by K. Rowe
expression. He liked Tregis and Vikkis. They were amiable to him, and weren’t afraid to joke around. “Awfully big feather!” he teased.
“Yes, and she can spin on a ten particle!”
He dug around in his pocket and produced a particle: it was a small circular coin equivalent to 1/100 drig. There were other denominations of particles: five, ten, twenty-five, and fifty. “Okay, let’s see.” Dar plopped it down on the console.
Vikkis glanced up at him. “Smart ass!” They laughed. “Firing landing thrusters.” He punched the two bottom buttons. There was a loud roar, and the ship vibrated. Dar looked out the window. The port drew closer. He could see two other ships docked and large pieces of equipment offloading supplies.
“Does Skrinnis have any kind of product it produces?” Dar asked.
“It’s like Versith, almost a dead planet, but at least the aliens here are much nicer. For some reason it tends to be a congregation point for many species.”
“Are they refugees?”
Vikkis didn’t immediately answer; he was too busy concentrating on landing. “Yeah, some.” He checked the altimeter. “Three hundred feet…two hundred…one hundred…fifty…and…” The ship touched down with a solid thud. “We’re here.” Vikkis shut off the engines.
Gwog got up and approached Dar. “Come on, little one, let’s go down and explore.”
“Yes, sir!” He happily tagged along as they made their way to the crew hatch. Gwog worked the heavy door, finally getting it open. “We’ll go to the shopping level. Do you have any drig?” They went down the gangplank and inside the port building.
Dar pulled a few out of his pocket. “Uh, I have twenty, and about sixty-five in particles.”
“That’s not very much.” He removed a bag and took out another fifty or so drig. “Here, now you have more to get something.”
“Thank you.” He was shocked that Gwog would be so generous. “If I may ask, how much did your Catarin hide clothes cost?”
“Oh, they’re not cheap, I assure you, little one…But, they’re the best for those in our line of work.” He tugged at his vest. “Catarin hide is soft, durable, somewhat flame resistant, and…” he paused for a long moment. “…The females find it rather attractive.”
Dar grinned. “I guess I’ll have to save my drig, then.”
“Don’t buy it anywhere but on Cataris. The bovidis there are raised specially for their hides…And it’s cheaper coming from the source.” Gwog stopped as they reached the stairs heading to the civilization below. “Are you in a hurry to look like the rest of us?”
“Uh, umm, kinda.”
Gwog chuckled. “You’re a special individual—don’t be afraid to look like it.”
“I’ve looked like it all my life, and it’s gotten me nothing but ass beatings.”
He nodded. “I see your point…Don’t worry, we’ll get you outfitted in freighter crew garb soon.” Waving his arm, he tromped down into the shopping district. Dar followed, still completely amazed that he was on another planet.
As they wandered past the shops, a smattering of different alien species mingled on the wide thoroughfare. Dar recognized some: Elemenels, Triduns, a Sirrixian or two, and one very imposing Kiburgin Hoarda, which he knew better than to even bat an eye at. Kiburgins were known for having the nastiest reputations in the entire galaxy. And at well over six feet tall, with strength to match their nasty dispositions, everyone steered clear of them.
The Skrinnians filled in the rest of the population. They were average sized aliens, walked upright, and had reddish skin. Their eyes tended to be large and either bright green or blue. They didn’t have hair; rather, they had protruding fleshy nubs on their heads about half an inch long.
Dar sniffed the air, a wonderful aroma wafted through the district. Gwog took a few sniffs too. “Hungry, little one?”
“Yes, actually I am.”
“Smells like Skrinnian curry...I don’t suppose you’ve ever had that.”
“No, but I’m game.”
“Come, let’s have some.” Gwog followed his nose, and soon they were at the restaurant. He opened the door and they went in, finding a table. “So, what do you eat?”
“Me, sir? A little bit of everything…With mother working in the store, we got a wide variety of foods from different planets.” He picked up the menu, hoping he could read it. Luckily, since Skrinnis was a mixed planet, the menu happened to be in Universal Ontarrin. “Curry, huh?”
“You like things on the spicy side, little one?”
“Umm, not sure.” He saw a group of younger Skrinnian females pass by. One coughed a couple times as she followed with her peers. Dar thought they were an interesting species, but not one he’d be game to join with. He would, however, when he got time, do some research on them.
“I suggest you tell the waitress you want it mild, best not be subjecting your insides to food you’re not used to.”
