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

“Gathow? As in the legendary city Gathow?” Godwin gasped amazed.

Evolanc nodded. “That Gathow. Get some rest. I'll bring you some food in a bit.” She followed Sedom over to the child's bed. “What's your thoughts?”

“I need a mechanic,” Sedom spoke under her breath.

“Fate then,” Evolanc mused.

Sedom turned back to Godwin. “Why Human? Nom’kel is testing me,” she smirked. “You need anything else?” she asked Evolanc. She shook her head, unsure what Sedom meant. It was Sedom who came to see them.

Evolanc shrugged. “It’s relatively quiet tonight, so no. I know Noral was looking for you earlier. It had something to do with the two Marisheio and Alree we have in holding. The medical staff hasn’t been given direction on how to handle prisoners.”

Sedom frowned, trying to recall what she meant. “Oh, I completely forgot we have prisoners,” she muttered to herself as she continued out of the infirmary. How could she forget almost being shot? “I’ll speak with him later. As for now, if any of them need medical assistance, tranquilize them first then render aid. Our medical staff is never permitted to enter a holding cell without two guards present,” she added.

Outside the infirmary, Sedom paused to look around. There were several more people out and about, many of their faces she had yet to memorize. Six orbs hovered above her, guarding her against the new personnel. It unnerved her having so many people around, but things were getting done. She couldn’t complain.

“Where is Zion?” she asked one of the orbs.

“In Ratisha Augers quarters, Chadon,” one of the orbs returned.

“Hum. I wonder what they’re up to?” she thought as she continued walking to Lolum’s.

Out of nowhere, Sedom felt something leap onto her shoulders. She jumped at first, then realized who it was. She glanced to her shoulder, noticing Carwavo had taken a seat on her shoulder, holding on to her left ear to remain steady.

“You needed a lift?” she asked the little tof. The tof picked through the fan’s of Sedom’s ear, stopping to nibble one of the edges. “Hey,” Sedom screeched.

“Chadon, are you okay?” called Tremble as she raced towards her.

Sedom swung Carwavo onto the top of her head as she turned to Tremble. “I’m fine. He was getting a little feisty,” she explained.

Tremble examined the tof, blinking several times as she attempted to figure out what it was.

“He’s my pet tof. I pretty much give him free rein of Gathow. With more people around, I should probably confine him to the arboretum for his own safety.”

Carwavo jumped over to Tremble, startling her at first. “Oh, uh…” Tremble paused, feeling the tof reach into her front breast pocket. He pulled out a piece of a meal bar she had been carrying in her pocket and shoved it into his mouth. Satisfied, he jumped off of Tremble and back onto the roof of the closest building.

“Sorry about that,” Sedom said within a giggle. “Um,” she waved Tremble closer to avoid from being overheard by a group of women walking by. Tremble inched in closer. “You know why Zion would be visiting Ratisha?” she asked.

Tremble glanced away, watching a passerby with distrust. “They’ve been spending a lot of time together,” she side, her words hidden behind a smile and a wink.

Sedom’s face brightened with her shock. “Seriously? Those two? I wouldn’t have pictured it,” Sedom admitted. “I guess I’m going to have to get use to… what do you call it?”

“Fraternizing?” Tremble said low.

They began to walk, passing by the group of women. There were five women in total, all of which bowed their heads as Sedom walked by. Sedom paused, recognizing the group of women as those she saved from being taken aboard the Marisheio ship.

“How is your friend?” she asked one of the women, regarding the woman who was shot trying to run away.

“Chadon, she will survive, thanks to you,” the eldest woman in the group spoke up.

“Good to hear. I hope you’re enjoying Gathow,” she said.

“Chadon,” Tremble spoke up as her hand rose to her ear. “You’re needed on the bridge.”

“Excuse me,” Sedom said to the women, stepping back to meet Tremble. They continued towards the bridge only to have Tremble guide her down another road. “They don’t need me?” Sedom questioned with concern.

“No, I was removing you from an uncomfortable situation,” Tremble mentioned. “I thought you’d prefer to go to your tower.”

Sedom nodded. “Um... thank you.”

EIGHTEEN

Zion guided Godwin into the main ship bay, nearly getting trampled by two-dozen pilots as they entered. He forced Godwin aside, allowing the pilots to pass.

“Boy, you have a lot of people around her for being an abandoned city,” Godwin mentioned.

“It’s no longer abandoned. The Chadon is attempting to reopen it,” Zion mentioned. “I believe they brought your ship over here,” he said as he pointed.

The two continued further inside the ship bay, being met by Qilo. “This him?” he called out as he approached the two men. Zion grunted. Qilo offered Godwin his hand to shake. “Captain Qilo, welcome to Gathow. That was some fine piloting out there,” he mentioned to the man.

Godwin shied away a bit. “Yes, well you do what you can not to get shot down. And about that…” he paused, glancing around the bay, “my ship?”

“You’re not going to like what you see,” Qilo warned, pointing over to the corner of the ship bay. “There isn’t much left of her,” he added.

Godwin limped over to the remains of his ship, kneeling down next to what was once his main shield. The ship was strung out in pieces among the floor. Very little was left of his ship, save for the main cockpit.

He turned to Zion and Qilo, who were standing behind him. “How the hell am I going to