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tinge to it. I’m suspended vertically, staring out at the world through a blue filter.
I look beyond the tank, taking in my surroundings. We’re not in the Station medical bay, that’s for sure. This has to be the Kordolian ship. I’ve never seen anything like this before. The walls are black, and the space is dimly lit, with hundreds of tiny, luminous blue lights casting a gentle glow around the space. Shadows gather in the corners, and the room is oddly shaped. Instead of straight lines and corners, it’s kind of curved, the walls following some organic pattern.
I feel as if I’m floating in a tank that’s inside an earthy cave, cocooned in layers of darkness.
The size of the tank I’m suspended in reminds me this thing is designed for much larger beings. Kordolians. I’m a Human, and they’re trying to treat me with their Kordolian medicine. Do they even know what works on Humans? I can’t imagine what they’d do to fix my legs.
And do they know that I’m fucking freezing right now?
But despite the cold being so unpleasant, I’m not shivering. That’s strange. I usually break out in goosebumps and shivers at the first trace of cold.
“General,” I yell, my voice muffled by the helmet. My breath mists up the transparent faceplate. “What the hell have you done to me?”
Nothing. An uneasy feeling starts to work its way into my gut. I’m totally helpless, and I have no idea what’s going on. I’m at the mercy of these aliens.
The hundreds of little blue lights blink, and all is silent, save for the low hum of machinery in the background.
I can’t even swim in this viscous blue liquid, because my legs won’t move properly. And I don’t want to try, because I know I have broken bones. I’m surprised I’m even able to flail about a little, considering I’ve jumped off a hundred foot high ladder.
Right now I’m cold and alone and feeling a little bit afraid.
“General,” I yell again. I realize I don’t even know his name. I think I told him mine. I can barely remember.
Shadowy movement at the edge of my vision tells me there’s someone else in the room. “General Tarak is busy right now. You need to calm down.”
It’s a female voice. She speaks perfect, barely accented Universal. Her calm voice reaches me through what appear to be little speakers in my underwater helmet.
I blink as she steps into the glow of the tank. She’s definitely Kordolian. She’s tall, like the others, with long, lilac hair tied up in a sleek ponytail. She’s got the same pointed ears and razor sharp cheekbones and silvery skin. But instead of that freaky living armor, she wears flowing white robes.
Her eyes glow orange, reminding me of a cat’s.
“Be calm, Abbey. You need to stop trying to move about. Otherwise you’ll undo all of my hard work.”
“What is all this? Who are you?”
“I am Zyara al Sirian, healer for the First Division. I’ve stabilized your wounds and put you inside a stasis tank. The bleeding has stopped, but both your legs are broken in several places. I’ve applied fibrogel to the cuts on your body. You also have several broken ribs and a collapsed lung.”
“Oh.” That all sounds rather serious. “Damn.”
“Right now I’m putting some Human blood back into your body. We were able to obtain some from the Station medics. You’re lucky that Human and Kordolian biology seem to share some similarities. I think I can work with that.”
I look down and see that one of the lines going into my arms is red. That must be the blood. I shudder, and I’m not sure if it’s the cold or what’s happened that affects me the most.
My memories are a little hazy right now, but I have a vague recollection of the skydome caving in, punctured by the claws of that gigantic, disgusting thing . That cockroach on growth hormones.
A feeling of disgust ripples through me, making my skin crawl. That was the grossest thing I have ever seen in my life. My horror turns to alarm as I
I look beyond the tank, taking in my surroundings. We’re not in the Station medical bay, that’s for sure. This has to be the Kordolian ship. I’ve never seen anything like this before. The walls are black, and the space is dimly lit, with hundreds of tiny, luminous blue lights casting a gentle glow around the space. Shadows gather in the corners, and the room is oddly shaped. Instead of straight lines and corners, it’s kind of curved, the walls following some organic pattern.
I feel as if I’m floating in a tank that’s inside an earthy cave, cocooned in layers of darkness.
The size of the tank I’m suspended in reminds me this thing is designed for much larger beings. Kordolians. I’m a Human, and they’re trying to treat me with their Kordolian medicine. Do they even know what works on Humans? I can’t imagine what they’d do to fix my legs.
And do they know that I’m fucking freezing right now?
But despite the cold being so unpleasant, I’m not shivering. That’s strange. I usually break out in goosebumps and shivers at the first trace of cold.
“General,” I yell, my voice muffled by the helmet. My breath mists up the transparent faceplate. “What the hell have you done to me?”
Nothing. An uneasy feeling starts to work its way into my gut. I’m totally helpless, and I have no idea what’s going on. I’m at the mercy of these aliens.
The hundreds of little blue lights blink, and all is silent, save for the low hum of machinery in the background.
I can’t even swim in this viscous blue liquid, because my legs won’t move properly. And I don’t want to try, because I know I have broken bones. I’m surprised I’m even able to flail about a little, considering I’ve jumped off a hundred foot high ladder.
Right now I’m cold and alone and feeling a little bit afraid.
“General,” I yell again. I realize I don’t even know his name. I think I told him mine. I can barely remember.
Shadowy movement at the edge of my vision tells me there’s someone else in the room. “General Tarak is busy right now. You need to calm down.”
It’s a female voice. She speaks perfect, barely accented Universal. Her calm voice reaches me through what appear to be little speakers in my underwater helmet.
I blink as she steps into the glow of the tank. She’s definitely Kordolian. She’s tall, like the others, with long, lilac hair tied up in a sleek ponytail. She’s got the same pointed ears and razor sharp cheekbones and silvery skin. But instead of that freaky living armor, she wears flowing white robes.
Her eyes glow orange, reminding me of a cat’s.
“Be calm, Abbey. You need to stop trying to move about. Otherwise you’ll undo all of my hard work.”
“What is all this? Who are you?”
“I am Zyara al Sirian, healer for the First Division. I’ve stabilized your wounds and put you inside a stasis tank. The bleeding has stopped, but both your legs are broken in several places. I’ve applied fibrogel to the cuts on your body. You also have several broken ribs and a collapsed lung.”
“Oh.” That all sounds rather serious. “Damn.”
“Right now I’m putting some Human blood back into your body. We were able to obtain some from the Station medics. You’re lucky that Human and Kordolian biology seem to share some similarities. I think I can work with that.”
I look down and see that one of the lines going into my arms is red. That must be the blood. I shudder, and I’m not sure if it’s the cold or what’s happened that affects me the most.
My memories are a little hazy right now, but I have a vague recollection of the skydome caving in, punctured by the claws of that gigantic, disgusting thing . That cockroach on growth hormones.
A feeling of disgust ripples through me, making my skin crawl. That was the grossest thing I have ever seen in my life. My horror turns to alarm as I
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