Slavers of Antar

By DocPaul

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Chapter Eighteen: Propagation

 

 

“How is she?”

Michael watched as the doctor gave Maria more antibiotics. “She’s not doing well. Your medicine is primitive.”

“Perhaps by your standards.” Thoth came into the room. “We were once able to heal with thought, some more gifted than others. Over time, we slowly lost that ability.”

“There is a doctor among the people you took in the raid, Julia. She can heal Maria.”

Thoth gestured at a guard. “Bring me the doctor.” He looked at Maria. Her face was pale with pink patches on her cheeks indicating her fever. Her hair was wet, plastered to her head, and she was shivering. Thoth looked at Michael. “I don’t want anything to happen to the Princess as well. She is important to me.”

“Care to tell me why? If her genetics are resistant to your ability to manipulate, and my nearly useless, then what is our purpose?”

Thoth took a deep breath, but he was saved from answering by the appearance of Julia with a guard. Julia entered the room, her eyes immediately going to Michael and then to Maria.

“Maria.”

Michael took Julia’s arm leading her to Maria. “Can you do anything?”

Julia looked at Thoth. “My medical scanner and supplies. They were taken with me. Do you still have them?”

Thoth nodded to the doctor to get Julia’s bag. He waited as the doctor returned handing Julia her medical supplies. She quickly scanned Maria.

“Her immune system is down. It’s the injections I gave her to simulate pregnancy. It reduced her resistance.” Julia quickly loaded a few injectors. “I need to give her a few protein injections, vitamins, and a stronger antibiotic.” Looking at the doctor she held out her hand for his notepad. “What did you give her?”

He handed over the medical pad. Julia quickly read it. “A fourth generational antibiotic. It’s not strong enough. She is almost septic.” Julia quickly adjusted her scanner. “Do you have a sample of the drug you used?”

Thoth watched as his doctor and Julia titrated two antibiotics checking for cross resistance and interaction. It took three combinations before Julia finally loaded an injector.

“This should do it.” She quickly injected Maria three times with the proteins, vitamins and antibiotics. “I’ll need to stay with her. She could have a reaction. If she doesn’t respond within the next few cycles, I’ll need to try something else.”

“Stay.” Thoth left with the doctor leaving two guards.

Michael sat down on the bed. “How is she doing?”

“She’ll get better, I promise.” Julia glanced over at the guards. “How did this happen?”

“We came out too close to the system. The gravitational flux pulled us into the planet. We crashed.”

“God, how bad was it?”

Michael looked at Maria. “Very bad. They healed the surface, but internally, she is still mending.”

Julia quickly ran a scan. “I can fix some of it.”

Michael kept an eye on his wife. “She was impaled by a piece of metal. She wanted me to leave her behind.”

Julia squeezed Michael’s hand in comfort. “She would.”

Michael picked up Maria’s hand. He kissed it, burying his face in her palm. “I know what she had you do.” Michael glanced over at Julia. “It worked. I’m better.”

“Good.”

Michael looked at the doctor. “How are you? The others?”

“There is only me, Liz and Liam of the ones they took.”

Michael breathed in hard. “Liam, how is he?”

“I don’t know for sure. They put him in protective custody so he would be shielded from others’ thoughts.” Julia glanced over at the guards quickly. “I think he’s fine. He talks to us in our heads. He is feeding feelings of sedition and insurrection in the minds of the guards.”

“Smart kid. Kyle would be proud of him. He traversed shielding, so he’s a chip off the old block, his father’s son—strong.”

Julia bit her lip. “Michael?” She glanced over at Michael whose eyes were on Maria only.

“Yeah?”

“Sean—” Julia cleared her throat. Michael glanced at her. “Is Sean okay?”

Michael didn’t know what to say. “He will be once he gets you back.”

Julia nodded clenching a hand that still held a mark on it. “I—” Julia cleared her throat. “He’s angry. I didn’t know he could feel so much anger. He doesn’t show it, but I can feel it.”

Sean. He was an unknown to many. Michael shook his head.

It took a moment for Michael to really understand what Julia was saying. “You feel him?”

Julia shrugged. She didn’t understand it herself, and it wasn’t something she really wanted to discuss with Michael.

“Julia, there is no bond between you and Sean. How can that be? I mean you haven’t even slept together, and—” Michael seemed to finally hear what he was saying. “Um, I mean—I’m assuming that—”

“It’s okay, Michael. I know you boys talk about us girls.” She smiled to herself. “Told you that he couldn’t get into my bed, did he?”

Michael smirked. “He used a little bit different language, but yeah.”

“Figures.”

“You’re missing the point, Julia.”

“Okay, I’m missing the point. You want to spell it out for me?”

