Dealing With Consequences

Chapter 7

Amara opened her eyes to a spirally blur. She sat up slowly adjusting to the new environment. She was in a hovercraft, that part was obvious. From the looks of things, she was in the containment block wedged up against a box of seedlings. She hesitantly stood up holding the box for support and slowly made her way to the door.

As the door flew open, four soldiers' heads whipped around in their seat. Amara stood in the doorway unstable. It would take a bit for the drug to leave her body. For now, she dealt with the swirling disaster in front of her.

"Amara," a familiar voice called from the seats. A soldier stood up and walked over to aid Amara to a bench. "Amara, what are you doing here? This is no place for a medic." Amara stared at the three Lights in front of her. She knew only one of them was her true friend, Light, but for now she would accept the three.

"What? A girl isn't allowed to hitch a ride home," Amara lightheartedly joked. Light frowned.

"Amara, this isn't heading to Shelter," Light groaned.

"Where is this craft heading," Amara whispered her voice shaking from fear. She already knew the answer. Her father had sentenced her to an unimaginable death.

"Negotiations," Light said as Amara nodded and let out a whimper.

"Bugger, Amara," Light pressed. "What were you thinking?

"I wasn't," Amara snapped. "I was drugged and put on this transport."

Light sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. The other soldiers looked at them in shock. He ran his fingers through his hair as he walked over to the front communication boards.

"Negotiations to Home Base, come in Home Base," he yelled into the device.

"Home Base to Negotiations," the woman on the other end stated calmly.

"We need to request immediate redirection for a pickup of Medic Amara Fizamel," he yelled again into the device.

"Home Base to Negotiations," the woman stated. "One moment, please, as I get authorization." The hovercraft sat in silence for what seemed like days as the soldiers stared at the boards begging for them speak. "Home Base to Negotiations, orders are to proceed as planned. I repeat proceed as planned."

"What? You can't be serious," Light bellowed. "This is Amara we are talking about! Immediate transport. Hello? Vision? Hello?!" After a brief pause of silence, Light smacked the board with his fist and turned saying some rude words.

"Strip," he stated coldly. Amara looked up at him in shock. "You can't go in like that, Amara they would single you out immediately." He pulled out various garments in the signature green and Amara nodded. She shook as she took off her jacket and pants. The boys stared on in shock. "Give the girl some peace," Light snapped and the three turned coughing back to face front.

Amara slipped on the pants in silence. She noticed the mass of a stomach as she tried to pull her shirt down. She reached down and stroked the bulge with curiosity. For a second, she felt warmth run through her.  That wasn't there earlier, she thought. "Amara, That thing isn't human." Amara's body went cold and she pulled her hand away quickly.

"Wow, Amara, should have gone easy on the treats," Light joked before pulling out another shirt. Amara slipped it on without a word and sat down at the end of the line of negotiators. Light came over and gently plopped the oversized helmet on her head. "It will be alright, Amara. We won't let anything happen to you."

Amara tucked herself into the protective armor that sealed on her body and tried to suppress her fear. Everyone sat in silence until we reached our destination. Amara turned as the hovercraft slowly traveled through channels of volcanic stone until it reached a giant cavern deep inside of her tomb. The hovercraft gently touched down and the doors opened to screeching noises.