equipment from the healing bay.”
* * * *
They docked with the spinning
asteroid orbiting a small dead planet. Kelon warriors
marched through each corridor, checking each room with caution. Even though the
scanners indicated no life signs, it paid to be cautious when dealing with an abandoned
base.
Solron absently followed Te-Commander Rell while holding his portable bioscanner , searching for
anything hazardous to the Kelon crew.
Solron almost ran into the commander when he stopped in the
lower part of the base at a closed door. Commander Rell tried to open it with little success.
“The only locked door on the
whole base,” Commander Rell muttered, examining the
plain gray metal door.
A Kelon electronic lock pick was quickly ordered from the ship. When it arrived, it
took but a moment for the warriors to open the locked panel, before forcing
open the door. They were greeted by the foul stench of old blood and expelled
body fluids. It made Solron’s sensitive nose twitch
with revulsion. He silently agreed with the warriors’ grumblings over how
disgusting the Xersons were.
One warrior quickly swept his
light beam through the darkness of the cell. “It’s clear.” The warrior nodded
for them to proceed, before stepping back while holding his nose.
Solron glanced down at his scanner; an unusual reading
blinked back at him. Curiosity made him push past the warriors, snatch the beam
from the warrior’s hand and step into the obvious prison cell.
No wonder the warrior missed
her, as she was completely naked and her skin matched the filth in which she
lay. Solron stared in shock at the small female
curled up in the far corner. The readings were so faint, they barely
registered, but the closer he came, the clearer the data. She was still alive, but
barely.
“ Solron ,
what is it?” Commander Rell stepped in behind him.
Solron dropped to his knees, running his scanner over the
unmoving girl.
“We have a human female, but
her heart is weak, and her vitals are fading fast.”
“Damn fire demons! How did
the Xersons manage to obtain a human female?” Fury
radiated off the commander in waves.
Another warrior stepped into
the cell, adding more light.
Solron silently handed his beam to the commander and rolled
the female over. The gleam of a thick collar caught his eye. He growled,
reaching out to touch the shrockna , a cruel
device used on fierce beasts to control them.
Her long pale hair was dirty
and tangled; bloodied scars and deep bruises marred her skin. Solron barely registered the other Kelons ’
menacing, angry growls as they, too, viewed her battered and grimy state. Solron carefully lifted her into his arms and rose to his
feet. She weighed hardly anything. So small, so delicate.
“Make a path! I need to get
her to the healer’s bay now,” Solron snapped
urgently, turning and heading out of the cell.
“Out of the way!” bellowed
the commander.
Solron ran with the girl in his arms through the abandoned
base and back onto the ship. Warriors stepped aside, curiosity and concern in
their eyes, as Solron raced past, his mind three
steps ahead of exactly what he needed to do to save her before she faded into
the darkness forever.
The doors to the healer’s bay
whooshed open and Solron lay his new charge on the biobed , his fast, nimble fingers hurriedly pressing buttons
to get a more accurate reading. Quickly, he filled the injectors with the drugs
needed to keep her heart pumping.
She was badly malnourished
and severely dehydrated. There were also multiple contusions and many awkwardly
healed bone breaks. They would need to be rebroken and reset. How could someone harm such a
frail, helpless creature? Anger fired his blood, making him want to search
out her tormentors and break every one of their bones before stripping the
flesh from their bodies.
The thought shocked him. He
never was a violent Kelon , but seeing what they did
to this human female incited a maelstrom of white-hot rage.
Keep
* * * *
They docked with the spinning
asteroid orbiting a small dead planet. Kelon warriors
marched through each corridor, checking each room with caution. Even though the
scanners indicated no life signs, it paid to be cautious when dealing with an abandoned
base.
Solron absently followed Te-Commander Rell while holding his portable bioscanner , searching for
anything hazardous to the Kelon crew.
Solron almost ran into the commander when he stopped in the
lower part of the base at a closed door. Commander Rell tried to open it with little success.
“The only locked door on the
whole base,” Commander Rell muttered, examining the
plain gray metal door.
A Kelon electronic lock pick was quickly ordered from the ship. When it arrived, it
took but a moment for the warriors to open the locked panel, before forcing
open the door. They were greeted by the foul stench of old blood and expelled
body fluids. It made Solron’s sensitive nose twitch
with revulsion. He silently agreed with the warriors’ grumblings over how
disgusting the Xersons were.
One warrior quickly swept his
light beam through the darkness of the cell. “It’s clear.” The warrior nodded
for them to proceed, before stepping back while holding his nose.
Solron glanced down at his scanner; an unusual reading
blinked back at him. Curiosity made him push past the warriors, snatch the beam
from the warrior’s hand and step into the obvious prison cell.
No wonder the warrior missed
her, as she was completely naked and her skin matched the filth in which she
lay. Solron stared in shock at the small female
curled up in the far corner. The readings were so faint, they barely
registered, but the closer he came, the clearer the data. She was still alive, but
barely.
“ Solron ,
what is it?” Commander Rell stepped in behind him.
Solron dropped to his knees, running his scanner over the
unmoving girl.
“We have a human female, but
her heart is weak, and her vitals are fading fast.”
“Damn fire demons! How did
the Xersons manage to obtain a human female?” Fury
radiated off the commander in waves.
Another warrior stepped into
the cell, adding more light.
Solron silently handed his beam to the commander and rolled
the female over. The gleam of a thick collar caught his eye. He growled,
reaching out to touch the shrockna , a cruel
device used on fierce beasts to control them.
Her long pale hair was dirty
and tangled; bloodied scars and deep bruises marred her skin. Solron barely registered the other Kelons ’
menacing, angry growls as they, too, viewed her battered and grimy state. Solron carefully lifted her into his arms and rose to his
feet. She weighed hardly anything. So small, so delicate.
“Make a path! I need to get
her to the healer’s bay now,” Solron snapped
urgently, turning and heading out of the cell.
“Out of the way!” bellowed
the commander.
Solron ran with the girl in his arms through the abandoned
base and back onto the ship. Warriors stepped aside, curiosity and concern in
their eyes, as Solron raced past, his mind three
steps ahead of exactly what he needed to do to save her before she faded into
the darkness forever.
The doors to the healer’s bay
whooshed open and Solron lay his new charge on the biobed , his fast, nimble fingers hurriedly pressing buttons
to get a more accurate reading. Quickly, he filled the injectors with the drugs
needed to keep her heart pumping.
She was badly malnourished
and severely dehydrated. There were also multiple contusions and many awkwardly
healed bone breaks. They would need to be rebroken and reset. How could someone harm such a
frail, helpless creature? Anger fired his blood, making him want to search
out her tormentors and break every one of their bones before stripping the
flesh from their bodies.
The thought shocked him. He
never was a violent Kelon , but seeing what they did
to this human female incited a maelstrom of white-hot rage.
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