Let Your Clarity Define YouLet Your Clarity Define YouIt had been a full eight days since Caravi had spoken anything that even remotely made sense, and it was starting to wear on the crew's nerves. After a brief, yet intense conversation, they agreed and sent a rather apprehensive Zimot to speak with him, hoping that the man's knowledge of Caravi's people would somehow help.One hour passed, and then a second, and Zimot's frustration only increased. Already, he could feel the beginnings of a headache begin to pulse across his forehead as Caravi rambled off yet another stream of pure gibberish while darting all around the room, tinkering with various controls.There was a reason no one had wanted to get in his way, Zimot thought ruefully. Whatever had affected Caravi's speech had seemingly also affected the rest of his mind- the ancient being was literally wired with an energy that was not natural."Caravi!" Zimot all but shouted when Caravi paused long enough to ask him something that soun
That's the Plan"That's the plan," Caravi said grimly as he nodded out the window. The others could see a small, rather plain box, no larger then a fist. It was already nearly a hundred meters away from them, and the distance was swiftly increasing. When it's top rotated around to face them, they could see that it was covered in the looping runes of Caravi's native tongue."I don't get it." Thristal said, just as Gravor spoke."What do you mean, 'that's the plan'?""Caravi," Zimot said slowly, his gaze moving from the seemingly simple box to Caravi's face, "Is that the device you've been-?""Working on for the last month? Yup." Caravi answered, his tone lacking it's usual energy. "Whoever's been following us literally beamed it straigh out of my hands just as I finished assembling it. It's well on the way to their ship, even if it doesn't look like it."The rest of the crew's faces paled as the implication of that statement struck home.
Kick Down Every Door"Kick down every last door if you have to." Caravi said brightly. "We're going to get every last person out of here before next week's 'events!" "You mean, before they thank us for saving their lives, by chasing us off the planet and the end of a very nasty looking gun?" Gravor asked.Caravi nodded, his face lit up with a wide grin. "Yup!"Thristal snorted and took off down one end of the hall. "Might as well get this over with." he called over his shoulder, trying the locked door handle before blasting it with high frequency audio waves to open the lockIn the corner of the classroom, a group of twenty youngsters, likely only six or seven years old by Thristal's best guess, huddled. A thin woman who was evidently their teacher stood guard before them. In her hands, she held a gun of her own. Deju vu, all over again... except, this time from the future. Thristal thought to himself. I'm really getting tired of being on this end of that gun."Hi there!" he exclaimed, pastin
Conscience Cleared"How's he doing?" Gravor asked, resisting the urge to peer through the small crack that the mostly closed door had left, like some young and inquisitive child. "Any change yet? For that matter- any improvement?""He's still in the coma," Zimot replied, "and I'm barely getting anything in terms of mental activity from what I understand of his computer readings.""And... that's a good thing?""Supposedly, yes. He made it very clear that there would be virtually impossible to reach him. It was the only way that he could focus enough to create the antitoxins necessary. The chemicals he's on help to subdue the pain and to sustain the rest of his body's systems at the same time. I also put him on a solution that I hope will start to counteract his energy deficit these last few weeks."Three full days passed before Caravi showed any sign of waking, and when he did, the rest of the crew heaved a collective sigh of relief.Zimot alone entered the room as Caravi
Living Life"I'm worried about him," Zimot said as the team, sans Caravi, gathered in the kitchen to eat. "He's barely shown his face outside of his bedroom, even after clearly declaring that everything was fine. Knowing Caravi, he's hiding something."Thrsital was already shaking his head by the time Zimot had finished speaking. "He specifically said that he needs time to process things on his own. That's the best that we can do for him- leave him be."Zimot bit back his retort, not finding the need to pick a fight as everyone started to eat. This, at least, was one thing that he could do on his own. Sometime later, after Zimot soundly knocked on Caravi's bedroom door, Caravi finally opened the door, allowing Zimot to enter, much to his surprise. "What did you want?" Caravia asked uncharacteristically weary. He moved aside to let Zimot enter the rest of the way, and sank back onto the edge of the bed that he had clearly just vacated. He unconsciously tugged his sleeve even further over
Time Falls Away"I lost track of time." Caravi said, his back to the rest of the room as he tinkered with the latest tool that he had been working on. The others were content enough with that answer, but Zimot snorted. "You, Caravi? Lose track of time? You've said before that that's not possible for you."The others paused, turning their attention to what seemed very likely to turn into a verbal sparring match.Though imperceptible to the others, Zimot saw Caravi's shoulders tense, his body on edge. Instinctively, he knew that the older creature's expression had tightened and his eyebrows had puckered as they always did when he was forced to think fast in order to cover over one thing or another."It's a matter of perception." Caravi said after a moment, neatly setting aside his many oddly shaped tools before directing his focus on them. "I might not loose track of time as you think of it, but I thought the phrase worked well enough to explain it to you who have no real understa
Life So Dishonest"Just keep breathing, Thristal." Caravi said distractedly, "and whatever you do, try not to get anymore of it on yourself," he added in tired exasperation.Despite the feeling that his body felt like a conduit for a thousand bolts of raw energy, Thristal rolled his eyes before whispering, "I really wasn't planning on it."Caravi barely turned from his work in order to send Thristal a stern glare. "Hush!" he said as he flipped an entire bank of switches, barely flinching as electricity shot through the wires that he held pinched together. " The less you breath in at this point, the better. Once this is reconnected and actually working again, I'm getting you back to the ship to get your lungs and skin cleaned up."Three hours later found Thristal back to his usual- if slightly bemused- self. "IF you ever wanted proof that life is either unfair or dishonest, just think of Wathonan," he told Zimot while fingering a freshly healed bu