enough fuel to lift off.”
Even if I let them take the ship without me to save weight. Even if I stripped out everything but life support and the emergency beacon. Even then they could never lift off.
“I have another harsh truth–” I start to say, but then I correct myself. “I have good news… and bad new – ”
“Jesus,” Kara says, shoving me. “What’s the bad news?”
“I am originally from Darkstar–”
“Fuck!” Felicia shouts in panic, and she, too, shoves me.
“How can there even be good news after that ?”
“Ironically,” I say, “the good news is that I am originally from Darkstar.”
“His brain is broken,” Felicia says.
“No,” I say. “I am originally from Darkstar. I am now a peacekeeper. I’ve defected. But Darkstar doesn’t know this. I was out here to re-establish contact with them– to go undercover.”
“So…,” Kara says, “please, please tell us that there is actually some good news in here. Think of it from our perspective….”
A ship of this size will have at least two fully armed warriors. As part of my cover, I was given a barebones ship with no weapons other than a blade. I can try to fight, but they will kill me. I do not fear death, but I fear what would happen to Kara and her sister if I was to die.
To protect them, I must live.
I will maintain my cover, and tell the Darkstar ship that I’ve captured two human females. I will have to find a way to protect them– to break them out– once we reach Darkstar.
But how can I tell them this? It will not sit well with them.
“Where I grew up,” I start to say.
“You mean Darkstar?” Felicia interrupts.
Kara elbows her.
“We also had a children’s story,” I continue.
“Oh, God,” Felicia says. “It’s so bad he’s going to tell us a children’s story.” She rolls her eyes.
“Many millenia ago,” I say, “our ancestors landed in a star system with an enchanting alien race. At this time, Marauders had red skin, but these aliens had skin blue as your clearest seas–”
“And so your ancestors had sex with them, and your skin turned purple?” Felicia asks. “Great story.”
“Yes,” I say, “that happened, but it’s not the story I was going to tell you. These blue-skinned aliens kept certain animals as pets. The blue-skins thought these were the most adorable animals in the world, much like you humans think of dogs.”
“I’m a cat person,” Kara says.
“Or cats,” I say. “These animals lived in the blue-skins’ homes, and had evolved to do so, just like dogs or cats. However, there was another type of animal. It was vicious and consumed blue-skin flesh–”
“It ate them?”
“No,” I say, “just their skin. It ripped their skin off and ate it.”
“This is a children’s story?” Kara says, scrunching up her face in disgust.
“Marauder children, yes,” I say. “What do you think this vicious animal looked like?”
“I don’t know,” Kara says. “Did it have gross skin?”
“Sharp teeth, snarling,” Felicia adds.
“No,” I say. “It looked just like their adorable pets. Exactly like them.”
Both of the women give me a queasy look.
“It would pretend to be this animal until a blue-skin family had bonded with it and accepted it– loved it. And then, in the middle of the night, it would attack and eat their skin.”
“Wonderful,” Kara says.
“So what did the blue-skins do?” Felicia asks.
“They killed every last animal. Every last pet. This was before they had technology such as blood sampling or knowledge of DNA, so they had to kill all of their beloved pets just to eradicate the skin eaters.”
“Okay…,” Kara says. “What part of this is supposed to make us feel better?”
“When Darkstar takes us,” I say, “they will think I am like the blue-skins’ pet. That I am obedient to them. But I am not. I will kill every last one of them– flay their skin– if they touch you.”
5 Kara
“ W ait here ,” Kain