Ion was born and raised in a secluded world, with only a sadistic doctor and his lizard lackeys for company. Her education came from carefully selected material provided by her tormentor, andthe best entertainment was the exercise machine in her small room. It was the only world she knew.
her efforts to hide it from him. He had created her just for that power. He was training her, but for what she didn’t know. The only thing she had going for her was that he didn’t know how strong she was getting.
her.
girl. How well can she trust her happenstance companions? What welcome will she find at her journey’s end?
James was born in the middle of a tropical swamp on the third planet orbiting a distant yellow star. Growing up the son of a military father meant that books were among the best friends he could have. They traveled with him every time he moved, and took him on adventures that nothing short of a trans-dimensional portal could hope to achieve.
Traxel snapped at Panzo, “Shut up dog! I’ll be quite happy to clean your blood off the walls after tossing your corpse out into the void!”
This was getting out of hand fast! Panzo had gotten us here, wherever ‘here’ was, and Traxel was going to kill him. If something didn’t happen fast we were all going to be dead very shortly. I needed answers and I wasn’t going to get them from a dead Kanari. It was time that I took control of the situation and tried to bring sense to all of it.
I pointed my finger at the pistol in his hands, telling him to put it down so we could settle this. We were in high drive; that much was obvious. Just where we would come out, if at all, were still unknown. Trickery aside, I needed this Kanari alive to give those answers. The energy was building inside me, just aching to be let free.
“No! He’s tricked us, and I’m going too…”
I let the bolt jump the few meters to the pistol. It may have been carbon composite with simple projectile cartridges, but it exploded very nicely. The result left everyone, including me, surprised enough to break the stalemate. I now had their undivided attention. It was time to take control of the situation. Traxel was standing there mouth agape, so I turned my ire on Panzo.
“I didn’t feed the engine output into the power relays. Nor was it some fluke of a plasma stream as the patrol concluded. It was just me. Now, where are we going? I felt the ship twist just before high drive kicked in.”
From the corner of my eye I could see Traxel still staring at the pistol grip in his hand. The rest of the weapon was scattered across the cockpit. A thin trail of smoke rose from the burst magazine chamber on the ground by his feet, only to be sucked out by the ventilation system. All in all, I felt it had been a decent enough demonstration of authority. Now I had to make use of the power I had grabbed. I know Ritlabek’s philosophy would have had me kill them both, but that wouldn’t get answers I desperately needed.
