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  Boone Nova

  and the

  Pirate Queen

  The Flight of the Night Star

  A novel by

  John E Bujanowski Jr

  Book 4

  The

  Adventures

  Of

  Boone Nova

  Boone Nova and the Pirate Queen

  The Adventures of Boone Nova - Book 4

  The Flight of the Night Star

  April 2017

  Author: John E Bujanowski Jr

  John’s Website:

  www.integritynovels.com – Novels to Inspire

  ISBN-13: 978-1546320876

  ISBN-10: 1546320873

  All Rights Reserved – April 2017

  Cover design: coversbykaren.com

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  Boone Nova and the Pirate Queen Characters: For character identities and descriptions go to www.integritynovles.com/character descriptions.

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  Abdomanon Constellation

  Other science fiction novels by

  John E Bujanowski Jr

  Found on Amazon.com

  The Origin of the Sphere’s

  The Gold Sphere

  The Search for Wisdom

  From the series:

  The Adventures of Boone Nova

  Book 1: Boone Nova and the 5th Prime

  The Struggle for Integrity

  Book 2: Boone Nova and the Gamma Weapon

  The Battle for Integrity

  Book 3: Boone Nova and the Nano Device

  Web of Lies

  Book 4: Boone Nova and the Pirate Queen

  The Flight of the Night Star

  Book 5: Return of the Guardian King

  The Search for Truth

  Dedication

  O give thanks unto the Lord; for he is good: for his mercy endureth forever. 2 O give thanks unto the God of gods: for his mercy endureth forever. 3 O give thanks to the Lord of lords: for his mercy endureth forever. 4 To him who alone doeth great wonders: for his mercy endureth forever. 5 To him, that by wisdom made the heavens: for his mercy endureth forever. 6 To him that stretched out the earth above the waters: for his mercy endureth forever. 7 To him that made great lights: for his mercy endureth for ever: 8 The sun to rule by day: for his mercy endureth for ever: 9 The moon and stars to rule by night: for his mercy endureth forever.”

  Psalm 136:1-9 KJV

  “He layeth up sound wisdom for the righteous:

  He is a buckler to them that walk uprightly.”

  Proverbs 2:7

  “Integrity is not just a virtue…

  it’s a lifelong conviction.”

  Contents

  Previously…

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  A Special Thanks

  A brief word about the author

  Acknowledgements

  Terms and Conditions

  Return of the Guardian King

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Previously… from Boone Nova and the Nano Device.

  The pirate queen had carefully plotted for many years. The process was slow and tedious but she successfully completed her massive underground lair which controlled a widespread covert network of navigational systems and communications throughout the constellation - all monitored within the surface of the dead planet, Kurros. She monitored the entire constellation with a host of large holograms. She finished retrofitting two old Class 4 starliners into battleships and developed a hand-held laser, Nano-bug technology, and a small network of spies. One precious piece of technology eluded her, though – the newly created teleportation device. Obtaining that was her most pressing goal.

  Several of her compounds had been destroyed including one of her key network components - a large monitoring system on the planet Ta’Jeon. Many of her schemes were now thwarted and it was all done in two short weeks by one resourceful obnoxious loner – Boone Nova. Now, furious that her plans had changed, she turned her focus from the corridors of the Abdomanon Constellation to Boone Nova and his Night Star.

  Each of the seven star systems had a duly appointed chief investigator but there was one that ranked above the seven – Lincoln DeKator. He arrived on the planet O'bipherion and took control of the investigation concerning the attack on the Obipherion city, Copiannis and all indictments concerning Boone Nova and his Night Star.

  Boone lay in a hospital bed still healing from nerve damage. The many Nano-bugs he was infected with were removed before major damage could be done. There was a white flexible sturdy material draped over his arm. It was stretched so tight, he wasn’t able to move his arm whatsoever. The healing process Dr. Weimar and Dr. Vensin set in place would take days to heal.

  All that could possibly go wrong for Boone, did. Since the day he was compelled to leave his home, Kova, nearly eight years ago, it was his nature to help the weak and defenseless. It was also that very nature that got him into so much trouble.

  In spite of the trouble and threats that were hurled at him, he still had the burning desire to run toward someone in need – in this case, it was Commander J’Dar and the Sim-Sa Gale.

  He knew pirates and their countless deceitful maneuvers. He also knew these pirates wielded illegally mounted lasers. Though he knew Commander J’Dar hated him, and though he was confined with his arm in a brace in a hospital bed within the royal city of Karkavon, he burned with the desire to jet into the fray. He needed to find a way.

  Chapter 1

  Lincoln DeKator sat in a comfortable chair and studied the COM readings from many weeks ago. Officer Tanner sat quietly by his side. Although the COM Center was a very large complex filled with wall-to-wall holographic monitors, many High Guard personnel, and busy officers continuously doling out orders, Lincoln poured all of his attention to the small hologram in front of him.

