondival. Two separate groups of rebels joined for one cause, to attempt to stand against the Imperium. The plan was meant to be perfect, yet Noble found himself defeated, and only one Bloodaxe was dead. They had proved they were willing to die for a united cause, and each other. This bond was greater than the Imperium, and that was dangerous.

2

KORA AND THE BAND OF WEARY BUT UNSCATHED WARRIORS MADE THE EASY journey from the lush forested mountains and into the tucked-away valley towards the village. Kora and Gunnar glanced at each other when they reached the edge of the dirt road leading into the outskirts of the village. They expected it to be bustling in activity, but it was the opposite. The village was quiet, seemingly desolate. No one worked in the fields or outside. All the uraki had to be in the stables because they too were absent. Kora turned to Gunnar with one hand on her hip, close to her weapon. Her body and face straightened with tension upon this odd sight. She shifted from calm and relief from making it back in one piece after fighting Noble to high alert. In a way, she was more comfortable in this tense state. “No one is in the fields.”

Gunnar shook his head and scanned the village, paying attention to every detail. “Look. Smoke from the longhouse. The hearths are lit. Let’s find out what’s going on.”

Gunnar and Kora picked up their pace towards the stone bridge as they approached the longhouse, hoping to find out where everyone was. As they got closer, Den and Hagen stood next to the village bell. Den had his eyes only on Kora, giving her a welcoming smile while Hagen waved them over. Gunnar glanced over to Kora, who seemed to relax upon seeing familiar faces. Hagen had a wide grin as he studied the warriors individually. They stopped at the posts to dismount and tie up the uraki.

“We watched your descent down the eastern slope. I am Hagen.” His eyes softened as he said this and looked at Kora with genuine joy. Hagen approached the warriors with Den next to him. “This is Den. We welcome you to our humble village. You must be tired and hungry.”

Titus held up his flask. “And thirsty.”

Hagen nodded and clapped his hands together. “We have prepared food and drink for you in the longhouse.” Gunnar slapped Hagen on the shoulder with a large smile then turned to the warriors. “Come on, you’ll see what great hosts my people can be.”

Hagen, Gunnar, and Den turned to walk into the longhouse. The rest of the warriors followed, with Kora staying behind the crowd. “Kora!” a voice shouted.

Kora saw Sam and smiled. She appeared well. The young woman waved to her then turned to run in the direction of the granary. Kora’s gaze moved to the towering mountains. It was nice to feel rooted to the ground again in a place of such beauty. She inhaled deeply before turning to join the rest in the longhouse.

* * *

Sam ran into the granary, out of breath and rosy cheeked. “They’ve come back!” She stood in front of him, smiling and buzzing with excitement.

Aris rose from the barrel he sat on, fixing and cleaning weapons. This news made him equally excited. “How do they look?”

“Strong. I guess how warriors should look. I knew Kora would make it back. We have real fighters joining us.”

Aris’s initial excitement died down when he thought about the practical. “How many of them?”

“Six… with Kora and Gunnar.”

He shook his head, appearing crushed by the number, and looked around the granary that still stored Imperium equipment. “Six? Then it won’t matter how strong they look.”

Sam’s face dropped. “Oh.”

Aris walked towards Sam and reached for both her hands when a series of loud beeps rang out. It was his superiors reaching out via the comms link. His eyes darted around frantically. “Hide! You can’t be seen.”

Sam nodded and ducked behind stacked crates. Satisfied she was out of sight, he rushed to the hologram. Before answering, he ran his fingers through his hair and made sure his uniform appeared tidy. He swiped the plate to receive the transmission. A familiar face appeared. “Commander Cassius,” said Aris as he saluted.

“Soldier. All is as it should be, I trust?”

“Yes, sir. All is on target.”

Cassius never surprised Aris with how difficult he was to read. The man was a master at never betraying his thoughts or emotions. He stared at Aris with a short pause. “Nothing out of the ordinary?”

Aris matched his stoic expression. “No, sir.”

“Very well. Ensure the harvest is brought in as planned and ready for our arrival in five days’ time.” Cassius ended the transmission abruptly after saying this.

