After they sent all the information, Jarcor took the other two cyborgs back to the main ship and left with Jayport to the nearest battlefield.
It didn’t take them much time to find it. They landed the vessel not far from it and gathering their weapons, they went to meet the battle.
“Open your communication channels, Jayport and try talking to any cyborgs,” Jarcor instructed.
“On it, but I think we’re too far or there’s too much interference.”
They walked closer and suddenly they were able to establish contact with the cyborgs.
“Jarcor! We were told you had been killed, along with the rest of the guys,” Raneze, one of the cyborgs he had trained with answered.
Jarcor snorted. “They wish. We’re all fine. We’ll transmit vital information for you guys in case you have the opportunity to escape. Can you broadcast it?”
“Yes, of course. I’m on the vehicle with a couple of friends, waiting to be taken back to the base.”
“What happened?” Jarcor asked, worried.
“We were ambushed by the Taucets and our legs have been injured. They’re getting smarter,” Raneze complained. “The other two with me are still unconscious.”
“Where’s the human designated to watching you?” Jarcor asked, a plan already forming in his mind.
“Taking a nap. There was enough time for him to take us back to the base while he waits for the other group, but he said we weren’t worth the effort.”
Jarcor grunted his rage. “He’s not the one in pain.”
“You know how it is.”
“Send me your coordinates. We’re coming for you and your friends. Let us know if he wakes up,” Jarcor warned him, turning to look at Jayport. “Here’s our chance.”
Jayport smiled and nodded. They followed the coordinates sent by Raneze and in a few minutes they were subduing the guard in charge of the vehicle.
“You won’t get away with this. This time we’ll capture you,” the guard threatened them as he struggled to free himself.
“Of course, you will,” Jarcor mocked him, as he dropped the man against a tree, near the vehicle.
Laughing, Jayport jumped to the driver’s seat while Jarcor hopped in the back, where the wounded cyborgs were laying down.
“Hi, Raneze. Ready to get the hell out of here?” the other man’s smile couldn’t be wider, despite the pain he was in.
“I’m more than ready.”
Jarcor pulled out of his belt the small kit he had prepared for an occasion such as this, and in just a few seconds, he was spraying Raneze’s armpit with anesthesia.
“There’s no need to use that. Just do it as fast as possible,” the man grumbled, eager to be free.
“There’s no rush. We have enough time and you’re already in pain.”
With swift motions, Jarcor cut open his skin and accessed the main control system and quickly punched the codes, freeing his friend and deactivating his trackers.
With Raneze ready, he turned to the other two cyborgs and proceeded to do the same, while Jayport took them to where they had their vessel.
By the time they arrived, he had freed the cyborgs, so they quickly carried them to vessel and took off.
“This is a nice vessel. Where did you get it?” Raneze asked.
“We took commandeered it from the Taucets,” Jayport replied with a naughty grin.
A few minutes later, they were entering the main ship, while Jarcor gave orders to leave immediately.
“Were you able to send out the information I sent you, Raneze?” he asked the other man, as he helped his men to carry the wounded to the infirmary.
“Yes, I was. And I’m sure it will be repeated until it reaches all cyborgs left on this planet.”
“Perfect, that’s exactly what we want.”
“Where are you taking us?” Raneze asked, puzzled.
“We’ve established our new home on a nearby planet, Arcadia. It’s quite similar to Earth, so I’m sure you’ll like it,” Jayport replied as he started to take care of the other two men’s wounds.
“That sounds like paradise,” Raneze mumbled, clearly too weak from the blood loss.
Jarcor and Jayport worked on the men’s wounds as fast as they could, knowing all they needed were basic care and time to allow their nanocybots to heal them.
By the time they arrived to Arcadia, the three men were much better, and as expected, they were thrilled with the planet.
Jarcor decided they would do several incursions to planet Earth to get as many cyborgs as they could, along with the ones who managed to free themselves, using the information Jarcor had sent them all.
Like Jayport had said, that was the only thing that gave sense to their lives. That and building a new home for those freed from human Government’s enslavement.
Slowly, Arcadia started to grow, providing a home for the cyborgs arriving. Soon they had an organized society, formed mainly by cyborgs, a few Taucets that had chosen to join them, and some human slaves captured during their incursions on Earth.
It probably wasn’t the fairest situation, but there was still too much cyborg resentment against the humans for them to simply forget and forgive.
Taking human slaves seemed to balance the scale, and Jarcor had to agree with it, to keep his men happy.
With time, things would change, and they would find what he had dreamed of: a society where all people were equal, with no slaves, not even robots or androids. All intelligent life would be treated equally.
But he knew that wouldn’t happen overnight.
He just wished he had someone to share his dream with, someone to warm his cold heart. But he had erased those wishes as soon as they surfaced in his mind.
The only woman he wanted in his life was Sabrina and he knew that would never happen, so it was pointless to wish things were different.
But he had his memories and satisfaction of finding a place for cyborgs to live free.
The end