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slipped on the clothing.
“Unknown.”
I remembered Morrdrook telling me they wanted the Zakiu people, not their planet.
“Does the planet have defense systems? The Druel are coming back.”
“Information classified.”
I frowned. “Classified? So I can’t defend myself if they attack?”
“Negative. You will be safe.”
“How?” I demanded, crossing my arms and glaring up at the blue beam.
“Information classified.”
“To who? Everyone is dead! I’m the only one here!” I waved my arms as frustration gripped me.
I drew in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. It was no good getting angry at Essence.
“Only members of the royal family can access the information.”
“So you won’t tell me?”
“Correct. You are safe, Anna. Essence will protect and serve you.”
“Right then, classified information. What about weapons. Ones I could hold in my hand. Do you have those?”
“All weapons are in the army vaults.”
“Would any of those weapons be powerful enough to destroy a Druel machine, roughly the same size as me?”
“Affirmative.”
Well, now we were getting somewhere, my brain clicked into gear as ideas started forming. I smiled.
“Does the city have some kind of transport vehicle I could use?”
“Affirmative.”
This was looking better and better. “And these weapons, would someone like me be able to use them?”
“Your weight and body mass indicates you would not be able to use the heavier weapons.”
“Essence, I need your help.” I dressed in the pants and top. They fitted very nicely. “I want you to show me where the vehicles and the weapons are. Then you’re going to teach me how to use them.”
Chapter Nine
“Warning unsafe proximity to the pillar.”
“I know, I know. Stop telling me!” I gritted my teeth, careful not to overcorrect as I glided around the pillar.
“Woohoo!” Success! The air bike, as I’d named it, looked more like a cross between a jet ski and a rocking horse, only way larger. The black, padded leather seat could easily accommodate two larger Zakiu men.
The controls were built into the handlebars which made it easier to use. E, as I’d renamed Essence, also told me it had cruise control. A wicked-looking black disrupter with automatic targeting was fixed to the front of the bike. At least I wouldn’t have to learn how to shoot it. There were hundreds of these air bikes lined up in a big military bunker, along with a variety of bigger flying ships, and other strange looking machines.
I decided on the bike, as they seemed easiest to learn how to use. I’d suffered a few scrapes before getting the hang of the machine. Something called a Put — aliquid crystal powered weapon roughly the size of a submachine gun but with a telescope barrel—packed one hell of a punch. Learning how to shoot the Put and ride the bike had eaten up more days than I liked.
E was always there to remind me of the danger I was putting my child’s and my own life in.
“I think I’m ready. I can fly and shoot straight enough. All I need to do is get into the camp and the men can do the rest. How many weapons can the rocker bike carry, E?”
“With your weight; twenty Put disrupters.” E responded, the voice hollow in the cavernous space.
“I’ll take ten and some supplies.” I set the bike down and swung my leg over the wide seat. “Are the bags I wanted ready?”
“Affirmative. E does not recommend you proceed. There is a sixty-two percent chance you will not succeed.”
“Yes, I know. You keep telling me that, but I’m going to get my husband. We’ve already been apart too damn long. I’ll move heaven and hell to get him back.”
I walked towards the once military barracks where I’d been living and scooped up Lucky, asleep among the black uniforms. “Wanna go get Daddy, Lucky?” He chirped, scuttling up to his usual perch on my shoulder.
“It’s still early. We’ll have breakfast, load up then go.”
“E has
“Unknown.”
I remembered Morrdrook telling me they wanted the Zakiu people, not their planet.
“Does the planet have defense systems? The Druel are coming back.”
“Information classified.”
I frowned. “Classified? So I can’t defend myself if they attack?”
“Negative. You will be safe.”
“How?” I demanded, crossing my arms and glaring up at the blue beam.
“Information classified.”
“To who? Everyone is dead! I’m the only one here!” I waved my arms as frustration gripped me.
I drew in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. It was no good getting angry at Essence.
“Only members of the royal family can access the information.”
“So you won’t tell me?”
“Correct. You are safe, Anna. Essence will protect and serve you.”
“Right then, classified information. What about weapons. Ones I could hold in my hand. Do you have those?”
“All weapons are in the army vaults.”
“Would any of those weapons be powerful enough to destroy a Druel machine, roughly the same size as me?”
“Affirmative.”
Well, now we were getting somewhere, my brain clicked into gear as ideas started forming. I smiled.
“Does the city have some kind of transport vehicle I could use?”
“Affirmative.”
This was looking better and better. “And these weapons, would someone like me be able to use them?”
“Your weight and body mass indicates you would not be able to use the heavier weapons.”
“Essence, I need your help.” I dressed in the pants and top. They fitted very nicely. “I want you to show me where the vehicles and the weapons are. Then you’re going to teach me how to use them.”
Chapter Nine
“Warning unsafe proximity to the pillar.”
“I know, I know. Stop telling me!” I gritted my teeth, careful not to overcorrect as I glided around the pillar.
“Woohoo!” Success! The air bike, as I’d named it, looked more like a cross between a jet ski and a rocking horse, only way larger. The black, padded leather seat could easily accommodate two larger Zakiu men.
The controls were built into the handlebars which made it easier to use. E, as I’d renamed Essence, also told me it had cruise control. A wicked-looking black disrupter with automatic targeting was fixed to the front of the bike. At least I wouldn’t have to learn how to shoot it. There were hundreds of these air bikes lined up in a big military bunker, along with a variety of bigger flying ships, and other strange looking machines.
I decided on the bike, as they seemed easiest to learn how to use. I’d suffered a few scrapes before getting the hang of the machine. Something called a Put — aliquid crystal powered weapon roughly the size of a submachine gun but with a telescope barrel—packed one hell of a punch. Learning how to shoot the Put and ride the bike had eaten up more days than I liked.
E was always there to remind me of the danger I was putting my child’s and my own life in.
“I think I’m ready. I can fly and shoot straight enough. All I need to do is get into the camp and the men can do the rest. How many weapons can the rocker bike carry, E?”
“With your weight; twenty Put disrupters.” E responded, the voice hollow in the cavernous space.
“I’ll take ten and some supplies.” I set the bike down and swung my leg over the wide seat. “Are the bags I wanted ready?”
“Affirmative. E does not recommend you proceed. There is a sixty-two percent chance you will not succeed.”
“Yes, I know. You keep telling me that, but I’m going to get my husband. We’ve already been apart too damn long. I’ll move heaven and hell to get him back.”
I walked towards the once military barracks where I’d been living and scooped up Lucky, asleep among the black uniforms. “Wanna go get Daddy, Lucky?” He chirped, scuttling up to his usual perch on my shoulder.
“It’s still early. We’ll have breakfast, load up then go.”
“E has
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