Michael laughed softly. “Sean has been bitching nonstop about how he got left out in the old ‘love bug’ disease. Then he bonds to you without a touch or even a real date. I’d almost call it love at first sight. He probably didn’t beat me and Max to the punch only because he didn’t meet you first.”

“Oh, that is a comfort—for him I’m sure.” Julia pushed her hair behind her ear. “What if the object of his affection doesn’t return them?”

“Poor Sean.”

“Oh please! Don’t feel sorry for him. The man is a menace, torturing me for almost a year.” Julia shook her head. “The man is a brush with insanity. And I am crazy to ever remotely return his affections.”

Michael swallowed a smile. “Okay, then poor Julia.”

“You better believe it! Poor me, indeed. That man has driven me half insane, and if there was some type of justice, I wouldn’t care an iota about him.” Julia couldn’t help it after a year of having Sean pursue her. He snuck in under her radar, and the man couldn’t have everything easy. Julia sat back staring at the sleeping Maria. Sighing heavily, she shook her head, “I’d give anything to see him again, to have him terrorize me with his cooking.”

“Get Maria well, and then we’ll leave,” Michael promised.

 

~~~

 

“Michael?”

Her voice called him from sleep. Waking, the first thing that hit him was that she was no longer burning up. Turning to his side, he framed her face tilting it to look at him. She looked better. Her skin was still pale—or at the very least, paler than was usual for her. Maria had the most incredible skin. It at times appeared translucent, and with her large green eyes and the beautiful redness of her lips, she was often fairylike in appearance. With her stature, it made people underestimate her, think her slight and dainty. She was neither. Maria could toss him around a gym without breaking a sweat.

Michael kissed her softly resting his head against her. “Hey,” he said softly.

“Hey.” Maria sighed as her hand moved over his warm skin. “I feel better. Julia—was Julia here?”

“Yes. She looked you over and took care of you.”

Maria kissed his lips gently, then bit one to quickly lick away the sting. “Sorry to scare you.”

“Yeah, well we’ll be talking about that later.”

Maria moved closer into him, her arm going around his neck, while her other hand moved down his body. Her mouth found the side of his neck biting the corded muscle there, smiling in his skin at the soft moan he gave.

“I could offer to make it up to you.”

“You could, but—” Michael glanced at her. “I hardly think you’re in any condition to do that right now. It could take a long time, and I’d hate to wake to find you sick again.”

Maria ignored him, her mouth nibbling on the side of his, to take his in a kiss. “Tell you what—I’ll just do what I can, and then you can take over if I get too tired to finish it.”

Michael chuckled, “Did you just offer to let me pilot?”

“Such a control freak—and you do it so well,” Maria pointed out.

Michael laughed again as his hand went to rest low on her side, covering the area that once had been impaled, and now was healed. Staring at his hand low on her side, he had a flash, a cognitive memory that soon fled. That was the second time he swore his hand had once rested on her side thusly.

Thoth watched them on the monitor, his hands clenched. There was something in their mating, the way they moved together in tandem that made his stomach clench. Never in his short actual life, or in this current one had he ever felt such a loss at being without a mate, but watching them, it was apparent, that in the tradeoff over the years they had lost something.

 

~~~

 

Michael and Maria walked into the chamber together, side by side. Michael resisted the urge to support a still weak Maria, but refrained. She would not thank him for his concern if it made her appear weak and diminutive in the face of their enemies.

A group of leaders stood when the Princess of Antar and her mate entered the room, all of them more than a little interested in seeing the last direct descendent of Earth.

Thoth was the last to stand.

“Princess, I trust you are feeling better?”

Maria nodded in acknowledgement, but did not speak. She stepped back a slight pace to allow Michael to take the lead.

“We are here. What is it you wish?” Michael demanded, his patience at a new low, which for him meant he had none left.

“A compromise—a peace,” said a young woman who stood beside a man that looked almost identical to her. “I am Helena , a direct descendent of Vilandra, one of the duplicate Royals that was returned to Antar.” The woman nodded to the quiet man beside her. “This is my brother, Zan.”

“I am Larek,” said another man. He turned and gestured to a few others in the room. “This is Hanar, Sero and Kathana. We comprise the collective ruling families of the Antarian solar system. Ours is a long tale, one of constant war, and near annihilation. Centuries of cloning, and we as a solar system find ourselves on the verge of extinction.”

“You wish our alliance? Our help?” Michael made a snorting noise, unbelieving of the request. “For a hundred generations your people raped and pillaged my wife’s homeworld annealing your genetics to theirs. Your constant invasion and intrusion in to her world forced her people, the Ancients to use technology to shift their very planet to another universe.”

“The Granilith,” said Hanar in wonder.

