Scorched Earth: (The Human Chronicles Saga Book #16) (20 page)

Chapter 24

The
Vengeance
landed without incident at a large commercial spaceport outside Jendis. As the foursome stepped outside the ship, they were struck by a bitterly cold wind, howling down from several of the jagged mountain peaks surrounding the valley where the city was located. Marix was a rugged planet, with evidence of recent volcanic activity found in huge swaths of yellow and ruddy brown in the soil nearby, remnants of sulphur pits and geysers from a not-too-distant past. A huge landslide rumbled down a nearby mountain side, and the ground shook almost constantly with a strange harmonic vibration.

“Not the sort of place you’d come for a vacation,” said Paulson as the group made their way through the wind and cold before entering a huge concourse structure.

Once inside the warmth of the port building, they mingled with hundreds of other creatures, most with looks of concern in their many varieties of eyes or vision stalks. These were the faces of civilians in a time of war; worried and helpless, at the mercy of powers much greater than themselves. There were Juireans here, as well. They were the only aliens Adam was interested in killing, although he knew there would be collateral damage once he unleashed his dogs of war on the MK facilities. As a career soldier, he knew this was the price of victory. To prolong a conflict, ostensibly to fight a more nuanced, more civilized war, meant more innocent lives would be lost over the long run.

As they passed the many shops and kiosks along the concourse—much like you’d find in any airport on Earth—automatic devices scanned their translation bugs and broadcast versions of the names and advertising in English. One such announcement caught Adam’s attention.

“Hold up,” he said to the others. “Let’s check this out.”

They entered a small shop with a long counter and a glass wall rising from its surface to the ceiling, with openings resembling teller windows. The clerk Adam approached was a female with four eyes and yellow skin. By the shape of the face and the smoothness of the skin, he assumed she was a she. He could never be sure.

He placed four gold ingots on the counter. “Can I exchange these for Juirean credits?”

The clerk turned and pulled a wheeled cart with an electronic device on it to her station. She took the gold bars, one at a time, and placed them in pull-out drawers before activating the machine.

“Yes, we can. Is this all?”

Adam turned to the others. They handed him another eight bars.

After the scan, the clerk took a datapad and made some calculations. “Forty-eight thousand, one hundred nine, at the current exchange rate.”

Adam knew that was over a hundred thousand dollars back on Earth.
Damn…what was the total worth of Panur’s palace?

“We’ll take it.”

“Would you like the credits in currency or on a card?”

“Currency, please.”

“It will take a moment.” She left her station. The other tellers looked at them with curiosity. Forty-eight thousand Juirean credits was a lot of money. Adam began to calculate in his head just how much he’d given the taxi driver on Incus…. No wonder the creature was willing to kiss his boots….

A few minutes later Adam divvied up the cash chips to his team. “This will keep us from standing out too much while we shop for our supplies, and without the need for haggling…or gunplay.”

“You’re no fun anymore,” said Riyad.

“That’s all right, Mister Tarazi. Considering the landscape around here, I’m sure you can find some baby seals to club to death before we leave.”

“You promise, daddy?”

********

Adam sent Travis and Tom looking for bulk food stock while he and Riyad went looking for something a little more substantial.

“There has to be a fresh meat market around here,” Adam said. They’d left the spaceport building and were now in a commercial district full of businesses of all kinds. Marix was a planet based on capitalism, not the military or politics. It was apparent you could buy almost anything in the city of Jendis. All Adam wanted was a thick piece of red meat.

In the cold air of the city, Adam and Riyad followed a menagerie of scents—some inviting, others disgusting. At one of the restaurants with an inviting aroma, they entered. Adam approached a waiter.

“Where can I purchase ready-to-cook meat around here?”

The tall, pinkish-colored alien frowned. “You wish to cook it first? How disgusting.”

The pair left the restaurant and continued down the street. They passed a window with several skinned animals hanging on the other side.

“These look something like baby seals—skinned, of course,” Adam said to Riyad.

“Saves me the trouble.”

Upon entering, they were accosted by such a pungent odor that they almost puked. “Well, so much for
fresh
meat,” Riyad said back on the street. “What is it with these people around here?”

At the third shop, they hit paydirt. Approaching a large display case containing slabs of richly marbled meat placed on ice, Adam was literally salivating at the sight. This would do nicely.

“May we use a sampler box?” Adam asked the clerk. The creature behind the case handed him a small box, about the size of a cigarette pack, with a recessed slot on top. Adam inserted his finger and withdrew it quickly. He handed the box back to the clerk.