Aris stared at the space which Cassius just inhabited then slowly turned towards Sam’s hiding space. “You can come out now.”

Sam rose to her feet with caution. Her face no longer showed disappointment. There was worry mixed with terror at the memory of the violence they had experienced at the hands of the soldiers. Her voice warbled. “Five days?”

Aris nodded, looking just as somber. “We need to go to the longhouse now.”

* * *

The longhouse was empty when the group of warriors entered. Only a single hearth had been lit, but there were loaves of bread, hard cheeses, dried fruit, fresh vegetables, and meat. Apples in a basket sat next to jugs of water and ale. Tarak turned to Titus after not seeing the villagers. “Not much of a first impression… or welcome,” he said in a low voice.

Hagen cleared his throat and clasped his hands in front the warriors. “Our villagers have prepared a bounty of food and drink to demonstrate their fealty and gratitude at your arrival.”

Kora looked around the longhouse in confusion. “But where are they? Are they hiding?”

Hagen shook his head. “Not hiding themselves… To show their deference they hide their shame.”

“Shame? Of what?” said Kora.

Den looked at Kora then back to the warriors. “How would you feel, the lot of you, if you could not stand for yourselves to protect your own home? If you had to ask others to lay down their lives for you? This has never happened in our history.”

“Give them time. It’s a difficult thing these people have done. To swallow their pride enough to even ask for help. That is bravery itself,” said Milius, who then turned to Hagen. “They should see there is no shame in our being here.”

Kora smiled at Milius then glanced back to Den and Hagen. “And as it happens, nobody need lay down their lives. A defense is no longer needed. Admiral Noble is dead. We killed him.”

“You killed him, Kora,” said Gunnar with eyes shining brightly as he looked at her.

Hagen appeared shocked upon hearing this news. He exchanged an excited look with Den. Both men beamed with large smiles. “You do not believe they will return?” asked Hagen.

“I don’t. It’s Imperial protocol, in the event of an admiral’s death, to return to the Motherworld at once,” said Kora, matching Hagen’s joy. The room lightened as she delivered this news. Hagen stepped closer to her. “Then I owe you an even deeper debt than I…”

“You’re wrong.” Everyone turned towards the voice coming from the entrance of the longhouse. It was Aris with Sam by his side. He continued, “I’ve just heard word they will be here in five days.”

Den’s head snapped towards Kora. “I thought you said you’d killed Admiral Noble.”

Kora’s eyes searched the floor as she thought back to those final moments looking at his crushed body. The blood surrounding him like a red aura of death. “I did kill him. His body was smashed on the rocks. He is dead. It’s against protocol to come without an admiral to command the ship.”

Titus took a step forward. “We all saw him, but believe me when I say death is not always a deterrent for the designs of the Motherworld. They must be in more need of this grain than we could have known.” He turned to Hagen. “Call your villagers.”

Hagen gave him a nod before rushing out the door. Moments later, the loud clear tone of the bell rang through the village for all to hear. The group of warriors followed Kora walking out of the longhouse to join Hagen. The villagers began to emerge from their houses, knowing the bell was not a sound to ignore. They glanced at Hagen, then kept their eyes on the foreign warriors while keeping a respectful distance. When everyone seemed to be gathered, he addressed the crowd like the natural leader he was, standing tall with confidence. His deep voice boomed and carried.

“Dark days lie ahead of us all. When the time comes we may all have to stand together. In battle, as brothers, where no one life is more valuable than the other. To succeed, there must be trust between us. But trust is a river that must flow both ways. In time we will show you how to fight. First, we must see your strength and the way of the land. If we do not act quickly, the destruction of your village is all but assured.” He paused to scan the crowd’s reaction then turned to Hagen. “How long does it take to bring in your crop?”

“Half a cycle around Mara.”

Titus shook his head. “It must be done in three days’ time.” Den and Hagen exchanged glances. There was a murmur amongst the villagers after he said this. Titus continued. “We need every man and woman who is able. The grain is the most powerful weapon. Without it they are liable to blow us out of existence from orbit. If we bring it in fast, we can use it as a bartering tool and shield.”

Den turned to Kora. “I thought you said they wouldn’t negotiate.”

