Midnight Sun: Monbulk's Monopoly Part 1 of 2

Written by Matt Hamilton, Edited by James Pedrick
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Some call it a cemetery, a desolate graveyard littered with rotting corpses. Others see it as a land of opportunity, and search for hidden prizes lost within.

I call it income.

Name's Monbulk. I have been running this lot since . . . well, long before I can remember. It is probably the biggest shipyard in this sector of the galaxy, stretching more than halfway across this world. I buy, sell, trade and repair starships for some of the most colorful characters you are ever likely to meet.

You are right: It was not always like this. A while back, I had a competitor on this world. His yard was equally as large as mine and better run. His secret? Well . . . that would be telling - it is my secret now.

Anyway, you obviously do not want to hear the back-story. You want to hear about my rise to shipwreck glory. It involves yours truly, and the one you call . . .

Midnight Sun: Monbulk's Monopoly Part 1

For earlier adventures of Midnight Sun, see our Midnight Sun Archive

Cerabel watched the world below on a monitor with a furrowed brow as the ship touched down. The on-board computers had brought them here when they had requested it take them to the nearest place capable of repairing spacecrafts. Of course, their ship was in perfect working order, having just recently been stolen from active duty in the Kree Empire. However, if they were to keep out of reach of their pursuers, it would be necessary to make some changes to the vessel.

Midnight Sun had theorized that the Kree would have some method of tracking stolen ships, just as they had been able to trace his movements. I hope that this world would have the technology to outsmart the Kree, and disable the devices on both parties.

At first glance, however, things did not look promising.

The surface of the planet almost looked post-apocalyptic. It seemed to be in a state of permanent dusk, covered as it was by dense cloud. Or smog, perhaps; it was hard to tell. The landscape was pocked with old starships, some of which looked as if they had crash-landed and abandoned. The computer on board their craft had assured them that this was a shipyard with a strong reputation, so they had swallowed their fears and instructed it to land.

Once land-bound, the two disembarked and headed towards the only building in their vicinity. If not the main outlet for the yard, it should at least have some sort of communication device with which they could contact the owner.

As it turned out, the owner was waiting inside.

"Monbulk. That is my name. I own this yard, so I am the first face any customers see. I saw your ship landing on one of my security cams, so I used a transporter to teleport here. Now . . . what can I do for you?"

Midnight Sun maintained constant visual contact with the large creature while Cerabel stepped forward. Monbulk was dressed in a bizarre mix of fatigues, armour, leather and furs, with glimpses of his dark green skin visible in patches. His head, set deep within his abdomen, housed several eyes, randomly spread across his face. He spoke from a mouth in the middle of his chest.

Cerabel spoke confidently, despite her obvious discomfort at having to deal with this strange creature. "We need some modifications to our ship. No questions asked."

"Unasked questions are my specialty, Miss," Monbulk replied. He clapped two of his hands together and wrung them. "What sort of modifications did you have in mind?"

"We've had a disagreement with the former owners of our vessel. They . . . want it back. We think that there is some sort of tracking device on it, and we need it disabled. While you're at it, it probably wouldn't hurt to make some changes to its exterior, just in case."

Monbulk nodded in his own peculiar fashion, then asked the question the two travelers did not want to hear. "And how will you be paying, Miss?"

Cerabel looked back at Midnight Sun questioningly. She did not even bother using her telepathic powers to ask him for an answer. They both knew that they were penniless, one a fugitive and the other a runaway. "We don't have money," she said, "but we have cargo. You can look over it and decide if any of it's valuable to you, if you like."

Monbulk's mouth spread across his chest in what could only be a wry smile. "Sounds tempting. I will tell you what. I will be lenient with what I take, in response for a small favor. Do me this favor, and I will make your modifications and then some. Do we have a deal?"

Once more Cerabel did not bother to consult her ebon companion. "Tell us the favor, and we'll decide."

The three sat down at a large table Monbulk reserved for special occasions. He offered the pair a drink, but Cerabel did not trust him, and Midnight Sun preferred not to remove his mask. He dare not let Cerabel see his true face, for he knew how disfigured he was beneath it. The Kree's resurrection procedures had not been kind.

The shipyard owner fixed himself a drink, then straddled a chair and began to speak. "On the other side of this world, there's another yard just like mine. Maybe not as big, but they do a lot more business, and have a lot less problems. As far as I can tell, they are not charging any different to me - so do not get any ideas - but they are a lot more comfortable than I am.

"A while ago, I sent a recording drone around there to try to work out what exactly they're doing differently to me. A bit of industrial espionage never hurt anyone, right?"

Neither of his visitors answered.

"Right. Anyway, what I discovered sickened me, and it might just sicken you, so steady yourselves.

"The drone was caught and dismantled, but not before I caught sight of one of these little guys." Monbulk flicked a switch on a handheld panel, and a hologram appeared in the air before them. It depicted a small, rodent-like creature, standing upright and conveying a sense of innocent intelligence in its large eyes. It wore some sort of harness, and held in one of its hands some sort of tool.

