Success in Part E-Book

Suzann Dodd

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

The Sakari is missing, somewhere on the planet of Beta Mar.  A plan is implemented by Tony Johnson; a man who has a matching psychological profile, (psi-pro).

He hits upon the idea of having Reggae concerts. 

And Beta Mar, a human occupied planet, is captured by the music.  Hopefully, Sharon, the Sakari will appear.

Leseprobe

Suzann Dodd

Success in Part

Finding Sharon

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In Droplets

In Droplets

Chuka

Beta Mar

The Zerks, according to what I've read, spend about seven days (Earth measurement) orbitting the conquered planet, then move on to the next.  But that's not how it played on Beta Mar. They've been circling for weeks.

Nothing is happening. No invasion, no demands, just circling. Like they were looking for someone. I didn't upvolume my poke. What do I know?

Then Gina, an easy slide, sister of Chief Big Liasion Officer, let it drop the Zerks were searching; for their 'goddess'.

Gina output their 'goddess' wasn't a Zerk. She was human, some wierd anacronism snatched from the past.

We took it as our quest to find her.

Me and my team began this mission, unable to ask a question. We'd stomped through doleful squats, bustling malls, searching without clue.

We tried the 20th Century Park until we could apply as Tour guides. Our eyes stressed to strabismis. We'd screened Nyah Town. Suffered abuse. We've tried to track Debbie Chinn See and nothing.

Now, Dov switches on the aud. Pretending political erudition he tries to connect the ad about some concert to the idea of the pop opting for bread and circuses culminating with; "So they overlay five hundred year old boombah on the end of the world---"

"How blind are we!" I say, leaping to my feet. "That's her music! She comes from Jamaica? Isn't that the ancient Jamaican Folk Music! They are searching for her. This is the signal!"

"RETRO RETRO RETRO REG GAAAAAAAAAY" Shouts Dov.

I turned to Gina. She had deep pockets. She'd been supporting us for months. I didn't have to output, she caught the prog and bought us all tickets.

I ponder different strategies to grab this Sakari;, grab her, entice her, dope her, but get her and hide her and keep her.

"We can't harm her...though she deserves every torture devised we could not risk the wrath of the monsters."

When they were focused;

"We extract a vow from Ki-Zee to take his hordes and return to ZerShaz before freeing her. But that we'd have to do. We'd have to give her over, unharmed without her anger kindled. We'd have to give her back to them in return for our freedom."

The crew agreed, before we travelled, (courtesy of Gina) to Gamier.

We arrived early, sat on the pavement; in the vicinity of Charimont Hall waiting. As the crowd began, we walked up and down, looking into every face. Didn't see her.  The doors were opened, the crowd pushing in. We went, the music background to our quest. Didn't see her. We outted, waiting, searching asl the Crowd had dispersed.

It was the edge of curfew when we saw and heard a Zerk flyer depart. Yes! I was pious. They were looking for her. The concerts were the lure!

With that gift of rightness we made it to our rides, back to Gina's house.

Curfew was two hours beyond sundown to one before sunrise, most didn't buck it, moving only in the light.  If you were out after curfew and the UPs got you it might be beat and lock. If the Zerks saw you, it was death.

Me and my cellies had been separated by the crush though Gina, ever in estrus, clung to me.

I waited in the front room of her house, our headquarters, as all assembled, then demanded privacy which I got with obstinacy, primarily from Gina who has me as her rider.  I needed to match the bytes. With threads of facts I'd built the garment and it wore.

Sharon is on Beta Mar. And we had to find her. Find her before they did.

The Zerks expected her at the Concert. As us, they waited. Waited until certain she was not present, then they took off; empty.  I can't pen why she was on Beta Mar, why they couldn't find her.

Had she come to the concert and the rabble blocked her passage? Or was she dead? I did not rule out that contingency. It was as likely if not more than other.

An unintelligent human recognising her would murder and certainly wouldn't publish. That she could be rotting bones was chalk.

The Zerks knew much as we; this pleased.  I did not denigrate them, never had or would. I considered my conception elevating me to their level. I had long accepted their superiority.

Called upon to repair an intricate motherboard on a Station I'd sat over the thing puzzling when a Zee (who's presence was questionable) pointed out the broken connection.

I was looking at something almost microscopic, what he saw went beyond my vision and comprehension. I asked him how he knew, he pointed at the diagram, walked off.

That I hadn't heard him enter, hadn't felt him behind me, that he'd deduced what I was looking for almost pushed me into a terror.

Discussion with my mates added to my account.  With superior senses how had we been able to maintain equality, much less advantage for so long, unless they weren't fully exerting themselves?

Old Derry Pulver once said, (so many years ago that beyond the words I can't remember the scene); the Zerks are a war tribe and we're their excuse. Cat and rat.

But I knew, somewhere just beyond my five sense, that there had been some other reason why we had held balance for two centuries. And I'd probably learn it via this mission.