“Admiral Noble wouldn’t have. The fact they are coming without him… Whoever is his second in command just might be willing to do a trade.”

The villagers looked at each other with worry and skepticism. Some whispered to each other. No one else spoke out loud. Titus walked down the steps towards the villagers. “Rest well. The work begins at dawn.” The crowd dispersed back to their homes.

Tarak moved towards the doors of the longhouse. “I am all for an early night, but can we eat now?”

Hagen nodded and extended his hand. “Please do, and use the longhouse as you wish. There are blankets and all you need to sleep here tonight. If you need anything, I am at your disposal.”

Gunnar stepped closer to Hagen. “Why don’t you also rest. I’ll take it from here.” Hagen nodded and left the warriors at the longhouse. Late afternoon drifted into dusk. They ate in silence: their first real meal on the ground, not packaged shit on Kai’s ship that wouldn’t spoil for a hundred years. Milius hung their head and looked at the fire in the hearth before raising their goblet of ale. “For Darrian. May he rest in power. And for Devra, wherever she is. May the winds of rebellion guide her where she needs to be.”

“I’ll drink to that,” said Titus, gulping the rest of his ale before pouring another. There was no noise coming from the village except the calls of the uraki and Tarak taking big bites into an apple. Nemesis finished her food and rested on a mat on the floor. Kora took slow bites, still turning over in her mind what the Imperium could be planning with their break in protocol. When the sky became completely dark, Tarak turned the ale jug upside down. Not a drop slipped out. “Guess this means time to turn in.”

Kora rose from her seat. “Probably a good idea.” The others unpacked the bedding brought into the longhouse for them to sleep on. “I’ll walk with you… I’m on the way,” said Gunnar.

“Suit yourself.”

3

THE EVENING ILLUMINATION FROM MARA SET THE FIELDS AND VILLAGE ALIGHT with a celestial orange glow. A light breeze blew across the golden fields. The villagers had lit the lanterns hanging from their houses, drawing out the insects that chirped in the warm light. Kora and Gunnar walked at a languid pace towards the home she shared with Hagen.

“Do you think they’ll learn to trust one another? I thought the village would be excited to see our return,” said Gunnar.

Kora looked at the path ahead as she spoke. “They’re frightened. Of outsiders, of fighting an uncertain battle, for their lives. Trust? I don’t know. I just hope they have the courage to stand and fight if it comes to that.”

“I had no idea what it would be like to fight. And how much it would scare me.”

Gunnar and Kora stopped in front of her home. She turned to face him. “You were afraid to die. It’s okay. Everyone is.”

He stepped closer to her. Close enough to see the reflection of the low lantern light in her eyes. “No. I didn’t even think about dying in the moment. If you had asked me before how I’d feel, I would’ve said I’d be petrified. And I was scared, the most afraid I’d ever been in my life. But not of dying.”

Kora held his gaze. “So what was it you were so afraid of, if it wasn’t death?”

Gunnar remained silent, looking into her eyes, searching for the right way to say what he felt. “It was you… It was losing you.”

Kora opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn’t find the words to react to this revelation, the tenderness in his honesty and vulnerability in that moment. She stepped closer to him and kissed him. He pulled her to his body by her hips and kissed her back with heated urgency as their tongues slipped in and out of each other’s mouths. She pulled away. “Wait.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t…” said Gunnar with worry in his eyes.

“Don’t be… just not here.” She touched his chest. “Take me to your bed.”

Gunnar caressed her cheek. His eyes blazed with an intensity Kora hadn’t seen before. “Whatever you want.”

Once behind the closed doors of Gunnar’s house they fell into each other’s arms. Their secret passion for each other could now be fully unleashed. Kora lay on his bed, with Gunnar following her. She pulled her thin top over her head. She wanted to feel his skin on hers. Their bodies glowed in the firelight as they kissed each other with a slow sensuality. Savoring the taste. She cradled his face to pull him closer to her. This moment turned to a hunger that needed to be satiated from the inside. And it wasn’t just her body she wanted to give to him, it was also everything else.

