The Fate of Nations Book II the Harvest by Sarah E. Ellis

Author:Sarah E. Ellis
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Publisher: Laura G Watson
Published: 2013-04-16T17:00:00+00:00

Darius the Pilot

The Harvest was going well. The Grays sat on board their intergalactic harvesting ships, looking for large gatherings of the beasts. They are clever things, Darius thought bemusedly, watching his viewing screen as the stragglers were being rounded up.

The Guardians navigated the daytime skies

looking everywhere for a gathering. They monitored the surface at night for evidence of humans. Bursts of electricity. Sounds of moving or talking. Even the smoke of their cigarettes left long chemical trails that radiated with colors of turquoise, yellow and red. The chemical trails always gave away their locations for targeting the next day.

Most of the beasts that were already on board the massive gathering ships were going into shock. They were quiet and pale, shaking and vacant eyed.

The Guardians made loud crashing noises to drive the remaining beasts from their dwellings, out into the streets, into the yards and the fields, where they could be pulled into the smaller ships that had been tasked with rounding up stragglers.

They're disgusting stupid beasts, Darius thought, but their flesh is savory, Darius, the old Gray piloting the ship, screeched softly and grunted his satisfaction. It would be worth the trip they made for this Harvest.

They had hit the mother lode.

They already had millions of the slow, weak, stupid beasts, and they weren't even having to work that hard. Some even ran towards them, their succulent fat jogging up and down as they flung themselves happily, at the Guardians. This planet would definitely stay on the list of planets to harvest. What a celebration they would have when this cargo came in!

They have to be fed until the ships can leave, Darius thought. Darius was happy he didn't have to be in the cargo bay when those repulsive things had to eat.

For him, it was a nauseating ordeal to watch. He didn't know how the Guardians back there could stand it. He had to watch it once and it made him physically ill. The smell of them, the sounds of them screeching their beastly, unintelligible language. The slurping, sickening sounds of them lapping up their daily sustenance. It was more than he could take. He had bolted from the space, ready to fall over with sensory induced pain. He didn't recover his senses until hours after wards. He shuddered as he thought back about it.

If he could, he would put them all to sleep as soon as they were brought on board. He hated their smell and their horrible eyes that rolled and showed the whites whenever they looked at him. He hated the squawks and screams they made. They disgusted him in their pre-processed forms, but this was his task. He had to pilot them all back safely. Sometimes he wished that he had been appointed a different task. The time here was passing by so slowly.

Four months had always been the Harvest period.

The beasts couldn't survive any longer than that on board the gathering crafts, not with the long trip home to make too. Sleep could only be induced for the trip home.

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