Avenging Angel
By Noailiat
The sequel to Kran’s Fall: Kira’s Struggle
Chapter One
A little over
twelve months after the ISV-Kran crash-landed near the grand Sunspire Mountain
in a rugged, cliffy part of the ancient Nali planet, the Avenging Angel of the
Nali stood looking through a castle window at the expansive plains outside. It
was a sunny summer evening on this naturally beautiful world, and outside the
castle, hawks wheeled in the sky while the local rabbits hopped around in the
grass.
Kira Argmanov
was remembering the terrible events that had brought her to this place. For on
this day, a year ago by Earth time, she and her fiancé Nikolai Onalopov were to
be married. That is, had the gravitational field of the uncharted Nali planet
not intervened, causing her to be stranded here and captured by the Skaarj,
while her fiancé and best friend were killed in pursuit of her captors. She
looked down a little and fingered the handle of the assault rifle that she was
dangling from her left hand. A lot had happened in the last year. After her
friends and lover had been slaughtered, she had decided to abandon her history
with Earth and stay here to help the Nali fight off their cruel oppressors.
Getting the Nali to fight had been no easy feat, but she had taught a group of
monks the arts of warfare as best she could, and she and her band of brave
resistance fighters had left their bluff monastery on a quest to liberate the
planet.
Systematically,
Kira and her band of fighters had cleared out every Skaarj installation they
had come upon. It hadn’t been an easy journey, and Kira had lost many good Nali
friends along the way… but she had also made new ones, for as they liberated
Nali villages occupied by the Skaarj, their party had gained members who saw
the veracity of her cause.
Now she was
here. Kira and her band of fighters, having destroyed slew after slew of Skaarj
occupation forces, had settled at an abandoned castle in the plains of the Na
Lati coast, a world away from the mountainous ranges where the ISV-Kran had
crashed all those months ago.
Kira and the
others had been living here for about a month. In the months prior to their
settlement here, the number of Skaarj they had encountered had slackened off,
as if their grip on the planet was weakening. And suddenly, they were gone; The
Nali of the villages the travellers passed through told joyously of the
departure of the terrible Sky Demons some time previously. They told that the
sins of the Nali had been forgiven, and that the gods had recalled their minions.
To Kira and her followers, the reality was different. The Skaarj had fled. With
their numbers being whittled down, and their Mothership (so they had
discovered) abandoned and decaying, the Skaarj had returned to their home world
– occupying this planet wasn’t worth the losses any more. And so Kira and her
followers had settled in this place, and so far it had been relatively
peaceful.
Occasionally,
the castle came under attack by the odd band of Mercenaries, cyborg beings from
a federation who set out to loot primitive planets of their natural and
biological resources. On each of these occasions, Kira and her followers fended
off the attacks with accustomed skill and resilience. On one occasion, a rogue
band of Krall had arrived at the castle gates, led by a Krall whom Kira
recognised as Hrang, her old jailer and tormentor from when she had been a
prisoner of the Skaarj at the Bluff Eversmoking monastery. The group of Krall
had made a token gesture to take over the castle, but when they had seen the resolve
with which Kira and the band of Nali were willing to defend their home, their
attack soon faltered. Now, these Krall guarded the castle gates for Kira and
her followers, in exchange for food and for accommodation in the castle’s
cellars.
So here she
was, staring out of the window of her large bedchamber, and remembering the
past. But then she checked herself. What lay in the past lay in the past. Life
went on, and the future was what lay ahead.
Kira was
distracted from her contemplations by a rustle from the curtain that covered
the entrance to her bedchamber. She looked round and saw a pair of green eyes
peeping round the edge of the drape. Kira smiled.
“Come in,
Kuuna.” Kira said to the new arrival. Kuuna was one of Kira’s oldest Nali
friends – he had been the brother of Bluff Eversmoking monks Kruun and Kriin.
Both were now dead, but Kruun had been the brave Nali who had freed her from
Skaarj imprisonment at the expense of his own life. Kira would be forever
indebted to Kruun for this act.
Kuuna pushed
the curtain aside and entered the chamber.
“You have
been very quiet today.” He said to Kira. Kira looked round and smiled.
“I’ve just
been remembering the past.” She said.
“Your
friends?” Kuuna enquired.
“Yes. They
died trying to save me.”
“I know,”
Kuuna put an arm round Kira’s shoulder, “but they have gone to a better place.
They are with the Gods of the Good Lore now.”
“You’re
right. But what happens now? The Skaarj are gone… yet I still don’t feel that
I’ve avenged their deaths.”
“Our quest
will never truly be over. Should darkness ever return to this planet, we must
be here to dispel it. Take a walk with me. You’ll feel better afterwards.”
Kira and her
friend left the bedchamber and stepped into a small stone hall outside. From
there, a narrow spiral staircase descended clockwise, past another small hall,
soon arriving in the large main dining hall of the castle. They crossed the
plush blue carpet, passing the large stone table with its twenty-six seats, and
proceeded through a large double door into the front atrium of the castle. From
there, steps descended into the walled grounds of the fortress, through which
Hrang’s band of Krall guards paced up and down on patrol.
They turned
right and walked through the grounds. Soon they came to a stream, which ran
beneath the outer wall of the fortress and was the castle’s main water supply.
Kira knelt down and had a drink from the stream, then washed her face. She did
feel a little better after that.
Chapter Two
There was a
sudden disturbance on top of the outer wall. Kira looked up as one of the Krall
guards cried out something in its croaky language and started waving its
concussion staff around madly. Another Krall on the wall sprinted along to the
location of the first and looked in the direction the first was pointing. The
two began talking animatedly. Kuuna was already pegging it across the grounds
to the nearest staircase to the top of the wall, so Kira set off in pursuit,
startling a grazing Nali rabbit, which hopped into the stream with a splash.
As Kuuna and
Kira scrambled up the top step and onto the wall, there was a deafening roar as
a space ship of some kind flew low at high speed right over their heads. Kuuna
put his hands to the ears, and the Krall uttered curses in their guttural
voices. As quickly as it had come, the ship was gone, disappearing over the
tops of the foothills to the south.
“What was that?”
Kuuna gasped.
Kira was
looking at the hilltops where the ship had disappeared.
“I don’t
know,” she said, “it wasn’t a design of ship that I recognised.”
“What should
we do about it?”
“I think we
should check it out. Take a party of three and head in the direction it flew
in. See if you can find where it’s landed, who was on it and what its
intentions are.”
Kuuna nodded.
“I’ll set off
tonight.”
Some days
later, Kira was pacing round the main dining hall, crossing as she paced
through the beams of coloured sunlight which streamed from the stained glass
windows on the outer wall of the room, at the far end from the main doors,
shining clearly through the floating dust. Three days had passed since Kuuna
and three other Nali had set off southwards in search of the landing site of
the strange ship, and there had been no sign of his return.
What had
happened to Kuuna? Kira entertained a harrowing picture of Kuuna strung up in a
darkened cell in a cold alien ship. Had he fallen from a cliff whilst on the
run from hostile alien forces? Or maybe he was just taking his time. Whichever
way, Kira was anxiously awaiting news of his return. She wanted to know who had
landed to the south, and her friend was the only one who could give her the
answer.
