MotherShip

by Tony Chandler

  “Why don’t our translators work on these ancient Kraaqi proverbs?” Becky looked from Kyle to Jaric in turn.

  “It must be some kind of old, forgotten dialect. That’s a guess.” Jaric shrugged. They turned back to the Kraaqi.

  “Yes.” Sharak’s eyes narrowed as he nodded slowly with agreement.

  Becky looked from Jaric to Kyle, but both remained silent. She looked back to Rok. “What’d you say to change his mind?”

  “An ancient saying of my people. From the mother tongue.” Rok’s eyes became far off. “It means, ‘Even the Rossa will fight, when its children are attacked.’”

  Kyle and Jaric grunted appreciation, as did many of the Kraaqi.

  “Even the tiny Rossa is formidable when its young are threatened,” Sharak added.

  “It is still not enough to defeat the T’kaan,” Kyle said.

  Silence filled the air and the low crackling of the logs suddenly became audible in the absence of any other sound. Rok’s eyes narrowed, as did the other Kraaqi warriors.

  “It will have to be enough,” Rok said.

  “You know it won’t be,” Kyle countered.

  “Listen,” Jaric began. “We’re not talking about simply losing a battle here. We’re trying to tell you that the T’kaan will destroy you, your ships and every single Kraaqi world. Everything and everyone will be killed.” The young man paused as he looked around at the faces of each warrior to make sure his words had sunk in. “You need to ally your forces with the Hrono and the Mewiis in order to defeat the T’kaan.”

  “This!” Rok spat with violence. “This is unthinkable.”

  “Think the unthinkable, First Commander. Your race depends on it,” Becky growled.

  Jaric put his hand on Rok’s shoulder. “Think as a wise leader, Rok, and not simply as a warrior.” Jaric’s eyes pleaded with Rok. “Think as would your wisest leader.”

  Rok straightened. His ebony face was one of silent and intense concentration. Behind him, the low murmuring of the others began to grow.

  “This cannot be,” Sharak said. “We cannot fight with the Hrono. It can never be.”

  “This new enemy is greater than any we have ever known,” Rok said. “We must take this information to the Chieftains.” Suddenly Rok’s face hardened, as though in deep thought.

  “They will agree with me, Kraaqi and Hrono can never fight together,” Sharak said.

  “Perhaps,” Rok began, his face still revealing his inner turmoil.

  “We can’t waste time,” Kyle said. “The T’kaan fleet is bearing down on us. Weeks may be all there is left. Precious weeks.”

  “Is there any Kraaqi leader with vision?” Becky pleaded. “Is there any Kraaqi leader who thinks beyond yesterday?”

  “Rawlon,” Rok whispered.

  “Rawlon,” Becky repeated. “Is he a leader of vision?”

  “He is First Captain of all the Kraaqi. Our greatest leader, our greatest warrior.” Rok stroked his feather-hair in thought. “He is a young leader, youngest Kraaqi to ever become First Captain. And one of vision.”

  “Rawlon is not a Chieftain. We should bring this dire news before the Chieftains first,” Sharak growled.

  Rok turned to Sharak. “Rawlon will know how we should proceed. He will know if this alliance is necessary, or possible.”

  “No!” Sharak spat.

  “ K’deth Kallah. Band’a Ho’Jak Tal. HronKraaqa .” Rok’s eyes burned into Sharak’s.

  “ Pala’tah ,” Sharak sneered. “You speak the words wrong.”

  “No matter, my word stands. We go to Rawlon. We will seek first his wisdom, then we go to the Chieftains.” Rok crossed his burly arms. “Or do you challenge my right as First Commander, Band of the Stars.

  Sharak bared his teeth as he stared straight into Rok’s burning glare. The eyes of the two warriors burned into the other several intense seconds.

  But Sharak did not challenge.

  “Good, go prepare the ships. We leave immediately.” Rok turned. “Break camp,” He shouted to the rest of the warriors.

  “How do we fly out?” Becky waited on Rok as she motioned to Kyle and Jaric to remain still. “We cannot allow our ships to pollute this world. We cannot fly out by our ships.”

