TOS - Vulcan's Soul 2 - Exiles by Star Trek

Author:Star Trek [Star Trek]
Language: deu
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-02T14:40:25.829000+00:00

"You know that memory scanner we've been developing?" asked T'Veran. "It might help."

Commander Sevennin's gaze grew terrible. "I did not bring my last child here so you could ravage what remains of her mind but to help save our people," he told her. Their eyes locked, and it was T'Veran who looked away.

"Hunger!" cried T'Olryn. "So much hunger, years of... Bring me food!"

Night and day, the healers had made contact. Her sensitivity heightened by pregnancy, T'Olryn had gone to the deepest levels, relying on the immense strength and experience of her teacher to bring her back safely.

"Lure it... lure it to us... ahhhh..."

For a moment, both healers' faces ignited with a fierce greed. They sighed, their features relaxing into satiation that made Karatek feel unclean. Commander Sevennin turned away. His shoulders quivered once, then became motionless.

"More... on the way... good..." T'Olryn purred with satisfaction. Karatek vowed that he would never tell his son about the look, half lust, half starvation, that contorted his wife's lovely face.

The noise outside the shuttlebay rose. Shavokh's commander murmured, and armed guards poured in. It was, he supposed, logical, but he regretted it. Those who boarded the ships never had been a unified people. As the years went by, they had become increasingly fragmented.

Vulcan would draw on Vulcan again. One day, war would break out, and all their journey, all the sacrifice, suffering, and toll of years would have been for nothing.

"Have you learned nothing?" A voice like that of a shavokh, belling in triumph after a hunt, ripped across the shuttlebay. "No caution, no control... warn off, warn off..."

The voice arched up in a raw scream that echoed off the high bay until all below flinched.

"They've broken the lock code!" one of the guards shouted. "Commander, shall we fire?"

"No!" Karatek shouted.

"More food!" came another cry from the woman lying on the deck.

As the shouting, frightened crowd poured into the shuttlebay, the injured healer had struggled to sit up. Shavokh's healers pressed close, supporting her as she wavered. Slowly, the woman's eyes opened. They were so dilated that pupil and iris alike were drowned in green.

"Would you see?" she demanded in that terrible voice. "Well, would you see? Behold the Eater of Souls!"

She opened her mind and projected hunger, intelligent and ancient past their comprehension. The hunger raved like a le-matya, like an entire planet of le-matyas with kits to feed. But this was a hunger glutted by living minds and spirits. Whatever possessed Sunheart's dying healer had fed on the Vulcans on board those ships. Then, before torpor followed satiation, they had... night and day, they had cleaned up after themselves. A flick of those supernally powerful intellects had brought the ships down into... Why, the world they had circled had not been a paradise, after all, but a methane bath. They had manipulated ships' instruments as well as minds.

All shouting ceased. So, blessedly, did those anguished screams.

The strength went out of the dying adept. Eyelids bleached almost white with her agony dropped over those blood-filled eyes for the last time.

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