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

and decorate each room every two hours. That is if everything goes smoothly, which it seldom does. Not to mention, I’ll need complete access to a factory replicator for the next four days. I’m already receiving complaints due to the limited access. This will cause quite a strain on our resources.”

Danstu nodded, calculating in his mind as they walked. “I can arrange extra help and I’ll talk to Sortec about the orb situation. Maybe she has a way of doubling the orbs. As for the furniture, keep the units simple, bed, sofa, chair and a dresser. Once Dranuim has the systems completely up, than everyone can decorate to their hearts delight. Until then, we’re going to have to manage.”

Cidele sighed deeply. “Fine. I’ll get to work right away.”

“Start tomorrow morning. I need time too. I’m not going to sleep tonight as it is,” he whispered low. “I know it’s not safe for her to be down here, but do you think the Chadon would allow me to borrow Garric?”

“Why would you want that faas?” Cidele sneered.

“Marisheio or not, I need an extra hand. I doubt he’s going to cause any problems with that collar around his neck,” he admitted.

On the bridge, Sedom tapped the com panel, ringing her unit. Thankfully, Garric answered. “Chadon, interesting you calling yourself. I don’t believe you can come to the com right now. Should I take a message?”

“You’re funny. I was calling you. I need you to assist Danstu with anything he needs. He’s outside the cafeteria,” she added.

Garric nodded to the screen. “Right away, Sortec.”

She tapped another button on the counsel. “Where is Dranuim?”

“Level two, section two-two-zella,” the computer returned.

“Patch me through,” she ordered. Moments later, Dranium’s frightened image appeared on the screen. “How are the repairs going?” she asked.

Dranuim blinked several times, clearing his red eyes from the darkness that surrounded them. “That’s cool, orb communications. Uh… okay, I guess. The extra people Danstu provided for me are helpful. Is there a problem, Chadon?”

“I need your team to head over to the replicators. We still have six factories off line. I need you to make it a priority to fix at least two of them for me by the end of the day,” she ordered.

“Oh, I’m not sure that’s possible, but we’ll give it a try. You heard the Chadon. Guess we’ll play in the mud another day,” he replied.

The orb’s image switched back to a screen showing all internal orb operations. The screen gave a detailed listing of nearly twenty different orbs located in Gathow. Sedom tapped on one group of orbs, selecting them.

“Bring up an internal map of section one,” she ordered the computer. A three-dimensional map appeared before her. “Show me an area that has six-hundred unoccupied units.” The map zoomed in to a section of the first level, near the arboretum. “Send these orbs to clear out all debris from these twelve buildings so they are suitable for inhabitance.”

Near the cafeteria, the group of newcomers along with everyone else around them, stopped in their tracks. Above them, nearly a thousand green orbs emerged from large holes in the cave walls. All of the orbs rushed directly through the middle of the group, flying towards the buildings Sedom requested to be cleaned. The orbs disappeared into the buildings as quickly as they appeared.

“What was that about? I’ve never seen green orbs before,” Cidele asked Zion.

Zion handed her a computer pad. “I don’t know. Just be grateful they disappeared and didn’t attack.” He turned to Danstu, perplexed. “I thought only Sortec and I had the authority to grant access to Gathow,” he mentioned to Danstu as he handed him a computer pad.

Danstu grinned arrogantly. “She’s warming up to me,” he joked. He paused, turning back to Zion. “And so it seems you as well? It would have been nice to know.”

“It’s a recent promotion,” Zion elaborated.

“What’s this?” Danstu pointed to the computer pad.

“A situation which needs our immediate attention. It’s been brought to my attention that Sortec ejected one of the Crowarl’s citizens for insubordination. The damn fool went directly to the Marisheio for the reward for finding this place. I need to know what you want to do,” he explained.

“You’re the head of security, it’s your call. What do you want to do?” Danstu said.

“I’ll take a team and find him. Do you want him alive or does it matter?” he asked.

Danstu shook his head. He pointed over to two men and a woman standing away from the crowd. “These are our new medical staff members. Would you mind showing them to the infirmary on your way out?”

Zion glanced over to Cidele, then over to Rosanheer, who was speaking to a group of old friends. “I’ll have Rosanheer handle it. I need to gather my team.” He spun around, nearly toppling over Garric. He stepped back, allowing the much shorter Marisheio man some space. “Watch it!” he growled.

Garric kept his head down as he approached Danstu. “Sir, Sortec asked that I join you and see if I can help in any way.”

Danstu’s jaw dropped. He glanced around, looking for anything that could possibly be used as a camera. He turned, gazing directly into the glowing top of an orb. “She’s listening. She has to be listening to us,” he accused. “Regardless, yes.” He handed Garric a computer pad. “This is the duty roster. I need you to stand down there and tell each person their unit number, schedule and where to report for work.”

“Right away, sir.” Garric took the computer pad, running to the end of the table, where a long line of people were gathering.

Rosanheer motioned to Danstu to come over to him. He hesitated, trying to figure out where Cidele went. She was near the end of the long table, near Nokinil. He hurried over to Rosanheer.