A Darker Light #2


Selkina Spaceport Six

Planet: Sarabi

(20 years after The Maghandi Royal Displacement)

Kedis stepped through the spaceport scanner.  She hated the clunky machine, three models too old and making too much noise.  Everything in this spaceport needed upgrading and they had the money flowing through here to do it.  Careful eyes looked at other beings going through the scanners, handing the Nemtura guards bronze colored discs symbolizing the galactic currency.  Pay up enough and you could get anything through this security.

As red lights moved vertically and horizontally across her, she knew what they were checking for.  Unauthorized weapons, biological agents, outlawed surveillance equipment, stolen goods and most importantly a genetic’s check.  They wanted to make sure they weren’t opening a door wide open to a bunch of Imbued.  She held her hands above her head and tolerated the scan, knowing she carried none of those things.  And even if she did, a Maghandi got passes in this part of space.

The long-necked, reptilian customs agent waved her through with a twenty-digit hand.  It lived as one of the many genetically altered creatures employed by the Nemtura to do their menial work.  Kedis felt for the creatures made only to serve.  This particular spaceport, being as large, had thousands of them at work.  Some skittered up metal pillars chasing away flying pests while others kept to corners and along walls looking for the pests that burrowed.  They were the janitors for the Nemtura, created solely to maintain an old spaceport.  Kedis wondered how much it bothered them to know the meaning of the existence and to realize just how small it was.  What did it do to a sentient being to actually know the reason they existed?

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A Darker Light #1


Planet: Kanta (Capital World of The Quisar Systems)

The purple sky choked, rank with the exhaust fumes of slender transport ships moving precious metals from the planet.  Aluminum, bauxite and nickel carried by the tons away from the atmosphere to larger vehicles that would take the materials far away from the gleaming, metallic cities of Kanta.  Vita looked up from her throne, adorned with black and silver spikes, at the fast moving ships.  Anything to keep her mind away from present events.

She grew tired of the long line of executions carried out in the Social Districts of Kanta’s metropolises, but the traitors had to be rooted out and cleansed like the sea scum that washed on the borders of her capital.  Those who stood against her could not be tolerated and the hundreds of Quisan gathered here wanted confirmation of that.  In so many ways she agreed with their sedition, but they did not know the trouble they would bring to their people if she allowed them to succeed.  So she found her middle point and watched each death out of respect for their noble intentions.  The least she could do for them.  Her close proximity to the executed worried her advisors, but a curt word kept them at bay.

As Malkia of The Quisar Systems many demands required her attention.  This swath of death came from darker voices that Vita could not choose to ignore. So she watched as three Tax Captains, resplendent in blue, each walked up to buzzing circular platforms.  Towers of iron, glass, and steel surrounded them, but not a single one looked up.  They knew the freedom that the sky provided and just a glimpse would be a terrible reminder of what they did not have.  Vita wanted so badly to give them what they desired, but it could not be.  She could not lose billions to save a few.   She could not preserve a finger and lose the entire body.

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A Darker Light #0


The door to the bunker closed behind Zari, sweat dripping down his brown skin.  Traversing two miles of forgotten underground sewers on foot took more effort than expected.  Thick, old air in the bunker didn’t go far to help his recovery either.

Standing in front of him as he wiped away fresh sweat were Wordshaper As’Dina and his two nieces, Jarisay and Kedis.  As’Dina’s deep, round brown eyes already knew the truth of what Zari couldn’t bring himself to say.

“They’re coming,” As’Dina said to a stifled nod from Zari.  The Wordshaper turned to his two nieces, five and three.  He bent down to look at them with a smile of necessary comfort.  Zari wondered how he could manage such expression when death wanted all of them.  Despite all the misfortune that befell them, the girls smiled with genuine happiness.

“So my beautiful Princesses, remember how I told you that you going for a ride?” As’Dina asked, his voice full of charm and kindness.  Zari fell in love with the kindness in that voice many times over.   By all the planets in the galaxy, he didn’t want this moment.  He didn’t want any of this.

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