Kira paused
in her pacing as Hrang, leader of the Krall guards, stepped in through the
dining hall doors.
“My guards
wanted to inform you,” Hrang announced, “that they have sighted a band of three
Nali approaching from the south. They believe it is Kuuna and two of his
party.”
“Thanks.”
Kira replied, with a nod, and a sense of relief. Kuuna and two of his party had
returned. But where was the third?
Hrang left
the dining hall. Kira followed him, stepping out into the evening sun and
heading for the steps to the wall above the main front gates, which opened out
to the west, the coast behind the castle to the east. She looked southwards and
saw the three Nali crossing the plain in the distance. She smiled with relief,
and then descended the wall steps, instructing one of the Krall guards to make
preparations for their return.
It was some
time later when Kira finally had a chance to question Kuuna. When he and his
party had returned, he had been exhausted, and he had somehow received several
bruises, a burn on his chest, and some worryingly familiar slash-marks on his
upper left arm. Kira had instructed Kuuna and the other two to wash and take a
rest before trying to tell her any details. Kuuna had complied without
complaint.
Now, Kira
encountered Kuuna in the dining hall, and he looked a lot better than he had on
his return. Kira had asked Kuuna if he was ready to talk, and Kuuna had replied
yes.
“So… what
happened? Who was it?” She asked. Kuuna sat down at a chair.
“It was the
Skaarj.” Kuuna replied, “It seems they have returned.”
Kira looked
levelly at Kuuna, and sat down herself.
“Why are they
here? What is there here for them now?” She asked. Kuuna’s reply was one word.
“You.”
“They’re here
for me?” she asked.
“They want to
colonise the planet again,” Kuuna replied, “but they want you, and the rest of
us, out of the way first. We encountered them in a Nali town. They almost
killed us all, but in the end the three of us got away.”
“I see…” Kira
said.
“Surely we
must leave this place?” Kuuna said, “If the Skaarj are after your head, we are
a sitting target here.”
“No.” Kira
replied.
“So what are
we going to do?”
“The same
thing we did before…” Kira said, “We’ll have to find their ship, and not leave
until every one of those creatures is dead. Then, maybe the home planet will
get the message that this planet just isn’t worth their colonising.”
Kira arose
from her seat.
“We should rest
now… we’ll be leaving tomorrow at first light.” Kira said.
Chapter Three
So at first
light, Kira stood at the main gates of the castle with a selected party of
three Nali. Kuuna was one of them, and with him were the two other Nali who had
returned from the previous mission. One of these two Nali was Huratha, a
strong, dependable Nali townsperson from the harbour town of Na Lati to the
east, whose feet normally stayed on the ground. The other was one of the Bluff
Eversmoking monks, and an old friend to Kira, who went by the name of Juura.
Juura had also lost a brother during the Skaarj occupation of their monastery,
and although timid, was committed to the cause the resistance movement had
followed.
Over the
night some of Kira’s other followers had packed supplies for the band to carry.
They now each wore a tough backpack made from the roughly woven fibre of the
local Tintsaea plant, and each backpack contained a blanket, a variety of
foodstuffs, gourds of water, some bandages, and a supply of the dried, powdered
form of the berries of the local healing plant. To complete their equipment,
each of them carried a couple of weapons and a supply of ammo.
Kuuna was
instructing one of the Krall guards about things that were to be attended to in
their absence, but now the discussion seemed to be drawing to a close. Kuuna
turned to look at Kira.
“I think we
can leave now.” he told Kira.
Kira looked
at the other Nali who were to travel with them. Huratha and Juura nodded their
agreement.
“Okay, let’s
move out.” She announced.
The Krall
guard pulled a lever, which opened the main castle gates. In single file, Kira,
Kuuna and the others stepped out onto the earth beyond and set off southwards
once more towards the foothills as the early sun lit the sky with a tinge of
red.
It was a long
day, walking across the scrubby plains, and by dusk it saw the four travellers
set up camp in an open grassy clearing, with the foothills now not so far away
to the south. Kira fell asleep under the gradually appearing stars as the light
faded and the campfire crackled at her feet.
It was some
time later when Kira was awakened by a rustling nearby. It was fully dark now,
but, upon looking slowly up, she could clearly see a small, reptilian creature
sniffing around in the light of the dwindling campfire. It looked like a small
dinosaur. It was nosing around Huratha’s backpack, perhaps scenting the Nali
rabbit meat within. Kira reached out to the left and gently shook the
slumbering form of Kuuna. Kuuna stirred and awoke. Kira hushed him before he
could say anything.
“There’s a
strange creature investigating Huratha’s pack. Do you recognise it?” She
whispered to the Nali. Kuuna looked across at the creature.
“No, I do
not.” Kuuna whispered back. The creature looked up from the backpack and
regarded them with a beady eye.
“Do you think
it’s hostile?” Kira asked, being careful not to move too fast.
“Hard to
tell,” Kuuna replied, “but it looks like a carnivore.”
Juura began
to stir on his blanket.
“No, not
now…” Kira whispered apprehensively. The back of Juura’s head was only inches
from the small creature’s face.
Juura opened
his eyes and rolled over, coming face to face with the small carnivore. His
eyes widened with surprise, and with a shocked “Qupada”, Juura sat up in a flash,
startling the creature. The creature uttered a scream, and ran away.
Kira breathed
a sigh of relief. She had been expecting the reaction to be a lot nastier.
“What was
that?” Juura asked, panting.
“We don’t
know.” Kira replied. Huratha stirred on his own blanket, uttering something in
the Nali language that Kira’s translator didn’t pick up, and began to awake.
“It looked
quite a nasty little creature,” Juura said, “I’m glad it ran away.”
Huratha sat
up and enquired what was going on. From somewhere more distant there was the
sound of the creature screaming again, echoed by another scream some way
further off.
“We were just
being investigated by a small reptile, but it ran away. I can still hear it
calling in the distance.” Kira informed Huratha.
There was
another scream, now not so distant. Then, two more screams from slightly
different bearings. Then three of the small reptiles burst into the campsite at
once, growling. Quickly standing up, Kira reached automatically for the
dispersion pistol strapped to her belt and activated it.
The others
followed suit, standing up to face the creatures. The creatures descended as a
pack on Juura and started biting at his ankles. Juura yelped in pain, reaching
for a knife attached to his loincloth, and jumping backwards to avoid the
vicious small creatures’ jaws.
Kira raised
her dispersion pistol and took a pot shot at one of the three creatures. It
cried out in irritation and pain, turning to attack Kira instead. The other two
creatures paused in momentary disorientation. Huratha, also armed with a knife,
pounced on one of the two creatures and grabbed it around the neck, swiftly
slitting its throat.
Kuuna
delivered a kick to the other creature that was attacking Juura, while Kira
finished off the creature that had turned on herself. Realising that its
companions were both dead, the creature kicked by Kuuna screeched and pelted
off through the undergrowth back out into the darkened plain.
Helping Juura
to bandage his bitten leg, Kuuna asked, “What do you think they were?”
