earlier that evening and suspected MarIK had given that to him. He used it now, sliding it along the lock swipe. The door opened and then he entered.
“Oh my God,” Melody said out loud.
He shook his head in disbelief. A large hanger at least three levels high was lined with shelves loaded with weapons and supplies. However, what had him feeling an intense fear was at the bottom of the hanger.
“Goddess. How did they get their hands on warships?”
“This is the closest I’ve come to them. They look similar to our fighter jets on Earth.”
“They’re not supposed to have warships. Where did they get them from?”
“Does this mean that they have transport ships too?”
He ran a hand through his blond hair. “I pray to the Goddess that they don’t. Warships are used for short range battle, but a transport is equipped to attack larger targets.”
“Larger targets—like a planet?”
“Yes.”
“What do we do?”
“We have to find a way out of here and warn Kiljor and Katiera and the Colony. There’s no telling whom they’ll target first.” He pulled her with him back to the door. He opened the door and peered out before having her follow him out.
“We’re underground somewhere. What is this place?”
“It’s one of the mining communities.”
“You don’t know which one?” she asked in surprise.
“I’m not from here.”
“Where are you from?”
“Kiljor.” He turned to look at her. “I know you have a lot of questions, questions I can’t answer right now. Let’s get to the surface, find a shuttle, and get off this planet. Then I will tell you everything you want to know.”
They continued down the hallway then came up on one of the small floating transport carts. “Get in.”
“Do you know where this thing will go?”
“These are programmed to go to the next exit.” He pushed the start button, and off they went.
*****
Melody glanced sideways at the man next to her. He focused on his task and wasn’t going to let anyone or anything distract him. He kept them going at a steady pace. She was curious to open the backpack to see what all he put in there. She bet he planned for just about every contingency. That was the complete opposite of her.
She was a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants type of person. She got up when she felt like it and often ate breakfast for lunch, and then she stayed up late practicing and writing.
The only time she would stay completely focused was when she was writing her songs. She had been known to lock herself in her room for days writing.
“I think we’re coming up to an exit.”
She looked up and noticed two warriors standing guard at stairs she assumed led to the surface of the planet.
“What do we do about those two?”
“Stay in the cart. No matter what. If I don’t come back to get you, press this silver button and it will take you to the next exit. You get to the surface and in a shuttle. Lock the doors and use the red and white numeric keypad. Type 447750Y. It’s an auto return to Kiljor destination. Repeat it.”
Well that sounds damn ominous. He was talking like he wasn’t going to come back.
“Repeat it, Melody!”
“447750Y.”
“Stay here.”
She watched him get out of the cart and head toward the two males. How could he possibly take on two of them all by himself?
She looked in the cart for some kind of weapon. She had no intention to leave him.
He approached the two men who turned to him and questioned what he was doing there. He pulled out a digital tablet from his backpack and showed it to one of the men. The other men kept glancing her way.
She felt sweat running down her forehead. She resisted the urge to wipe it off. She didn’t want to make any sudden moves that might look suspicious. What was he showing them?
While one of the men was distracted, StrykER suddenly used some kind of weapon and stunned the other man, making him fall to the ground. He didn’t hesitate to punch the other man and soon he was on
“Oh my God,” Melody said out loud.
He shook his head in disbelief. A large hanger at least three levels high was lined with shelves loaded with weapons and supplies. However, what had him feeling an intense fear was at the bottom of the hanger.
“Goddess. How did they get their hands on warships?”
“This is the closest I’ve come to them. They look similar to our fighter jets on Earth.”
“They’re not supposed to have warships. Where did they get them from?”
“Does this mean that they have transport ships too?”
He ran a hand through his blond hair. “I pray to the Goddess that they don’t. Warships are used for short range battle, but a transport is equipped to attack larger targets.”
“Larger targets—like a planet?”
“Yes.”
“What do we do?”
“We have to find a way out of here and warn Kiljor and Katiera and the Colony. There’s no telling whom they’ll target first.” He pulled her with him back to the door. He opened the door and peered out before having her follow him out.
“We’re underground somewhere. What is this place?”
“It’s one of the mining communities.”
“You don’t know which one?” she asked in surprise.
“I’m not from here.”
“Where are you from?”
“Kiljor.” He turned to look at her. “I know you have a lot of questions, questions I can’t answer right now. Let’s get to the surface, find a shuttle, and get off this planet. Then I will tell you everything you want to know.”
They continued down the hallway then came up on one of the small floating transport carts. “Get in.”
“Do you know where this thing will go?”
“These are programmed to go to the next exit.” He pushed the start button, and off they went.
*****
Melody glanced sideways at the man next to her. He focused on his task and wasn’t going to let anyone or anything distract him. He kept them going at a steady pace. She was curious to open the backpack to see what all he put in there. She bet he planned for just about every contingency. That was the complete opposite of her.
She was a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants type of person. She got up when she felt like it and often ate breakfast for lunch, and then she stayed up late practicing and writing.
The only time she would stay completely focused was when she was writing her songs. She had been known to lock herself in her room for days writing.
“I think we’re coming up to an exit.”
She looked up and noticed two warriors standing guard at stairs she assumed led to the surface of the planet.
“What do we do about those two?”
“Stay in the cart. No matter what. If I don’t come back to get you, press this silver button and it will take you to the next exit. You get to the surface and in a shuttle. Lock the doors and use the red and white numeric keypad. Type 447750Y. It’s an auto return to Kiljor destination. Repeat it.”
Well that sounds damn ominous. He was talking like he wasn’t going to come back.
“Repeat it, Melody!”
“447750Y.”
“Stay here.”
She watched him get out of the cart and head toward the two males. How could he possibly take on two of them all by himself?
She looked in the cart for some kind of weapon. She had no intention to leave him.
He approached the two men who turned to him and questioned what he was doing there. He pulled out a digital tablet from his backpack and showed it to one of the men. The other men kept glancing her way.
She felt sweat running down her forehead. She resisted the urge to wipe it off. She didn’t want to make any sudden moves that might look suspicious. What was he showing them?
While one of the men was distracted, StrykER suddenly used some kind of weapon and stunned the other man, making him fall to the ground. He didn’t hesitate to punch the other man and soon he was on
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