Dar's Adventures in Space 1: Space Crazy (2 page)

He smiled and gently took her hand. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Dar wasn’t sure what to do, he was frozen in awe. This was just too good to be true; he would be
going into space
!

Gwog reached out and put his huge hand on Dar’s head, messing the shock of green hair on his forehead. “I’ll see you in about a month, youngling.”

2

The buzzer sounded, indicating the end of the school day. The whole weekend, Dar spent in a dream world. He couldn’t believe he’d be going into space. As he collected his reading tablet and several papers, his friend, Garnic, approached. “Hey, I hear Krodus is looking for you.”

Dar swallowed hard. “Shit.”

“I hear he’s wantin’ a piece of you.”

“Everyone wants a piece of me. This is ‘pick on Dar’ year.”

Garnic stepped closer. “Come on, it’s been ‘pick on you’ ever since you started school.”

“True. But that’s gonna change.”

“Oh? Just how are you gonna do that?”

“I’m not gonna give ’em a target to pick on.” Dar headed from the class into the hall, Garnic followed. “Soon as school is over, I’m out of here.”

“Out of here, like how?”

Dar stopped. “Out of here, as in off this planet.”

“What?!”

“My mother apprenticed me to a freighter captain. I’ll be sailing the stars.”

“You’re leaving Erotis? What will I do?”

“I dunno, Garnic, your life is your own. My place is up there.” He continued on outside. The sun was bright, the weather cool. “I’m tired of being treated like shit.” Dar stopped short when he saw Krodus. “Fuck.”

“Well, well, looks like I get to beat on you some more, you runty half breed.” Krodus was the school bully. He’d beaten Dar up more times than he could remember.

“Look, Krodus, there’s only a couple weeks of school. Can’t you leave me alone?”

The big Satiren struck an imposing stance. His short cropped green hair didn’t even move in the breeze. “I’m gonna beat you every day the rest of your life.”

Dar handed his things to Garnic. “I was afraid of that.”

“Dar, he’s gonna kill you,” Garnic said, retreating to a safe distance.

Krodus tossed his reading tablet on the grass and took a few steps toward Dar. “You have no place being here,
half breed
.”

Once again sizing up his opponent, Dar calculated what Krodus would do. “I have as much right as you do.”

Krodus shot forward and hit Dar in the face. He reeled backward and nearly had to take a knee. The pain in his jaw was exquisite. No, he couldn’t let Krodus win this fight. Getting his feet under him, Dar launched his own attack. He hit Krodus several times in the chest; his blows had little effect. Instead, the bully only laughed. Krodus landed a few more punches to Dar’s face. The bruises were going to be nasty.

Without much thought, Dar changed tactics. Fighting was dirty business, and he knew he’d need any advantage he could get. Although considered the dirtiest attack in a fight, Dar figured it might give him the advantage. He swung his right leg back slightly and let fly, kicking Krodus right in the crotch.

“Ahhhh!” Krodus cried, crumpling to the ground. Dar wasted no time. He jumped on the bully, pummeling him with everything he had; but it wasn’t enough. One solid punch from Krodus, and Dar found himself on his back in the dirt. The big Satiren stood over him. “How dare you!” Reaching behind his back, he brandished a good sized knife. “Now I really am gonna kill you!”

Dar scrambled to his feet, his heart pounded. Krodus flipped the knife in his hand a few times. He’d make sure this little half breed got punished for what he did. Launching forward, Krodus attacked. Dar side-stepped to the left and tried to trap Krodus’s arm with his; it didn’t exactly work. The bully used his strength and whipped his arm around, slicing Dar on the tip of his right ear. The sting of the blade got his attention, blood trickled down his face. Saying nothing over his pain, Dar balled up his fist and delivered a solid upper-cut to Krodus’s jaw. He disengaged, momentarily stunned.

“Enough!” Dar barked. The blood continued to drip down his cheek onto his shirt. He reached up and felt the damage. The top third of his softly pointed ear was cut partly through. He debated about just yanking the flopping flesh and cartilage off, but figured maybe it could be saved.

Krodus flipped the knife in his hand, then charged, the blade aimed at Dar. He had enough momentum that it didn’t take much for Dar to step aside and let the bully roar by. As he passed, Dar slammed his fists into Krodus’s back, dropping him face first into the dirt. Dust flew into the air as the bully hit. His knife bounced from his hand.

Garnic turned to see the headmaster coming their way. “Dar!”

Snatching the knife, Dar stabbed Krodus in the forearm. The bully bellowed.

“Dar!” Garnic hollered again. “Come on!”

Dar glanced up, saw the headmaster, tucked the knife behind his back, and ran; Garnic hot on his heels. They ran off school grounds and around a corner before stopping. “I don’t believe you did that!” Garnic said, almost out of breath.

“I’m not gonna let that bully make sandwich meat out of me.” Dar touched his ear. “Great, he fucked up my ear.”

“Your mother’s gonna be pissed!”

He fiddled with his ear more. “She’s seen me beat up plenty of times, what’s new?”

“Beat up, maybe, but not cut up.”

“I’ll be fine.” Taking his tablet from Garnic, he headed home.

Denrika stood looking at Dar. She’d just gotten home from work and saw some drips of blood on the kitchen counter. Going through the house, she tracked him down to the patio. He sat on a lounge chair, his right ear bandaged.

“Now what happened?” she asked.

“A fight, as usual.”

“Who was it this time?”

