Canto Fifty – The Control Center of the Bio-Dome
Davalon was surprised to see Sizzahl enter the control center with a large Galtorrian warrior. Tanith noticed the intruder immediately too and shot Dav a worried glance. But he had no idea what to tell Tanith. Sizzahl was not worried by the lizard man’s presence at all, so he couldn’t be an enemy, could he? Davalon shook his head slightly to tell Tanith he had no ideas.
“Davalon? Tanith?” said Sizzahl with a beaming smile, “This is my uncle, Senator Makkhain. My parents and I thought he had been killed by Tedhkruhz’s forces over a year ago. He has been fighting with the resistance.”
“Tellerons?” said Makkhain skeptically. “Please tell me you are not making Galtorrian frog-fusions too. I don’t need grand nieces and grand nephews who are part Space Toads!”
“You have no right to use insulting language like that,” said Tanith in a quiet voice. “We are a more technologically advance race than you are, and we have never invaded your miserable planet before.”
“Before now, you mean,” said Makkhain. “I tracked a landing party of Telleron invaders coming this way. They are lead by an Earther warrior the like of which I have never seen before. She is ruthless and efficient and cut down an entire wave of angry and agitated scabbies.”
“Earther warrior?” asked Davalon. “We didn’t bring anyone like that with us.”
“Blond woman with big muscles in her arms and a very authoritative voice?”
“Harmony Castille?” Tanith wondered aloud.
“She’s not a warrior,” said Davalon. “She’s what the Earthers call a church lady.”
“Earther armies must tremble at the mention of church ladies,” said Makkhain, shaking his scaly head in a way that looked to Davalon like pure admiration. “We could’ve really used her in the war against Tedhkruhz and Rekhpahree. We finally defeated and killed Rekhpahree, but I am the only survivor of that battle. Your church lady has not lost a single man during a very long and impressive march from their landing site and their initial battle with the scabbies.”
“They’ve come to rescue us,” suggested Tanith. “We are saved.”
“If they are invaders,” said Makkhain dangerously, “perhaps I need to use you as hostages. In fact, maybe I should kill you and use your bodies to dissuade them from invading further.”
“No,” said Sizzahl. “These Tellerons are my friends. They are the first friends I have had since Gohmurt killed my father. I would sooner die by their hands than have to fight them!”
“Sizzahl? You understand… it is not my way to go down without a fight.”
“We are not invading,” said Davalon. “We only need a place to live until we can figure out how to get back to Barnard’s Star. We were trying to help Sizzahl save your world.”
“Our world is doomed,” said Makkhain. “We have let evil people do whatever they want for too long in the name of greed and self-interest. If only we had gone to war sooner as I had suggested in the Senate, maybe the warlords who have destroyed our ecosphere and our world would not have been so devastating. Now all we can do is hunt down the enemies we have left and wait for death to find us… either on the battlefield, or in some forsaken laboratory like this where scientists tried in vain to solve our problems by magic.”
“Maybe your mistake was in not trusting in the Lord your God,” said an entirely new voice. Davalon and Tanith both turned to see Harmony Castille pointing her skortch pistol at Makkhain’s head. The church lady was both confident-looking and formidable. Shalar and the Telleron troops were behind her. Dav felt as if the day were saved… at long last.