Authors: Dan Krokos
The Black Stars
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To Suzie, Joanna, and Janet, for not giving up on me
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Acknowledgments
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Thank you to the teams at New Leaf and Starscape. It is an absolute honor and privilege to work with you guys.
Thank you to Antonio Caparo, for creating illustrations much cooler than anything I'd imagined.
And thank you for reading. I write because I want to show people a good time. Thanks for giving me that chance.
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Contents
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Epilogue: Sixty-two Days Later
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I've visited many solar systems throughout our galaxy. Most stars are kind, and happy to burn away for a few billion years. Some of these stars support planets. And some of those planets support life. But there are some stars in the galaxy that are not kind. These stars have planets that support life, but a kind of life that isn't content to live and let live. These solar systems contain life focused on extinguishing life. They destroy, even as they create. They are not necessarily evil: it may just be their nature. We are all familiar with these kinds of stars. I've taken to calling them Black Stars.
âCaptain Joshua Reynolds of the Earth Space Command, from his autobiography
I've Seen the Stars
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Chapter One
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Mason Stark had a problem with minding his own business. This problem had resulted in seven disciplinary actions since he arrived at Academy II just three months ago. As his friend Tom Renner had kindly pointed out, according to the Earth Space Command rulebook, Mason would be kicked out of Academy II if he received an eighth disciplinary action.
Mason would instantly become a citizen and be forced to leave the Academy and his friends forever.
That didn't stop him this time, of course.
Six of the seven infractions resulted from confrontations with older cadets. Academy II took six years to complete, just like Academy I had. The “first years” were thirteen years old, like Mason, or about to turn thirteen. The “last years” were eighteen, or about to turn eighteen. And they were big. And smart.
And jealous.
Because Mason and his friends had saved the day. Or at least, they'd brought a kind of tenuous peace between the Tremist and the humans. They were the most famous group in all the worlds. Reporter shuttles were permanently parked in low orbit over Mars, where Academy I and II were nestled in the foothills of Aeolis Mons, a mountain near the equator. The reporters weren't allowed to land, but they were able to take pictures from orbit. For the first month, the newsfeed had a story every day with an overhead picture of Academy I and II, which were only a few kilometers apart, accompanied by headlines such as
YOUNG HEROES BEGIN FIRST YEAR AT ACADEMY II
or
DOES MASON STARK CAPTAIN HIS OWN SHIP?
The rumors were nonsense, of course. Mason Stark did not captain his own ship. He was a student, with much to learn about commandâhe was the first to admit that. But humanity desperately needed heroes. Mason and his friends just happened to be the most available. Which wasn't exactly fair, in his opinion. How was he supposed to live up to the legend he already was? He wasn't even fourteen yet, and there were already movies and books about the exploits of the “Egypt 18.”
And so Mason was not entirely welcome at Academy II. Respected, but not welcome. It did not matter who started the six fights that had led to six of seven disciplinary actions, or who finished themâHeadmaster Oleg did not permit fighting outside of combat classes, period. Mason had thought he'd escaped the old man, but the headmaster had been promoted to Academy II right along with Mason.
It was 13:00 on Friday when Mason knew he'd be getting his eighth disciplinary action. He was in the gym used by both Academy I and II. The gym was a fat cylinder twenty levels tall, right between both academies. Cadets took a three-minute track ride through a tunnel in the mountain to reach it. Each level had different features to accommodate different needs.
Mason had just entered level 8, the workout room. He was sweaty from his last class of the dayâAdvanced Combat Techniques IIIâso it made sense to get a quick jog in before showering and meeting Tom, Stellan, and Jeremy in the mess hall. The quarter-mile track ran around the entire circumference of the cylinder.
He was stretching out his hamstrings when he heard a commotion from the other side of the gym. It sounded like someone cried out, but Mason couldn't see through the forest of gym equipment. He paused, listening hard, until a familiar
fwump
sounded across the gym: someone had turned on a resistance pad. Then came a mean laughâa cackle, really, and a forced one at that.
Mason made his way through the equipment, his footsteps quiet. Half of the gym was regular workout equipmentâdozens of identical machines that could morph into any configuration to work out every muscle group. The other half was open space, but the floor was tiled with square pads. The pads created force fields that would provide resistance, so you could exercise without machines. Nobody used them. They made your hair stand up for the entire day, and too much use would create itchy rashes on your skin.