Dar nodded. “Probably wise.”
“You may try a little of mine if you wish.” Gwog saw the waitress approach.
“Hi, what can I get for you?” she asked.
“I’ll have the house special curry, a peshan nat bread, and a tall glass of water,” Gwog said.
“Okay, and for you?” She gestured to Dar.
“Umm, I’ll have the mild curry, one of those breads he’s having, and a manko soda.”
“Right, I’ll have that out for you shortly.”
Gwog relaxed back in his chair. “Manko soda, huh?”
“Sure. Mother used to get it imported from Uyoninis. Other than Erotin sage root floats, it’s my favorite.”
“Well, at least you’re somewhat cultured…I had a youngling cabin steward a few years back that would only eat game fowl, Priddin cheese pasta, and bovidis meat sandwiches. He drove me nuts!”
“What happened to him?”
The waitress brought their drinks. Gwog picked his up and had a sip. “I sent him back to his mother, he wasn’t ready to sail the void of space.”
Dar took a small sip of soda, savoring the sweet, tart flavor. “I hope I’m ready.”
“Oh, you’re ready, I can tell.” He folded his arms. “Why space?”
“Huh?”
“Why have you always been fascinated with space?”
“I guess…” Dar rested his elbows on the table. “…Maybe because my father came from the stars; and deep down inside, I’d like to find him—if he’s still alive.”
Their lunch arrived a few minutes later. Gwog pointed to his. “Have a little taste—if you dare!”
Dar studied him for a moment. Through all the thick wrinkle lines on Gwog’s face, he was pretty sure he saw a fiendish smile. Picking up his fork, he reached across and speared a small piece of meat. It was covered with a yellowish-brown sauce. Slowly, he brought it to his mouth, taking a sniff first. The aroma hinted at spicy, and he hoped it wouldn’t be too bad. Popping it in his mouth, he chewed. “Hmm, not bad,” he said. Then the burn kicked in.
Gwog watched the expression on Dar’s face change from smug to utter distress in a matter of moments. “Hot?”
“Oh shit!” Dar bellowed, and frantically looked for something to cool the burn. “Ow! Ow! Ow!”
“Bread!” Gwog reached over and picked up the plate with the bread. Dar grabbed one and tore off a piece, quickly shoving it in his mouth.
“Arrrggguuuhhh!” Dar said with a mouthful, still in agony. Gwog tried to stifle a laugh, but it didn’t work. Dar stood and flailed about, snatching his soda, and tipping it back. With a mouthful of bread, some of the soda spilled down his shirt. Quite a few patrons in the restaurant took notice and were laughing at his spectacle. The group of female Skrinnians passed by, laughing.
After a few minutes, Dar finally got relief. He coughed and sputtered. “Oh, shit, how can you eat that?!”
Gwog picked up his fork, took a good sized piece of meat, and stuck it in his mouth. “Well, you get used to it after a while.”
He sat down, grabbed a
napkin, and wiped his face and shirt. “Umm, no thanks.”
“I’ll give you credit, little one,” he chuckled. “You gave it a try.”
Dar took another piece of bread and drizzled some Gardinian beegud honey on it. Taking a bite, he was surprised that he could taste anything after that. The honey was sweet and sticky on his tongue, better than the sting of the curry.
The Cunik pulled away from the planet Guonis with five hundred million drig in gold. Gwog, by his virtue of being an upstanding and reliable freighter captain, had secured a license by the Ontarrin Bank to transport Guonin gold to various planets throughout the galaxy. Part of getting the license meant his ship had to be highly resilient to pirates. It didn’t mean the pirates still didn’t try.
Far in the Psi sector were two planets, referred to as twin planets due to their close proximity. Soothis and Renthis housed the dregs of the galaxy. The Soothians were experts in piracy, while their reasonably close relatives, the Renthids, were adept at taking over planets and pillaging to fill their coffers. Neither of the species was particularly bright, but the Renthids were far more brutal than their Soothian brethren. But they did know how to make weapons.
Tregis was at the navigations console, monitoring the sensors. “Captain, I have six contacts closing rapidly just off our port beam.”
“Gee, anyone wanna bet it’s Nekis thinking he can liberate our shipment of gold?” Gwog joked.
Dar turned around. “Who is Nekis?”
“The leader of the Soothian pirates.”
“Ah.” He was worried, but he wasn’t going to let on to the others. As he watched out the big
