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Jaydium, Chapter 8
Aug. 24th, 2012 09:48 amThe adventure unfolds, with a few language challenges...
While Lennart clambered to his feet, Eril repeated himself, pointing towards the city, the deserted spaceport, and the scrubjet. Lennart nodded before answering, "Alnoo, yoofol too, heyh? Hot damm. Maybe niz we could bett unnerstan chothre, sin we stuh kere for why. Weefol splore lessgo citee, heyh?"
"Explore the city?" Eril guessed. "My thought exactly. No point in waiting for a formal invitation."
"Before we go anywhere," said Kithri. "I'm stashing what's left of this haul."
With visible reluctance, Kithri allowed the two men to help her unload the packaged jaydium and set it in a pile well away from the tree. She opened a safepocket in the scrubjet's inner wall and drew out a small device. Eril recognized it as a guardsafe-field generator. She set it on top of the pile and stepped back. After a short delay, the field ignited over the pile, shimmering poisonous ocher for an instant before it flickered into invisibility. No sign remained of the jaydium stash or its safekeeping system. Lennart watched the whole proceeding intently.
Eril slipped the force whip into its holster and slung his small pack over his other shoulder. "Who do you think's going to steal your jaydium out here?"
She paused, considering. "I don't know--it's just habit, I guess. It's probably only a matter of time now until the stuff goes to junk."
"Kithri, do you have some kind of weapon?"
Deborah J. Ross: Jaydium, Chapter 8
While Lennart clambered to his feet, Eril repeated himself, pointing towards the city, the deserted spaceport, and the scrubjet. Lennart nodded before answering, "Alnoo, yoofol too, heyh? Hot damm. Maybe niz we could bett unnerstan chothre, sin we stuh kere for why. Weefol splore lessgo citee, heyh?"
"Explore the city?" Eril guessed. "My thought exactly. No point in waiting for a formal invitation."
"Before we go anywhere," said Kithri. "I'm stashing what's left of this haul."
With visible reluctance, Kithri allowed the two men to help her unload the packaged jaydium and set it in a pile well away from the tree. She opened a safepocket in the scrubjet's inner wall and drew out a small device. Eril recognized it as a guardsafe-field generator. She set it on top of the pile and stepped back. After a short delay, the field ignited over the pile, shimmering poisonous ocher for an instant before it flickered into invisibility. No sign remained of the jaydium stash or its safekeeping system. Lennart watched the whole proceeding intently.
Eril slipped the force whip into its holster and slung his small pack over his other shoulder. "Who do you think's going to steal your jaydium out here?"
She paused, considering. "I don't know--it's just habit, I guess. It's probably only a matter of time now until the stuff goes to junk."
"Kithri, do you have some kind of weapon?"
Deborah J. Ross: Jaydium, Chapter 8