“The Granilith,” Michael spit out in rage, the very machine that made two universes bleed for countless generations. “Its inception and use was a direct result of your parasitical ways. You are a power hungry species bent of stealing technology beyond your own understanding. You have survived on the genius, innovation, and genetics of others, pillaging and raping the very soils you steal from. Situation on the cusp between two universes, you have been a menace to them both.”

“We do what we must to survive,” Thoth admitted quietly. “Our morals are not yours, but one constant we share is a desire to continue. It has been the sole purpose of our progenitors—of Khivar.”

“Khivar was a tyrannical miscreant with genocide as his protocol. Tell me why you are different? I just witnessed the path of destruction you left on world across this known galaxy. We buried the dead.”

The room was silent. The woman, Helena looked to the others. “I told you they would have no reason to help us. Khivar taught them to fear and hate, and this was the only recourse we had left.” The woman had no remorse for the dead, only the remorse of failing to meet a goal.

Maria finally moved forward. “That can’t be true. Slaughter at the scale you practice, even between warring factions spreading to innocent worlds can have no excuse. Your solar system is cloaked as are your ships. That requires technology and power—technology beyond what this world demonstrates in knowledge of culture, science and even medicine.”

Larek sighed glancing at the others before talking, “Much that we once knew is lost. In successive generations of cloning, we lost the knowledge of how things work, retaining only the knowledge that they did work. Science was necessary to understand others technology and genetics, but all the advances gained came from outside our worlds.”

Maria was confused. The Antarians and the Others despite being in a civil war spanning over a thousand generations still joined together to defend themselves from outsiders. Why they were unable to continue a truce in other aspects of their lives was baffling. If they could’ve found a peace, they might have begun to advance in other areas beyond war.

“You were setting your worlds up to fail. A lifetime of war and strife can only have one outcome.” The frown between Maria’s eyes smoothed away as she came to understand what was happening between the different factions. “The raiders were in two groups, Thoth warriors and the Four Squares of the Royals—you were in a race to find the answer to your propagation problems independently of the other, in competition.” Horror moved across Maria’s face as she faced the group of allies joined only against a common foe, but forever enemies. “You would have let the others run to extinction, even if you had found the solution.”

Michael, who had been silent, felt it. A sense of doom, a movement of memory, perhaps a thought of what could’ve been had his world not stopped the ongoing genocide and blood feud that threatened their extinction. Centuries of twin births had saved them, as had a rigorous mating urges, and like the worlds of the Antarian solar system, they had tasted their own end. The difference was they did not seek to remove reproduction, but rather to embrace it as a means to repopulate.

“That is why you burned the worlds behind you, leaving nothing but the dead,” Michael said softly. Leave nothing for the enemy except the very ash of bones. “You left nothing for those who follow to exploit.”

“The Royals have successive generations of cloning beyond us,” Thoth explained. “They mated to Larek, Hanar and Sero’s world long ago. They would’ve mated to Kathanna’s, but they proved incompatible.”

“They did not intermix with your world?” Maria guessed.

Zan snorted making a face of disgust. “Would you breed with a viper?” Though they found it distasteful, in truth, all the worlds of the Antarian system had found a way to interbreed—in essence, they were the same race—all of them, only held apart by political ties and boundaries.

“None of you breed now, do you? The ability to reproduce was lost long ago.” Maria looked at the people that were a branch from a stem of her own people sapling off long ago. It was a travesty to see such potential squandered and wasted over the centuries, and only the cruelest and most vicious of attributes remain.

“Not for over thirty generations has a newborn child been born to any world,” Helena confessed. She stepped forward. “We need children, a way to make ourselves young again. It is not only for our existence, but for ourselves. It has been centuries since we have found a reason to take of truce or peace. Without the incentive of protecting our young, there is no will, but to win for winning sake.”

“You seek a progenitor seed among the seedlings of Earth, a new hope.” Maria felt the nausea rising in her stomach. There was a power here—a power and a desperation. It was this very thirst for power and diseased desperation that led to the genocide of her world, Tess’s, and countless more.

“Maria,” Michael frowned at his wife as her color paled to a light gray, her eyes dilated to a void of pinpoint darkness. “Maria? What is it?”

“To do recombination, to reintroduce the hybridization they need would require infinite power, a power great enough to create links between genomes—a Granolith to power the process.”

Michael understood only too well. He looked about the room. “Where is it?” Michael’s voice boomed out in a thunderous roar, anger darkening his face. “Where?”

Thoth nodded to a man standing quietly at a distant wall. With a movement of his hand as he activated a panel, the wall opened to a chamber.

Maria and Michael both moved forward, neither of them speaking as they stared at the working large machine.

The Granilith.

“Aw, fuck me,” Michael swore.