“Some kind of
pack hunting creature, I guess.” Kira replied. Huratha scrambled to his feet,
wiping the blood of the pack hunter he had slain off his hand on to a nearby
plant.
“I recall
seeing something like that before, when I was a child.” he said, “I was playing
in a clearing just outside Na Lati town with a friend, and a couple of them
arrived at the fringes of the clearing and just stood there, watching us. They
gave us the creeps, so we headed back home. But I haven’t seen one in many a cycle.”
“So are they
native to this planet?” Kira asked.
“I think they
probably are.” Huratha replied.
Kuuna had
finished bandaging Juura’s leg, and was applying a small amount of the powdered
healing fruit to the area around the bandaged wound.
“Juura needs
to rest now. He should be able to walk by the morning.” He said.
“Okay, let’s
try to get some more sleep. I guess we’ll have another long day ahead of us
tomorrow.” Kira said.
Huratha
volunteered to stay on guard in case the pack hunters returned. Able then to
relax, Kira and the others lay down once more and tried to get to sleep.
Chapter Four
At first
light, the travellers awoke to find Huratha slumbering at his post. But there
had been no evident return of the pack hunting creatures, so they put their
possessions in their backpacks and set off across the plains once more.
By midday,
Kira’s party had reached the foothills, negotiating their slopes and then the
ridges of the steeper hills beyond which formed the lower peaks of a large
mountain range. At this point, Kuuna had indicated that they were near their
destination.
Kira led the
climb up a rocky mountain trail. They had been following the line of a cliff
for some time, but now the trail sloped steeply upwards, taking them to the top
of the cliff, onto a narrow, flat ridge with a view of a shallow valley beyond.
Nestled in the valley was a large Nali village.
“Avenati
Town.” Kuuna announced, “This is where my party was attacked by the Skaarj.”
Kira surveyed
the view. In the centre of the town, a grass clearing had at its centre a tall
statue of a Nali with its arms spread out wide, set high upon a pedestal in the
middle of a large water fountain. Around this fountain were clustered a variety
of market stalls, although from this distance and elevation, Kira and the
others could not tell what the stalls were selling. Nali could be seen going
about their business, buying produce at the shops and carrying it away in rough
sacks.
Not so far
away from their vantage point and more steeply below them, were clustered the
modest houses in which the Nali lived. Some had smoke emerging from their
chimneys, suggesting warm, open fires within. Directly below them at a base of
a sheer cliff was a small paved square with a tree at its centre. In this square
stood a small church, and a building with large double doors and a swinging
sign which could only be an inn.
“I don’t see
any Skaarj.” Juura said.
“No…” Kuuna
agreed, “The Skaarj must have left again. There weren’t enough of them to
establish any kind of tactical control.”
“I suggest we
go to that inn,” Kira said, pointing down at the building below, “Maybe they
can answer some of our questions.”
Kuuna lead
the others along the ridge, shortly arriving at the top of a sloping trail that
traversed the cliff, descending towards the inn square. The four of them walked
down the slope, warming up, as they were sheltered from the mountaintop breeze.
Soon they arrived in the square, and were able to observe the scene from ground
level.
The inn was
an old stone building. Round stained glass windows to either side flanked the
double doors at its front. Above the door, the roof sloped from low edges up to
a point at the top. At the far end of the building, a chimney stood at the
centre of the pitch, the smoke rising from it scenting the air with a pleasant
smell of burning logs.
The church
was little more than a chapel; there must have been others in the village to
accommodate all the worshippers. But none the less, it had its own small spire
with a belfry beneath it, in which were housed a pair of bells. A couple of
houses stood at the third side of the square, while the cliff stood behind
them. Small lanes wound off between the buildings, but the main thoroughfare
out of the square was a wide road that led off past the inn towards the centre
of the settlement.
The
travellers opened the doors of the inn, which Kuuna explained was called “The
Cow’s Head”, and stepped inside. It took a moment to adjust to the sudden
darkness compared to the midday sun outside, but soon Kira was able to discern
the tables and stone pillars of the atmospherically lantern-lit establishment
they had entered. Between the round stained glass windows that flanked the
room, exotic and colourful tapestries were hung on the walls. A warm log fire
blazed in the grate at the far end of the chamber, while a bar was located in
the far left corner. In the far right hand corner, a steep staircase ascended
to an upper level in the roof space of the establishment.
Kira led the
Nali to the bar, where the bartender was polishing a glass.
“Can I help
you?” the Nali asked, looking up.
“Yes, we were
wondering if you could provide us with a room where we could rest tonight.”
“Certainly…”
the Nali began.
“And some
information.” Kira interrupted.
“What do you
want to know?”
Kuuna leaned
over the bar and spoke quietly to the bartender.
“What
happened to the Skaarj? The ones who visited a couple of days ago. There was a
fight.”
“Yes, I
remember.” The bartender said with consternation, “I don’t know where they
went, they just left.”
“We believe
they are searching for us. Once they capture or kill us, they will set about
re-taking this planet.”
“Are you
sure?” the bartender replied, looking scared.
“Certain.”
Kira replied. “We want to know where they are based, so we can take the fight
to them and send them away again.”
“I’m afraid I
do not know. Maybe the traders at the market will be able to help you. But they
will be packing up their stalls now. Stop by in the morning.”
“Thank you.”
Kira replied with a smile, “Now how about that room?”
Chapter Five
It must have
been at around midnight when Kira was awakened from her slumber by a loud
banging at the door of the modest room the travellers were sharing in the roof
spaces of the inn. Juura was already awake in the darkness, and looking in fear
at the door. The others were just starting to stir in their beds. Kira sat up,
removing the rough blanket from on top of her. Juura was trembling.
“It is the
Skaarj.” He whimpered, “I heard their voices.”
Kira, Kuuna
and Huratha reached for their weapons. Juura watched for a few moments more,
and then tentatively drew his dispersion pistol. Kira had chosen her assault
rifle, while Huratha and Kuuna wielded ASMDs.
“Are you
ready for this? Kira asked, keeping her eyes on the door. Kuuna and Huratha
nodded. Then, there was a sickening crunch as the door parted with its hinges
and fell inwards, crushing Kuuna’s backpack, which lay at the foot of his bed.
Framed in the doorway, backed by light from the lanterns in the corridor, was
the hulking figure of a Skaarj assassin.
Without
saying a word, the Skaarj fired a single shot at Kira, the energy pulses
emanating from its claws. Kira dodged aside and the shot missed. The Skaarj
entered the room, followed by a pair of troopers with dispersion pistols.
The ensuing
melee in the small room was chaos. Kira concentrated her fire on the assassin,
but was knocked down by a shot from one of the troopers. Struggling to sit up,
she heard Juura cry out in pain. Huratha was calling gruff warnings to Kuuna,
although she couldn’t make out what he was saying. Then there was a thump and
Huratha was silent. She looked up and shot a rifle slug between the eyes of one
of the troopers, whose head came right off, rolling out into the corridor. Then
there was a ‘whack’ as the assassin pounded Kira hard in the chest with the
broadside of its claws. She was propelled over her small bed, flying until she
hit a roof beam. She saw stars and felt a pain in her head, then was enveloped
by blackness.
