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else on the planet. If we call in Space Command, there's no telling how much damage they might do to this facility with one of their typical, clumsy, heavy-fisted investigations.”
“I agree with Barbara,” Doctor Dakshiku Vlashsku said, his skin color flashing uncontrollably in shades of red and orange. “We have no idea what's going on down there. The equipment is obviously doing something. It could be manufacturing a biological weapon of mass destruction, or building momentum to launch existing, buried weapons all over the planet. What if we're responsible for the destruction of another dig site staff? Or all of them?”
“Dakshiku,” Doctor Anthony Ramilo said, “calm yourself. As Edward has said, there's no evidence of anything dangerous going on. We've found no indications of power generation or use outside of this facility, nor evidence of anything like missiles.”
“Then why did this facility attack us?!” Doctor Vlashsku asked. “What happened to us inside that chamber after we were paralyzed? What was the purpose of the green gas that was released into the chamber? I don't believe for a second that it was an anesthesia procedure for patients being prepped for surgery.”
“And we haven't been able to get the other doors open in this facility,” Doctor Huften said. “For all we know, they could be missile silos. Dakshiku doesn't know how he got the first one opened, and we've all stood in front of the doors for hours, shouting commands at them until we're hoarse. There could be something very sinister happening behind those doors. I vote that we call in Space Command.”
“The vote has already been taken a dozen times. It's evenly split, and as site director I choose not to call them in just yet. If something happens to change the situation, I'll send the message immediately. Until then let's continue to monitor the gauges and carry on the work of trying to translate the symbols in the floor. If we can determine what this equipment does, it could be the most significant archeological discovery in the past five hundred years.”
“But will any of us be left alive to tell the tale?” Doctor Vlashsku asked morbidly.
* * *
When the time arrived for the Nordakian delegation to return to their planet, Jenetta and the Galactic Alliance senators accompanied them to the flight bay. One shuttle remained behind to take Jenetta and the three handmaidens to the surface once she had been properly prepared. As the senators returned to their VIP accommodations, Jenetta walked somberly back to her quarters on A deck.
The Marine sentry, still posted outside her door when Jenetta arrived, came to attention as she approached and entered her quarters. The unmistakable sounds of laughter and giggling could be heard coming from her bedroom so she crossed her sitting room in silence and listened for a moment at the open door. The three Nordakian women were sitting on the bed as they examined the clothes from the suitcases that Jenetta kept on the floor of her closet. Sent to her by the Raider commandant, Mikel Arneu, the clothes reflected the lifestyle she'd been expected to follow as a mindless nympho in a kinky sex palace among the stars. Captain Kanes had examined the contents of the suitcases and filed a report with his Intelligence Section. He told Jenetta that since the sender was certainly not expecting favorable treatment for the 'gift', and since they had little monetary value, she could keep or dispose of them as she wished. Kanes kept the note that came with them. Following Jenetta's escape from the Raiders, she'd received hypnotherapy to reverse the earlier attempts at brainwashing, but something made her keep the clothes instead of disposing of them. What probably tickled the three Nordakian women was that the clothes were so tight that Jenetta could barely walk in them, and the shoes and boots all had heels that were almost thirteen centimeters tall.
Feeling a little guilty about eavesdropping, Jenetta faked a
“I agree with Barbara,” Doctor Dakshiku Vlashsku said, his skin color flashing uncontrollably in shades of red and orange. “We have no idea what's going on down there. The equipment is obviously doing something. It could be manufacturing a biological weapon of mass destruction, or building momentum to launch existing, buried weapons all over the planet. What if we're responsible for the destruction of another dig site staff? Or all of them?”
“Dakshiku,” Doctor Anthony Ramilo said, “calm yourself. As Edward has said, there's no evidence of anything dangerous going on. We've found no indications of power generation or use outside of this facility, nor evidence of anything like missiles.”
“Then why did this facility attack us?!” Doctor Vlashsku asked. “What happened to us inside that chamber after we were paralyzed? What was the purpose of the green gas that was released into the chamber? I don't believe for a second that it was an anesthesia procedure for patients being prepped for surgery.”
“And we haven't been able to get the other doors open in this facility,” Doctor Huften said. “For all we know, they could be missile silos. Dakshiku doesn't know how he got the first one opened, and we've all stood in front of the doors for hours, shouting commands at them until we're hoarse. There could be something very sinister happening behind those doors. I vote that we call in Space Command.”
“The vote has already been taken a dozen times. It's evenly split, and as site director I choose not to call them in just yet. If something happens to change the situation, I'll send the message immediately. Until then let's continue to monitor the gauges and carry on the work of trying to translate the symbols in the floor. If we can determine what this equipment does, it could be the most significant archeological discovery in the past five hundred years.”
“But will any of us be left alive to tell the tale?” Doctor Vlashsku asked morbidly.
* * *
When the time arrived for the Nordakian delegation to return to their planet, Jenetta and the Galactic Alliance senators accompanied them to the flight bay. One shuttle remained behind to take Jenetta and the three handmaidens to the surface once she had been properly prepared. As the senators returned to their VIP accommodations, Jenetta walked somberly back to her quarters on A deck.
The Marine sentry, still posted outside her door when Jenetta arrived, came to attention as she approached and entered her quarters. The unmistakable sounds of laughter and giggling could be heard coming from her bedroom so she crossed her sitting room in silence and listened for a moment at the open door. The three Nordakian women were sitting on the bed as they examined the clothes from the suitcases that Jenetta kept on the floor of her closet. Sent to her by the Raider commandant, Mikel Arneu, the clothes reflected the lifestyle she'd been expected to follow as a mindless nympho in a kinky sex palace among the stars. Captain Kanes had examined the contents of the suitcases and filed a report with his Intelligence Section. He told Jenetta that since the sender was certainly not expecting favorable treatment for the 'gift', and since they had little monetary value, she could keep or dispose of them as she wished. Kanes kept the note that came with them. Following Jenetta's escape from the Raiders, she'd received hypnotherapy to reverse the earlier attempts at brainwashing, but something made her keep the clothes instead of disposing of them. What probably tickled the three Nordakian women was that the clothes were so tight that Jenetta could barely walk in them, and the shoes and boots all had heels that were almost thirteen centimeters tall.
Feeling a little guilty about eavesdropping, Jenetta faked a
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