  Lincoln, much shorter than the tall and lanky Officer Tanner, wore his dark blue gold-trimmed uniform. Though it was immaculate and impressive and adorned several medals and pins, it was his younger age and shorter stature that intimidated Tanner.

  Just above the hologram in which Lincoln was fixated with, large windows gave access to the hundreds of ships and transports that flew in and out of the royal city. For Lincoln, the massive hive of flying ships was an afterthought. He was not going to leave the High Guard COM Center, located on the 34th floor of the royal estate until he found what he was looking for – a communiqué indicting the now well-known space bum Boone Nova. If what Commander Dowey explained to him to be the truth about Boone then someone wanted everyone to think Boone Nova attacked Copiannis. Lincoln had been searching for over four straight hours. He was carefully and meticulously reviewing every single communic
ation and each word spoken over the COM throughout the attack including hours afterward. Tanner was exhausted just from watching him search.

  Tanner sighed again as he had done a hundred times since the search started. “Sir?” Tanner asked again. “Where are you now?”

  “You see it? Right there,” he pointed.

  The tall and lanky officer, observing from a short distance, nodded at the long list of glowing data. He answered, “Yes. That’s right after the attack started. What does that tell you?”

  Lincoln sunk back into the chair, gazed at him, and let out a stressful sigh. He smiled at Tanner as if he found what he was looking for.

  “This alone,” Lincoln pointed to the hologram, “tells me Boone is innocent. Watch and I’ll show you.”

  Tanner studied the strong and shorter and more assertive officer. The gold-trimmed uniform told him Lincoln DeKator was far more qualified to investigate the data then he ever could. Lincoln brought up a hologram of the original communiqué that claimed the Night Star had strafed Copiannis.

  “This communiqué stated that the Night Star was seen… hmm, six hours after the actual attack.” Then he returned the hologram to the time stamp immediately after the attack. “This communiqué is immediately after the attack.” He looked at Tanner, “What do you see?”

  Tanner smirked, “Uh, they’re different?”

  Lincoln chuckled, “Yes! Why? Why would they be different? Why is there a six-hour delay announcing the Night Star did it?”

  Tanner sunk into his chair and gazed at Lincoln. He shook his head, “I don’t know. I’m thinking.”

  Lincoln said, “Map it. Copiannis is attacked, we get notified, six hours later another notification – the Night Star did it. What do you think?”

  Tanner cocked his head and glared, “I think the first communiqué would have also claimed the Night Star did it but…”

  “Yes!” Lincoln replied. “Yes! Yes! Yes! That’s what makes sense! That’s what I would assume. And here is my proof – the communiqué that informed us Copiannis was under attack came at this time stamp!” he pointed. “And it came from Copiannis. The time stamp that claimed the Night Star did it… it didn’t come from Copiannis.”

  Tanner nodded, “So, Investigator Je’en was right. Or whoever told her that.”

  “Yes. Je’en was told that and now I’m confirming it. I also have the time stamp and a list of people who were there. You’re going to watch the video. I’m going to visit Nova.”

  Tanner asked, “The people who were there? What do you mean, there? Where did it come from?”

  Lincoln pointed to a small piece of data within the hologram. Tanner’s eyes fell on it and he gasped.

  Lincoln said, “The royal COM station adjacent to the palace. I’ve got to talk to Nova. You go and watch the video that coincides with that time stamp.”

  Tanner nodded; Lincoln left for the Medical Center.

  …

  Kwelling and Ander had everything planned out. They scoped out a place to lure the guards, reviewed their entrance up to Terra Je’en who was in the Burn Unit and Boone Nova who was in Special Procedures. They had already planned a quick escape from the building. Kwelling was beaming with excitement; Ander was filled with apprehension. They waited for the guards to make their scheduled appearance. Their plan was to act suspiciously and lure them into a secluded area with a private room. After that, Kwelling alone could handle them if he wished.

  …

  Within the O'bipherion-Xeraxes corridor, the Ambulas sat idle, watching the Sim-Sa Gale try its best to reach the distressed Ganes Trek and her 271 life pods that were fleeing from the attack. The life pods were of various sizes. Some could accommodate a small family, some were only suitable for an individual. All of the pods had a few days rations in them, minimal thrust capability, and a small panel for NAV and COM display. Each pod also had medication to calm those that could not bear the stress of being confined for days or longer.

  The temporary captain of the Ambulas, Braxton, was preparing a devastating long-distance laser strike upon the Sim-Sa Gale any moment. The large cargo freighter, Ganes Trek, was listing just outside the corridor, broken in half, and drifting aimlessly away from the constellation. The life pods which were launched hours ago were feebly making their way toward the planet, O'bipherion. On board the Sim-Sa Gale, distress had taken over.

  “Sir!” COM Officer Jamisen exclaimed as he turned toward Captain Eisen and Commander J’Dar. “The Dorian Surge is hailing us!”

  Captain Eisen jumped out of his command chair and quickly uttered, “Respond.”

  A middle-aged man with dark hair and of a light complexion appeared – Captain Devin Kapavon.

