Sagcon by Scott Moon & Craig Martelle

Author:Scott Moon & Craig Martelle [Moon, Scott & Martelle, Craig]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B07BH1K2J2
Goodreads: 39290200
Published: 2018-03-14T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Thad asked, pointing to the flyer’s sensor screen. A series of caves appeared to be right below the surface in the southwestern corner of the grid that Shaunte had highlighted.

Mast Jotham looked at the screen and then to the sheriff. “Your thoughts? I do not know them, Thaddeus Fry. My vision quest helped me see my thoughts in a new light. Yours? Well, you will have to so very muchly find your own way.”

Thad hung his head. Sometimes, the sheriff simply wanted things to work. That didn’t happen as much as he liked.

It’s not you, it’s me, one of his ex-wives had told him. He hadn’t accepted that at the time. Now? She was right.

It was her.

Mast Jotham was his friend, and Galactic Standard was his second language. He spoke it far better than Thad spoke Unglok. He should have spent more time during the long flight practicing. Mast wasn’t like his ex-wife at all.

This time, it was the Fry-man.

“I’m sorry, buddy. What do you see on the screen?” he asked, correcting himself from the literal.

“I see what looks like a village of my people,” the Unglok replied. He traced a finger across the screen.

“We’ll come back here. Let’s see how many others are out there.” The sheriff added thrust and the flyer increased speed. He didn’t firewall it because they needed their fuel if they wanted to fly back to Darklanding. Getting stranded on the far side of the planet wasn’t high on Thad’s priority list.

They continued in silence, crisscrossing the massive training area. Thad dialed the sensors to the widest possible sweep. He slowed the flyer to further save fuel.

“Anything, Mast Jotham?”

The Unglok deputy had a blank expression.

“Did you see anything that looked like another possible settlement?” The sheriff was making small talk. His eyes had been glued to the monitor for the past two hours.

“I have not,” Mast replied after the clarification. “Only one place, close to the mountains where the underground is more welcoming.”

“We could do one of two things. Stop and see if they’ll move, or set up the beacons to make sure the area is designated as a no-fire zone. Then they’ll never know how close they were to getting bombed.”

“They will know. We must tell them, Sheriff Fry. Very muchly we must,” Mast pleaded. “And the beacons, too. They will not move. If they are like my people, they will have lived here for bazillion generations.”

“A bazillion?”

“I learn it from you. The saying is correct, yes? I think it means many, many. They live here long time.”

“We’ll go with many, many, Mast. Yes. I suspect you are correct, and they have lived here for a long time.”

The sheriff slowed the flyer in the most fuel-efficient manner, touching down outside a cave mouth. He shut the flyer down, climbed from his seat, and opened the door. Maximus was instantly awake and bolted out the door into the scorching heat of the Ungwilook desert.

The sheriff was hit by the dust as it boiled into the flyer.

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