by James Somers
of the neurotoxin. When the time was right, they would have a very serious talk about the true nature of their relationship and an honest discussion of how they felt for one another.
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Resnior watched the alarm on the transgate with frustration. This wasn’t his station and he wasn’t quite sure how to silence the alarm. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with the new equipment, just a finicky piece of hardware wanting to have its parameters set, or shutdown or something.
“Where did Merin go? He’s been gone for hours and he’s the only one trained on the shutdown procedures for the transgate until Orikel comes on tonight.”
“I think Grod sent him on some errand to the incinerator,” said one of the other techs in the control room. “But that was hours ago.”
“Well, someone needs to take care of shutting this thing down. I’m not messing around with it. I’m going to see if I can find him.”
Resnior got up from his station and walked out of the control room and found the lift to take him down to the incinerator. When he came down the main corridor he found the debris port was open. There was a metal container on the floor next to the port, but no Merin. He walked over to the container, which was open laying on its side. On the ground was some sort of oily residue. Resnior bent down to examine it. He noticed that there was also blood mingled with it.
When he stood and turned to return to the lift, Merin was standing there almost on top of him. Resnoir only had a moment before Merin caught his head in his hands and snapped his neck. His body fell to the ground.
Merin tapped the switch to open the disposal chamber with his elbow. He hoisted Resnoir’s body up and pushed him inside the incinerator. Merin picked up the metal container from the floor that he had carried the symbyte tissue in and threw the empty casing inside with Resnior’s body.
After shutting the chamber door again, Merin switched the incinerator on and turned to leave. He reached down on his abdomen and began to close the uniform shirt he wore. Underneath it, fluid from the symbyte tissue began to bleed through the cloth. He covered it up with his vestment and walked to the lift, letting the doors close behind him. A Horva wasn’t ideal for Lucin. Another body would have to be found before the man’s natural defenses could respond. Fortunately this planet had many to offer.
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