Kira came to,
feeling a gentle shaking. It was Juura, kneeling nearby, shaking her by the
shoulder. One of his left arms did not seem to be functioning, and his right
leg seemed similarly impaired.
“Wake up…
wake up… he was repeating.
“I’m awake.
What happened?”
“I was
injured. The Skaarj left. They took Kuuna.”
Kira tried to
sit bolt upright, but failed as a lance of pain shot up from her chest.
“Looks like
I’ve cracked my ribs again.” She winced.
Juura was
trying to drag himself over to the prone Huratha. Kira stopped him, shaking her
head.
“I’m in
better shape than you. Let me do it.” She told the Nali. Juura nodded and
subsided back down, resting on his right arms, which weren’t broken.
Kira crawled
over to Huratha, wincing in pain as her cracked ribs announced themselves
again. She shook him gently by the shoulder. Huratha groaned, and then pulled
himself up a little.
“Are you
hurt?” Kira asked.
“Only
bruised, I think.” Huratha replied.
“The Skaarj
took Kuuna prisoner.” Kira told him.
“Then we have
to follow them…” Huratha said, starting to get up.
“Wait.” Kira
halted him, holding one of his arms, “Juura was badly hurt. He’s in no state to
travel.”
Juura looked
round.
“I’m not
going to be fit to go on tomorrow. You’ll have to look for Kuuna without me.
I’d only slow you down.” He said.
“But…”
Huratha began.
“I think he’s
right, Huratha, he’ll be safer staying at the inn to recuperate.” Kira replied,
“Help me get him on to the bed.”
Huratha stood
up. Kira grabbed Juura around the upper shoulders, trying not to put too much
pressure on her cracked ribs. Huratha took Juura around the waist and the good
leg. Together, they heaved the monk onto the nearest bed.
“Will you be
okay?” Kira asked Juura.
“I can tend
to my wounds myself. The fruit powder will help me heal.” Juura replied. Kira
nodded.
“So what do
we do now?” Huratha asked Kira.
“Nothing we
can do for the moment. Tomorrow, when the market is trading again, we can ask
around, see if any of the traders have any idea where the Skaarj are or which
direction they are travelling from. Let’s get some rest for now.”
So once
again, Kira and Huratha lay down on their beds and tried to get some rest
before the day to come.
Chapter Six
Dawn broke
over Avenati town. The traders set up their stalls in the market square. The
local Nali started going about their daily business. Few mentioned the Skaarj.
Not many had been witness to the Skaarj dragging the limp form of a Nali monk
down the main streets of the town.
Kira
descended the stairs of the inn, and walked over to the bar, where a slightly
morose bartender was again polishing glasses.
“Morning.”
Kira said.
“Good morning
to you.” The bartender replied, but the shadows under his eyes told otherwise.
“Long night?”
Kira asked.
“The Skaarj
who came here last night caused a lot of damage. I have been repairing tables
and sweeping up broken glasses.”
Kira looked
down at the wooden bar top.
“I’m sorry.”
She said.
“Don’t be. I
know of the great gratitude the Nali owe you and your followers. You must do
what you must. But I pray that the Skaarj will not visit my tavern again.”
“I hope that
if we are successful, that will not be an issue.” Kira said.
“We all do,
and we wish you well.” The bartender replied.
“One of my
friends was injured in the attack.” Kira told the bartender, “He’ll be staying
here to recuperate. Please could you check occasionally to see if he’s okay?”
The bartender
nodded.
“Of course.”
There was a
scuffling noise as Huratha descended the wooden staircase with their backpacks.
Kira walked over to him and took one off him. Then, they walked across the
stone floor to the exit of the inn. Kira looked over her shoulder and called a
last word to the bartender.
“Thanks.”
The bartender
nodded.
It was
becoming a bright, sunny morning. Avenati town was already awake, and alive. A
passer by greeted Kira and Huratha, who returned the gesture.
“You wouldn’t
think that the Skaarj attacked this town only last night.” Huratha said to
Kira.
The duo
turned up the main street and walked down the centre of it. Some way ahead
along the straight, paved road, the market was already bustling. A Nali came by
in the other direction, carrying a rough sack stuffed with meats and
vegetables. A resident Nali opened a window of one of the small houses that
flanked this road to either side. Kira and Huratha walked on, passing a barn
from within which could be heard the sounds of Nali cows uttering their
mournful call.
Kira and
Huratha passed more places of interest. Another chapel, a walled garden within
which benches and trees could be glimpsed through an open archway, and a
larger, more important looking building that could have been a town hall.
Shortly, they reached the market.
At the centre
of the market, the Nali statue stood proud on its pedestal surrounded by the
raised water pool. Some locals drank from the pool. Kira and her friend
meandered through the stalls, seeing racks of meats, cheeses, herbs and root
vegetables. One Nali was selling hay. The other was selling knives and other
implements, while a further stall sold pot plants. There was a stall for
pottery, a stall selling a selection of richly decorated rugs, and then a
quieter, slightly out of place stall that was selling flares, bandages and what
looked like ammunition for an automag or minigun. Huratha gestured towards the
trader at this stall.
“Maybe we
should try him. He looks like he gets about a bit.”
The two of
them walked over to the store. The storekeeper looked up as they arrived.
“Can I help
you?” he said.
“We’re looking
for some information.” Kira replied.
“You’re Kira
Argmanov, aren’t you? The Avenging Angel? I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Yes…” Kira
said, slightly surprised.
“You’re a big
name in these parts. What is it you want to know?”
“It’s about
the Skaarj.” Kira replied.
“That doesn’t
surprise me.” The storekeeper responded, looking at the assault rifle strapped
to Kira’s back. He reached under the counter and brought out a box of rifle
rounds. “You might find this useful.”
“Thanks.”
Kira replied, taking down her backpack and rummaging in it for a silver coin,
which she handed to the Nali in exchange for the ammunition.
“One of our
friends was captured by the Skaarj last night.” Huratha told the trader, “We
are searching for them. We need to know which way they went, so that we can
locate their base.”
“I see…” the
trader replied.
Kira put the
box of ammunition into her backpack and re-shouldered it. There was a slight
complaint from her ribs, but the fruit powder had helped a great deal over
night.
“Did you see
anything last night? Or hear anything about it?” she asked the trader.
“My friend
Thasjiis, who lives on the main road out of Avenati at the south end of town,
says he saw two Skaarj last night. He was woken up by their voices and saw them
through his window. They leaving town by the southeast valley, and they had a
Nali prisoner in tow.” The storekeeper replied.
“Where does
this valley lead?” Huratha asked.
“It’s
mountainous terrain to the southeast of the town.” The storekeeper replied,
“The land to the southeast of here is mostly valleys and cliffs, right across
to the coast.”
“Where do you
think the Skaarj might have landed?” Kira asked the trader. The storekeeper
thought for a moment, rubbing his chin with one of his four hands.
“The only place
I can think of that is suitably large and flat, is the bluff of Shokkar. It’s
the ruins of an old fortress, a holy place to us now. It’s a tall rock plateau
that stands surrounded by a lake on the coast. A ship could easily land there.”
