by

Yanick Champoux (38%)

Lee Watts (18%)

Josip Nað (17%)

Michel Lacombe (16%)

Dorian (4%)

goldkngt55 (3%)

Andrew Avila (2%)

Marten (1%)

Oliver (1%)

Part 38

goldkngt55 (8/3/2002)

Brother Garth looked through the eyes of the tiny insects that had followed the interprid heroes into the room. He held a close symbiosis with them, felt what they felt and heard what they heard. The sleeping, exhausted form of the two females, the idiot pilot and the braindead boy gave him pause.

His hive was loosing the cold war that had been going on for these last few years back on Chernoborg. It had only been the greatest of luck that had allowed him to meet his fellow vorox and join their traveling sect-and that luck had stretched doubly thin as his fellow agents were picked out one by one by more hostile hives...hives bent on destroying the known worlds by force of arms at whatever the cost.

He shuddered...some costs were too terrible to imagine...indeed the visions and portents told that once another people had thought the costs worth bearing and doomed themselves to eternal darkness and banishment as a result.

He would not let the same thing happen again...he could not let it happen again.

He sensed the dual nature in the woman, Magdalena. They had ignored his invitation but time still remained before the ship arrived at its erstwhile destination.

That the static ones had their mark upon her as well did not bode well, yet he sensed the link to the key upon her...or rather...a secondary link like another chain in a greater length of chain that spawned in an endless link as life itself...

He felt something cool and metalic touch the nape of his neck.