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

“These twenty are part of the maintenance crew,” Rosanheer introduced.

Danstu nodded several times. “Good, good. Introduce them to…” he paused, forgetting his name.

“Dranium,” Rosanheer corrected.

Danstu snapped his fingers. “That’s it. Yes, Dranium. Thank you. But do it tomorrow after they’re processed. I don’t want the orbs going after them. For now, I need you to take the new medical staff to the infirmary then meet Zion at the tunnel for a mission,” he said, starting to run off.

Rosanheer pulled Danstu to the side. “Hey, wait a minute. When was the last time you slept?” he questioned out of concern.

“Hell if I can remember,” Danstu said within a chuckle.

“Get these people processed and grab a few hours. We need you sharp and right now you’re wearing down,” Rosanheer mentioned. “Now what’s this mission?”

“I need you to clean up a mess for the Chadon. Zion will explain,” Danstu said within a yawn.

“Okay, but watch yourself,” he said.

Danstu nodded, grinning over his new friend’s concern.

As Rosanheer guided the group towards the infirmary, Cidele came up behind him, resting her hand against his shoulder. “A moment of your time,” she asked sweetly.

“Hold on a minute,” he called to his group. He turned to Cidele, a slight look of shock on his face. “Cidele.”

She started to speak, looking him in the eyes. She turned away, unable to meet his eyes. “It’s a lot to ask, but could you keep an eye on Danstu? He didn’t sleep the entire time we were away and I doubt he slept much before we left.”

“We just had a conversation about that. I’m going to get these people settled in, see what Zion wants and then I’ll be right by his side. I won’t let anything happen to him,” he offered.

Cidele nodded. “Thank you.”

From the tower, Sedom squealed with delight. Finally, Cidele was warming up to Rosanheer. But then it occurred to her, Cidele was starting to have feelings for Danstu. “This is going to be interesting,” she muttered to herself.

“Chadon?” Tremble spoke up.

“Danstu and Cidele, I think something is going on between them,” Sedom mentioned.

“Will that be a problem, Chadon? If so, I can speak with them—“ Tremble offered.

Sedom turned to her, grinning widely. “No. I just didn’t picture Danstu as being her type. She’s usually interested in Dormin men,” Sedom mentioned.

“Interesting, Chadon,” Tremble remarked.

***

Later that night, Danstu didn’t bother knocking on Sedom’s door when he arrived at her unit. He knew she’d be waiting for him. He entered he unit, finding her sitting at her dining room table, once again surrounded by computer pads. To her left, there sat two stacks, eight computer pads each, along with several hand-written files and a glass of wine.

She glanced up at him. “Section four-seven-nodda is clean and clear for Cidele’s redecorating team. The last orbs are repainting now. Dranium’s team has repaired factories six and four and is in the process of repairing factory one. I have two teams working through the night producing furniture. This should improve productivity levels considerably and keep Cidele from whining. I know she can cause quite a headache.”

Danstu sank tiredly into a seat, taking up her hand-written reports first. They were written in Celibec, but it didn’t seem to affect his reading. It was her way of testing him. She knew he spoke Celibec, and now she knew he could read it as well.

“You were listening to our conversation?” he asked, as if accusing her.

Sedom sat back, watching Danstu with blank eyes. “I have to admit, I found it quite entertaining when Zion learned I gave you a higher security clearance.” She handed him another computer pad. “I’ve given the top eight access privileges. Once I’m use to our team, I’ll start granting more access. For now, you can come and go as you like, as long as you log where you’re going and for how long. The Corin is your ship to use, but due to its’ size it must remain docked on the moon. Also, you must clear two pilots to take you anywhere with an additional four wingmen and two fighters. I don’t want a repeat of what happened the other day. It’s a pain to fix damaged ships considering I don’t have the factories running yet to make new parts,” she mentioned, grinning meekly to show her concern. “Besides, it’s been mentioned that you know too much and I can’t have you falling into enemy hands.”

“Understandable. I honestly would greatly appreciate it. The prospect of becoming a Marisheio POW doesn’t hold much appeal for me. Would it be acceptable to ask for flight lessons?” he asked.

Sedom snapped her fingers and then pointed to him. “That’s an excellent idea. I’ll arrange lessons for you and for any other ship you might have need to fly. I also want you trained on how to use some of our weapons. They can be a bit tricky.”

“A weapon might be a good idea. I don’t have one anymore,” Danstu mentioned.

She nodded, standing. “I’ve been looking over the information the orbs gathered on our new staff and these sixteen…” she handed him yet another computer pad. She continued walking into her main office, near the front door, “…I want on the bridge,” she returned with a pistol. “I especially want the three listed at the top.” She handed him the pistol. “This is yours. I trust you know how to use it.” She paused to take a deep breath. “And yes, you do have my attention and my favor. Keep up the good work.”

“Glad to hear, Chadon.” He took the pistol, tucking it into the waistband of his slacks. Seeing him tuck the pistol into his pants caused Sedom to cringe. “As you might have heard, I have six-hundred more recruits arriving in a few days. Many are pilots. I hope this pleases you,” he