“Thank you.”
Kira said to the trader, “You’ve been very helpful.”
Kira and
Huratha headed off through the market, towards a road that the storekeeper
indicated lead to the southeast gate of the town. They passed by more of the
simple native houses and a couple more chapels as they walked down the cobbled
street. A bird wheeling high in the sky above called out to the world.
“Do you think
the trader was right?” Huratha asked Kira as they approached the southeast gate
of Avenati town.
“I say we
take him on faith… unless you have any other ideas.” Kira replied. Huratha
shook his head.
The bird
continued to wheel and call, as Kira and Huratha passed under the archway,
leaving Avenati town behind them.
Chapter Seven
“Speak!”
The jailer, a
hulking Skaarj Trooper, whacked Kuuna hard across the chest with the side of
his dispersion pistol. Kuuna flew back against the wall, winded. The chains
that kept him fastened to the wall of the dungeon clanked as he fell. Kuuna
looked up at the Skaarj, his eyes smouldering with a dim hatred.
“I have
nothing to say to you.” He replied.
The jailer
knelt down, his own, red eyes glaring back down into those of Kuuna.
“You will
talk. You pathetic Nali always do.”
Reaching up
as best he could with his manacled limbs, Kuuna ripped the universal translator
the Skaarj had provided from its thread around his neck and flung the device at
the feet of his Skaarj captor. After a brief silence in which only eye contact
was exchanged, the Skaarj picked up the translator, uttering a growl in its native
language that Kuuna could not comprehend, then climbed the stairs that ascended
to the surface. Kuuna was once again left alone in the dungeon.
Kuuna had
regained consciousness as he and the Skaarj raiding party that had captured him
crossed a lake in a small jet launch. They had arrived at the dock of a large
bluff that stood high in the middle of the water, and climbed a ledge that
ascended the cliff. Atop the bluff, Kuuna recognised the ship that had flown
low over the Na Lati castle. It was seated in the middle of the ruins of some
kind of old fortress, a building that must once have stood proud atop this
plateau. He had been dragged by his captors towards a flight of steps that
descended underground by one of the outer walls, and deposited in this dungeon.
After some
time had passed, the Skaarj jailer had arrived equipped with a translator unit,
which he had tied around Kuuna’s neck. The Skaarj had started asking questions
– where Kuuna’s organisation was based, how many of them there formed this organisation
– and Kuuna had answered none of them. The jailer had become increasingly
frustrated, and had now evidently left before he could become sufficiently
angered as to kill Kuuna before his questions had been answered.
The Skaarj
jailer ascended into the cold, moist air atop the plateau, and shivered. This
was a miserable planet. But it was tactically important and, as he,
Vrathi’Naar, understood it, the empire wanted to re-take the planet. What
Vrathi’Naar did not understand, was how the Skaarj occupation had fallen at the
hands of a couple of Terrans and a few miserable Nali in the first place – it
seemed utterly incongruous.
A Skaarj in
the blue-gold officer’s uniform emerged from the landing craft and walked over
to Vrathi’Naar. The officer uttered an instruction in the Skaarj language.
“Report.”
“The prisoner
will not talk.” Vrathi’Naar replied.
K’tha’Rath,
first talon of the Ssa’Rath, an old and warlike order of the Skaarj that was
much respected amongst their peers, replied:
“Proceed to level
two interrogation.”
“Understood.”
Vrathi’Naar acknowledged the instruction.
K’tha’Rath
walked back towards the landing ship. So far, the plan seemed to be working.
Skaarj high command was aware of the threat posed by the Nali resistance
movement headed by the Terran classified as Kira Argmanov. It was absurd that a
race so superior as the Skaarj should be defeated by so few individuals, but it
had happened regardless, and K’tha’Rath was under strict instructions not to
let it happen again.
Nor did he
intend to let it. The raiding party had reported the presence of a party of
four individuals led by the Terran in the town known to the natives as Avenati.
One member of the party had been apprehended and was now in Skaarj custody.
K’tha’Rath considered it a sure thing, based on the known behavioural patterns
of the Terran and its followers, that the remainder of the party would attempt
to rescue their comrade. And when this happened, the Skaarj would be ready, and
the fools would be placed at an insurmountable disadvantage.
But before
the creatures concerned could be eliminated, it was necessary to establish the
location of the organisation’s home base. Then, the Skaarj could lead an armed
assault on their location, and crush the resistance once and for all. When this
was done, the Skaarj would be able to colonise this planet again. And this
time, the occupation would not tumble.
K’tha’Rath
re-entered the ship, plans forming in his mind.
Kuuna tried
for the thirtieth time to break one of his manacles free from the wall. And,
for the thirtieth time, it was solid. He sagged in his chains while he tried to
figure out a way to escape.
Kuuna
surveyed the dungeon. There was nothing to see that could be useful. It was
just a square room, with sets of manacles placed around the walls, and the
staircase to the surface on the far side of the room.
There was a
noise of footsteps as the jailer arrived again, descending the steps ahead.
This time, he was armed with a two-pronged rod attached to an insulated handle and
power pack – a device Kuuna didn’t much like the look of.
Jailer
Vrathi’Naar pushed a button on the device and a display lit up, showing a
message written in the angular Skaarj alphabet. Suddenly, he thrust the prod
into Kuuna’s chest. A terrible, burning pain erupted where the prod contacted
Kuuna’s body, as hundreds of volts coursed through his flesh. While Kuuna
quivered from the shock, the Skaarj attached the translator round the Nali’s
neck once more.
“Now… let’s
see if you are ready to answer some questions.” The Skaarj growled.
Chapter Eight
Beyond the southeast gate of Avenati town, a
high-sided, rocky canyon sloped gently uphill, twisting and turning as it went.
Every so often the grassy floor was interrupted by a tree or rock mesa. As Kira
and Huratha rounded a crest, they arrived at a plateau where the canyon forked
two ways. A signpost stood here; to the east, it pointed down a long,
descending canyon, at the distant far end of which the sun could be seen
glinting off the ocean. For this direction, the sign read “Shahari Bay”. While
to the south, continued the twisting canyon they had followed so far. For this
route, the sign read “Lake Shokkar”.
“I guess we
continue south.” Kira suggested on reading this. The travellers took the right
fork, continuing along the meandering canyon.
The canyon
led gently uphill for another half mile or so. At the top of its sloping path,
it widened out to reveal an open plateau. Shallow cliffs rose to either side.
At the far side of the plateau, a small cluster of simple Nali habitations
centralised around a well-trodden clearing with a pump at its centre. Between
the travellers and this settlement stood a large, wide chasm. On the right, a
great waterfall cascaded down the cliff from above, water emanating from some
underground watercourse flowing from somewhere to the west. On the left, the
chasm continued on between the cliffs, presumably heading off towards the sea.
Kira and
Huratha walked towards the gulf and looked down. Kira grabbed one of Huratha’s
arms and gasped. Beneath them, water from the waterfall coursed over sharp
rapids in a raging torrent as it tried to escape from the narrow bottom of the
chasm. While the chasm was wide at the top, and the far side was a sheer
vertical rock face, this side of the chasm was rocky and uneven, sloping down
to meet the narrow water channel at the bottom.
