He could not begin to imagine all the things that were done. More than once, he'd offer to leave them with the nanites.
So, they would let them all go.
But it wasn't what the Terran wanted.
He wasn't sure they knew what they wanted. It seemed to change all the time.
They blocked the connection to the Rhimodian collective consciousness, Master System, through Terran's cloaking technology. Being cut off from the ever-present voice felt like being stripped to the bone. All that they had to confirm who they were and what their protocols were, gone in an instant.
"Move it, Solkan," another guard said, and this one did make Kolvin look over. Solkan was left in solitary for a reason. A growl emerged from inside the cell. If the Terrans learned anything about Solkan, it was that the Rhimodian fought everything.
Today was no exception.
One of the guards flew out of the cell and hit the metal ground hard.
Marcin smirked. He was hit again for his obstinance.
Kolvin watched as they brought out Solkan, restrained on both sides by shock braces.
Solkan shifted, a jerk of strength, and it startled the Terran guards, but it wasn't enough to break the hold.
When they were lined up, the guards started to lead them out of the cell area and reached the door where they went for testing. Today, though, they did not go to that door. Instead, they were led the other way.
The round exit door. The one that led to the vacuum of space.
Kolvin's shoulders sunk.
The thing he knew would happen had finally come. The Terrans were disposing of them.
Jettisoning them out into space.
More than once, they'd opened the air lock to suck the air out of the cell bay, just to torture them.
Now it seemed to truly be the end. They had finally finished with them, that this was over.
He should have fought. He should have let his primal side fly, but he didn't. Instead, it felt like a strange sort of relief for him. A kind of peace he'd not known in a long time.
The living nightmare was over.
As they got closer, one of the guards on the door opened the air lock.
Kolvin tensed, expecting to feel the air sucking him out immediately, but it didn't.
He narrowed his gaze.
There was something attached to the air lock. As Kolvin got closer, he could see it. A ship was docked at the air lock. The lock on the ship's side opened, and he could make out an essential military transport.
Another set of guards appeared. Two men and a female.
"We have them," one of the mean guards said.
"I have orders to take possession," the new guard said. He had far more markings on his uniform than the guards who had been walking them to the airlock.
The group stopped, the three Rhimodians and the cell guards. Kolvin didn't recognize the new set of guards. They didn’t look like anyone he'd seen.
Correction.
The female looked familiar, but he wasn't sure why.