  “Well said.” Rok’s expression revealed he was impressed with her words. “I shall call our Frigate. It will put a tractor beam on your fighters and carry them outside the biosphere. There you can safely use your engines.”

  “Good,” Becky said.

  Rok turned to walk to his own ship.

  “Wait, what was the proverb you just spoke from your old tongue?” Jaric asked.

  Rok turned back and smiled. “It is a new proverb - but I used it in the old tongue. One of Rawlon’s.” Rok laughed to himself. “One has to know the Kraaqi to appreciate it. Bands sometime war among themselves for differing reasons. It could be their honor was challenged, or a pact was broken.”

  “Go on,” Kyle urged.

  “At times, a small Band will ally itself with another Band, in order to fight one of the strongest Bands,” Rok said.

  “And that is the saying?” Jaric asked.

  “Not quite,” Rok said. “Rawlon’s proverb is short, but means that at times it is even necessary for two Bands with a long-time hatred to ally themselves in order to defeat a greater Band. A hard thing to accept, but Rawlon’s words are full of vision.”

  “That’s why Sharak said you misinterpreted Rawlon’s proverb,” Jaric said.

  “Yes,” Rok agreed. “Because I intended them not to mean two feuding Bands that need to ally.” Rok nodded his head, his eyes deep in thought a moment. “But that of a Hrono-Kraaqi alliance - ” Rok whispered the last, not believing his own words.

  “Then you, too, as Rawlon, are a leader of vision,” Jaric grinned.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  “We are inside the inner sanctum,” Rok whispered with reverence.

  Kyle looked into the darkness. “I guess we wait now?”

  “Yes, we wait for Rawlon and his staff to convene for their morning session.” Rok stretched his arms, trying to rid himself of the tiredness that suddenly seemed to cover him along with the surrounding darkness. The Kraaqi warrior sat unseen by Kyle, though Kyle could hear his movements and knew Rok was trying to relax his body.

  Kyle eased himself down. “So, why did we sneak onto this world yesterday, Rok? And then after risking our lives, and I mean Jaric’s life, on its surface, you and I simply waltz into the main underground city like any other member of this Band.” Kyle paused, reliving the last twenty-four hours. He had asked Rok this same question already, but Rok had growled with indifference. But now it was only the two of them; the other Kraaqi warriors of Rok’s Band were still at the outskirts of Kalaya, the great underground city, along with Jaric and Becky.

  Kyle hoped he might finally get answer and learn more of these strange warrior people and their traditions.

  Even in the darkness, Kyle knew Rok was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed-still as a shadow. Rok would be holding his head up, listening intently for sounds of the staffs arrival, his ears now his main sense. Most important, his mind would be ready and alert.

  “It is ‘The Way,’” Rok whispered from the darkness.

  Dumb way , Kyle thought. “Well, if we can walk freely into the city, why did we have to land our fighters with such secrecy?” He licked his lips. “Now you’ve sneaked us inside here through some kind of secret entrance, which I would think is known to very few. Or I’d hope so.” Kyle waited.

  “This entrance is known only to the Leaders, the Commanders of all Bands. I was Second, now I am First Commander,” Rok explained. “So I use it now.”

  “But Rawlon does not know another Leader is here,” Kyle said. Even as he finished, almost through the darkness, he could see the Kraaqi’s wry smile.

  “I have side-stepped much protocol, and saved much talk. Most importantly, I have saved us time.” Rok breathed deeply. “I will speak th
ese hard words, these important words, to Rawlon, face to face and eye to eye. He will see that I speak truth.”

  Kyle nodded in the darkness. “And me?”

  “You are hoo-man,” Rok said. “You are the enemy of the T’kaan. He will hear in your words and see in your eyes the same terrible truth that I heard Jaric sing at the ceremony of Brethren.” The darkness became silent as Rok paused. “Rawlon is First Captain, our greatest warlord. He understands war, and will understand the dire implications of this coming new war. With his wisdom, he will see the way in which we should proceed.”

  Kyle tried to rub the tiredness out of his heavy eyes. As his body relaxed, he gave way to a huge yawn.