There had
been a wooden plank bridge across the gulf. Where they were standing, a pair of
strong wooden pegs was buried in the rocky ground. A similar pair was placed
opposite them on the far side of the canyon. Beneath them, two ropes trailed
down the rocky incline, with the occasional broken wooden plank still attached.
“How are we
going to get across there now?” Kira said, observing the wrecked crossing.
Huratha
looked down the chasm, scanning from left to right.
“Look…” he
said, pointing suddenly to the base of the waterfall. Kira followed the line of
his finger, and saw what her companion had observed. A small wooden jetty
protruded from the base of the rushing cascade, with a lantern suspended from a
post at its denouement. Looking at the rocky slope beneath them, it was now
possible to discern a precarious-looking footpath that descended their side of
the chasm.
“Do you think
we can traverse that?” Huratha asked dubiously.
“It doesn’t
look like we have much choice.” Kira replied, “Maybe there’s another way
through from down there.”
The pair
walked to the far end of the cliff edge from the waterfall, where the
rudimentary path began. Kira went first, with Huratha covering her back in case
she slipped.
The ground
was shaly and awkward. Small rocks threatened to slip out from under Kira’s
feet, while at times the path became very steep or very narrow. Huratha kept a
hand on her left arm all the while, while he held on to the cliff with his
right hands to keep them both steady. At one point Kira’s feet slipped from
under her, but Huratha caught her by the waist with his fourth arm before she
could fall.
Eventually,
the two of them reached the bottom of the tricky slope, where a ledge followed
round to meet the jetty as it passed through the waterfall. The roar of the
cascade was deafening, but over the sound they could faintly hear the “chink,
chink” of stone on metal. They looked at each other, shrugged, and then walked
through the waterfall into a cave beyond.
As they
entered the cave, the roar of the waterfall took on a lower, more
reverberating, but quieter tone, and Kira and Huratha were once more able to
hear sounds besides that of rushing water.
Within the
cave, a Nali was using a stone hammer to bash a piece of metal on an anvil into
the shape of a sword blade. Concentrating on his work, he didn’t notice the new
arrivals at first. But then, he saw them out of the corner of his eye and
looked up.
“Haboujii!”
the blacksmith uttered, a little surprised. Kira’s universal translator
interpreted this as “Hello.”
“Hi.” Kira
said. There was a pause, during which the blacksmith just looked at them, as if
searching for words.
“Forgive me.”
The blacksmith said at length, “I don’t normally get many visitors down here.
At least, they don’t normally arrive by that route.” He gestured at the
waterfall.
“The bridge
was down.” Huratha replied.
“Yes.” the
blacksmith said, understanding now. “The Skaarj cut it down when they came
through our village last night.”
“They came
through this valley?” Kira asked.
“Most
definitely. Gave us all the frights of our lives. We all thought the Skaarj
were gone. It’s normally very quiet up here. There’s been a lot of talk about it
in the village this morning.”
“I’ll bet
there was.” Kira said.
“So what
brings you to the village?” the blacksmith enquired.
“We’re
looking for the Skaarj landing site.” Kira replied, “I’m glad to hear that
we’re on the right track.”
The
blacksmith nodded. “I’ll guess it’s best not to ask why?”
“We’re on a
mission. Did the Skaarj have a captive?” Kira asked.
“Yes, a
single Nali.” The blacksmith replied.
“He was one
of our party. We were looking for the Skaarj landing site – we were told that
they might landed on the bluff of Shokkar. We mean to send them back to where
they belong. And, now, to rescue our friend.”
“You must be
the avenging angel.” The blacksmith said.
“Some have
called me that.” Kira replied, a little embarrassed.
The
blacksmith smiled. “My name is Kuri.” He said, “I was born in Avenati Town,
which I guess you’ve just come from.”
“Yes, that’s
the one.” Kira nodded.
“Well, I
suppose you’ll want to be on your way…” Kuri said, “follow me.”
The
blacksmith picked up a lantern from atop a stack of barrels nearby and led Kira
and Huratha through the cave. He made a left turn, taking the travellers up a
long, curving tunnel that climbed towards the surface, eventually emerging
behind the Nali houses across the chasm from where Kira and Huratha had started
out.
“Lake Shokkar
is about two hours’ trek southwards from here.” Kuri told the travellers,
“You’ll know when you get there. There’s a small harbour town on this side of
the lake that goes by the name of Nalipal. There’s an inn there, you’ll be able
to get a rest if you so choose.”
“Thanks,
Kuri,” Kira said, “we appreciate the help.”
“My pleasure.
It’s not every day you get to help your avenging angel. Good luck on your
quest.” Kuri said. He tipped the travellers a wave, and headed back off down
his tunnel.
Chapter Nine
The walk from Kuri’s village took Kira and Huratha
down a picturesque canyon that led southeast from the plateau. Kira and Huratha
stopped for lunch in a clearing about half a mile down this valley.
Sitting on a
rock, the travellers pulled their preserved Nali rabbit meat out of their
backpacks. It was still good, although they had been on the go for two and a
half days now.
“How are we
going to proceed from here?” Huratha asked, munching away at a piece of his
rabbit meat.
“Let’s see if
we can pick up some more supplies in the town. I think we may need them.” Kira
replied, “Then let’s try to get straight across to the bluff – Kuuna’s life may
be in danger and I don’t want to linger longer than we have to.”
Kira and
Huratha returned to their meal, and finished it in silence. Disposing of the
bones behind their rock, they stood up and set off once more down the canyon.
Before too
long, the travellers were marching down onto a dusty road that led into the
small town of Nalipal, where a few old stone buildings sat nestled in a cove.
As they had descended the valley, Kira and Huratha had had a good view of the
settlement, which appeared to be centralised around a dock with a pier, while
small lanes wove out between the houses.
“That must be
Lake Shokkar.” Huratha had said, pointing to the body of water beyond,
distantly in the centre of which a high rock plateau stood proudly above the
surrounding land and sea to the East.
This road
seemed to be the main route into the town, and the travellers soon arrived at
the hub of the settlement. Ahead, a few small boats were tied up on the pier.
There was an inn here in the centre of town, as Kuri had suggested there would
be, and another large building became evident to be a closed-roofed market.
The market
was full of stalls, and bustled with life much like the market at Avenati had
done. But here the produce was slightly different; several of the stalls were
selling stacks of glistening fish, piled high in wicker baskets.
Kira and
Huratha stepped into the market, split up, and mingled with the traders and
customers, looking for traders who might be selling ammunition or weapons. They
met up at the far side of the building, near a rear exit that led out onto an
old, cobbled alley.
“Any luck?”
Kira asked Huratha.
“None,” He
replied, “no weapons on sale in this market.”
“Batai d’va…”
a voice said. Kira and Huratha looked round. The voice had come from a Nali who
was manning a nearby stall selling pottery.
“You were
looking for weapons?” the trader said.
