Free Radicals by S E Zbasnik

Author:S E Zbasnik [Zbasnik, S E]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-11T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

Steam rose from the gaps in the suit as the fiery eyes of the onboard djinn glared down at Ferra. Or so she assumed, the damn thing never talked so it was hard to guess how it felt. He could be farting for all she knew. “You think I’m happy about this, gas bag?”

Monde leaned back on his heels as the five feet of elf took on the eight feet of igneous golem. He wasn’t certain if one could piss off Gene, but he did not want to be around if it were to ever occur. Almost nothing in the galaxy could penetrate a djinn’s shell, and if one did you’d only have a disembodied, homeless, and very angry djinn to deal with.

Gene puffed smoke around his eyes and Ferra waved her arm at him, “Yeah, I don’t know what the shit that means. I didn’t study the xenogenic smoke signal language that Variel did.”

The swirls rolled in his eyes and the head lifted higher. His long arm gestured to the sealed airlock door then back to the pair of them clustered beside the embarkation room. Their favorite lantern was left upon the sign in desk as the cracks in Gene’s suit provided more than enough light to guide by.

“You want us to get you a souvenir?” Ferra stabbed at his pantomime.

The massive shoulders slumped as the djinn admitted defeat. He could spend hours trying to convince the elf that abandoning ship in this particular emergency was ill advised and she’d ignore it every time. Turning around, Gene placed one of his massive hands upon the manual crank sealed in the event of anyone trying to escape the ship and demanding a refund. Without any sign of struggle, he turned the antiquated wheel and pressure popped around the airtight seal. Slowly, he yanked back the door and opened up the ship to the vast expanse of the spaceship version of a parking garage.

Plastic docks hovered on each spot above the official docking bay, extending towards the door off a sturdy platform for the elevator. Ferra glanced towards their upstairs neighbor, a Qilin frigate. The bulkheads shimmered the same way their scales would, though the patterns made no sense. “So far so good, there is air and most ships seem to still be restrained.”

She risked putting a foot on the floating dock. It took her weight, only bobbing a millimeter as if it were on water. Many of the traveling virgins would scamper across the bridge afraid pausing for a moment would cause the entire facade to collapse and they’d fall to their death. They probably thought that because it was a favorite spatian tale for old deck hands to scare the kids with.

Ferra walked a half dozen steps before turning back to look at her doctor. He seemed to be clinging to Gene as he peered onto the dock. “What are you waiting for?”

Monde gestured to the levitating lift and asked in a squeaky voice, “How do we know it works?”

She tilted her head and stated, “I ain’t dead yet.

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