His lips and tongue moved lower to tease her breasts. She unclipped and removed her bra to allow him to have more of her. She moaned softly with her eyes closed, as his hands massaged her breasts, as he kissed her nipples. Her body relaxed into sexual bliss as she allowed him to take his time exploring her body. His mouth moved towards her belly, where her scar could be seen and touched. Still he moved lower where she was as hot as the fire that heats the room.

Her back arched with the ecstasy only his lips and mouth between her legs could incite. She writhed without care to the movement of his tongue. Gunnar could explore her body in ways she wouldn’t allow Den. Her thighs became wet and slick from his stimulation, as she sunk deeper into the abyss of lust, perhaps love. All that existed was the pleasure Gunnar gave to her effortlessly as she gave herself the freedom to receive and enjoy.

He moved back towards her for another kiss, his hand cradling hers. His emotions were no longer hidden as he touched her face with a smile. The hardness of battle and Gondival seemed a lifetime away in that moment of fire, breath and skin. She touched his hand tenderly and gazed into his eyes as he kissed her again. She wanted more and twisted her body to move onto her belly. His hands slid across her body as he remained behind her.

She cried out as he entered her from behind, their bodies melting into each other, rocking in sync with every thrust. Kora reared her head back, kissing him with feral abandon. He steadied his body with one arm while cradling her with the other, thrusting harder and deeper, like their kissing. She moved to her back so she could face him again with her legs spread. She rested her legs against his thighs as they continued to make love.

He lifted her up into the lotus position, still inside of her. Kora straddled him as he sat upright. Face to face, she ground her hips. Both moaned as they gazed into each other’s eyes. His arms were around her waist as she cradled his head. His pleasure was giving her pleasure as he watched and felt how her body reacted whilst riding him harder. He steadied himself by leaning back into the bed as she continued to take the lead until she kissed him again and their arms found each other. Exhausted, they fell into the bed.

They lay in bed in each other’s arms. His hands caressed her bare skin and she touched the hair on his chest. “What Noble said about you being the most wanted criminal in the known universe… You don’t become that simply by running away.”

She gave his chest a light kiss and paused before speaking. “I told you how I was raised by Balisarius, Regent of the Imperium. And that I was the bodyguard to the Princess Issa.”

“Yes. That you were a decorated warrior and friend to the royal family. What happened to them?”

“Under the healing influence of his daughter, the king had begun to see many things in a different light. Word had reached him that his most celebrated general fought without honor, and that his main weapons were slaughter and cruelty. And so the king knew he must not let him retain his command. He should have destroyed Balisarius, and then me along with him… but the king loved him, and even through his rage saw him as a son. And so for his sins, he was made a senator.”

* * *

Kora kneeled in the opulent and vast throne room. The heat shining through the colossal stained-glass window behind the thrones made her feel hot in her uniform. The rays were intensified by the moment. She lifted her chin and stared at the image on the glass. The great warrior queen of long ago—Issa’snamesake—seemed to stare back. A large wolfhound stood next to her. The light filtered through her image like a holy warmth. For a moment she felt safe looking at those painted benevolent eyes until she shuddered with fear. The king’s shouts at Balisarius shook her to her core. All she could do was kneel and remain silent. She had grown accustomed to orders. She didn’t dare look at Balisarius or interrupt.

“What have you done? What have you done?! I trusted you! I gave you everything,” shouted the king, who leaned forward in his throne. His face and neck appeared red from his anger. “When I was told you were a fraud and a liar, I defended you. And like a fool I defend you still. And yet you betray me, with each act of dishonor you slap my face, you spit on my trust, my loyalty, my faith. I loved you like a son, and like a son I gave you everything. But can a king love a butcher? I think not. And that is what you are… a butcher. Now leave my sight whilst I decide what to do.”

When the king finished speaking, she looked up to see as much hurt as there was rage in the king’s face. Guards moved to stand next to Balisarius and Kora. She stood and allowed herself to be escorted out of the throne room. Balisarius did the same, except there was no hurt in his eyes. He had a look of disgust. The large doors of the throne room shut behind them with an echoing bang, leaving them alone. Kora moved towards Balisarius. He snapped his head towards her, giving her a daggered look. “Not now.” His eyes narrowed before storming off.