The Fallen Kingdom

Chapter 6

Approaching the Solaris moon, Jet believed he saw something from the edge of his window. As he noticed this, one of the crewmen came into his cabin. "Sir," he said, "the captain has told me to be an escort along with a few others when you are out looking for supplies."

As the crewman spoke, Jet noticed that like Ce'lan, he was a hybrid. He had the natural tattoo-like patterns the Joltel had on their bodies. He had a green and brown type of skin color, showing that he was of Terran descant. "Thank you, but there will be no need for that. No offense, but I don't trust you, or the others just yet. Speaking of which what do you know of me and my friends?"

At this, the hybrid looked around nervously. "Uh, nothing!" Even before he finished this sentence, he left the room. Obviously the hybrid was acting suspiciously, and was probably new to lying. Jet believed he did not know how to lie either because he's never lied, never learned properly, the secret was too large to keep in, or because he was just young. Jet, having been trained by his somewhat paranoid father, knew several skills that have helped throughout the years. He even learned how to interrogate. He smiled at the thought, but shook it out of his head for fear of evil corrupting him.

I should probably look for that young hybrid. Who knows maybe he can help. Maybe. Walking out of the cabin, he began heading towards Crystal's cabin. He realized that she wasn't in there. Probably in the dining room, he thought. Strolling in that direction, he saw the Terran hybrid speaking to a group of other aliens. Some species he didn't recognize, the rest were Joltel of one region or another. One slug-thing in particular looked at him for longer than a moment. For what seemed like hours, they held their gaze and then finally, the slug turned away. At last, upon arrival at the dining room, he thought he saw her. However, it was just a coat hanger.

Ce'lan was at the corner of the room laughing with another Solaris. Jet, wondering where Crystal was, marched up to Ce'lan, and with the dominance of a General, displayed his authority, just to show the aliens who was in charge. "Have you seen Crystal?"

"I believe she said she was going for a walk," Ce'lan replied.

"Didn't you warn her about this place?" growled Jet.

"Of course, but she wouldn't listen. For that reason I only let her go if she was accompanied by the two crewmen I trust most here. So there is no need to worry."

"Better hope not. 'Cause if there is,"

"You'll slaughter every one here. I know. I know. I've heard you say it before. C'mon man, I'm your best bud. Lighten up. You act as if you're thirty. You're eighteen, remember? I don't even know why you stole that god-damn thing in the first place."

"I don't either. I just know I have to. There's important stuff on here. It could help us win the war. People won't have to be afraid,"

"Except for the Joltel! Or the hybrids! They will all fear the humans. It's practically like the incident back in the year 2001 when terrorists on Earth blew up one of the main complexes. Humans began fearing others of their own race. All for some incidents that occur due to one hurting the other. That data or information you have better be worth it."

"It is. I promise. Now are you sure you don't know where Crystal is?"

"I told you, all I know is she went out for a walk."

"In what direction?"

"North," replied Ce'lan.

"Thanks. I'll tell you why I need to know as soon as I find her." With that said, Jet stepped out of the Highlander. He made sure to take in all of his surroundings in case something happened. He returned inside the ship to gather a few supplies, then was stopped by a Electro-Jolt. He appeared to be about 30, but looks could have deceived him. The man walked cautiously, as if worried he'd contaminate or ruin something. He then spoke.

"Be careful sir. You never know who could compromise you, or who could be an enemy. The planet is populated by dangerous organisms. Take this, it is a radio in case you need to communicate with the ship."

"Thank you, but I don't know you, so how do I know I can trust you?"

"You just will," replied the Necros. He turned back towards the doorway and then said, "Sir, just heed my warning." With that he left.

Jet checked his supplies once again and headed out. He began walking in the direction Ce'lan suggested. After about walking for half an hour, he believed he heard a rustle of leaves. He walked forward for about two steps, when suddenly, a fruit fell in front of him. He inched his hand closer to his pocket where his knife was. This was especially dangerous considering there was no tree above him.

After what seemed like an eternity, he began moving once again, at a normal pace yet aware of everything around him. No sounds were heard for the remainder of the day. He walked until the sun had set. He decided to create a make-shift camp out of nearby branches, leaves, and rocks. He would camp there for the night, continue his search the next day, and by mid-day tomorrow begin heading back. 

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Da'et was unnoticed by the young man. He decided to hunt him alone to prove his worth. He began by staying in the trees. When the leaves began thinning out, he used a fruit as a distraction. He threw it upwards so it would seem as if it fell straight down. With the distraction he made his move with incredible speed, precision and agility.

The man seemed to be looking for something, someone to be exact. Da'et knew this for he captured and hid the boy's companion. He would interrogate her and find out where the file was. He used a drug that would keep her asleep for about eight more hours. He would take the boy when he fell asleep. 

Discovering who had it had been the easy part. Finding where they had it or where they would exchange it had proven more difficult. The interrogation would help with that. He had several ideas of how to gain the information. He just hoped he knew which he would use. The idea simply made him smile.

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General Diaz received a call from his son's best friend. He described the situation and confirmed that they had taken the file. All Diaz wished was that they were safe and would remain that way.

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Garrar could not get the war out of his mind. It had kept him awake for days at a time. He had not slept for two weeks and Scurrasay had begun worrying about him. When he finally did sleep, he would awaken from nightmares.

One of these dreadful nights caused him to imagine a human, a hybrid, and a Joltel in what seemed to be a base. The group would then begin shooting at one another, and during the cross-fire, they discover him, and kill him. Afterwards the group would invade his kingdom, and murder every citizen that existed there. Finally, they would hang his lifeless body in front of his castle for all to see. At that point, he awoke screaming and pouring with sweat. 

"You must rest, my lord," would say his wife.

Rest. Such a lost cause. Garrar could not rest any longer. It was nearly impossible for him now.

Rest would be amazing.

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