standing on the other side of the
Pactor. The boy’s hat was pulled down, but he could still see the
vivid green eyes watching him. The male was still young. He wasn’t
even old enough for facial hair. “The boy might do better if he has
contact with others. How long were you held captive? A situation
like that could be very damaging to a young child.”
“Don’t you go worrying about Mel’s mental
health,” Cal said. “He’s fine. I’m here and he has the Pactor.
He’ll be good with that.”
“I am not disagreeing that you are not
enough for the boy, but surely you see that being around just you
and a beast is not enough stimulation. Perhaps I can help,” Tandor
suggested. “From what I’ve been told and what you have said, the
boy doesn’t speak and may have… mental health issues that I can
help him with, perhaps even heal.”
“The only thing that will help heal the boy
is getting back to Earth,” Cal insisted, crowding Tandor and the
guard who was listening to the exchange in silence. He kept
stepping closer, until the door to the bay opened. “You and
everyone else stay out of here and leave us alone and it will be
fine.”
Tandor scowled as the old man stepped back
and palmed the door to the bay shut. He looked down at the scanner.
All readings for body temperature and parasites were normal for the
old man. The scans for Mel looked fine, but he had been too far
away to get a good reading.
“Is he always so difficult?” Tandor asked
the guard in frustration.
“From what the warriors who were on the
asteroid said, he could have been more difficult,” the guard
responded with a grin. “I heard the boy went after one of the
warriors with a metal pipe while the beast attacked another, so it
could have been worse.”
“Well, just in case, I will order some
additional nutrients to be added to their food,” Tandor sighed.
“I’ll have it delivered since it doesn’t look like they will be
leaving the repair bay any time soon.”
“If you could have smelled the shuttle when
the door opened, be thankful for that,” the warrior laughed.
“Pactor dung is about as foul as it gets, yet those two didn’t even
blink an eye about cleaning it up.”
Tandor shuddered. “I’m glad I missed that,”
he replied. “If you notice anything unusual, please immediately
report it to me.”
“Yes, sir,” the warrior replied, leaning
back against the bulkhead. “I don’t imagine this will be too
difficult a job.”
Chapter 5
Melina ran the damp cloth over Hobbler’s
forehead, giggling softly when the baby Pactor tried to nibble on
it. She loved feeling clean, really clean, for the first time in
forever. It had taken her a few minutes to figure out the bathroom
that was attached to the small office area, but it had been worth
every second of it.
Ha’ven Ha’darra had ordered a section of a
different repair bay divided for their use as they needed the
original one late last night. This one was better for several
reasons. It was further down and was a smaller, less used, area. It
was more of a storage area for parts and equipment. The second
reason it was better was because it had a room with a full bathroom
where the other didn’t.
They had been on board the Horizon for a week now. It was so different from the Antrox mine. She
didn’t have to worry about where to sleep if her grandfather was
working, or about other prisoners harassing her. She especially
didn’t have to worry about the guards. Their lone guard had
disappeared after the second day.
“I heard Creon tell Gramps that you were
going to be going to live with a woman named Ariel and her husband…
mate… or whatever they are called on their mountain home,” Melina
murmured in a soothing voice as she dipped the cloth into the
bucket again and ran it over Hobbler’s short trunk. “He said they
have all kinds of animals and that you’d have room to roam and
grow. I wish I could take you with me back to our farm, but