  Rok remained silent with his own thoughts, but Kyle still had one more question.

  “What about the Chieftains? The other Bands and their Leaders?”.

  Silence answered for several long minutes.

  “Most of the Bands follow Rawlon’s leadership already. They will listen, though this thought of fighting alongside the Hrono will be hard.” Rok paused, letting out a long and loud breath. “Very hard.”

  “And the Chieftains?” Kyle prompted again.

  “The old Chieftains,” Rok said, emphasizing the second word. “They understand their rules and scrolls better than they understand life and war. They will remember the old wars with greater heart than they will be able to comprehend a new, unknown enemy that requires us to throw away the old hatreds.”

  “What will we do?” Kyle asked after the silence had settled again.

  “I will let Rawlon decide,” Rok said. “But I see only two paths. One is that Rawlon’s words, and those leaders of the other Bands joined with his words, will convince the old Chieftains.”

  “And the other path?” Kyle asked into the darkness.

  “We will have to break the horns of all those who oppose.”

  Chapter Thirty

  Jaric watched silently as Becky looked out the window that looked out over the underground city park. These vast underground cities were weird places, but the Kraaqi sure seemed to enjoy their subterranean civilization. He had been surprised when, after all their hiding on the surface those long, treacherous hours in the jungle after they had landed in secrecy, Rok had simply led them to the city’s entrance, flashed his big smile at the guards, and down everyone went...

  It had taken them two days to reach this world, but in that time Rok had shared much about Kraaqi civilization.

  The Kraaqi built their cities underground so as to allow the natural harmony of the planet to remain undisturbed in its wild state above. On their first world, the Kraaqi had built great cities on the surface. But they soon realized that the sprawling metropolises interfered with the natural harmony of the wildlife as their giant structures replaced the natural habitats. To remain at one, the Kraaqi began to build their cities underground - even on that first world. With the discovery of subsequent worlds, all cities were built underground.

  Rok led them to Rawlon’s home world, the home world of his Band. As the first evening settled after they entered the city, Rok and Kyle left on their mission to Rawlon. The rest of their group came to this place, to the well-lit suburbs of Kalaya, the capital city, and the rented rooms of a major hotel.

  That had surprised him, as once the warriors had actually reached this hotel they had simply pulled out their credits and obtained a room while Rok and Kyle continued on separately into the heart of the city as if nothing covert had happened.

  He watched as three of Rok’s Kraaqi warriors became boisterous over a card game they were playing in one corner of the room. For a moment, it looked like they were ready to pull their short daggers out and settle the score with blood, but at the final moment they seemed to agree on the outcome as they slowly returned to their seated positions-laughing and slapping each other on the shoulders as comrades once again.

  Jaric’s thoughts returned to his favorite obsession as the lights of the ceiling danced across Becky’s hair like sunlight on a waterfall as she entered the room.

  He had blown it on the Mewiis ship.

  He clenched his eyes shut with regret.

  “Are you alright?” Becky asked, concern in her voice.

  Jaric smiled at the sweet sound of her voice. He opened his eyes. “I’m - ” he paused. “I’m just stupid, that’s all,” he stated matter-of-factly.

  “An honest man. They’re hard to find these days,” Becky said with a smile.

  Jaric grimaced.

  Becky laughed out loud. With a twinkle in her eyes, she walked up to the couch where Jaric lay stretched on his back. She first put the back of her hand on his forehead, checking him for fever. Satisfied, she then brushed her fingers through his dark hair. “I thought you were a goner for sure back there, Jaric.”

  Jaric rolled his eyes and whistled. “You weren’t the one lying inside its throat either.” He felt himself shiver as he recalled his recent brush with death.

  She leaned closer.

  Jaric’s body stiffened with rising excitement. Is she going to kiss me?

  Instead she sniffed the air around him.

  Jaric sighed audibly.

  “You need to take another shower,” Becky announced with confidence.

  “I’ve already had eight,” Jaric complained.

  “You’ll probably need ten more then,” Becky said. “Whatever that plant predator uses to digest its prey - ” She paused in thought, trying to find just the right word.

