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2022-02-15 00:53:13Pain is never pleasant, yet it is one of the most important aspects of existence. Without pain, it is impossible to claim one actually lived. Tejeda had the ability to make changes to his body while it was still in the metamorphosis stage. It was too late to make further changes to his physique once the procedure was completed.
He once became sick of agony and developed a body with no pain receptors. That was one of the most traumatic moments of his life. Tejeda believed he was invincible, even if he was not. His body was perpetually covered with bruises and sores. Older ones were regularly swapped out for fresh ones.
Because of blood loss, the Nubilae squandered that body. He had his hand severed in a struggle, and before he knew it, huff, he was dead on the ground, with too little blood to keep him alive. He promised he would never do it again. Tejeda cursed his decision when the first drop of acid rain reached his flesh.
He softly hissed when his left cheek muscle painfully twitched. Only two steps he made since he had left the main dome. Another one hundred or so more he needed to reach the west dome. The raindrops were burning through his clothes and blackening his skin.
When the coughing and dizziness started, Tejeda understood that he had inhaled some of the smaller particles in the air. His lungs were disintegrating the same as his entire body. Almost all of his muscles twitched and a full-body seizure was not far away.
The Nubilae fell to his knees only two steps away from his destination. He tried to get back on his feet but his tibia was visible with the naked eye. Tejeda bit his tongue so as not to scream, although he did not know if his lungs were still in the position to do that.
He crawled another step and had another one to go. He needed to get inside before he could return to his natural form. That state wasn't immune to acid either, and his condition would have become really precarious.
When he wanted to seize the doorknob with his hand, he realized he couldn't move it. Tejeda was on one knee, with one leg and both his hands unusable. His skin had disappeared long ago, and now he could feel his muscles starting to melt. He didn't notice when his nose fell on the wet ground and he grabbed the doorknob with his teeth, opening the door with difficulty.
"Hey, what did you hear in the hallway? I think I heard the outside door opening or closing," said Krantz.
Pelt looked at the young recruit in disbelief. "There is no one coming from outside. It is acidic rain outside. Damn it. Calm down or you will drive me crazy. "
“What if someone manages to survive the rain? Maybe with a special suit or a robot.”
“Krantz, damn it! Go and check and leave me alone,” Pelt shouted, pulling his cap over his face. "Excessive rookie zeal," Pelt whispered before trying to fall asleep.
Krantz advanced down the dark corridor, lit only by the flashlight mounted on his laser rifle. The west dome was intended to house all of the equipment and pipelines that were too hazardous to be installed outdoors and too unsightly to be housed in the main dome.
The rookie clicked his tongue as he realized that surveying the entire area would take him hours due to his restricted field of view. He was surrounded by wires, ducts, and pipes, and if he turned around too much he would not know how to return to his comrade.
Krantz sighed resignedly and was preparing to return when something fell on his shoulder. He touched it with his hand only to find a gelatinous mass that resembled a piece of meat in the process of decomposing. He rapidly moved his arm to shake it off from his fingers and then began to look up at the ceiling.
His terrified gaze found the alien, which was clinging with multiple tentacles to the pipes on his sides and standing in a fixed balance above him. Krantz lost his mind when he saw those purple eyes and opened his mouth to scream as his finger prepared to pull the trigger. He didn't have time to do either because one tentacle covered his mouth while another wrapped itself around his arm, breaking his tendons.
When Krantz returned, Pelt was snoring with his hat pulled over his eyes. But the recruit didn't care about his comrade's sleep. He tossed the brown cap and lifted Pelt by the collar. The latter looked with bulging eyes and saliva flowing from a corner of his mouth, not understanding what was happening.
"What are we doing here?" Krantz asked.
Pelt froze. The rookie had crazy purple eyes and his voice was way rougher than his usual one.
“We guard the entrance to the meeting room, of course! What got into you?” Pelt could barely mumble that while his toes scarcely reached the ground.
Krantz put his hand to his throat, desperately feeling his collarbone. “Something is missing. I always had something important here and now it is gone. Where is it?”
Pelt was already terrified. Something was definitely wrong with the recruit and his strength was enhanced. He tried to unhinge Krantz's finger from his collar from the start, but it was useless. "Krantz, wake up man! I don’t know what you are saying!"
The rookie frowned menacingly and threw Pelt onto the wall, or better said, into the wall, because after the impact, his head merged with the concrete. Krantz admired the red flower decorating the wall with its human pistil hanging out motionless. He tilted his head as if he was an animal trying to understand something that was out of his reach. "My name is not Krantz! Hmmm... But what is my name?"