The fact that someone was using one now was a red flag all by itself.
Tom's words came back to him now: “One more slip up, Stark, and it's game over. You're out. Be smart for once?”
Mason had argued back: “They'd kick me out? After all the good we've done?”
To which Tom had replied, “Do they seem to care about that here?”
“We're too valuable to the ESC. What's better for recruitment than the Egypt 18?”
Tom considered that, rubbing his chin. “Do you really want to find out how serious they are?”
Mason did not. Maybe they wouldn't make his expulsion public, just stick him in a room for a year or two. Who could know for sure?
But Mason's feet were driven across the gym anyway, and soon he was standing in the very middle, where the equipment met the line of pads.
Exactly six older cadets were gathered around the closest pad. The stripes on their sleeves said half of them were fifth years, the other half, sixth years. Mason was a first year again. But he recognized these fools. Just two weeks earlier, Mason found his locker completely filled with anti-bio fluid. The cream-colored gel had spilled out on his feet, a gelatinous wave that ruined his pants and boots. The news spread quickly through school, and everyone knew who did itâMarcus Jones, a sixth year. He was on a fast track to command once he finished his last year and joined the Earth Space Command as an officer. Marcus was mean in a way Mason didn't understand. Cruel for the sake of cruelty. But he was smart and obedient and respectful ⦠to his superiors.
No one would tell on Marcus, not ever. Mason couldn't either, as it would be seen as a betrayal to his fellow cadets. But once Marcus broke the wrist of Kevan Desoto, a smallish cadet who talked too much, Mason knew he had to do something. So he hacked into the central computer, found the surveillance footage of Marcus throwing Kevan to the ground, and uploaded it to the wall screens in the refectory during lunch. It wasn't telling on Marcusâthe footage was there. Mason just showed everyone.
For hacking into a restricted system, Headmaster Oleg awarded Mason with his seventh disciplinary action. Marcus's punishment was not made public.
Near the pad, the older cadets were gathered around a boy pinned on his side by the force field, knees pushed up tight to chest. The cadet was tall, but a first year like Mason, with white-blond hair and lanky limbs. It was Stellan, one of his best friends, one of the cadets who helped him bring the new peace. A member of the Egypt 18.
Anger struck Mason like lightning, and just as hot. He could only stand there as his pulse jacked, and a mechanism in his sleeve began to buzz, warning him to keep his vitals low. It was supposed to train cadets to maintain control in any situationâ
A clear head is a living head,
they told him.
So Mason wanted to give the cadets a shot at doing the right thing. He wanted to try having a clear head. Stellan would appreciate that. Stellan had always told him to use his words, not his fists.
The cadets were chuckling to themselves while Stellan fought the force field. He couldn't move an inch. But his eyes could still see. They rolled toward Mason, and the cadets followed his gaze, turning around.
“Steak!” Marcus said with joy. “Steak” was the stupid nickname they'd given him. Mason didn't know what it was supposed to mean, but his current theory was that it played off his last name, Stark. “So glad you could join us. No surveillance cams in here. Did you know that?”
Mason stepped forward, closing half the distance. Two of the fifth years visibly backed away but then seemed to catch themselves and stand tall, shoulders back, chests puffed up a bit.
“Please remove the force field,” Mason said. That was their one chance. He asked them nicely. He even said please.
Marcus stared at him with bright, intelligent eyes.
In unison, the cadets began to laugh. It sounded forced, like before.
“Mason, just go⦔ Stellan said, struggling to speak. It was clear the force field was too tight, and he was having trouble breathing.
“Another of the Fabulous Five,” Marcus said. “We are honored by your presence.” He made a low, mocking bow, and the others did the same. Marcus had curly black hair that was a little too long by ESC standardsâjust a centimeterâwhich Mason assumed he got away with because he was a rising star.
The Fabulous Five was a name the media invented for Mason, Tom, Merrin, Jeremy, and Stellan. Merrin Solace was Mason's best friend since before Academy I, though he hadn't seen or talked to her since that day on the Tremist space station, when the treaty was signed. He thought about her all the time, though. She was on the Tremist homeworld, Skars, with her father, the Tremist King.