“Twenty—no make that thirty—equivalent pounds of a meat that’s compatible to our chemistry.”

The clerk’s eyes widened. “How will you transport such a weight? We do not offer delivery service.”

Adam smiled. “We’ll manage. Just wrap it up in one package. What’s the cost?”

“Eighty-nine credits.”

“That’s fairly cheap, isn’t it?”

“This is ka’l meat. The beasts roam wild in the streets; some of us even keep them for pets. We club them outside and then prepare the meat inside.”

Riyad looked at Adam. “Sounds a lot like dog meat.”

“You would have to say that.” Adam almost changed his mind…but he didn’t. He paid the alien and walked out with his prize. “Don’t tell the others what this is.”

“But
I’ll
know,” Riyad pointed out.

Just then the ground heaved up from under them.

The men tumbled to the ground, as nimble-footed pedestrians raced by, all headed in the same direction. The Humans scrambled to their feet—with Adam recovering his precious package of dog meat from where it had fallen—and joined the exodus. At the nearest corner, the crowd helped to shove them into a huge metal container. The doors shut seconds later and dim lights snapped on.

Outside, the shelter was being pummeled sporadically by falling debris. The box heaved and twisted, even seeming to begin a short journey down the street by the feel of the rocking motion.

Then the rumbling subsided, not all at once, but gradually. Adam caught the eye of the blue-skinned alien next to him. “You are new here,” observed the creature.

“That’s right.”

“There is little danger. This happens often.” He pointed a long, slender finger upwards. “Three satellite bodies. They pull and tug on the surface of Marix constantly. We have learned to live with it. Is that ka’l meat I smell? I have one at my abode. They are very good with my offspring, however, our favorite has gone missing recently. Perhaps that is her.” The doors to the container opened.

Adam left his package inside the box—intentionally.

The street was littered with fallen debris—not as much as one would expect from such a violent earthquake, but enough.

Riyad looked up at the modern stone, metal and masonry buildings. “You would think that with such a history of earthquakes the natives would construct buildings that don’t fall apart.”

“No telling why aliens do what they do.” Adam was depressed. He really wanted a steak…just not one made from someone’s beloved pet.

The comm in his full-face mask chimed.

“Captain, did you feel that? You guys okay?” It was Tom Paulson.

“Yeah, we felt it. We’re fine. Any luck with the bulk stock?”

“No problem. We got it—even being delivered. But, sir, as we were waiting for the order to be filled, we caught part of a newscast. I think we need to get back to the ship as soon as possible.”

Adam tensed. “What’s wrong?”

“It was about Sherri and Arieel.”

“We’re on our way.”

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Travis linked to the local broadcast system and scanned the channels. Most had news about the earthquake, all delivered in a casual, matter-of-fact manner. While waiting for the stories to cycle back around, the men told Adam and Riyad what little they knew.

“They’re already on Juir.”

“That’s a month ahead of schedule,” Adam pointed out. “Are you sure they said Juir?”

“Yessir,” said Travis. “Something about the conspiracy Arieel is involved in and the capture of the terrorist Human Sherri Valentine.”

“How?” Riyad asked.

“They must have transferred them to another ship, a faster one, once Synnoc found out about them,” Adam offered.

“Now there’s some sort of trial getting underway?”

“Wait…here it is.”

The video showed Sherri and Arieel being escorted down a ramp from a landing shuttle and being separated. The announcer spoke of how Arieel Bol—the soon to be reappointed Speaker of the Formilians—was being accused of aiding the Humans in their killing of a Juirean Overlord while the two empires were at peace. It also mentioned she was the birth mother of a mutant offspring. This creature had assisted the Sol-Kor ally Panur in confounding Juirean attempts to eradicate the flesh eaters from the galaxy, an effort they added, that was also hampered by the reckless and irresponsible behavior of the Humans. Adam was mentioned as the father of the mutant offspring. What followed was a lengthy diatribe detailing all of Adam’s many so-called crimes against the Juireans and the Expansion. This naturally led to Sherri Valentine, a diabolical creature who had assisted Cain—and his cohort Riyad Tarazi—in many of their criminal escapades.

“At least I got an honorable mention,” Riyad said. “It’s damn hard living in the shadow of the great Adam Cain.”

“Tell us about it,” Paulson said. “They didn’t say anything about me and Travis, even when talking about what the
Vengeance
’ has been doing recently. How can we expect to have any schools named after us if no one knows who we are?”