Sciberran Healer Terrell Vorton had spent
five years working his way from moon to moon, planet to planet and system to
system, on ships of every shape and size, in search of something, though he
didn’t know what that something was, he just knew that it was not on his home
planet of Sciberras in the Hennis system.
He was a small stout man standing 5 foot 5,
and was quite striking in appearance with chalk white skin, short hair of
midnight blue and hypnotic violet eyes.
He was a quiet studious man who apart from
medicine, loved science, and had a fascination for off world travel, although
it would have remained just that had it not been for the untimely deaths of his
wife and child.
Their loss had been particularly acute
because he was helpless to cure them despite his high regard as a Healer.
On his world, Healers started their
training at the age of 5, but it wasn’t for everyone, but those like Terrell
who reached adulthood and remained in training were destined for a lifetime in
medicine, but for him he was destined to be the cream of the crop.
But with the premature deaths of his wife
and child he came to doubt his ability and that prompted him to leave his home
world and try and regain belief in himself and since leaving Sciberras he had
learned a lot about the anatomy of other species, who he hadn’t come in contact
with before, because Sciberras was quite an insular world, but travelling off
world had opened his eyes and he was left hungry for more.
But when he reached the moon Alwi and saw the
beautiful Vann telepath, Shiyne, he knew that the next leg of his sojourn was
to go wherever she went so he joined the crew of the Tornado and very quickly
won the heart of the beautiful little cerise coloured Navigator.
He was just finishing up in the sick bay
where he had been stitching a cut on Lyris Skeets hand, sustained in a fight
with and ex Legionnaire, and looking forward to spending some quality time with
Shiyne when there was a commotion outside so he opened the door and found a
dripping wet Pulsat Rad carrying a bloodied body in his arms.
He couldn’t see who it was or the full extent
of their injuries, but he calculated they must have been severe to get the Prinsloovian to go out in the rain.
“Bring him in Pulsat” Terrel instructed so
he carried the casualty into sickbay and laid him on the nearest bed.
“Thank you Pulsat” he said “Have you told
the Captain?”
“Now I get” he replied and then as he got a
better look at the casualties face he added
“And fetch Bagg as well”
“I get, I get” Pulsat said and rushed off
leaving Terrel to continue his examination.
Visitor Parham, not for the first time in his
life, found himself standing outside of sickbay or equivalent awaiting news.
They were due to depart that morning but
Merri had delayed it for twenty four hours, and it was still raining hard
outside and was showing no sign of stopping.
As he waited he wasn’t wearing his more
formal Visitor attire of a full length pale blue robe tied at the waist with a
royal blue cord, beneath a full length dark blue leather jerkin, or carrying a
simple roughhewn staff decorated with a carved cruciform relief a few inches from
the top, instead he wore a simple oatmeal coloured robe tied at the waist with
a simple cord, because he wasn’t, first and foremost there
as a Visitor but as a friend, Bagg.
At some point, he wasn’t sure when, he was
joined by the Captain.
“How’s he doing?” Merri asked “Has he
regained consciousness?”
“Not fully”
“Has he said anything at all?” Merri asked
“No” Bagg replied, and Merri thought for a
second and asked.
“Is anyone with him?”
“Just Terrel, he’s changing his dressings”
Bagg replied just as Malena walked towards them, she had driven into the city
to collect Duff’s wife and family.
“Chani is in the mess, Pulsat and Vanzyl are
entertaining the children” Malena said
“Thank you” Bagg replied and walked passed
her and headed for the mess and as soon as Chani saw him she leapt up to greet
him and then broke down in his arms.
Bagg found the time dragged very slowly, even
baking couldn’t hold his attention and after burning the second batch of scones
he gave up, so he walked to the nearest Visitor Church and prayed, there really
wasn’t anything he could do aboard the Tornado for the time being, so he would
return later that day unless there was a change.
The next morning, Supreme Commander Emad
Salmin was feeling very pleased with himself following the successful capture
of 90 percent of their target suspects after the earth shattering revelations,
more than double of any other system, but it did help that he knew the shock
wave was coming, as a result he was to be decorated and get another pip on his
shoulder.
But his good humour was soon dispelled when
he received a message from the Tornado to tell him that Duff Tarver had been
severely beaten and was still unconscious.
His first reaction was to summon Captain Kolan
Nulak and relay the news of the attack to him.
“What’s happened sir?”
“Duff Tarver, has been attacked” Salmin
answered and “He’s been unconscious since it happened, have my Cutter readied, we’re
going to Eikon Major, immediately”
“Immediately?” Nulak queried
“Yes I blame myself, I should have foreseen
this, and assigned him some protection, but I didn’t so I want to get there as
soon as possible just in case”
“It’s that serious?” Nulak asked
“I’m afraid so” he replied
The “Cutter” as Salmin described it was
actually a sleeker variant of a Blaze Command Ship, with a small crew of
handpicked men, who had all served for Salmin before.
On the journey Nulak asked.
“Was it a robbery?”
“No, nothing was taken”
“Were they interrupted?”
“No, they had plenty of time to strip his
body of everything, the taxi dropped him at the Space Port gate and he was
found forty-five minutes later” Salmin replied
“So he was beaten up for no reason?” Nulak
asked in disbelief
“That’s what I intend to find out” Salmin
said as the Cutter set down on the Apron next to the Tornado.
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