  “It stinks,” Jaric finished for her.

  Becky smiled mischievously. “Well, I was going for a more descriptive phrase, one that would explain your distinctive cologne in a more colorful way.”

  Jaric laughed out loud.

  Becky continued, placing her finger next to her forehead for intellectual emphasis. “I would say this most unique aroma you have picked up is best described as a cross between a dead animal...”

  Jaric laughed louder

  “...that’s been dead a about month, mixed with some sun-ripened dung...”

  Jaric’s laughter grew so hard his stomach began to ache with sheer delight.

  “...and some well preserved dinosaur farts, all mixed together thoroughly and then mixed in a bottle of Guantan piss.”

  “In other words, it stinks .” Jaric laughed.

  “Yes, you stink,” Becky added between their laughter.

  Jaric leaned back as his laughter slowly subsided. Of course, he could no longer tell he had any kind of aroma left on his person. His nose had been numb and unable to notice smells since he had been swallowed yesterday-and then quickly vomited back out by the plant predator.

  Becky’s gentle jabs, as well as Rok and Kyle’s not-so-gentle jabs, had already gotten old, and had even begun to wear on his nerves at times.

  Still, there was one side benefit-Becky had not left his side since the Kraaqi had pulled him feet-first out of the predator plant’s bile. Now here they were alone at last. He would have nurtured some kind of romantic hope for their current semi-privacy, except for the embarrassing memory of their last time alone together and his fumbling revelation of love for her.

  “I wish I could take back last time,” Jaric said in a low voice.

  “You mean when you told me that you loved me?” Becky asked.

  He sighed despondently. “Yes, I wish I could take that all back.”

  “What, you mean you don’t love me now?” She placed her hands firmly on her hips as her eyes narrowed.

  “No, no. I still love you. What I mean, well, I wish I could’ve told you in a different way.”

  “You mean without knocking me down and nearly beating me black and blue?”

  Jaric smiled. But it faded when Becky did not smile back. “Yeah, it just turned out all wrong. Nothing like I ever dreamed it would.”

  “Alright, lover boy.” The faintest of smiles flashed across her mouth. “Tell me what every girl wants to hear.”

  Jaric felt his heart begin to pound like a runaway jackhammer. B
eads of sweat suddenly covered his forehead and his mouth went bone dry. “Um,” he began with masculine finesse.

  The young woman raised a single eyebrow knowingly.

  “Um - ” Jaric repeated, still speechless and not exactly sure what every woman wanted to hear.

  “You’re going to blow this again, aren’t you?”

  “No, no,” Jaric blurted. “I’m just making sure I say it right.”

  “I see, thinking before you speak. What a concept.”

  “Yeah, that’s right.”

  “Well, at least you’re thinking again. Okay, let’s forget about what happened on the Mewiis ship.” Becky’s eyes searched his with a sudden intensity. “Just tell me what you feel for me.”

  With her beautiful face suddenly so close to his, as he felt her breath caress his face and her eyes look deeply into his own, Jaric felt his heart begin to beat right out of his chest. Even as he felt his old confidence return, he was overwhelmed with a feeling of déjà vu .

  But Jaric was going to profess his true feelings as he had so many times in his mind-exactly in the way had always dreamed it.

  “I love you,” he said with a confident sincerity.

  Becky smiled at him, like he always knew she would. A smile that was part happiness-part love. Her face bent nearer.

  They kissed tenderly, their lips pressed ever so softly.

  The moment seemed to last forever. Time stood frozen with their mutually held breath. Jaric felt her silky blonde hair fall around each side of his face with tantalizing softness. Finally, as their faces parted and their eyes opened, the beating of the other’s heart was easily audible.

  “I love you, too,” Becky whispered.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  The sounds of marching footsteps echoed from the darkness of the stone walls.

  Kyle heard Rok begin to stir himself from his light slumber, still crouched and ready like a true Kraaqi warrior. Kyle’s eyes had adjusted during the night and he could barely discern Rok’s shadowy form directly across from him.

  Kyle rose from where he had rested his shoulder against the wall in a half-crouching posture.