Dark Angel Part 7
Date: 7/2/2016,
Categories:
Fantasy & Sci-Fi,
Author: Levanahyll
... threw his head back to laugh in hissing guffaws. Seth used the tip of his finger to turn the monitor to Ashriel. “Say hi, Ash.” Ashriel leaned in close, glaring at the insolent Lizdrac and lifted his middle finger. “Fuck you,” he enunciated slowly. Seth’s brows rose in amusement and the reapers behind him snickered. The Lizdrac choked, his eyes going round. “Oooohhh—it is you. Ooohhh.” The lizard man made a strange peeping sound and disappeared off screen for a few seconds. The sound of chaos followed; bellows, shouts and growls of all kinds. Within moments, the screen filled with many faces, all clamoring to get a glimpse of Ashriel. He did not realize he was a celebrity. When in hell’s name had that happened? “W-we’re sending an escort out to you. Don’t move.” Ashriel gaped at Seth and suddenly realized dozens of streamlined fighter vessels surrounded them. “You can let go of the controls now. We’re tracking you in.” The Lizdrac was grinning so wide, he looked like he was snarling. Seth smirked, released the levers of the starcruiser, and leaned back in his seat, kicking his feet up on the control panel. He crossed his legs at the ankles and clasped his hands behind his neck. “Welcome to the Rhylos black market, boys.” Ashriel turned to see the starcruiser easing its nose into the gelatinous substance of the black orb. Nothing but black covered the glass surrounding the helm, and he frowned at Seth when he started to stand and head to the ramp leading down. The others ...
... followed suit. Ashriel turned again to the glass and then blinked at the monitor. There were hundreds of faces there just staring at him. Some waved, all talked, most shouted, and pointed to his dismay. Ashriel sneered and hit the monitor with the tip of his boot to turn it away. “Hey,” Natanael called up to him. “Are you coming down or not?” The glass revealed nothing. Were they still within the black substance? What in hells name was it? If he weren’t so adamant to discover the root of the apocalyptic war started in the Edenian solar system over three hundred years ago, he’d demand Seth pull them out of this nest of iniquity right now. His gaze swept down his body again, sneering in disgust at his whorish attire. Natanael had wanted to pierce his nipples but he refused to defile his body anymore than he already had. Rising up, he made his way down the ramp, winding his way down until he reached the lowered ramp in the bottom of the storage level. “Stay back. Let him exit. Don’t crowd him,” he heard Seth warn. “Yeah, he’s moody as fuck,” Eriel snickered. “He just might change his mind and hole himself up in his cabin.” “Get back-get back,” another strange voice ordered. “Bume, get everyone out except security. The sound of angry shouting made Ashriel hesitate halfway down the exit ramp. The air smelled foul, making him remember Seth’s instructions. Ashriel pulled the respirator over the lower half of his face and snapped it into place. Taking a deep breath, he moved forward, ...