Galaxy Pirates

Chapter 2: The Shark Tooth Pirates

Violet raised her eyelids. She was in a cosy brown wooden room, comfortably accommodated as if a guest-bedroom of some sort. Lying in warm blankets in a large bed, she could feel the whole building was somehow moving as if she were in a giant vehicle. Out of a tiny round window, she could see open space full of distant stars and giant meteors floating around. It was apparently a spaceship. She tried to stand up but winced – her body was slightly burnt and was stinging. She had bandages on her wounds.

"You woke up?"

This deep voice sounded somewhat familiar. It was that same blond explosive guy of before, the one who had caused havoc in the inn and killed Leah and Yordie. Violet reclined to a wall behind her, regretful she had no way to escape. Noticing her troubles, the guy shyly smiled and raised his hands which had normal human skin now instead of the explosive stone cover of before:

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I shall never allow humans to be oppressed."

"How am I to believe you? You killed Leah, my fellow human, right before my eyes!"

"That is why I said – I shall never allow humans to be oppressed. I shall slay anyone who oppresses humans in my presence, even if it's humans themselves."

Once saw his wrathful eyes flash red, Violet preferred to shut her mouth on that particular topic, in order not to end up as Leah and Yordie. The young man regained his benevolent smile, grabbed a glass on a bed-side table nearby, poured a strange drink into it, and brought it to her lips.

"Come on, drink this, it will lull the pain. I am sorry. I kind of got carried away back there and burned you unintentionally as you were caught in my fire."

"Why are you so considerate towards humans? Saying you won't bear their getting oppressed and all... I've never seen any species be so tolerant towards us. What are you?"

"Well, the main reason is that I'm half-human."

"Half-human?!"

"Yes. My mother was a human – a slave, like you. My father encountered her in a pub and fell for her. Since our species has no riches he was unable to buy her, but it didn't stop him. Our society of Bakhals is known for stubbornness. Our whole species loves explosions and slaughter and finds those as answers to all of our problems. Destroy everything that blocks your path – that is how we live on our volcanic planet that is the closest to our sun in our solar system. Dad utilized that same principle – since he was a chief of Bakhals, he and his henchmen blew up the entire pub, slew everyone, kidnapped my mom, and took her to Planet Bewbew, our home."

"You commit such cruel acts without any sense of regret?!"

"Nah. For Bakhals, explosions and slaughter happen on a daily basis. Since Bewbew is a volcanic planet nearest to our star, it receives great heat and many parts of it blow up every minute. It is covered with craters and volcanoes. We Bakhals live underground and come out only at night. We eat stones and fire as a daily meal. We orientate in tunnels with our explosive bodies and red eyes that see through the darkness. We blow each other up for fun too, since we can regenerate at any time if our core isn't damaged. Since many of us blow up each day due to volcanic explosions and some die for real, death is not too scary of a thing for us, as long as we can have fun. I know it might sound immoral to you – a human, but morality is not a set notion for everyone. We all have different values. Since my mom was a human, I can understand your point. However, as I am not only a human but a Bakhal as well, I have my own set of views, and you are not to judge me. Sounds fine?"

"Y... Yes."

"That's a good girl! Well then, rest a bit. I'll check on you later."

"Wait! W... Where am I?"