The Last Narkoy: Gathow: Book 2 by Elizabeth Price (find a book to read txt) 📕

over the security orbs. It will be your job to keep Gathow secure and see to our protection,” she explained.

“You’re giving up your power? Are you feeling well?” Zion questioned, uncertain if she was thinking straight.

She laughed, finding his comment rather appropriate. “No, I’m trusting you. I’m… delegating responsibilities, as Lolum suggested. I alone can’t run Gathow. Mind you, this isn’t easy for me… trusting that is. But I’m also tired of having to drop everything every time someone walks into Gathow,” she explained.

Zion grunted, amused by her actions. “I finally have your respect.”

Sedom stared at him. “That was easy. Now, try keeping it,” she said as she pointed to the orb manual in his hands. “Onto a different subject; do you know how to fly a fighter?” she asked. He nodded, uncertain what she was going to ask. “Qilo’s taking Danstu and Cidele to Zaltez to pick up some new recruits. I need a wingman to keep an eye on them, in case they get into any trouble. This is an important mission and I don’t want anything to go wrong.”

“Is Rosanheer coming?” Zion questioned.

“If he wants to and if he knows how. It might do you two some good to stretch your legs and see the sights,” she joked. She motioned to the door where Danstu hurried out. “You’ve been around him enough these past few days. What are your impressions?”

Zion crossed his arms over his muscular chest. “Impressive. He’s been on the job three days and has already accomplished a lot. We’ve hit him with several major issues and so far he’s managed to come up with solutions or found people who could.”

“Do you trust him?” she asked seriously as she tapped on her forehead.

Zion uncrossed his arms, leaning forward against the table. “In the field, no. He’s raw. Here, leading Gathow, yes. The man knows what he’s talking about and gets things done. And surprisingly, he’s extremely loyal to you… considering.”

“Considering I’ve threatened his life numerous times, hum? Do you think he’s better than me?” Sedom questioned.

Zion leaned closer to Sedom. “Baiting me?” he questioned. Sedom shrugged. “You’re smart and have the ability to make good decisions quickly. But, I have to believe most of your decisions are luck. Danstu, he’s had the schooling and knows what he’s doing, without guessing.”

Sedom blinked nervously. “The truth stings, but it’s better to live with a little prick of pain than suffer endlessly with a lie. Very well. Your recommendation means a lot to me.”

Zion’s bottom jaw gaped with surprise. “Who are you and what did you do with our Chadon?” he joked.

Sedom returned with a smirking grin. “I’m looking at ten-thousand new recruits in the next few months. Something had to change, and that something had to be me. Lolum mentioned I need to ask for more help so… help.”

“Gladly, Sortec,” Zion returned bowing slightly at the hips.

She stood from her seat, walking over to the open window. Even though they lived underground, there was still a cold breeze that would enter her unit at night. She closed the window. “Fine then. I’ll meet you in the ship bay in the morning.”

Zion grunted his acknowledgment. “Tomorrow then. Night.” He dismissed himself, leaving Sedom to her computers.

Moments later, Garric appeared from around the corner, carrying a cup of tea. “Are you planning to sleep tonight?” he asked. Sedom hummed her response. “Will there be anything else?” he asked humbled. Sedom dismissed him away with a flick of her wrist. There was no need to keep him up all night.

FOURTEEN

 

In the ship bay, Danstu waited anxiously as Qilo and Cidele joined him. Right behind him walked Sedom, along with Zion and Rosanheer.

Danstu rushed over to Sedom, his eyes wild with concern. “Chadon? I can’t assure your safety. It would be better if I handle this on my own,” Danstu insisted.

“You are. I’m flying you to the moon, to our sub base which has a ship more suitable for your mission. From there, Zion and Rosanheer will guard your ship to Zaltez,” Sedom explained.

Danstu waved her aside. “I thought you trusted me,” he whispered.

“You, yes, but barely. This will be the first time a Narkoy vessel will be seen outside this quadrant or any quadrant in nearly a hundred years. I’m not risking my technology or my friends ending up in the wrong hands,” she explained. “Considering these ships are why the Marisheio destroyed my people,” she added.

“Good point, Chadon,” Qilo spoke up from behind them, even though it was supposed to be a private conversation.

She glared over at Qilo who backed away. “The cargo ship is already loaded. I’ve also added a few items to sweeten the deal,” she said while she handed Danstu a computer pad. He had to switch his small overnight bag to his other hand to grab it. “Let’s go.” Sedom waved everyone to follow her.

Zion gazed around at the ship bay, unsure which ship to choose. “Which one, Sortec?” he called.

“Anyone except those two,” she pointed to her ship and Qilo’s, who nodded his thanks that she acknowledged his ownership of the ship. “Just make sure you can operate the weapons,” she added. “We’ll meet you on Nogoana.”

Sedom slid inside a small cargo ship, scanning over the controls. Qilo, Danstu and Cidele slid into the three other seats. “Are you good to do this?” Qilo asked, noticing Sedom searching nervously over the controls.

“I haven’t had the chance to fly one of these yet,” Sedom admitted.

“We have twenty-seven different ships here. I doubt you’d know how to fly them all,” Qilo mentioned.

“Twenty-seven?” Cidele asked in a gasp.

“That are here in Gathow, yes,” Sedom added.

Qilo motioned for Sedom to switch seats. “Watch me first, then you can fly her home,” he offered.

Sedom agreed, switching seats with Qilo.