“Yes…” Kira
replied. She and Huratha walked over to the stall.
“Come with
me.” The trader replied.
The trader
led Kira and Huratha out through the rear entrance of the market. They followed
him as he walked up the cobbled lane, away from the water, climbing a slope.
They rounded a corner and arrived at a cobbled square with a flowerbed and
benches in the middle. Here, a small church stood on the right. The Nali led
them across the square, to a small, stone house on the far side. He opened the
doors, beckoning for them to follow him as he entered the building.
“I believe I
may be able to help you.” The Nali said, “I collected these supplies from a
Skaarj scout ship that crashed in the valley during the occupation.”
He opened a
large chest, indicating that Kira and Huratha should join him. As they did,
they saw that the chest contained a variety of supplies – the largest item was
a well-oiled Eightball gun, and nearby were stored two cans of rockets. The
chest also contained a Skaarj Razorjack, and an ASMD core.
“Nice one.
We’ll take the lot.” Kira said.
“Are you
going to attack the Skaarj on the bluff?” the trader asked.
“Yes, that’s
our plan.” Kira replied.
“I thought it
must be you.” The trader said, nodding approvingly.
“What do we
owe you?” Kira asked.
“Nothing.
Just take the supplies. Good luck to you.” The trader replied.
Shortly, Kira
and Huratha emerged from the Nali’s home, armed with the extra supplies.
Between them, they now carried two dispersion pistols, an ASMD and an assault
rifle, plus the two new weapons they carried. Kira handed the Eightball gun to
Huratha, who added it to the ASMD and dispersion pistol strapped to his belt,
while Kira added the Razorjack to her own rifle and dispersion pistol.
The duo walked
back down the cobbled lane, following it past the market, until it brought them
out on the quay. They walked towards the pier, where a couple of Nali were
tending to their boats.
Leading
Huratha on to the pier, Kira approached the nearest Nali boatperson. She
unshouldered her pack for long enough to fish out a gold coin, then
re-shouldered her pack, clearing her throat to get the Nali’s attention.
“Yes?” the
Nali said.
“We need to
borrow your boat.” Kira replied.
The
boatperson looked a little surprised, beginning “I…”
Kira handed
the coin to the Nali, who continued to look a little confused.
“Thank you…”
the Nali replied, “but what do you need my boat for?”
Kira looked
out across the lake. “We were thinking
of taking a ride out to the bluff of Shokkar.” She told the Nali.
“Oh… I see…”
the Nali said, observing the weapons strapped to Kira and Huratha’s belts.
“Well, take it… I’ll hope to see it again soon.”
The Nali
clambered out of the small rowing boat, gesturing for Kira and Huratha to step into
it.
“Have a good
trip.”
Sitting down
in the boat with Huratha and tipping the Nali a quick smile, Kira untied the
mooring rope and cast the boat off into the water. Huratha took the oars and
began to row the small craft across the water to the bluff of Shokkar.
Chapter Ten
Vrathi’Naar stood at the edge of the plateau of the
bluff of Shokkar, with his commander, K’tha’Rath, standing beside him.
Vrathi’Naar was watching a small craft crossing the lake through a pair of
electronic binoculars.
“They are
coming.” Vrathi’Naar told the officer.
K’tha’Rath
nodded. “Have you made any progress on the interrogation?”
Vrathi’Naar
shook his head. “None. For a Nali, the captive has proved most resilient.”
K’tha’Rath
thought for a moment. This did not fit with his plan. But, at length, he spoke.
“It is
unimportant. We will eliminate the Terran and its follower. Then, if the
prisoner will still not talk, we will eliminate him also. Without their
leadership, the resistance movement will be weakened. It is then only a matter
of time before we locate and destroy their base.”
“Understood.”
“Return to
the prisoner. There may still be time to extract some answers before the
intruders arrive.”
K’tha’Rath
returned to the landing ship.
The crossing
from the Nalipal harbour took about an hour. When Huratha began to tire, Kira
took over the oars. By the time they reached the bluff, Huratha was rowing
again.
The boat
coasted to a halt against a rough stone pier at the base of the cliff. Kira
grabbed a soggy rope that dangled from a post on the jetty, and tied it to the
bow of their borrowed vessel. Kira clambered out onto the jetty – the rock was
slippery with seaweed – and helped Huratha to climb out of the boat.
From this
jetty, a stone ledge climbed the side of the cliff. Kira and Huratha walked up
the ledge, hands on weapons. At the top, they emerged onto the flat, grassy
plateau that was the surface of the bluff.
Ahead at the
centre of the grassy expanse, the ship that they had seen fly over the Na Lati
castle was settled on landing props. It wasn’t really that large, with space
for perhaps one level of low ceilinged corridors and rooms, and a larger
engineering and storage level below. Facing them at its front, a ramp led up
through an open hatch to the upper level of the craft. To the left of the
travellers stood part of the old outer wall of whatever had once stood on this
bluff, and some way further along beside this wall, a flight of stairs led down
to some underground area.
There were no
Skaarj to be seen.
“No-one at
home?” Huratha asked.
From the
descending staircase was the sound of a sudden electric discharge, followed by
the exhausted cry of a tortured Nali in pain.
“Kuuna!” Kira
said. At the same moment, a Skaarj assassin descended the ramp from the ship
and sighted the intruders. Kira recognised it as the Skaarj that had led the
attack on the in Avenati town.
Kira looked
rapidly from side to side between the stairs and the ship, and then said to
Huratha, “You get Kuuna. I’ll hold the Skaarj off for as long as I can.”
Huratha
nodded, then ran over to the descending staircase. Kira freed her assault rifle
from her belt, and aimed it at the poised Skaarj.
Huratha
hurried down the descending staircase as the sound of gunfire erupted from
above. Rounding a corner, he arrived in a dank, underground dungeon chamber
where a large Skaarj trooper was crouched over a chained Nali.
The Nali
looked up. Huratha saw that it was Kuuna.
“Huratha!”
Kuuna gasped in relief.
The Skaarj
jailer looked around at Huratha and growled. Casting aside the implement he had
been using to torture Kuuna, he grabbed his dispersion pistol and began to
fire.
Huratha
rolled aside as the energy volleys began to fly past him, impacting with the
stone wall behind him and causing flakes of the old bricks to fly off. Reaching
for his belt and thinking quickly, he picked his ASMD in favour of his
Eightball gun, remembering the confined space.
As Huratha
energised his ASMD, one of the jailer’s volleys hit him on a shoulder. Huratha
grunted in pain, the shock causing his hand to let go of his ASMD. The weapon
clattered to the floor. In an instant, the Skaarj jailer pounced on Huratha,
lifting him up and hurling him across the room. Huratha landed in the corner,
beside the jailer’s implement, dazed.
Kuuna spotted
his friend in trouble. He looked at the Skaarj and called out.
“I’ll talk!
Just don’t hurt him any more.”
The jailer
whipped around to look at Kuuna, and started to advance towards him.
In his
corner, Huratha shook his head to clear the stars from his vision, and grabbed
the nearest implement that came to hand. Picking up the jailer’s torture
device, he twisted dials and pushed buttons until the display lit up.
