Going Where

GOING WHERE

SHARON FEINSTEIN

 

The Odin Path was approaching the 1st Sector, Earth Sector. No sense flying to it.  Best idea was to relax aboard Khyarm's erssavi until it was in range. As I entered and parked the flyer, I was escorted to the Priority cabin.

 

I took a shower, put back on the same things I'd taken off. When I came out there coffee and cigarettes and a big plate of chicken. I wasn't hungry, so sat smoking, trying to enjoy the coffee, but mostly, trying to squash my rage. It was not easy.

 

There was this;  when Daktoy had use for me, when he wanted me, he could make me feel loved beyond life. When he didn't have use for me, I no longer existed.

 

And I realised this is why I hid what I remembered and fought to stay in stupidness. It wasn't only fear of firing a psi probe and suffering the pain, or in having ugly bits of my past revealed. When I was the mindless Sharon, he couldn't be this machine.  But this machine is who he is when he can be himself.

 

My reflection was interrupted by ZeSha entering, informing me the Odin in range. I put myself together, back to the hangar and flew over.  As I came out I went to A deck.

 

When I see this deck a shiver runs through me; something happened here. I tell myself that when I was Marilyn Moneybags, or one of the other megamillionaire identities, I'd traveled on this ship. And I left it there. Forced myself to leave it there.

 

"Sharon?"

 

I turn to Jill. Guess I was really deep into myself.

 

"What is it Sharon?"

 

"Nothing---memories."

 

"Oh, memories." She repeated like it was a new word.

 

I shook off the past, and went towards the Captain's Office or whatever it's called, her behind me.  She told me everything that had gone on from like day one until now. I drank more coffee, and sort of listened. When she finished I locked the door, and told her about the Applewhyte, Gautier, mostly the Kema.

 

Jill had this kind of smalltown style she never lost. Everything different always set her off. It was like she'd never been no where, seen nothing or done anything.

 

As I spoke, the data got fixed in my mind as to how it happened. The crew of the Gautier were cleverer than 99% of humans I'd met. I'd be doing some serious research on them.

 

"Sharon?"

 

Guess I'm fading out more than usual. I give her a good stare then say; "Jill, the Zees on that planet are in a bad state and you have to get your girls well trained to deal with them--."

 

"My girls?" She sneered. "Those poustie bitches? They act as if touching VeRashians exposes them to leprosy! I can't imagine them looking at Zees in the state you describe."

 

"Oh shit."

 

She shook her head, her perfect hair in perfect place, and continued; "Sharon, I can not believe the way these ini's behave. They act just as human fems having to treat Zees. Maybe even worse."

 

"What about the wives them, the widows of the VeRashians?" I ask.

 

"Hmm, yes, they are possible, Stacy, possible suPadry--"

 

"Jill, how could you take suPadry?"

 

"How could I not?" And she told me how it happened.

 

I better clue her; "Listen, she's going to get iKhyarm alone and rape him. It's all been worked out. eFriundita knows, wiShelfa knows--"

 

"How did you find out?" She pried.

 

"They chat. They chat and I pretend not to understand."

 

"How much....do you..."

 

"Not all that much...just bits. I've had like four puke outs since I left ZerShaz, and think another is due."  

 

She pondered a bit, then asked about iKhyarm and suPadry.

 

" I can't see him dying without heir but still, I'm not fussy for it to happen like that. I can't sit by, know she's gonna rape him and do nothing."

 

"Well, maybe she'll wait..." Jill optimist tried.

 

"As long as they are a light year apart--yeah."

 

"It's quite odd, don't you think?" She inquired.

 

"That it's agreed? It has to be agreed--else everyone is going to get dead. iKhyarm's Aides have to be alerted, so they back off, she has to be licensed to rape him, which has probably been done, and she's got to be watched by someone, like a Dubai or some fem of rank. And the gnadashati has to be specially prepared--so like everyone knows what's going on. You understand that gnadashati is totally illegal and can only be prepared by special decree--?"

 

"What is it, exactly, Sharon, do you know?" She pried. "That drug, the gnad-a-shat-tea?"

 

Yeah, I knew, and I'd tell her; "It's a bastard fiuma, thinner, intoxicating."

 

Then, sort of on par for a virgin she asked: "Have you ever seen it used?"

 

I don't lie much; "Yeah."

 

"You did?" her eyes nearly falling out of head.

 

"Yeah."

 

Well, she was staring like crazy, and me, I explained; "It was on ZerShaz."  Well where else would it be that I would see?  "I heard about it, cause you know them chat a lot and where I am is like Headquarters of chat and I slipped around to where the scene was playing."

 

Since when have I become so chatty? I must be starved for this kind of bullshit conversation.

 

"It happened in the Fortress on the tenth level. A fem brought in some drinks--put them down. The fellow, he was a young fellow, about iKhyarm's age, his wife had died about two years/three years before. So here comes this fem, and she is like, nothing, nothing sexy or anything, and asks him some mundane something as if serving drinks was her duty."

 

I wonder if the fellow realised what it was about?

 

"Sharon?"

 

There I go again into zombie mode. I perk up my vibes, focus on the chat; "Oh, anyway, he drinks the shit and the next thing, he kind of wobbled, it hit him like in maybe thirty seconds. He's in a stupor and she's on him like white on rice."

 

I paused, thinking about it, in a way it was sort of erotic, but the fem was so, well, ugly.

 

"She took him to the bed, undressed him, he didn't resist. He was like out of it, not unconscious, not resisting, just like---I don't know what it's like--anyway she stripped and got on top of him. She did it four times, then, bathed him, anointed him with yelpain, he, dead to the world, now."

 

It was kind of sexy watching her bathe him, I reflect.

 

"When she finished, she covered him, put away his clothing, then she got dressed. She had been naked all this time. Then she took away the bottles, came back with others, and after putting the room to rights, sent for his Aides."

 

"Then what?" She dug.

 

I shrugged; "I left before the Aides came but hear say he woke up about twelve hours later or so and didn't have any memory of last night, didn't feel like anything had happened. The fem disappeared from the city."

 

I tipped my chair, put my feet on the desk; "The fem had the baby, named her after the guy's mother.The baby was taken by his Aunt or some family and 'adopted' so she could legally bear his mother's name."

 

"And with suPadry?" Jill asks.

 

"She would go to live on Xenos with eFriundita. He would adopt the baby--."

 

I thought about it then turned the topic; "Anyway, you didn't bring many of the Odin Crew did you?"

 

"I had to keep most of them."

 

I smile giddily: "Oh goodie, you're going for a mutiny!"

 

"The humans on Bryk were moved to Xenos. The only other humans I have are those from the Ark and I don't know how they'll deal with

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 26.01.2022
ISBN: 978-3-7554-0628-0

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