addressing you correctly,” Sandow informed him in his best physician’s voice. “Listen to me. You’re not yourself. You’re stressed out. And you took a hard blow to the head when we crash landed on this world.”
Dayall looked both ways down the tunnel. “There was no crash landing, doctor. This is a recon party. It’s you who is stressed. Fullgrath! Give me an update on our status!”
The ex-weapons master slowly rose and approached the man. “Currently, we’re about a mile or so beneath this planet’s surface. We’ve been following various tunnels and trails to get this far. The indigenous population ranks at Code Red, and the sentient population appears to have died out some time ago. Thankfully, there’s plenty of water. And, so far, we’ve managed to find some food that our systems can tolerate.”
Dayall pointed at Kyber. “Why are they here?”
Kelen could see Fullgrath’s fingers hovering near his pants pocket. The man was waiting for the right moment, and she was going to give it to him. Jumping up, she shoved Dayall’s arm, forcing the man to face her.
“They’re not our enemy anymore,” she told him. “They went through the same wormhole we did. They crashed on this world, just like us. We need them to survive, and they need us. It’s that simple, sir .”
Dayall’s face flushed. He obviously didn’t appreciate the tone she’d taken with him and made a menacing step toward her, when Fullgrath jumped him, throwing his arms around the man and trapping the ex-commander’s arms by his side. Immediately, Jules joined them, taking the ball of wire from Fullgrath’s pocket. Dayall struggled, cursing them and threatening everyone with charges of mutiny, while Kyber assisted the other men in keeping Dayall steady so that Jules could rewrap the man’s wrists and arms with the wire. When they were certain Dayall couldn’t retaliate, they moved away to give the man some air.
For several seconds, Dayall’s hatred was palpable as he locked eyes on everyone. The last person he turned to was Dox, who hadn’t moved since the man lashed out at him.
“This all started with you, you genetically engineered little freak! You turned them against me!”
Kelen laid a hand on Dox’s back to show a measure of support, but Dox shrugged it off and stepped up to the incensed officer. But instead of replying or commenting, the little man held out a short length of tubing and shoved one end of it into Dayall’s stomach. There was a buzz, a small flash, and the smell of something burning. The man went rigid, his eyes bulged, and he pitched forward, face first, onto the rocky ground without a sound.
Chapter 4
Nonagon
They stared in shock at the motionless man on the ground, and the little man standing over him.
“Dox, what did you do?” Kelen softly asked. He continued to hold the tube thing away from his body, and no one reached out to take it from him.
Dox looked over at her. “He’s not dead. He’s asleep.”
Sandow crouched over the fallen ex-commander and rolled him onto his side. A dark sheen of blood smeared the ground. Dayall’s nose was bloodied, and there was a noticeable scrape across his left cheek and forehead. The doctor placed two fingers over the man’s carotid artery.
“Heartbeat’s steady. No telling how long he’ll be out. Dox, what did you hit him with?”
Dox held up the tube. “It’s a stopper. It stops things.”
Kyber reached out and plucked the weapon from Dox’s grasp. Kelen saw him peer at both ends of the tube.
“And you charged it at the tower?” the Seneecian inquired.
Dox nodded, smiling. He was clearly proud of his new toy. “You threw away your weapons. We needed new ones.”
Fullgrath snorted. “He’s right.