As the jailer
knelt down to grab Kuuna by the chest, Huratha picked himself up and advanced
on the Skaarj. While the Skaarj was still distracted, Huratha plunged the
prongs of the device into the back of its neck. The Skaarj shook as the volts
coursed through its nervous system, then fell to the floor with a grunt.
“Quick… get
me out of here.” Kuuna said. Huratha grabbed the dispersion pistol from his
belt, and used it to shatter the chains that held Kuuna to the wall. With the
chains freed, he helped Kuuna to his feet and handed him his dispersion pistol.
Reclaiming his ASMD from the floor, he tugged Kuuna back up the steps.
“We have to
help Kira.” He said.
As Huratha
emerged from the steps, still holding Kuuna up, he saw Kira under fire from two
Skaarj troopers that had emerged from the ship. The carcass of the Skaarj assassin
that had attacked them before lay near the ship’s access ramp. He let go of
Kuuna, allowing him to sag to the floor, and retrieved his Eightball gun.
Locking on to one of the Skaarj, he let a couple of rockets fly.
“I’ve got
your back, Kira!” he called to his ducking and rolling leader.
Kira
was panting for breath. She had taken a hit from one of the troopers’
dispersion volleys, leaving a scorch mark on her chest. She ducked yet another
volley, firing her rifle again, and this time the bullet met its target, as one
of the troopers’ heads flew off, bouncing off the ship’s hull. Meanwhile, the
rockets of Huratha had finished off the other trooper.
There
was a brief lull during which Kira was able to catch her breath. But it wasn’t
for long, because shortly there was a roar from within the ship and four more
Skaarj, two with stingers and two with dispersion pistols, came bounding down
the ship access ramp, closely followed by a heavy-built officer armed with a
flak cannon.
“Eliminate
them!” the officer called, raising its weapon into the air as a gesture of war.
The
four Skaarj infantry split two ways, while the officer observed from the access
ramp, shouting orders in the Skaarj language.
One
of the Skaarj with dispersion pistols fired shots at Kira from a distance while
its companion loaded its stinger and started bounding towards Kira. Kira rolled
aside just as the Skaarj let fly with a volley of five shards. A dispersion
round clipped her on the side of the waist, causing her to lose her focus and
regroup.
The
other two Skaarj converged on Huratha and Kuuna. Huratha fired a rocket at the
oncoming attackers but then pulled out his ASMD as the Skaarj drew closer.
Covering Kuuna as he did so, he fired energy beams at one of the Skaarj,
driving it back. Kuuna lifted himself up on one arm and started taking pot
shots at the other Skaarj with his dispersion pistol. The first Skaarj, hit by
several of Huratha’s shots, went down. Huratha turned his attention to the
other.
Kira,
rolling back on the ground, drawing dangerously close to the cliff edge,
plunged her rifle into the gut of her close-range attacker and let it fly. The
Skaarj, virtually separated at the middle from the force, flew back, knocking
her other attacker aside, landing lifeless on the ground. The other Skaarj
discarded its weapon and leapt upon her, trying to knock her off the cliff.
Just in time, Kira pistoned out her legs, meeting the Skaarj in the stomach.
The Skaarj was knocked off its course and flew over her and off the cliff, its arms
flailing.
K’tha’Rath,
who had watched the course of the battle from the access ramp with growing
disbelief, cursed in frustration as the last of his soldiers fell to the
ground, mortally wounded; but not before it had whacked the ASMD-toting Nali in
the torso with the barrel of its dispersion pistol. The Nali crumpled to the
ground next to the prisoner, its hands clutching the injured area. K’tha’Rath
whipped round to the Terran, the only one of the intruders who still seemed to
be moving. Said Terran was panting on the ground, a hand to its chest.
K’tha’Rath
ran over to Kira, his eyes blazing, and delivered a savage kick to her side.
Kira rolled over. Reaching down in fury, he wrenched the rifle from Kira’s
hands and threw it over the cliff edge.
“Now
you will die. You have caused the death of too many of the noble Ssa’Rath clan.
Soon you will realise that blood ties run deep!”
K’tha’Rath
grabbed Kira by the clothing and pulled her up so that her eyes were just
centimetres away from his own. The Terran’s face showed fear at first, but soon
the fear dissolved behind a black mask of anger.
“And
so does justice!” Kira yelled. Reaching for her belt, she grabbed the
Razorjack she held there and plunged its two prongs into the side of the
Skaarj’s head. The Skaarj grunted and released its grip on her, whipping a hand
to its face as blood began to gout outwards. Exhausted, Kira crumpled to the
ground as the Skaarj fell and started to convulse. The deed was done.
In
the dungeon, an insensible Vrathi’Naar began to stir.
Huratha
helped Kira to her feet. She stood up, allowing the Nali to support her weight.
At length, they were joined by Kuuna, who stood beside them.
“Is
that the last of them?” Huratha asked.
“I
think so…” Kira replied. Recovering a little, she took her hand off Huratha’s
arm and looked at the landing ship. The others followed her gaze.
“What’s
to be done with the ship?” Kuuna asked.
“We
can program it… to fly out to sea… to crash itself, or something.” Kira
replied.
“Do
you think the Skaarj will return?”
“I
don’t think so. Not this time.”
The
three of them stood in silence, regarding the ship, contemplating the things
they had done this day.
Vrathi’Naar
rose. There was no sound from above. Climbing the steps and emerging onto the
plateau, he saw the Terran and the two Nali standing together, looking at the
ship. The carcasses of the other Skaarj lay scattered around them.
In
that instant, the blood wrath came upon him. He bounded towards the turned
backs of the three intruders, extending a prosthetic claw. With a roar, he
plunged the claw into the exposed back of the accursed Terran. The Terran
stiffened with a pained gasp, and then fell to its knees as Vrathi’Naar
withdrew the dripping weapon.
“No!”
one of the Nali called. The two of them turned on Vrathi’Naar, firing their
weapons at him. Vrathi’Naar reeled under the combined firepower, eventually
falling to the ground in death. As Vrathi’Naar fell, as he died, the last thing
he saw was a sea of red…
Huratha
and Kuuna turned to their stricken companion. She knelt on her knees, her eyes
wide with shock.
“Kira!”
Huratha said.
Kira’s
eyes drooped. Huratha tried to catch her as she fell to the ground, but he
failed, his hand coming away bloody.
“Kira!”
Huratha repeated. “Kira!”
Lying
on the rough grass of the bluff of Shokkar, Kira Argmanov drew her last breath.
Epilogue
“Kira…”
A
familiar voice. A loved voice.
Kira
looked up. There was the silhouette of a man, framed by bright light.
“Kira…”
“Nikolai?”
“You
have done well. But it is time now. Time for you to join me.”
“I….”
“Come
to me, my love.”
Kira
walked forwards and took the proffered hand. The reassuring voice of her lover
spoke to her again.
“Many
will live better lives for what you have done today. You have given more than
any soul could be expected to give. Now it is your deserved time to rest.”
Kira smiled
and allowed herself to be led. Holding the hand of her loved one, the avenging
angel of the Nali stepped into the light.
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