After discovering clues from her astray father, the first hybrid offspring joins forces with her ragtag friends, embarking on a mission to regain the planet Safforia from the dystopian regime.
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Year E3029
Ocea
Dylan crouched and peeked, his face inches from the hole. The grin on his face moved to a toothy smile. I squatted beside him, my cheek beside his, while we examined the dark room. He wiggled the doorknob and huffed with annoyance.
"Locked?" I asked, listening to Stopper's giggles behind me.
"Yep," Dylan replied, trying to put his arm into the hole, but pulled away. "Ouch." Blood spotting on his arm from the edgy wood cutting him.
I leaned closer to the hole, watching the crafts blink red together. The humming of the machines that had been asleep for years whistled through the space. A greenhouse to the side of the door had plants growing out of the windows and taking over the crafters close by.
"I guess they never destroyed the human ships," Dylan said. "Do you think the first ship is there?"
"Only one way to find out." Thomas stood behind, pointing a metal bar at the doorknob. "Let's get in there."
Thomas swung the metal bar at the doorknob and knocked it to the ground with a clang. The ball bounced toward Stopper as he watched it gradually roll by him. He crouched on the chilly floor, placing his cheek on the cement with a giggle as it stopped before his eyes.
"Wow, this is beautiful," he said, picking it up with just the tips of his fingers. "The color is rich and—" He licked the doorknob. "Dandy."
Becca let out a wail of tears, crying into Wyatt's chest. "Dandy, like a daddy I might have." Her cries muffled.
Dylan rolled his eyes while Stop put the doorknob into my face. I swatted it away, watching it fly across the room. Stopper ran after it, and Thomas grunted while ripping the door off the wall. He tossed the door down with a smile and gestured into the secret area.
"Wyatt, stay here with the golden retriever and crying cat," Dylan said before he stepped past the open door.
I laughed at Stopper running up to Wyatt and handing him the doorknob. "Throw it," he said with a rapid nob.
Wyatt tossed it into the darkness. "Yeah, I'll watch over them. Check all the pods. Don't leave any out."
I brought my hand to my forehead and saluted him. "Got it."
Spinning, I saw Thomas following Dylan to the first pod. I stepped into the darkness, feeling the wooden stairs shake. I jumped a couple of steps and jogged toward Thomas. The pods all blinked at once with a red light.
"What do you think they were growing?" Thomas pointed at the greenhouse.
A vine shook small gal mites off the enormous leaves. The greenhouse had one wall missing while the pine tree grew out of the top, touching the ceiling, bending to fit in the room. A few sunhovers hovered from an open pod and landed in the tangled plants.
