Age of the Marcks by Gregory Benson

Author:Gregory Benson [Benson, Gregory]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781734019605
Publisher: Blue Giant Publishing
Published: 2019-10-31T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 12

C rix stumbled back up to his feet after his hasty dive into the gateway. Everything was blindingly bright, so he rubbed his eyes to adjust, and tears poured out from sensitivity.

“Kerriah?” he called out.

“Quickly, put her over there in the suspension field,” a gentle voice unfamiliar to him spoke out.

“Put who where? I can’t see anything. My eyes can’t adjust to this light.” Crix, frustrated, started to feel around for answers.

“Hold still there, boy.” Krath placed a pair of light-filtering lenses over Crix’s eyes. The intensity of the lights dimmed and became clear. “There tya go. Tya see, Plexo’s kind likes it to be good and bright for some reason. Lucky he had these things handy for us.”

The slender, translucent being with long arms and a heart-shaped head stood up straighter as if to gain composure. “Well, I designed my ship to mimic that of my homeworld of Eesolan,” he said in a soft, eloquent voice as he motioned his hands over a twinkling array of various colors dancing in the air, which swirled in chorus with his hand’s movement. The swirling colors appeared to control bright beams of light all around Kerriah’s suspended body.

Plexo placed the back of his hand against her forehead. “She is beginning to come around. Fortunately, she was only stunned as their intent was for captives and not casualties.”

Kerriah’s eyes opened, and she squinted while placing her hand over her eyes. She slowly removed her hand and looked around. “Wha . . . what sort of place it this?” she asked. Crix, Krath, and Plexo looked at her with amazement on their faces. “What?” She was confused by their expressions.

Plexo moved so fluidly that watching him created the illusion of a spirit and not a physical entity. He approached Kerriah and leaned in as to take a closer inspection of her.

“Astonishing . . . Most peculiar indeed. Your natural eyes have adjusted so quickly to the illumination here,” he said with almost a question to his statement.

A being from the distant diplomatic world of Eesolan, Plexo was gifted with a heightened sense of logic and scientific reasoning. This was an inherited side effect of his home world’s encounter with a nearby gamma-ray burst. It wiped out most of their populace many centuries ago. A ghost-like appearance and the gift of enhanced focus and vision graced the survivors of that terrible tragedy. This vision allowed them to see things beyond that of normal eyes and minds.

“Well, yeah, why shouldn’t they?” She looked over at Krath and Crix whose eyes had a strange, opaque look to them. “What the heck is wrong with your eyes?”

“Well . . . well . . . normally, I would coat your optic lenses with a temporary synthetic filter, but in your case, it does not appear necessary.” Plexo put down his optic augmenter and placed his hands together with delight in his face. “You are an interesting one for sure; time permitting, I would be delighted to run some tests on you.

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