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The Emissary's SecretThe Emissary's SecretThe Emissary's Secret by westcpw
The transport shook violently as it fought against Eden's gravitational pull to escape into the black, lit up only by the stars and the distant sun, Esh.
I was calm, always calm. Even while others held onto their harnesses as if they would protect them from a free fall at this altitude. The others that were more used to interplanetary travel watched me.
I felt it the moment I stepped on board. Possibly even before that. The Corporation were especially vocal with stares and words. Words that meant little, for now. I would nod occasionally, smile back when it was necessary. Even whisper a few words or make an idle gesture.
They are an interesting race. A race built of and for profit. Nothing else truly matters. They are useful to us. We give them drones to work in their mines and space stations, like the one at Alabaster to which this ship was now headed. Alabaster, a gas giant providing more than ninety percent of the entire sectors fuel.
Malic The Mad"The boy is mad!" he shouted at his crying wife...Malic The Mad by westcpw
"What ... what will you do..." she cried back, sobbing.
"I'll take him to the Beggars Nest. "
She gasps. "And then?"
"And then leave him there!"
With that he stormed out, grabbed his only son by the hand and pulled him, dragged him from his home in the middle of a cold winters night. With barely any sound, he avoided city guards and ruffians alike until he arrived at the district known as the Beggars Nest. He hadnt stepped in more than 20 yards when he tossed the boy into an ally. The boy looked up at him, pulling his jacket closer about him to fend off the harsh winter air. "Dadda?"
His father turned around and left him there,shivering in the cold. He stuck his hand in the jacket pockets and pulled out a crumpled letter. He looked at the marks, and recognised it as writing but he could not read it.
"Lazy" his father used to say to the eight year old.
"He just needs time" his mother used to say.
Malic shoved the note back into the pock