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“Is it true that you prefer me more as Admiral Vologorn than as Kalden Deltak?" Tejeda asked Shayla as his hand reached deeper under her dress. The tips of his fingers touched her gun holster.The surprised glare and her parted lips made him want to kiss her again, but there was no time for that. He softly whispered in her ear. "When I say ‘duck’, you duck. Then you run, find a cover and stay there."He slowly released the laser pistol from its holster and used his thumb to set it to kill. Tejeda’s now grey eyes were looking in her green ones, as both felt another kind of tension increasing. His left arm released her and moved to the chain around her neck. When he yelled, “Duck!” she let herself fall to her knees and rolled over to the left out of his line of sight.With the gun in his right hand and Carmen in his left, Tejeda remained alone in the middle of the dance floor. He didn’t have to look around the room to see
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100. Sunsetrise Part 4
Time passes differently on Yacleemb. I can’t say it’s the 56 hours days, the peacefulness of the Spreahs, or Lyam’s company. What I do know is that I’ve lost track of time. Every day, he builds things for the village; he’s happy, full of smiles, and I’m drunk with his genuine blissfulness.Unfortunately, I still have memories and can’t help but feel guilty for not contacting our friends. Wanting to know how things are working out for our crew, I stroll through the forest to the shuttle. After it powers up, a small blinking red light appears on the console. A message from E00.“Shayla, I hope you’ve found Tejeda by now. More than two months have passed, and no news from you. In the time you've been gone, things got worse around here.“Since the day you left, Jackeye has been trapped inside his virtual reality. I can’t say if it’s a voluntary decision or not. He cut me off completely.“Cato took a shuttle and left the Space Spoon about a month ago. The Interplanetary Police files show t
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99. Sunsetrise Part 3
Shayla Bale's POVOnly Tejeda Hajar is capable of disappearing and leaving me with an ambassador’s corpse. Once again, I had to assume the role of acting captain and evade the Interplanetary Police. We are all renegades once more, as we were before Tejeda found us.The crew needs me to steer the ship in the right direction, but my thoughts are far away, following the faceless Nubilae who left us. I lean against the wall and stare at his empty chair, wishing he will appear there, smiling without giving me any explanation as he always does.“Thinking about him won’t bring him back,” E00’s voice echoes from the ceiling speakers. “If you want him here again, you must go after him.”“Don’t get me wrong, E00, I want to. But it was his choice. He left us. Even if I go after him, he may not come back.”“If there’s anyone who can shake him out of the state he’s in, you’re the one.”“Why must you torment me?” I slump in Tejeda’s chair, rubbing my eyes to forestall crying. The gesture is pointle
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98. Sunsetrise Part 2
Reaching out, Carmen’s hand brushes against mine. Even though I’m mad as hell, a rush of electrical discharges takes over my core. That happened every time she touched me since the moment we’d met. Every fiber of my body, carbon and silica alike, crave to have her again by my side.“I tested the spoon. All the results said the same thing: it’s Nubilae. Who was it?”“My sister, Celia.” For the first time, a vein throbs on Carmen’s forehead. But she regains the glazed look. “She died during Iadfoc’s experiment. Many did. The rest went insane. Only I, you, and Rahul remained true Nubilae. Well, now only you and I since you killed Rahul.”“He had multiple run-ins with me and my crew. If I let him continue, surely one of my men would have died. I had to do something.”“No,” Carmen shouts, showing the anger hidden behind her previous blank expression. “I sent him to see how you are and test you. Well, you failed. No Nubilae should value the life of a lesser being over one of his brethren.”
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97. Sunsetrise Part 1
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96. His Blade
Tejeda's lips moved as though they were not his own. “Who’s she?”Shayla placed a hand on his back, touching for the first time the sludgy skin he had in this form. “Tejeda, stop. He’s dead.”Tejeda lifted his head to look at the sky. He remained like that for a long while before murmuring, “Why did you kill him?”"Sorry! Next time," Shayla murmured, sheathing her scimitar, "I'll kill the other guy after he kills you."“How did you know which one was me?”“Really? Is there another idiot who would risk dying for a spoon?”She observed how he flinched but said nothing. There was something wrong with him. Nonetheless, Shayla didn't believe she had the authority to inquire. In any case, she didn't expect a fair answer from him."Did you bring any DNA for me?" Tejeda asked without turning around. "As you can see, I’m in bad shape."Shayla hurled a vial toward him, and he grabbed it with one of his two remaining tentacles.“This is the last one holding the blood of King Astin. Enjoy!”Tejed
