Silent Rising by Kliment Dukovski

Author:Kliment Dukovski
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: genetic engineering, military science fiction, fiction action adventure, scifi action, space fleet, scifi action and adventure, robots human evolution
Published: 2014-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

AILIOS

“Friseal, we already talked about this,” said Ailios without even looking at him. His eyes stared at Palatine as it grew larger with that thin atmosphere of hers, full of radiation. He then turned to Friseal. “Quit vexing us already. You heard what happens when someone vexes Faragar, didn’t you?”

The chameleon had the color of the green broadleaf plants that hung inside the ship’s bridge. He was afraid already. He then looked up into Faragar’s thirsty eyes and turned even greener. “Umm, no, I don’t want to vex Faragar. I mean, I don’t want to vex anyone. It’s just the right thing to do, Ailios, can’t you see? Talam is doomed to fall anyway. Just look at that vast fleet in orbit. We have to make our move, now. We won’t have a better chance, I assure you.”

Ailios couldn’t agree more. The ship’s sensors picked up three hundred-odd military ships maneuvering in orbit. Major Ailig said the Cyons had four hundred of them.

“Where could we go, Friseal?” Ailios asked. “Talam is our home. We can’t let these metallic creatures take it away from us. Besides, you heard the major – no escape plotting,” he said trying to imitate his stern voice.

“Forget Talam,” Friseal said. “Forget Cyons and humans and whatnot. I’m tired of this war, honestly. We can make it to the asteroid field. I know of certain people who have bases there and live quite fairly.”

“You do realize we need oxygen to survive,” said Ailios. “If something goes wrong in the asteroids we are as good as dead. So excuse me, my color-changing-fellow, if I don’t share your enthusiasm. I intend to live few more hundreds on Talam and when my time comes, die there.” Faragar growled his approval. Friseal opened his mouth to speak again, but Ailios interrupted him with a raised finger, “A! No more, Friseal. Or I’ll feed you to Faragar.” Friseal closed his mouth and swallowed. Ailios wasn’t going to feed him to Faragar, not truly. But Friseal was becoming a nuisance and he had to shut him up somehow. Ailios then turned to Olivia. “You sure this will work?” he asked.

“You mean keeping Friseal quiet?” she asked with a teasing smile.

“No. Feel free to read my thoughts again. I mean this plan of yours. We’re already too close for comfort.”

“Nervous?” she asked, not moving the smile off her face.

“I just don’t want to die yet, is all.” Gods, I do feel nervous, and scared … a little. I’m becoming like Friseal.

“You are becoming like him,” she said. Ailios made a grimace. He hated when she read his thoughts. “Our contact gave us a Cyon IFF,” she explained. “They’ll think we’re one of these scavenger ships.” Those ships she spoke of were now visible through the window, collecting junk and debris around Timor, cleaning after the riots.

Ailios never saw Timor before. Well, not from up-close that is; He’d only seen few pictures here and there. But he read about it a lot. Apparently there were treasures to be found, but he doubted he would find any.

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