  “Mial! What do you think you’re doing!” he shouted.

  “Devin!” he shouted defensively. “Do you see what’s happening out here? What do you think we’re doing?”

  “I see it! Mial! That ship… whatever it is…”

  Commander J’Dar stepped into the heated debate, “It’s called the Ambulas. It’s an old Galaxy Class 4 Starliner and it’s modified to the hilt. Devin… we’re going after those pods! What are you implying?”

  Commander J’Dar was known as the aged commander. He was also the fleet commander and the most experienced of all captains and officers. Devin Kapavon, much younger, was the wisest and most decorated of all battlecruiser captains. The commander welcomed his input.

  “Sir,” Devin uttered. “I’m sorry… you can’t,” he solemnly replied. “If you venture any closer…”

  Captain Eisen, as well as most of the bridge crew, gasped. He blared, “What! What are you saying? Leave those pods out there? They won’t last two days!” he shouted. “Ellswood! Count them!”

  “Sir,” she quietly replied. “271, 1002 souls.”

  Mial gazed at Devin. Devin sighed. He explained, “Look, I know how bad that looks but you can’t approach those pods. That’s what the Ambulas wants you to do.”

  “I can’t believe you!” he retorted. “And you sound just like Command. The 5th prime has already notified us it’s all a trap. But…”

  “You can’t take that bait!” Devin interrupted. “Listen to me. Captain? What’s your compliment?”

  Captain Eisen frowned. He gently uttered, “17,218.”

  “Don’t risk those lives in a battle you can’t win! Now, listen. I have an idea.”

  Commander J’Dar responded, “I hope it’s a good one. We need a miracle right now.”

  …

  It was mid-morning on the Special Procedures floor of the Karkavon Medical Center in the royal city. Kwelling had peeked out of an alcove near the stairwell several times now, wondering why it was so quiet. “Too quiet!” he thought. Though very suspicious about the empty hallways, his enthusiasm and his impatience to plunder Boone Nova overwhelmed his sense of danger. Boone was still laying in a bed with his arm immobilized.

  Kwelling checked his palm device – SP-93-127, Special Procedures – 93 floor – room 127. His position, by his estimate, was a handful of spacious rooms away. A span he could run in a flat four seconds. The hospital security uniform he wore would give him an extra advantage, provided the two guards he overpowered and stunned were still incapacitated. Even if he did see a nurse or doctor and was questioned about his presence, he would just shoot them. But, the hallways remained quiet. Not a single nurse, not a doctor, no one strolling along or even a patient being visited by loved ones. He thought, “Finally! Things are going my way!”

  He launched out fearlessly, asserting his power; his uniform allowing him to play the role of a guard on patrol. SP-93-127 quickly appeared. “His room! At last! Nova! Ah!” he fumed, ready to blast everyone and everything inside. The glance through the large wide glass window told him all his expectations were about to become reality. A man lay, his arm elevated, a room otherwise empty, “One Boone Nova – dead!” He raised the phase pistol the same moment he stepped into the doorway. He pointed… “Nova?”

  The mannequin l
ooked so real. Kwelling’s eyes widened, his mouth gaped, and from the hallway behind him, several phase pistols emitted a loud whining noise as they reached a charged status. His only thought was that he would not be taken. He remained still, his back to the officers behind him, his gaze to the large window before him.

  “Hmm. 93rd floor? No chance jumping from there. Room empty – no hostages available. Only one option…”

  He slowly raised his arms and began to turn ever so slowly. He was compelled to see how many he would have to shoot.

  “Kwelling!” one of five officers ordered. “One move and we shoot. Do you understand?”

  Kwelling nodded. Kwelling also noticed the glass window of the room sat upon a three-foot wall. Perhaps the short wall was sturdy enough to protect him.

  “I’m setting down my gun. Don’t shoot!”

  The five officers watched carefully as he very slowly crouched and lowered his gun until it was pointing right at one of the officers. Kwelling fired. The blast missed as Kwelling dove behind the short wall. The officers started shooting and took up positions that flanked him on both sides of the doorway. They fired at him. The glass window shattered and shards covered Kwelling. He covered his head with both of his arms. One officer reached through the opening and shot him in the back. Kwelling hit the floor; arm and gun outreached but too dazed to fire back.

  An officer approached and kicked the gun away; Kwelling watched as it spun to his right. Two other officers picked up his legs and angrily dragged him into the hallway, his arms painfully banging on the jambs of the doorway. In disgust, one officer kneeled down, grabbed a handful of hair, picked up his head, and punched him in the face. Kwelling went blank.

  …

  On the 37th floor of the Karkavon Medical Center, Lincoln DeKator boldly entered room 298. It was full of people. Nurse Callie and Lieutenant Phia Sa’vo were still keeping a close eye on Boone. As Boone lay in a bed near the window, which he insisted upon, Terra lay in a bed next to him. Pryce sat by her side as Jona, Mace, and Officer Gunner quickly stood, very much anticipating the news. They were bursting with expectation