"These are gormites. They are the native inhabitants of this world. Only thing is, they are now working for the monster round there. He has got them wired up to some sort of mind control device, and he slave-drives them until they die of exhaustion. I saw three-drop dead before my drone was discovered.

"Anyway, it's true that without this help he'd probably go under, and I'd end up being the head-honcho on this world. I do not deny that. But it is the misuse of these innocent creatures that hurts me the most. Someone has to do something, and you look like you've got the goods."

If Monbulk was lying, it was impossible for Midnight Sun to tell. He had had too little dealings with non-humanoid aliens to notice any of their nuances. Instead, he would have to take him at face value. And it was indeed a foul act on behalf of this rival owner if what Monbulk said was true. M'Nai would take pleasure in freeing the slaves and teaching the tyrant a lesson.

Cerabel, as always, knew exactly what he was thinking. "We'll do it," she said. "While we're gone, you make the changes to our ship. Provided it is flight-worthy by the time we get back, we will be happy. Just get us transportation in the meantime."

She stood, and turned to walk out.

Bemused, Midnight Sun could do little but follow.

The unlikely duo could do little but stare open-mouthed at the interior of their temporary means of travel. It was a stark contrast to the sophisticated Kree scout-ship they had become accustomed to. There was barely enough seating room for the two of them, and the controls seemed to have been thrown together from a plethora of different craft - intended, perhaps, for at least a dozen different physiology's.

Still, they would need the ship to complete the task at hand, in order to pay for the modifications to their vessel. As shifty as Monbulk had seemed, they had to trust him with the Kree ship until their return. Surely, he would not have built his business to such a scale if he was underhanded. Time would tell.

The primitive rockets began to fire behind them as Bel pulled back on a control stick. The thrusters seemed so close that Midnight Sun could feel the warmth through the back of his seat. A little disconcerting, to say the least. Slowly they ascended, then shot forward through the atmosphere, well on their way to Monbulk's tyrannical competitor.

The pair watched the world spin below them, like some giant Catherine wheel, through the transparent floor-panels. Monbulk's shipyard was indeed huge - it seemed to occupy a major portion of the landmass. For a time, then, there was ocean, which gleamed sapphire-blue in contrast to the dismal landscapes they had just witnessed. After about an hour of seemingly endless ocean, grey-brown land appeared once again, and with it came the pair's first glimpse of the other shipyard.

Even from this altitude, it was clear that this business was a much tighter outfit than Monbulk's. The ships, both intact and piecemeal, were laid out in an orderly fashion, like books on a tectonic shelf. As they slowly descended, the details of the yard's outskirts became visible. First, the ships themselves, then the roads between them, and, once they were only a few hundred feet above the surface, the enslaved race of tiny creatures scuttling about among them.

Midnight Sun was unsure as to their choice of landing position, but it seemed that they had no other option - the shipyard stretched right to the shoreline, so it would be impossible to land outside it. No doubt they had been detected, and monitored as they landed.

«A welcoming party will arrive soon, I'm sure,» he related to Cerabel. «Since the owner knows that our ship has landed, we must keep at least one card in our sleeve.»

Cerabel had never played cards, but she recognized the allusion. "What do you suggest?" she asked, aloud.

«As much as it pains me to leave you alone with this monster, I must remain hidden. If he is convinced that you've landed here alone, then it will give me time to find the mechanism he is using to control the slaves.»

Cerabel nodded, also uncomfortable with the idea of meeting the owner of the yard by herself.

«It must have been dawn at Monbulk's yard, since it appears to be dusk here. I am going to stay on board until the sunsets, then see if I can sneak out unnoticed. Hopefully you can keep him busy, perhaps looking at prospective purchases, until I . . . let you know that I'm done.»

"Agreed." Hurriedly, the two began preparing for the arrival of Monbulk's counterpart.

There was a brief moment, perhaps only a minute or two, between the setting of the sun and the activation of the shipyard's lighting system. Midnight Sun used this window of time to exit the craft undetected, and made his way quickly to the unlit cracks between the hulking wrecks. He was there when the procession of tiny creatures arrived to meet Cerabel. Each was about a foot tall, and each wore the harness he had seen on Monbulk's observation monitor.

M'Nai waited a few minutes to ensure that the welcoming party posed no threat to his partner, then snuck off to find the yard's owner. The path on which they had landed seemed to stretch back to the horizon, but it was logical that the main offices would be in that direction. He moved at a superhuman pace, yet made no sound as he dodged between the metallic corpses.

So many broken vessels. What had become of their owners? Killed perhaps, by pirates who would sell the salvaged ship to this very business. Now they were tended to by these tiny, enslaved creatures, and perhaps a mechanical drone or two.

After almost half an hour of travel, the towering office building appeared before him. It stretched so far into the night sky that its top was lost in the planet's cloud cover. Monbulk's measly offices were a joke in comparison. M'Nai wondered how his benefactor had remained in business thus far.

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