The door to the roach room loomed in her periphery and every time she came close to it, her steps quickened. Every time she noticed it, fear clouded her mind. It was as if the room was alive and waiting for her and it watched her with hunger.
Kat couldfeelit watch her. She could also feel her promise cracking under the pressure of its gaze, reminding her of the sickness that killed her parents and the delusions she fed from it.
Until her feet faltered and she stood in front of it. The door peeled open, allowing her entry.What were the odds that the very thing I feared most was with me this whole time…
Kat stepped through the innocuous rectangular entryway and into the light where she was going to face her fears. Not for Dommik, but for herself.
Chapter Nineteen:
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Dommik ignored the Piercer and crept to the high stalks that ran flush and far over the endless fields on either side of him. They were stiff and stubborn, the type of plant that made great padding for dens, burrows, and nests for birds but he didn’t see any immediate wildlife about him, he never did when he first landed on a planet. His ship would scare everything away.
The shadow of his spacecraft towered over him, blocking out the twin suns on the horizon. The colors of the day were moving fast, and the moon was small, he would encounter the night soon. Dommik walked over the plants, pummeling them down under his boots only to have them spring back up behind him as if he had never passed through. He checked his wrist-con and followed its compass to the nearest settlement, a half-league away.
He hoped, which was something Cyborgs Did Not Do, he hoped that he could buy a flower straight from the source, alive, dug up with roots and all.
He didn’t have alien currency on hand, coins forged deep within the tunnels on Xanteaus Trent, but he did have things to barter. That hope was only brought on by a bone-deep urge to get this job done and get Kat someplace safe.
Someplace they could both heal together.
Dommik looked back at the two ships in the distance, checking the landscape and listening to the breeze. No one was following him which was just as well, if Markoss sent a scout after him, he would have to keep that peon alive.
He reached down and untied his boots, setting them aside in the rushes before he shifted his lower body. He counted to ten, his bio-suit reformed, down to five, he tied back his hair and ended at one.
Dommik sprinted, low to the ground and out of sight toward his destination.
There was no sound but the rush of wind over his face and no one to see him but the suns in the sky, damning him and judging his form. Time slipped by as he closed in on his destination, minutes only, while his body ran with four legs, skittering with metal close to the ground.
He stopped short when his destination appeared. His extra limbs twisted back into hiding while he took cover at the edge of the stalks. He peeked through the gaps.
Pillars and a hole.Nothing more although he knew there were others. He checked his surroundings, finding it clear, and stepped out into the light.
The hole slipped into the darkness at an angle and as he got closer he saw that there was a staircase made out of stone that led deep within. Small white globes sat on the sides. They illuminated every step.
Dommik stared up at the sky.Always underground. Always fucking underground.He wasn’t the type of spider that thrived in the dirt, especially after his past experiences.
He should’ve known the settlements would be away from the sun and the heat of the day. The aliens couldn’t tolerate heat, they thrived in the cold. Their blood would slowly boil until they cooked and collapsed. Xanteaus Trent, their homeworld, was farther away from their sun and they adapted to accommodate it; just like humans had for their relatively temperate environment.
Dommik stepped down into the hole until he was swallowed up by the terra. His fingers flexed over his knife. By the time it leveled out he had an audience of a hundred staring at him.
“I come in peace,” He shouted, feeling like a space-age idiot. Two men draped in green pants, weaved by the stalks above approached him, their chests bare except for designs knifed into their skin brought out by scars. He didn’t need to look around to know there were no women present.
If they had women, it wouldn’t be here. The wood smelled of mold, the rocks uncarved, and the cavern in its entirety reeked of sweat and rot.
“Yhal en Erarth, pucha ere,” one of the two said in Trentian. Dommik closed his eyes and subsumed his inclination to kill the aliens back deep within himself and switched to Trentian.You’re from Earth, why are you here?
“I’m here to buy a flower.”
The same one spoke, his head rolled as he considered him, “We don’t sell to humans. We don’t negotiate with filth.”
“The Space Lord I came here with said you would.” Dommik didn’t mind name-dropping if it got him out of there faster. He placed his hand on his knife’s handle.
“We don’t follow the sect that lost this war and tainted our blood,” the alien bared his teeth, followed by the hundred still staring at them baring their teeth. “They have no jurisdiction amongst the pure.”
“Unfortunately for you, your moon lies within thatsect’sjurisdiction.”
Dommik felt the change before it started, the rustle of beings all focused on their weapons, the one that was easily within reach. A target for one’s mind and the stiffening of muscles a moment before. He kept his eyes on the man before him.
