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faces turned towards the scholars, levelling powerful-looking laser rifles at their shocked faces.
Thushlar collapsed, clutching his chest. Deem, the old Derrilian scholar, caught him before he hit the ground.
John backed across the floor towards his classmates, unable to take his eyes off the scene outside the pyramid. The attack had happened so quickly, it felt like his brain was still trying to catch up.
“What are you waiting for, John, you idiot . Get us out of here!” shrieked Mordant.
The words acted like a kick-start. “No!” John yelled as he turned back, pointing wildly at the scholars of Kerallin. “We can’t just leave them.”
Mordant stood, his face red with rage, tentacles thrashing at the air. “Not this time!” he shrieked. “You’re not going to try and be the hero this time. The scholars ordered us to get away. We have to go. NOW !”
“They need help!” John shouted back. “We have to stay.”
“Mordant is right,” yelled Werril. “We can’t fight armed soldier droids, and the scholars told us to go.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” said Lishtig. The purple-haired boy crossed the floor to stand at John’s side. “On my world, we don’t leave friends in trouble.”
“And on my world, we don’t get caught up in trouble that’s none of our business!” shouted Mordant, enraged. “Especially when no one wants us to get involved.”
Suddenly, everyone was shouting at once.
“Maybe we should get help!” yelled Bareon.
“It will take too long. The scholars need our help now!” replied Queelin urgently.
“We can’t fight soldier droids,” insisted Mordant.
“I can,” said Gobi-san-Art, crossing huge arms that looked like they’d been carved from granite.
“ STOP IT ! STOP SHOUTING!” Kaal bellowed.
Silence descended, as every student turned to the Derrilian. “Whatever we do, we need to make a decision fast,” he said. “Fighting among ourselves isn’t going to help them.” He pointed. Outside, the droids were advancing on the scholars, herding them into a group.
“We’ll vote,” Emmie cut in. “Everyone for staying.” Her own hand was in the air instantly. John, Kaal, Lishtig, Gobi, Raytanna, and Queelin voted to stay. After a few moments, Bareon put his hand in the air.
“Everyone for leaving,” said Emmie. Mordant Talliver and seven others raised hands, tentacles, and claws.
“Eight versus eight,” said Emmie. “Who hasn’t voted?”
Kritta Askin-Tarsos clicked her insect-like mouthparts nervously, turning her huge compound eyes from Emmie to Mordant.
“It’s all down to you then, Kritta,” said Emmie. “You have to make a decision.”
“What would the headmaster want you to do?” John added.
Silence.
Then, in a timid voice, Kritta said, “We stay.”
Chapter 9
“Keep down. Stay out of sight,” John whispered over his shoulder. Ahead, the pyramid’s wall rippled. The circular door opened silently. Pressing himself against the wall to one side and holding his breath, John peered round. Now, he could hear as well as see what was happening outside.
The soldier droids were twenty-five metres away, facing the scholars. Red armour gleamed in the bright sunlight.
“Line up. No sudden movements. Any attempts to escape will be met with extreme force,” droned one in a flat, electronic voice.
Many of the elderly scholars looked frightened and bewildered as they formed a line. Nevertheless, John noted a few who seemed more angry than scared. From their faces, John guessed that Deem and metal-faced Silva would have preferred to fight.
Good . Maybe we’ll have some help .
“This is madness. You’re going to get us all killed.”
“Shut up, Mordant,” hissed Emmie. “The cloaking device is on so they don’t know we’re here. Let’s keep it that way for now.”
Keeping low, John turned back to his classmates. “Anyone know where these droids came from or what they want?” he asked.
“There are always a few rogue
Thushlar collapsed, clutching his chest. Deem, the old Derrilian scholar, caught him before he hit the ground.
John backed across the floor towards his classmates, unable to take his eyes off the scene outside the pyramid. The attack had happened so quickly, it felt like his brain was still trying to catch up.
“What are you waiting for, John, you idiot . Get us out of here!” shrieked Mordant.
The words acted like a kick-start. “No!” John yelled as he turned back, pointing wildly at the scholars of Kerallin. “We can’t just leave them.”
Mordant stood, his face red with rage, tentacles thrashing at the air. “Not this time!” he shrieked. “You’re not going to try and be the hero this time. The scholars ordered us to get away. We have to go. NOW !”
“They need help!” John shouted back. “We have to stay.”
“Mordant is right,” yelled Werril. “We can’t fight armed soldier droids, and the scholars told us to go.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” said Lishtig. The purple-haired boy crossed the floor to stand at John’s side. “On my world, we don’t leave friends in trouble.”
“And on my world, we don’t get caught up in trouble that’s none of our business!” shouted Mordant, enraged. “Especially when no one wants us to get involved.”
Suddenly, everyone was shouting at once.
“Maybe we should get help!” yelled Bareon.
“It will take too long. The scholars need our help now!” replied Queelin urgently.
“We can’t fight soldier droids,” insisted Mordant.
“I can,” said Gobi-san-Art, crossing huge arms that looked like they’d been carved from granite.
“ STOP IT ! STOP SHOUTING!” Kaal bellowed.
Silence descended, as every student turned to the Derrilian. “Whatever we do, we need to make a decision fast,” he said. “Fighting among ourselves isn’t going to help them.” He pointed. Outside, the droids were advancing on the scholars, herding them into a group.
“We’ll vote,” Emmie cut in. “Everyone for staying.” Her own hand was in the air instantly. John, Kaal, Lishtig, Gobi, Raytanna, and Queelin voted to stay. After a few moments, Bareon put his hand in the air.
“Everyone for leaving,” said Emmie. Mordant Talliver and seven others raised hands, tentacles, and claws.
“Eight versus eight,” said Emmie. “Who hasn’t voted?”
Kritta Askin-Tarsos clicked her insect-like mouthparts nervously, turning her huge compound eyes from Emmie to Mordant.
“It’s all down to you then, Kritta,” said Emmie. “You have to make a decision.”
“What would the headmaster want you to do?” John added.
Silence.
Then, in a timid voice, Kritta said, “We stay.”
Chapter 9
“Keep down. Stay out of sight,” John whispered over his shoulder. Ahead, the pyramid’s wall rippled. The circular door opened silently. Pressing himself against the wall to one side and holding his breath, John peered round. Now, he could hear as well as see what was happening outside.
The soldier droids were twenty-five metres away, facing the scholars. Red armour gleamed in the bright sunlight.
“Line up. No sudden movements. Any attempts to escape will be met with extreme force,” droned one in a flat, electronic voice.
Many of the elderly scholars looked frightened and bewildered as they formed a line. Nevertheless, John noted a few who seemed more angry than scared. From their faces, John guessed that Deem and metal-faced Silva would have preferred to fight.
Good . Maybe we’ll have some help .
“This is madness. You’re going to get us all killed.”
“Shut up, Mordant,” hissed Emmie. “The cloaking device is on so they don’t know we’re here. Let’s keep it that way for now.”
Keeping low, John turned back to his classmates. “Anyone know where these droids came from or what they want?” he asked.
“There are always a few rogue
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