“Krodus, as usual,” he replied nonchalantly.

She sat down next to him. “Is your ear okay?”

“I dunno.”

“May I?”

Dar pulled his makeshift bandage off.

“Oh, Dar!” She reached up and gently inspected the wound. “We should take you for stitches.”

“Whatever,” he grumbled, trying to get his school work done.

“You can’t leave it like that.”

“Doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Yes, but it’s
floppy
.”

He sat up. “So what.” Struggling slightly, he got up and went inside.

Denrika followed him. “Well, at least there’s only a couple weeks left…Then you’ll be off with Gwog.”

“Yeah,” he said softly.

“Don’t you wanna go? All you talk about is the stars.”

Dar stopped just short of his room. “I do, but I guess I’m a little afraid.”

She put her arms around him. “You’ve lived all your life here with me on Erotis; you don’t know anything else…I can understand your fear.”

“And the only friends I have are here—what few there are.”

“Gwog said most of his crew are half breeds, I’m sure you’ll make new friends.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Hey, your born date is next week; did you wanna have a party?”

“Party?” he scoffed. “I got like
one
friend who would actually come. That’s not much of a party.”

“No females at school?”

“None that would come.”

She kissed him on the forehead. “I’m sorry.”

Dar wiggled from her grasp. “I’ll be fine, mother.”

“Seventeen is an important date, you know.”

“Yes, yes, I know. But no one seems to care when it comes to a half breed.”

“Dar,” she said lowly, reaching up to gently touch his chevron shaped brow ridges.

He decided to change the subject. “Tell me about my father.”

“I’ve told you a hundred times about him.”

“Tell me again,” he pressed.

“Oh, all right.” She motioned to him. “Come sit out here with me.”

Dar tossed his things in his room and joined her in the living room. “Okay.”

Denrika settled into her favorite chair. “Yes, about your father,
again
…He came here from the planet Earth, through a worm hole not too far from here.”

“Earth is in the Milky Way galaxy, right?”

“That’s what he told me.” She fiddled with her hair. “He said he was an astro-naut from a place called
America
.”

“Did he speak Universal Ontarrin? Or Satiren?”

“No, he spoke something he called ‘English’, and in the beginning we had a hard time understanding each other.”

“Did you learn his language?” Dar asked.

“Some, he was much better at learning ours…Although he was here maybe six months.”

“What was his name?”

“Dar, you know his name…It was Edward Meltom.”

“Edward Meltom,” he said softly.

Garnic glanced across at Dar. They were in class, watching a vidograph of a joining. All Satirens, when they reached the age of “awakening,” which was usually about fourteen, received four years of “love school.” Satirens were a unique race amongst many in the Ontarrin galaxy. In addition to the hormones and chemistry needed for normal bodily function; they possessed fifteen other hormones and chemicals exclusively for love. The species had a strong sex drive, designed for finding the right partner, or partners, and forming lasting relationships.

“Psssssttt, Dar,” Garnic hissed.

“What?”

“Hey, look, Miratta.”

Dar looked over his shoulder at the female two desks back. “So?”

“She keeps looking at you.”

“So?” He wasn’t impressed. Not a single female in the whole class would give him the time of day. He knew the purebreds probably had a joining or two, it was quite expected for them to experiment with what they were taught in school. But Dar didn’t have any females interested in him, he knew everyone knew, and it embarrassed him.

“Maybe she wants you.”

“Don’t be silly.”

“A problem, Dar?” the male teacher asked.

“No, sir.”

“Is any of this sinking through that half breed brain of yours?”

“Yes, sir.” Dar was absorbing every ounce of it; he just wasn’t sure when he’d ever get to put it to use. Maybe once he was out in space he’d find a partner to join with that wouldn’t judge him. It wasn’t fun to be the different one.

“Psssssttt,” Garnic pestered.

Dar did his best to ignore him. There was no way Miratta could be interested in him. He felt confident there wasn’t a single female in the Satiren colony of Aknarra that would join with him. A few minutes later, the buzzer sounded and class let out for the day. Dar collected his things and left. Garnic stayed behind to talk to a female, and he figured he’d catch up with Dar on the walk home. As Dar walked down the hall, he felt someone behind him. Please, not Krodus again, he thought with dread.

“Uh, Dar?” a female voice said.

He stopped and turned, surprised to see Miratta. “Hi.”

“Umm, hey, I was wondering if I could talk to you?”

“Yeah, sure.” He wondered if his luck might be changing. “Wanna go outside?”

“Okay,” she said, following him. They went out, and Dar found a table and bench under a scruffy Gummak tree.

“So, uh, what did you wanna talk to me about?”

“I have Master Franik for Physagraphy.”

“Mmm, I hear he’s tough. Never had him for class. Master Strinin was my Physagraphy teacher”

“Well, uh, he wants us to write a paper on Satiren chemistry.”

“Oh.”

She brushed her bangs off her face. “I was thinking of doing my paper on half Satiren chemistry.”

“You can do that?” he asked, surprised.

“I thought it would make for something different.”

“Ah, I see…So, what do you need of me?”

“Oh, I wanted to hear about your experiences with joinings.”

Dar slumped toward the table, resting his chin on his hands. How embarrassing. Did he want to be truthful and tell her of his lack of experience? Or did he want to lie and use what he’d learned in class? Deep inside, he felt mostly Satiren, but he wondered if his Earthling side played into his chemical make-up. “Miratta?”